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thepaperpanda · 11 months

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Fireworks || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: Dabi agreed to visit a festival with you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1748

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Dabi grumbled, reluctantly pulling the hood over his head as you insisted on dragging him to the festival. He found the whole idea utterly ridiculous, and there were plenty of other things he could be doing instead of wandering amidst a sea of vibrant stalls and overly cheerful crowds. But for some inexplicable reason, he found it difficult to say no to you. "Why do you want to go there again?" He muttered, squeezing your palm as you kept pulling him forward.

You couldn't contain your excitement as you walked alongside Dabi through the vibrant festival grounds. The air was alive with laughter, music, and the mouth-watering aroma of various foods. It was a sensory overload that filled you with joy.

"Isn't this festival amazing, Dabi?" You exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across your face. "I love how it brings people together and creates such a lively atmosphere! Thank you for joining me."

"You were whining for weeks. I had no other choice but to join you," Dabi rolled his eyes, tugging the hood further over his head. "This place is too damn bright and colorful, with all these annoyingly happy families everywhere. How much longer do you plan on staying here?"

Sensing that Dabi wasn't quite himself, you decided to pause and give him your full attention. You came to a gentle stop, turning to face him with a concerned expression on your face. "Hey, Dabi," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine care. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit off."

"Yeah. I am fine but I'm not a fan of crowded places like this," Dabi muttered, casting a gentle frown in your direction. "But if you're enjoying yourself, then I suppose it's worth it. Are you having fun here?"

"I love all these stalls," you continued, eyes darting from one display to another. "The handmade crafts, the vibrant clothes, and the intricate artwork — it's like stepping into a world of creativity. But if you're not feeling well here, we can get back home."

"I didn't let you drag me all the way here just to go back home now. Let's just dive and explore, I bet you also want to see the fireworks."

It was peculiar that he took an interest in it. Festivals were never his thing, yet when you mentioned this particular one, he found himself searching online to see what it had in store.

"Look at the food stalls!" You exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "The aroma of sizzling skewers, the colorful array of desserts, it's like a feast for the senses."

You motioned towards a nearby stall, where a skilled chef expertly flipped and seasoned a plate of sizzling takoyaki. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, making your mouth water.

"I can't resist trying everything," you admitted with a playful grin. "From traditional favorites to unique fusion dishes, there's something for everyone. It's a culinary adventure."

Dabi chuckled shortly, looking at your excitement. It was actually very cute to see you like this, maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea.

With a loud sigh, he tilted his head to the side. "Well, then. Pick something. My treat."

"Hey, Dabi," you said, a soft smile gracing your lips. "I think a little something sweet might help lift your spirits. How about trying this?" You pointed to a plate of freshly made taiyaki, warm and fragrant, filled with a rich custard cream. The golden-brown fish-shaped pastries beckoned with their inviting aroma, promising a delightful treat. You quickly laid and offered the pastry to him.

Sighing deeply, he nodded and accepted the pastry.

Indulging in sweets wouldn't alter the circumstances, but perhaps it would bring a momentary spark of joy to your day. "Thanks. I can see you really enjoy all this."

"Yes, Dabi. Thank you for joining me!"

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer against himself. "You know I want to make you happy, so don't thank me."

You nuzzled against Dabi, inhaling the scent of his intense cologne as it enveloped your senses. The aroma filled the air, mingling with the warmth of your proximity. Your nose pressed gently against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat resonating beneath your touch. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now c'mon, let's enjoy this whole thing before I change my mind, little one," he uttered, patting your head. "Let's go and see what else they have here."

As you strolled alongside Dabi through the bustling festival, your gaze scanned the surroundings until it settled on a familiar figure. Among the crowd, there was no one else but Hawks.

Dabi frowned, feeling how your hand slipped out of his. His displeasure grew as he realized you had left his side, but his disdain deepened further when his gaze fell upon Hawks.

Hawks perked up, feeling the gentle tap on the shoulder. He turned around and immediately smiled. "Little feather! How small the world is!"

"Keigo!" You got on your tippy-toes and offered him a hug. "Long time no see! How have you been doing?"

"Oh, ya know, busy! Flying here and there, keeping the number two hero title," he winked and tapped your nose. "Keep it down with the name, 'kay? I don't want people to spot me, since somehow I blended in."

"It would be easier if not the feathery backpack, heh," Dabi commented, walking up to you. "Don't you have better stuff to do?"

"And here is my favorite, crispy friend," Keigo smiled a little wryly. "I do but I also want to relax. I never took you for a guy that likes such colorful places. Kinda against your whole aesthetics," he teased, making Dabi groan.

"Forgive me, Hawks. I always forget about it!" You whispered quietly. You looked at Dabi above your shoulder. "Oh, he agreed to visit this place with me! I was whining for too long, probably."

Hawks' arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Oh, don't be silly, little feather. I bet you didn't whine, he is just grumpy. With me? I would take you here the moment you would have asked."

"But she ain't with you so keep your hands to yourself, chicken," Dabi muttered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to himself.

The hero only laughed. "Someone is getting jealous, as I can see."

"H-hey, Dabi!" You whispered, taken aback by his sudden reaction. "You know well, Hawks and I are friends for years!"

"So? I work with him, and you don't see me boasting about it," he snapped, his arms enveloping your shoulders in a tight embrace. Dabi pressed his head gently against yours, glaring at Hawks with fiery anger in his eyes.

"Aww! Grumpy and jealous," Hawks continued his teasing.

You reached out and ruffled Dabi's hair a little. "That's what made me fall for him."

"Look at you, Dabi," Hawks hummed, "So soft and gentle. So cute!”

"Yeah," Dabi groaned. "Hey! People! It's Hawks! He is here!"

"Huh! No, no... Keep quiet!” Hawks pleaded, but it was too late. As soon as people realized that it was indeed him, he got surrounded by fans excited to meet their favorite hero.

Dabi used this little commotion and pulled you away. Finally, he had you all to himself again. "That's better."

"You were truly jealous!" You smiled at him, instantly intertwining your fingers with his. "But that was not necessary, now he won't be able to enjoy the festival calmly."

"I don't fucking care if this bird brain will enjoy the festival or not," Dabi rolled his eyes. "He was hitting on you, and this annoyed the fuck out of me."

"Excuse me, he was what?" You tilted your head.

"Are you really that clueless, Y/N?" Dabi growled. "He was hitting on you. Flirting with you, and you are mine, only mine. I don't need that chicken around you."

"No, Dabi! Hawks would never flirt with me, I'm completely opposite of his type!"

"He doesn't have a type. He is attracted to pretty girls, and of course my girl is the prettiest of them all." He said, pulling you closer. "C'mon. We are leaving this place. Just don't give me the sad face, it will be worth it.'

"Oh, already?" You made a sad tone but squeezed his palm. "Sure, then, let's go. Lead the way, handsome!"

"You'll like it," he assured.

Dabi guided you along as you walked together, eventually leading you to a serene hilltop. Seating himself on the soft grass, he pulled you gently onto his lap, enveloping you in a warm embrace with his strong arms.

You put your head on his shoulder. "What are we doing here?"

"You'll see in a moment. Just be patient," he nodded, patting your head.

As you nestled closer to Dabi, a mesmerizing fireworks display began to illuminate the night sky. With each burst of vibrant colors and dazzling patterns, your eyes were captivated, fixated on the breathtaking spectacle unfolding before you. The crackling sounds filled the air, harmonizing with your racing heartbeat as you both stood there, enchanted by the magical display of light and wonder. Time seemed to stand still as you watched the fireworks dance and fade, creating beautiful memories etched in your mind forever. "Look! It's pink! Oh! There! Such a beautiful green!"

Dabi's chin rested on your shoulder, and he pointed at the fireworks. "I can see pretty purple and blue hues there. Those are actually pretty," he admitted, squeezing your waist.

You side-eyed him; he was the most handsome man you've ever came across in your life. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his cheek. "I love you."

"You are a lucky one," he nodded and suddenly pulled you into a short kiss. "Because I love you too," Dabi added shortly after pulling away.

"Dabi? Promise you will never leave me."

"Why would I leave the only good thing in my whole fucked up life?" Dabi nuzzled to your neck. "Leaving you would be a foolish mistake."

"Please... Don't say like that."

"I tell you how it is, little one. You are the only good thing in my whole life, and I am not letting you go."

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held him close, enjoying fireworks.

Dabi cuddled you close; it was all he needed. He didn't care if the fireworks were pretty - the fact you were happy and with him by your side was the most important.

#Dabi x reader #Dabi fluff #Dabi x you #Dabi x y/n #Dabi and Hawks #my hero academia fluff #MHA fluff #hawks x reader #Hawks x you #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #dabi

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snootlestheangel · 8 months

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Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AU

Side note before this post gets rolling, I love that my post with the highest notes starts with "I don't know who else" and I think that's very reflective of what Tumblr is like XD

Anyways

We're doing it! We are writing a Monster AU featuring Ghost as the only human despite what everyone else thinks! As far as I am concerned, mostly gonna post it here on Tumblr, since I don't really have much right now for it, mostly just little blurbs but if needed for readability, I'll put it on AO3 (under my profile FeelzMaster)

I'm gonna go ahead and give y'all the rundown of what species are featured, kinda what this world's like, the stuffs, ya know? TW: talks of death (just how they can die, relax)

Soap

To be 100% honest, I really wanted to do the whole werewolf!Soap thing cause it's just so perfect for him, but I thought back to a post I made about him being lightning and thought HUH WHAT IF?

So, partially inspired by @tactax-art and their depiction of Soap dealing with fire 'n shit, I have made Soap a unique type of "nymph". Technically, nymph isn't the right word, but neither is elemental, and the true name of these things is so old it's real translation has kinda lost meaning so they stick to describing themselves as "nymphs" or "elementals".

He is a Lightning Nymph, which is rare but that's apparently what happens when you cross an "atmospheric" air nymph (his mum) and a less traditional water nymph (his dad). He's often seeing consuming/messing with things that have electrical charge in order to keep up his own energy (Gaz once had to watch him literally lick an exposed outlet and maintain a straight face). Every time it storms, he's outside somewhere as high as he can get so he can soak up the natural static energy that comes with storms. He can and will shock people for the fun of it.

As for abilities, he's obviously highly conductive, can manipulate electrical energy but it's pretty exhausting so it's more of a life or death thing, he can glow in the dark if he wants to, and he's hyper aware of changes (due to ~energy~). His diet is batteries... Jk, but seriously he does not eat like a human would, he straight up eats things that will help with energy. Like I said earlier, he's licked an exposed outlet like it was an espresso shot. Downside is he can't see for shit in the dark so he's reliant on sensing energies, nightvision, or having one of his buddies that can see in the dark guide him. Can be killed if his brain stem is destroyed, but is also very weakened by the typical stuff (gunshots, stab wounds, severe bodily trauama, etc). but can be severely weakened by being trapped in insulated rooms/wrapped in insulators. If exposed to these things and not able to find a sustainable source of electrical energy, he will die. (rubber, steel, copper are some good insulators)

Gaz

I don't know why but I'm gonna make him a Siren. For some reason Siren!Gaz just melts my heart and I wanna hold him. I don't care if he can lure me to my death with his voice, I wanna hear him sing :'(

He's typically pretty human appearing, it's a natural instinct for Sirens, but when he's tired or distracted (like working out/doing paperwork), you can start to see some very fish-like qualities. Mostly very gorgeous iridescent scales around his ears, eyes, neck, shoulders, knees, top of his feet, and back of his hands.

Can breathe underwater, has the best vision in the dark, eats like a typical person but with more sea food cravings or cravings for fatty foods (like human), when in full Siren form he doesn't have a "mermaid's" tail, it's much more shark-like so he can accelerate really fast. Generally just more shark-like, except his scales are fish-like. His nose, like sharks, is super sensitive to certain changes, so booping his nose always throws him off if it's surprise, but he will also bump his nose into people/things without realizing it to get a better sense of it. Can be killed by things humans can, susceptible to parasites.

Price

Honestly, his has been the hardest but I'm gonna do changeling. I honestly don't know a lot about them, and quite frankly I've already got one homebrewed monster here, so why not another?

He's definitely the one everyone mistakes for being human cause he's so good at keeping up appearances. But there are always times where Price manipulates his appearance/body just enough that it's a little startling for those that believed him to be human to suddenly realize he's very much not.

He's got better eyesight in the dark than a human, but nowhere near close to what Gaz has. He's good at picking up on scents though, as his nose is a bit more attune to sniffing out humans than anything. He's not a bloodsucker, but changelings typically feed on weakened/ill/very old/very young humans, so he's able to tell when something is wrong with someone. Stifles the more violent urges of his species by eating a primarily meat heavy diet with a lot of raw veggies for the crunch. Most susceptible to things with iron or salt (obvi) but can still be fatally wounded by stab wounds/gunshots. Most other stuff won't kill him but it'll certainly hurt and he'll complain the entire time.

Alejandro and Rudy

These two are werewolves and Los Vaqueros is their pack :'). Most Vaqueros are also werewolves, but they do have a variety of other creatures commonly found in North America.

And finally, the whole point of this: we got our boy Ghost as a literal human being. Nothing more, just a dude. A dude with so much fucked up shit happening to him constantly it's just assumed he must be inhuman. NOPE! He's just a dude, a very very unlucky, and probably cursed, dude.

So yeah, that's what I have so far! Working title is "Cheers to the Unknown"

Taglist (if you want added let me know in the replies/reblogs): @tacticaltaxonomist @cthulhusstepmom

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bakugotrashpanda · 2 years

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Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 3: Always Second Place

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2730

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Bakugou finds out he’s engaged.

–Previously–

“Well if he’s fucking dating her, then I’m engaged to Dynamight,” you mutter to yourself.

–Earlier that day–

Bakugou pulls out his phone and checks the time again. She’s late. Of all the times he didn’t want her to be late, why did it have to be today. He shifts his weight on the balls of his feet – the need to constantly move and dispel some of his nervous energy is strong.

He checks the time again. Not even thirty seconds has passed from the last time. He runs his hands through his hair and exhales deeply. He needs to calm down. There’s no reason to get all worked up. He’s just going to officially ask her out. No biggie.

A bright bubbly voice calls out his name. “Bakugou!” He nearly gives himself whiplash turning to see her. Ochako waves and walks over to him, weaving between people on the sidewalk. The slight bounce in her step curls his lips into a smile.

She really is fucking adorable.

If Bakugou remembers correctly, and he almost always does, it’s her day off. She showed up in a soft-pink sweater and flowy blue skirt that swishes with every step she takes. Since he’s only on his lunch break, Bakugou changed into all black street clothes. It’d be easy to change back after.

“Hey, Cheeks,” Bakugou grins and takes her hand to pirouette her gently. The bottom of her skirt flares out before swishing against her legs again.

“Have you been waiting long?”

To ask you out? Yeah. Bakugou felt like he was finally at a place in his life where he could afford to have a relationship; he’d made it to the Top 8 heroes, was slotted to start his own agency in the near future, and was financially stable. He could go on dates and spend evenings in without it harming his career. And who else would he want by his side other than Ochako, his high school crush that he put on the back burner.

Bakugou holds the door open for her. “No, got here a couple minutes ago.” A lie. He got there a full ten minutes before he was supposed to.

The light around them dims and soft jazz can faintly be heard as they step into the swanky restaurant. Bakugou feels underdressed. He’s out of his element, but this is Ochako. She deserves the best.

“This place is so fancy,” Ochako murmurs as they’re shown to a private table.

Bakugou pulls out her chair and pushes her in. The tips of her ears turn a rosy pink to rival her cheeks. He relaxes in his own chair and looks at her – like really looks at her. The place has good food, good atmosphere, and it’s just him and her. Bakugou had his doubts before about being in a relationship, but now? This? He could do this.

“I thought you’d like it,” he grins.

Ochako tucks a loose strand of hair behind an ear and opens a menu. “Yeah, my boyfriend took me here once and I really liked it. They have good mochi.”

She might as well have poured her ice water on him. He doesn’t say anything for a second as he tries to curb the part of him that wants to shout WHAT BOYFRIEND?

“Boyfriend?” Bakugou clears his throat and grabs his own menu. He watches her like a hawk over the top. There’s no missing the way she freezes at this word or the way her cheeks bloom crimson. Her mouth imitates a fish out of water as she flounders for words. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

He works hard at keeping his voice casual. It’s an innocent question. There’s no need to hunt down a man she may or may not be seeing.

“I- I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Ochako stammers quickly, “Just forget I said that.”

“Hold up, Cheeks. You can’t say that and then drop the subject.” We’ve been friends for over a decade, why is this the first I’m hearing of her having a boyfriend? “Who is he?”

Ochako bites her bottom lip. His heart squeezes at the action. It’s not for him. She’s thinking of someone else. Ugly jealousy takes root in his heart and stabs outward.

“Well, nothing’s official yet. We’ve been waiting before we announce it to the public,” she scratches her cheek and laughs nervously. “Actually, tonight we’re-”

“You’re not answering the question.”

“Bakugou…” She reaches across the table and rests her hands on Bakugou’s forearm. Before, he would’ve relished the contact, but now the usually comforting warmth sears his skin. “We’ve been friends forever. And you’ve always looked out for me, but I don’t want you to get upset.”

“Me? Upset? It’s not like you’re dating-”

“It’s Izuku.” They both knew how he was going to end that sentence. Ochako just finished it for him.

Are you fucking shitting me? That goddamn loser is dating her?

“Deku.” He can’t even be bothered to keep irritation out of his voice.

“Izuku, yes.”

“How long have you been seeing each other?” How long have I been oblivious?

“A couple months now. We wanted to keep it quiet for as long as possible.” Ochako looks at him with pleading eyes. Is it pity? Hope that he’ll keep their secret? Whatever it is, it twists his stomach into a thousand knots.

Suddenly the quiet jazz is too loud. There’s too many odors of different dishes mixing together and overwhelming his senses. The lights are too bright. He needs out of there. He needs away from her.

“I have to go.” He rises abruptly and searches for the exit.

“Wait, where are you going?” Shit. What can he say? ‘I need to sulk that you got a boyfriend when I was finally ready to ask you out?’

His phone chimes in his pocket. Saved by the bell. “Lunch break’s over. Gotta get back to the agency.”

How could he have not known? The woman he’d been crazy over for years suddenly had a boyfriend and he hadn’t seen any change in her. Or maybe…

He thinks back to how she seemed to be smiling more. How a lovely blush would tint her cheeks sometimes before she snapped out of it. The dreamy sighs and accidentally floating herself into the ceiling while lost in thought. With all of that, how could he have not known? She might as well have had hearts for eyes, and he still hadn’t noticed.

Fuck everything. The text he got back at the restaurant was actually spam for some delivery place near his apartment. But she didn’t need to know that. He sends an email to his boss. Something about food poisoning. He wouldn’t be back for the day, and he’d pick up a night shift sometime to make up for it.

Right now he needed air. And maybe a jog. His phone vibrates in his pocket. Ochako. He’d definitely need a jog. But first, he has to ditch his phone.

Jogging back to his apartment as the sun sets, he decides to take the stairs. His legs burn from sprinting and taking the stairs two at a time, but it gives his mind something to focus on.

Outside his apartment he stops. Another night in his apartment. Alone. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he unlocks his front door and tosses his keys and shoes to the side. His phone vibrates on the counter. Probably Ochako wondering what the hell is up with him. He’ll need an excuse… but he can deal with it later, for now, a shower to wash away everything sounds divine.

Steamy water runs over his skin and carries his thoughts with it. Something he learned from his mentor. It’s not easy to shut off his mind, but ironically with enough focus, he can stop his mind from wandering and replaying memories he knows he won’t be forgetting any time soon.

When Bakugou finally does check his phone, he nearly chokes on his own spit.

[Sparky] >> Are you for real engaged?

Engaged? Him? Bakugou’s about to fire off a response telling Kaminari to fuck off and lose his number when another message pops up in his notifications.

[Kirishima] >> bro i didn’t know you were dating anyone??? But congrats on the engagement!

What in the fuck? Bringing up his notification center, he sees responses pile up for his social media accounts. An outpouring of congratulations for ‘the happy couple’, some fangirls lamenting him being off the market, and plenty of people commenting in a way that has his blood boiling.

Haven’t these assholes heard of minding their own business? His fingers pound away on the screen, a scathing message that’ll get him locked out of his accounts and send his PR team into a tizzy. Really it’s their fault; if his PR team hadn’t insisted that he have ‘an online presence’, then this would be a non-issue.

Centimeters from hitting send and informing everyone that he is most certainly not engaged to whoever the hell is claiming it, another text pops up.

[Deku] >> congratulations on your engagement

Oh hell no.

Fuck him.

Bakugou’s heart hammers into overdrive. This asshole has been secretly dating the woman he’s been pining for for years – and he probably knew about Bakugou’s feelings. And now he not only gets the girl, but also gets to laugh in his face about it? Kick him while he’s down?

Three bubbles pop up. The shithead’s still typing. What more could he have to say? Bakugou opens the Edit Contact section of his phone and types quickly before saving it.

[Asshole Deku] >> tbh i didn’t know you felt that way about her >> i didn’t know you and Verity knew each other

Verity… he knows that name…

Verity…

Right. Pro-Hero Verity. Quirk: Revelations. An underground hero known for getting answers. Didn’t attend UA. Commonly on loan to different agencies and assigned to high tier cases.

Fuck. He sounds like Deku rattling off your information like that. Speaking of Deku… last he heard, you were dating the dumbass on the downlow. Something hush-hush that the bastard let slip a couple times while on joint missions. If he recalls correctly, Deku seemed… fine with you. He wasn’t head over heels, but he wasn’t fucking miserable either.

Searching your hero name, he finds your verified Pro-Hero account and a slew of posts and pictures you’re tagged in. Funny that someone so ‘underground’ has official accounts. Probably something your agent made you do.

The vein in his temple throbs the more he sees. It looks like you started spouting nonsense half an hour ago, and the more he reads, the worse your spelling gets. Indeed, you claim to be engaged to Bakugou, but one thing is glaringly obvious: you’re fucking drunk.

The most recent picture shows you surrounded by empty shot glasses and beer bottles. Keen eyes scan the background of every single photo you’re tagged in, taking in the pictures on the wall, the faded scratches and a faded handprint on the wood of the bar. Goddamn it he knows exactly where you are.

Bakugou sighs and rubs his forehead. He can’t in good conscience leave you there, and he definitely can’t leave you alone to keep running your mouth. But fuck, why’d you have to make this a headache for him?

Picking up his shoes, he laces them tightly before throwing a black jacket on over his tank top. His phone vibrates again and he remembers he was mid conversation. The green haired asshole’s message taunts him. Fuck him. Why not have some fun?

[Bakugou] << can’t believe you let her go

Standing in front of the bar, he exhales deeply. Bakugou hasn’t been here in years. None of the times he went were his idea, but his former classmates wanted to hang out and no matter how much he protested, Bakugou always found himself being drug along.

Cheers meet his ears before he can even push it open. Bakugou can feel his hands sweat – can they see him already? Do they think he’s engaged? This was a mistake. He should’ve just stayed at home and sulked.

But you. You’re the reason he’s here. You were dating fucking Deku. You were supposedly what made him happy. Except apparently you’re not now. And you’re dragging his name through the mud.

He opens the door. There’s no earth-shattering quietness at his arrival. No shouts of his name and congratulations. No one even looks at him. Heads are pushed together at everyone’s respective tables and it reminds him of when he was brought here years before. Everyone is having a good time and a good laugh, but not at his or your expense.

He walks up to the bar with forced nonchalance. You’re slumped over, finger circling the rim of an empty shot glass. You look fucking miserable.

Bakugou places a hand on your shoulder and leans in so his mouth is a whisper away from your ear. “Hi, sweetie,” he says through gritted teeth, “Let’s get you home.”

“Dynamight!” you giggle and slide off your barstool. Your footing isn’t solid though and the first step you take nearly sends you to the floor. Bakugou’s quick on his feet and turns the fall into him sweeping you off your feet and holding you bridal style. Another giggle bubbles up from you. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against his shoulder.

Turning to the bartender, he eyes the mess you left. He needs you out of there and somewhere more private before you start spouting off more lies. Somehow he finagles a business card out of his pocket while holding you and tosses it on the counter. “If she didn’t leave a card on file then send a bill to me. I’ll take care of it.” And you would reimburse him tenfold.

Without waiting for a reply, he walks out of there and into the cool night. You curl into him as if you’re cold. Based on the mess you left, there should be enough in your system to keep Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari warm on the frostiest winter night.

He manages to hail a cab – no easy feat given that he’s carrying you, but the alternative of walking home essentially carrying a body wouldn’t be any better.

It takes what feels like ages to get you up to his apartment. First you fought him getting out of the cab, sleepily claiming that you could do it on your own. Then he had to keep you in one place in the lobby as you started to wake up and get your second wind as well as the need to explore. And to top it off, you lost all that energy as soon as the elevator started moving so he had to pick you up a second time and unlock his apartment.

For a split second, he contemplates dropping you onto his bed and calling it a night, but a nagging voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like Kirishima says that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. So he lowers you onto the covers and pulls the free end over you. You burrow into the black comforter and sigh. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but Bakugou swears he can see glistening drops lining your lashes.

What the fuck is he going to do? Will you even remember this in the morning? He doubts he’ll get any sleep tonight after everything that happened.

Leaning down, he adjusts the covers one last time so your face isn’t covered in case everything you ate and drank decides to make a reappearance. Just as he’s about to leave, your hand reaches up and cups his cheek. Your skin is warm against his. Too warm.

Your eyes open slightly and stare up at him, a small confused frown puckering your lips.

“Ka’suki,” you slur quietly. Your lip quivers, and for a moment panic floods Bakugou that you’re going to hurl all over him. A single tear slides silently down your cheek. “I fucked up.”

Truth: Every time Bakugou replays the moment Ochako says she’s dating Deku, it feels like a slap to the face.

Truth: You’re a complete pain in the ass.

Lie: It doesn’t bother him that Deku is ahead of him. Again.

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zack-agere · 6 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ☁︎ Koi clouds across the sky ₊˚ 𓆝𓂃・₊ ⊹

pairing : gn ! caregiver x regressed gn ! reader

summary : reader and their caregiver go to a koi pond and eat sandwhiches

word count : < 570 · short

warnings : none, fluff

a / n : second fic ever, this is for practice, apparently people liked the first one so here I am again

Their colours glimmered in the sunlight.

Water so clear that you could see every small detail crafted by nature, innately gliding through it as if they had every movement memorised. Their citrus orange and yellow hues shined like the sun when setting.

Even though you heard a faint voice call to you from behind, all you could focus on was the divine image of the koi infront of you. As the wind drifted across your bare arms, your mind had finally decided to give something else your attention.

"Looking at the koi?"

You turned you head to your carer, who was slowly descending the small hill down to the pond, picnic basket in hand.

"Mhm," you replied quickly, your eyes beginning to wander once again.

"Aren't they beautiful?" they quietly said, bending down to get a closer look at the fish.

You both stood there at the border of the water, with an old but short tree nearby, admiring the creatures below the shadows of it's leaves.

As you equally enjoyed their presence, many minutes passed before they stood up again.

"Let's eat, alright?" they partially asked and moreso requested. "I'm sure you're hungry. One fruit before we came isn't going to keep you full, and you can still watch them as we eat."

While you wanted to refuse and continue standing at the pond's edge, the rumbles of your stomach clearly had decided what you would be doing instead.

"Ok, but we have to stay close, I don't want to go far!" you requested.

"Don't worry, we'll stay right here," they said while sitting down onto the grass adjacent to the water, and then gently patting it.

Going along with what they wanted, you sat down next to them. As they rummaged through the basket, you took in the crisp air. It wasn't everyday that things just seemed to go perfectly.

"Here's my sandwich and... ah! Here is yours!" your carer proclaimed as they passed your delicious food over onto your lap.

Taking a bite, you could feel the crust touching the roof of your mouth, and the soft innards of the bread melting as you swallowed it.

Continuing your chewing, you presumed your watching of the koi. Time seemingly slipped away as your mind drifted out back into the pond. The fish would periodically stop swimming to just sit in place, almost in sync with your eating.

When your eyes glanced over to your caregiver, you noticed both of you had finished your meals.

"Can we eat the cookies now?" you asked gently as to not disturb the calm atmosphere.

"Sure," they replied, with an equal amount of soothingness.

Unlike last time they had searched through it, they immediately found the paper bag in the basket.

"Here," they said, placing it in your hand.

You looked at its light golden brown surface, the endulgant chuncks of chocolate, and you slowly took bite after bite.

Savouring the joyful yellow of the sky, you rest your head on the grass, looking towards the clouds above.

The pointed, envy blades had a sweet but sharp scent, a contrast to the softness you could sense in the clouds. The sky was relaxed, and the sun was resting over you. Your caregiver laid next to you, their hands behind their head.

A cloud in the shape of a koi fish swam across the sky.

This day was incomparable.

#agere fanfic #agere fic #agere fanfiction #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #agere #sfw agere #age regressor #age regression #sfw age regression #sfw caregiver #age regression caregiver #agere caregiver #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral y/n

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wardenswateringhole · 1 year

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heyo! i saw that requests were open so i figured i'd shoot my shot, so to speak. if it's alright with you, i'd like to request a sequel to that piece you wrote about Clavell's assistant, with said assistant making their attraction to Clavell clear

[Ask and you shall receive]

The Director's Assistant - Part 2

The cafe was far too crowded for Clavell's liking. If he was just coming here for his usual, it would not have bothered him. Today was special, however. He was with you. A quieter atmosphere would have been more ideal to spend what little free time you had together.

A flash of inspiration hit him. He gave you a smile as your food was gathered and he led you outside. The air was nice and the view was beautiful. You both sat down at a table and unpacked your meal. Inquiries of what you had both ordered and suggestions on future orders turned to deep conversations on shared interests and thoughts. He was surprised to learn how much you enjoyed pokemon science, a field he had worked in once upon a time. Theories and discussions engrossed you both, to the point that neither of you noticed the sky growing dark.

The first few drops came rapidly. Enough to catch your attention just before the bottom fell out. The umbrella over your table did little to keep you both dry. Food was gathered and you both ran for cover under an awning of a nearby shop. Clavell sighed and pulled off his glasses. They were too covered in rain drops to even see through. The more he rubbed them on his shirt, the more smudged they became. It was a losing battle.

His eyesight was clear enough to see your shivering form beside him. Though you tried to cover yourself with your arms hugged around you tightly, the rain had caused your shirt to cling to your form. Very little was left to the imagination. Clavell swallowed hard and shed his coat quickly. The thick garment was offered to you. “Please take it. It's dry on the inside.”

You shook your head. “I'm fine! Really!”

“No.” He said, his gaze averted as far as he could possibly muster. “I mean-- You should. You're a bit... cold.”

It took you a few moments to realize what he meant. You took the coat without argument and draped it over your shoulders. His eyes slowly drifted back only to find you taking a deep whiff his jacket. A blush erupted over your cheeks are your eyes met his. It was your turn to look away awkwardly. “Thank you.” Slipped softly from your lips.

Silence hung heavy between you. Clavell frowned as water dripped from his snowy strands and drizzled down his face. He had such high hopes. His parade was quite literally just rained on. He began to work at his glasses once more. Even if it didn't accomplish anything, at least it distracted him from the disappointment he felt at the ruined pseudo-date.

“Let me help.” Your voice rang out among the sound of water hitting the ground. You looked at him with a napkin you had fished from your bag of food. “Let me see if I can do anything.”

The glasses were offered to you wordlessly. Clavell watched you with mild fascination with how meticulously you rubbed and inspected the lenses. The way you squeezed one of your eyes shut as you looked through a lens was incredibly adorable. After a few moments, the glasses were returned to him. They were immaculate. Clavell wondered if they had ever been that clean.

Before he could put them on fully, your soft touch was on his cheek. He stood still as a sudowoodo as you wiped away the water from his face and bangs with another napkin. You recoiled shyly when the task was done. “It would have been defeating the purpose if you had put those on and got them wet again.” You told him.

Clavell cleared his throat. “You are correct. Th-thank you.” He slipped the glasses back onto his face. He could clearly see the blush blazing on your cheeks now. You seemed to pull his jacket even closer to yourself.

“I...” His attention was immediately snapped to you. “I'd like to do this again sometime...” You spoke softly. His ears reached desperately for every word. “...With you.”

Clavell couldn't believe his ears. He looked down at his feet. “Are... you sure?” He hated how bashful he suddenly felt. He wasn't a stammering teenager, for Arceus's sake. “I don't imagine someone as old as myself could be considered entertaining company.”

A tender grip around his hand nearly put him in the grave then and there. His eyes looked at you from the side. His cheeks grew crimson and chest grew giddy as he saw you smile.

“I am.” You looked at him from the side as well, your eyes sparkling. “You are perfect company.”

#Wardenwrites #Clavell #Director Clavell #Clavell x Reader #Pokemon Scarlet #Pokemon Violet #Scarvio #I love how a writing exercise to control my word count was so well received #I failed miserably btw #Thank you so much

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jaynahh · 2 years

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Hiii, can you like part 2 of this where his little sibling have mirage. LIKE THEIR MIRAGE IS ABOUT HAVING A FEAR OD LOSING THEIR BROTHER . It's okay if you don't want to write this! Lyy <3

Kazuha with a Little Sibling!Reader

Hi, I tried my best. Sorry it's late.

Strictly platonic.

Fischl's mirage made you feel sad. When your group went back to the camp, you felt even more motivated to treat Fischl like the princess she is. The Prinzessin thinks that's sweet of you.

Kazuha asked if you wanted to stargaze with him. You accepted his request by laying your head down on his arm which was stretched out for you on the sand. Both of you stared up at the stars until you eventually fell asleep.

Paimon woke everyone up the next morning. You had a nice warm breakfast while chatting with the other adventures.

After breakfast, Mona caught everyone's attention.

"My scryglass has cleared up a bit last night. I can sense another mirage, in that direction." Mona pointed across the body of water towards another island in the distance. She turned back to you. "I have a feeling it's yours, Y/n." Everyone took a look at you, to see how you felt about your mirage opening.

Well, you had no clue how you felt. Barely knowing how the mirages work, you had no idea what yours would be about. You could only guess that it was about your favorite hobby.

Kazuha sensed your confusion and curiosity and decided to wrap his hand in yours. "We don't have to go, if you want," He offered. You shook your head, wanting to know what the world created based on your life. "When are we going?" You asked, excited to see what was in store.

When you and the group stepped out of the boat, you were infront of your island. It was very... Dark. The trees had some black leaves mixed with the green and orange ones, and the branches were falling off. Small rocks were crumbling off of the steep cliff. It made you feel disappointed, yet even more confused.

In fact, everyone felt confused. You were such a sweet person, how could this be your island? Was Mona's little prediction wrong? But it couldn't be Mona's mirage, this creepy island didn't seem to be about astrology.

You didn't want to say this was your island. But, you found proof that it was. There sat a small table and two chairs surrounding it. Your favorite food with tea beside it infront of one chair, slow-cooked fish with another cup of tea infront of the other chair.

It brought back memories, of when you were younger. Leaving the group, you ran up towards the table.

"Big brother," You called out, looking back. When everyone surrounded the table, Kazuha spoke up. "It looks like our favorite food, Y/n." He smiled at you from across the table.

"If we all take a bite or sip, will we enter the mirage?" You barely heard Xinyan ask. You already snatched the plate of your favorite food, still feeling hungry even though you just ate breakfast. "W-Wait, Y/n!" Paimon's squeaky voice rung through your head as you took a tiny bite, only wanted the delicious flavour in your mouth—

You passed out for what felt like a few seconds. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a forest. Realizing you were laying down, you sat up, crossing your legs.

The next thing you realized, was that you were completely alone. You would've been freaking out, if it weren't for Kazuha appearing out of nowhere, laying next to your sitting form.

Kazuha sat up aswell, and took a look around the forest surrounding you two. "Hmm... Isn't this such a beautiful sight. The sun's shining, creating such a comfortable atmosphere." He turned his head towards you, carefully plucking a small leaf away from your hair. "Very different from what we previously witnessed."

You nodded slightly before standing up, Kazuha following your movements. "The last mirages did not have any sunlight shining towards ground like this," He said while tilting his head sideways at you. Kazuha was smiling, probably trying to make you not notice that the rest of your traveling group wasn't there. He did not want you to panic over their absence. You and Kazuha's conversation was interupted by a little voice that you sort of recognized.

"Big brother!" You both looked towards the figure running up to another one that magically appeared laying down near a tree. They looked like ghosts, maybe holograms of little versions of you and Kazuha. Little you seemed to be crying.

"Big brother, I found you," The hologram's voice wavered while kneeling down to little Kazuha. "It seems to be a fake memory with us included..." He whispered to you. You looked towards the little Kazuha hologram, seeming to not react to the other's tear-filled words.

"Big brother... You're not moving..?" Little you sniffed, putting a hand on Kazuha's hologram arm. You walked closer to the two, with real Kazuha following. They didn't react to you. Maybe it was just a fake memory.

"Boo!" "Ah!" Little Kazuha scared little you by suddenly lifting his arms towards you and bending his fingers like claws. "Big brother... You scared me!" Little Kazuha sat up on his knees. "I know, I'm sorry Y/n." He snatched your little form in his arms and gently hugged you. You notice the hologram used your nickname, which present-time Kazuha still calls you to this day.

Little Kazuha looked to be a teenager, while you seemed to be a toddler.

When you looked back at your big brother, you noticed that he was smiling fondly. You couldn't help but think, this kind of childhood would've been way better than what Kazuha went through.

The holograms did not disappear yet. You realized this when your little figure spoke up once again. "Big brother, dinner's ready. Mama made you fish!" Little Kazuha backed up to look at you. "Oh, that sounds nice. C'mon, let's go," He stood up and offered your hologram a hand.

"Can we follow them?" You tugged Kazuha's sleeve. He nodded, and offered you a hand like how the hologram did.

The ghosts walked and occasionally ran through a pathway of grass surrounded by colorful trees and flowers. One time, little Kazuha plucked your favorite flower from the ground and handed it to your ghost form.

You eventually reached a wooden house that was built in the heart of the forest. It looked very welcoming to you.

The scent of cooked fish was flowing through the air. It made you feel hungry.

You went into the cabin after the ghosts with Kazuha leading you. There was a dining table in the middle of the room, and next to it was a little kitchen with... Some woman you don't recognize this time. Noticing Kazuha completely froze up, you lifted your head to check up on how he was doing.

He wasn't smiling... He didn't even react to your grip on his hand tighten. You didn't want to bother Kazuha, so you gave him some patience and instead looked back at the ghosts, shifting your feet uncomfortably.

Kazuha's ghost pulled back a chair for your ghost to sit down. That's when the mysterious lady turned around. You got a good look at her face before she smiled at the two other ghosts. "Hmhm, Kazuha's such a gentleman for his younger sibling as always..." She circled around the kitched with a couple plates of food to place on the dining table.

Kazuha's hand squeazed yours, a bit harder than usual. It made you worry, who was this lady? Why does Kazuha seem shocked?

"Mama!" Your hologram shouted happily. Oh, was this... Your mother? The one you don't remember..? "Ooh, you found another flower? Here, I can put it in the vase," The ghost lady offered, and went over to a vase filled with your favorite flowers.

Kazuha snapped out of his trance and immediately loosened his grip around your hand. "Big brother, what happened?" Your voice was barely above a whisper. He looked down at you and smiled. "Nothing happened, I'm sorry if I worried you." Kazuha's smile didn't seem to reach his eyes, like how it always did around you. It made you frown. The woman turned around to sit at the table.

The lady... Saw you.

She didn't look like a ghost, or a hologram.

"Y/n... Kazuha..?"

You blinked. But when you opened your eyes, you were in a completely different place.

Maybe not completely. You were in the forest, where you first woke up in your mirage.

But this... Was different. The tree branches were cracking and falling off, the flowers were aging fast and turned to dust, the bushes were burning down, dull ash quickly spread across the grass, the sky was gray.

It was like when you first stepped foot on your island.

The beautiful forest you were welcomed in just a couple minutes earlier did not feel welcoming at all. This place was foreign to you, making you feel uncomfortable.

You felt dizzy, spinning around, looking. For what? At what? You couldn't see anything.

You couldn't see your big brother.

—

"Y/n... Kazuha..?"

Wh—huh—where did your hand go? Kazuha looked down. Where did you go? He looked back up to realize that the holograms of you and him were gone. It was just his mother left.

With Kazuha's quick thinking, he came to the conclusion that for one, you are now lost in your mirage and two, that this mirage doesn't need the ghosts to know that there are two copies of you, so that's why the holograms just went poof.

"Kazuha... You're back." Kazuha was immoble in his mother's grasp. She was on the verge of tears, wrapping her arms around Kazuha's shoulders. He was hesitant to return the hug.

This felt wrong. His mother's presence felt unsettling. No— What kind of son would he be if he thought like that about his own mother? Kazuha softly held her around the waist.

She didn't feel real. In a bad way. The world was warning him. The winds were banging on the front door, begging to be let in, begging to let the wanderer know— That this was not his mother. And Kazuha knew. But what is going on with him? Why isn't he able to let go?

"You're not from this world..." She whispered. It surprised Kazuha. Since when has ghosts in mirages became self aware? His mother broke away from the hug. A part of him wanted to stay with his mother, while the other part desired to run away and make sure that you're safe.

"Go find your sibling. Take care of them." Kazuha stared. He felt as if his mother craved to say more, but refused.

Accepting the fact that this was the last time he would ever see his mother again, Kazuha closed the front door behind him without looking back.

Kazuha blacked out and doesn't remember anything that happened after he saw you from afar, passed out face first on the ground, unmoving.

The wind quickly engulfed him, welcoming him, showing him the way. Even though everywhere he looked, death was the only word to explain what he saw.

When you woke up, you realized you were laying down on the bottom of a beautiful mountain. Trees, flowers, fluffy grass, thick bushes were placed everywhere.

It seems that the traveling group was with you, too.

"Y-Y/n!" The astrologist whisper yelled. "Has the precious child awoken?" The princess casually walked up to you two. "Hey Y/n! How are ya keeping up?" The musician waved. "We thought we lost you." The traveler put a hand over their chest.

You managed to let out a small, "I'm okay..." and sat up. Processing and taking in everything that just happened, your eyes searched for your brother. Where did he go? Was he lost?

"We couldn't get in the mirage... You and Kazuha were the only ones to disappear." You looked at Mona. Does that mean you're out of your mirage? It's over? That whole story of a mirage, what was it trying to tell?

"This island has changed since you were gone." Fischl stood beside where you were sitting. "If you are wondering, the wanderer is over there waiting for you." She pointed on top of a short but steep mountain. You weren't sure if you could climb it. After nodding and thanking the Prinzessin, you stood up and walked towards the mountain.

Kazuha sensed your presence. He had one arm resting on his leg when he looked down at you. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes brightened a bit when his eyes landed on you. You stared up at Kazuha, wondering how you would climb such a steep mountain.

Your questions were answered when a strong gust of wind easily lifts you up, making you fly. It sat you next to your big brother.

"Are you feeling well?" Kazuha gently held your hand, facing you. Obviously, Kazuha knew before your mirage that he would be worried. But he didn't know things would end like that. He remembers the traumatizing change in the forest... He doesn't ever want to worry that much ever again.

"Mhm." You nodded, lightly squeazing his hand. Kazuha knows you're worried if he'll disappear out of your grasp again. To be honest, he's worried that you'll disappear again.

You crossed your legs while your free hand held your ankles. "What happened in the mirage..?" You asked, looking down at the flower infront of you two. Kazuha also looked down. "Nothing much. When you disappeared, I went out to look for you."

Your mouth opened. You wanted to ask about the holograms, about the lady. But your voice hesitated. It felt like Kazuha did not want to tell you, so you closed your mouth. Maybe it was better if you didn't know, anyway.

Another question went through your head, and you were sure this one was okay to ask. "What was my mirage about..? It was so quick and confusing," You asked casually, looking at the rest of your group in the distance.

"...I thought about it when you were unconscious, and I have come to a conclusion," Kazuha started. He stared at both of your hands that were connected.

"You disappearing implied that you were denied in some way..." Kazuha crosses his legs and you turned to look at him. "I think it's because I refuse to tell you anything about our past, so the mirage kicked you out." Like how I do, Kazuha thought, feeling guilty.

Your big brother plucked the flower and carefully placed it behind your ear. Both of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Kazuha sighed through a smile. "I'm sorry Y/n. I promise I'll tell you all about it after our vacation is over."

Kazuha took you in his arms, softly hugging you. You had no words. How were you going to tell your big brother... You already know?

"Kazuha, Y/n! Xinyan made us dinner!" You and Kazuha pulled away from the hug to look at Paimon floating up the mountain. "You two better hurry, because Paimon's reallyyy hungry!"

"We'll be there in a minute," Kazuha chuckled. Paimon immediately flew away, leaving you two alone once again.

He quickly kissed your cheek. "Let's go, I think they cooked fish."

#resisting the urge to say ur mom in that one paragraph #sorry it's late #i had no ideas #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin platonic #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin comfort #kazuha x you #kazuha fluff #kazuha x reader #kazuha comfort #kazuha angst

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C109: Mission accomplished?

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

And so the novel comes to an end...or does it?

XY: Otherwise, I'll, I'll…

XY: I'll regret letting you go!

(Merman kisses Xiao Yu)

—

WY: …….

WY: This atmosphere's not bad, it should be time for the ending.

X: ?

X: Wang Yi thinks Miss Xiao will leave with the merman to the sea tonight?

WY: Mhm. After all, the female lead's parents passed away early in the story, and she doesn't have any close friends.

WY: The merman is the only one in the world who wholly loves her.

WY: She has no other choice.

X: …….

X: Is Wang Yi the same?

WY: What?

X: Well, if Wang Yi was that woman. Would you also choose to join the merman in the completely unfamiliar, foreign "sea?"

WY: …..?

WY: That's too generalized.

WY: I have people I care about.

(Pic of WY and his parents)

WY: As well as friends* who're willing to go through time and space to save me.

(TLer's note: Unsure if he means friend or friends here. We do see Xiao Lu's cameo in the other worlds, but it's unclear whether it's really him or just lookalikes)

WY: So I won't abandon them for someone else.

WY: ……

WY: But if I really run into a similar situation.

WY: I'd probably do my best to let everyone stay?

X: ……

X: But humans are too weak…

X: It's very rare to have a chance that makes both sides right. If you had to—

X: UGH!

???: Sorry… sorry…

???: It's my fault…for being too weak.

???: How can I make you stay.

???: Tell me.

???: Tell me already—!

X: Arggghh!

WY: !

WY: What is it?! Is your body going out of control like last time again?

X: I can…only do this.

Xiao Yu: Eh?

XY: You're saying…there's a way to turn me into a mermaid?

Merman: *nods*

XY: Then I'll do it!

XY: What do I have to do?

Merman: *shakes head*

Merman: (Isn't Xiao Yu going to ask about the negatives of turning into a mermaid? You'll lose everything you have now.)

XY: That's okay.

XY: If I can stay by mister's side after becoming a mermaid, there's nothing to hesitate over.

Merman: (Even if you never sleep on a soft bed again, or eat delicious land foods?)

XY: Urk…not even a teeny bit?

Merman: *chuckle* (Well, not entirely.) *so cute*

Merman: (Although your legs will turn into a fish tail after signing a symbiosis contract)

Merman: (Since Xiao Yu is sharing my lifespan as the merman's lover)

Merman: (You can occasionally change back into human form and sneak back on land.)

[Note: A mermaid's lifespan is very long.]

Merman: (However…)

Merman: (When you walk, it'll be just like the tale of The Little Mermaid, with each step filled with pain. Like needles piercing through flesh.)

XY: Could it be…

XY: All this time, Mr. Merman was keeping me company while enduring so much pain?

Merman: ! *feet tingling with pain*

Merman: (Hm, it's fine. I'm used to it already.)

XY: Idiot!

XY: Why are you so foolish!

Merman: (.........)

XY: Hurry and change back in the water, then tell me how to sign the contract!

Merman: (Once the contract is formed, there'll be no chance to change your mind.)

XY: I won't change my mind.

XY: Nor will I regret it.

XY: Because I, from the bottom of the my heart—-

SPLASH!

XY: —love Mr. Merman!

Merman: …haha.

Merman: I like you too, Xiao Yu.

XY: You…you spoke?

XY: I thought you couldn't manage human speech?

Merman: I can speak.

Merman: But a mermaid's voice has the power to confuse human hearts, so I was afraid of hurting Xiao Yu when I spoke.

[Note: The so-called sirens were said to lure sailors with their songs.]

Merman: But it's fine now.

Merman: Let's sign the contract—immediately.

XY: Yea!

*SHINNNNNG*

WY: ?

WY: (What a bright light. Is this the contract mentioned at the end of the story?)

WY: X, wake up!

WY: The mission's about to finish, I'll go take a look.

WY: (I have to make sure before I can stay in this world without worries.)

*eyes open*

X: Wang…Yi…?

WY: ?

WY: There's something a little off about you?

X: Mhm.

X: The world's knowledge*—

X: —has been successfully deciphered.

*referring to that bit of extra memory X got back from his ??? self that needed him to understand the language before he could make sense of the memories and etc.

—

Author's Note: The truth of the main storyline lies ahead. The plot's a teeny bit cruel, so I'm warning you in advance. *kowtows on ground*

#i have to be a great villain #villain 109 #manhua translations

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usstatesguide · 10 months

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dishtothedeath · 1 year

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Fish Out of Water || Liêm || Trial 1.1

All forms of light struggle to breach depths such as these. How far he's sunk into lifeless eyes. He's been cast away, in a fog, submerged, ever since they vacated the corpses and plodded their way here, to the trial room. facing each other -

breathing, blinking, alive. Like you have any right to be. Mm. Liêm has a hard time justifying the air in his lungs. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Aren't you supposed to be drowning? Drowning in this? Drowning in the blood pooling under their poor corpses?

You're not supposed to look at a body from a distance. Have some respect. You need to get in close. Check the wrist for a pulse. Breathe it in, if you can. You know what this is. This scent. This atmosphere. This decay.

This is only the beginning. There's no shore in sight, yet you're already all washed up. Lifeless eyes demand an answer you're floundering to give, hey, hey, why? Why? Why did you let this happen?

For Liêm, everything has been muffled, warbled, and he can't help but feel everything's coming at him as though from underwater. Sound is a wave, and it's traveling too fast for him to pick up on as he thumbs absently at the pulse point at his wrist, feeling more than hearing that traitorous heart. Like it deserved to beat at all.

Everything's muffled. Warbled. In one ear and out the other, and there's only one thing that's coming through loud and clear.

He hears a voice from far away, from the fugue, from the fog, comforting in its familiarity, but so disconcerting because he knows it shouldn't be there, and it's chiding, and it's scolding, and then. Then, it's screaming.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

HEY!

You know what this is. Face it. Don't look away. Don't rock the boat. Don't you dare rock the boat while the bodies slip under. Forget them, both of them, while you break the surface. While you breathe this rotten air and thirst for an answer. Don't make waves if they're just going to pull you under, unless you wish to join all their bones at the bottom after all. Wait and pray for rescue, if you can't swim for shore.

Do what you do best. You're an angler. Cast your line.

And wait.

And wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait -

When will enough be enough?

He takes a deep breath, and brings his head above water with a hesitant smile, something twisted just shy from a pained grimace. Ah, he's missed quite a bit...People are already calling out names. Asking for explanations. Ah. Ah, he's out of his element. He wants to go fishing. He wants to fall asleep. He wishes his brother were here. He'd always been the smarter of the two.

"Urgh.."

At first, he's not too sure how to breach the conversation, and he's left sheepishly scratching at his cheek, eyes drifting towards the ceiling like it might hold some answer. "Um. I'm not too sure on...On anything that's been going on, or that's been said. I just. I'm not so good at stuff like these. I don't got any answers or many theories...And I can't keep up too well, so...I'm sorry if I." He swallows nervously, tugging the collar of his pajamas. "'M sorry if I derail anything here..." He is not the brightest anglerfish in the sea, y'all...

"I just. Wanna go to bed and...Wake up to see everyone all okay again..."

Ah, but that's not a possibility, huh? Huh...His expression falls, crumpling into one of despondent anguish. Ah, but he can't cry. Such a waste of water. You don't want to get dehydrated...That's dangerous...

"Erm...Uh. But...This has been on my mind....The. The finger food, yeah? The snacks? Mm...Why're they there? And why are they important? Was...Someone preparing something? If this was, like...A trap, was that maybe the bait? You know, perhaps as...?" Awkwardly, he pantomimes baiting a hook. "That? Or...Was it something different?"

Leave it to the fisherman, I guess, to automatically default to such an analogy.

#submission #ch1 #trial #liem

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Three Twilights

Can be considered a loose sequel to Deep Sea Diver (same vibes).

Warnings: Soft body horror, Danny totally ignoring objectively horrifying things

“I was thinking,” started Maddie over breakfast, “we could start observations of that island that came into view last week, the blue one.”

Danny shook his head. “You’ll have to use the Speeder, then,” he said. “I’ve got an errand to run.”

There was a pause as both of Danny’s parents looked at him, confused. He didn’t blame them. Danny rarely went out as a human anymore, and certainly not for anything like errands. Looking like he was still fourteen after all this time made doing anything even remotely official difficult.

But this wasn’t a human errand. “Yeah,” said Danny. “In the Ghost Zone. I’ve got to go to Three Twilights.”

“Where?” asked Jack.

“It’s, um, a city,” said Danny. “Well, three cities, I suppose, depending on how you want to group them. One Realm. On the shores of the Celestial Sea. I’m sure I’ve put it in your files.” Probably a direct copy from his files from before he came clean to them, but still. He stirred his cereal counterclockwise, letting his ice powers chill the milk.

“Yes,” said Maddie, “but there are a lot of places in there. I’m not sure we’ve had a chance to properly look at them all, much less memorize them.”

“Okay, yeah,” said Danny. “I guess that makes sense.”

“What kind of errand are you running, Danno?”

“I’m picking something up for a friend. A book,” he clarified. “They lent it to someone there, but they need it back.”

“A book,” said Maddie. “For the Library of Tongues?”

“No, they’ve got a contract service for overdue loans.”

“Contract service?” asked Jack.

“Yeah. Moonlighting bounty hunters mostly.”

“For a library?”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Danny, shrugging. “They’re really serious about their work.”

“If it isn’t for them, who is it for?” asked Maddie. “The princess? Wulf?” Wulf had actually been over a few times, and his parents had… Well, saying they got along would be an overstatement, they didn’t really have anything in common beyond ripping portals in the fabric of the universe, but everyone had been civil. “The boy at the school?”

“No,” said Danny. “Wulf would just get it himself.”

“Who, then?” pressed Maddie.

Danny put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth, delaying. Maddie hadn’t eaten anything since Danny had mentioned the errand. The errand was, in fact, for Clockwork. Danny was always more than happy to do anything for Clockwork. The older ghost had saved him too many times for him to be otherwise. But Jack and Maddie were wary of Clockwork. Danny didn’t get it, but talking about it hadn’t been productive so far.

He didn’t want to lie to his parents. Not ever again.

“It’s for Clockwork,” he said.

Ah, yes, there were those suspicious looks. The ones Danny could have interpreted even without being able to almost literally taste emotions.

“I see,” said Maddie.

“Anyway,” said Danny, quickly, “if I haven’t shown you Three Twilights yet, it’s really cool. I don’t want to take the full rig, but maybe the little ectocam would be okay? The one that I can clip on.”

“Why not the normal camera with an ectofilter?” asked Jack. “That has more features, and it’s easier for us to get data from.”

“Three Twilights. It’s dark there,” said Danny. “It might work in Civila, but not so much in Naŭtika and Astronomia, and I sort of want to go down to the beach and see if I can find any star pearls, and that’s really dark, so if you want to see anything properly, it’ll have to be the sonar setup, which I’m not doing, the noises that thing makes are offensive, or the ectocam.”

“And the Fenton Phones?” asked Maddie.

“Sure,” said Danny. “But I always bring those.”

“Yes,” said Maddie, after a moment. “You do.”

“Great. It’s settled, then.”

Most of the journey to Three Twilights could be made by air. Or, rather, what passed for air in the Infinite Realms. But when the rocky edge of an island came into view, Danny touched down. Further in was a blue wood, and Danny walked under its inviting branches.

The atmosphere started sunny, summery. The leaves and needles of the trees were the color of a clear blue sky. But as he got deeper, the leaves were touched with sunset colors: golds, reds, oranges, purples, and pinks. They fell to the ground, crunching beneath Danny’s feet. The sunset grew longer, deeper. The leaves on the trees grew sparser, revealing patches of sky.

By the time only bare branches framed the sky, it was a dusky, dim, purple. A few lonely stars twinkled in the sky.

He passed out of the forest. The city of Civila rose above him. Windows glowed in the near dark like eyes.

Danny had changed, too. His aura had dimmed. The whites of his suit were now dark gray, and patterns swirled on its surface like camouflage, like wind-twisted clouds, like nebulae.

Shadows bled around the corners of the city buildings like ink in water. Will-o-the-wisps bobbed, casting pools of illumination in lieu of streetlamps. Ghosts walked up and down the streets, or floated only a few meters up.

The buildings glittered. Everything was dark, vibrant, colors. A sharp, sweet scent filled the air, something dark and rich beneath it.

The canals in the center of the street were filled with flashing fish. Or perhaps serpents. Or perhaps worms. Between how fast they moved and the dimness of the light, it was difficult to tell.

Danny could feel his irises contracting, shrinking down to needle-thin rings. His teeth were sharp. He matched the other ghosts around him. This was how the Civila liked it, how things were in this part of Three Twilights.

Everything in order. Everything peaceful. Everything civil.

Danny walked through the market square, and bought some charcoal-colored cherry pastries from a vendor who looked like someone’s nightmare demon with a chip of ghost ice.

Much to his parents’ protests. They didn’t care for him eating ghost food.

There were seven bridges to Naŭtika, which was built half underwater and half on boats that floated both on the water and in the air. As the dark waters of the inlet lapped at his feet, Danny felt the changes ripple across his skin. To a human, he would look pure black, except for the faintest glimmer of rim lighting and the stars of his eyes. He and the other ghosts moved silently, cutting through the waters like shadows.

To Danny’s ghostly senses, the place was alive with emotion and force, energy loud and crackling against his senses.

“We’re solely on the ectocam, now,” said Maddie. “You were right about that.”

“Mhm,” said Danny, half distracted by a whispered sea-shanty backed by a choir of not-voices and not-sound that wove together with the mastery of a hundred years of practice.

He glided up a rope net, and began to navigate the ropes to the taller ships. The very tallest, the ones that scraped the ever-darkening sky and blotted out uneven sections of stars, moored the glass-like ships that floated above. He’d need to reach them, to get to Astronomia.

“What’s that?” asked Maddie, breaking his concentration on his path.

“What’s what?” asked Danny, whisper soft, drawing some looks. He turned, slowly, on the spot, planks barely creaking under his steps. A gentle wind ruffled his hair.

“There,” said Maddie. “By the ghost that’s registering red.”

It had taken Danny a long time to learn what color on the ectocam’s artificial sensor signified what, but he had, if only to reduce the guessing when they played this game.

“Star pearls,” said Danny, eyeing the ropes of stone that glimmered brighter than his eyes currently did. They were one of the only reliable forms of light, out on the Celestial Sea, although they were valued for other things, too.

“They’re putting out a massive amount of energy,” said Maddie.

“You mentioned them before,” said Jack. “You wanted to look for some?”

“On the shore,” said Danny. “Out past Astronomia.” He wanted to find his own, rather than buy them.

Partially because they were expensive. He didn’t really want to think about how much unmelting ice he’d have to conjure up to equal one of them. They were usually bartered in exchange for… more significant things.

The ghost by the pearls beckoned him closer, clearly hoping to make a sale. Danny shook his head, broadcasting regret and admiration for his wares. Speech might be faster but, under these circumstances, it would not be polite.

When Danny left, the social rules of Three Twilights would only leave the faintest impression on his mind. But, for now, they were a heavy, but not uncomfortable weight. One he could shrug off if necessary, but which was currently useful.

“What are they?” asked Maddie, as Danny turned away.

“They happen when big enough things fall into stars,” said Danny. “They’re all the memories of what they used to be… and the imagination of what they could become, when the star dies. Well, that’s what they’re supposed to be. I don’t think anyone really knows for sure.”

“And you can just… find these? Lying around?”

“Not… not really,” said Danny, slowly drifting towards a crow’s nest. “It’s like that one national park. That one where you can collect diamonds? You never really find anything good, but you can look.”

“I see,” said Maddie. “So, you don’t expect to find one?”

“Yes and no,” said Danny. “If I don’t expect to find one, I probably won’t. Unless the sea is feeling ironic, which it usually is, apparently. I mean, it’s an ocean and the stars. And prophecy is, like, ninety percent irony, but mostly for an outside observer. Which honestly makes sense, I think. An observer, not an Observant. Those are different things.”

The kind of silence on the other side of the line was the one that emerged when Danny used too much ghost logic.

“Anyway,” he continued as he scaled the crow’s nest and started traversing the glass ropes and chains to the all-but-invisible glass ships, “no, I don’t really expect to.”

The path to Astronomia was a staircase carved from moonstone harvested in October, when the moon was full and orange-red. It burned Danny’s eyes to look at and feet to walk upon. Like many ghosts who fixated on things like astronomy, he adapted quickly and thoroughly to the spiritual dark.

This darkest twilight was built of delicate bubbles, whorls, and arches of glass, any of which could cradle a ghost, all of which could be phased through with impunity. There were no true roads here, but certain places were easier to travel through. Addresses were carved in the glass in glimmering, holographic sigils made from glass-caught starlight that humans would never be able to read, but Danny could understand with a glance. It was not silent in Astronomia, the high wind sung through the glass like the immense instrument it was, playing ethereal and eternal music that mirrored heaven.

As always, Danny was enraptured. Perhaps the stars here were not true stars, only their memory and imagination (or simulacra made from stripped ghost cores, he remembered with a shudder), but he felt so close here.

“Danny? Are you still with us?”

Danny started to reply, but realized he had forgotten, once again, that he had no mouth here.

A phantabulist played a story for a group of not-quite-children, characters made of carefully constructed light chasing each other about with vigour. Danny stopped for a while to watch the story, a parable about spiders and fish. They were common here, storytellers who plied their craft this way. The stories could be pressed into glass prisms and orbs that served as books and viewed even in other environs of the Ghost Zone.

He moved on, passing through a glass bubble full of ghosts that snatched at and stroked him as he passed by, leaving stars and dark clouds to swirl across his skin. His suit had long since smoothed over and sunk in. His skin was a thin surface, a membrane holding in liquid night. He was like smoke, like vapour, thin and easily overlooked.

The places he passed were homes, places of business, warehouses, and hotels, organized without any apparent reason. A phantabularium glowed like a struck match, snatches of story visible inside its walls. He walked by.

Eventually, he reached the palace at the city center.

The ghost who lived there was old. Older, perhaps, than Pandora. She filled the vessels of her palace in placid pools connected by crystalized threads and looping tubes. Seven round-bottom flasks, radiating outward, like the spheres of heaven. The music here was almost deafening.

This was Urania, Muse of Astronomy. Astronomia was her city, and subordinate to her will before all else.

Danny resisted the urge to kneel. He was not here as a supplicant, and they both knew it.

The lowest pool bubbled, and slowly a glass prism, a dodecahedron, floated to the top. Danny took it with careful hands and left Urania’s direct presence as quickly as possible.

Being near her was always difficult. She was the Muse of Astronomy, and she felt he did not indulge his second Obsession as much as was proper.

Indeed, she thought it should be his first.

(The starlight inside him pulsed. He was never sure how much influence Urania could exert on him when he visited Three Twilights, never sure how much the relationship between his passions shifted when he was here. He loved it here too much to stay away forever.)

Astronomia did not end all at once. Instead, as one walked farther from the palace, the delicate, clear glass was replaced by black sand. When Danny had feet again, and could feel the grains beneath them, he knew he was no longer in Astronomia, but on the Shores of Night. The Isles of the Moon were faintly visible in the distance, sea-spray framing them in silvery halos.

He felt human here. His breath moved in his lungs, and his skin rose in goosebumps, the sleeves of his t-shirt fluttering in the wind. The sea and the sky were the same, and twice as beautiful for it.

“Sorry for going silent on you there,” said Danny. “I keep forgetting I don’t have a mouth there.”

“How do you forget that?” asked Jack.

“I don’t know.” Danny shrugged, even though he knew Jack couldn’t see him. “Do you think the ectocam might be able to spot buried star pearls?”

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectober 2021 #ectober #ectoberhaunt treat #danny totally ignoring objectively horribly things #worldbuilding

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qierxing · 3 years

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Obligations

Yan! Zhongli x Reader

Word Count: 2,837

How long can a man talk before he runs out of air?

Scratch that. How long can this man talk before you decide to strangle him?

"...as such, the rivers, plains, and mountains that are said to have been the remains of what is left of the dead gods remains…."

The intonation of Mr. Zhongli's voice nearly puts you to sleep at the ornate dining table, and if it weren't for the fact that you were at an esteemed establishment (even if you two were in a private room), you surely would've face planted and fallen asleep right there on the mahogany wood. But you don't, because it would be an insult to the very man (and the food) who invited you on this outing.

Mr. Zhongli is a respectable man and apparently, a good friend in your family's circles. Even though you've never met the man till now, even you're aware of his shining reputation; aunties giggling on how he's so charming and polite, cousins admiring his knowledge and strength, and other relatives likewise praising him to high Celestia and above.

And he is, you suppose, very handsome. His face is beautiful; high, defined cheekbones, molten amber eyes that glow warmly, pretty curved pink lips and nose to match. A good face, your auntie would say if she was here. An auspicious face.

“And that is how the geography of Liyue came to be...”

You're sure anyone in your position would be swooning over how his voice flowed like the trickling rivers that ran through Guili plains, but you just wished he would shut up at some point. Not even the delicious spread of food at the glass carousel wheel could distract from his tirade, and that was saying something.

Speaking of, why did he order so much food for only the two of you?

'In Liyue, you can always eat till you drop!' A saying that always echoed among the locals, and still holds true today. But even then, the intricately painted línglóng porcelain holding the remnants of steamed egg soup, roasted duck, squirrel fish, and more and more food, are way too excessive, even if he wanted to impress you.

You idly push around the Tianshu meat on your plate as he continues to drone on, wondering when you can politely excuse yourself without being rude.

"So, how was the dinner?" You internally groan as your mom's barely concealed excitement in her voice shows.

"Mama, we just sat there and talked." Well, Zhongli was the one doing most of the talking. But you weren't about to say that, not when you know a lecture awaits that answer.

"Isn't he a very handsome man?" Your mother's eyes gleam dangerously and a resigned sigh leaves your lips as she barrels on confidently. "Doesn't he seem like the perfect husband?!"

"Mama, it's ten in the morning…" What you wouldn’t give to eat your congee in peace.

"He is a respectable man, and quite knowledgeable to boot."

"Not you too, Baba!"

Your father merely chuckles as he continues reading the daily newspaper, and you roll your eyes as he continues chuckling behind the printed pages. Your mother swats at him to finish his porridge, turning to you with a frown on her wrinkled face. You brace yourself, knowing exactly what is coming next.

"[First Name], you're already of marriageable age, you should be looking for your future spouse! Your parents are growing old and when we die-"

"I will be perfectly fine without a husband." You cut her off, rubbing at your forehead. It was too early in the morning for this talk.

"Aiya, I don't want our only child to be by themselves! We will never know peace once we pass away, so much worry-"

You tune the rest of the lecture out, not even having the energy to refute her worries.

When you leave the house to take a walk, you meet the infamous Mr. Zhongli again.

"What a coincidence, I am also taking a walk to clear the mind. Would you perhaps like to join me?" And trapped by societal politeness, and the fact that this man did order you a three course meal the previous night, you agree.

So it's to your surprise that he does not immediately initiate dialogue as the both of you stroll leisurely through the stone gardens in Yunjin terrace, and a comfortable silence falls.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind." You turn to meet his gaze, and then away. Your frustration burns at you in the remainder of the morning's argument, but it dissipates at his concerned face. It is not his fault, you reason, that your mother wants you to court him for a possibility. For fortune. Despite the man's shortcomings, he is nothing but a gentleman.

"I don't want to pry but...I have heard that talking about your thoughts might ease your mind?"

You pause for a long time, breathing out your nose as you close your eyes.

"My parents want me to marry you." You've never been one to mince words, much to your mother's dismay at trying to teach you etiquette. "They think that you're a good match. And they're paranoid about me becoming a spinster."

There's silence for a moment and you open your eyes to not a face of disgust or shock, but rather one of musing.

"And you, [First Name]? What do you think?"

You turn your gaze to the water.

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't know you well enough to make that judgement. I know my parents are worried, but I don't want to get married for the sake of not being alone. I think it's rather selfish, to wish that solely for your partner."

The words tumble out of your mouth, one after another and you wonder how it is that it's easier to confess this to an acquaintance than your own parents.

"I was under the impression that people often like to pursue lasting romance in their lives. It's interesting to see this is not always true." Zhongli hums, hand coming to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps? I don't know. I've always been content with my friends." Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. "Who knows? Maybe I have yet to meet the right person."

Zhongli hums again in response, seemingly in deep thought with a small frown pulling at his lips. A silence falls once again, and an awkward atmosphere falls upon the both of you.

"Oh yes, I never did thank you for the delicious dinner last night." You note offhandedly, half distracted by the swimming carp in the clear pond water. The water trails are hypnotic, and they help take your mind off the stressful morning you had.

"It was nothing. For my friend's precious child, that was the least I could do." He modestly replies, and you deadpan. It was nothing? A three course meal at Xinyue Pavillion, nothing? You know that squirrel fish did not have a low price tag.

"Regardless, I'm very thankful for your generosity." After all, not many tolerated your blunt, forthright personality, least of all the potential suitors your mother always brought before you. The memory makes you feel guilty at the irritation you had back then at the dinner. "The next time, I insist we have dinner at Wanmin--I've heard their black back perch stew is to die for. My treat."

He hums, and turns to you with a heartbreaking smile, a far cry from his previous countenance. "Is that a promise?"

You raise your eyebrow, "What are you, Morax? Yes, it's a promise, unless you hate fish, I guess."

His amused chuckles are soft but light a warm hearth in your heart.

Your mother is growing more daring than you remember.

She shoves you out the door as if you're some kind of fancy wrapped gift to offer to Mr. Zhongli, and there's a manic glee in her eyes as she eyes you and him standing together like a couple.

"[First Name] has been looking forward to this, haven't you, sweetie?"

The Liyuen hanfu she forced you into were a different cut than the modern cheongsam dresses of the current trends. Archaic, if you dare call it that. While some traditionalists still donned hanfu, it was not as common to see it in the streets. When she was shoving you in the under robes, she muttered about how it was something passed down in the family. Which explained a lot. These days, hanfu like this were something of a rich antiquity.

You sigh deeply, tugging your translucent pibo around you tighter as you decide to humor her, if only to get her to stop embarrassing yourselves and leave faster.

"Yes, quite."

Zhongli hums, and when you turn to face him, you're almost unnerved at how his eyes sharpen and scan over you, pupils slit like a dragon's. The moment is gone in a flash and he merely smiles at you gently before taking your hand in his gloved one.

"In that case, shall we get going?"

The nightlife of Liyue is in full swing and Zhongli tugs you closer, and there's something intimate in the way he presses you firmly into his side, the warmth he exudes sending pleasurable tingles down your body.

"Do forgive me for being so bold, [First Name]," He addresses you so tenderly, that you blush when you look back up from your joined hands, "You look absolutely radiant tonight."

How is it this man manages to say such an embarrassing thing so smoothly? What is his secret? He doesn’t seem like the playboys that often loiter around the downtown area of the harbor. You look away, unable to meet his eyes that reflect the lanterns and make his pupils glow.

"T-Thank you, Zhongli, you're too kind."

His eyes never seem to leave you, even when taking in the lovely scenery of Liyue at night. For the bright lanterns glitter and glow on the ocean waves, but his own pupils are glued to your being when you look in your peripheral.

“Is there something on my face?” Tearing your eyes away from the street in front of you, you turn to meet his gaze straight on.

He merely smiles.

“No.” He pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture innocuous, but leaving a burning trail where his finger tips touch your skin. “I believe we have arrived.”

Thankfully you can excuse the burning in your cheeks and neck away with the spices that the Li cuisine favors. If anyone asks, it was the black back parch stew making you look flushed and out of sorts. Never mind the fact that Chef Mao looks quite amused at the fact you’re sputtering in response to his cheeky questions about you showing up with a man to your favored restaurant.

When you look up from checking to make sure your hanfu didn’t get any stains, Zhongli is uncorking a white bottle and pouring it into your cups. At your questioning look, he replies, “Dàqūjiǔ. The Li technique ferments wheat for about two to three months. This one in particular, has a fine aroma after being fermented for a while.”

“Hoh…” You chuckle at his explanation, “You really do know everything.”

“Hardly. I cannot say I know as much as the regular scholar…nonetheless, to good fortune!”

Echoing his cheer, you raise your cup and drink.

The alcohol burns your throat, and you’re reminded of your low alcohol tolerance. Yet, your fellow friend refills your cup just as easily, and who are you to refuse him? By the time you’re on your fourth cup, your world is spinning and you’ve developed a headache.

“Ahaha…wow...everything...is...moving…” You slur incomprehensibly and slump onto the bamboo table.

“Oh dear, we best get you back. In this condition, you’re too vulnerable.”

“No way...if I go back with you...my mom….she won’t let me…!” You raise your head from the cool table, but the effort of doing that makes you groan.

Zhongli all too easily picks you up bridal style, and after bidding goodbye to Chef Mao with a hefty bag of mora, he walks down the now empty streets of Liyue.

“Won’t let you what, dear heart?” He hums, stroking your face gently with the pad of his thumb.

“Won’t let me...let...us...ugh…”

“[First Name], do you like me?”

“Mmh...yeah…” Is all he gets, but the stilted, jagged answer is enough for him. The content smile that breaks his face belies the haunting glow of his molten eyes.

When you step out of the door of your bedroom, you're accosted by your sobbing mother.

"Ma-Mama?! What's the matter?" You frantically ask, pushing at her shoulders.

"Oh my sweet child, oh I'm so happy for you! When were you going to tell me, you brat?!"

"Tell you what?!"

"That you're marrying Zhongli, sweetie! Oh, this is such a momentous occasion--"

You're too shell shocked that you do not hear her next words. What? Marry? Zhongli? What on Teyvat was going on--

"--Hurry up, he's waiting for you in the living room!" You're snapped out of your daze when you're ushered hastily into the room, casual robes and all, right in front of the very person you had so many questions for.

The door shutting behind you does not muffle the excited chatter from your parents and you wince when you hear your mother excitedly bantering with your father. Turning and meeting an intense gaze, you feel like you’ve stepped into an arena with a monster.

"Zhongli, why are my parents under the impression we're marrying?"

His golden eyes crinkle in delight at your blunt words, "Because we are, my dear heart."

D-Dear heart?!

"I don't understand."

"What is there not to understand?" You step back as he rises from the cozy armchair he was given. It only just occurs to you how ridiculously tall this man is, and he towers over you, like a mountain.

"I believe we share a mutual attraction. After all, last night only proved it." He leans over and you flinch as he gently cups your face with a small smile.

"We've only known each other for a couple days!" You protest, leaning your face out of his hands. His smile dips into a displeased frown, hands falling to his sides.

"Why need more time to prove what is already there?" He tilts his head. “If this is a matter about your dowry, I’m sure I can help--”

“This isn’t about mora! Zhongli, this is moving way too fast--”

“Is that so? If I’m correct, I believe that your family’s come upon some hard times, no?” And you’re left breathless, struck silent. “Not down to the pits, but just one little slip and...well, your father’s business is already taking loans, isn’t it?”

Your teeth are grinding so hard against each other to the point where it echoes in your head.

“Marry me, [First Name], and you won’t have to worry about any of that. After all, I’ve always had enough good fortune to share. Are you so willing to crush your parent’s hopes and dreams for their child?”

“I-” Your mother’s tears on her weathered face come to mind, wrinkles from stress deeply indented in her skin. Your father, weary, veiny hands covered in scars from hard manual labor, shoulders slumped from his strength sapping. And you realize with a bone chilling fear that this man, this man was threatening to destroy the very foundation of your life.

He smiles upon seeing your uncertain visage, gritted teeth, clenched fists and trembling body.

"You'll look beautiful in red and gold."

How numb you feel!

Having to sit there while being dressed, being fawned over by your cousins, cried over by your mother and aunties, and your father and uncles chuckling over your good fortune. All the while, you cannot bring yourself to bring even the fakest smile to your face, only being able to muster up a sheepish smile, but it is of no concern, as everyone seems to mistake it for a shy front for a person about to marry their true love.

At least that’s how your mother is spinning it to your giggling aunties. And even when the festivities are over, you know that this is not the end.

Bare fingers trace your cheeks and lift your veil as a chaste kiss is placed on your lips.

This was supposed to be a day of joy.

Said fingers begin to trail down your body, and more sobs begin to shake your body. When you think about it, this might be the first time you felt his skin touch your own. Zhongli has always dressed conservatively, even covering his hands with his gloves. Thinking about it longer makes your skin crawl.

This was supposed to be--

Zhongli hums appreciatively into your collarbone as he slips your wedding garb off your shoulders, your world collapses and dims, with only a haunting amber light as your guide.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere zhongli #me: how much worldbuilding can i fit in this fic #my work

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Calling Her Name - A Siuanraine Fic

GAY TIME.

Title: Calling Her Name

Warnings: Moiraine is having a bit of a bad time post EoTW.

Summary: Siuanraine, post 1x08, based on the prompt 'run to another character' and/or 'stop at the sight of another character'. Lan arranges things to smuggle Siuan into Fal Dara so that she can meet with Moiraine and try to bring her some comfort following the harrowing events at the Eye of the World.

Teaser: '"Take me to her,” she commanded, with the voice of the Amyrlin Seat, so forcefully that Lan’s family paused, staring at her with something close to shock.

No doubt they were wondering, likely for the first time since she’d entered their home, dressed in casual clothes only a bit better than she might have worn on the boats as a youth, who exactly they had taken in and given soup to. Taking a breath, she drew on the calm she’d been forced to find when the Wheel had rewarded her ambition with the power and responsibility to reshape this world. Softening her voice, she reached out and gripped Lan’s hand, squeezing urgently.

With the voice of a woman who loved her she said, “Please take me to her now."'

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Siuan Sanche had never, in all her life, been as happy to see a man as she was to see Lan Mandragoran ducking through the doorway and shrugging down his hood. His eyes swept around the small home where he had instructed her to go, where she had been fussed over by the people there who had taken one look at her haggard face and decided she needed soup immediately.

There had been something comforting in that, as she knew it was exactly what her father would have done in their position. The only difference would have been instead of chunks of unidentifiable meat in the bowl, there would have been chunks of unidentifiable fish. It had also amused her to think of the reaction some of the Sitters might have had at the idea of the Amyrlin Seat being presented with peasant broth. It had amused her more to imagine eating it in front of them while making deliberate and uncomfortable eye contact, daring them to make so much as a peep about the ‘propriety’ of it all.

In spite of the down-to-earth food and pleasant atmosphere, she had still worn through both the neat rugs and her thinly stretched patience in the hours since arriving. Jumping every time there was movement outside, unable to hold a conversation for fear she would miss the sound of Lan’s arrival. Now that he was finally here, she felt her heart lurch with gratitude at the sight of the man now forcing a smile for the sake of his family.

Standing up, she unceremoniously brushed Zahir out of the way as he tried to greet his adopted son, and yanked Lan down into a powerful hug. He pulled her in close, and they took a long moment just holding each other. Siuan felt Lan sag against her with a mix of relief and exhaustion she was as familiar with as the ocean was familiar with salt and water.

Bracing herself, she drew away first and held him at arm’s length, whereupon she studied him with a critical eye. She’d known this man for twenty years now, and though their encounters had generally been in snatched moments through the years, she felt that she knew him well. The initial mutual respect between them, an acknowledgement that they shared a love for Moiraine, and a desire to keep her safe, had evolved and blossomed into a genuine trust and fondness for one another. They’d found they had more in common than being united in the near impossible task of keeping Moiraine safe. Now, she trusted him with her secrets, things that could utterly ruin her. More than that, though, she trusted him to keep Moiraine safe when she could not, and to take care of her.

The first thing she noted in him was that he looked tired. That was a bad sign. Siuan had been sure that the mountains and shores would display fatigue before Lan would. Yet she could feel it in him now, a tide that was still doing its duty and meeting the shore, but slowly, and painfully, as though the light waters had been replaced with thick corrupted blood.

“Thank you for coming,” Lan murmured quietly, as though Siuan could have done any differently when she’d received his letter.

After cursing and ranting at thin air for half an hour about Moiraine’s stupid stubborn refusal to ever ask for help, no matter how dire the situation, she had packed a bag, arranged her excuses, and left for Fal Dara. She had spared a moment amidst all of that furious chaos to bless Lan for thinking of her and doing whatever it took to see that his foolish little snapper of an Aes Sedai was taken care of.

Her nerves felt as frayed as old rope, right on the edge of snapping and sending her drifting out to sea without a tether left to sanity. Siuan Sanche was not an impatient woman, if she was any judge. In her youth she had been. She’d been as tempestuous and impulsive as a summer storm at times, and hadn’t wanted to stop for longer than it took to glance at the horizon she was forever chasing. The Wheel had taught her to wait. Perhaps too well. She felt like she spent her whole damned life waiting these days. Waiting for change. Waiting for calamity. Waiting for the tension she felt in the world to finally snap. Waiting for Moiraine to bring news of their quest. Waiting for the woman she loved to return to her arms where she belonged. Right now, she was certain that if Lan made her wait for even a moment longer than was absolutely fucking necessary, she’d skin and gut him for sport.

"How is she?" she demanded, just cutting right to the meat of the matter, nevermind batting back pleasantries for the several unbearable minutes that would have consumed.

A flash of pain marred Lan’s usually controlled expression and he turned away, teeth gritted against words he couldn’t say.

Oh Light blind and burn me, she thought, feeling her heart twist in her chest.

It had been a stupid fucking question to ask, anyway, no wonder he couldn’t bloody answer it. Moiraine had confronted the fucking Dark One at the fucking Eye of the World and he’d- She couldn’t even think it. Her mind split around the word like a river around a rock, unable to ignore it, but equally unable to directly confront it. Still, what had she expected when she asked Lan that question? What else could Moiraine be except a fucking mess? Twenty years. Twenty years of danger, and trauma, and near-death experiences every other day, just for fun, and Lan had never needed to send for her. Not once. Not until now.

"Take me to her,” she commanded, with the voice of the Amyrlin Seat, so forcefully that Lan’s family paused, staring at her with something close to shock.

With the voice of a woman who loved her she said, “Please take me to her now."

***

Siuan braced herself as Lan opened the door to Moiraine’s chambers for her and stepped back to allow her to step inside first. Heart constricting her throat, lungs feeling made of iron in her chest, she immediately swept the room for her. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but somehow the room being perfectly neat and ordinary felt wrong. Something terrible had happened, and a part of her felt that the world should show that. There should be some sign that it recognised what it had done to this woman that she loved. It should be darker, and colder, chaos and destruction reflecting what had been done to its occupant. But no. The only thing wrong with the room was that Moiraine was nowhere to be found within it.

Ascertaining this with a soft growl, Siuan rounded on Lan, fear bursting up in her like a flaring pufferfish, “Where is she?” she demanded, the words sharp as shark’s teeth, even if she knew it was undeserved.

The flash of worry she saw in Lan’s eyes did nothing to help her own. It was replaced immediately by a look of pain. Belatedly she realised that, if the bond had still been present, he would have been able to feel her, would have known exactly where she was without even trying. He’d likely forgotten that in a panicked moment, the absence of her registering on his instincts as a sign that she was in some sort of danger, causing his initial concern. Remembering that she was gone because their bond had been taken along with Moiraine’s power was responsible for the pain she still saw in his eyes.

“I left her on the balcony,” Lan replied quietly, recovering himself enough to answer, though his jaw remained locked in a tight grimace.

Nodding, Siuan paused just long enough to give his shoulder a soft, apologetic squeeze for her part in aggravating the still fresh wound that was the hole where his bond should have been. Then she marched towards the doors at the far end of the chamber which led to the balcony beyond. Lan trailed behind her, keeping close, but giving her as much space as he could. Any at all was near miraculous, at the moment, and she spared a thought to be thankful in his direction at the effort. After what Moiraine had done, Siuan was impressed he hadn’t sewn himself to her side the second he’d found her again to stop anything else from happening to her. Lan could be described as ‘somewhat overprotective’, in the way that the ocean could be described as ‘somewhat wet’. Siuan had always blessed him for it, because the Light knew Moiraine needed it. In fact, for her, he was probably entirely too lenient, he-

Siuan froze at the sight of her, her mind going utterly blank, all of her thoughts snuffed out like a candle in the face of a tsunami.

The balcony before her was a narrow thing, but it spanned the entire length of the chambers that had been given to the visiting Aes Sedai at Fal Dara. It stretched from her bedroom to the sitting quarters, and even on to the accompanying rooms that Lan kept, a second connection point between the two rooms.

Moiraine was huddled on the opposite end, furthest from her chambers. Her feet were tucked up under her, and she was somehow being drowned by the open, skeletal rocking chair she had curled herself onto.

The figure in the chair that was supposed to be the woman Siuan loved did not stir when she stepped outside. Though there was a good distance between them, old instincts should still have alerted her to the presence of someone near her, someone who might have been a threat. It seemed that she no longer cared. The near paranoid guard she always kept around herself which had caused her to draw a blade on Siuan on a memorable stormy night when she’d managed to steal away from her duties to join her in a smoky tavern room in Tar Valon was now gone.

Her name choked from Siuan’s lips in a hoarse whisper before she could stop it. She needed Moiraine to look at her. She needed her to know that she was there, that she had come for her, that she was not alone. And she needed her to know that she was so achingly, endlessly, unforgivably sorry for doing this to her, for hollowing her out into this fragile husk of what she’d once been.

"Moiraine,” she breathed, her voice reduced to a strangled rasp of mingled love and longing.

Moiraine’s whole body went rigid at the sound. Her back straightened unnaturally, every muscle of her drawn taut, like a line snaring a catch. One of her hands began to twist in familiar patterns, trying to draw the Power to her, weaves of Air designed to capture and hold whatever had intruded upon her. Both hands clenched on the arms of her chair as she found herself unable to draw saidar to herself. She sat for an agonising heartbeat, shaking with the stress of the tension now held in her body. Slowly, every pounding heartbeat it took for her to do so grinding down more and more of Siuan’s patience, she turned her head.

"Siuan?" she whispered hoarsely, as though this was the first word that she had managed to speak in days.

Hearing her name in this woman’s mouth had frequently taught her what love was meant to sound like. So it was that the contrast struck her like a smack to the face in how wrong it sounded now. This was no gentle wrapping of her tongue around the syllables with the care and power a master bard might sing his greatest epic. It trembled from her. It quaked with uncertainty, and rippled with what was unmistakably fear. She was not stunned and pleased, but shocked and somehow horrified. Even as Siuan watched her face creased into lines of worry and suspicion, and she drew back in her chair as a frightened animal might if confronted by a stalking nightmare.

It broke her fucking heart to do it, but she forced herself to remain in place. She would have given up her title, her power, her life, and the bloody Wheel itself to be allowed to hold this woman in her arms for a single moment. But Moiraine did not want it, not right now, not with such unguarded terror in her eyes. Siuan knew that she would not be able to stand it if she flinched away from her touch. It would break her like a wave against a cliff, spraying the fragments of her out into the world, never to be made whole again.

Unable to speak past the tight lump in her throat, she just desperately held her ground, and held her gaze, trying to tell her without words that it was her, just her, her Siuan. Eyes locked with hers, she nodded to her, trying to smile reassuringly, but knowing her emotions twisted it into a grimace of pain and awful frustration.

Moiraine’s gaze suddenly shifted, and she looked past her, to the doorway at her back. Siuan sensed movement behind her, though she could not bear to take her eyes away from Moiraine, she knew that Lan must have stepped out onto the balcony behind her. He seemed to understand what was happening at once, and put a hand on Siuan’s shoulder, squeezing gently in comfort. She turned over her shoulder in time to watch him steadily incline his head towards his Aes Sedai, giving her the confirmation that she needed. This was not a figment of her imagination, not a hallucination born of stress or trauma, nor was it some foul trick of the Dark One. It was okay. She was real, and she was her, and she was here.

Moiraine’s mouth wobbled as she turned more in her chair to face her, eyes going wide, body suddenly slack with shock.

“Siuan?” she whispered, voice still hoarse, but with a little more life and strength to it now.

Her lips remained slightly parted around the word, frozen with surprise, her features soft and open, none of her energy spent trying to control the reveal of her emotions. There still lingered a note of disbelief and question in the way she said her name, but there was no fear this time. Instead there was a desperate, broken need for her in every aching, trembling inch of her body.

Siuan didn’t think. At the sound of her name, spoken like that, from this woman’s lips, she ran. Ran like she had as a child on the long, rickety piers her feet had flown across before she launched herself from the edge, shrieking with laughter, and plunged into the deep, welcoming sea that had been a second home to her. This time she launched herself towards the woman she loved more than anything else in this world.

As Siuan approached her, Moiraine slid from her chair, staring and weak with shock, not even seeming to notice that she was falling for her. Siuan darted in and caught her before her knees hit the hard stone. Then she pulled her into her arms, engulfing her like that first all-consuming embrace of the water swallowing her form and pulling her home. Choking off a sob as it threatened to burst free of her chest, she cradled Moiraine against her with a fierce strength, keeping her close, keeping her safe. If sheer will could have given back what had been taken she would have had it returned to her, and more, from the force of this embrace.

In the comfort of her arms, Moiraine trembled. She ctually trembled, in a way she had barely even done after Elaida had ‘helped’ her with her channeling. Siuan had not thought she’d been capable of feeling any more rage than she’d felt at that vile fucking woman on that day without erupting. What she felt now, as Moiraine’s nails dug into her back with how desperately she clung to her, as though still unable to believe she was real, would have made that child’s anger look like a gentle summer rain shower before a pair of clashing hurricanes.

Coaxing her back, just a little, just enough, Siuan stroked her hair back behind her ears so she could her face. Siuan looked into her eyes, those beautiful deep, dark eyes that had always seemed too old, and too haunted, for her face. Even when they’d been youths in the Tower, Siuan had always found such sorrow and wisdom in those eyes; of a kind that only came from being forced to endure too much, too young. The years had only darkened them, with all that she had seen, but even now, the hollowness in them shook her. The glint of defiance and stubborn light of life that had lived within them in the days before the Eye, when Siuan had last held her, had since died. Siuan herself had killed it.

Yet she was here. Still here, in spite of it all, Siuan reminded herself firmly. The foolish, stubborn, reckless pincushion disguised as a woman had strode into the Blight to confront the Dark One without Lan, without anything, except a boy greener than fresh picked seaweed she thought might be the Dragon. Somehow she had walked out again. As Siuan held her in her arms she felt as miraculous and precious to her as the tiny pearl she had found when her family was on the brink of starvation.

"Moiraine,” she whispered, just needing to say her name while looking into her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Siuan tried to ground herself on the familiar comfort of having her close. The scent of her, that soap she used when travelling, faintly perfumed with pine and mint. The softness of her skin beneath her fingers. The way her face softened and relaxed, becoming as open and free with her expression as she ever was when they were together.

Brushing the straggling strands of hair back from her face so she could see her better, she felt her lips trembling, tears in her eyes again, “My Moiraine,” she said quietly, unnecessarily smoothing her hair down over and over, just needing to keep touching her, keep holding on to her, keep reminding herself that she was still here.

"Siuan,” Moiraine murmured, still looking a little in shock at the sight of her, hands trembling as they cautiously touched her, clearly expecting her fingers to pass through at the first brush against her skin, “You’re here,” she breathed, blinking as though she had seawater in her eyes she was trying to flush out, “You’re here,” she repeated, somehow with even more disbelief than the first.

"Of course I am,” Siuan growled, cradling her face in both hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks.

Pressing her mouth tight to try and stop the torrent of suddenly overwhelming grief and guilt that was roiling within her like a dinghy in a storm, wrecked and ruined by the lashing waves and winds. Light what had she done? What had she done in sending her to that awful place alone? Oh Light forgive her, for she would never forgive herself.

Emotions overcoming her at last, Siuan pulled Moiraine’s face down to hers and kissed her forehead, holding her against her mouth and shaking, forcing back her sobs. She had no right to cry in front of her. She had no fucking right to put her own struggles with this onto her. By rights Moiraine should have thrown her over the other side of that balcony and banished her from her sight, with no promise to ever call her home. Mastering herself, she swallowed down her own feelings with a deep, tight breath, reasserting control with difficulty.

“I am,” Siuan murmured softly, “I’m with you now, love,” she breathed, soothingly stroking her face.

“You came here?” Moiraine whispered, and her brows creased into a tight frown, eyebrows almost meeting like two tiny stormclouds of confusion, “Why?” she said, shaking her head a little. Eyes suddenly widening with a flash of horror, she gripped Siuan’s shoulders and said urgently, “What else has happened?”

“I came here for you, you idiot,” Siuan choked, with a kind of exasperated fondness only she ever brought out of her.

Finally feeling hot tears spill from her eyes and slip down her cheeks because of course, of course, the damned woman would assume she was here for any other reason. Of course she couldn’t even comprehend the idea of someone doing something just for her. Even after all these years, the damage bloody fucking Daes Dae’mar had done to her had never healed. There always had to be some deeper reason, some secret, hidden motive. It could never be simple. It could never just be love, not even with her and Lan.

“I came here because I love you,” Siuan whispered, forcing herself to remain patient. Gently kissing her mouth, needing that point of contact, pressing as much into that kiss as she could, she drew back, fingers still stroking through her hair she murmured, “Something awful happened to you, and I want to support you through it. I don’t need any other bloody reason,” she hissed, unable to keep a ripple of anger and frustration from those last words.

"How did you know?" Moiraine whispered softly, a slight frown darkening her face, “Your eyes and ears network?”

“Lan wrote to me,” Siuan said gently, anticipating, correctly, that Moiraine would not approve of that. Indeed, she managed a little scowl that made Siuan smile before she could help herself. Pressing a gentle finger to her lips, she said quietly, “Don’t go all pufferfish on me,” she chided lightly, stroking her finger down her lips. Gentling her touch against her cheek she murmured, “He did it because he loves you.”

Moiraine shook her head, still looking concerned, somehow more so than she had been before that reassurance. She opened her mouth to say something, but Siuan kissed her, then kissed her again, and kept kissing her until the thought of whatever she’d been about to say was gone, and there was something that might once have been a smile on her lips instead.

“So stubborn,” Moiraine murmured with fondness, shaking her head and absently touching Siuan’s lips with her thumb while she held her face.

“Me?” Siuan choked incredulously, taking Moiraine by the shoulders and fighting the urge to shake her by them, “What about you?” she demanded, caught between anger, and love, and grief, and guilt, and endless frustration as she looked at her.

Then something broke in her, and all that was left was fear, and the enormity of what she might have lost.

“What did you do?” she whispered, shaking her head, breath huffing out of her, brows drawn tightly together as she fought to control herself, “What did you go and get yourself into this time, hm?” she demanded, one hand rising up and stroking her cheek again, “I can't even leave you alone for five minutes, can I?" she said, her voice cracking at the vain attempt of humour.

“I did what I had to do, Siuan,” Moiraine said, though the well-worn phrase sounded distinctly tired in her mouth this time, “As I always do.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Siuan hissed fervently, all of her emotions boiling over like an unwatched kettle, “You should have found another way,” she said, shaking her head, knowing damn well that Moiriane had probably considered alternative options for all of three minutes, if at all, before she tossed herself right into the heart of the fire. “And you should never have left Lan here,” she found herself saying, words tumbling over each other like fish in a barrel, “He’s supposed to protect, damn you all to bloody ashes,” she ground out, her temper getting the better of her as her tongue completely ran away with her, not a semblance of restraint left, “Knowing that man exists and is keeping both eyes on you as often as he can spare them is the only reason I get any sleep at night for worrying about you.”

“I know,” Moiraine mumbled, glancing back towards the door, to where Lan no doubt waited for her inside. A flash of guilt actually marred her features, which was a first in Siuan’s memory, and she hung her head, her voice small and obviously ashamed as she repeated softly, “I know.”

She sounded so damn tired that Siuan found she couldn’t be angry with her. Not right this second, anyway. That could come later, in a few months, when she was feeling more like herself and did something utterly idiotic again. For now she just wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and bring her what comfort she could. It was the least that she could give her, after all she had been responsible for taking away.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, gently kissing her cheek to punctuate the apology, “I shouldn’t have said that to you now,” she told her, kissing her again to take the sting out of her earlier reprimands.

“You were right,” Moiraine admitted in a low voice, though she still sounded as weary as Siuan had ever seen her.

“Oh I know I was right,” Siuan said with a slight smile, trying to lighten her darkness even a little. Forcing levity she continued with a wry smile, “I just said I shouldn’t have said it to you now,” she clarified with a falsely lofty voice, “I should have waited for a more appropriate time, when you wouldn’t just have lain down at my feet like a sad old dog and taken it from me. Making me feel like right shit for it,” she chided, clucking her tongue.

Moiraine huffed a little at that, but there was a tug at her lips that said it was out of amusement rather than frustration. She shook her head with fondness, and though she lowered her head, she raised her eyes and met Siuan’s, peering up at her in a way she’d done a thousand times before after being caught red-handed doing something else she shouldn’t have. Light but she loved this woman.

As she let this quiet moment of love and tenderness linger between them, Siuan carded her fingers gently through Moiraine’s hair. A bird’s nest would have been more orderly.

“This is a disaster,” she tutted, shaking her head in apparent disapproval, “What in the name of the Light has Lan been doing to let it get into this state?” she demanded, “I’ll have to have words with that man.”

She could have sworn she heard a slight cough come from the chambers behind them at that comment. That, perhaps more than her terrible attempt at a joke, was what coaxed another little smile from Moiraine, each one feeling like a minor miracle in and of itself.

Then she suddenly sobered, brows contracting and forming that line between them, which had gotten deeper and deeper over the years, and always meant she was concerned about something.

"You can't be here, Siuan,” she murmured, actually trying to ease her away, though she swayed on the spot without support. Light, when had she last slept? Last eaten anything? Shaking her head, Moiraine drew her back to the current moment as she said, “If anyone sees you here-” she began, then broke off, worry obviously deepening, “If they find out that you’ve seen me without cause, they-"

"Burn them,” Siuan snarled, with no hint of levity or humour in her, all of it reduced to ash at the mere implication that she should leave her alone right now, “Burn them all,” she breathed, like the Amyrlin Seat giving a command to destroy those who had harmed her daughters. There was no gentleness in her, no restraint, and no mercy. Not for this. “Every last one,” she said flatly.” Moiraine opened her mouth to say something, but froze at the look on Siuan’s face. “I don't care,” she growled, seeing the hesitation and worry in Moiraine’s eyes. She cupped her cheek, still defiantly shaking her head, “I don’t care, Moiraine,” she repeated coldly, from words that could not lie, and never would to this woman.

"Siuan-" she began, with a long-suffering tone it was frankly impressive she could adopt with sincerity, after some of the shit she’d pulled over the years.

"Ask me to give a fuck,” Siuan hissed, in a voice as likely to burn ad roar as an angrily spitting fire, raging against the darkness and the cold that threatened to consume them. “Ask me to give a single bloody fuck about anything else right now, Moiraine. I dare you,” she said, in a way that told her she meant it, meant every damned word.

The world could burn tomorrow, and as long as it left her behind, she wouldn’t lift a single fucking finger to stop it. Not after what it had done to her.

“Siuan-” Moiraine murmured, but placatingly this time, finally reading the guilt in her eyes and in the slump of her shoulders.

Siuan shook her head, lips pressed together against the sudden lump that tightened in her throat, threatening to burst free in a sob. Eyes squeezed shut to hold in her tears, it was a long moment before she was able to control herself enough to speak. Moiraine gave her that time, though she took her hands in both of her own and held tightly, somehow trying to give her comfort, after all that she’d been through and lost.

Bloody woman. Siuan loved her. She loved her so much it should have burned her up years ago. Like the feeling she had from trying to hold too much saidar at once, the threat was always there that this thing was so powerful, so beyond human hands that it could consume her. Yet she held to it anyway, for without it, what was the point of living at all?

“I should never have let you come here alone,” she managed to get out, throat constricted and words choked off, forcing her to take a breath and a moment to gather herself.

Tears escaping from her at last, but she wiped them away angrily, because she didn’t deserve to cry over what she’d done, shouldn’t have had the fucking audaciy to attempt to grieve for a thing she hadn’t lost, but had taken away.

“I should never have told you about those damned dreams,” she whispered, smacking her clenched fist against her thigh in anger, “I should never have been so stupid to believe them myself. I should have known it was a trap, should have known, after all we’d been through all those years, that it was too bloody good to be true. It couldn’t be that easy,” she murmured harshly.

Meeting Moiraine’s eyes, she shared a look with her that only they could. For only they knew exactly what they each had given. All of the sweat, and blood, and tears, and time that they had to sacrificed to see this done.

“I shouldn’t have sent you away from me,” she said, and her voice cracked, tears spilling from her eyes before she could hold them back, “I should have kept you in that Tower at my side where you would have been safe, where you belong. I should never-"

"Shh,” Moiraine interrupted softly, taking Siuan’s face between her hands, such a gentle expression on her face that it would break the heart of the Dark One himself to see it.

Placing a gentle finger on her lips to silence her, Moiraine smiled for her. She replaced the finger with her mouth a moment later, kissing her over and over again, as she had done for her before, kissing away her sadness and her sins.

“This is not your fault,” she assured her, kissing away her tears.

Pressing their foreheads together, Moiraine placed her hands on the side of her head to hold her in place, knowing that she wanted to draw away, disgusted with herself and what she’d allowed to happen.

Somehow those words hurt more than the condemnation she deserved. It would have been better if she’d screamed. It would have been better if she had ranted and raved at her. It would have been better if she had been pacing up and down right now, beside herself with rage. She’d rather have heard that she despised her, that she never wanted to see her face again, that exile was the best thing that had ever fucking happened to her, because it meant she wouldn’t have to be within a hundred miles of her again as long as they both lived.

That was what she deserved. Anger, and blame, and judgment. Not forgiveness. Not gentleness. Not from this woman. This woman who had lost everything, and now wanted to give up the last remaining shreds of her tattered heart so that she might repair the scars on her own.

“Moiraine-” she began, but Moiraine, looking for a moment like her old self, suddenly shook her head, glaring in a way that could silence kings on their thrones and generals on their own battlefields, a look that neither expected nor tolerated interruption or dissent.

“Enough, Siuan,” she said, her voice sounding more brittle than it would usually have done, but still with a core of iron in it that had stiffened her spine and kept her standing all these years. “It is done,” she continued harshly, “You trying to convince me that you are to blame, and that I should hate you, or scream at you, or demand that you put it right when you can do no such thing will not help me. It will not help anything.”

All at once her shoulders slumped, that iron will seeming to bleed from her, a momentary spark that could not catch to burn as she might usually have done. Siuan instinctively pulled her in close, giving her that support, keeping her upright when she could not manage it on her own any longer.

“I do not have the strength to argue with you about this right now,” she confessed tiredly, so tiredly, “So please, please,” she repeated, a thread of desperation binding that word to her, “Do not make me,” she breathed, her body all but caving in on itself with exhaustion.

“Alright,” Siuan murmured to her, unable to stand being responsible for her carrying any more of burden than she had already been asked to bear, “Alright, love, alright.”

“Besides,” Moiraine said, in that tone that meant she was shifting into her role as Moiraine Sedai, business-like and more formal, “There are other things that happened at the Eye we must discuss.”

"That doesn't matter now,” Siuan hissed with a kind of furious disbelief that she would try and do this now. Cradling Moiraine’s face in her hands again, tilting it up so that she met her eyes. Chin held high, Siuan nodded firmly and said, “You are what matters.”

They were words that Moiraine had likely never believed in her life, no matter how many times they had been spoken to her over the years. But she would know them in her very blood and bones before the night was out, Siuan would see to that. Light help her she would.

“You are all that matters,” she added fiercely, in a tone that meant no arguments, a voice she had perfected as the Amyrlin, which had been known to send centuries old Aes Sedai scurrying for cover at the sound of it.

Moiraine, being Moiraine, tried to push her luck anyway.

"The Dark One-" she started, sounding insistent, a slight stubborn jut to her jaw, which was good to see, even as it threatened to frustrate the tits off of her. It meant there was still a spark of life in her yet, hiding behind those dark, fathomless eyes.

"Hush,” Siuan growled at her, “I don't want to hear this from you,” she said firmly. "Lan can tell me," she snapped tersely, before Moiraine could try and protest further, "Anyone can tell me. Or no one," she added flatly, an edge of desperation to have this done so she could focus on her properly, "It's not important to me at the moment."

"I am the thing here that is not important," Moiraine said with a bitter little laugh.

She shuddered in her embrace, drawing away, arms wrapping around herself. When she next spoke, her voice was so terrifyingly small and faint, as though she was a girl again, speaking to her from so far away, out of reach, beyond her ability to help even though she was right here with her.

"I failed, Siuan," she whispered, sounding so cold, and so fragile when confronted with this thing, this awful thing she feared and hated more than even losing her connection to the Source. "I failed you. I failed Lan. I failed this world," she muttered, despair in every quivering, anguished line of her face, "The Dragon is gone. I fear that we released something at the Eye, something that should not have been let loose. And I- I can no longer channel,” she choked on that truth, her next words strangled and taut, “I am not worth-"

"You finish that sentence, Moiraine, and I will never forgive you,” Siuan cut in sharply, her voice shuddering with rage and emotion, “Never,” she added in a violent hiss of warning.

Moiraine froze, swallowing hard. Siuan gently caressed her face, taking the sting out of her words and trying to soothe her.

“You are everything to me,” Siuan murmured quietly, leaning in and holding her close. This time she kept Moiraine in place, stopping her from pulling away in her despair. “All this time we’ve been apart, hunting for the Dragon, preparing this world for what we know is coming,” she whispered, “All this time we’ve been fighting this war together. What the fuck do you think I have been fighting it for if not you?" she breathed, gripping her face between her hands and pulling her in, touching their foreheads together and gently stroking her fingers through her hair as she leaned in and kissed her through the tears that now fell from both of them.

"I don't think that I can fight anymore, Siuan,” Moiraine rasped, looking up at her and shaking, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

A moment later her body slumped against hers, forehead against her shoulder, her eyes closed, all of the strength suddenly bleeding from her body, leaving her trembling in her arms.

"Don't you say that,” Siuan whispered, feeling tears choking up her throat, “Don't you dare look me in the eye and say those words to me,” she said, unable to stand hearing that.

She could not stand the thought that she had done this to her. She had done with the Sun Palace, and the White Tower, and the Black Ajah, and countless darkfriends, and shadowspawn, and the bloody Dark One himself had never managed. She had broken Moiraine. If she said this, if she felt it, if she truly believed it, in her heart, then Siuan would have broken her, and that was utterly unbearable to her.

“Don’t tell me that. Not when I know that you wouldn’t let a single fucking thing stop you from doing what you thought was right if it was for anyone or anything else,” she said, forcing herself to be strong, and firm, when all she wanted to do was crumple beside her, and weep, and beg for her forgiveness, “You never have. You never will,” she said quietly, “I know you, I know you,” she said again.

Taking her chin between her hands, she gently tilted her face up so she looked up at her again.

“I still need you to fight for the world, Moiraine. My world,” she breathed emphatically, “Because that is you,” she choked quietly, voice breaking on that last word. Swallowing, she ducked in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, needing her, needing to show her, to make her believe in that more than she believed in her own destruction. “You are all I have, and all that I care about, and all that is worth protecting in this world to me,” she breathed quietly. “So you are not doing this to me, Moiraine. Not now. Not like this. Not after everything we’ve been through together,” she told her fiercely, drawing herself up and shaking her head in stubborn defiance of the very idea of it.

Moiraine’s mouth trembled, head resting against her neck, shaking with emotion she was struggling to hold in.

“You can fight,” Siuan growled, “You will. Not for yourself, damn you, because you never do,” she sucked in a shuddering gasp of breath, forcing down her own feelings as she said that. Impatiently, she brushed away her tears, and made herself go on, “I know better than to ask you now, when you’re like this. But for me,” she whispered, and hated herself to ask for this now, when she so scarcely deserved it, “For Lan. You will keep fighting for us, won't you?" she begged, in a way she did not think she’d begged for anything at all since she’d been a child.

"Yes,” Moiraine said hoarsely, doing her best to straighten herself again, though it seemed to cost her more than it ever should have to say that for her.

"You promise me that, Moiraine,” Siuan murmured quietly, tucking her hair back behind her ears, stroking her cheeks with the pad of her thumb, loathe to push her, but needing to hear it, needing her to be safe, “You promise me."

"I promise,” Moiraine whispered softly, nodding to her, “I promise.”

"Thank you,” Siuan murmured, leaning in and gently kissing her forehead, "Thank you, my love.”

Moiraine shuddered, and trembled, and pressed in against her, clinging to her, “It was awful, Siuan,” she gasped suddenly, shaking and finally letting that emotion spill out now, utterly incapable of holding it back any longer, she knew. “It was awful,” she choked, nails biting into Siuan’s arms as she pressed her face against her neck, tears hot against her skin, “I see it every time I close my eyes. I feel it over and over again. His power ripping out of me and leaving me with nothing. I have never felt anything like it before, I-”

"Shh, shh,” Siuan whispered, tucking her head against her with a gentle hand, “You're alright,” she swore to her, “You’re alright, Moiraine. You're alright now,” she whispered, and knew that she would do anything she had to do, and give anything she had to give, in order to make that true for her.

"I am not, Siuan,” she choked, voice strangled, breath heaving in and out of her as she tried to control herself, “I am not at all,” she gasped, tears flowing from her once more, “And I do not know how to be,” she said, words tumbling over each other in their haste to escape the tormented prison she had become, “I do not even know how to try."

"I know,” Siuan breathed hoarsely, tears stinging her own eyes again, “Oh boil and char me, I know,” she whispered, feeling her own emotions sweeping over her with the force of a tsunami, at such odds with the tender way she still stroked her fingers through her hair. “If I could give you mine I would,” she told her, and meant it, because it was all her fucking fault that it was gone in the first place. And she couldn’t stand seeing her this way, couldn’t stand knowing that she was responsible for it, couldn’t stand being with her now when she was in such pain, “I would give you all of it. Every last bit, to stop you feeling this way."

"But I don't feel, Siuan,” Moiraine whispered, with a twisted little irony in her words, “I don't feel anything at all."

“You will,” Siuan breathed, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead, “You will, I promise you, I promise you,” she said, kissing her forehead and struggling to hold herself together, “I’m here. I’m here and I am not leaving you this time.”

“I don’t- Siuan- I- I-” Moiraine stammered, fully breaking down at last, sobbing against her chest and clutching onto her as though she was the only real thing in the world.

"Come here," she breathed, tilting her face up and pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. "Come home," she told her, cradling her face between her hands again as she ducked down and kissed her once more, trying to bring her back to her. "Come home to me,” she pled quietly, tears streaming silently down her face as she leaned in and pressed their mouths together, “Please come home to me,” she whispered, sinking down and kissing her deeply again, letting it linger this time, begging her with everything she had to just come back to her.

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Blind Date

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“Oppa, how long has it been since you’ve dated anyone?” Son Hyejoo asked, seemingly out of the blue as she loudly slurped on her milkshake, stirring the leftover contents with her large straw.

“I don’t know, Hyejoo. I don’t keep track of things like that.”

Hyejoo pointed her strawberry milkshake directly at you, unsatisfied with your answer. “Then that means it’s been too long,” she said, her triangle lips forming a pout.

You rubbed your forehead, knowing once she brought something up she wasn’t going to drop it.

“Why do I need to date anyone when I’m lucky enough to rail you every day?” you playfully replied, causing her nearly to choke on her frozen drink.

“Oppa, not so loud!” she said, kicking your shin. “I won’t be around all the time now that I’m starting a new job. And you need some variety in your life. You’re going to get tired of fucking me.”

“That’s impossible.”

You couldn’t say you agreed with her on that. Hyejoo was the perfect friend with benefits, beautiful big tits and perfect thick thighs, the prettiest mouth and the tightest pussy that you spilled yourself inside several times a day, you couldn’t imagine needing anything else.

“I know just the person to set you up with, oppa. She’s single and one of my closest friends, I think you’ll like her.”

“That’s really not necessary-”

Hyejoo wasn’t going to take no for an answer, refusing to back down as she grabbed her phone and swiped through it.

Finding what she was looking for she showed you her screen, an equally gorgeous girl that looked the same age as her with innocent eyes and a sweet smile.

“She’s cute, but you really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense, oppa. It’s time for you to stop being so needy and find a girlfriend,” Hyejoo said.

“Needy? Unless I’m forgetting something you’re the one who loves slobbering on my cock first thing in the morning,” you said.

“Hey! It’s called breakfast, and it’s not my fault you get so hard in the morning.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it is,” you said, as you were met with another kick to the shins.

“Ow!”

“It’s settled, I’ll set you two up on a blind date.”

“Blind date? But you just showed me her picture,” you said, tilting your head in confusion.

Hyejoo sighed audibly. “You’re hopeless, oppa. Don’t you want to know what she looks like?”

“O-of course, but-”

“No buts, oppa. Except hers, her butt is very nice,” she giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

“Don’t worry, she’s very sweet, I think you’ll get along well. Her name is Yerim and she always puts out.”

✦✦

“You look good, oppa,” Hyejoo said as she fixed the collar of your shirt.

You wiped your sweaty palms on the back of your pants as you took one more look in the mirror

“You smell good too. I told you that cologne was a panty-dropper," she said as her lips curled in a smirk.

You sighed loudly. “Hyejoo, I’m not meeting this girl just to get laid. You wanted me to get a girlfriend, right?”

"No, I'm pretty sure you wanted this, actually-"

Hyejoo pressed a finger against your lips. "Shush, oppa. Are you nervous?”

“Y-yes, it’s been years since I’ve been on a date.”

“Wanna have a quickie before? Burn all that stress all inside me?” Hyejoo jokingly said.

“...Are you serious?”

“Of course not, you can’t be dependent on me anymore, oppa. Plus, you need to save that load for Yerim.”

“Hyejoo!”

She smiled mischievously and patted your bottom, making sure nothing was out of place for your date.

“Have some confidence oppa, you’ll do great. Yerim will love you. Now get going, you don’t want to be late.”

✦✦

It was unusual for Hyejoo to put in this much effort, typically spending her days lazily on the couch checking her phone.

Everything was planned carefully. Hyejoo had picked the restaurant based on your favorite foods, the time, and the day, even showing up to your place an hour before to make sure you looked your best.

Keeping up with the notion of this being mostly a blind date, Hyejoo didn’t tell you much about Yerim. They shared the same age, although Yerim was months younger. They had a similar body type and lighter hair, and if you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken her for a younger sister.

You were still nervous about the date, but trusted Hyejoo’s judgement and hoped you were about to waste this opportunity that you had been given to meet a new girl. You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the taxi and headed into the restaurant, trying to calm your shaky hands.

The restaurant was larger than expected looking from the outside, equipped with a bar and seating area as you scanned around for your date.

“Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” One of the hostesses asked, but before you had a chance to answer you heard an adorable voice interrupting.

“Over here!”

You were quickly blindsided by a cute girl that matched the picture that Hyejoo had shown you, abruptly wrapping her arms around in a tight hug.

She had a petite frame with brown hair, a tint lighter than Hyejoo and wore a modest black dress and heels with her hair styled perfectly.

“You’re Hyejoo’s friend right?” she asked, the smile on her face brighter than the sun.

“It would be a little awkward if I wasn’t now wouldn’t it?” you teased, gently nodding in response.

“Oh, well if you weren’t then I would just be hugging a cute stranger,” she said. “I’m Yerim.”

Cute? You thought to yourself as you were broadsided by this ball of happiness. “Come on, let’s eat!” she said, grabbing your hand as the hostess led you to your table.

You were both seated at a romantic candle-lit booth, letting Yerim sit down first as you took in the atmosphere of the restaurant. Hyejoo had picked the perfect place.

The waiter handed out menus and filled glasses to the brim with ice water as you looked over the laundry list of food, unsure what you were in the mood for.

“What’s good here?” Yerim asked the waiter, batting her eyelashes as her vocal tone grew higher.

“Our sushi and steak platter is very popular here. We have several different types to try paired with our signature sauces.”

“Steak? I love steak!” Yerim said, her mouth salivating just thinking about it.

“Me too. And sushi,” you said, as Yerim nodded to the waiter.

“I’ll bring it right out then,” the waiter said, scurrying away with a polite bow.

“I can’t wait!” Yerim said, licking her lips as she carefully unfolded and placed her napkin on her lap.

“It’s nice to meet you. Hyejoo has told me a lot about you!” she said, keeping a beautiful smile etched on her lips.

“Oh, has she? That seems a bit unfair, she didn’t tell me much about you. You’re much cuter than the picture she showed me.”

Yerim giggled as she opened her straw, placing it inside her glass and playing around with the ice cubes before taking a small sip, careful not to mess up her lip gloss.

The two girls were quite the contrast to each other. Hyejoo wasn’t one to care about most things, you found it difficult to pry her away from her gaming chair for anything but food and sex. Yerim on the other hand was hanging on your every word, finding any word you said the most interesting thing in the world without a hint of dishonesty.

Quicker than expected the food arrived, and you both dove in without hesitation, armed with chopsticks like a hunter stalking a prey.

The two opposing foods meshed perfectly. Raw sushi made with fish so fresh it might as well have been served directly out of the ocean, complimenting tender meat that literally melted in your mouth, cooked to perfection and seasoned, salted without excess. You swore you heard Yerim moaning out loud as she took her first bite.

Sharing food with a girl so full of energy was a wonderful experience, her company only adding to the delicious flavor. You were so focused on the fresh sushi that you barely had the capacity to register Yerim unapologetically taking the last piece of steak quicker than a deadly samurai and shoving it into her mouth proudly.

“Ah, you really must be Hyejoo’s friend,” you said sarcastically, frowning at her meat thievery.

"Mmm! There's nothing I love more than juicy meat in my mouth," Yerim said, without a hint of subtlety to her words.

She shamelessly went in for another piece of sushi, trying to add another piece of loot to her food heist as you quickly blocked her chopsticks with your own, denying her the satisfaction as you claimed the last spicy tuna roll for your own.

“Hey! That one was my favorite!” she protested, pursing her lips as her cheeks puffed as she watched the claimed prize disappearing into your mouth.

“Mine too! It was delicious,” you boasted, wiping your lips with the cloth napkin before folding it back on your lap. “I’m sorry, it was rude of me not to ask if you wanted the last piece.”

Yerim wasn’t one to stay mad for long, unfolding her arms as the signature brightness returned to her face. “The steak was better anyways,“ she said, giggling and sticking her tongue out.

Time flew by as you learned more about Yerim, hours had felt like minutes as they passed,

ending the meal with the biggest slice of cheesecake you had ever seen.

The waiter came by to drop off the bill as you scooped it up, not bothering to look at the total as the time spent with such an adorable human was priceless.

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” Yerim said, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was teasing you or not.

Leaving a generous tip, you walked Yerim outside the restaurant, both of you equally full from both the delicious food company as the temperature had dropped, the cool crisp air blowing every which way.

“Thank you for a fun night, Yerim. I’ll let Hyejoo know she picked well.”

Yerim’s cheeks reddened and tilted her head down shyly. “Ending the night so soon?” Yerim said, the disappointment in her voice clear as the night sky.

“Well, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to keep you up.”

“I don’t have a bedtime, silly,” she said, hitting your shoulder as the wind blew through her beautiful hair. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look even more gorgeous, illuminating her milky white skin.

Yerim closed the distance little by little until your noses were almost touching, letting you see the color in her beautiful round eyes.

“I had a really fun night too, but it doesn’t have to end here you know...” Yerim said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek.

Yerim was practically throwing herself at you as you gulped, swallowing down saliva nervously.

“Aren’t you going to invite a cute girl back to your place?” she abruptly said, taking charge of the situation.

You snapped out of it and weren’t going to let Hyejoo’s efforts go to waste. “O-of course. Would you like to go back to my place, Miss Yerim?”

“Of course! I thought you would never ask!”

The short taxi ride back to your place was filled with palpable sexual tension, neither of you muttering a word since you both left the restaurant. Yerim opted for her actions to speak for her as she rubbed your thigh the whole time.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and held the door open for Yerim as she stepped inside, swiveling her head as she looked around. She kicked her heels off and rubbed her feet, happy to be freed of them as her bare feet walked on the carpet.

“You have such a nice place. It’s cleaner than I expected.”

You didn’t know what that meant as you got comfortable, slipping your shoes off as you grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” she replied, awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room until you gestured for her to take a seat. Yerim sat down excitedly, pulling her dress down and crossed her legs as you sat down next to her.

Yerim turned her body towards you and placed a hand on your knee, her full attention yours for the taking as her bright doe eyes lit up.

“This was the first blind date I’ve been on,” Yerim said, leaning in close enough that you could smell her cherry shampoo.

“Me too. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes! I’m still full from all that steak.”

You felt weak in the knees at Yerim’s beauty, the possibility that such a beautiful girl existed seemed to be good to be true. You hesitated to make the first move, but Yerim had it covered as she mounted your lap, wrapping her legs around your waist.

You felt the electricity in the air as Yerim’s lips brushed against yours, meeting for the first time as the sweet taste of her entered your mouth, reminding you of an unforgettable candy.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, the kiss breaking after just a few seconds, leaving you longing for more after just a tease.

“Keep kissing me and I’ll let you see how pretty the rest of me is,” Yerim said, once again without any subtlety. Your hands snaked around her slim waist as your lips met again, her tongue introducing itself and playing around with your own.

“Not bad,” Yerim said as she came up for air, her eyes drunk on lust already. This close you were able to distinguish all the features of her face, her dead drop gorgeous eyes, her cute nose, her luscious lips, it was all a complete package.

“You’re really pretty, Yerim,” you said, complimenting her again as her face reddened and the pale color of her cheeks faded.

“T-thank you,” Yerim said, running a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down.

“I wasn’t planning on dating anytime soon, but Hyejoo talked me into it. I even got this new dress for the occasion.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you! I think it’ll look even better on your floor, though,” Yerim said, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

You had no response in return, suddenly rendered speechless but her forwardness.

“It’s my first time. You’ll be gentle, won’t you?” Yerim asked, the innocence in her sparkling eyes shining through.

“W-wait, really?” you asked. Hyejoo didn’t certainly mention something so vital, and Yerim had just dropped this so casually on you that you didn’t know how to react.

“Isn’t it every guy's fantasy to pop a girl’s cherry?” Yerim asked, as she bit the tip of her fingernail.

You scrambled for words to find when Yerim began giggling uncontrollably, trying to save the last of her charade as she placed her hand over her mouth.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Yerim said, as you felt all the color fading from your face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually a virgin. I am a good girl though,” she said, as she started grinding herself on your lap.

“Are you? I don’t think this is what good girls do, Yerim,” you said, grabbing her waist to hold her in place.

“Of course! I’m always a good girl…”

“We’ll see about that.”

Yerim’s expression never changed, her eyes keeping the same innocent look in them as if trying to convince you of her words. You moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck in several places, diving in and gently sucking on the sensitive skin that you found there, causing Yerim to gasp loudly.

“Take me to the bedroom. I think you’re getting excited,” she teased, as blood had begun flowing to your pants, causing an erection to form that she had felt.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, her gorgeous face a hair's breadth away as you lose yourself in her eyes.

Yerim nodded without hesitation, cupping both sides of your face and swiping her tongue against your lips, taking one more tender kiss, the taste of her lips lingering.

“Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me,“ she whispered into your ear, her expression finally changing as her eyes opened wide. The innocence was gone, swallowed up by lust as she dismounted your lap and stretched her arm out as you led her to the bedroom.

“Wow, so this must be where you and Hyejoo have all your fun together?” she said, exploring the large bedroom with her eyes.

“Here, the bathroom, the shower, the couch, the kitchen counter…”

Yerim feigned surprise for a moment, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Where are we going to have fun together?”

“Wherever you would like.”

“We can start here,” Yerim said, closing the distance and went in for another makeout session as her slender fingers unbuttoned your shirt, fingers tracing your chest.

“Hyejoo left the part out about you having such a nice body,” Yerim said as she planted a wet kiss on your chest, slipping your shirt off your body as she tossed it away.

“Can’t let her spoil everything about me can we?” you said, exploring her body with your hands, cupping her backside with both hands and grabbing a handful of cheeks.

“It’s my turn then,” Yerim said, turning away from you and letting you see the backside of her little black dress. “Help a girl out?”

You let out a deep breath as you approached, grabbing the top of her zipper’s dress and pulled it down in one smooth movement, exposing her bare back. Yerim turned back around with the shyest of smiles, slipping the dress off her body as it piled at her feet.

Yerim rested her hands on her wide hips, presenting her tight body that was more mouthwatering than the meal you shared earlier. Underneath her dress she had on a cute purple bra, showing a hint of cleavage with matching underwear as she spun around and let you see her the thin piece of fabric nestled in between her delicious asscheeks.

The curves of her body competed with that of Hyejoo minus a smaller chest, competing where it mattered with delicious succulent thighs that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on.

“Like what you see?”

“I do. Is this what good girls wear?” you asked as you pulled her in close, hands wandering around before finding her backside again, squeezing her ass firmly.

“Y-yes! I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,”

Her eyes were filled with excitement as she kept them on you the entire time as she slowly lowered to her knees, staring at the bulge in your pants now at eye level.

“Can I?” Yerim asked with widened eyes, demonstrating her ability to wait for permission as she patiently waited. You gave the go ahead with a simple nod, and she swiftly undid your pants, yanking them down to your ankles as the bulge in your boxers became more prominent.

Yerim was quick to free your shaft from its constraints, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your boxers as she divested them from your body. Blood had rushed to your throbbing shaft as it was freed, almost smacking Yerim’s adorable face as it was met with the cool air.

“Wow...” Yerim said as your revealed cock met her gaze, hungrily admiring every last inch of it as she couldn’t keep her mouth closed. Her fingers wrapped around it, forming a tight fist and pumped up and down slowly, precum dripping out of your slit already as you throbbed in her hand.

Yerim had no time to waste, giving a few soft kisses on your tip as she flattened her tongue at the base of your cock, painting slow upward strokes with her wet tongue, swirling against your leaking slit and collecting every drop.

“Mmm, yummy!” she said, and without hesitation she parted her lips with your shaft, taking you into the warmth of her mouth, sucking on your swollen sensitive tip.

“Oh... f-fuck,” you moaned out, your toes digging into the carpet as the pleasure took over, shooting up your spine. Yerim’s mouth was nothing but pleasurable, delivering radiating warmth as her puckered lips wrapped around your shaft, feeling like the softest silk as she applied a delicate suction and hollowed her squishy cheeks.

You looked up at the lights for a second, trying to distract yourself from the intense feeling of Yerim’s lips sucking you off. It didn’t help much, especially when you felt her warm mouth unexpectedly move deeper, causing you to moan loudly.

You almost regretted looking down, watching as Yerim bobbed her head up and down as she slurped on your shaft, retreating her mouth back when half of you entered her mouth as her playful tongue ran along the sensitive underside of your cock.

“God, that feels amazing,” you said, placing a hand on the back of her head, both to guide her movements and to give yourself a necessary outlet. Yerim took this as encouragement, swiftly sliding her lips up and down your throbbing shaft, leaving behind a trail of glistening warm saliva in her wake.

Yerim looked up, showing the hunger in her eyes, spitting leftover saliva as she furiously stroked your cock.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” she asked, your cock twitching in her small hand, answering for you. Hyejoo had told her one of your little secrets it seemed.

“Please fuck my face, daddy. Fill my throat with this nice cock,” Yerim pleaded, letting any last remnants of innocence slip away.

It was hard not to be taken aback by her filthy words that didn’t match her cute features, but you’d be lying if the juxtaposition didn’t send your arousal level skyrocketing.

Taking control of your shaft you rubbed your tip on her soft warm lips, pushing yourself back into the intoxicating warmth of her mouth. You guided Yerim deeper by pushing the back of her head down until her lips met the base of your shaft. With minimal effort you entered her throat, hitting the back of it as it tightened around you and caused her to gag loudly. You instinctively began to withdraw, but the look in her eyes suggested otherwise.

You grabbed both sides of her head, moving gently as strands of dark hair wrapped around your fingers as you thrusted in and out of her warm mouth, gradually testing her limits. Yerim kept gagging as your tip stuck the back of her throat, but gave no signal she wanted you to stop, her lustful gaze suggesting the opposite.

It didn’t take long for your self control to vanquish itself, carnal desires taking over as you took pleasure from Yerim, fucking her mouth furiously and slapping your balls against her chin as her round eyes began watering with tears.

“Such a good girl. You like being used like this?” you asked, Yerim unable to answer but smiling with a mouth full of cock, slurping and gagging on every inch of throbbing hard flesh.

You never stopped your rough treatment of Yerim’s pretty mouth, ruining her makeup that was no doubt meticulously put on as she tried to tame her gag reflex to no avail. You could see by her watery eyes how much she was enjoying this, dripping down her thighs as she kept her mouth open for you to encourage your forceful use of her throat.

Yerim’s hands didn’t stay idle as they worked the clasp of her bra, discarding it from her body to free her perky tits, only strengthening your erection. She held on to your thighs to brace herself, slobbering on your shaft as you kept her throat filled, taking every thrust like a champ as messy drool spilled out of her lips and coated her bare chest.

Your senses were overwhelmed as Yerim had been turned into a mess, her beautiful face now stained with tears and drool, hair disheveled and out of place. You couldn’t keep this pace up for much longer or you were liable to finish much sooner than you wanted to, forcing her head down and holding her there for several seconds before mercifully withdrawing your shaft from her messy mouth.

Yerim came up for air with several loud gasps, messy strands of spit connected your glistening wet shaft to her smiling lips.

“You really are a good girl,” you said, using your stiff cock and slapping her face several times with your wet shaft as she continued grinning from ear to ear.

"I wasn't lying…"

“I want you on the bed. I’m still a little hungry.”

"Of course, daddy!"

Yerim was quick to obey as she climbed up and crawled on the bed, lying flat on her back as she spread her legs for you, offering herself up like a scrumptious meal.

"Come taste me, daddy," Yerim beckoned, biting her lip as she rubbed her pussy through her skimpy panties, showing off the wet spot staining the front of her crotch that only grew the more she touched herself.

Yerim's perfect body was almost fully unwrapped for you, and you couldn’t take anymore and needed to see every inch, wanting to get in between those thighs you couldn’t stop staring. You joined her on the bed and peeled her panties off without hesitation down her sexy legs, revealing her bare pussy and the prettiest set of lips that were dripping with arousal.

"Beautiful," you said as you laid flat on your stomach, positioning yourself and spreading her legs wider as Yerim blushed in response.

“T-thank you, daddy.”

You grew tired of staring and wanted to take action, planting several kisses on Yerim’s bare thighs in different places, never putting your lips on the same part of skin twice. She squirmed at your touch as you teased her, placing your mouth dangerously close to her pussy but refusing to touch her center.

"D-daddy, please-"

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” you asked, swiping your tongue against her luscious thighs to taste her creamy skin, lapping up juices that had already spilled out of her core and sampling them.

“Eat my pussy, p-please, daddy.”

“You’re cute when you beg. I’m gonna make you do more of that,” you said, lowering your head in between her open legs and giving one slow swipe of your tongue against her pink dripping slit.

"O-oh f-fuck, daddy," Yerim moaned as you gave several licks repeatedly, exploring her wet tolds with your tongue. You slipped your tongue inside her juicy pussy, gathering her delicious nectar on your tastebuds and gave a few swipes against her cilt before sucking on it.

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” you said, slurping on her swollen clit as you felt the warmth of her thighs on either side of your face, wrapping around your head and squeezing. You looked straight into Yerim’s round, lust-filled eyes as you ate her out, watching her bliss overtake her features as you lapped up all her leaking juices, drinking up every drop.

“F-fuck, you’re really good at that,” Yerim cried out, her hips bucking with a mind of their own. You brought a finger inside her dripping wet cunt, then a second short after, thrusting into her tight little hole as you kept your lips secured around her swollen clit, slurping harshly on it.

“That feels so good, o-oh my god, please d-don’t stop, daddy…”

Yerim grew wetter and wetter, your fingers being drenched with her slick as you messily ate her out, her thighs squeezing your head tighter as her breathing became shallow. You kept eye contact as your fingers plunged to the hilt, the warm walls of her cunt squeezing your wet fingers, not letting you go.

“J-ust like that, I’m so c-close, f-fuck!”

You kept firm pressure on her clit as her moans grew stronger and longer, lips suckling harshly on her sensitive nub as you helped her chase what she was desperate for, drinking in her nectar as it filled your mouth.

“D-daddy, I-I’m going to cum!”

Yerim suffocated you with her thighs as you kept your lips on her clit, fucking her with your fingers without mercy as grabbed onto your head, pushing you deeper into her delicious pussy as she couldn’t take it any more.

“O-oh, oh my god, daddy, I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s muscles tensed up as her toes curled, flooding your mouth with her sweet succulent honey. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as you helped her hit her peak, her thighs trembling around your head, smearing her juices all over your lips and chin, drowning you with her pleasure.

It was loud and messy, an unforgettable clmax for Yerim as you helped her come down from it gently, slurping with less force and removing your lips from her sensitive clit. Your fingers however, stayed deep inside her as her thighs lost the power they held around your head.

“I want you to cum again for me,” you ordered, pumping your fingers furiously inside her dripping tight hole, her wetness sucking you in.

“I-I can’t, p-please, daddy, I’m still sensitive…”

“You said you’re a good girl didn’t you? I want you to cum one more time.”

You had no plans of letting up, both fingers buried to the hilt inside Yerim’s pussy, keeping up the stimulation on her body as you felt her cunt pulsating again. The wet squelch of her warm hole filled the room as you never stopped moving, keeping her pussy filled as tears welled up in her sparkling eyes as you demanded another orgasm out of her.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you can do it. One more time, I want to see how wet you can really get.”

“P-please, I-I, f-fuck, o-oh fuck!”

Yerim was a beautiful squirming mess, her thighs covered in her own juices as she let out desperate gasps and moans, the intense stimulation overwhelming her body and all her senses.

“D-daddy, p-please!”

You weren’t planning on stopping until you got what you wanted and what Yerim deserved. Your wrist felt like it was on fire as fingers were kept curled inside her heat, moving frantically with one goal in mind.

Yerim barely had time to register the growing knot in her abdomen, still focused on the intense aftershocks running throughout her body that she quickly came without warning. Her orgasm was much stronger as slick juices gushed out of her sensitive pussy that forced your fingers out of her as she squirted all over you and the bed, staining the sheets and leaving a dark mess on the bed.

Yerim shook uncontrollably as her second consecutive orgasm winded down, you helped her out by caressing her thighs to calm her down, rubbing her pussy with your palm.

“P-please, s-stop, I can’t take anymore, p-please,” she begged, and you had your fill, ceasing any form of contact as her sounds of gasping heightened, her chest uninterruptedly heaving up and down.

“Good girl. Are you okay?” you asked, making a show of cleaning your fingers off with her juices.

“Y-yes, I’m fine, daddy. That was intense, I’ve never had anyone do that before,” she said, struggling to form full syllables.

You patiently waited for Yerim to regain her composure, giving all the time she needed. It took several moments for the trembling in her body to control itself, as the lustful gaze in her eyes returned, and you knew that meant she was ready for the next step.

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?”

“If you insist,” you replied, getting into position as your knees pressed against the still drenched sheets as you maneuvered in between her spread thighs. Yerim pushed her knees up and feet flat on the mattress as the anticipation of what you both desired was at an all-time high.

Gazing into her eyes with your cock in hand, you eagerly lined yourself up with Yerim’s pussy, sliding in between the warm flesh of her drenched pussy lips, stalling your desires to enter her body. You parted her folds, playing with her slippery flesh and refusing to do anything else but tease her entrance.

“P-please, put it inside me, daddy. I’ve been a good girl.”

“You have, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”

Yerim whined audibly as your cock loitered around her inviting opening, spreading her juices around and denying her the pleasure she desperately sought. It wasn’t going to be that easy for you to give in.

“P-please, please fuck me, daddy. I’m so wet, I need to feel your cock inside my tight little pussy!”

“I don’t think you really mean it,” you said, watching the desperation in her eyes as you slapped her clit with your cock. Yerim squirmed as you nudged the tip of your cock against her hole, teasing penetration but stopping at the last moment, leaving her unsatisfied and empty.

“P-please! I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me, daddy!”

You felt like you could go on like this forever, but your own self-control was being tested as the more you teased her the more you wanted to be inside her. Yerim continued to plead and beg, reduced to a desperate whiny mess and starving for cock as you looked straight into her eyes and slid inside her in one smooth stroke, parting the wet hungry lips of her cunt.

“O-oh my god.”

Yerim opened her mouth to let out a moan, her eyes struggling to stay open as flesh entered inside her. She tilted her head back as she was finally given what she craved as the tip of your cock disappeared inside her heat. Yerim was overwhelmingly tight, her walls suffocated your cock and you wanted to savor such an unforgettable feeling for as long as you could, lazily moving your hips.

You started out slowly, wanting Yerim to earn every single thrust. Her silky wet walls felt heavenly around your shaft, her warmth so intoxicating as you slid in and out of her pussy at a gingerly pace. She felt so wet, so hot, so tight inside that you couldn’t help but keep your pace slow at first, wanting to drown in all the intense sensations that flooded your body.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” you said, as Yerim’s body tested your patience as you slid an inch deeper at a time, until you had bottomed her out. Her wetness was so prominent that you were able to move inside her effortlessly, her messy juices lubricating your sluggish thrusts.

“Do you like how tight I am, daddy? I’m much tighter than Hyejoo aren’t I?” Yerim asked as she adjusted to your length, keeping her desperate eyes glued to your own as you began to move more forcefully inside her, fueling your desires to give her everything and more.

“You’re so big, daddy. I want to be pounded senseless, ruin me please!”

“You have such a dirty little mouth don’t you, baby? I’m starting to think you aren’t a good girl after all,” you told her, upping your pace and fucking her harder as you grabbed her warm thighs, slipping into the wet depths of her hot constricting cunt.

Yerim feigned the hint of surprise on her face as she moaned, arms by her side and holding on to your bed sheets as she relaxed into the mattress.

“T-that’s not true, daddy. I’m not a bad girl…”

She struggled to keep her eyes open as pleasure took control of her body, and you felt no need to hold back and began pistoning your hips, pounding her pussy and stuffing her full of cock.

“I don’t think you’re a good girl. But I think you’re a little slut,” you said as you gave her the hardest thrust of the night, making her gasp at how deep your cock fit inside her.

“I-I’m not a slut, I’m a good-ah!”

Yerim’s denial was interrupted as you lifted her luscious legs into the air, draping them over your shoulders. You were able to hit spots you couldn’t before, thrusting carelessly into her pussy as the bed became an orchestra of noisy squeaks and audible moans.

“O-oh fuck, right there! just like that, daddy!”

You had no plans on stopping now that Yerim had unshackled the chains of desire, hugging her legs while your hips went wild as you drove yourself repeatedly into her comfortable warm hole.

It was impossible to concentrate on anything else with how good she felt and the never-ending wetness that smothered your shaft as you established a perfect rhythm and looked directly into Yerim’s eyes as you stretched her out.

“Such a good little slut, taking this cock so well,” you hissed, feeling her pussy clench around your cock at the second use of the word she swore she wasn’t, her body betraying her. Yerim let out wordless gasps and moans as you kept the momentum up with no end in sight.

Yerim’s moans grew and grew as your rhythm sped up, her flushed skin becoming warmer to touch as you kept her filled airtight, her walls pulsating around your drenched shaft.

“You’re going to cum again?”

“Y-yes, I’m so close! Please don’t stop…”

“You can’t. Not until you admit what a slut you are.”

“B-but I’m not...I’m a good girl I promise!” she said, desperately trying to keep up the act.

You slowed down your thrusts at the result of her defiance, practically at a standstill, resting inside her.

“N-no, wait! P-please, I’m so c-close. Let me cum, please, let me cum, daddy.”

You refused until she gave you want you wanted, only thrusting into her body every few seconds, driving her crazy.

“Say it. Tell me and I’ll make you feel better than you ever have before.”

Yerim was left with no other options, frustratedly grabbing on to the sheets as the fire in her abdomen kept burning.

“I’-I’m a slut. I’m a needy little slut that needs to cum!”

“No, you’re a good little slut. Now cum on my cock,” you corrected, reestablishing your pace and driving every inch of hard flesh inside her. Her walls clenched almost painfully tight, her wetness growing as you pounded her into the mattress.

“D-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s orgasm didn’t dawdle, her toes curling into the sheets as her back arched, taking every inch of flesh into her wet pussy. You fucked her straight through her strongest orgasm of the night, her legs shaking in your hands as she came hard. If your sheets weren’t ruined before she made sure they were.

“Good little slut” you purred, letting her legs drop from your shoulders gently as your pace slowed down, caressing her face as her glazed over eyes could barely stay open.

“D-don’t you need to cum too, daddy?” Yerim asked with several shallow breaths, doing her best to form a sweet smile. You leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the cherries on her lips and watched her chest slowly heaving up and down, almost hypnotizing you.

“Not yet. I’m not done having fun with you.”

Letting her rest for a moment you slowly withdrew from her drenched pussy, watching your shaft glistening with her juices in the lights as you left her body empty, whines escaping her lips. Hands on her hips you nudged her as she turned over, getting on her hands and knees.

Yerim settled into position, displaying the naked curves of her body, ripe for the taking. She granted you all access to her delicious bent over body, her head resting on the mattress and her plump ass raised in the air.

Her pretty pink lips were still splayed open after your treatment of her, but you were just getting started, rubbing your painfully hard shaft between her warm buttcheeks as you prepared yourself to enter her pussy.

Yerim’s skin was so soft as you used her cheeks to massage your throbbing shaft, you couldn’t take much of being outside her. Not wasting time you lined yourself back up with her tight hole, poking against her entrance again with no plans to keep her waiting, needing to find yourself buried in her smothering warmth.

Taking a deep breath you looked at the pleading look in Yerim’s eyes as she patiently looked over her shoulder. You popped your hips and slid in an inch inside her dripping heat before letting the rest sink inside.

Yerim gasped as her pussy swallowed up your cock hungrily and refused to let you go, enveloping you in a familiar warmth and wetness as she lowered her head, fingers wrapped around in your sheets.

“Such a tight little slut, aren’t you? You want daddy to pound this tight pussy?”

“Yes, daddy! Don’t hold back this time, okay? I can take it!”

There wasn’t any reason not to give Yerim just what she asked for as you placed your hands on her supple cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and kneading it, pressing your fingertips into her warm flushed skin.

“Fuck me!”

Yerim was just every bit demanding as your mutual friend and fuckbuddy Hyejoo, and if she wanted to be treated the same you were going to oblige her. She was all yours and you were going to make the most of it as you started at a rapid pace, finding a harsh rhythm and drove yourself deep inside, making her scramble for a tighter grip on the sheets.

“You’re so fucking wet. Good girls definitely don’t drip all over my cock like this.”

Yerim couldn’t find a response, answering back only in lustful erotic moans as you increased your pace, moving your hands to her wide hips and squeezing her flesh hard enough to bruise in the morning.

“Harder! F-fuck me harder, daddy, please!”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Yerim so impossibly tight that it almost hurt as you plunged every single inch of flesh in her, making sure your hips smacked against her big ass, causing her plump cheeks to ripple in time with your thrusts as she arched her back high.

“Oh f-fuck, you’re so deep! H-harder, daddy!”

“So needy,” you said, gripping her hips even tighter to pull her back against your cock, slamming into her pussy without mercy and using no wasted movements. You flattened your palm and gave her beautiful tight ass a hard smack that echoed across the room.

Her pussy clenched in response as she let out a loud gasp, and you gave her another slap on the other cheek as her walls tightened around you, threatening to push you out of her body.

“F-fuck!”

“So you’re a slut that loves to be spanked, huh? Hyejoo left out so many things,” you said, smacking her ass repeatedly in the same spot until you left a faint handprint on her pale skin.

“Y-yes! I’m a naughty little slut that loves to be spanked and used!”

Your smacks against her plump ass grew harder, her tender flesh rippling with each flick of your wrist. Yerim’s walls clenched each time you smacked her delicious ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing her natural juices to flood down her thighs.

“P-please don’t stop!” Yerim begged, looking back at you with desperation as you saw tears had formed in her eyes. You gave a brief moment of respite, massaging the sore reddened skin until she signaled she was ready for another round.

You struck her cheeks with more force, winding your arm back to deliver slap after slap, making sure you hit the same part of her ass as found the handprints that made such an easy target. Her sensitive skin grew a brighter shade of red with each smack, each harsh slap made her wetter and wetter.

You looked down at your handiwork, your cock disappearing into between bright red buttcheeks that you found it impossible not to want even more out of her body as you pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her dainty wrists with a tight grip.

“I’m really going to fucking ruin you,” you growled, pounding away into Yerim as if it a fire had just been lit inside you, dropping all sense of self control as your animalistic urges took over.

You were anything but gentle, fucking Yerim with the harshest thrusts your body could give. Shortly after sweat began to drip down your forehead, misting over Yerim’s naked back.

“Th-that’s so good, you’re fucking me so well, daddy!”

Yerim could barely keep it together, her pussy dripping like a faucet as she found it hard to think straight, all thoughts ceased except the hard throbbing cock ravaging her cunt without any care.

“F-fuck, d-daddy! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

Your breathing grew as shallow as hers, the loud slap of hot flesh against hot flesh filled your ears alongside Yerim’s lustful moans as your hips smacked her ass, your sweaty bodies clinging together.

“Cum for me. Cum again for me you greedy little slut.”

It only took until your sentence had ended. Yerim was teetering on the edge and your words and actions pushed her over it, unable to control herself any longer she selfishly took her fourth climax of the night. It was the weakest of the bunch but still no less satisfying, toes curling in the mattress as her orgasm jerked her whole body, and had you not had control of her arms it would have been easy for her to fall face first into the mattress.

Her wet hot pussy squeezed your cock so hard that you prepared yourself to follow in her footsteps, giving into the mind-numbing pleasure and released the grip on her wrists. Your hands found their rightful place on her hips as you pounded her pussy as long as you both could stand it.

“I-I’m gonna fucking cum too. Where do you want it?”

“Yay! Cum inside me, daddy! Please, I need my pussy filled so badly, p-please!”

You had just enough time to wait for her response, your body not waiting much longer, finding it harder and harder to breathe and it was impossible to leave the warmth of her silky dripping cunt.

Looking down between your legs, you used all your remaining energy as your cock disappeared in between her cheeks, no longer fighting the urge to hold back anything as the sweat on your bodies increased, as did the harsh sounds of your bodies slapping against one another.

You reached your peak with ease thanks to the vigorous use of Yerim’s body. It was just too much to handle as your pulsating shaft erupted inside her, moaning loudly and sending shot after shot of thick semen into the suffocatingly tight walls of her heavenly wet pussy.

Using all the energy you had left you finished up your final thrusts, slowing down the movement of your hips and ensuring not a drop was left. You were both exhausted, tired gasps and heavy panting filled the room but you couldn’t help but give her backside one more squeeze as your cock rested inside her.

“You came so much...it’s so warm…”

Once your senses had recovered and you withdrew an inch at a time as your depleted cock slipped out of Yerim’s freshly fucked pussy, leaving a stream of thick milky cum leaking out of her that dripped down her thighs, mixing with the already prevalent juices that had ruined your bedsheets.

You had just enough energy to let your tired self plop on the tortured mattress, Yerim crashing on top as your sweaty bodies melded together in a mess of limbs.

“That was amazing…” Yerim managed to mutter out, drained syllables barely leaving her sweet lips in a coherent sentence, her head resting on your chest while you draped an arm over her back, pulling her in tight.

“Do you want to clean up? My shower is big enough for two,” you said, making Yerim drip between her messy thighs again as you fixed strands of sweaty disheveled hair out of place.

“I can barely move,” Yerim giggled, flashing a weak smile.

“Don’t move then. Take all the time you need.”

“This was a wonderful date. Thank you, daddy.”

Yerim quickly fell asleep in your arms, out like a light. You were about to follow her until a buzz on your nightstand interrupted you from doing so.

Hyejoo deserved some credit, and you’d had to thank her in the morning. For now all you could do was drift away to sleep, thankful for the amazing night with Yerim and also that she wasn’t a snorer.

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