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stray kids soulmate aus | h. hyunjin <3

a/n: eeeeeee my favorite kind of aus: soulmate aus!!! i was going to put all of the boys' pieces in the same post, but i could not resist writing more than a short blurb for them, so they are each getting their own post :,-) i'll add links to each of their names as i post these ! i'm not doing them in any particular order, but it felt right to start with the love of my life, hyunjin <33 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!hyunjin x gn!reader | requests: open

each soulmate has half a quote that is important to their relationship tattooed on their body.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hyunjin rubbed his fingers over that one spot on his collarbone. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. those words, the half of a whole, were the only tie he had to you. touching that engraving on his flesh was the closest he could come to being held by you, and he craved that comfort the most when his heart raced like this.

today was the kind of day hyunjin wished would wrap up sooner than later. he knew it wouldn’t, not when the sun had only recently risen and his day had started hours ago. days like this, full of schedules, full of practice, full of work, full of stress–these were the days that went on forever. adrenaline and caffeine buzzed through his body. hyunjin was ready to race through the day, fully aware that his limbs would ache at the finish line, leaving him with nothing to do but collapse into rest as soon as it was over.

i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into.

hyunjin had missed chan calling his name five times, forcing his eyes to turn in the general direction of chan’s whereabouts when he finally replied, “yeah?”

“we are going to the convenience store. want to come with?”

chan’s question came out as more of a suggestion, and hyunjin did not need much convincing to get a change of scenery. he caught up with his members, walking quickly at the back of the group, his feet falling on the ground in a steady beat of i remember we broke into. maybe the stress had his mind too jumbled to be down on earth. maybe he was lost in questions of what in the world the other half of that quote could be. maybe he was annoyed that he forgot to bring his good sunglasses on a day the sun was shining brightly. maybe he simply yearned for his bed and a break. regardless of the reason, something preoccupied hyunjin, which caused him to bump his shoulder against someone else’s body.

“ah!” hyunjin grabbed his shoulder.

“i’m sorry! are you okay?”

one of your hands clasped the shoulder with which you had hit hyunjin. in your other hand, you held something that captured all of hyunjin’s attention: a banana man plushie, fitted with a deadpan expression and a bright yellow hoodie. hyunjin, without registering much else of the situation, burst out laughing. you were surprised by this, to say the least. however, once you followed his gaze and saw that he couldn’t take his eyes off your friend’s birthday gift in your hand, you burst into laughter yourself. that banana man, in that moment, was the funniest thing in the world. you and hyunjin knew that for a fact when you felt your stomachs cramp and ache from the laughter. the way that you two were giggling and fighting for air was nothing short of contagious, so all the people walking around you started to believe that the plushie was top-tier entertainment. not that either of you noticed, when all of your attention was focused on something special between you.

hyunjin took a gasp of air he desperately needed. while the banana man was captivating, he looked toward the source of the laughter that mixed so sweetly with his own, and he found you. for the first time that day, his eyes completely focused on the world in front of him. hyunjin couldn’t look away, and, heart fluttering with a joy and excitement he didn’t quite understand, he smiled and savored the sound of your final chuckles. after you caught your breath, you absentmindedly massaged the point of contact on your shoulder, and you waited for hyunjin to answer your previous question. he stared at you, confusion furrowing his brow slightly, until he felt a small pang in his shoulder and remembered you two had just crashed into each other.

“yeah, yeah, i–i am. sorry, are you..are you okay?”

you nodded, endeared by his light laughs lingering in the air, the way he stumbled over words as he caught his breath, and his brown eyes. there was a pause, so you moved your hand away from your shoulder to grab your bag, though you had absolutely no intention to leave. something held you there; this moment between you and the beautiful boy in front of you wasn’t meant to end yet (or, at least, you weren’t ready for it to). unbeknownst to you, that simple movement of your hand revealed a tattoo just like hyunjin’s. the words were different, but the script, placement, size, and even the slant of it beneath your collarbone was a mirror image of the words hyunjin carried on his body.

laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s heart raced.

laughter when we saw each other.

his pulse found a new rhythm, one his mind fell perfectly into step with, as his eyes danced across each letter on your skin.

laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s jaw dropped. you looked back at the wide-eyed man, unsure as to why you telling him that you were okay after your collision was shocking news.

“i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other,” hyunjin said softly.

you heard him perfectly clear, though you weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that, so you teased him, “we did just see each other, so i hope you’d remember that.”

he smiled, another quick laugh falling from his lips as he moved his shirt collar to reveal the words on his collarbone, “i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.”

now your jaw dropped, “oh my god.”

a flurry of butterflies unleashed in hyunjin’s stomach because he couldn’t believe how cute you looked when shock and wonder filled your expression, but he managed to ask, “do you know what it’s from?”

“no, i–”

your answer was interrupted by chan calling out hyunjin’s name. hyunjin whipped his head toward him, signaled with a wave of his hand that he’d be there shortly, and returned his attention to you. you stared at his collarbone, seeing the tattooed words clearly, despite the fabric of his shirt covering them. he giggled as he reached his hand out to you, a new contact page opened on his phone.

without having to think, you accepted the phone and typed in your number, “i don’t think i’ve heard that before.”

“well, i have to go back to work, but would you be able to look it up and send me what you find?”

“of course,” your fingertips brushed against his when you handed the phone back, and you smiled brightly in response to the soft electricity.

“i’m hyunjin.”

“i’m y/n.”

he inhaled as though he were smelling freshly baked bread, and serenity washed over him, “i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

“i sure hope so, with us being soulmates and all.”

he laughed as he waved goodbye, and you laughed as you watched him walk away. i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.

unable to resist the temptation, you stepped out of the flow of pedestrians and typed those words into the search bar. Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before” popped up immediately. reading the last four lines over and over again, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach and certainty rush through your heart.

“I remember we broke into laughter / when we saw each other. What was between / us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed / over. It came out fully formed, ready to run."

this poem was, without a doubt in your mind, the correct solution to the question you had been asking your whole life. you also knew, without a doubt in your mind, hyunjin was the right person to hold your heart, after it had been calling out to someone from its first beat. you sent hyunjin a link to the poem, holding on tightly to the banana man plushie as you walked toward your next destination.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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redara · 1 month

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Sub-Mission

Pairings: Áila Hávarôr / Bi-Han / Tenshikiri Jun Ratings: Explicit Words: 6.418 Tags: F/M/F, Sub-Bi-Han, Toys Summary: Bi-Han admits, he appreciates strong, influential women. AU - canon divergence. Sets in the current timeline, post-MK1, in the AU where everyone agrees for a truce in order to prepare for potential timeline Invaders.

A/N: also posted on AO3. Áila Hávarôr belongs to @tazahan . Tenshikiri Jun belongs to me. Special thanks, Taza, for the discussion about our girls! :3

The threat of invaders from other timelines is still looming over. It is not a simple matter; all sides are wary of each other, cautious for another ‘Damashi’ to trick them. The growing tension is becoming too palpable that Liu Kang, as the Protector of Earthrealm and the former Keeper of Time, has decided to call for a truce. And such a decision is immediately welcomed, at least for now.

Upon entering the Wu Shi Academy, Bi-Han tries, and fails, to hide his disgust. Why, of all places, must the meeting be held here? He strides to the main hall, not bothering to look at his surroundings; Sektor and Cyrax are following dutifully, dressed in their red and yellow mech-armor, sans the helmets.

As expected, the main hall is already packed with familiar faces. Bi-Han glances daggers at Kuai Liang and Tomas, the former who is still donning yellow, and accompanied by his Shirai wife, Harumi. Surprisingly, it is Tomas who gives a small nod to Bi-Han, either out of habit or respect, Bi-Han doesn’t bother to care. He only wants to find a spot in the background where no one can sneak up and stab him – given the glares he receives, there are plenty with such a wish.

He finds a place by a bookshelf, where there are two unfamiliar women standing. One is a voluptuous woman with short orange hair, dressed in black techwear-style outfit; crop-hoodie with intricate silver pattern, cargo pants, and red and white sneakers; she is crossing her arms under her ample chest. The other woman has jet black hair tied up in a bun, dressed in a dark teal kimono, and she is shorter than the first woman. Neither of them look familiar, or important , so Bi-Hand decides to not give them any mind, and stands in the space in front of them.

“Great, now we have a wall in front of us.”

“Jun –” the Orange-Haired woman immediately adds when Bi-Han turns around, “-- sorry, sorry , she doesn’t mean you –”

“Of course not.” The Teal-Dressed woman feigns a smile. “Please, resume standing there, Áila and I are only wallflowers after all.”

Bi-Han frowns at the sarcasm, “If you are short , you should be aware not to stand in the back.”

“Yes, apologies. Clearly, we should have brought stepladders to this meeting.”

The Orange-Haired woman, Áila, looks apologetic for the Teal-Dressed woman, Jun, who looks annoyingly smug. Bi-Han could reply, in fact, he wants to, but he’d rather not add two more people to the list of ‘people who want to kill him’, so he opts to ignore them – which has proven difficult, now that they’re muttering behind his back.

Liu Kang finally begins the meeting, fashionably late, as usual. The Fire God still looks the same since the last time Bi-Han saw him, though now he looks rather tired, if a God can be tired… “Thank you for sparing your time for this important meeting. I hope this won’t be the only time we are standing together, as there is strength in number, and solidarity. I understand some of you have different goals, clashing goals, and I appreciate it that you are setting aside your differences to fight a common enemy – The Invaders.”

Does he ever stop talking? Bi-Han sighs quietly as Liu Kang goes on a lecture about the current situation; how another Titan has been spotted invading other timelines, and it’s only a matter of time before they come to this one; how the Shirai Ryu (Bi-Han grunts at the name) have agreed to set aside their rivalry with the Lin Kuei; and how Quan Chi and Shang Tsung have agreed to ‘play nice’ for once as to not have Empress Mileena and her court hunt them down. All the boring details that could have been summarized in a written note, instead of calling for a meeting.

But then Liu Kang concludes, “Before I forget, we have two additional guests here. They may not have been involved in our latest kombat, but they are of powerful clans seeking to maintain the peace and alliance. Uh –” he looks around the room, so uncharacteristically confused as he scans the faces of everyone. Somehow Bi-Han has the feelings that the two thorns behind him are the ones Liu Kang is searching for –

Aaand he is right, when Jun speaks up aloud, “We’re here, Lord Liu Kang.”

Now all eyes turn towards Bi-Han, seemingly judging him for blocking the two guests, and he steps aside before anyone could ask him to. Liu Kang smiles, “Ah, there you are. Everyone, let me introduce you to Áila Hávarôr, future chieftain of the Sól Eldur clan. Her clan has been a dear friend, and their inventions have helped keep Earthrealm safe for centuries.”

Áila gives a respectful salute to Liu Kang and the room, “Pleased to meet you.”

Liu Kang continues, “And Tenshikiri Jun, the current Head of the Tenshikiri family. Once a clan serving the Empire as Spymaster, they are now oath-bound as secret keepers of Earthrealm.”

Jun bows deeply, before standing straight and replies, “It’s an honor to be here.”

“The honor is mine, Lady Áila, Lady Jun. As per our agreement, the two of you shall join forces with the Lin Kuei, in hope the three of you can come up with a battle plan if the Invader does invade our timeline.” Liu Kang gestures at Bi-Han, “Please, look no further than to your right, and you’ll find Bi-Han, the esteemed Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.”

Áila casts a bright, carefree smile, “Ah, yes, we’ve been, uhm, acquainted.”

“With his back.” Jun mutters under her breath.

“If you’d like to step closer to the table, I’m sure we still have more space by the Champions.” Liu Kang gestures to the four Earthrealm Champions who are standing side by side.

Bi-Han watches as Áila and Jun accept the offer; they walk with their heads held high, and a formal smile on their faces. But he doesn’t miss the small glance they throw at him as they walk past him, one of curiosity and interest, both pairs of eyes locking with his dark brown ones. And in that single moment, Bi-Han can’t figure out why he is annoyed in the first place.

***

In the next few days and weeks, however, Bi-Han finds himself growing more annoyed than usual. At least now he’s back in the Lin Kuei compound, a familiar place devoid of judgmental people, and back on his routine as the Grandmaster. He’s sitting behind his desk in his office, reading the reports gathered by his Lin Kuei regarding the two unfamiliar clans he didn’t know existed prior to the meeting in Wu Shi Academy. Both the Sól Eldur and the Tenshikiri clans show promises and great rapports, in fact, they have been so secretive in assisting Earthrealm that the Lin Kuei have not needed to cross paths with them before.

Perhaps it should have stayed that way , for now he keeps seeing the names of Áila and Jun in every document, and his heart sinks a bit deeper each time. There is something about those two. Perhaps it’s the fact that Áila and her clan are blessed by the power of the sun and can torch the Earth if given the opportunity, yet they choose to remain pacifists for all these years. Perhaps it’s the fact that Jun and her family know every little secret in the world, but still keep them despite being capable of using them for their own gain.

Two beautiful women of powerful clans, commanding forces under their leadership – so why does it bother Bi-Han so much?

Perhaps it’s the fact that Áila’s voluminous chest would jiggle enticingly with every little move she makes – even the action of going downstairs becomes such a lewd display, that Bi-Han has tried so hard to focus on her face entirely. Perhaps it’s how Jun’s curvy hips would sway when she walks – Bi-Han doesn’t know if he enjoys the sight of her approaching or leaving. Perhaps it’s the way both of them would look at him, a mixture of coy and playful, like waves on the sand, enticing him to come closer into the sea to drown him.

And he hates to admit it, but by the Gods, some days he wants to step into the figurative sea and drown.

The door to his office is knocked. Bi-Han shakes his head to clear out the thoughts of Áila and Jun completely; he clears his throat, and gruffly responds, “Come in.”

Just his luck, the two burdens of his mind enter his office; they carry themselves in their own personal grace, like the sun and the moon, and Bi-Han suddenly feels like the dark space they accompany.

“Good evening.” He greets Áila and Jun, watching as they begin to occupy the space of his office. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Bi-Han is not sure who he has to watch; Jun is observing the line of decorative weapons on the wall, hips swaying with each step that she takes; Áila stands in front of his desk with her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, shifting from one foot to another, and with each movement, her chest heaves. His attention finally settles on Áila as she speaks, “We’d like to say thank you for allowing us to stay with the Lin Kuei for this unforeseeable future. We understand it must be difficult to let strangers into your home, and we thank you for your trust, and – uhm…” she looks away, still shifting on her feet.

“And we trust you in return.” Jun adds without looking away from the decorative weapons.

“Right. I had that on the top of my head.” Áila looks at Bi-Han again, though now he notices a slight pink hue on her cheeks. “Uh… We just want to say that we trust you, and we feel that you do too, I mean, we are allies and – Jun, I can’t do this. You’re the one who’s good with words.”

Jun turns to her, “Why, you were doing great before that.”

“Oh, come on…”

The exchange raises both alarm and confusion in Bi-Han that he’s not certain on how to respond except, “What are you two blabbering about?”

Áila cocks her head towards Jun, “We have a point, I promise, but she will explain it.”

Bi-Han raises an eyebrow at the said woman, “Well? You’re talking about hospitality and trust, I don’t think I’d extend either if you two are acting weird in front of me.”

With a sigh, Jun begins to make her way to his desk; even paced, calculated movement, almost like a dance. “We intended to make this as refined as possible, but crass will have to do, given your attitude. We’re saying that we’re not blind, Bi-Han.”

“Who said you are?”

“We noticed your stare. I am a Tenshikiri, I’m trained to read the subtlest body language, and yours is loud.” Jun stops next to Áila. With both women looking at him intently, Bi-Han finds his heart beats a bit faster. “Did you think we wouldn’t notice your heated gaze on my hips? Or your ogling of Áila’s massive tits?” Áila nudges Jun’s side, but she continues. “We’re all adults here, so let us talk like adults, shall we? If my observation is incorrect, tell me so, and we will offer you our apology, take our leave from your office, and we shall continue our days like this has never happened. So, would you like to admit it, or deny it, Grandmaster?”

The shame growing in the pit of Bi-Han’s chest makes him feel like a hormonal teenager again, and he tries to suppress it, even though his face feels a bit warmer than usual. Gripping the armrests of his chair, his fingertips layered by ice in hope to quell his emotions. He glances between the two women, heat begins to consume him inside out, just like the urge to be honest or to lie to save face.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Bi-Han heaves a heavy sigh, body slumping against his chair. “How astute. Forgive me for having a keen sense of observation. You should feel safe within these walls. But,” he adds sharply, “I merely admired what your hard work has bestowed upon your physique. I’d be foolish if I did not notice them entirely.”

Jun glances at Áila. There is a smirk shared between them, and Bi-Han swears he sees a mischievous glint in their eyes, one that he doesn’t expect to see from them. Jun starts, “I told you. My skill is impeccable.”

Áila’s pink cheeks grow redder, “So you said. Now what?”

“Now it’s our turn to be honest. You do it.”

“Fine…” Áila groans, before schooling her expression into a decent one, albeit still holds mischief behind her smile. “We – ahem – we’ve also been ‘observing’ your hard work. We think it’s impressive, worthy of many praises – you are possibly the most beautiful man we’ve ever seen. Don’t laugh!” She chides as Jun snickers into her palm.

The cogs in Bi-Han’s mind fall into places, and oh… they’ve been ogling me as well? Them? Both of them? There is a cracking sound coming from his armrests, where his ice has taken form and completely ruined the fine wood, but he doesn’t care for that for now. These two women who have occupied his thoughts just confessed that they have been looking at him as well, and – and now what?

“Ah… Thank you.” is what Bi-Han can manage, for deep inside, his desire grows and he doesn’t wish it to be known, not when Áila is blushing so adorably, and he wonders if she’ll blush the same shade of her hair – does the hair below matches the hair above? – and certainly not when Jun is undressing him with her eyes, and he wonders what kind of expression she will give when she breaks underneath him –

Bi-Han huffs an icy breath. The display earns the attention of the two women. He is the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He is the infamous Sub-Zero who is widely known and respected. He can handle the toughest enemies and the hardest of battle, certainly he can handle two lustful creatures.

“Since the cats are out of the bag,” He begins, heart pounding harder and steadily, watching Áila and Jun’s response, “and since we are adults who are capable of being responsible for our own… desire, let me ask what do you have in mind?”

“Perhaps we should foster our alliances deeper .” Áila glances between Jun and him.

“Nothing better than showing the naked truth to foster trust.” Jun purrs. “And you? What does the Grandmaster want?”

Bi-Han can’t help the pull on the corner of his lips, or the growing need in the restraint of his pants, or how he thinks how adorable that these two women are acting like they are in control of the outcome. But he welcomes their heated gaze nonetheless, as he gives his reply, “Do whatever you wish to me.”

***

The cold bedroom gradually grows hotter with each layer of clothing that’s being shed. Bi-Han admires how both Áila and Jun are not holding back from their desire, and neither is he; he interrupts Áila from undoing her bra by pulling her for a kiss – she moans, partially in protest of his colder lips, but she complies and melts into his touch, arching into his palm that’s kneading at one of her breasts. They feel heavy and full and soft, and Gods , Bi-Han wants to bury his face in between them.

A small chuckle is heard behind him, and he parts from Áila to find Jun, already in her naked glory, approaching the bed with a small box in hand. Bi-Han grows curious, “What is that?”

“This?” Jun shakes the box lightly. Whatever’s inside sounds heavy. “It’s something pleasurable, I promise.”

He is not convinced. He approaches her, silently demanding to see the content.

She clicks her tongue, “Mm… Such impatience.” She opens the box, and just as she has said, the variety of toys stored within make Bi-Han’s dick twitch in reaction. Jun takes out a large vibrator, “Would this be too much to handle? We can start with the – UNF.”

Her challenging tone dies down when Bi-Han silences her with a kiss. Her shaky breath is a reaction to his cold tongue, and she mewls when he palms her breasts – they are significantly smaller than Áila’s, but he enjoys her hardening nipples, how she jumps as he pinches them to attention.

A warm hand holds his lower back. Áila hums, “I believe you said we are to do whatever we want with you?”

Bi-Han swallows thickly, did I? Oh, right, I did. “Fine.” He grumbles internally, climbing into the bed to settle in the center. His erection is straining against his boxer brief, too tight, twitching in excitement as Áila and Jun are standing at the foot of the bed, observing him. The warm light of the room accentuating the beauty of their naked bodies, the curves and dips, the colors and marks, the perfect imperfections.

When he finally removes his boxer brief, his erection springs free and heavily, and he swears he hears both women gasp. Their reaction pumps his pride – he is not stupid, years of training have sculpted his body into a perfect weapon, but also given him an impressive physique – so he lies there with a smirk, hand holding the base of his thick length, and he watches Áila and Jun’s eyes widening.

“Truly an asset –”

“-- befitting a Grandmaster.”

They finish each other's sentences.

Without wasting any time, the bed dips when Áila and Jun begin to climb up to lie beside him. Áila is to his right, and Jun is to his left, and both are on their sides with their breasts pressing against him. Bi-Han curls his arms around them, cupping their breasts, earning their shared moanings.

Jun holds his chin, pulling him for a kiss; tongues and teeth clashing; he holds her breast a bit firmer, milking a moan. He feels Áila kissing his chest, and her hand is roaming up and down his sculpted abs, nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin, making him buck slightly. He wishes her touch would glide lower to his aching cock that’s waiting for attention, but she is taking her sweet time kissing and nibbling and marking him.

The kiss ends when Jun decides it does; she turns his chin towards Áila, where Bi-Han finds her looking at him with such a bright smile, and so sweetly she holds his cheek. Her kiss is slow and steady; their tongues moving in tandem against each other. It’s intoxicating, that Bi-Han fails to notice what Jun is doing until he feels her finger on the tip of his cock.

“Mmh…” He hums into Áila’s mouth as Jun teases his cockhead. The light touch is experimental, but by the Gods, does it feel damning. He grunts when his slit is teased, rubbed rather vigorously, gathering the little precum that’s leaking.

Jun’s hand leaves him, but Áila’s replaced it, holding the base of his cock with just enough pressure for him to feel her warmth. She begins to pump him, up and down, slowly, gently, earning an involuntary buck of his hips.

Bi-Han parts from the kiss to breathe. Eyes closing, he’s savoring the feeling, throat humming in reaction. “Mm… That’s it…”

“Does it feel good?” Áila hushedly asks, head pressing against his chest.

Bi-Han can only hum, but he shows his appreciation by squeezing the breasts of both women; the soft squishy of Áila’s and the perkiness of Jun’s. He is enjoying the movement, the warmth, every little thing that makes his cock twitch happily and he’s growing harder and harder and –

A soft hum joins the shared breathing in the room, and the next thing he feels is a steady vibration pressed against the underside of his cockhead. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing Áila holding the base of his cock steadily, while Jun is pressing a vibrator to his cockhead; the tip is buzzing, blurring. Bi-Han rasps, “What are – ngh –”

“We are making ice cream.” Áila replies in a sing-song tune, still smiling brightly.

Jun moves the vibrator up and down his cockhead; Bi-Han bites back a yelp when she presses it over his slit, “This is the slowest setting. Let’s see how long it takes for you to come.”

Bi-Han grits his teeth, “Insolent maidens… Is that – mmh – a challenge?”

“You can back down whenever you want, you know.”

The vibrator is pulled away, and though Bi-Han sighs in relief, his cock twitches involuntarily, missing the sensation. Áila giggles, “Seems your dick wants more.” She moves her hand up to the tip – he bucks and grunts – and she gathers the precum, smearing it down his length. She repeats the action two more times before settling back to holding the base. “You have to use your words, Bi-Han.”

Jun moves the vibrator closer, and Bi-Han watches, partially in want and partially in dread, as the silicone tip is inching closer to his twitching cockhead. She hums appreciatively, “Ooh are you shy? You’re blushing so adorably.”

“Quiet.” Bi-Han growls. “You want to do whatever to me, do it, quit wasting time – NNGH –” a whine escapes his throat when the vibrator is pressed to its previous position again. The sudden sensation makes his core muscle clench, making him more aware of the feeling, how it tickles in a good way.

To make it worse, Áila is now moving her hand, shallow pump, steady and firm, and Bi-Han could only throw his head back. His legs are shaking, and the two devious women have taken the liberty to wrap their warm legs around each of his thigh; he can feel their heat and wetness, clearly they are also aroused by the activity. He tries to buck, but they keep their hold steady.

Then, the vibrator is pulled away again.

Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but the women are laughing, and he is in no position to demand when his cock is oozing precum and twitching on its own, when his balls feel so tight and full, ready to burst whenever. “Get on with it.”

“You want to come?” Jun asks, and he can hear her smirk.

“Of course.” He opens his eyes, finding her observing his face. But his eyelids are fluttering to a close when Áila kisses his strained neck, and soon he is lost in the sensation of being teased, hot and cold, fast and slow.

The vibrator returns with a raised power. Bi-Han can’t help the bucking of his hips, the twitching of his cock – he is close, so close, it feels so good, so good, so good – mmhhh!

The sound that he makes is something he doesn’t know he’s capable of; a pathetic mewling, a moaning. Bi-Han pants aloud when the vibrator leaves him again, so close to the bliss, but so far away. He grips the breasts tightly, warningly, but it only earns Áila and Jun’s shared giggle. Though the sound annoys him, it also melts him, knowing they are having fun at the expense of his demise.

“Once more for good measure?” Áila asks tentatively.

“No. No.” Bi-Han shakes his head, eyes closed tightly. “You’ve been denying me release. It’s unfair.”

“Unfair is going back on your words – you said ‘whatever we want’.” Jun turns the vibrator off. The lack of humming sound in the room alarms Bi-Han. “What do you say, Áila? Do you think we should continue or not?”

Áila chuckles, “You’re cruel.”

“ Fine .” Bi-Han repeats with a loud huff. “Fine… Do it.”

Just as the words leave his lips, the vibrator is returns to its position, yet it’s not on. He waits, anticipating, but he’s not expecting two pairs of lips pressing a kiss to his cheeks. His eyes flutter open, just in time to see both Áila and Jun hovering over him with smiles gracing their beautiful faces.

“Such a handsome man…” Áila praises.

“A good Grandmaster…” Jun adds. “Here is your reward.”

The vibrator turns on at the highest setting; Bi-Han growls deeply and throws his head back, eyes clenched shut, as he feels all of his nerves are alight. Áila and Jun hum as they’re settling their heads on his chest. The muttered praises are muffled by his own grunting, his complaints and singing of arousal. Áila moves her hand again, at the same time Jun rubs the vibrator all over his cockhead, and the combined action defeats him completely.

“C-close –” Bi-Han rasps for no reason.

His orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, pulling him under the bliss, that all he can feel is the twitching of his cock as Áila and Jun are milking him; thick sperms shooting out of him, painting his abdomen with the hot, sticky substance. Bi-Han gasps when they still continue their actions, still holding his cock firmly, still pressing the vibrator against his very sensitive head. His twitching cockhead leaking out the remains of his seeds.

Bi-Han pries his eyes open, looking at the blushing Áila and Jun, how wide their smiles are, and how it makes his heart soar knowing he’s the cause of their joy. While at the same time, he wants to protest their grip at his sensitive cock, the still vibrating vibrator trying to coax another ticklish orgasm out of him. “... nough – enough … I’ve come…”

But he’s not prepared to receive the answer, as the two beautiful maidens look at him, eyes glinting with mirth, and collectively reply, “We know.”

***

The heat of the room becomes a bit unbearable, as sweat begins to layer Bi-Han’s skin. He’s drunk on bliss, after having been milked twice by the vibrator; the offending tool has been set aside, thankfully. But now he lies, panting, thirsty for more, while at the same time he’s had enough. However, it’s difficult to know which desire he wants at the moment, especially when his head is lying on Áila’s plush thighs, and her breasts are just a kiss away from him.

Áila is caressing his hair; his bun has become loose in the midst of everything. The action is soothing, calming, also encouraging. Bi-Han looks up at her, past her impressive chest. His tongue darts out to taste her nipple, and like a baby, he latches there, suckling, earning her soft moaning.

Once again for the night, he fails to notice what Jun is doing. Only at the last second that he feels her straddling his hips; his hands automatically hold onto her thighs, fingers splaying trying to grab ahold of her. She chuckles, breathy and lustful, and he feels her taking his hardening length in her hand.

“Áila, I think your tits are magic. Look,” Jun gives him one long stroke, “he’s hard again.”

Áila laughs, “Indeed, breastfeeding has so many benefits.”

Bi-Han bucks his hips when he feels Jun rubbing her wetness all over his length. He can feel her warm cunt, and his cock is eager for a taste. His hands find her hips and pull her close, earning her chuckle, “How insatiable, Grandmaster. Relax. You don’t need to beg for this. I need you…” She presses his tip to her cunt, and though it’s not yet entering, the spreading heat is enough for Bi-Han to want to drive into her.

Then Jun sinks down his length.

Their shared moaning is loud; hers a broken one, his is startled one. Her walls are warm and tight, and he can feel his tip pressing against her cervical opening. Jun rocks her hips gently, and her moan erupts again. “A – ah … fuck … you’re so thick…”

Initially, Bi-Han believes she won’t be able to handle him. He believes she would give up, and he would have to plow into her at his own pace, and finally break her under his command. But the more she moves her hips, the steadier her pace has become, and within seconds, it is Bi-Han who finds himself at the edge of breaking again. He should have known the sway of her hips is lethal. Paired with the clenching of her walls, he can feel all of her with such shallow, hard thrusts.

Jun looks powerful like this; rocking and bouncing on his cock, humble-sized breasts jiggling in response, and the strands of her hair dancing back and forth with it. The flushed face and the parted lips, sharp eyes looking at him from hooded lids – somehow he wants nothing but to please her, wants her to be pleased by him.

With Áila’s breasts pressing against his face, earning a few lazy kisses and licks as he breathes and moans, Bi-Han could die peacefully. He doesn’t know what to feel when bliss is rushing all over his nerves. His cock is twitching, getting harder and more sensitive, especially when Jun suddenly clenches down tightly; her walls are spasming, and she throws her head back; her lips forming a perfect O, with her eyes closing tightly – she comes hard. It doesn’t take long for her to greedily continue moving, either to prolong her orgasm or to earn herself another one. For a moment, Bi-Han feels wild, feeling like a toy being used for her pleasure, and he loves it .

Áila looks at him from between her breasts, “Hmm? You’re loving this aren’t you?”

“What?” Jun breathes out between moaning.

“Yes, I think he’s loving this, Jun.”

“I do not – ah –” Bi-Han protests hastily.

Jun laughs, “I can tell you’re lying even when your face is buried in tits.”

Bi-Han tenses when he feels Áila’s hand on his chest. Her fingers are circling around his nipple, teasing, coaxing it to become erect. He huffs, “Wanton creatures… How – nngh – how can I not react… when you keep teasing me…?”

“You could freeze us, but so far you haven’t – OH!” Jun’s words are cut off when Bi-Han layers his hands in ice, and he grips on her hips tighter. He wants to hear her protest, wants to hear her beg him to release her, but instead, she is mewling, long and wanting. “Ohhh… You play dirty, Grandmaster… Didn’t you know pain and pleasure go hand in hand?”

Bi-Han knows he is lost when Jun rocks her hips faster. He knows he is lost when Áila mutters hushed words of encouragement, and he beams up for each stroke of her hand against his hair. He knows he is lost when he feels Jun’s walls enveloping his length tightly, and she twitches and moans aloud when she comes again, this time accompanied by his. Hot white liquid spurting out in liberation, painting her insides completely. He knows he is lost when Jun removes herself from him, and he whines – the Grandmaster whines – at the loss of warmth around his sensitive cock.

Oh, but for once, losing feels so good.

***

“Does this hurt?” Jun pulls the chain slightly.

Bi-Han huffs, looking down at the chain, following it to the nipple clamps that are now attached to his erect nipples. They look so red. When he doesn’t reply, Jun tugs the chain again.

“I said, does this hurt?” She repeats.

“No.” Bi-Han grunts.

“They look like they hurt.” Áila comments from where she is lying down on the bed, propped up by comfortable pillows. Her legs are parted, baring her pink cunt to the air; Bi-Han’s gaze falls to it, can’t deny that he is eager for her even after so many times coming.

“It’s not.” Bi-Han assures her. To be honest, he has never thought his nipples would be in this situation, but here they are, and he’s feeling way too good about it. He takes his position between Áila’s legs; his hard length resting on top of her mound. He can feel her hot cunt against his balls.

Áila looks divine in this position. Sprawled out on his bed, hands clutching tightly on the sheets, and her bright-colored hair a stark contrast to the fabric. She looks adorable, with the blushing cheeks, and still bright smile that’s just begging to be turned into orgasmic bliss. He wants to ruin her, wants to be ruined by her.

Bi-Han rubs his length along her opening, tip teasing her leaking cunt. She feels warmer, hotter than Jun’s, and when he finally enters her – Gods! – Bi-Han believes he would have melted instantly. Yet he persists, pressing forward until his hips are flushed against hers. He hoists her left leg to his shoulder, wanting to drive in deeper, she moves her right thigh further, wanting him to drive in deeper.

Then he begins to move.

With each thrust, his nipple clamps move, and it sends jolts of bliss to his sensitive tips. It makes his cock twitch involuntarily. It tickles, but feels arousing. It aches, but feels blissful. He is lost in the sensation shortly, when he can hear Áila’s loud moaning, when he can hear the slapping of flesh and the wet squelching noise of her cunt, when he feels her walls threatening to melt his cock off from how tight they are squeezing him.

Suddenly, the chain is tugged, and Bi-Han’s eyes shoot open in shock; he groans in protest when his pace falters. He feels Jun leaning behind him, pressing her naked front to his back. Her right hand is tugging at the chain, while her left is on his head, giving a gentle pat. “Hush… You are doing so well…”

I was, until you interrupted me , is what Bi-Han wants to say. But he grits his teeth and remains quiet, and focuses on fucking Áila as best as he can without faltering again. He can feel her getting close; cunt twitching, her moaning escalating into a crescendo, and –

And she comes, at the same time as the chain is tugged three times, and Bi-Han finds himself moaning aloud to accompany Áila’s wanton cries. He grips her thighs firmly, trying to ground himself, not wanting to come just yet. But it’s difficult when Jun is teasing the living hell out of him, giggling and peppering kisses to his sweating temple.

“One more, for the sake of being fair. I came twice, she must come twice as well.” Jun whispers, still holding onto the chain.

Bi-Han can’t think straight. His mind is too fucked up to even make a coherent sentence, that he simply nods in reply, and sounding off a breathy, “Yes.” His hips begin to move again, picking up the pace again, that by now it feels like an automatic action, a carnal desire. He wants to come, again and again, wants to paint their insides with his seeds, wants to have them howling his name and crying aloud from how good he’s making them feel.

But his reply must have been not good enough. The chain is tugged again, but this time is by Áila; he bows down, following the pull of the chain. His eyes lock with hers, seeing the lust she shares. Her question is laced with the same lust as well, “Are you – ahn – are you going to please me – mmh?”

Bi-Han nods frantically.

Jun coos at his back, kisses littering on the hard plane of his torso, on his shoulders, on his nape. Dainty fingers coiling with his hair, rubbing at his scalp, gently kneading. Bi-Han drives in faster and harder into Áila’s sopping cunt, again and again and again –

He feels her walls clenching around him again, and he can’t stop the blissful moaning that erupts from his throat; his cock twitching in delight, and his seeds are leaving him without having to be asked. It is too much, too damn much, that he gets lightheaded.

He feels himself being pulled backwards until he’s out of Áila’s divine walls, and he’s lying on his back, sweating. He registers the bed shifting as the two goddesses are moving about. Jun removes the nipple clamps one by one; with each one, she rubs a cooling ointment on his sore nipples carefully. He swears he hears her muttering what a good job he has done, and how good he looks. Then, shortly, he feels a wet, warm towel being dragged along his lower abdomen, as if giving him a bath. It cleans up his length from his sticky sperm. Áila’s face comes into view, and she plants a kiss to the tip of his nose, a smile so bright he could claim her as his sun.

When his breathing has become calmer, he feels the bed dips again. Automatically, he opens his arms, welcoming both Áila and Jun to lie on his chest, cuddled up in a shared body warmth. With a slow movement, he plants a kiss on their damp foreheads, each one earning their pleased humming. And only then do they close their eyes, and drift asleep, high on cloud nine of bliss.

***

“You… wish to be placed with the Lin Kuei for an indefinite amount of time?” Liu Kang asks, confusion etched on his face. “I mean no offense, I’m merely confused as to why. When I suggested it at first, you two didn’t seem to want it, said Arctika is too cold and harsh.”

“Well, it was then, but after a while it grows on us.” Áila replies with a shrug. “I’ve informed my clan. As long as I’m doing my part to keep Earthrealm safe, they are fine with my decision.”

“Likewise,” Jun comments. “The Tenshikiri can operate individually; I have my General at the ready should anything urgent comes up. You have nothing to worry about, Lord Liu Kang.”

The Fire God, despite still in confusion, finally relents. “Very well. Should you require anything, do not hesitate to inform me.”

Jun smiles, “Rest assured. The Grandmaster is treating us well.”

“Indeed, he is.” Áila adds. “Please excuse us. We must return to Arctika at once; there are plenty to plan for the sake of Earthrealm.”

Bi-Han hums, leaning by the door to Liu Kang’s meeting room, listening to the conversation that’s taking place within. He counts the footsteps of Áila and Jun, and anticipates their arrival to his location. They notice him, as he does them, and though it is subtle, the little look they exchange speaks louder than words.

“Now that is done.” Áila begins.

Jun finishes, “Shall we return to Arctika, Grandmaster?”

With his smile hidden behind his mask, Bi-Han hushedly replies, “As my ladies wish.”

#bi han #bi han x oc #bi han imagine #original character #Áila Hávarôr #Tenshikiri Jun #MK1 #mortal kombat 1 #fanfic #smut #redarader

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swanqueenfeathers · 9 months

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Jason opens his eyes to the inky blackness of his darkened bedroom, his body on high alert. He’s not alone - a sixth sense picking up what his ears can’t. He stands without so much of a rustle of the sheets and grabs the fully loaded .22 Beretta from his nightstand, switches off the safety and stalks towards the open doorway with silent footsteps.

From the hallway, he can see the faint outline of someone standing in the kitchen. He points the gun at the silhouette of their head and flicks on the lights, flooding the apartment in a warm, yellow glow.

“Wrong move, motherfu– Dude, the fuck?”

Tim, who was just elbows deep in the snack cabinet - Jason’s snack cabinet - turns slowly to face him, looking like a deer in the headlights.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” He says sheepishly, but he’s stuffing a pack of Oreos into the pocket of his oversized hoodie which voids his half-assed apology, in Jason’s opinion.

Jason tucks the gun into the waistband of his sweats with an incredulous scoff. “I was gonna shoot you.”

“You didn’t, though, so it’s cool.”

Jason shakes his head, somewhat aghast at Tim’s nonchalant reaction to nearly being shot. Fuckin’ psycho. “So you came here because…?”

“Uh,” Tim averts his gaze and fidgets with the corner of the cookie pack in his pocket, crinkling the plastic. He mumbles something, too fast and low for Jason to make out.

“Tim, I can’t hear you,” Jason says, exasperation making the words come out sharper than he intended, which he immediately and uncharacteristically regrets when the line of Tim’s shoulders tense.

“Sorry,” Tim says stiffly, “I’ll just go.”

“Whoa, man. Hold up.” Jason quickly steps in front of Tim and places his hands on his shoulders, placating. “What’s up with you? Is it Bruce? You know he can’t help being an asshole, it’s a condition.”

“It’s not Bruce,” Tim says, and he’s still not meeting Jason’s eyes, but his lips twitch into a ghost of a smile that Jason counts as a win. “I just… I didn’t want to be by myself.”

“So you came here? Why?” Jason asks, taken aback. He and Tim hadn’t started out on the greatest of terms, but time heals most wounds, and he likes to think that they could be considered friends now. Tim was one of the few people he could stand to be around for more than five minutes - he was incredibly brilliant, and witty to boot. Their back and forth banter during the occasional team-up was something that Jason sometimes found himself looking forward to, which he would never admit to anyone, ever.

“I don’t know,” Tim shrugs uncomfortably, “Because your place is the closest? I wasn’t really thinking about it, I guess.”

An unfamiliar albeit not unpleasant feeling settles in the pit of Jason’s stomach. Pride, maybe? For some reason, Tim had sought him out. Not Dick, or Bruce - him. The thought fills him with a strange warmth that he’d rather not dissect at the moment.

“You can stay,” He says instead, moving his hands from Tim’s shoulders to flick his forehead. “Just don’t expect any coddling, and next time? Bring your own fucking snacks.”

“But it tastes better when I don’t have to buy it,” Tim says, and he’s finally looking up at Jason, smiling as the tension in his frame visibly melts away. It’s weird, seeing Tim relax around him, because of him. It’s new, kind of unnerving, and yet - he still feels warm.

They spend the next hour camped out in the kitchen, talking about everything and nothing. Tim sits on the counter, legs swinging back and forth as he happily inhales Jason’s only tub of orange sherbet, the bastard. Jason sits across from him, munching on the Oreos that Tim so kindly offered, as if they were his in the first place.

Eventually, the lack of sleep starts to catch up to them. Jason can’t stop yawning, blinking slower and slower as the seconds tick away. Tim has dark circles under his eyes, but says nothing, like he’s worried Jason might make him leave if he acknowledges the time.

“I’m calling it a night,” Jason says at some point. Then, he adds, “The couch converts to a bed.” An invitation to stay without putting it into exact words. “S’already got a blanket and whatever.”

“Thanks,” Tim says, genuinely enough that Jason feels a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck before he stands and pads towards his bedroom. He throws a wave over his shoulder.

“G’night, Tim.”

“Night, Jason.”

#i love love love that post someone made about tim feeling safe around jason and jason not knowing why but he's happy abt it #please send me ur hcs #tim drake #jason todd #drabble #swanfic

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 1 year

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Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 1)

1. q!Quackity

ducktaur. predominantly golden yellow feathers and bright orange duck legs

partial heterochromia (dark brown with bits of bluish-grey)

his wear is different depending on which language he is maining at the moment

Eng!Q has an eyebrow scar, calloused hands, and some browning feathers. Wears religious jewelry and warm-colored clothes.

ESP!Q has ear piercings and blue-dyed feathers. Always has a clip-on tie and cool colored clothes.

Post-Tilin death, he either has their ribbon as a necktie (ESP) or belt (ENG)

has a pin of the QSMP logo always on his person

Brushes his feathers before teaching class

2. q!Jaiden

she is the cartoon character reflected by the mc skin, though is nonetheless perceived as human

she magical girl transforms into the vtuber fit whenever she wants to. Most of the time, it's to fight or to protect Bobby

she transforms using a magical brooch that resembles the emblem on her vtuber fit. she can add stuff on the brooch to alter her transformed appearance (like changing the bird wings to butterfly ones, or having a shiny rainbow mode)

she made a smaller, less powerful replica of her brooch for Bobby so he can get into armor much faster

she "draws" things out of her inventory with her fingers in the air (think the spellcasting of the witches in The Owl House, but with different symbols)

When Bobby died, her transformed look takes on a more dark and brooding appearance

3. q!Roier

he's not a spider hybrid but like, an actual Spiderman—literally got bit by a radioactive spider and everything

alternates between his superhero suit and a civilian fit. like jaiden, he transforms between fits superhero style

can fire webs from his hands, has slight spider sense, and also venomous saliva (so i beg of you, do not get head from this man)

wears natural makeup bc he likes to. he darkens it a little when he feels particularly vengeful (this is canon but yk)

the spiderman traits also apply to Melissa, whose dyed lingerie is literally weaved from spider webs

Post-Bobby death, he wears more blacks (both in civilian and superhero fits) and a lot more eyeliner

4. q!Bad

humanoid looking demon. resembles a void-like shadow in extreme emotional states

distinctly has a glowing halo. it has long horns growing out of it + a shadowy demon tail

has his mc skin's hoodie but sleeveless. collared shirts of any color is usually under that + beige khakis, white socks and various sneakers!

His hoodie has a small embroidered symbol of the Order Theoritas, hidden near the collar of the hood

his hair is long and usually tied loosely. wears glasses as well

sharp canines make him look a bit catty

his reaper get-up is well-sewn cursed cloth. wearing the fit makes his halo and tail larger, darker, and more shadowy

there's a block of diamond + an image of skeppy always on his person

He lets Dapper wear the ghost chat bell as a tail accessory

5. q!Spreen

werebear. He turns into a human during sunny daytimes, and is otherwise an anthromorphic bear-man.

black bear, like the mc skin

fashion sense however matches the CC; generally street-looking even with the bulk of armor

canines and claws glow when he's fighting someone in bear mode. he grows them out fighting during his human state

smells like cigarettes

6. q!Slime

a player equivalent to minecraft slime

prefers taking on a humanoid appearance, and has taken it long enough to master recolorization of said state. feels uncomfortable taking any other form as well

experiences pain when shifting (i mean that's also canon but yk)

behaves like a magma cube in extreme negative emotional states. will resemble one if you piss him off enough

he has no actual clothes, he shapeshifts the appearance of clothing. (q!Mariana has noticed, and he doesn't like to think too hard about it) his most external layer is armor and glasses.

he and q!Mariana have each a piece of Juanaflippa's shell on their person

7. q!Cellbit

human. well, not completely according to genetics but is more or less perceived as one.

The CC but wearing the blockman-cubito's fits

wears eyeliner to hide the eyebags. This doesnt work and only makes his eyes more expressive

a shadow looms the upper half of his face whenever he's being super weird and mysterious. It darkens when he's consciously about to do something really bad in a dramatic anime way; this is much more emphasized if he puts on his goggles

he paints his nails and the paint always trails. these glow sailor moon style when he comes into contact with the blood of any living creature

has a caffeine addiction

The chainsaw scars are deep enough that Cellbit doesn't like looking at himself when changing; he forces it though to remember why he's doing anything at all

Taught Richas how to draw the symbol for the Ordo Theoritas. He also has the symbol pressed into the leather of his gloves

8. q!Wilbur

humanoid man of unidentified species. perceived as human.

really is human looking, minus the pointy ears and prismatic irises

wears clear glasses. yellow sweater + sleeveless brown longcoat + grey jeans + black boots

has a black scarf and red beanie both made of wool and embroidered with gold threaded flowers.

always has a guitar on his person. since tallulah entered his life, he's let her put stickers and draw all over it.

They jam together when they can

may or may not have an enchanted singing voice

part 2

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

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lollytea · 2 years

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hc that hunter and willow end up sharing a lot of clothing and because hunter has issues with the texture of certain fabrics, he sews that little W patch to remind himself that this or that belongs to willow. theres ceirtaintly an easier way to remember other than sewing an entire patch, but he enjoys designing patches that match the clothing. anyways look at what uve done to me im thinking up domestic huntlow hcs

I could imagine that during the time spent in Camila's house, mixing up clothes was a frequent occurance. Usually between Luz, Amity and Gus. They're all roughly the same size so they'd pull out a shirt, take one look at it and be like "yeah this is probably mine." Considering they're GFs, Luz and Amity wouldn't mind. But Gus would definitely complain if he saw either of them in one of his dino shirts tho lmao.

Willow and Hunter are also susceptible to this but less so. Hunter accidentally wore one of Willow's T-shirts once and when she was like "Borrowing my shirt, huh? ;)", he was absolutely mortified.

"O-oh! Is this yours? I didn't-- I-I'm so sorry. I mean, looking at it now... obviously it's yours. It's got mushrooms on it. Like, duh, am I right? I'll-I'll take it off immediately lemme just--"

"Now I know you're not about to take the shirt off right now in front of her, right?" Gus quickly adds before he embarrasses himself any further.

Hunter freezes, hands bunched in the hem, seconds before yanking the shirt over his head.

"ObViOusly not!" His voice cracks, face scalding. "That'd be weird. So weird! No I-...I'll wash it for you! I know you don't want my weird smell on it..."

Willow tilts head to the side, cocking an eyebrow "I don't?" She asks innocently.

All Hunter can manage is a confused but horribly flustered squeak. It's amazing the heat didn't melt the skin of his face off.

Gus has to give Willow a stern talking to later that day. ("You WILL kill him if you don't tone it down. Stop the violence, Park!!!")

Anyway, after that happens, Hunter does not throw on just anything. He carefully scrutinises every article of clothing he dons and makes absolute certain that it belongs to him. So yeah I could imagine him sewing in little name tags just to keep Willow's clothes out of his pile.

However, this is the point where Willow starts "accidentally" wearing his clothes in return. She bounces into the kitchen for breakfast in one of his rocko button downs and it makes his galdorstone fucking flatline. Sees his life flash before his eyes as he chokes on his cereal. He cannt TAKE this shit anymore man.

You know his sweater? The soft yellow one? Willow once asked to borrow it. She, Lumity and Vee were heading out for a girls day and she had this cute skirt that she wanted to wear and that sweater would match it perfectly and... 🥺

Anyway when Hunter gets it back, there's a strong scent of perfume on it.

"You'll probably wanna wash that." Willow winks, fully aware that he hasn't a notion of washing it. She leaves Hunter a pile of mush, clutching the sweater to his chest for dear life.

He wears it the next day. There's still traces of Willow's scent on it. He tries to be casual about it but fails miserably. She grins like an idiot all day long.

But yes YES absolutely. In a few years time they are constant clothes sharers. Deliberate this time. Very funny to think about Willow intentionally avoiding textures that Hunter doesn't like when clothes shopping, even when they're for her. Cuz like...they'll end up on him at some point probably. If she owns fabrics that bother Hunter, it's clothes that aren't really his style anyway. But shirts, pants, jackets, hoodies. These are all fair game.

Hunter STILL distinguishes every article of clothing with the personalised little patches but you want to know the biggest reason I think he does this?

He wants people to know. He likes flaunting who he's dating honestly.

Luz: *pointing at the leaf patch on the sleeve of Hunter's jacket* Lemme guess. This is your girlfriend's?

Hunter: *is not a teenager anymore and tries to resist the urge to giggle. Fails anyway* yeah 🥰

#huntlow

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mh-midnight-wanderer · 1 year

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I'm very glad that people really like my previous post s Thank you so much for likes and reblogs <3

I want to apologize everyone for taking so long to make this. I planned to realize this after april fools day

But with job, life stuff, etc. At least I can do to keep my blog alive is reblogging amazing mh fanarts.

At last I manage organized my spare time so I decided to realize my version Monster High characters Gaia Online part 3

FOR REAL THIS TIME

Side Note: I made few modifications with ms paint because I couldn't find the right items that could fit my vision of MH characters Things that I changed: Added scales in Deuce's arms and his shirt, Holt's clothing Manny's tail and Invisibilly's drink

1. Deuce Gorgon (male version)

Its combination of G1 and G3 Deuce. I still like the idea that G1 Deuce is half human/ half gorgon but with more scales in his body.

I give him red sunglasses, purple jacket, red and black striped shirt, black belt with white skull, black and green pants, purple sneakers and purple side backpack

I decided not give him hoodie or beanie unless if weather or the classroom is too cold because is bad for snakes hair

2. Clawd Wolf

Is almost like his G1 version but I give him mohawk afro hair. Teal, black and some gold jacket, pants and shoes. white and black striped shirt with moon crescent necklace

I didn't forget add his tail :D

3. Jackson Jekyll / Holt Hyde

Now for Jackson I went to G1 version and I give them retro squared glasses, yellow and white checkered shirt, checkered tie and checkered black pants and blue shoes.

And I added school backpack with cute monsters keychains

As for Holt's design. I give him blue fiery hair to separate Heath's design. For his clothing I design punk style duality. With red, white and black jacket, purple shirt, black and orange punk pants and mismatched shoes

Also I give him school backpack too without Jackson's keychains, red and purple headphones and orange round glasses ( I don't think transforming a monster can fix their sight)

4. Gillington "Gil" Webber

As for Gil's fashion inspired by recent G3 design: I give him teal and white sweater, black tank, black and white fish belt, green pants with black tentacle design and black and white sneakers

I like he's able to stay in land without using scuba helmet filled with water. Stilll he needs stay hydrate 24/7.

5. Manny Taur

Now for Manny. I give him grey top tank with orange vest. Blue pants and combat boots

He looks tough but his total softie. I promise

6. Heath Burn

Its combination of G1 and G3 Heath. I give him fiery blue shirt and fiery black pants, blue open toes sandals and heat-resistant gloves (to prevent burning something or someone)

Oh I give him nice set earrings and hint of his demonic heritage ;)

7. Invisi Billy

Finally for Invisibilly. I give him blue beanie, dark teal jacket with purple details, blue t shirt with danger sign and dark blue pants and boots

I decided to give him dark sunglasses for 2 reasons:

One is nod to classical invisible monster (Griffin) wears dark googles.

Two: Headcanon: Invisibilly's eyes are sensible to sunlight

This is Invisibilly "invisible" form

That’s pretty much it. I'm planning to make part 4 soon. I'm so excited!!!

#monster high #gaia online #deuce gorgon #clawd wolf #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #gil webber #manny taur #heath burns #invisi billy #I still hope that Jackson/Holt appear in g3 cartoon #And get Invisibilly more appearances and character development #Just because he's “invisible” isn't excuse #midnight random ramblings

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ephemeral-darkness · 2 months

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Sooo OC Time!

If you want to send me asks about any of them, please do!!! I really want to talk about my lil characters and I’m stuck inside ill rn.

I will add their names and a little description of them under the cut. Baring in mind there are quite a few! This is going to be a long one lmao. Please bare with me! If you want to know anything more, please ask!

Oh also, heights aren't transferable per sheet so I do apologise about scaling!

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Albert Van’t Hoff. They/them pronouns- a white person with long brown hair. It is tied up and has blonde forelocks. They have blue and brown heterochromia and a pale skin patch on their forehead. They have beige hearing aids. They are wearing a dark green unzipped hoodie, a beige T-shirt with “Druid” on it, and dark blue jeans. They are also wearing yellow socks and pale green converse.

Fumnanya Okafor. She/He pronouns- a black person with short black hair. She has dark brown eyes and wrinkles at the corners as she is smiling. He is wearing a dark green denim jacket with various green coloured patches- on the lapels are two pronoun badges. One is blue and says "She/her" and the other is pink and says "He/him." She is wearing a ripped purple and pink jumper and a dark brown binder. He is also wearing pale blue jeans and black doc martens.

Alastair Dalton. He/Him pronouns- a white man with short dark magenta hair. He has many moles on his cheeks and has green eyes. He is supporting himself on two grey crutches as he is missing his left leg below the knee. He is wearing a grey Muse (band) shirt, blue shorts, and pale blue converse. On his residual limb, he is wearing an orange striped sock- similar to the one he is wearing under his shoes.

Bryn Seagrave. He/him pronouns- A white man with mid length blue hair. It is curled and holds a headband with two pastel purple horns on it. He has pale blue eyes, heart stickers on his cheeks, and snakebite piercings. He is wearing a pink dripping choker, a pastel pink crop top with "die" written in purple, black fishnets, pink and yellow split leg shorts, and thigh highs. The left is solid pink and is held up by a garter with studs and an eyeball charm- the right is purple with a stars and moons pattern. He is also wearing black Mary Jane shoes.

Zhou Jingyi. She/they pronouns- An east asian woman with chest length teal coloured hair tied in a pony tail. She has dark brown eyes and a mole under her bottom lip- she has several on her arms and stomach too. They are wearing a pastel purple crop top, baggy ripped jeans in blue, pastel pink socks, and black vans. She also is wearing a gold necklace and two pink festival-style bracelets.

Euan Buchanan. They/them pronouns- a white person with a shaved head; their stubble is ginger. They have pale blue eyes and stretched ears. They are wearing a grey pullover hoodie, a blue denim jacket, muted blue jeans, and red converse. On their jacket, they have a DID flag pin, a smiley face pin, and a non binary flag patch.

Ajay Carrenan. She/her pronouns- a black woman with mid length red curly hair. She has mid brown eyes, around which is red smokey eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner. She is wearing a black cropped bolero jacket- one sleeve is missing just above the left elbow, showing slightly her residual limb. She is also wearing a red and black striped corset, and a red and black layered bustle-type skirt. She is wearing platform strapped shoes.

Paige Yuan. She/her pronouns- an east asian woman with long brown hair. It has grey streaks in it and is tied up in a long plait. She is wearing a deep necked blouse- along the collar is orange flowers. She is also wearing a pair of coral loose trousers and black Mary Jane shoes.

Ignacia Muñoz- an afro-Latin person with shoulder length curly blue hair. She has broken eyes and snakebite piercings. They are wearing a pastel purple and pink colour block tshirt, pale blue ripped shorts, purple and yellow star patterned socks, and pastel pink vans. They have plasters on both knees (from hockey accidents). She is also wearing a pearl style bracelet.

Finn Aciel. They/It pronouns- a mixed race person with green curly hair. They have the sides shaved to mimic a mullet. It has dark brown eyes and pale vitiligo patches on both cheeks- going down onto its neck. They are wearing a black Cramps (band) hoodie, black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. It also has a vitiligo patch on it's right hand and knee.

Orion Whitaker. He/him pronouns- a white person with jaw length blue hair. He has pale blue eyes, two nose bridge piercings, a septum piercing, 8 mouth piercings, 3 ear piercings, and large stretched ears. He is wearing a mesh Thrasher (magazine logo) shirt, black ripper short shorts, grey socks, and red converse. He has many scars on his left leg and right wrist. He also has a collarbone piercing on the right side.

Rowan Aboagye. They/them pronouns- a black person with red-pink locs. They have dark brown eyes half shut in a smile. They are wearing a white shirt, a pastel yellow and green unzipped hoodie, blue ripped jeans, grey socks, and red converse. They have scars on their right wrist. They are also wearing a dark grey beanie, a brown leather bracelet, black nail polish, and a gold necklace.

Motya Kozlowski. They/them pronouns- a white person with shoulder length ginger hair. They have pale blue eyes, moles on their cheeks, and a scar above their lip to their nose from cleft lip surgery. They are wearing a dark brown dress with a darker band, a beige cardigan, layered brown tights and socks, and a dark brown pair of combat boots. They are supporting themselves with a beige wooden walking cane.

Abeni Olumuyiwa. She/they/xe pronouns- a black person with dark brown hair pulled into an afro puff. She has dark brown eyes, a silver septum ring, and lots of ear chains connecting her lobe piercing and cartilage piercing. They are wearing a dark purple star patterned bra and sleeve set- it has a mesh panel going across their chest. Xe is also wearing a darker purple maxi length half skirt, black shorts, a purple belt with a moon buckle, and strapped black shoes. She also has black press on nails.

Carwyn Hughes. He/him- a white man with long blond hair. He has pale green eyes, snakebite piercings, and 4 laceration scars across his face- he also has multiple visible scars on his neck and arms. He is wearing a black Mayhem (band) shirt, black ripped jeans, and black converse.

Nick Coombe. He/him pronouns- a mixed race man with short black curly hair. He has dark brown eyes and is slightly frowning. He is wearing a blue button up shirt that is tucked into his beige chinos. He is also wearing black dress shoes with no socks.

Shinego Yui. She/He/They pronouns- an east asian person with long pink hair. She has dark brown eyes and stretched ears. He is wearing a black shirt, a black cropped denim jacket, fishnet tights, purple and black split leg shorts, black knee highs, and black calf high boots. They are also wearing a studded bracelet. She has a few scars on her left arm. On his jacket are 2 badges and 2 patches- the badges are an "any/all" pronoun pin, and a HIM (band) logo pin. The patches read "Care not cops" and "Protect trans kids.'

Abigail Brown. She/They/Star pronouns- a white person with long pink hair. She has purple eyes and pink heart stickers on her cheeks. They are wearing a frilly pink shirt, a darker pink long skirt, and pale pink strap shoes. Star also has black press on nails.

Flavien Panosyan. He/him pronouns- a west asian man with a deep green death hawk. He has dark brown eyes surrounded by smudged black eyeshadow and eyeliner. He also has snakebite piercings and large stretched ears. He is wearing a fishnet shirt, a black Bauhaus (band) shirt, a black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and black platform boots. The right arm of his leather jacket is pinned up as he is missing an arm above the elbow.

Bastian Halle. They/he- an east asian person with a red coloured undercut. They have dark brown eyes and they are slightly smirking. He is wearing a pastel yellow cropped hoodie, pastel blue and muted blue split leg jeans, pastel yellow socks, and pink converse. On their jeans, there are multiple galaxy themed doodles on both legs and the word "star" written in bubble writing on the left leg.

Echo Barnett. She/They- a black woman with long black twists. She has dark brown eyes and she has vitiligo patches in the middle of her face-covering her mouth and nose. She is wearing a black and red romantic goth dress, fishnet tights, and calf high platform boots.

Eli Ossian. They/she- a mixed race person with short purple hair. They have dark brown eyes, multiple ear piercings, and snakebite piercings. She is wearing a white vest top, a dark green varsity type jacket, baggy ripped blue jeans, and teal converse. The left shoulder of their jacket is pulled down, showing off their top surgery scars.

Afra El-Amin. She/her pronouns- a central asian woman wearing a pastel pink hijab. She has dark brown eyes and is wearing black rimmed round glasses. She is also wearing a white jumper, a yellow and pink split denim jacket, blue jeans, and yellow converse.

Lindiwe Madlala. She/her pronouns- a black woman with long black braided hair. She has dark brown eyes, canine bite piercings, several ear piercings, and large stretched ears. She is wearing a white cropped top, a beige hoodie, khaki green jogging bottoms, and grey trainers.

Bellamy Frost. She/It pronouns- a mixed race person with brown and blonde ombre hair- it is in a high ponytail. She have dark brown eyes and is wearing a silver necklace. It is also wearing a beige shirt over a dark blue hoodie- on the shirt is a mountain silhouette on top of a sunset background- a pair of blue ripped jeans, and black converse. She has teal and yellow odd socks and a black backpack.

Hugo Lieffsson. He/him pronouns- a white person with a dark brown undercut. He has green eyes and heavy dark circles under his eyes (EDS gang). He is wearing a cropped and sleeveless black turtleneck shirt, a pastel purple cardigan, pale blue jeans, and red converse. He is propping himself up on a grey crutch and has a dark blue knee brace on his left leg.

Ink. They/them pronouns- a white person with fluffy pale blue hair- their brown roots are showing through the dye. They have blue eyes, a bridge piercing, a septum piercing, and 7 lip piercings. They are wearing a black shirt over a striped black and grey turtleneck, black and red split leg jeans, and black combat boots. They are also wearing a silver padlock necklace.

River Olumuyiwa. They/them pronouns- a black person with albinism and white hair pulled up into an afro puff. They have pink eyes and a neutral expression. They are wearing a purple and blue colour block tshirt, dark blue shorts, and black vans. They have two below the knee prosthetic legs and pink star patterned leg covers. They are also wearing a pink bead bracelet.

Amber Bennett. She/her- a white woman with slightly curled blonde hair. She has blue eyes and acne on her cheeks and forehead. She is wearing a magenta bustier style top, a pastel pink strawberry patterned cardigan, blue cuffed jeans, and white converse.

Eden Lovett. She/her pronouns- a white girl with pink long hair. She is wearing a pastel rainbow colour block hoodie, blue shorts, and blue and green trainers. She has a right above the knee prosthetic leg.

Jett. They/He/It pronouns- a black person with neon blue locs- they have a left shaved part. He has dark brown eyes, 2 eyebrow piercings, a bridge piercing, 7 lip piercings, a septum piercing, 6 ear piercings, and large stretched ears. It is sitting in a grey and black manual wheelchair- it has red half length spoke covers, with stickers on them. They are wearing a tie dye grey and black MCR shirt over a striped black jumper, black ripped jeans, grey socks, and black converse.

Deng Bowen. He/him pronouns- an east asian man with a dark brown undercut. He has dark brown eyes and wrinkles around his eyes. He is wearing a beige shirt, a dark brown unzipped hoodie, blue jeans, and mid brown combat boots.

Ellinor Nilsdottir. She/her pronouns- a white woman with jaw length split dyed green and teal hair. She has green eyes and moon dangly earrings. She is wearing a mesh shirt with stars and moons over a dark purple tank top, fishnet tights, black belted ripped shorts, purple striped knee highs, and black platform boots. She also has long black nails and has several rings.

Valerian Yeung. They/them pronouns- an east asian person with long reddish brown hair. They have dark brown eyes and are wearing in ear earphones. They are wearing a black hoodie, black ripped jeans, and black platform boots.

Amara Nasim. She/her pronouns- a central Asian woman who is wearing a deep purple niqab. She has dark brown eyes and she is smiling. She is also wearing a dark purple hoodie over the top, and a purple-pink gradient aabaya. She is also wearing black gloves.

Božidar Kóvačik. They/He pronouns- a white man with long dark brown-blond ombre hair. He has grey eyes, slight brown stubble, and a scar running from his lower right cheek. across his nose. They are wearing a brown jumper, a mid green varsity style jacket, pale blue ripped jeans, and dark green converse. On the jacket he has elbow patches and two badges- one is the 7 stripe gay flag, and the other is just coloured yellow.

Njord Lundvik. He/him pronouns- he is a white man with cheekbone length wavy blond hair. He has dark blue eyes and many freckles on his cheeks. He is wearing a muted coral jumper, mid blue ripped jeans, and dark blue converse. The left sleeve of his jumper is tied up just above the elbow.

Eugene Richards. He/him pronouns- a black man with mid length curly hair. He has dark brown eyes and a slight smile. He is wearing a colour block jumper in the primary colours- it says "be happy" on the front. He is also wearing pale blue shorts, a single rainbow sock, and odd converse in blue and yellow. He has a hinged leg brace on his left leg and a surgery scar across his knee. He is also wearing a beaded necklace with a large star charm.

Deng Chunhua. She/they pronouns- an east asian person with jaw length neon green hair. They have dark brown eyes, rounded glasses, a septum piercing, and 3 lip piercings. They also have quite a few freckles on their cheeks. They are wearing a white cropped shirt, a cropped leather jacket, black and purple tartan split leg jeans, and black combat boots. She has 3 badges on her jacket- a "she/they" pronoun pin, a bisexual flag pin, and a purple coloured pin. She has 3 patches on the black leg of her jeans- one that says "TERF killer," one that says Need More Coffee (her in universe band), and a yellow coloured one.

Oskar Balakrishnan. He/him pronouns- a south asian man with short curled brown hair. He has dark brown eyes and slight stubble on his chin and upper lip. He is wearing a pale blue Yale (university) jumper, blue and grey split leg joggers, and black converse.

Anwen Masters. She/her pronouns- a white woman with a red bat's nest (hairstyle). She has blue eyes surrounded by black eyeliner and eyeshadow, she is wearing full white foundation, and she has black lipstick. She is wearing a black cropped top, a leather skirt, a long leather trench coat, a ripped mesh shirt, fishnet tights, and platform boots.

Fennel Gbeho. They/She/He pronouns- a black person with short curly hair. They have brown eyes and square black rimmed glasses. She is wearing a white button up shirt, a green tie, a light brown waistcoat, beige chinos, a dark brown overcoat, and brown brogues.

Uriel Tamboli. He/him pronouns- a south Asian man who has short neon blue hair. He has dark brown eyes and snakebite piercings. He is wearing a purple hoodie, blue jeans, and dark blue converse. On his jeans, he has wave patterns in various colours and eyeball drawings.

Mars Douglass. Ze/zem pronouns- a black person with a cotton candy coloured high top hairstyle. Ze has dark brown eyes and round glasses. Ze is wearing a pastel green shirt, pale blue dungarees, and green converse. On zer dungarees, ze has a rainbow wave pattern and various flower patches. Ze is wearing a mushroom necklace, a hear dangly earring, and 2 beaded bracelets.

Fiore Ventimiglia. They/Ey/It/Ze pronouns- a white person with purple- pink ombre hair. They have grey eyes, 2 eyebrow piercings, 4 lip piercings, and a nasal feeding tube. Ey is sat in a green and black electric wheelchair, ey has a purple bag over the one arm rest. It is wearing a grey Black Flag (band) shirt, a cropped and sleeveless black leather jacket, a maxi skirt in black, and black creepers. Ze is also wearing black bracelets and a black spiked cuff. They have scars on their right wrist.

Vitalya Chernyshevskaya. She/They/Co pronouns- a white person with jaw length pastel green hair- half of it is pulled into space buns. She has blue eyes and slight brown stubble on her chin. They are wearing a white and green alien themed shirt, pink dungaree dress, pastel pink knee highs, and green converse. Co is also wearing a white beaded bracelet.

Azyan Nasim. She/They pronouns- a central Asian person in a pink hijab- she has a pink bow attached to this. She has dark brown eyes and has a pink heart on her cheek. They are wearing a pastel pink lolita dress- this is mostly frills and bows. She is also wearing knee high pink boots with white stars.

Syd Buchanan. They/She pronouns- a west Asian woman with long brown hair. They have brown eyes and their mouth is raised in a slight smile. She is wearing a beige shirt with a UFO design- it says "I don't believe in humans"- over a black cropped jumper. She is wearing muted pastel green jeans with multiple flower patches over each leg. They are also wearing dark brown converse with green socks.

Percy Arcimbault. He/they pronouns- a white man with brown curly hair. He has blue and green heterochromia and moles on his cheeks. They are wearing a yellow turtleneck, a beige teddy coat, pale blue jeans, and pastel orange converse.

Dante Ventimiglia. He/They/Xe pronouns- a white man with a blue undercut. He has brown eyes, a septum piercing, 3 lip piercings, and large stretched ears. They have a blackout neck and right arm tattoo also. Xe is wearing a black pullover hoodie- it reads "If you can read this, you're too close"- black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. He has scars on his left forearm.

Atticys Faulkner. They/them pronouns- a white person with black and white split dyed hair. You cannot see their eyes because of their fringe. They are wearing a white button up under a pink jumper- it has a pink heart pattern. They are also wearing a black and white paint drip skirt, fishnet tights, pastel purple thigh highs, and pink platform boots.

Viktor Lovett. He/They pronouns- a white person with long red hair, it is up in a high ponytail. He is wearing a pastel pink crop shirt with the word "peachy" on the chest, pale blue ripped shorts, blue socks, and red converse. They have blackout tattoos on their right arm, and various tattoos on their thighs. They have a Greco Roman broken head, a headless bust with top surgery scars, the word "love," and a laurel leaf with a red string around it on their left thigh. On their right, they have a wobbly smiley face, the polyamorous infinity heart, and two crossed coffin nails on their right thigh.

Sergio Benoit. They/Ey pronouns- a white person with pale pink hair. They have green eyes and acne on their cheeks and forehead. Ey is wearing a vest with rips resembling a skull in the front, underneath this their binder can be seen. They are also wearing black cuffed jeans, grey socks, and black converse.

Wren Adebayo. He/They/Xe pronouns- a black man with short purple hair. He has brown eyes and his face is neutral. They are wearing a mustard yellow pullover hoodie, dark blue jeans, and purple converse.

Teddy Vaśquez. He/him pronouns- a latino man with short brown curly hair. He has dark brown eyes and is wearing dark round sunglasses. He is wearing a purple shirt, a purple and gold brocade waistcoat, a chest harness over this, black dress trousers, and dark brown brogues. He is also poised with a marshmallow tip all white cane (as he lives in England).

Vinnie Van't Hoff. He/him pronouns- a white man with short brown hair, he has a blonde forelock. He has grey eyes and a pale patch of skin on his forehead, he is also using beige hearing aids. He is wearing a beige turtleneck, a dark brown overcoat, black dress trousers, and red converse.

Hieronymus Faulkner. He/They pronouns- they are a white person with black and white hair. He has blue and brown heterochromia and 2 ear piercings. He is wearing a black leather trench coat, a fishnet shirt, a black ripped Paralysed Age (band) shirt, a maxi length black skirt, and black platform boots. He is also wearing a bone necklace.

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starshine-wagner · 1 year

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Midnight Dip

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.

Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.

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wisefoxluminary · 9 months

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Instances of Ho Yay in Barbie (2023)

(Homoerotic subtext)

In this post, I will be going over the instances of ho yay or homoerotic subtext in the Barbie movie. For clarification, ho yay is when moments between same sex characters such as plot, dialogue or acting is intepreted as homoerotic. Here is a few examples -

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When Barbie first visits Weird Barbie, she comments on her sudden intrusion with "What's cookin' good lookin'," It is a very familiar, slightly funny way to say "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" while also complimenting someone's appearance. "What's cookin' (or cooking) good lookin' (or looking)?" is a slang used as a pick up line, mostly heard in bars, clubs when someone likes how you look.

Throughout the film, Weird Barbie is seen flirting with other Barbies.

Barbie rejects Ken's romantic advantages to spend more time with the other Barbies. When Ken says that he wants to stay over for the night, Barbie chooses a sleepover with the other Barbies over him.

When Barbie and Ken are rollerskating in the real world, two gay guys take notice of Ken and check him out.

During the I'm Just Ken sequence, Ken 3 and 4 kiss Ken on either check as he smiles jubilantly. As Ken sings, we can see kens dancing intimately, even embracing one another in a kiss. The song is about Ken wondering if he has purpose outside of Barbie as the song is used to unite the conflicting Kens and help them find love in each other. The lyrics of I'm Just Ken are clearly homoerotic.

I'm just Ken (And I'm enough)

And I'm great at doing stuff

So, hey, check me out, yeah, I'm just Ken

My name's Ken (And so am I)

Put that manly hand in mine

So, hey, world, check me out, yeah, I'm just Ken

Baby, I'm just Ken

(Nobody else, nobody else)

- I'm Just Ken by Ryan Gosling

In the end, Ken loses hope thinking that he has no purpose outside of being Barbie's accessory but Barbie assures him to forge his own path and to find something that makes himself happy. She encourages him to find a life outside of her and to find himself. This could be seen as a metaphor for someone discovering and deciding to explore/find their sexuality.

In the final moments of the film, Ken can be seen wearing a hoodie that says "I Am Kenough". If you pay close attention to the colours on the hoodie, there is a cyan, blue and yellow pattern that almost resembles the pansexual flag. There is some shades of green there as well but I don't know if it holds any significance to pansexuality or not.

My current headcanon is that Ken is pansexual. He is seen throughout the movie flirting with girls like stereotypical Barbie and the other Barbies. He doesn't seem opposed to other guys flirting with him or expressing their love to him. He is happy to see other woman notice him and is enamoured by the authority man have in the world. The movie is all about Ken finding self-love in himself as he comes to accept his blossoming sexuality. Ken is attracted to people of all genders and sexuality.

Feel free to add anything in the comments if I missed on any other examples. This is just stuff I picked up on in my first watch.

#barbie #ken #ho yay #homoerotic subtext #barbie 2023 #mini essay #character analysis #headcanon #i'm just ken #ken is pansexual #i am kenough

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avatarmerida · 2 years

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If She Happens To Fall

Inspired by this absolutely adorable art by @soldrawss I’m totally obsessed it’s so cute. Here’s a very fluffy post flyer derby practice Huntlow.

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“So Gus thinks that making illusions of the other team will give us an advantage, but I just can’t see how,” said Willow as she, Gus, and Hunter walked down the path toward her house. Hunter had donned a new civilian disguise: a yellow hoodie paired with a simple red flannel and pants with holes in the knees to truly sell that he was an average clumsy youth. It was perfect for him to blend in as he slipped out of patrol for a few hours to watch his friends practice.

It was nothing special, he would just walk home before slipping back into his duties, but this was the part he looked forward to the most. He liked seeing his friends in clothes that weren’t school or derby uniforms, like it was other clue to who they were. For some reason, he really liked that the Captain always wore something green, it was easy to see why she wanted it to be the team’s signature color. She was wearing a simple green top that matched her eyes and a long pastel green shawl that resembled a field of clover. He imagined how they looked from an outsider’s perspective: just three normal friends walking home from school.

“If I got the mannerisms just right it would be a good technique for getting the flag,” insisted Gus with gusto, clearly this was an ongoing discussion between the two. “They’d hand their flags instantly!”

“Yeah, but I feel like everyone would just take on their illusion counterpart instead of trusting the others,” said Willow. “Unless we were disguised as them but then it would confuse us too.”

“He could pull it off,” said Hunter proudly. Gus beamed at Hunter’s compliment, pointing to him with great exaggeration as though his agreement was the final step in convincing Willow. “It’d be a great match to watch.”

“Your illusions have been fun to scrimmage against,” added Willow thoughtfully. “I’ll add to the list of things to try out.” Gus punched his fist in the air victoriously.

“So practices have been going well I take it?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah,” sighed Willow. “As well as they can be, seeing as we lost our best flyer.” She said, gently nudging. Hunter’s side. He blushed (faintly, he hoped).

“The second Gus thinks he can rig an illusion to take my place as Golden Guard, you know I’m back,” laughed Hunter. He noticed he has been laughing more since he met them, he also noticed how his laugh had changed. Before he only laughed by himself when he was boosting, but now it warmed his whole chest.

“And that’s ‘second best flyer,’ thank you very much!”said Gus, pretending to be offended and they all laughed together.

“Oh! Speaking of that, one of my favorite elite players did this really cool thing during their last match-you gotta see it!” Willow exclaimed, stopping to get her scroll out of her gym bag to show them the video. Hunter leaned down to see better as she held it up and she pressed on his shoulder to bring him closer and pressed their faces together so they could both see. Gus watched contently from Willow’s other side, not upset he wouldn’t se the screen since watching the park of then watch had more potential. In the video, the player stood on her staff, jumped up to grab an flag from her opponent before doing a twirl and landing back on her staff without missing a beat. Willow beamed at their grace, jumping up and down excitedly as she replayed it.

“Excellent form, I definitely think you could pull it off,” commented Hunter, focusing on the video rather than their closeness.

“I really want to!” Willow said, putting her scroll away. “I’m just not as good standing up on my staff, I lose balance pretty quick without using my vines but they would ruin the element of surprise.”

“That’s like Gus’ signature move, why doesn’t he teach you?” Hunter asked, looking at him.

“I don’t so much ‘teach’ as much as I ‘do,’” said Gus, running his hand through his hair. “Sorry, but this level of cool doesn’t come with an instruction manual.”

Willow rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Scared I’ll steal your signature move, Mr. Cool?” She teased, putting her arm around his neck. “I’m close to figuring it out, you better look out Porter!”

The trio laughed, Hunter especially as he watched his friend exchange playful shoves. He was still getting used to compliments being sincere and admitting faults not being linked to shame. “You just need a trick to find balance,” said Hunter. “I can help you practice; if you had a spotter you can master that move in no time!”

“Really?” Willow asked, turning to him with eyes wide and latching onto his arm.

“Yeah, well that’s how I learned,” continued Hunter, his eyes darting between Willow’s engaged stare and Gus’ knowing one. “Of course, I had some of the best flying instructors on the Isles. But if I taught you, you’d have the best.”

“Smooth,” Gus whispered under his breath.

“You’d really wanna help me?” Willow asked.

“Yeah,” replied Hunter as nonchalantly as he could. “Do... you wanna try right now?”

“Right now?” Willow repeated, excited at the idea.

“Yeah if that’s okay, um,” suddenly he was stumped, not by her question but by the look in her eyes that made him feel frozen and warm at the same time. “But you already changed outta your uniform, are you sure?”

“Yes please!” She exclaimed, turning on her heel to run back to the field. A small smile tugged the side of Hunter’s face as he watched her bolt away in excitement.

“You coming Gus?” Hunter asked, eager to follow her.

“You sure you don’t want to be alone with Willow?” Gus asked smugly.

“What? I never said that,” said Hunter nervously. “I mean, I didn’t not say that. I don’t mind being alone with the Captain, but I guess it’s not really alone if there’s more than one person, but if you want-.”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me,” said Gus, putting up his hand to stop Hunter. “I know when I’m being a third wheel.”

“What’s wrong with being a third wheel?” Hunter asked, becoming more confused by the second. “That’s a more effective and safe way of transportation!”

“Hunter! C’mon!” Willow called from the field, waving him over. Hunter waved back with enthusiasm and as much as Gus wanted to see how this would play out, he felt it was best if this was a private lesson.

“You know I don’t reveal my secrets,” he said, patting his friend on the back. “Besides, I have a ton of homework to get to. You guys will have fun!”

“Yeah, It’s just sometimes... I don’t know what to say to the Captain,” he admitted with a sigh. “I mean, I know what to say, we have plenty to talk about but sometimes... when I look at her, my mind just goes blank. Like right in the middle of a sentence, I’ll just lose focus or I’ll focus too much-.”

Gus shook his head and laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder and placing a supportive hand on Hunter’s shoulder, looking up at the older boy with sincerity. “Well, actions speak louder than words,” Gus said, as he continued walking, offering his friend a supportive look. “Just... catch her if she happens to fall, okay?”

Hunter nodded, treating Gus’ teasing words as a sacred mission. He knew how important flyer derby was to Willow and he did not take her trust lightly.

Flapjack took his staff form and Hunter flew up to the center where Willow was waiting for him. She offered him a soft smile as he took a place beside her, Gus’ words echoing in his mind.

“Hmm, maybe we should start closer to the ground first,” wondered Hunter aloud. “Just to be safe.”

“Pff, I’m not a baby Hunter, I know how to fly,” Willow laughed, flying in a circle around him.

“Right, of course, I wasn’t saying you were haha,” Hunter laughed nervously. “I would never say that. Never think that! No, uh... the first step is proper footing.” He snapped himself back into focus, summoning his Golden Guard persona to appear authoritative.

Willow looked down. “Well, I’m not wearing my normal flyer derby shoes but these should be fine,” she shrugged, her white loafers didn’t have the best grip but this should be okay. In one graceful leap, she rose to her feet like she was on a balance beam, putting her arms out to the sides to balance her. “Woah,” she said, moving her arms in circles to balance herself when she started to tip to one side.

“Careful,” Hunter said instinctively, moving over to take her hand to steady her. She laughed as she shifted her weight so her feet had proper grip on the staff. When she did it quick, it was easy and she didn’t have to think about it. But going slow step by step and having too much time to think made her aware of the importance of each movement. “Let’s take it slow,” he said as he flew beside her to guide her.

“Bend your knees, but not too much,” advised Hunter, his eyes locked on her while her’s were locked straight ahead. “The flag pole is a great place to spot since it’s where you’re going anyway. Pretty soon it’ll be second nature.”

They flew from one end of the field with great success, Willow squeezing Hunter’s hand the entire time.

“How do you make this look so easy?” Willow asked with a smile. The setting sun gracing her shoulders, covering her in soft shades of orange and pink, the warm colors made the vibrant green of her eyes pop.

“Years of practice and falling,” he laughed, hoping the warm colors of the sunset hid the flush of his face. “But you’re doing great, you’re already a natural!”

“Promise you won’t let me fall?” Somehow he knew she wasn’t really worried, despite her question he knew that she trusted him and her faith in him made him even more determined.

“I promise,” he said, holding her hand tighter. She really was a natural and probably could have mastered the move with help in a few minutes but he wasn’t complaining about spending more time with the Captain. “I got you. I would never let you fall, Captain.”

Her eyes shifted over to him, the sincerity of his voice made her feel like she was melting. The way he said it like that it felt bigger somehow, then again the way Hunter said a lot of things made them feel bigger for some reason. When he called her ‘Captain’ it felt like more than her position in a club, it felt like a purpose. If she teetered he’d hold her hand tighter, but never tight enough to hurt her. His glove was dense and worn but she could still feel that his hands were firm and calloused. Rough but somehow gentle, they were a perfect symbol of him. He was thankful for them now more than ever so she couldn’t feel how sweaty his hand was.

“Hey, eyes forward!” Hunter instructed in a tone both strict and ruffled when he caught her eyes on him. She quickly turned her head back, her heart racing for some reason.

“Sorry coach,” she said playfully and he mumbled something in response she couldn’t quite hear. Her eyes would dart back to him, sneaking glances to see if he’d notice and scold her again. Hoping he’d notice.

Their eyes would meet for a moment and it became a silent game of who would acknowledge it first and look away. She knew if she stole a look at him long enough he would have to say something, but he called her bluff and she looked back ahead not wanting them to crash due to her being distracted. But she could immediately feel his eyes on her and knew if she looked back her knees would turn to jelly and she’d lose her balance and not have the words to explain why.

“Wanna try going faster?” He asked eventually, she was certain he’d noticed her looks and was trying to change the silent subject.

She nodded. “Let’s do it,” she said. When they reached the end of the field, they built momentum and flew at a faster speed Willow focusing on her balance. The wind blew threw her braids and Hunter heard music play as though they were wind chimes. Once they made their way across the field a few times at a decent speed, Hunter could tell Willow was ready to try it by herself.

“Okay, this time I’m gonna let go,” he said, a part of him dreading the idea. “And you try standing by yourself. I’ll be right across to catch you if you fall.”

“I can just summon a flower or a bush to catch me if I fall,” said Willow with a small giggle, positioning her feet. “You don’t have to catch me.”

“Oh! Yeah, r-right, of course not!” Hunter sputtered, letting go of her hand. That hot/cold feeling was back. “You don’t need me to catch you, that’s dumb. I’m dumb.”

“You’re not dumb, you’re sweet,” assured Willow. “But hopefully your excellent coaching pays off and I won’t fall at all. Now, go over there and watch!”

Hunter nodded. You’re not dumb, you’re sweet, echoed in his mind. He had never been called sweet before.

Willow crouched down and quickly leapt to her feet, focused and balanced like they had practiced. She had control of her staff and bent her knees at the perfect angle to prepare her jump. She leapt in the air, twirling the way her favorite player had done and landed back down as though tied with a string. Hunter watched with pride, the scene seemed to play out for him in slow motion.

“Captain, that was perfect!” Hunter gushed, teleporting over to her excitedly. “You executed it perfectly! You looked beautiful!”

This was the kind of thing he would impulsively say and then overthink and try to cover up, but there no other way to describe it. Hunter was too proud of her progress to be flustered by his own words.

Willow on the other hand...

“Really? Thanks, you too,” she said, twirling the end of her braid around her finger. “I mean, uh, you explained it beautifully. So, good job. Heh. Now I just have to do it 20 more times before I have it mastered.”

“Then you can try it backwards,” said Hunter.

“Yeah,” agreed Willow with a laugh. “I think I need to work on the jump though. Did it look okay? It felt off balanced.”

“It looked fine,” said Hunter. “But if I recall, the player from the match you showed us had both their feet leave the staff at the same time when they jumped.”

“Hmm,” murmured Willow, looking down to try and figure out how to do that.

“I think I figured it out,” said a Hunter, connecting dots in his head, pulling up beside her as he rose to his feet thinking of how to explain his vision. “You don’t want to lean too far forward otherwise you’d get more distance than height. I think I can help you. Uh, may I?”

He asked and Willow saw he was asking for permission to stand on her staff. She nodded and extended her hand out to him to pull him over. Hunter took both of her hands and raised her arms to the sides. “Okay let’s try moving and use that momentum to propel yourself up,” he continued to instruct. “I’ll try and guide your arms to the wind flow until we find the right angle.”

She ushered her staff forward and they flew together and she leapt into the air using his hands as a guide. She had nearly forgotten she was supposed to be practicing when flying like this seemed more like... dancing. Willow soon realized that she didn’t need Hunter to help her balance but she kept that to herself, enjoying falling back to him too much. After a few attempts with constant encouragement from Hunter, he told her to try to spin again.

They picked up speed to simulate a real match and Willow basically launched herself into the air, pretending to grab a flag and turned herself around. She overshot it and did an extra spin so when she landed she landed backward to face Hunter, grinning from ear to ear.

“N-nice job,” he said with a small smile, captivated by the pride in her face.

“Thanks!” Willow said, lunging forward to wrap him in a quick but firm hug. “I couldn’t have done it without you!”

“Heh, nah you probably could’ve,” muttered Hunter modestly as she released him. “Your form already looked great. I mean you’ve always been pretty... great! At flying! Pretty great at flying!”

Willow giggled. “Let’s just hope I’ll look as good doing it in an actual match,” she said. “It was really sweet of you to help me.”

Sweet, he thought, there’s that word again. His whole life, no one had ever called him sweet before ,(most people who knew him consider him quite the opposite) and here she had done it twice in one day.

“Well, as co-founder of the Emerald Entrails, it’s my duty to ensure all players reach their true potential to ensure victory,” he said sounding as though he was doing an impression of himself.

“Co-founder?” Willow repeated, crossing her arms as she looked up at him with an unconvinced smirk.

“I mean, I did name the team,” Hunter reminded her, mimicking her form. “It’s kind of a big deal.”

“More like I let you name team,” she countered, stepping even closer to him, her hands in fists on her hip trying to look intimidating.

It worked.

In a real argument, he’d stand taller and speak louder but instead he wanted to be at her eye level and speak slower and quieter. He noticed they were standing much closer together now, and he suddenly felt off balanced. He was hyper aware of it, feeling as though his soul had re entered his body his body and he was just entering the situation from the outside. He leaned back to correct their distance and ended up stepping too far back and finding only air as he tumbled off the end of Willow’s staff before he could prepare a flirty retort .

He didn’t have time to be afraid or worried because he was busy feeling more embarrassed than he ever had before in his entire life. He knew that Willow would probably summon a flower bed for him to comfortably land in. But he couldn’t believe that after all the boosting he did and trials he endured and literal people trying to push him off, the thing that knocked him off his staff was a gentle smile.

Before Hunter could fully wish for the sweet embrace of death, he was met by a different embrace grabbing him effortlessly out of the air. Willow, still standing on her staff like he had taught her, held onto him as though dipping him in a dance before helping him into his feet behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders as she looked back at him with a playful smirk that made him feel like he was about to start spiraling again.

“You’re not the one whose supposed to be falling,” she laughed, making her way back toward the ground.

“Just needed to test your reflexes,” he managed to joke as he fought the instinct to be distracted by the sunset finding her face again.

“I should expect nothing less,” she teased as they made their way back to the ground. “How kind of my fellow co-founder.”

Now he was sweet and kind?

“It’s one of many services I offer,” he said as returned to his former character of confidence, internally screaming at the fact that she could consider him a co-founder of something she loved so much, even as a potential joke. When they returned to the grass, he stepped off the staff first and offered her his arm with flourish to heighten the bit.

“Oh, why thank you,” said Willow playing along and reaching to take it. Just as she stepped forward, a rock she didn’t know was there caused her to lose balance and knocked her forward. It was a small stumble, but Hunter reacted instantly and caught her, though there’d be no real consequence if he didn’t. She looked up at him and saw the sunset had moved into his face now, the pinks making the deep maroon of his eyes shine and grow. They looked soft and deep like quicksand.

“Oh Captain, Captain, Captain,” he said shaking his head with faux disapproval once he assured himself it was merely a stumble. “Do you need a refresher lesson on balance?”

She rolled her eyes and gently tapped his shoulder, strolling over to pick up her bag. He exhaled with content, finding comfort that they could be casual. Even when he was tense around, it wasn’t a bad feeling. He was glad his fumble hadn’t sullied her opinion of him and he was glad her fumble allowed him to redeem himself (even if he didn’t need to).

“Whatever,” she scoffed playfully, tucking some lose hairs behind her ears as she started the head back to the path so he could finish walking her home. “But you fell first; remember that.”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #toh winter #toh #willow park #hunter wittebane #toh fanfiction

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krislin · 5 months

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The Special Pokèvendture of Sanders Sides!

Sanders Sides Pokémon AU fic

So I've had this fic for a while, but I wanted to give rewriting a try. It's old enough that my writing style was so bad, but now I've improved.

Maybe I'll come to rewrite more of that fic, but we'll see.

Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3256

Summary:

In the world of Pokémon, there are many types of different creatures living alongside humans.

A group going by as the Sanders Sides are well know single Type Pokémon Trainers journeying around together.

The group is divided into different 'teams':

The Light Sides.

The Dark Sides.

And The Neutrals.

Sometimes they travel all together, sometimes the Dark Sides venture out on their own.

But those who know of them know that they are a close group, and all powerful, alone or together.

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It was the usual peaceful day in the world of Pokémon. Few clouds hung up on the darkening blue skies. Pokémon chirps could be heard coming from the grass, trees, and bushes around, while also from above from those who flew around. And for the group of young men on the road, it was a usual day, just not a peaceful one.

"Remus!"

Three of the seven men shouted out at the one dressed in mostly green clothes. This man had dark brown, almost black hair, with a silver highlight on the front. He wore a black t-shirt with a green jacket over. His trousers were black, but filled with visible dirt and dust, along with plenty of tears all over, some bigger than others. His hands had black and green finger-less gloves on, a cobble web design sewed on the top. Above the right-hand glove, he had a red, green, and black bracelet, which held firmly onto a Key Stone laying on the top.

The man, Remus, laughed loudly as he bolted over a field the road crossed over, and not too far away from a forest. "Come and catch me, suckers!"

One of the three men chasing him growled in pure annoyance. "Come back here at once, Remus!" he warned, but gritted his teeth when receiving laughter in return. This man wore a mix of yellow and light purple. Around his left eye, actually most of his left side of his face, had strange marks around. It wasn't extremely clear, but one would be able to see that something had happened to the man that made permanent scars on his skin. Other than that, he had normal lighter brown hair, with a black fedora with a yellow ribbon, that had a few purple bubbles around it. On the front right side of the hat, a Key Stone was stuck to the ribbon. He had a black shirt under a yellow and purple vest, and he wore whole gloves that were yellow, but purple on the back. His trousers were dark grey with an extra belt that hung down from under his magnet belt, small bottles hanging down from it.

Remus, from the front, laughed yet again, but threw a sneer back at them as he glanced over his shoulder. "You'll just send your snake on me, Janus!" he called back, earning a snort.

"And he won't be the only one, and I'll make we'll add more to it than just poison!" the young man running next to him called out with a growl as well. This man wore mostly black, but had dark purple spread around. His hair was black, but his skin was paler than normal compared to most. Around his neck laid a pair of black headphones, but admitted into it on the right side, you could see a Key Stone barely coming out of it. The man wore a black zipper hoodie with dark purple patches spread around, and the rest of his attire was mostly black as well. He wore finger-less gloves on his hands, which were black with silver highlights around the fingers and sides.

The last man chasing Remus gave a small chuckle as he shook his head. He may be amused, but he continued to chase the man alongside the other two. "Hey, Virgil," the man called to the other. The man clad in pretty normal clothes, a red t-shirt under a light grey jacket, dark grey trousers, picked up his speed to jog next to him as he earned his attention. He gave the man a grin as he stepped next to him, his necklace with his Key Stone swinging to the sides as he jogged.

"What is it, Thomas?" Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow at the other. "You know we need to get Remus before he does something more."

"Yeah, of course I know," Thomas answered, rolling his eyes, but gave another grin. "But I have a plan that may work."

This seemed to intrigue Virgil, as the man slowed to a stop, Thomas following his pace until they fully stopped. "Really now?"

Thomas' grin never left, and he leaned forward to whisper into the man's ear. While those two stood still, Janus continued to chase Remus, none of the two having taken notice of Virgil and Thomas, while the rest of the three in their group stood by their tents, all working to put out the fire Remus started to create this scene. The fire of one of four tents, that is.

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Remus turned to glance behind him again as he heard Thomas call out to Janus, and he saw Thomas and Virgil running to catch up to them, having fallen a bit behind in the chase. As Janus turned to glance behind him, Remus grinned and turned to bolt into the forest they had approached. The day had started to become dark, so little to no light was between the trees and bushes in the forest.

But as he stepped around in the forest, all sounds seemed to ease. He heard no one behind him now. Raising an eyebrow, Remus turned to glance back, wondering where the other three had gone off two. He was pretty sure at least Virgil and Thomas saw him bolt into the forest, and he was pretty certain they'd follow him inside, just in case he went to start a fire inside there as well.

Remus slowly stepped around in the forest, disappointment lingering around him as he sighed when seeing no one following him inside. But as he stepped around, everything seemed to suddenly grow much darker, as if it was midnight with black clouds covering the entire sky.

This seemed to bring some excitement into the man, as a grin spread widely across his face. "Oh~ How fun! I love the dark!"

To his side, he heard the violent rustling of a bush in the darkness. He saw nothing, but his excitement only seemed to grow stronger, and he skipped over towards the sound. Approaching a bush, the man leaned into the bush, but pouted when seeing nothing inside it.

Another violent rustling came from his side, and he spun around with excitement. "Hello~o! Someone out here who wants to play?" he man called out with a glint in his eyes as he approached the other bush.

As he approached it, he saw two sharp sparkle of light from what seemed to be in the middle of the low bush. Remus, however, only cooed in excitement, skipping over again. He continued to ramble out nonsense as he followed the rustling and ominous sparkles which seemed to jump from one place to another constantly.

But when seeing the sparkling lights go farther and farther away from him, he called out in sadness. "No~ Don't leave me, ominous sparkles! I want to play! Come back!" The man took off into a run after the lights, but soon they vanished completely. "Naw..." the man whined in disappointment. He turned around to leave, but instead of facing pure darkness, he came face to face with a dragon's head. The dragon stared right at him, their noses almost touching, but Remus only blinked once. "Oh, hello there! You wanted to play with the lights as well?"

The dragon raised an eyebrow and gave out a snort. He shook his head, then lifted his long neck to hold his head higher. Remus only followed his eyes up at the dragon, not noticing what sounded like a face palm coming from right next to him. A faint grumbling came from the side, and before Remus got to do anything, a bright light shone behind him.

Remus gave out a tiny yelp as he felt something wrap around him, trapping him in it's hold. He turned to glance behind him, and a slow chuckle came from him as he looked at the annoyed Drapion staring up at him.

"About time," someone said from close by.

When Remus turned back, the darkness around lifted off, making the area turn into the normal evening light again. In front of them stood a Drampa, shaking his head as he turned to see six others step out from the bushes.

"Still doesn't seem like your Ghost Type tricks works on Remus," the young man clad in a bright red jacket and light grey pants stated to Virgil. The man a facial shape and hair similar to Remus, only having a red highlight instead of Remus' gray. But he had a bracelet with a Key Stone similar to Remus. Instead of red, green, and black, his was red, green, and white.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the man in answer, but turned as a Trevenant and Sableye stepped over to him. "It's Remus we're taking about, Roman," he commented, but smiled as he gave his two Pokémon a pat. "Good job, guys. We got him distracted enough to get him."

"Trev-enant!"

"Sableye!" the two Pokémon beamed before Virgil returned them into their Pokéballs.

Roman shook his head, but turned to look at the two standing to his left. "You alright, Padre?"

"I-Is it over...?" the man dressed with mostly light pink and light blue asked. His round glasses shining slightly to the light from above, his hands clenching the grey cardigan around his neck. His strawberry blond hair rustling slightly to a gentle breeze, but the flower pin with a Key Stone inside keeping a part of his hair still with its weight. "Is it over, Logan?" he asked, shivering, but turning to the other man with glasses.

The man raised a hand to push up his black glasses. "Yes, Patton. It is over. There is nothing to be afraid of," he answered. His hair was dark brown, almost blending in with the darkening forest around them. He wore a navy jacket with a chest pocket to his left that had a dark pink highlight. His trousers were black and neat, but from the side one could see a pink Psychic Type key chain hang out from his belt. Around his neck was a small scarf, and with it moving in the gentle breeze, one could see the Key Chain placed on the skirt under.

"Well, it didn't go as planned, but at least it worked, Kind of?" Thomas spoke, giving out a chuckle as the others turned to him. The man stepped forward to place a hand on his Drampa, giving him a smile before returning him. "So..." he spoke afterwards, turning to glance at Logan, Patton, and Roman.

"The fire is put out," Logan stated with a small nod.

A snort came from Roman, and he leaned back into a tree, his arms crossed as he glared at his brother. "And gotten rid of. Again."

"But seriously, Remus," Virgil snarled, glaring at the man as well. "Did you really have to burn the tent again?!"

"This is like the fifth time this month," Thomas sighed, shaking his head at the man.

Before Remus got to respond in any way, Janus gave a sigh and turned to his Drapion. He gave him a nod, and Drapion returned one before dropping Remus to the ground.

"Ow," Remus said as he crashed to the ground. The others stepped to surround him, and he glanced up with a grin and amused chuckle.

Janus took a step forward, standing to glare down at him. "Don't make us use Toxic on you."

"That would be delightful~," Remus answered again.

Everyone around immediately groaned, while Virgil swung his arms into the air in defeat. "Oh, come on!"

A sigh left Logan as he pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. "Now we will need to buy yet another tent at the next town," he commented, giving the rest a brief glance.

"At least we have the money for it!" Patton stated with his usual optimism.

Roman gave out a scoff, standing up from the tree and dropping his arms. "Yeah. Who knows how broke we'd be if not..."

"You're brother is of no help with that," Janus grumbled, giving Roman a glance before focusing on Remus again. The man yelled out in protest, but stopped at Janus' fierce glare.

"Well then," Patton spoke out, breaking the growing silence around them. "I'll go and start on dinner now."

The others around turned to give the man a thankful nod, making him beam brightly before skipping back to where the remaining tents still stood, even after the fire. As Patton stepped away, the others turned back to the nuisance in their group, making said nuisance grin widely.

"I'll take care of him," Janus sighed, a hand to his forehead as he shook his head in exhaustion. The man grabbed the scuff of Remus' clothes, then gave his Drapion a nod before dragging the man after them. The others watched as Remus squealed in excitement, whilst being dragged on the ground by Janus, as they stepped further into the forest.

When the two were gone, the others turned back with yet another sigh.

"So, how do we divide the tents?" Roman asked, glancing between the three with him.

Thomas shrugged in response, but all turned to Logan. Said man saw the gesture, and was the one to answer. "We will most likely have to divide into our teams again."

"So Light Side, Dark Side, and Neutral?" Thomas stated, earning a confirming nod from the other.

"No way! I am not sleeping in the same tent as Remus again!" Virgil snarled, glaring at them. "I'll just sleep outside for the night."

The others gave the man a blank stare, raising their eyebrows, but before they got to speak, Patton beat them to it. "You are not, mister!" Patton called from behind the bushes, them barely able to see him glare over towards them. "Last time you did that, you got sick!"

"I agree with Padre," Roman said, narrowing his eyes slightly at Virgil. "You didn't tell any of us. It took until it got too bad that we actually noticed and had to force you to rest."

Thomas and Logan nodded to show their agreement, both not seeming pleased at the memory or at Virgil's statement.

"That was only that one time..." Virgil grumbled with a glare.

"Was it now?" Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow at him again. "Would you like me to remind you of all the other times you-."

The rest seemed to nod along with the man, only stopping as Virgil groaned out loudly. "Alright, fine!" he snarled out. "But I'm still not being in the same tent as Remus!"

He did receive looks of understanding, so Thomas placed a hand to his shoulder while giving a smile. "Hey, you know we can share a tent, Virge," he stated, giving him a wide smile as he stepped back again, knowing the man doesn't really like physical touch from other people. "You're a Neutral as well, remember, and I don't mind."

"Thanks," Virgil sighed in relief with a small nod. "Janus is the only one who can survive with that guy," he said, then shook his head. "We really need a fire proof tent for Remus... If that even exists..."

The rest immediately agreed with him, no doubt or argument present in them at all.

"Why did his ace have to be a Bug-Fire Type?" Thomas grumbled with a sigh as he turned to glance in the direction Janus had dragged Remus off to. He wasn't able to see or hear them, but he was sure they weren't too far away.

"Well, he did meet Sizzlipede when we were really young, and they grew close together," Roman explained, but a proud grin was on his face. A hand was then raised to his chest, the other up towards the air in a dramatic effect. "The bond grew so strong, even stronger than our Scyther back then! But not as much as my ace and I!"

Virgil gave a tiny hum, but not even bothering to turn to look at the dramatic man next to him. "Yeah. You did say your parents gave you each your own Scyther when you were little."

"That's right," Roman nodded in confirmation to the other.

"Quite fitting, isn't it?" Thomas said as he gave Roman a grin. "You being a Steel Type Trainer, and Remus a Bug Type Trainer. So it was perfect when you both evolved them."

"That was indeed quite the coincidence," Logan had to agree with a small nod at Roman. "There are eighteen Types for Pokémon, so being gifted the same Pokémon, who became exactly those two types, is quite low."

"It wasn't exactly Scizor that had me become a Steel Type Trainer. I did meet my ace before them too, you know," Roman informed, but did hum with a nod. "But, yeah. Destiny must love me!"

A snort left Virgil, making Roman's eyebrow twitch. "Dream on, Princey."

"Say, didn't we all become the Type of Trainer from our first Pokémon?" Thomas suddenly questioned, earning their attention.

"That is actually correct," Logan answered, coming to realize the fact was indeed true. "Those we see as our ace was our very first Pokémon, all being the Type we have expertise on."

"Hey! How about we all come to tell the fabulous tales of our first meetings with our best friends?" Roman suggested, a wide and excited grin crossing his face. His eyes glowing in excitement at getting to tell his tale, while also hearing the others stories.

Thomas immediately beamed at the suggestion, and he was immediately in. "Sounds great! Count me in!"

"It does sound intriguing," Logan said truthfully. He gave out a small hum, then gave them a nod.

But in contrast to the others, Virgil flinched at the suggestion. The others took notice of the movement, growing slightly concerned. "You okay, Virge?" Thomas asked, concerned for their friend.

"'m fine," Virgil answered immediately, but gave out a small sigh. "Just some unpleasant memories that I didn't really want to recall..."

"Did something happen that made such an impact on you?" Logan questioned, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if studying the other for any signs he needed to take note of.

A tiny hum came from Virgil, but he shook his head briefly. "Yeah, but I guess I'll tell later."

"Then it's decided!" Roman cheered out loudly in joy. If Virgil was in on the idea, then it meant everyone was in. Virgil was the pessimist, after all, so Roman knew all was in if he was able to get Virgil in.

The rustling of some bushes earned their attention, and they turned just in time to see Janus appear. "What is?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between them all.

Next to the man, Remus stepped out as well, but, surprisingly, rather down-looking. Whatever Janus told or did, it seemed to work on the other. The rest raised their eyebrows in wonder, but none dared to ask.

"Well..." Thomas began, choosing to ignore what they all thought of. "We were discussing, and concluded that we'll all take turns to tell the story of our aces. How we met them and became the Trainer we are today!"

"Really?!" they heard Patton squeal from the other side of them. The man was approaching them through the bushes as well. When seeing that he got their attention, he gave a sheepish chuckle, but his eyes glowing in excitement. "But first of, dinner's ready!"

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