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jellyclogs · 1 year

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One piece characters reacting to you calling them Darling

characters: Kid ,Ace, Mihawk, Shanks ,Katakuri

y/n has she/her pronouns

Tigger warning: Some cussing

Kid

"Hello Darling," you purred walking into his workshop. You put on a sweet smile. If this ended poorly killer would owe you an arm and a leg.(hopefully not literally)

Kid froze, setting down the project he'd been working on before looking at you. He looked incredulous studying you. His cheeks flushed softly, " Don't" He growled. His yellow eyes were sharp.

"Don't what darling?" You hummed tilting your head. You were doing your best to project nothing but pure Innocence. This bet could go poorly with your captain's temper. Killer had bet you a pretty penny that you couldn't get Kid to submit to you calling him darling.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Kid huffed not looking at you his hands fiddling with whatever project he was working on. His cheeks were visibly red. No one in their right mind would believe you if you told them just how easily flustered the gruff man was.

“Of course not,” you hummed stepping up behind him and gently beginning to rub his shoulders, “I wouldn't dream of it.” you smiled feeling his trying not to relax at your touch.

“What do you want?” he growled aimlessly fidgeting with a screw, you sure were laying it on thick.

“I just wanted to check in on you, you been in here all day and I wanted to see if you had eaten. You know skipping meals isn't healthy darling.” you purred directly into his ear, this would either break him or make him break you.

Kid whirled around in his seat pulling you down to eye level, “What is with this darling shit?” your stomach was fluttery seeing his red cheeks.

You gave a frown, “Do you not like it?” you did your best to look like a kicked puppy… you were really good at that.

“I- Well.” he fumbled his words before crossing his arms, “If you call me that when any ones around you'll be swimming to the next island.” you could see the gears in his flustered mind turning.

You smocked kissing the tip of his nose, “Ofcores Darling.” you slipped from his grasp and made your way back to the entrance of his work shop before turning and looking over your shoulder, “You really should go get something to eat.” you chimed leaving him to his work. You had a nice little bounty to go collect from Killer.

Ace

“Darling you smoldering,” you whined trying to pry yourself from the pyromaniac’s vice of a hug. You know he was about as drunk as he could get which meant big words were your best weapon. If you said something he didn't understand his brain would work overtime and his grip on you would no longer be squishing your organs.

His body went stiff for a moment before he melted again looking up two you from between your breasts, “So I'm your darling?” he giggled. Before baring his face back in your chest and repeating, “I'm your darling.” into you.

You whine again, he clung to the wrong word, you bit your lip before trying again, “Ace you are sweltering. If you keep clinging to me like this I will melt.”

“You can't melt,” he snuggled in closer, “You're not made of wax.”

An idea sparked in your mind one that might just free you, “Ace you’re, not my darling, Marco is but if you beat him in a fight you can be my darling.”

Ace instantly let you go looking into your eyes before fully standing up, “I'm gonna beat up that dumb pineapple.” and then he was gone.

“What did marco do?” one of your crew mates asked smiling down at you.

“He told a drunken ace that i needed to be protected,” you smirked up your crew mate, “Aka he is the intier reason i had that flame brain smothering me.” you huffed.

The man lagged pating your head, “well get the hell out of doge befor ace finds him.”

“I’I’ sir,” you gigel giving the man a salute and standing up. Now you could finally begin the walk to your bunk, and finally you could go to bed.

Mihawk

“Hello darling,” you gave the swordsmen the most innocent smile you could muster.

Mihawk’s golden eyes shot up from the paper in his hands the look on his face anything but pleasant, “What did you do?” he groaned, his eyes piercing through you.

Yep, you had a filing this is how it would go, “I didn't do anything.” you tried.

He rolled his eyes taking a sip of his whine, “is this the kind of I didn't do anything, where you have managed two die all my shirts pink or the kind where you have managed to accidentally tame the humandrils …again.” his pricing glare was not letting up.

“I didn't know Parona had thrown in one of her red dresses and all I did was show the humandrils some human decency, either way, I didn't do anything,” you repeated putting stress on the I.

His eyes glazed over as he understood the situation, “Are you going to tell me what the two of them got up to?” he mused, swirling the wine in his glass.

“Now what fun would that be?” you giggled coming to stand next to him, “plus id much rather watch the two of them try to explain it by themselves.”

Mihawk shifted his newspaper and patted his lap. “Did you try to talk them out of this?” he sighed in defeat.

“Of course I did,” you hummed slipping into the man's lap.

“Of course you did,” he groaned leaning his head back clearly regretting adopting the feral children that washed up on his island.

“Just be prepared to watch the world burn my darling.”

Shanks

“Say it again,” he hummed with a goofy smile, on arm wrapped around your waist as you cooked.

“It was supposed to be condescending.” you hissed as you stirred the boiling pasta. You told lucky rue he could have a break from cooking tonight. Your main goal, trying to get away from your captain. It did not work.

“But it’s so nice hearing it from you.” he nuzzled into your neck, his stubble scratching you softly, “Say it again,” purred.

“No.” it took all you had not to stomp your foot.

“Come on aren’t I, your Darling?” he chucked into your neck.

“IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CONDESCENDING!” you yelled.

“Aw are you too flustered to admit it now?” he teased.

“You are not my darling I was being condescended!” you tried in vain to get your captain to let go. You had dug your own grave and he would make sure to bury you deep in it.

“Oh no you can't take it back.” he squeezed you gently.

“Shanks I will start kicking.” you decided fuck it if words don't work violence.

“Just say it one more time and ill leave you alone.” he kissed your neck.

You sighed before giving in, “Darling if you don't leave me alone after this i will feed everyone but you.”

“Your so mean,” he laughed letting go of you and snatching up a bottle of sake on his way out of the kitchen.

Katakuri

“Darling would you please put me down,” you mused softly from your seat on his shoulder. He had been keeping you there your entire trip to the market.

“You know using pet names won't get me wrapped around your cute little finger.” Katakuri smiled, looking over the goods for sale, " plus you'll be lost in this crowd and I don't need to lose my little wife."

"But darling i want to look around and do a little shopping myself " you whined gently patting his cheek.

“What do you want? A dress some sweets?” he picked up an appel studying it.

“Its a farmers market, i wanna look at all the pretty jewlery and art.” you begged. It was always fun to look around and see what people could make.

“Fine, ill set you down.” katakuri smiled planting a kiss on your cheek, “Meet me at the fountain in 30 minutes.”

“Ok i will darling.” you kissed his cheek than slipped off his shoulders to go wander.

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meaningofaeons · 10 months

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i absolutely love the way you write jing yuan! can you do some general domestic hcs for him? like him coming home after a long day at work and what'd you'd do together?

or on the weekend, where he doesn't have work, some cute sleeping in shenanigans before reader has to drag him out of bed

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ mundanities

⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 803 ⊹ notes - gn!reader

hi anon!! ty for the req!! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get around to it </3 hope you enjoy !!! (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

Now, Jing Yuan is a man of dignity.

He's the General of the Xianzhou Luofu, for Aeons' sake. Though he may nap on the job occasionally, nobody would ever question his status and majesty.

Well, nobody except for you.

It's difficult to take him seriously when he's composed one minute on screen, delivering a speech to the masses with poise and honor, and the next thing you know he's practically flopping into your arms once he gets home, completely deadweight.

Even if you wanted to scold him for throwing himself at you, it's impossible.

The General looks like a puppy when he gazes up at you, sleep-ridden expression doing nothing to get rid of the shine in his eyes upon seeing you.

"I'm home, my dear."

And his honey-like voice soothes your senses the moment he greets you.

He sounds so unbelievably happy and relieved, it's adorable.

Jing Yuan doesn't really enjoy doing anything too excitable or bothersome after a long day at work.

Really, if he had his way, he'd spend every day (working or no) in your arms, snuggled up in bed. Maybe with Mimi cuddling you two as well.

He's not opposed to some activities, though.

If you offer a game of chess or a walk around the gardens of Central Starskiff Haven, it's unlikely he'd deny you no matter how tired he is

But sometimes he will have to gently let you down—especially so if he's already made his way to bed and can't bring himself to rise from the plushness of the mattress.

(If you do end up going out, halfway through the walk or chess game he's probably going to hang off your shoulder and start snoozing lightly)

Jing Yuan can nap and doze just about anywhere and everywhere, but when he's in bed, there's not a chance in Hell of waking him.

Let him hold onto you, though.

Even if he'd rather not do anything at all once he's off work, he's still quite clingy to you.

Will groan and grumble like a child if you need to go on an errand or some such

Tries very hard to convince you to just stay with him.

Please bend to his will!! He works so hard, just let him enjoy the time he has to snuggle up to you

Stroke his hair, run a gentle caress over his face, he'll melt into your touch

Odds are he either gets home very very late and it's time for bed anyhow, or he gets home midday/afternoon and sleeps enough to ruin his bedtime

If it's the latter, he might be the one to ask you to take a walk and admire the stars together, surprisingly.

Jing Yuan is like a cat in that he can kind of sleep as much as he wants to, but sometimes he appreciates going out with you more than cooping up inside!

Now onto the weekends... You can't tell me this man is the worst on days off.

No need to get up for work? To him, that's as good as 'no need to get up at all.'

Obviously, there's stuff to be done around the house, or he made a promise to train with Yanqing that he may have forgotten about once he felt your hand stroking his white locks in the morning...

Not to mention, not only does he not get out of bed himself, but he has a vice grip on you making it so you can't get out of bed.

"Jing Yuan, darling. I need the restroom."

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"I'll come right back."

"Ugh..."

I swear, if you thought he was petulant about you leaving during his afternoon naps, he's a whole new breed of childish in the morning if you so much as scoot away from him a bit

Forget about getting him up to do any chores or run any errands.

It'd be a miracle if you yourself managed to get out and finish them.

Once you manage to escape his grasp and run the errands you need to take care of outside of the comforts of your home, you will in most cases return to a somewhat guilty Jing Yuan who has taken care of the household chores in your absence.

You had scolded him to get up and get ready to go ten times before giving up, so the guilty conscience it put on him was very deserved, but...

He may be a bit lazy, but he's far from a slob, and he's certainly not ungrateful enough to you to let the household work go unfinished in your absence.

Besides... once your warmth had vanished from beside him, he found it a bit easier to drag himself up.

He's quick to latch right back onto you when you get home, though.

#jingyuan #jingyuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #anon

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seaslugfanclub · 4 months

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Yayyyy, asks are open! So anyways, I remember in the favorite villain request that Jafar mentioned about helping Reader with unsavory guests, can we get a scenario of Reader dealing with those kinds of guests? You can use any villains you’d like lol

Losers, Creeps, and Weirdos

TW: Creepy park guest being gross!

It was a good day. Pleasant temperatures, manageable crowds, and full staff. (Y/N) thought that it’d be one of those rare occasions where they’d be able to go home early.

Of course, the universe has a cruel sense of humor.

It was halfway through (Y/N)’s shift, and they’d been scheduled to walk around Magic Kingdom, helping guests with directions and keeping a general eye on things. And from afar everything seemed normal, a couple Disney characters walking around and interacting with guests, but (Y/N) noticed after a while that a lone male park guest was constantly trailing behind Princess Aurora.

(Y/N) tried to brush it off at first, thinking that the guy was a little socially inept, just wanting an autograph. But the way the man was just… looking at the increasingly uncomfortable princess made (Y/N) feel nauseated. It was when the man got Aurora near a park bench somewhat out of sight that (Y/N) began to speed walk towards the two. (Y/N) got there right when the man began to reach his hand out towards the girl, Aurora looking near to tears.

(Y/N) immediately got between the two, making sure Princess Aurora was out of sight behind them as the man looked shocked. And that was the moment the scene began.

“I’m telling you now, man. If you don’t back off right now I’m going to call park security. I swear to god I’ll do it.”

“Are you serious right now!? It’s just a park attraction, your acting like it’s a real person!”

The man was incessant, unable to just walk away. His face was red and (Y/N) was slowly reaching towards their walkie talkie, ready to call security.

“I’m not going to stay here and teach you the basics of human decency, she is a 16 year old girl. Either you leave yourself or by force.” (Y/N) remained stone-faced, arms still protecting Aurora behind them, who was now clinging to their tennis shirt.

“Wha- do you know how expensive it is to get into here!? JUST LET ME-“ He started to move towards (Y/N), about to grab them when a slender hand stopped him.

“-excuse yourself from the premises and never return.. Yes, I do believe that’s the best course of action.”

(Y/N) and Aurora turned towards Jafar, who had his scepter raised and the man’s hand in a vice like grip. The cobra scepter gleamed red as the man’s face went slack, eyes becoming a cloudy red.

“yeah… i should… i should leave…” the man slurred, Jafar letting go of the unnamed guests hand as he began to walk away, his movement’s unnaturally stiff, only for Jafar to grasp the man’s shoulders again, his face twisted in disgust.

“Oh, and while you’re at it, why don’t you take a quick dip in the lake? I’m sure Medusas crocodiles would… appreciate the company.” He crooned as he lightly shoved the man away, for good this time.

The group watched as the man lumbered off, disappearing into the crowd. After a beat of silence Jafar turned around to the shocked (Y/N) and Princess Aurora.

“And I think that we should report this to management, don’t you think (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) straightened out a bit, nodding in agreement, “Yeah… let’s go”

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Upper management was naturally disturbed at the days events, taking aside everyone to get their own accounts of the story. After a report was filed, and both park security and police set off to find the man, the group was dismissed.

Princess Aurora was taken off the schedule for the next few days, and a one of (Y/N)’s colleagues was called to chaperone the princess back to where all the “Good Guys” resided. But not before giving a tearful ‘thank you’ and a quick peck on (Y/N)’s cheek as gratitude. Princess Aurora, bless her heart, even gave Jafar a timid yet heartfelt thanks, before departing with the park attendant. (Y/N) and Jafar now alone in the empty workroom.

….

“I can’t believe it…What you did today was..nice.” (Y/N) looked up at Jafar in awe, a crooked smile stretching across their face.

Jafar shuddered, waving his hand in dismissal, “Oh please, you know better. I was simply going about by business when I saw that… altercation. I couldn’t have such troglodyte ruin a peaceful day for me. You know as well as I do that the only ones that can bother you are us.”

“I know, but you could’ve found another park staff to help, instead you went out of your way to help us. Thank you.” (Y/N) chuckled, laughing even more at Jafar’s disgusted expression.

“Yes, yes, I’m amazing. Just don’t go blabbering about this to the others, Allah knows what’s going to happen to my reputation when that princess inevitably tells her little friends about today’s events. Ugh- I’m never going to live down..” He muttered under his breath, rubbing the space between his eyes.

(Y/N) hummed, dusting themselves off as they began to leave,

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I owe you one, Jafar— oh!”

Before Jafar could react, (Y/N) spun around- reached up and kissed the ex-viziers cheek,

“-As an extension of my gratitude. See ya!” They whispered, before quickly pulling back and rushing out of the room, leaving the flustered sorcerer behind, gently touching his cheek.

“Hmm… mabye it wouldn’t hurt to help them more often…”

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Hope you enjoyed! I hope I wrote Jafar not too OOC 😅 It’s a shame that a lot of people forget that virtually all the Disney Princesses are children, the amount of mature content I’ve seen of them is super uncomfortable.

Oh, and the other Villians totally caught wind of what Jafar did, now they’re all ragging on him.

#disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #self insert #disney jafar #jafar #princess aurora #aladdin

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tearsofcalamity · 8 months

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mr. cold feet p2

⊹ character(s). sampo koski ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!afab!reader (no prns, but reader has female anatomy), dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!sampo, riding, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight edging, slight degrading, reader calls sampo puppy/slut/whore, sampos a whimperer we all know it, reader's kinda mean but sampo likes it

congrats... you found my little side blog .... ;3 head on over to meaningofaeons for p1, but this can be read standalone! also, trying a diff writing style for this blog ^w^

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a nice reservation at the goethe hotel, all on sampo's dime.

the nice thing though, really, was having such an insufferable man trapped beneath you, stuck between you and the bed.

it was only fitting that he be in such a position after all the trouble he'd caused you.

seeing him whimper wasn't all that bad either.

"p-please," sampo murmured, a vice grip on your wrist as you ran your hand over his tent, just barely giving him the slightest twinges of pleasure with each motion.

you'd had him like this for well over a half an hour, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes.

even with the minimal stimulation, he'd gotten quite close to cumming a few times, before you noticed and brutally ripped away all pleasure from him.

"w-when— hah— when I invited you back here, mm... it w-wasn't for this, sweetheart..." sampo tries to coax you, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes. his attempt is interrupted as his brows pull together when you rub particularly slowly over his clothed tip, agonizing with every motion.

"cute names won't get you anywhere, koski. I'm sick of your schemes. you nearly got me in trouble with pela and the other guards last time."

"I sa—aah, ah!—said I'm sorry!" he cries between huffs, giving an experimental buck into your hand. the moment he does so, he freezes up, your darkened eyes sending a shiver up his spine.

"you did, huh? you said you're sorry..." you hum contemplatively, and the man eagerly cants his hips forward again, taking any opening he can.

he almost regrets his cheekiness when you plant both hands on the openings at his hips and push, shoving him further into the plush of the mattress. he whines at the loss of your hand on his hard on, but the pout he dons is immediately replaced by a wolflike grin when you practically tear at his pants to get them off.

"then I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for apologizing. don't you think?"

"y-yes, haah, please—mm, yes!" he whines like a dog in heat, twitching at every slight brush against his cock. you yank his boxers off next, and you don't know if you've ever seen sampo look so happy.

"please! please!" he chants over and over.

"so polite, sampo. such a good boy."

so, you give him what he wants.

precum practically oozes from his tip as he wretchedly thrusts into the air, giving you just the slide you needed to start jerking him off with vigor. he lets out a howl of pleasure, his hands grasping at the sheets, tearing at them as you moved your fingers in a ring up and down his shaft.

schlick, schlick, schlick

he's panting, whining, moaning, not even half sure what to do with himself as you lean down and let your tongue writhe into his slit.

sampo almost reaches to grasp at your hair, to try and get your mouth to move just a bit further down, but even through his hazy thoughts he knows there's a high chance of you ripping away all pleasure should he try such a thing.

as if sensing his desperation and granting him a sliver of mercy, you take his cockhead into your mouth, sucking hard and lashing your tongue across it over and over.

the bitter taste of his pre hits your tastebuds, but it's outweighed by the sweet yelp he lets out.

"more—more, please! y/n, please, please—" sampo's expression is completely fucked out when you glance up at him, tear tracks already prevalent on his cheeks as his tongue nearly lolls out of his mouth.

"g-gonna cum! please—hah! please! cumming! 'm cumming!"

right... he always was pretty easy. or maybe that's just the effect you have on him.

to his amazement, you only speed up your motions, his wanton cries heard and appreciated as his load spills past your lips. he's panting heavily, desperate to catch his breath, a dazed smile on his face as he stares down at you with adoration.

his smile quickly falls at your cruel smirk. then, your hand begins moving again.

"w-wait, wait—ah! ah! wait!" he begins pleading, eyes blown wide as you pick up your pace, thumb digging into his slit now in place of your tongue. he grits his teeth, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty white neck to you as he lets out a loud moan.

you lean up as you jack him off, pressing yourself against his chest as he writhes in place, biting his lip hard. he's sniffling already, the soft noises punctuated by the moans he's letting slip.

"y/n, p-please, hurts, please," sampo begs, pulling his best teary, pitiful gaze on you. it's interrupted by another particularly long stroke, his mouth falling open as he struggles against you. "please! can't—"

"oh, yes you can," you smile wickedly, wringing more cries out of him. he grips the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, eyes rolling back into his head as you bite down on his neck, leaving a nice mark on his pretty flesh.

eventually, the conman's whines and begs for you to stop devolve into mindless ramblings, his pleads shifting to asking for more once again as you bring him closer and closer to the edge, one hand circling his head while the other covers every inch of his shaft.

less cum spurts out from his spent cock once that coil in his belly snaps for the second time, the release leaving him trembling beneath your form.

"'m sorry... 'm sorry, so sorry—" sampo whimpers, flinching as you wipe his tears away, lip pouty, eyes shining. "won't... hah... won't ever do it again, please..."

the poor fool, in too much of a daze, doesn't even notice you lining up your entrance with his, not until you take him all in in one fluid motion.

his head flies back into the pillow again, the pain more prominent alongside the pleasure this time around thanks to your prior ministrations. your walls squeeze around his dick, and sampo moans despite himself, hands finding purchase on your hips.

he begins haphazardly thrusting up into you, catching you by surprise. but it only brings another grin to your face as you watch his eyes roll back again.

"oh? poor, dumb puppy," you huff out, immediately slamming your hips against his, causing him to cry out. his expression has formed into a nice, fucked-dumb smile, a pretty flush on his cheeks as he pants and grasps at your flesh. "you got all the cum wrung out of you, yet you're still so desperate for the little bit of pleasure you can chase. so pathetic. and here I thought you 'didn't invite me here for this.'"

"haah... haah, yes, mm— please, please," sampo whines, graciously accepting your lips as you kiss him sloppily, moving against him with vigor.

"can't even respond properly? too fucked out, slut?"

the blue-haired man nods, going for another kiss. you only grab his chin, pushing his head into the pillow as you quicken your motions. his cock slides in and out of you with ease, grazing that spot in you that makes your toes curl.

"come on. tell me what you are. or are you too dumb to do that? huh, sampo?"

you grind yourself down onto sampo, and he grabs onto you tighter. you can tell by the tears welling up in his lovely green eyes that he's about to cum again.

wet noises fill the space between you two as your juices mix with his cum-soaked cock, an unbearable heat just waiting to be quenched as you speed up.

"ah— please! gonna—"

"that's not what I asked, whore."

your hips slow, and his eyes are on yours immediately, pleading, desperate, begging you with his gaze alone to not stop.

"no! n-no! 'm sorry! I'm—"

"say it."

"I'm..." sampo bites his lip, tossing his head back again when you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. he moans with abandon. "I'm your slut, I'm your slut, pl-please, please, make me cum, fuck! fuck! please, make me cum! lemme cum!"

his words begin to slur together, and you laugh in his face, your cruelty punctured by a groan from your lips as you feel your own peak getting closer.

"all right, all right. go on, sampo," you tease, licking a stripe up his neck and painting his flesh with marks.

"ah— ah! ah! c-cumming! g-gonna—"

poor sampo can't even finish his sentence before his grasp becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as his thrusts go sloppy, his creamy seed filling you to the brim and spilling out past your cunt, overflowing.

you bite your lip, riding out your own high, gushing onto his cock as his warmth pumps inside of you.

you never would've expected he'd have that much left to give after before, but you always did get him going in a way you could never predict.

sampo is completely spent after that, his breathing desperate and haggard as he falls back onto the sheets. you spend a few moments catching your own breath, tousling his blue locks as he stares up at you with glistening eyes.

"so mean to me," he murmurs, burying his face into your neck. you only chuckle.

"as if you didn't lure me in here for all of this to begin with. you knew I wouldn't be merciful."

"lure you in?! hah!" sampo has the audacity to huff and sound offended. "the gall. I invited you here for a lovely, date-like evening, and yet—"

you cut him off when you slowly move to get off of him, his words trailing off as his eyes follow the cum dripping out of your cunt.

"sampo?"

"hey, y/n..." the blue-haired man regains his energy, moving to push your knees apart and slot himself right between your thighs, looking up at you from below. his grin is foxlike. "would ya be opposed to your good buddy sampo cleaning you up a little? y'know, to pay you back for before... the whole mr. cold feet thing, and all..."

your surprise turns into a little laugh, immediately reaching forward to grab and tug on his hair. sampo looks all-too pleased with the action, humming pleasurably as he already began nipping and kissing at your inner thighs, wet with your slick.

"well, who would I be to decline the first well-intentioned offer I've ever received from the sampo koski?"

sampo pouts a bit at that, but quickly huffs out a small moan as his cock grazes the bedsheets, his stamina returning with the prospect of eating you out good.

"I'll do my best to repay the favor~"

#sampo x reader #sampo koski #sub sampo #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #n/sfw #tw n/sfw

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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The Apple Of His Eye (Aemond x Reader)

Comments are severely appreciated please let me know what you think it keeps me motivated

(Y/n) was always known as the realms fairy, to be around her was to feel the undeniable warmth of her character, her gentle heart and sensitive spirit was the reason so many raves about her, it was a rare thing for a princess to hold such zest for life, how her eyes sparkled when she ran around the gardens looking for flowers and climbing trees, her melodic laughter reached everyone’s ears like the sound of a river flow, her mother Rhaenyra had worked hard to shield her daughter from any harm, she would rather put her head on a spike than allow anyone to taint her daughter.

“Princess Rhaenyra of house Targaryen and her prince consort Daemon of house Targaryen with her children, Jacaerys Velaryon, (y/n) Velaryon and Lucerys Velaryon”

(Y/n) clung on her brothers arm as they entered the room, everyone was staring and they were not very good with hiding their whispers, she had begged her mother let her stay back on Dragonstone, as much as she loved to wear fancy gowns Aegons nameday was an occasion she had hoped she could skip over.

Jacaerys placed his hand over hers as she gripped tighter than ever to his bicep, (y/n) gave a pleading look to her brother to which he responded with a reassuring smile, Jacaerys had always been (y/n)s safe haven, a person she could confide in and vice versa, Jacaerys adored his sister, she was everything the world was missing, gracious, generous, wise beyond her years, there was nothing he would not do in order to ensure her well being.

As they sat down to their respective seats (y/n) was seated next to her cousin Aemond, it wasn’t by choice and she could have easily avoid it still she thought it would be better if she sat next to the prince than her brother Jace.

“Prince Aemond, it has been too long since we saw each other last”

“Indeed princess”

Aemond agreed, how voice was monotone and quite formal. (Y/n) nodded to herself as she rubbed the palms of her hands on her gown to get rid of the sweat that was occurring from anxiety, she had not begrudged the prince, on the contrary she could not help but identify a sort of shame within her, she had been rudely awakened by yelling that night only to ran to the source of sound to find Aemond being stitched up and her younger brother with a bloody nose.

The words the prince had uttered were harsh, not harsh enough to take his eye and be scarred for the rest of his life. Her heart drummed loudly that (y/n) was certain it would burst through her rib cage, she hoped to mend the relationship within the prince and her brothers, maybe after all these years the fire of hatred could shimmer down.

“Do you enjoy dancing prince Aemond?”

“I know the steps although I prefer to be a spectator to such events”

“It’s your brothers nameday I am sure you could make an exception”

“I could”

Aemonds fury wasn’t towards (y/n), he had held a grudge over her brothers however he understood that it would not be fair to be vicious against the princess, the only reason he was cold was that if he even gave one smile to her Aegon would take it as an invitation to tease his little brother and her brothers would most likely take her away.

Aemond had fond memories of (y/n), he could recall the pig incident when she was the only one that scolded the others for the distasteful joke

“Stop tormenting him, how would you like it if he did it to you Jace?”

Her squeaky youthful voice trembled, she never took well with such jokes that were only funny on behalf of making fun of others, he could still bring the memory of her running behind him before he got up on Vhagar to depart, the princess apologised for her brothers behalf, she had even hugged him goodbye before she ran back to her mother.

“Princess (y/n), my name is Aden Baratheon, would the princess be so kind to share a dance with me?”

“Of course my lord”

The man was young, taller than the princess and dressed in a fine suit, Aemond scowled as the princess got up from her chair to walk towards the young man, when she placed her hand in his and gave him a wide smile Aemond instinctively gripped his goblet, he should have agreed to dance with her, his second thoughts over people that did not even matter to him held him back, Aemond was unfortunately a man that cared too much about his image.

“I must say you look ravishing princess”

“Well you honour me my lord, your house is based in storms end am I correct?”

“Precisely, have you ever visited our land?”

“No unfortunately, I do not take kindly to the cold”

“A princess like you would be offered the finest of furs, I would make sure of such”

(Y/n)s cheeks started to heat up, her gaze wavered for a moment as she focused on the ground to regain her composure, the lord was handsome, he held the usual Baratheon features of dark hair and blue eyes, they looked relatively similar expect (y/n)s hair was lighter leaning towards the honey coloured side, her mother loved to brush her hair and called (y/n) “my golden princess”.

As the dance continued Aemond wanted to cut the baratheons head clean off his shoulders, he could even picture his Valyrian sword swiping so easily through his flesh, an image that brought a smirk on his lips as he watched over (y/n) like a hawk.

“If I did not know any better I would say you have the hots for the strong princess”

“I must admit dear brother I am more surprised you can still see”

“Oh trust me I am severely drunk which speaks volumes for how painfully obvious it is that your little pecker is finally working”

“Disgusting as always I see”

“I am just saying what’s right in front of us brother no need to get hostile with me, go on then, dance with her”

“For her mother to see?”

“Rhaenyra won’t do anything, it’s a feast, if you keep thinking about our half sister the Baratheon will get to have a bite out of your little peach before you even show your teeth”

Even in his drunken state Aegon spoke some type of sense, Aemonds visual perception shifted from the woozy prince to the twirling princess, she appeared blissful on the dance floor, Aemond felt guilt spreading over his chest for denying her something that put her at ease, Aemond had observed how (y/n) put almost her entire weight on her brothers arm, even when she sat down he took notice of her wiping sweat in her dress, it reminded him of his sister Heleana.

“Pardon me, may I dance with the princess?”

“Of course my prince, we will speak later”

The Baratheon was so bold to wink to (y/n) in front of Aemond, if he had it his way Aemond would have cut his eye out, let him get a taste of what it is like, still for the sake of the feast and (y/n) he withheld from cruelty.

(Y/n) was puzzled over the harshness of the prince towards the Baratheon lord, when his jaw clenched (y/n)s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, (y/n) swayed on her feet as Aemond did not take the lead for the dance.

“My apologies princess, I should have escorted you when you hinted for a dance”

“It is alright, lord Aden was a good companion”

“Was he? Interesting”

Aemond muttered, what was he supposed to say? You shouldn’t dance with that bastard? He had no right to express himself in such a way nor feel anything about (y/n), yet he did. As the dance went on her eyes captured his soul, the grin that rested in her painted lips made him wonder how his fingers would sense if he graced them.

“I must admit I never pictured us being here, like this”

“Why is that?”

“You have been scarred for life because of my brother, it would displease me but I would understand why you would prefer to remain cordial with me”

“Displease you?”

“we were never at odds, quite the opposite you had been a tremendous help with my Valyrian lessons”

“You remember”

“Hen rhinka ñuha dārilaros” (of course my prince)

Aemond was so indulged with the conversation he had not realised they had talked through the entire dance, it was only when she broke eye contact and slightly bowed that Aemond looked around to see everyone change partners or walk away from the circle.

It was almost like a reflex that Aemond wrapped his hand around her wrist to prevent (y/n) from returning to her seat, she raised an eyebrow at the gesture while Aemond struggled to find an excuse to keep being in her presence.

“Would you like to take some air with me?”

“I would love-“

“Sister, a dance”

Jacaerys never left (y/n) out of his sight, his blood boiled at the scene of Aemond dancing with his sister, his mind racing with schemes that the prince had probably plotted to lure his sister in and hurt her, he would be damned if he let her go right in the wolfs mouth.

“I was actually going with prince Aemond outside”

“I am sure prince Aemond does not mind taking that walk alone, isn’t that right uncle?”

“Indeed my… dear nephew, enjoy your time together”

What he did not say was “while you can”. Aemond smiled at the princess and turned his back to retrieve from them his next target was none other than his mother, Alicent and Aemond always shared a close bond especially after the accident Alicent made it her mission to be the safe space Aemond could be honest to her.

“Mother, a word please”

Alicent did not verbally respond, she simply raise herself up from her chair to follow her son out of the room, (y/n) was too busy dancing however Jacaerys watched the mother and son depart, something in him told him it wasn’t just a coincidence that Aemond went to the queen, he shook himself to get rid of the presence of the greens from his mind and prioritise having a fun moment with his sister, it was a celebration after all.

“Princess, the queen is asking for your presence in her chamber”

(Y/n) had just gotten dressed when news of the queen summoning her, it was way too early for something like this which only meant it was important.

“Did her grace ask for my mother as well?”

“Yes princess”

“Alright then, let us get this over with”

(Y/n) had been frightened from the queen, Alicent had never done anything to the young princess, actually Alicent would always hug (y/n) and her daughter Heleana when they used to play together, (y/n) was the only person that could get Heleana out of her shell, the two princesses had been close for years until (y/n) and her family left for Dragonstone.

The walk to the queens chamber was rather short, howbeit (y/n) had started to sense cold sweat form on her armpits, the sensation was similar to dipping your legs in the cold ocean and the waves smacked you intensely.

“Your grace, prince Aemond”

(Y/n) curtsy respectfully as she entered, her mother was already seated directly at the head of the mother and son, it appeared like they had already discussed something that left Rhaenyra with a sour look, (y/n) sat close to her mother moreover Rhaenyra locked her one hand with her daughter, her hand was cold enough for (y/n) to be aware of how this might go.

“Has something happened?”

“No dear, we just have a proposition for you”

“For me?”

“I brought you here to discuss a match”

“You do not have to agree if you do not want to my sun”

Rhaenyra interrupted as she squeezed her daughters hand for encouragement. Rhaenyra internally prayed that her daughter did not agree to this, alas if the princess wanted to marry Rhaenyra would not go against it, she would not repeat the same mistake her father had done to her.

“A wedding match? With whom?”

“Me”

Aemond finally spoke up, (y/n) was stunted still something inside her fluttered, when the prince gave her a faint smile she could not help but reciprocate it, honestly (y/n) had never considered Aemond as a possible match until now, alas she was presented with such an opportunity, this could be the chance to mend all odds within the family.

“I- I am sorry it is a bit of a shock”

“You do not have to agree immediately my sweet”

“No I mean, yes I would be honoured”

“Are you sure? You do not have to rush”

“I am not rushing mother, this is a great match and would help us put any differences aside, Ivestragī īlva letagon īlva enoger” (let us bind our blood)

“ānogar, you always struggled with that world”

“ānogar, thank you Aemond”

Aemond only nodded as a sign of approval to (y/n), Rhaenyra and Alicent watched the interaction quietly. When Aemond asked his mother to betroth him to the princess she thought her child had gone mad, from what she knew they hadn’t spoken in years, even when they were children Aemond was too shy to speak to the princess, they played together sometimes but they had no type of bond that could cause Aemond to seek for a wedding.

Alas, Alicent trusted her son and called for the mother and daughter first thing in the morrow, once she saw the small talk between them it dawned on both mothers that this was no long year of a physical bond, it was a spiritual connection of familiarity, (y/n) was drawn to Aemond due to his noble ways and her soul searched past the facade Aemond had worked so hard to build.

Aemond was in much need of a person that he could lean on, her serene aura worked almost like a soothing balm against the wound that tormented him for ages, her voice resembled the sound of a wave that washed away any concerns or fears, (y/n) was the piece Aemond was missing, she was to be the apple of his eye.

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Three

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Three: The Golden Medallion

“No. Absolutely not,” you respond angrily, feeling the fire lurching up in your throat.

“Why not?” Luffy pouts deeply. Although his physical body is laying idle a few metres away, his face is hanging uncomfortably close to yours - the only explainable reason being that his neck’s so stretched out that it’s formed into the shape of a bamboo pole.

You childishly frown and point at the guy standing beside the remains of Luffy.

“I don’t want to work for the Bull-Boy,” you say.

“Who’re you calling Bull-Boy?” Bull-Boy snaps.

“Our cook is really good, and we go on cool adventures and stuff,” Luffy pushes on with a very underwhelming attempt at persuasion. You want to laugh out loud – it feels like he’s trying to coax you into his crew as if you’re some stray cat – but as much effort as it takes, you remain completely stoic.

Chopper is handled in Luffy’s vice-like grip like a helpless doll, who is then shoved in your nose; the wide-eyed reindeer looks at you in stupefaction.

“Look - our doctor’s cute.”

“She accepts your offer, Luffy-boy,” Gramps calmly says. You snap your head at him with a terrifying, bone-chilling glare on your face.

“That is not your decision to make,” you hiss angrily, fingertips growing warmer by the second.

“You’ve been getting your way since you were eight. So, now I’m deciding.”

“Have you gone insane by any chance?” You bark out as flames lick the strands surrounding your face. Has he forgotten how dangerous both of your lives are? As far as anyone knows, merely existing – breathing - shouldn’t be happening for the either of you two in this very moment.

With a loud Twang! and Snap! Luffy’s head recoils back to his body in an alarmingly fast momentum, his rubber neck slinging back like hitting a homerun. It seems like it’s now Gramps’ turn to be ambushed.

“Really? Are you sure, pops?” The captain bounces, beaming in Gramps’ face, in which Gramps boyishly beams back, completely undeterred by the rubber boy.

“Absolutely.”

“Cool! When can Swords join?”

“Hmm, she needs to repair the Marimo’s swords so…” Gramps taps a knobbly finger to his chin, looking incredibly nonchalant in thought. “Is a week’s time good for you?”

You cannot believe this. A pirate and an old man you’ve known since you were born are discussing your arrangements as if you’re a child moving between divorced parents.

“A week? That’s pretty long, pops. How about a day?”

A loud guffaw rings in the air. “Absolutely not. Blades require time.”

Luffy makes a dissatisfied noise in his throat, making the marimo shoot him a glare.

“Oi, Luffy. I’m staying here until my blades are done.”

“Stop talking to each other as if I’m not here!” You exclaim frustratedly. “I’m not joining, I’m not doing it.”

“Luffy, don’t you think you’re going too far?” Nami steps beside you, her forehead creasing. She glances at the flames rolling around your fingers like serpentine coils.

Luffy pouts at her in confusion. “But I wanna be friends with Swords…”

“Why?” Bull-boy scoffs.

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

“Listen - I appreciate the offer, but I decline,” you announce as calmly as you’re able to. You turn to everyone in the room, eyeing them all with your usual hard-headedness and meaning. “That’s my last say.”

Luffy silently stares at you, looking baffled as to why you don’t want to join him on his adventures so badly. You quickly look away from his questioning gaze, trying your best not to reveal anything across your face.

You walk towards the hardened metallic puddle on the floor and crouch.

“What my old man said was wrong - frankly, I can’t fix your swords, Marimo. Even before they were liquefied, you presented me with scrap metal and not swords. Much to his opinion…”

You stare at your Gramps from a distance, not only frustrated with his foolish shenanigans, but of the permanent glint that lives in his eyes. He’s not underestimating your skills, no. He’s testing you. He wants to see whether you’re going to give out the right prognosis for these blades. It makes you want to roll your eyes knowing that he does this with every client who comes to your shop since you were about fifteen.

“…Fixing some swords would take me three days. Remaking them, though, will take a week.”

The swordsman unfolds his arms. “You can’t remake any of them. They’re all—"

“Wado Ichimonji, Sandai Kitetsu, Enma…” You list off the swords that…used to be in his possession. “We own all the initial blueprints to your blades.”

“What? How?”

Of course, he has a point - no other swordsmith would even dream of having these legendary blueprints laying so casually in their keep. But if you explain how and why and who and where, then your whole cover would be blown.

Being a Kozuki isn’t just for show. You've met multiple disciples and predecessors of different legendary swordsmiths thanks to the privilege of your name. You have worked alongside them, learned from them, been gifted with their precious scripts once they decided that you were worthy of them.

The Enma blade comes from your clan, of course. Your uncle, Kozuki Oden - this is – or was - his sword, so why is it in this green-head’s hands now?The Sandai Kitetsu, too – wasn’t that your own gramps’ sword once upon a time?

And then… the Wado Ichimonji. Pain spreads across your chest when you think of that sword – more specifically, of the previous wielder to it.

When Bull-Boy first arrived in your shop and you began to sense the type and make of these three swords, it completely took you off guard. Imagine a random guy showing up with two of your family heirlooms, and one who used to be your dear friend’s, in his possession, completely broken and disregarded in their sheaths.

You knew your Gramps could sense the make of those swords, too – he was the one who taught you most of what you now know. So why was it that when he was walking alongside him, he was completely relaxed? Not only relaxed, but elated and laughing? It didn’t make sense to you – to you, this guy is a thief. An uncaring thief who isn’t aware of the heavy histories that lay within those blades. It makes you furious thinking back on it.

“Come back in seven days and you’ll see for yourself,” you manage to muster out.

“I don’t get it.”

Oh, God. Is he really that dense?

“We. Make. Swords. Come. Back…Seven.” You shove seven fingers in his face. “Seven days.” Maybe acting it out with your hands will stick better in his empty head.

Bull-head kisses his teeth vexedly. “What is it with you two and the weird words?”

Gramps giggles pleasantly, waving his hand. “She learns from the best.”

Silence.

“You two are related?” Both Luffy and the Bull question.

“Have you been checked out for the whole of this conversation or what?” Chopper exclaims heatedly, climbing over them to smack both on the head.

“Honestly…” Nami says, disapprovingly glaring at them.

Shoving down all the feelings and desires of wanting to form companionship with these strangers, you turn your back and walk to the back door.

“Our shop’s closed,” you simply say, ashamed of the fact that you’re being so closed off. They won’t listen if you act otherwise, you think. It must be done.

Suddenly, a pair of hooves patter in a rush towards you and you feel your shirt being lightly tugged. You look down.

Chopper looks at you imploringly, and utter warmth washes into your heart.

“Is it still okay if we come back tomorrow with Franky?” He mumbles anxiously.

Unable to fight against your feelings anymore, a small smile brushes across your lips as you take in the sight of the doe-eyed doctor.

“We would be very grateful, Chopper.”

He blushes before giving you a strong nod, seeming relieved with your response.

With everyone else remaining silent, you finally take that as your queue to escape from the overwhelming parade of people in the room; all you want to do is to be completely absorbed in your work and to mourn over what could have been.

Later in the evening, as your unexpected guests take their leave after their lively hang-out with popular Gramps, you hear the door to the workshop turn and click shut.

The small domes of light resting on your walls warm up your home like fireflies humming alive, harmoniously buzzing and merging with the sound of your electric tools. The comforting sound of your Gramps’ footsteps close in on your small studio like clockwork, and you’re secretly glad that you’re able to hear them outside of your room once again.

Knock. Knock.

You keep staring at the torn letters that you’re attempting to preserve, your palms gingerly brushing across them like fragile artefacts.

“Come in,” you mumble, adjusting the neck of the warm light on your desk.

The door creaks to an open. There’s a silence as Gramps stands there for a few seconds before he shuffles towards you.

It’s quiet between you and your Gramps when he takes the old bench besides you – once upon a time, that used to be his mentoring seat when he examined the quality of your work. It creaks against his weight, and he grumbles out a little from the struggle.

He searches for your eyes, a kind smile on his lips, but yours are permanently glued to the work in your hands. You desperately try to avoid his attention on you.

“Raya…” Gramps gently says, putting a strong hand on your shoulder. “Let’s talk.”

“Sure. What’s up?” You try to ask as casually as possible regardless of the anxiety that’s dangerously bubbling up in your chest.

His warm hand moves away from your shoulder to place them over your hands, lightly lowering the letters away from your face. You lock eyes with your grandpa, slightly frowning.

“Can I ask you a question?” He cocks his head slightly.

“Okay.”

Gramps looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, his lips pursed tightly.

“What are you scared of?”

You pause, taken aback by this line of questioning. “What?”

“Your fear is palpable. Anyone with eyes can sense it,” he says, glancing over at the cracked medallion resting in the little groove of your desk. The family crest glints sharply across its surface, etched deeply into its golden skin. “This is what you wanted.”

“I wanted to learn and work on my craft – not to become some hot shot back home, and definitely not to join a pirate crew,” you correct while watching your Gramps reach out for the medallion.

The medallion spins heavily within his crafty hands as he observes the damage underneath the glow of your desk light. “Can you pass me the solder?”

You grab the coil of gold alloy from an open drawer, placing it in his open palm.

“I don’t want you to relish so much over what I’m about to tell you, but I think it’s time.”

Your ears perk up immediately whilst your hot red finger lays against the uncoiled wire, acting as a makeshift soldering iron. As gramps sets the wire across the coin, your finger melts it into a pool of gold, slowly flooding through the wide gaps across its surface.

“You have nothing more to learn, Raya,” he says matter-of-factly. “Your education with me is ending today.”

You swallow hard, completely speechless.

“What?”

He looks up from the medallion and stares at you straight in your eyes. “Do you remember how difficult it was to convince the clan to let you go of your leadership duties?”

You laugh out a little, nodding your head. “I had to steal some of your glue back in your workshop and glue my hands on an anvil. They didn’t know what to do.”

“They saw the same fire in your eyes that Kotetsu had eons ago - apparently, you two seem to be like two sides of the same blade. It shocked them so much that they had to change your path right then and there, to let you grow into your natural form, to become one hell of a legendary swordsmith…

“I remember having that discussion with the higher ups. It’s not like they’d refuse a former Shonen, but I wanted to make things clear that I was leaving. With you. Because if you and I stayed, we would’ve been found by the wrong people—”

“And we’d be dead,” you answer automatically. “I know.”

He nods with a smile on his face, heating up more of the gold alloy with your finger. “From then on, I taught, I lectured, I was – at times – cruel...”

He’s not wrong about that. A vivid memory of Gramps throwing away your half-made blades every time you would make even the tiniest little mistake flashes in your head.

“I taught you to fight and defend yourself with your very own weapons, to ingrain into you the importance of the objects that you bring into the world. I tried to make you stronger, to let you work on the thing that you have always loved the most. I tried to always make you into a better swordsmith than you were yesterday. And I hope I was somewhat helpful in that regard.”

“Of course,” you mumble quietly, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for your grandfather.

“You were my granddaughter as you were my apprentice...but now…” Although he’s trying his best to hide his face away, you manage to notice a few tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. “But now, you’re one of the best swordsmiths our clan has been honoured with. Dare I say, I think you're almost on par with Kotetsu.”

The breath you’re holding gets thickly lodged in your throat and you thoughtlessly pull your finger away, staring helplessly at your old man. Gramps turns to face you, forcing his tears to stay in his eyes a little while longer as he slaps his palm onto yours.

Pulling his hand away, the golden medallion of your clan glows as good as new in your hand.

“No one else in the world can teach you now, Raya - except for experience. And you need to see the world for that, Raya. You need to live.”

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

the issue here is i have a recency issue. they cycle out depending on what i’ve consumed recently. so ill forget a blorbo and be sad about it. also i have a predilection for sad little bisexual guys so it’s very skewed

1. one of my OGs is will parry from his dark materials. he’s of that type of male character that is relentlessly kind shonen protagonist who keeps being forced into violence but doesnt want to. also the original book boyfriend next to percy jackson. 12 year old me was obsessed. i loved prince caspian and half the narnia boys for the same reason, and when i watched fullmetal alchemist this was why alphonse elric was my favorite elric brother. (this is also why i love yuji, tanjiro, and deku very dearly)

2. probably one of my first blorbos of all time was elphaba from wicked, hence my old URL. reading that book too early changed my brain chemistry. area leftist of a marginalized identity maligned by society and also bisexual as hell. she will always be my first and forever girly. you can imagine what happened to me when i met wei wuxian, who is essentially the same character. i went nuts

3. the funny little bisexual man who covers his pain with humor and cares so deeply usually goes on the list. one of my first was and always will be Sokka, but percy jackson fills this role as well as my beloveds, Satoru Gojo, and Vash the Stampede

4. funny little bisexual man who covers his pain with humor and is doomed by the narrative could cover many already mentioned but Nicholas D. Wolfwood remains the pinnacle. he’s very important to me. ive made a lot of posts about him but him representing this existential dread that you’ll die before you find happiness haunts me

5. the secondary villain who becomes a begrudging part of the team for comedy also always is a favorite but Greed from FMA has always stuck with me. an embodiment of one of humanity’s sins finding peace because the thing he most coveted became the love of others and not material wants got my ass

6. i understand there arent many women on this list and while i have favorite female characters in many pieces of media they dont often make the top list, however asajj ventress goes on the list. her story even before dark disciple is one of the best in star wars. as u can tell i have a predilection for evil women maligned in society

7. maul is also one of my favorites of all time. they really resurrected him and made him the most compelling in the narrative. the tragedy that he wont let go even in his last moments always gets me. watching twin suns actually broke me. his story in rebels was airing in a part of my life where i really identified with him as someone gifted yet ignored and thrown away and it got me

8. shocking absolutely no one, while sailor moon is one of my favorite pieces of media of all time and it is largely about women, my blorbo is tuxedo mask, mamoru chiba, the like ONE guy. he’s pathetic, he’s bisexual, and he’s also one of my first anime crushes of all time. more importantly he has been wronged by many adaptations and i must fight for his honor.

9. the Doctor remains ever important to me, especially 9, but them as a character. probably the same as Vash and Xie Lian, the sad immortal character cursed to constantly be alone who doesn’t want to hurt people always gets my ass

10. Rapunzel from Tangled has always been a very special blorbo for reasons i wont share online but that series had my ass in a vice grip for a reason

#ask #im sure i forgot somebody important

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 3 ● e.munson

warnings

blatant disregard for season 1 through 4 canon. Forget what you think you know because it doesn't exist here. mentions of bullying / confrontations and small town gossip. mentions of alcohol/smoking and other vices. eventual filth. eventual overload of PDA, holy shit. barb and robin are gay and we're all here for it, alright? + the internalized angst and fears that go along with being gay in the 80's. small town and their crappy mindsets and the way everyone talks and judges everyone. gifted kid burnout / hints of reader having had recent struggles with her own future.

reader/you are female. you/reader are also the oldest Byers, putting you at 21. you/reader are also very confident in yourself despite a past track record of clearly not being that. you/reader have female parts / a certain personality and appearance aesthetic you enjoy now. listen, i left this as vague as possible but know this is me being a self indulgent little shit, so... if less than vague readers aren't your thing, friend..

word count

2640 exactly. If you need context for this, you can find ( part 3 ) here.

(( I am.. fully in the grips of all my bullshit. ))

summary

it's the summer of 86. eddie's just trying to figure his way through his 'adult' life and all the freedom that goes along with. you're back in hawkins for the first time since at least 84, on the heels of a bad breakup and your spur of the moment to drop out of college in your second year. they say people meet each other when they're most needed, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is ( here ) if you want to be added, please click or let me know to add you. if you signed on to this for gareth/steve other character content and you don't wanna be tagged in Eddie things, also let me know.

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And I just want to make love to you

Feel your body heat

Eddie hears Gareth’s drums hit the concrete floor and brown eyes pop open. Glaring. Gareth’s snickering, doubled over and laughing so goddamn hard he’s totally red in the face. “The fuck is so funny, Emerson?”

“Why the hell are we playing this shit?”

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes and he scowls when words won’t come. Truth is, he heard you humming along to this song as you roamed the aisles in the gas station when he bumped into you earlier in town.

And he wants to impress you even though he knows him and you are a dream concept and it’ll never actually happen.But the overwhelming urge to impress you somehow is there and he’s being tortured fully by it, so.. He’s learning the song of a band he doesn’t particularly care about one way or another.

And he’s trying real hard not to make a music video in his head starring you and featuring the more suggestive lyrics in the song.

“Fuck off, Emerson.” he grumbles at last. “Can you keep it in time today? Maybe?”

Gareth laughs even harder and Gareth doesn’t think that’s possible because he was almost wheezing not even three seconds before. “This has nothing at all t’ do with the bartender..”

“Fuck you.” Eddie flips him off as he digs out a partially crushed soft pack of Camels and presses one between his lips to light. “Fuck you, man.” and he’s laughing because the whole thing in itself is hilarious to him. Because he’s making himself embrace and be okay with the fact that guys like him never get the girl.

Because why would it be any different this time?

“I gotta get going. Work, dudes. We’ll pick this up later, right?” Eddie asks his friends as he pockets his keys and begins to unplug his guitar and the amp he bought himself at the end of May. Gareth nods and Ethan gives him a thumbs up, grinning. Jeff speaks up casually.. “Later, man.. Maybe while you’re out and about, you could stop in that store your little bartender works in and actually talk to her instead of staring at her every time she bends down or over, dude? Just a thought.”

“I was not staring. I was appreciating a piece of art, Jeff.”

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“Gonna go hide in the bathroom and cry now, Jane? Go ahead. Go cry. Loser.”

Jane’s fists clench at her sides. Max tenses up and she nudges Jane. “Say the word and I’ll punch her in the throat.”

Jane shakes her head. “If we ignore her, she’ll leave.”

“She hasn’t actually done that yet, Jane, c’mon. I need to punch her in the throat.” Max mumbles back.

Jane’s eyes dart around the crowded roller rink.

You’re standing over by the barricade with Robin, Nancy and Barb. The four of you are passing a soda around.

The last time Jane mentioned the situation with Angela, you made her swear she’d tell you the second something else happened. And you’re her sister now. She doesn’t want to break that promise. She also doesn’t want to look weak and pathetic or become known as the tattletale because according to her friends and her brother Will, that’s not a good thing.

Max follows Jane’s gaze and spots you. She grabs Jane’s hand and she’s practically dragging her across the wood floor as one of the people working the skate counter calls out to the two to get their street shoes off the skate floor. Max raises her middle finger and yelps out over Van Halen, “Calm your tits, idiot. We’ll put the damn skates on soon.”

You’ve just taken a sip of the extra large cherry Coke you’re sharing with Barb, Robin and Nancy as your eyes dart around the skate floor.

You spot Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan sitting at a table on the outside of the barricade and you laugh. “They look so miserable.” you shake your head as you say it and Nancy takes the drink from you, raising the straw to her own lips. “They are. They fight non-stop. Or that’s what Steve was telling me, Jonathan, Barb and Robin the last time we did movie night. They’re not sleeping at all because a toddler and a five month old are apparently not a fun combination to have. Tommy didn’t get some promotion at that new car dealership so they were fighting about that too.. It’s awful, I feel bad for them..”

You cringe. Shrug mildly. “I mean, to be fair, they’re both selfish and childish, how’d they think having kids together was going to work… I said what I said. They weren’t adult enough to play house. I feel bad for those poor kids because their whole little story reminds me of a case I got to sit in on before I dropped pre law… It sucks when the kids suffer their parents obvious stupidity. It really sucks..” and you take the drink back from Nancy, taking another sip. You spot Carol and Tommy looking your way and when it gets to a point where it’s not only obvious but annoying, you give them a sarcastic little wave before turning your attention back to your friends.

“When is Steve gonna let me meet his future ex wife anyway?” you’re only half joking. Truth is, between what your brother and Nance have told you and what Barb and Robin have also told you, you’re kind of worried about the guy. He just doesn’t seem to be in the headspace to be moving in with this new girl he’s been seeing and she’s just.. Immature from what you’ve heard all your friends say.

“He says they’re not serious enough. I’m telling you, she’s a full on airhead.” Robin laughs. “It’s got disaster written all over it and I.. I mean we.” she gives Barb a soft little smile as she says it, “We keep telling him to just hang on, there is someone out there for everybody, even him.. But he’s determined, like.. He wants all these things and he wants them right away.”

“Oh yeah, that’s gonna go horrible for him.” you agree with Barb and Robin. Barb is the one who mentions your most recent relationship. “Why’d you break up with Daniel anyway? You were all about him before Christmas.”

You shrug. Blow at your bangs as they fall into your eyes and sigh. “He’s a douchebag. And get this.. Would you believe he expected me to like.. Give up anything I wanted to do just because we were going to get married? Like… I’m sorry, what? I’m the one out of both of us who even came close to getting that stupid internship before I quit. If anybody’s gonna be the trophy here, man, it ain’t me.”

Barb, Robin and Nancy all share a laugh. “That’s not all though, is it?” Nancy’s staring at you intently. Concerned. Because she’s overheard some of the messages that Daniel’s left on your mom’s machine begging you to at least think about coming back. He claims to love you, he claims that he’ll do whatever it takes to fix things. And you were always such a hopeless romantic, you were always the kind of girl who would try and try and try to make things work until you just couldn’t make it work a minute longer.

“Nope.”

“There’s more?” Barb’s cringing. Robin’s gaping a little. “He didn’t like.. Hit you or anything? Right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “If he’d been brave enough to try he would not have liked the way it ended for him, I promise you that. Nope, if he’d laid a hand on me this would’ve been over way before I finally ended things.” you go quiet. “I caught him throwing away my pills, man. And I found out he was screwing the secretary at his father’s firm? In our apartment?” you cringe a little. “I burned the sheets, took everything that I actually gave a shit about and left him in the middle of the night while he was out of town with his family. He’s called my moms house a million times since he got home on Monday.”

“He did what now?” Nancy nearly chokes on the sip she’s just taken and she’s looking at you with stunned eyes. “He threw away your pills?”

“Yeah. And he kept hinting at rushing the wedding. Having kids. Like… I want those things, I really do. You guys know this..” you rub your forehead. “This just felt all wrong, man. From the word go, I shouldn’t have gotten in that deep with him.”

“That’s crazy.”

“It’s entrapment, that’s what it is.” Nancy’s passing the soda to Barb and you feel a tap to your shoulder. You turn to find yourself face to face with your younger step sister Jane and her best friend Max Mayfield.

Jane is shaking her head, Max is trying to coax Jane into talking.

“What’s wrong, J? C’mon, talk to me.”

“Angela.”

Your eyes flit around the crowded skate floor and settle on the bottle blonde baby sister to Carol Perkins. The one that’s been making your sweet little stepsister cry and hide in the bathroom at lunch some days since at least Christmas.

Because she has a crush on Mike and Mike rejected her.

“Oh. Right.” you remember what you made her promise. And you rub your forehead. Your eyes darting around again just in time to see Carol huddled with her little sister and all her little sister’s snotty little friends and they’re all staring right over at the way you and your little group are gathered on your end of the open rink.

Carol’s visibly shocked when she realizes who you actually are. And when you hear Angela and her stupid little friends laughing it slams you all the way back to middle school.

Nancy sees your jaw tighten. “Hey, whoa.”

“This is not a good idea, __.”

“Sit down. Calm down.”

“Guys, this is not happening to her too, alright? It’s just not. It ends now.” you’re determined as you slip an arm around your stepsister and her best friend Max and the three of you make your way over to the other group of girls.

“Shit.”

“We better get over there, Nance. Remember second, sixth and ninth grade when she got it in her head that she was going to make Carol stop bullying us?”

You clear your throat and Carol looks up from lacing the skate shoes of a little girl with gapped front teeth and a heavily freckled face. Practically Tommy Hagan’s mini.

“Oh hey, ___.”

“We have a serious problem, Carol.” you’re calm when you say it. She’s got a brow raised. “Oh? You think so?”

“I know so. Stop playing dumb. You know what your sister’s doing to mine. You’re probably encouraging it for all I know.” you step closer to Carol as she stands to full height. But the heels on your boots and your teased hair make you just a little taller. You smirk down at her. “Your sister is going to apologize to mine and she’s going to do it right now, Carol.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Carol laughs. Shakes her head at your obvious audacity. You clench your fist. You smirk and it’s calm and cold. You’re not showing an ounce of the fear you did every single other time you tried to stand up to her for yourself in the past this time and Carol doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Oh she’s going to. One way or another.”

“Wait a second.” Carol laughs. “Is this you threatening me?”

You step even closer. Laugh and shake your head. “Oh it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

Angela skates up.

“Apologize to Jane.” Carol tells her sister and it’s so dismissive that instantly, it rubs you all sorts of wrong.

“Sincerely, Angela. If you pull one of those fake ones, I’ll know.. And maybe I’ll help my sister and her friends find clever little ways to make your tenth grade life a living hell.” your hand settles on your hip as you glare at the blonde.

“She won’t do anything, Angela. Just apologize. Because unlike ___ and her sister Jane, we were raised with class.”

As soon as Barb and Nancy hear that and see you going for the huge leopard print hoop in your ear, Nancy steps up. So does Barb and so does Robin. All four of you have your arms folded. Carol gulps as her eyes flit from one of you to the other. “You wanna say anything else, Carol?”

“Everybody knows it, __. You’re trash. Going away to college didn’t change it magically.”

“Really? That’s all you got?” you tsk at her and shake your head laughing. “She’s really losing her touch, I guess.” you say it and share a laugh with your best friends. The laughter dies and you tap your wrist. “Times ticking, kid.. Apologize now. Sincerely.”

“I’m sorry, Jane.”

“It’s..” Jane goes to tell her that it’s okay, a reflex you also used to have, but you elbow her gently and shake your head. “Do not tell her it’s okay. It’s not okay. She doesn’t get to treat you like crap.”

Jane nods. Max smirks at you and nods in agreement and she stands taller. “And the next time she even looks at either of you, you have my permission to give her whatever you think she deserves.”

“But Hopper..” Jane starts to point out that Hopper’s always told her not to fight.

“But Hopper will be fine with it. I’ll take the blame, alright?” you reassure her. Jane nods and takes a shaky breath.

“Apologize again, Angela.” you turn your gaze back to the blonde teen. “Now. With a little more conviction this time because I’m not sure you meant it.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“And you’re going to say it again.. I mean unless you just want me to make sure Chief Hopper knows what a bullying little brat you really are.” you threaten. Carol’s jaw clenches and she glares at you. “Is this really necessary?”

“It’s more than necessary, Carol.” Nancy asserts, giving her a calm smirk. “I mean.. Unless you want every single thing I know about your personal life to magically make the gossip pages in my newspaper?”

Barb and Robin grin and both high five Nancy.

You laugh. “What’s she know, Carol?” and when Carol tenses again, you shrug. “It’s just a question.”

“That’s none of your business. Or hers. If Tommy doesn’t stop telling Steve everything!” Carol’s loud when she says it and several parents watching their kids skate are all looking at her. The four of you burst into laughter.

“C’mon girls. We’ve tortured her enough tonight. It’s actually gotten boring. Let’s go, Max. C’mon Jane.” you call out as you start to walk away with your friends, “There’s a really killer sale on swimsuits down at JCPenney. And I think we could all use a little stop at the makeup counter, maybe?”

“Your stepsister is awesome.” Max laughs and Jane smiles, nodding in agreement as the two of them shove through a crowd to catch up to you and your friends.

And as you walk past the record store, Eddie Munson chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “Give ‘em hell, sweetheart.” he mumbles, having heard the entire confrontation.

Watching you defend your little sister and her best friend has done nothing but made his crush on you get even worse somehow.

But he doesn’t really mind.

Maybe you’re not like everyone else in Hawkins. And friends are always good to have, even if he knows in his heart of hearts that he wants so much more than that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfictions #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<-warnings | idiots in love heavy flirting and PDA eventual filth ● mentions of bullying ● alcohol smoking other things ● see above #<- warning | female reader ● Byers!sibling female parts specific hair/clothing/personality + petnames and nicknames.#fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 total au ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- i had to do this one when the idea came. had to omg.

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reasonablerodents · 6 months

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Kinktober: Week 2 Roundup

Week 2 is here, and this time things took a generally darker tone- which, in all honesty, was to be completely expected from me. Again, thank you to everyone who talked to me about this on discord, helped me sort out my ideas, encouraged me to write wild shit, and everything else!

Have fun with over 14k of Hotchreid smut, courtesy of me xxx (I honestly have no idea how I’ve managed to write so much)

As before, there are three additional tags listed here to give more of the general vibe, but of course- check the actual Ao3 tags so you don’t get thrown off by anything!

Missed week one? Don’t worry, here it is.

Day 8 | This Is Us | Breeding

Established Relationship, A/B/O, Dirty Talk

Besides, Aaron had got Jack and Spencer had never really wanted pups of his own, too scared of the possibility of passing down hereditary illnesses.

But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t fun to pretend.

Aaron and Spencer indulge in their favourite fantasy.

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Day 9 | Only In Your Underwear | Dubcon

Underwear Theft, Masturbation, Dubious Morality

It just seemed so different, so out of character for the shy young man to wear something so bright. Maybe that’s why Hotch’s face was rapidly turning the same colour as Spencer’s briefs.

Hotch finds out that he has a new kink.

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Day 10 | In Love With A Feeling | Praise Kink

Sounding, Emotional Manipulation, Dom/Sub

Before he opens their front door, Hotch picks a package up from the mailbox. It isn’t really anything that Spencer should be suspicious about, but he knows that look on the older man’s face well, however much he tries to hide it.

Spencer knows he’s going to know the contents of that little cardboard box intimately by the end of the night.

Hotch wants Spencer to try something new. Spencer really isn’t too sure about it.

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Day 11 | Tender | Petplay

Bathing, Praise Kink, Bruises

‘Carefully, he peels himself away slightly from the almost vice-like grip that Spencer has on him, and speaks to him softly, using the tone he reserved only for when his pet had been particularly well-behaved.

“Come on puppy, let’s get you in the bath.”’

After a punishment, Hotch decides Spencer needs a reward for taking it so well.

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Day 12 | After Hours | Somnophilia

Non-Con, Coming In pants, Humiliation

‘The first thing that Hotch notices is that Spencer’s kicked his covers off, and is lying spread-eagled in only a pair of loose shorts and a faded t-shirt that’s ridden up, exposing his stomach. The second- and far more interesting- thing that he sees is what the younger man is doing.’

Spencer has no idea why he keeps waking up like this. Hotch, on the other hand, knows exactly why.

**********

Day 13 | Expectations | Size Difference

Penis Size, Degradation, Facials

‘Spencer wants to sink into the sofa and become one with the fabric. He should have mentioned it before it got to this point, but it was far too late now.’

Hotch finds out about something Spencer really didn’t want to mention. He’s not particularly kind about it.

**********

Day 14 | My Insatiable One | Orgasm Denial

Trans Man Aaron Hotchner, Daddy Kink, PIV Sex

Aaron’s hands stroke his partner’s back soothingly. “Well, you haven’t fucked me in a while, have you? And you did say you’re not completely motivated by orgasm, so I was thinking that we could test that out.”

Spencer’s eyes widen and he lets out a soft little moan at the idea. “You mean-“

Spencer is adamant that orgasm isn’t the only thing he cares about. Aaron tests out that theory.

#hotchreid #kinktober 2023 #my fic #criminal minds fanfiction #minors dni #you’ll find nothing here for you!!!#reasonablerodents does kinktober 2023

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years

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It'll be a short fanfic/ long one shot?? Featuring Tokyo Rev x OC. The main "love" interests are Mikey and Draken but more focused on Mikey. It has no name cause I suck at names. Currently I have 8 chapters written but I'll see if anyone will like it before i upload all 8 haha

Please let me know what you think 🙇🏻‍♂

Info:

Everyone is over 20

Heavily inspired by the anime but also been heavily changed haha

No spoilers

English isn't my first language so excuse if there's any grammar errors

Shinichiro is ☠️ rest in peace

Warnings: blood, violence, smut -but each chap will havewarnings-warnings-, character's death

About my OC

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Warnings: violence, mention of sexual things

Word count: 2413

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I was pissed off. After actually being one of the founding members Mikey has the nerve to pick a random guy, especially a guy from Moebius, as the Captain of the Third Division. Even Draken was surprised at the idea but the loyal guard dog he is, he just stood in quiet and let it happen.

I knew Mikey was pissed when I just left the meeting without a word or a permission to leave but I couldn't hold it together any longer, I knew if I stayed I would've either punched Mikey or Kisaki so I left for everyone's sake. I stormed off from the shrine, got on Mikey's trusty CB250T and raced off; I wanted him to know that I was pissed off so I hit him where it hurts. I would never do anything to the bike itself, it's all we all have left of Shinichiro and I respected and love him too much to ever disrespect his memory.

Shinichiro; Mikey's older brother. He was like my older brother too, he was the one who always made peace between us whenever Mikey and I had a fight when we were kids. He taught me how to ride a bike and how to fix one, he taught me how to drive, how to play football and many other things that I had no one to teach me. He meant a lot to all of us, but to Mikey... all he had was Shini. I remember I was the only one who was allowed to call him Shini because according to him: "I'd never hit a girl"

I gripped the hand bars tighter as the memory of Shini started flooding my mind as I raced through the empty backside roads of Tokyo. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to let out the steam; the cold night air blowing in my face and the sound of the Babu's exhaust is exactly what I needed in that moment.

Third P.o.V:

As the meeting has adjourned slowly the Toman gang members started to leave one by one including their commander who was about meet the shock of his life as he and his trusted vice commander slowly arrived at the parking lot by the foot of the shrine.

"Tonight was long, I need some-" but the short blonde man stopped in his track as he noticed his beloved motorcycle is missing. "Where the FUCK is Babu?" he asked with a deep growl as he looked around.

"YO! NOBODY'S GOING UNTIL WE FIGURE THIS OUT!" Draken yelled at the members who were ready to leave.

"What's up?" Mitsuya asked as he got off his bike and walked up to the two blondes. "Oh" he said as Draken just pointed at the empty space where Mikey's bike supposed to be. "Who the hell would be foolish enough to steal from the commander of Toman?"

"I don't know but they certainly have a death wish" Draken answered in an annoyed tone. "Wait... what's that?" he cocked a brow as he noticed something shiny on the ground at place of the bike. He crouch down to examine the small, shiny circular object on the ground. "I think I know what happened"

"That's Angel's ring" suddenly someone chimed in. Along black haired male appeared and walked up to his gang members after noticing the ruckus. "Well... she was piiiiissed off" he chimed with a small smirk. The man who just loooved this situation was non other than Keisuke Baji, Captain of the 1st Division of Toman but also the bike-stealing female's best friend.

"Mikey's gonna kill- MIKEY!" Draken suddenly yelled as he turned around to see the pocket boxer hopping on his bike and taking off with it. "ASSHOLE!" he shouted as he ran after him but gave up after a few meters when he realized he's never gonna catch up with him.

"Well this, I wanna see" Baji grinned as he got on his own bike and revved it. "Need a lift?" he looked at the the tall tattooed man who's ride just been hijacked too.

"Yeah... Only if I'd know where they fucking went" he growled as he sat up behind the long black haired male who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

Angel's 1st P.o.V:

I cut the engine as I arrive at the old carpark that over looks Tokyo. The car park belonged to the nearby park but about 7 years ago they stopped caring about the park and it was left to be over grown and abandoned, same happened with the carpark. Back when Shinichiro was still alive he took us here often, we always watched the summer festival's fireworks from here and this is where he taught us how to ride our bikes. It's a place I often come when I need to clear my head and apparently Shini wanted me to come here too.

"What happened to us, Shini?" I ask quietly as I look out at the glowing city of Tokyo. Taking in the sight; the glowing neon lights, the faint busy sounds of the city I love. It can be beautiful with such a wide variety of people and culture but it's also a rotten cesspool of the lowest scums, crimes and blood. A city driven by ambition and freedom in daylight, but ruled by blood and violence at night.

I sigh and shake my head trying to forget the reality of our beautiful city, I pat the tank gently then get off of her and walk over to the railing and just lean over it. I inhale the cold, fresh night air and slowly close my eyes listening to the distant sound of the still busy city and get lost in the bitter sweet memories.

I don't know how long I was reminiscing about the past but suddenly the sound of a familiar exhaust in the distant wakes me from my memories. The sound grows louder very quickly; I can recognize those exhaust anywhere, it's Draken's Zephyr. Suddenly I get blinded by head light as the vehicle arrives at the car park and once the light dims when the bike drifts next to me, I expect to see Draken and a very pissed of Mikey behind him but to my surprise it's just a very pissed off Mikey. Here we go.

He shuts off the engine and just sits there silent just staring at the landscape. We just stand there in silence for a while until he breaks the silence.

"You have some nerves..." he says in a dark, heavy tone as he gets off of the Zephyr. "You take Babu without my permission... you disrupt a meeting and you leave without a permission" he continues as he slowly walks up to me. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Oh..Shut up Mike-" but he just cuts me off ass he raises his voice. "I asked you a question Shishou!" he snaps at me in a cold tone and for the first time shiver runs down my spine from him. I never been scared of Mikey, even if I witnessed his monsterous strength and cruelness in front row, it never affected me. We often got into fights, many time actual physical fights but no matter how pissed he was he never called me by my real name. The anger and annoyance I felt towards him easily perished as I realized he truly was PISSED.

Mikey's very good at hiding his feelings and keeping calm; even when he is angry or pissed he likes to keep a straight face, which is actually one of his most intimidating features; the uncertainty of whether he is actually mad or not, the uncertainty or what his next step gonna be.

When I took Babu I knew he is going to be irritated and probably pissed but I didn't realize the weight and reality of my actions. I took off with the only thing left from his brother cause I know it will annoy him, which looking back, on its own is a very low and shitty move from me.

"I'll take whatever punishment you wish to give me, commander" I say in a shameful tone as I look at him; his eyes were just empty and cold. Here it is... not knowing what he thinks.

"I would never hit a woman" he says coldly. "That is your only luck"

As he says that suddenly that anger and annoyance I felt, what caused this whole mess resurfaces and I lose it. "This is what I'm sick of!" I yell at him and I just punch him in the face making him stumble back but he just remains emotionless. "I am sick and tired of being treated different just because I'm a woman, do I have to beat the living hell out of THE Mikey to prove myself?!" I carry on yelling and swing my arm to punch him again but this time he blocks my attack and punches me instead. I stumble back and cough up some blood, I lift my head up and look at him as I wipe my mouth and I can see the same look in his eyes as I have in mine; fight. This is it, this will be settled right here, and right now.

Third P.o.V

After checking every location they can think of suddenly Baji remembers the place where he always found Angel when she needed some peace; the parking lot. Baji and Draken drove straight towards the location, a well known place from their childhood, while hoping the mini sadist has enough self control not to actually kill their friend.

"Oh fuck..." Draken growled when Baji and him finally reached the parking lot and found the light pink haired girl and their blonde commander beating each other to a pulp, both being covered in dirt and blood, with busted lips and bruised eyes. Again.

The gang has witnessed these fights so often they ended up placing bets on who's gonna win, they grew tired of trying to separate two fighting shithead, who always ended up fighting over some minor bullshit, like Mikey eating Angel's snacks or Angel mocking Mikey. Their miniature leader was always good at keeping his calm but when it came to the pink cyclone he had no patience and let his immature side shone, making his men question if they have a leader or a brat.

"You gotta admit the fact that she actually bruised Mikey is impressive" Baji says as he leans forward on his bike just watching the fight with a grin stretching ear to ear. He always loved how fierce and feisty the pink haired was, especially when it came to their leader. She never shied away from giving the fearless leader a pep talk or smack him when he annoyed her, which Mikey loved doing. Neither of them were innocent and were masters in getting on each other's nerve. The guys often thought they just need to fuck and get it over with, but only if they knew.

"Yeah.... sometimes I forget how strong she actually is" Draken says with a frown. He only been punched by her once and that was enough for him. "We should stop them..."

"I'm quite enjoying watching Mikey having his ass handed to him" the dark haired man grins as he glances at the tall blonde behind him then directs his eyes back at the fighting pair who seemingly didn't even notice them.

"Are you enjoying Angel getting her ass handed to her?" he cocks a brow as he gets off of from behind the black haired man and slowly walks up to the fighting peacocks. "YO!" he yells. "THAT'S ENOUGH" The loud yell suddenly wakes up the to bloody contestant who just glare at each other, sweaty and panting, wiping the blood off of their own faces. "Can I have my Zephyr back?" he asks not hiding his annoyance as he glares at the shorter male.

"I'm going home" he replies in his casual tone as he walks off toward his beloved Babu.

"You're taking her home" Draken says as he points at the beaten pink cyclone who's eyes just widen.

"I rather walk, thank you" she replies immediately shaking her head.

"There's your answer" the short ones shrugs and get on his bike.

"I was not kidding. You're a team, you're family, you two have to resolve this by tomorrow. Have fun" the blonde just waves then hops on his Zephyr and rides off not wanting to hear a possible argument.

"Sorry Ang, he is right. Love you though" Baji shouts as he rides off laughing as the cyclone tries to chase him.

"Assholes!" she yells after his best friend as she stops running and just starts walking down the dark road.

Angel's 1st P.o.V:

I sigh regretting my decision for coming here and also cursing both Baji and Draken for leaving me here. As much as Mr. Dorayaki was still there I would rather walk then actually ask for his help. Damn my stubbornness. As I walked down the dark road I heard the Honda's familiar exhaust sound getting closer behind me. Fully expecting him to just zoom past me he actually slowed down then half way cut off my way as he pulled in front of me.

"Get on..." that's all Mikey said in an emotionless tone as he looked at me with those dark eyes. I didn't say a word just silently accepted his offer and climbed up behind him.

The ride home was very quiet, neither of us spoke a word. I just sat behind him quietly resting my head on his back as I gently held him by his waist, though he extremely annoyed me and hurt me, being so close to him always brought me comfort. He was the only person who in one moment I want to kill and kiss them in the next.

Once he pulled up outside my house we both just sat there in silent, nothing but the deep purring of his Honda filled the air. I wanted to get off and go inside but something inside me just did not wanted to be away from him and I could feel he did not wanted me to go either.

"I'll help you get in..." he suddenly broke the silence as he turned off the engine then get off of his bike.

"I'm fine...actually" I replied in the same quiet mannerism as I get off of Babu. Once again we just stood there in silence not knowing what to say or what to do. "Come in... I need to patch you up..." I broke the silence finally then just took his hand and pulled him after me. As I glanced back I saw a smile playing on his busted lips as he followed me in.

As we got in I went straight into the kitchen after kicking my boots off and put the kettle on to cook some herb tea. I looked for some snacks so I can feed him but it's been a while since I've been shopping, all the snacks I managed to found I put in a small woven basket then walked back into my living room and handed it to him. "I'm going to have a quick shower, eat" I say in a softer tone as I look at him.

"Can I join?" Mikey asks in his usual, casual mannerism, seemingly completely being back to his normal self.

"Glad to see you're back to your old self" I chuckle then shake my head. "I guess you can, but no funny business. I'm gonna be sore enough from you as it is tomorrow" I frown as I look at him and he just chuckles.

"I'll be good I promise" he lifts his hands up in defence with a chuckle.

I just shake my head then walk off into my bathroom with Mikey following me. My tattooed body was covered in bruises, just like his, we really did a number on each other.

I sighed then I turned away from him towards the shower and just open the tap and adjusted the water. Once the water was right temperature I climbed in then soon Mikey followed. As we were in Mikey was suspiciously quiet and he is only quiet when he is sleeping or eating... Almost like a child, if Mikey's quiet be on high alert because he more than likely summoning Satan himself.

"Hey, blondie, you okay?" I ask as I glance back at him fully expecting him to jerk off or something but what I saw was the polar opposite.

#tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x oc #mikey x oc #draken x oc #mikey tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers ryuguji ken #draken #tokyo manji gang #toman #valhalla

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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 4.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: food consumption · mentions of death & near death experiences. Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 3. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 5.

Author’s note: just a heads up! i feel like it’s important for me to point out that the character of Hoseok in this story has nothing to do with BTS’s Hobi. He’s just an OC named Hoseok :D

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

It was the first time since their crash-landing that Chan had actually slept in.

The past couple of days, he’d wake up as soon as the first rays of sunshine peeked past the drapes in his chambers. The gentle light immediately kick-started his body into action, and a cold shower fully woke him up and prepared him for a day of unexpected activities–baths were reserved only for the evenings, when his body needed it the most. All as he waited for Wang Eun to knock on his door with his breakfast.

Today was different. The cool bed sheets held onto him like climbing vines on a wall and lulled him into a deep, restful sleep.

Dreams of vast seas and peaceful meadows played over and over in his head during his slumber. The unexpected knocking sounds were odd in this setting, yet there was nothing that would raise suspicions in Chan’s mind–they were just another part of the scenery.

The images changed constantly. From the familiar waterfields on his home planet, to the Liralean forest just outside his windows, to the two rocks hitting against each other producing that knocking sound that seemed to have ingrained itself into the backdrop. The flashes of nature genuinely soothed him from head to toe.

The sight of a particular spring in a planet he couldn’t quite distinguish caught his eye. The person inside it fed the flutter in his stomach as he approached. Before he could make out the features of their face, he tripped, and fell face first into the spring.

Chan yelped at the feel of a hand on his shoulder. His body tensed, immediately sending him into fight or flight as he opened his eyes. He swiftly held the person’s wrist in his hand, exerting just enough pressure to stiff their movements.

“Wow, wait! It’s me!” Wang Eun’s voice vaguely registered in his ears, with a bit of delay.

“Wh–what”, Chan’s mind was still hazy while sleep leeched onto every fibre of his body.

“You wouldn’t answer the door, and I got slightly worried”, Wang Eun explained.

“Ah…” Slowly, but surely, Chan’s consciousness returned to him fully. The shapes and features of his chambers became clearer, just as the amused expression on Wang Eun’s face did. “I might’ve overslept”.

Chan finally released his vice grip on Wang Eun’s wrist, and the man snorted.

“I can tell. Is your face always like this when you wake up?”

Chan chuckled, leisurely sitting up on the bed. The bed sheets pooled on his lap with the movement while he rubbed sleep from his eyes. “Yeah. Can’t have a pretty face all the time, can I?”

“Is this why you’re always awake by the time I come in? So I don’t see your bad angles?” Wang Eun teased him a bit, with the hint of a smirk in his voice. “Although, I must say, the body certainly more than makes up for it”.

Ah, yes. Chan suddenly remembered one of the other reasons he liked to be up early before Wang Eun arrived. Old habits die hard, and clothes plus sleep didn’t add up in his book.

Chan just laughed at Wang Eun’s comment, his mind was now almost fully awake, enough for him to notice Wang Eun was out of his usual attire. In contrast to the uniform he typically wore, he was wearing loose fitting clothes, almost as if he was getting ready for a jog.

“Is that your new uniform?” Chan asked, partially trying to tease him, but he was also genuinely curious.

“For today, at least”, Wang Eun smirked, with a jolly–almost dangerous–look in his eyes. “Her Majesty has asked me to train you”.

If Chan had not been fully awake at this point, the mention of the Queen would’ve been the last bucket of water on his head to wake him up.

“Ah, really? You know how to fight?” The incredulousness in Chan’s tone was completely unintentional, but it was something that Wang Eun immediately picked up on, and snorted at.

“Probably better than you”, Wang Eun said it so matter-of-factly, Chan couldn’t help but believe him. “I’ll give you some time to eat and get ready, yeah? Then we can make our way to the training grounds”.

“First of all, we need to do something about those hypermobile joints of yours”, Wang Eun was clearly in a good mood today. He spoke enthusiastically, just as he was rummaging in a bag he’d brought with him.

Chan was beyond surprised at his statement. “How’d you know about my hypermobile joints?”

Wang Eun blankly blinked at him for a few seconds before he answered him.

“Her Majesty told me. She gave me a very detailed list of things to check on, and to help you with based on your sparring yesterday”.

“Oh… Okay…” The Queen kept notes on him. Very detailed notes apparently. An emotion was quickly bubbling inside of Chan… What that emotion was exactly, was something he decided to ignore. He much preferred to shove it deep inside him to dissect later–or maybe never.

“Aha!” Wang Eun seemed to have found what he was looking for in his bag. He pulled out a plum-coloured wad from the bag, and carefully started to unravel it, standing in front of Chan. “This is something we tend to use for cases like yours. It’s enchanted. Doesn’t really affect your strength or anything, just provides support. It should also feel fairly comfortable. May I?”

Chan just nodded in agreement. Wang Eun stepped into his space, carefully holding Chan’s arm as he wrapped the thick ribbon around each of his fingers. As soon as the ribbon was securely in place, he wrapped it around his wrist, and started to move upwards with his motions. He intertwined the fabric around his forearm, secured it around his elbow, until he eventually reached his shoulder, where Wang Eun crossed it over Chan’s chest and shoulder blades, only to carry it over to the other arm to start repeating the motions.

The ribbon was noticeable, but Wang Eun wasn’t lying. It was very comfortable against his skin. Chan flexed his fingers, as well as every muscle in his arms. The ribbon’s presence was barely noticeable, but he could still feel the support.

“This should help stabilise your upper moves, we can try the lower moves later down the line”, Wang Eun said, seemingly satisfied with his work. “Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable in any way”.

Chan hummed. “Seems fine for now”.

“Great! Now, time for some stretching, then I’ll show you some of my talents”, Wang Eun emphasised the last part with a wink, which made Chan chuckle.

When Wang Eun had told Chan earlier that he’d be training him, Chan genuinely hadn’t expected it to be like this.

Wang Eun was, quite honestly, brutal. The first few stretches were innocuous enough, just standard protocol for anyone that was warming up to exercise. Eventually, though, they picked up on difficulty. He had pushed Chan’s body in ways Chan had never even thought were possible, and by the time they had finished the warm-ups and started with the actual fighting techniques, his lungs were ready to give out.

“Holy shit”, Chan threw himself on the floor, breathless, landing with a thud. “No wonder Her Majesty kicked my ass”.

Wang Eun chuckled, looking down at Chan, and giving him an almost apologetic look. “The worst part is that Her Majesty isn’t even particularly strong. You’re just weak”.

“Ouch”, Chan faked offence by bringing his hand to his heaving chest. “You could’ve just said weaker. Butter me up a bit, will you?”

Wang Eun laughed at his comment. “I’m just being honest”.

“I know”, Chan chuckled, looking up at him. “I appreciate it”.

And he truly did.

With slow steps, Chan made his way inside the castle after training with Wang Eun. The man had truly given him the full Liralean experience–or, at least, the closest experience he could give to someone not native to the land.

His muscles were sore, his joints, although still held in place by the enchanted ribbon, were slightly achy, borderline popping with every step he took. And yet, he felt great. His body was tired, sure. But the exertion had helped ease most of his pent up frustration, for which he was grateful.

The corridors of the castle were ample, sunlight seeped through the windows during the day, and moonlight during the night. The ever-present coming and going of people around the structure gave it a lived-in, almost cosy aura, which was something that still shocked him, but that he found incredibly pleasant.

Turning around a corridor, he stopped in his tracks when he saw the Queen and Skallarg–the old man who almost chopped his hands off the day they crash-landed here. Skallarg looked angry, although his expression paled in comparison to the furious look on Her Majesty’s face.

“I really don’t care about what you think. I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation”, her tone was harsh, and Chan realised then that during his time here, he’d only ever heard her speak in such an unpleasant way when she spoke with this man.

“Your Majesty, you need to understand–!” Skallarg was clearly agitated, but she was having none of it.

“You need to understand. I make my own decisions, and I do what I want. I genuinely don’t care about what you have to say”.

Skallarg was about to retort, until he noticed Chan’s presence. The moment he looked Chan in the eyes, his eye twitched, and his face grew redder.

“Your Majest–” Chan couldn’t see her face well from this angle anymore, but the look the Queen gave Skallarg was clearly serious enough to shut him up instantly. He kept his mouth shut, bowing curtly before he turned around and left.

Chan could immediately see the Queen’s form relax when the man left. A sigh left her mouth, and she turned around to look through the window. Chan figured he should’ve turned around and left, too, but, almost as if they had a mind of their own, his feet moved, and, before he knew it, he was walking closer to her.

“You alright?” Chan asked as he stood next to her by the window.

The Queen just sighed in response, staying silent for a few moments before she answered him. “I’m just sick and tired of that man. I don’t know why he keeps him around…”

“You… wanna talk about it?” Chan was trying his best to provide some sort of comfort. Even if he felt he was failing miserably, he still tried.

She turned to look at him, and surprise was evident on her face.

A few moments of silence passed, during which both of them just looked at each other, until Her Majesty chuckled. “Not right now, no. But thank you”.

They stood there, next to each other, just looking through the window while a comfortable silence enveloped them. The castle town in the distance was the only distinguishable scenery past the castle’s windows. Questions involuntarily bubbled inside of him while he stood next to her, and it was hard for him to keep them in.

“I’m curious about something”, Chan’s voice broke through the silence. “Uh, Your Majesty. If I may ask”.

The Queen smiled at him, with an amused glint in her eyes. “You can always ask. Whether you get an answer or not is a different story. Go ahead”.

“The day we crash-landed… What were you and Dev doing? I remember you guys came in looking… Well, quite shaken”.

The Queen thought for a moment. She tapped the window’s frame, the motion produced a tinkling sound whenever her rings hit it. “We had a… mission”.

She stayed quiet for a few moments. Chan could practically see the gears turning in her brain as she decided what and how she would answer him.

“From Dall”, she cleared her throat, and then continued. “We needed to retrieve something from deep within the Liralean Great Forest. That’s all I can tell you right now”.

Chan hummed in response. His curiosity was satisfied for now, and, somehow, the fact that the Queen seemed to be actively working with the Alliance further reassured him of accepting her help.

Suddenly, Chan became aware that he had started to feel it again, the humming inside his head, that strange pull… For a moment, he wondered if it had something to do with the Queen’s magic, considering she was standing so close. Although, if he were honest, he’d never been magic sensitive, not one second in his life–Felix’s talents even shocked him the first time he properly showed them to Chan–but right now, he could definitely feel something.

The Queen’s voice broke the silence, speaking quietly. “Are you… Are you okay?”

Chan blinked a few times. The words registered in his brain with a bit of delay. “What do you mean?”

“Just… In general”, she looked him in the eyes then. One of her hands came close to the other so she could start playing with the rings on her fingers. “A lot of things have happened to you in a very short period of time. I can’t help but think about it sometimes”.

Chan just looked back at her, mulling over her words. Was he okay? He was alive, and his friends were alive…. That was enough, wasn’t it?

“Well–”

Chan’s response was interrupted by a loud, ripping noise coming from behind the Queen. He saw the flash of panic cross her eyes before she quickly turned around towards the sound. A rift of dark mist had opened mid air, and a continuous rumbling could be heard coming from inside it.

Suddenly, a wolf–a creature even bigger than Freyja–broke through the rift, and landed harshly on the castle’s floor. It was panting, seemingly alive, but clearly injured.

“Freyr!” The panic in the Queen’s voice was impossible to miss. She ran towards the wolf, and crouched beside it.

Almost immediately after, a man came through the rift. He was tall, and very muscular. His limbs were covered in tattoos similar to the ones adorning the Queen’s arms, but the design seemed to be slightly different from hers. He was carrying someone in his arms, another man, who was very evidently injured.

“We need a healer, now!” The man’s words rushed out of his mouth as he ran past the Queen.

“Hoseok!” The Queen yelled, and she started running after the man.

Chan was slightly shaken up by the sudden intrusion of the two men and the wolf into the castle. But even then, against his better judgement, his legs moved on their own, and he followed Her Majesty closely as she caught up with the man.

“Hoseok! What the fuck happened?!” The panic lacing her voice seemed to be growing the longer the man spent without saying a word.

“I can’t explain right now, Your Majesty!” Hoseok answered finally, making a turn to the infirmary. “We must focus on His Majesty first!”

Like a well oiled machine, the moment they broke through the infirmary’s doors the healers–although slightly in shock–got to work. The injured man–the famous High King, based on the title granted by Hoseok–was placed on one of the available beds, and Hoseok quickly ripped off the already torn garment covering His Majesty’s torso.

The High King’s chest was adorned in tattoos much like Hoseok’s. Most noticeable, however, was the huge gash going across the length of his torso, especially with the mix of blood and a dark, almost black liquid that was oozing out of it.

It was bad.

Really bad.

Chan had seen this type of injury before in battle, inflicted by the Charmer’s mutated creatures. Their claws secreted a deadly venom that would infect the person once attacked. People would typically either die, or become one of the creatures themselves. His Majesty had surely been slashed by one of those, there was simply no other explanation.

The healers were trying their best to attend to his injuries, golden light emanated from their hands when they hovered above him, but it seemed to be doing very little to stop the mix of blood and black matter from oozing out of the wound.

“That’s not enough”, Chan heard the Queen’s voice break through the chaos.

Her eyes were focused on the High King. She sounded almost… detached. Like she was barely registering anything other than the sight in front of her.

“Everyone, step back! And protect yourselves however you can”, she rushed towards His Majesty, and brought her hands to hover above him as she started to cast a spell. The tattoos on her chest and arms–to Chan’s utter shock–started to slowly recede towards her hands as soon as she started her chant.

Everyone in the room moved away from both of them immediately. Chan wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do. He was completely out of his element here.

Hoseok moved quickly, standing close to him. He gave Chan a once over before asking, “who the hell are you?”

Chan was taken back to reality by the man’s acknowledgement of his presence. “I’m… a friend of the Queen’s”.

It wasn’t entirely a lie… Although, right now, Chan and the Queen were acquaintances at best. Hoseok didn’t look too convinced, yet he said nothing to discredit what Chan had just told him.

“You don’t have magic”, he stated simply. There was no ill intent in his voice, the man was just stating a very obvious fact.

Chan shook his head, confirming Hoseok’s statement.

“Well… You can’t leave right now, she’s already started. Stay behind me, just in case. If needed, hold on to me”, he moved a bit closer to stand right in front of Chan. Even though he was very tall, and wide, he wasn’t really blocking Chan’s view, Hoseok seemed to be just trying to put some distance between Chan and the two monarchs.

All of a sudden, thick dark clouds emerged from the Queen’s hands, and the air around them turned heavy. A shockwave extended across the room, sending small items flying against the walls.

At that moment, Chan understood the reason behind Hoseok’s offer, so he immediately held onto Hoseok’s arm, trying not to be blown away by the strong mass of energy coming from where Their Majesties were.

The dark clouds pooled around the Queen and the High King, her hair started to slightly float when she placed her hands on the man’s wound. Another shockwave bursted out of them, sending the healers flying towards the walls. Black covered the Queen’s eyes, extending from her pupils to the sclera, and her voice increased in tone while she kept casting her spell.

With one last chant, another shockwave extended through the room, only for the energy to suddenly drop.

The air turned back to normal, the thick dark clouds around the Queen started dissipating into nothing. Several instruments dropped to the floor with a loud clatter, Chan had honestly not even realised they had been floating around the Queen and the High King in the first place.

The black ooze coming out of the man’s wound had stopped, and he seemed to have stopped bleeding, too. The Queen turned to look at Chan with an unreadable expression on her face, just as the last few remnants of the black in her eyes dissolved back into her pupils.

All of a sudden, she fell to her knees, barely conscious.

“Your Majesty!” Hoseok ran to the Queen, and crouched in front of her to hold her by the shoulders.

The healers soon got to work on both the Queen and the High King, and a sense of chaos quickly dominated the room. A healer rushed to Chan, ‘You must leave! Now!’ were the last words he heard before he was pushed out of the room and the doors were closed in front of his face, loudly.

An obnoxious ringing broke free in his eardrums as soon as he was out in the quiet corridor. That quietness was the perfect contrast to the chaos that had just ensued in the infirmary. Chan brought a hand to his chest to attempt to calm his racing heart. What the fuck did just happen was a phrase that repeated over and over in his mind.

Even as tone deaf as he was in the ways of magic, he was aware he had just witnessed a complicated, high level spell. Unexpectedly–and unpleasantly–the Queen’s display of power brought back a memory Chan had stuffed deep within his mind.

His father stood with stretched arms in front of Chan, who was encompassed in his mother’s protective embrace. A young man, with a wicked smile on his face, stood tall in front of his father, tendrils of dark mist emanated from his fingertips and laced themselves around his father’s throat. His mother obscured his view, yet, among the chaos around them, Chan still heard the sickening snap.

Chan shook his head in an attempt to bring himself back from his stupor, back to the present, to staring at the closed doors of the infirmary.

Worry pooled in his stomach, while an infinite amount of questions flew wildly inside his head. With slightly shaky steps, he turned away from the area, and followed the already familiar path to his chambers.

The mood in the castle had changed drastically, to the point where it was impossible not to notice. The usually rowdy corridors were suddenly void of their lively atmosphere as more and more people found out about the High King’s state. It was quite unsettling how people whispered to one another, and how worried expressions settled on everyone’s faces as they went about their day throughout the castle.

Even though this fuelled Chan’s already growing worry in itself, the most unnerving part was how the mood of the crew inside the Big Bad Wolf shifted. Everyone was carrying out their tasks as usual, just like the hardworking people they were. Yet, the rooms were silent, much like the corridors inside the castle were. The usual animated chatter among the crew wasn’t there, the whirring and hammering of tools were the only sounds in the background.

Chan had mentioned it to Talboot–who seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet the entire time he had been on the ship. He found out from the old man that the people didn’t know in detail what had happened, but they all knew the High King was injured, and that the Queen had inexplicably not attended her usual appointments of the day.

Chan knew exactly what had happened, of course, but he didn’t give Talboot any details. After all, he felt as if he shouldn’t have been in the infirmary to witness such a bizarre encounter in the first place.

Repairs ceased earlier that day, since everyone’s minds were too distracted to effectively carry out any more meaningful labour within the ship. Chan returned to his chambers early as well, trying his best to not cross anyone’s path on his way back.

Wang Eun had brought him dinner as usual, but Chan could quite visibly see how tense the man was. His usual enthusiastic speech pattern was cut short to monosyllables while he set down the plates on the table.

Chan hated it. He hated the uneasy feeling in his stomach. He’d grown too used to the feeling of safety the people around him here provided, which was something that both warmed him up and unsettled him. How was it possible for him to feel this way in such a short amount of time? Now, concern would leech onto his bones, he’d worry not only for his friends’ safety, but the people from this castle as well…

So, he did the only thing he could do, and wrote out his measly feelings, filling pages upon pages with his concerns. He’d been told before by his friend–and crewmate–Minho, that his writing made no sense, that it was all over the place and lacked any discernible structure. Chan was actually glad for this piece of feedback, for it let him freely vent out his thoughts on paper, uncaring of who might read it, since they wouldn’t understand it anyway.

His empty plate had been pushed to the side before he started writing, now forgotten on one side of the dinner table with the matching cutlery resting on top of it, patiently waiting for Wang Eun to come back to take it away on his last round for the night.

A knock on the door brought Chan back from his head, his pencil stilled all movement against his journal’s pages. A soft ‘Come in’ left his mouth almost on instinct, since he already expected Wang Eun to poke his head through the door at some point. However, it wasn’t Wang Eun who stepped into his chambers upon his invitation. It was the Queen.

“Your Majesty!” Chan stood up from his chair quickly–too quickly–ungracefully pushing his chair back, producing an unpleasant screeching sound. He couldn’t help but wince at his own actions, at his own awkwardness.

There was an amused look on her face as she looked at him, and she spoke softly, almost quietly. “Good evening, Chan”.

The Queen was wearing what could only be described as a sleeping gown. The silky material hugged her frame perfectly–very flattering, if he might add–the thin straps kept it securely in place, it left her shoulders and arms exposed, as well as her chest and legs. Her intricate tattoos were back on her skin, no longer pooled in her hands like they were while she casted her spell earlier.

Her Majesty seemed to be poised and collected, her royal aura was very much present. But, Chan could tell something wasn’t quite right. Her lips lacked their usual colour, there were bags under her eyes, and her hands were slightly shaky.

It was almost imperceptible, but he noticed.

The Queen closed the door behind her, and walked over towards the dining table. “I hope I’m not intruding. I just need to talk”.

Direct. Straight to the point. Chan was honestly glad she spoke in this manner.

“Of course”, Chan gestured for her to take a seat. He pulled his chair back from the awkward position it had ended up in and sat down.

Her Majesty pulled the chair that faced him and sat down as well. She was looking in his overall direction, but her eyes changed focus constantly, seemingly looking everywhere but his face.

He noticed then, the nervous movements of her hand. Her fingers were bare of her usual rings, so she settled to twist her fingers, and the joints released a satisfying pop every time she cracked a knuckle.

“I need to talk to you about today. About what you saw”.

Chan just nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“Don’t speak about this”, to Chan, it didn’t sound like an order, there was an underlying tone of something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He figured it was more of a… plea. His suspicions were proven correct when the Queen added, “please”.

“I wasn’t planning to”, and he truly wasn’t. “The High King’s injury looked quite serious. Everyone’s been worried around the castle, I don’t want to unnecessarily fuel that worry”.

The Queen paused for a second, and she finally looked at his face. Her eyes darted all around his features, intently, before her gaze turned back to look at the window behind him.

“Yes… The High King’s injuries are a concern…” She trailed off. She seemed… unsure of what she was saying, which seemed very uncharacteristic. Wasn’t that it? Chan had figured she might’ve wanted to keep His Majesty’s state as private as possible… “But, I’m talking about me. Don’t tell anyone about me. About what I did. No one outside the people in that room must know”.

Chan was slightly taken aback by the request. Everyone knew the Queen had magic, right? Why would people finding out about her powers be a problem?

“I… I mean, sure. I can keep quiet if that’s what you want. But I need you to tell me why. Doesn’t everyone know you have magic anyway?”

Her Majesty looked at him for a second, she really, really looked. Suddenly–and to Chan’s utter bewilderment–she busted out laughing. Admittedly, her laugh was laced with nervousness. Chan’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Was she laughing at him? Was it out of line for him to ask for an explanation? He was, to put it simply, confused.

“Oh, Gods… I’m so sorry for that”, she wiped away stray tears that seemed to have collected on her lower lashline. “I feel so silly! Since I woke up, I’ve been worried about this whole conversation, about this confrontation, and you don’t even know what I’m talking about!”

She was chuckling softly still, and her tone had changed slightly. Was that… relief?

“I’m sure it’s not silly”, Chan reassured her. “But, and I mean this in the most respectful manner, I’m so confused by everything you’re saying right now”.

The Queen took a deep breath, clearly bracing herself for her explanation. “The magic I used today… I wouldn’t say it’s quite forbidden as not many people can use it. But we’re typically not supposed to harbour such a level of dark magic, it can become a problem very quickly if we’re not careful”.

She was silent for a moment, her gaze shifted focus, from his face to her fingers that were now tapping the surface of the dinner table before she kept talking.

“Magic… can be as protective as it can be destructive. My magic particularly–” She cut her words short, shaking her head a bit from side to side as she seemed to decide to dismiss the thought altogether. “I don’t want to get into details, to be honest. I just want to emphasise that no one must know about what I did in the infirmary”.

Somehow, everything started to click in Chan’s mind. His intrusive memory from earlier in the day hit him full force then. Flashes of the dark magic used by the Charmer and his minions, the way they used it to straight up murder people, came to his mind. Recognition fell on his face, and the Queen could clearly tell.

“I see you understand now”, an almost sad smile formed on her lips when she said it. It wasn’t exactly… pleasant to see.

“How do you… I mean, why…” Chan wasn’t really sure of what to ask first. He knew deep down that there was no way Her Majesty would be involved with the Charmer. If anything, she’d been doing the opposite by joining the Rebel Alliance. However, he was still curious about this apparent connection.

“Let’s just say… I was born this way. And it’s been… quite the challenge to deal with it”, there was nothing but honesty in her words, Chan could tell very easily that she wasn’t trying to deceive him in any way.

For a moment, he wondered if the Queen was telling him all this due to her weakened state. Her words certainly felt… oddly personal.

“Magic truly works in mysterious ways. I’m sure you’ve even noticed it in Felix. Even someone as ignorant as you in the ways of magic should be able to tell”, there was no ill intent in her voice, much like Hoseok had done earlier in the infirmary, she was just stating a simple fact.

Her Majesty was right. Felix did have this air around him… Ever since the first day Chan saw him while taking a stroll on their home planet with his mother, there was just something clearly different about Felix. He could still remember quite vividly how it was back then.

Felix had been a friendly kid for the longest time, with a solid group of friends that would get together to wreak havoc in their community with their silly, childish pranks. However, just as children would when left unsupervised for too long, he and his friends had gotten themselves into a dangerous situation.

They had entered a restricted area, more specifically, a graveyard of decayed spaceships. They liked to jump around and on top of them as if it were their personal playground. While standing on top of a ship, one of the children slipped from high up, and, had it not been for Felix desperately screaming for him, unknowingly casting a spell, the kid would’ve become nothing more than mush when he hit the floor.

Chan could still remember–with a lot of distaste, if he might add–the blatant discrimination that ensued after the fact.

One particular night he’d witnessed Felix’s former group of friends picking on him quite harshly–driven by their own parents’ ignorant beliefs ingrained in their little minds. Chan had stepped in then, threatening to throw them off the tallest wrecked ship in the graveyard to see who would save them then.

That was how Chan and Felix’s friendship had truly started. They went from strangers who knew each other in passing, to really, really close friends. Even with their age gap, Chan found Felix to be quite enjoyable to talk to, and later on, Felix became his biggest source of support once they fled their home planet together in search of a better future.

Chan couldn’t help but smile at the memory, then he immediately shook his head, and disbelief painted his features once the Queen’s words registered in his mind. “Ouch, why’s everyone throwing jabs at me today? First Wang Eun, now you. Who else is in line for this slander?”

The Queen blinked at him, then chuckled. “I don’t know what he said, but I’m sure we’re not throwing jabs, just speaking honestly”.

Chan could hear it in her voice, that slightly teasing tone, and, boy, if he wanted to retaliate…

A playful look flashed in her eyes when she continued. “Should you wish to learn more, I can give you some recommendations”.

With a flick of her hand, two books came floating from the library behind him, and landed with a minute thud on the table next to Chan’s journal.

Chan picked up the first book, reading the title out loud.

“Tiny Warlocks, Magic Concepts for Children”, Chan looked at the other book, incredulous. Magic Essentials for Dummies, was the title on the cover. He shot a look of disbelief at the Queen. She had a cheeky smile on her lips, and was clearly trying her best not to laugh.

Chan huffed in response. “Her Majesty’s funny, isn’t she?”

His voice was packed with fake annoyance, but he was sure the smile on his lips broke the façade.

The Queen chuckled. “Hey! I just worry about filling knowledge gaps in the Alliance, you know? If you plan to win, you must know who, or what, you’re fighting against”.

Chan just crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair. “Huh… I’ll consider it”.

The Queen also leaned back against her chair, and her expression turned to a more relaxed one. “Once you’re finished with that, let me know. I might have more documentation available. Medium Warlocks, Magic Concepts for Teenagers is an excellent read”.

Chan huffed once more, and a cheeky smile of his own spread on his face. “Maybe you should tutor me instead, Your Majesty. That way you get the pleasure of mocking me in real time”.

“Oh, please”, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, with that damned teasing look in her eyes that Chan simply couldn’t ignore. “I don’t think you can handle it”.

There was an edge of something in her voice, something alluring that he tried his best to mimic in his response.

Chan leaned forward as well, resting his crossed arms on the table. “I can take a lot of things, Your Majesty. Try me”.

There was a shift in the air around them, he could tell. The words were innocuous on their own. But Chan knew exactly what he was doing, what he was trying to accomplish with what he was saying. He could feel it once again, that strange pull as he looked at her, the hum that seemed to intensify in his ears.

He could see it in her eyes, too, just how much her curiosity had been piqued, and he held his breath in anticipation of her next move.

The Queen opened her mouth to say something, but was immediately silenced by the sudden knock on the door. Looks of surprise crossed both of their faces at the disturbance, her eyes opened wide when the atmosphere went back to normal, when the exchange went back to just a normal conversation between acquaintances.

The Queen shook her head slightly and cleared her throat, glancing at the door and then back at Chan. “Promise me you won’t say anything about the infirmary situation. Not even to Felix and Changbin. Or Wang Eun”.

Chan looked at her now serious face, he knew immediately what he was going to say, but he thought about it for a few seconds before replying, “I promise”.

The Queen’s shoulders relaxed, and a minute exhale escaped her lips. “Thank you”.

They looked at each other for a moment. She looked like she was going to say something, but whatever it was, died on her tongue as another knock broke through the silence.

Her Majesty stood up quickly, wiping her hands on her gown. “Well, I’ll be taking my leave. Good night, Chan. Sleep well”.

With slightly hurried steps she walked to the door–she was barefoot, Chan realised, slightly puzzled.

The Queen flung the door open to find a confused looking Wang Eun standing there, with his fist in mid air, probably because he was about to knock again. “Good evening, Wang Eun, dear”.

The man was clearly going to say something to her, but before he could, she quickly walked past him and darted out into the corridor. Wang Eun blinked, looking increasingly confused.

With a shake of his head, he directed his attention to Chan. “Have you finished your meal?”

Chan nodded, taking the plates in his hands and handing them over to Wang Eun.

Much like Wang Eun seemed to be, Chan couldn’t help but also feel confused.

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To Have & To Hold (Loki x OFC) Chapter 75- FINAL

Here is the closing chapter for TH&TH and what a ride it has been!!! I started writing this part of their story immediately after finishing Second Chances last summer. It was during a difficult time in my marriage and my life and became my outlet for all the emotions I was feeling. There were times when I regretted posting it online because I thought it was too angsty and sad. I even received some harsh feedback because of the struggles the characters went through. Looking back on it now, I can say that I'm glad I chose to continue their story. As much as I have loved it, I am happy to be closing the door on this book and starting something new. Thank you for sticking with me during this series. It has meant the world to me!

~J~

P.S. This chapter came out to be a few words shy of 6,000!!!! All written in a single day! Go me! :)

Chapter 75

Loki’s feet were moving before he even got his balance as the Bifrost deposited him in the darkness of the compound’s backyard. It been the longest three weeks of his life and in this moment, he just needed to see her. As he raced through the patio doors, he quickly scanned the room for the only person he cared to speak with right now. Finding only Natasha and Steve curled up on one of the sofas watching a movie, he moved on to his next location without even acknowledging their presence.

Sprinting up the stairs to the second floor taking two and sometimes three steps at a time, he flung the door open to their suite. The sight before him was enough to bring him to his knees. Their room was now bare and empty. The dents in the carpet where he knew various pieces of furniture had sat was the only evidence that his family had ever occupied the space. The tears were already starting to fall when he felt a familiar hand rest on his shoulder.

“Where are they, Natasha? Where are my wife and children?”

After being met with silence, he glanced up to find her staring at the void in front of them with a glassy look in her own eyes.

“An apartment in the city. Fury talked Jess into coming back to S.H.I.E.L.D. with the promise of a desk job with in-house child care to keep the kids close by. They’ve been gone for almost two weeks now.”

Natasha watched as the broken god stood back to his feet and straightened out the leathers he was still wearing from Asgard. He looked like the man she had first met all those years ago when the Avengers first came together, but the events of the last year had begun to show on his face.

“I need the address and the keys to one of the vehicles.”

“It’s late, Loki. Jess and the kids will be here in the morning for family breakfast. Why don’t you get some sleep, and you can see them in the morning?”

As much as he wanted to argue with her, he didn’t have the strength right now. The fact that he hadn’t slept in days was now catching up to him. He saw her glance over his shoulder to what had been his room next door and understood. Watching her disappear back down the hall to the stairs, he took one last glance into what had been their bedroom before making his way a few feet away to the next doorway.

Reaching for the light switch, he found the room had returned to the state at which it had been just before he moved back into the suite with Jessica and their children. He wasn’t sure if he should be glad she hadn’t completely gotten rid of his belongings or sad that she had chosen not to take them with her upon moving out. In a flash of green, his leathers were replaced with a pair of lounge pants as he fell back onto the bed. As the exhaustion took over, he was drifting off before his head connected with the pillow beneath him.

Jessica put the mini van in park and looked up at the compound in front of her. It was the first time she had been back since the day they had moved out. As soon as they got back from Asgard, she knew she couldn’t stay here any longer. Not without him. The sight of the place that had been her home for so many years, caused a vice grip to tighten around her heart as the memories flooded back.

Some happy.

Some painful.

She let her mind drift off to him and wondered what he was doing in this very moment. Was he in a council meeting? Was he meeting with the people of the realm to address their questions and concerns from his rightful place on the throne? Was he thinking about her as well? Just as she wondered if he regretted the decision they had made as much as she did, a small voice echoed from the back row.

“Mommy, I can ahbuckle now?”

Forcing a smile onto her face, she turned and nodded to their daughter.

“Yes, sweet girl. You may unbuckle your car seat now.”

She had just slid open the door to Caden’s side when she heard the front door to the compound open behind her.

“DADDY!”

Jessica’s head whipped around to face the steps behind her. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before he knelt down to catch the little girl that was running full speed towards him. It was if time was suddenly passing by at a fraction of the speed as she watched him scoop Madison up into his arms and plant kisses all over her giggling and smiling face.

“You home from work!”

“I am, Little Love! Daddy missed you so much.”

“Miss you too, Daddy!”

The entire time he stalked towards the mini van with their daughter in his arms, Loki never once took his eyes away from hers. Even as he stood inches from her now, it was impossible to believe that he was truly there in front of her right now. The pain she felt inside told her that she was imagining the whole thing and that she would snap out of it any moment and wake up in their bed alone in her apartment.

Per the usual, a loud screech sounded behind them just as the other one started to cry and raise his arms to be held. The tension between them was broken as she looked back at their sons behind her.

“Hey. Watch the attitudes, you two. You’re already on thin ice this morning.”

She heard a deep chuckle behind her, and the sound did so many things to her.

“Madison, I believe your Papa is waiting for you inside. He’s been patiently waiting for your assistance with the pancakes.”

That was all it took to have her scrambling from his arms and racing towards the door. Since his wife had already turned back around to unbuckle Caden, Loki made his way around to the other side of the van to retrieve Caleb. The second the seat was unlatched, he was throwing himself into his father’s arms. Caden didn’t give him the chance to come back to his side of the van before he was climbing down from his seat and teetering over to get to him as well. The two of them shared one more glance before closing both doors and meeting at the back of the van.

Standing face to face once again, Jessica smiled as she watched their babies both lay their heads on his shoulder while their little arms stayed firmly locked around his neck. It was a stark contrast to the welcoming he had received last time he had arrived back home from Asgard. Meeting his gaze once again, she noticed the way he stared at her, and it gave her butterflies all over again. It was as if the two of them were standing in the parking garage beside her S.H.I.E.L.D. issued SUV after being apart all day.

“Hi.”

His smile grew even wider at the greeting.

“Hi, love.”

Before either of them could say anything else, Nat was appearing beside them to retrieve the twins.

“Hey little rascals, let’s get you two inside so Mommy and Daddy can chat.”

Loki was somehow able to hand off his sons to their aunt without breaking the intense stare between them. Now alone outside, he took a step forward, placing himself close enough so she had to look up at him.

“You’re actually here…”

He brought his hand up to cup her cheek while tilting her head back a bit further.

“I am…”

The moment his lips connected with hers, she melted into his touch. Weeks worth of longing and grief was expressed a single kiss as they held each other close. Once he pulled away to allow them to catch their breath, she didn’t loosen her grip on him, determined to keep him close.

“How are you here right now? Who’s keeping watch over Asgard?”

“I assure you, darling. Asgard is in very capable hands. Besides, I had more important places to be.”

Jessica’s expression shifted into one of confusion before a carefully folded piece of parchment appeared in her husband’s hand. She immediately recognized it as the decree she had given him before she left, but the seal had been replaced with a gold one she hadn’t seen before.

“Oh… you signed the decree.”

“I did… however I made a slight change to it first. I hope you don’t mind.”

Her heart sank as she tried to keep the smile on her face, though now it was pained and forced. Slowly taking the document from his hand, she took an unsteady breath before sliding the seal apart to read the contents inside.

I, Jessica, Wife of Loki, Princess of Asgard, here by renounce my title.

The portion she had included about freeing him from the bonds of marriage in order to remarry to find a new queen had been marked through and a new paragraph had been added below.

I, Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Asgard, here by renounce my title and in turn, void all rights to the throne. I understand that this shall be in direct defiance of the final decree of the former king and do so in sound mind and body. Though I have failed to fulfill my duties, I ask that my children, Madison Lokisdottir, Caden Lokison, and Caleb Lokison continue to possess their titles of Princess and Princes of Asgard until the day arrives that they are of age. Upon that time, they will be able to choose if they wish to remain under obligation to serve Asgard and its people.

This decree shall be binding upon receiving the seal of Thor Odinson, King of Asgard

Once Jessica’s eyes drifted across the final line, he heard her gasp before the breath caught in her throat. Her hand began to shake as she looked back up at him with tears in her eyes.

“Wait, what? You didn’t take the throne? But-“

Loki placed his finger on her lips to silence her with a smirk on his face.

“Jessica, I need you to hear my words and feel how much I mean them.”

The slight glare she gave him only made him smile more as he stared into her eyes, enjoying the fire that she still held inside them.

“I made the mistake of letting you walk away before, and I swore I would never let it happen again. Standing on the bridge to the Bifrost and watching you leave and take my entire world with you, was the hardest thing I have ever done in all my years. Since the moment your path crossed with mine, my life has never been the same. My time with you has been complicated and frustrating to say the least, but it has also been more fulfilling and exhilarating than any of the thousand years before it. I will admit that I did spend my life doing what was necessary to secure the throne for myself and it had been the thing I truly wanted in this life.

However, all of that faded away for me after knowing the love I hold for you and our children. When I asked you to spend forever with me, I did so knowing that your time on this plane was much shorter than mine. I appreciate that you were trying to secure my future after your life comes to an end, but what you didn’t understand is that once you are gone, there is no life after you. If the gods have any mercy on me, they will steal the breath from my lungs the moment you pass from this realm, because nothing will ever compare to loving you. No matter what you may believe, the crown will never be enough for me if it means not being present for the time you have left, and there will certainly never be someone by my side to replace the queen that I already have. You have no idea how absolutely infuriating it is to hear you speak of such things!”

Hearing her laugh through her tears warmed his heart.

“I just wanted to make you happy, Lohk. I didn’t want you to miss your chance because of me, especially when I’m such a small part of your life. I was scared you would end up regretting it. You get to live thousands of years and my lifetime is such a very small part of that.”

Loki looked her with the most serious expression as he held her face in both of his hands.

“Agent Jessica Ryleigh, you are my life. Time is insignificant if there is no meaning to it. I would rather have fifty years with you than a million years without you.”

His words were enough to open the flood gates and she gripped his shirt in her hands as she cried into his chest. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her as he cried with her.

“Darling, on this day, I swear to you that I will not miss another day of your life. I don’t care how scared you get or how hard you try to push me away. I promised you forever and I intend to keep my word.”

FIVE YEARS LATER

Jessica was just finishing up the dishes from breakfast when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“I’m so glad we get to see this view every day. This was the perfect spot to build our home.”

Leaning back against her husband’s chest, she turned off the water and dried her hands with the towel beside her. Taking a moment to stare out the window in front of her, Jessica sighed as she recalled all the time they had sat together on this very hill and gazed out over the rolling hills below them over the years they had been together.

“Me too. It’s been really nice being close to the team and my office, yet having our own space to just be our own family together.”

He hummed in agreement and rested his chin on her shoulder as they rocked back in forth in a comfortable silence. Turning her head slightly to look up at him, he noticed the way her eyebrow shot up in question.

“Mischief, where are your sons? Why is my house so quiet right now?”

All Loki could do was chuckle and shake his head at her.

“Oh, they are my sons today? Well, my son are in their room packing for our trip, darling.”

“No they’re not.”

Both parents turned around to face their daughter. Madison was stretched out in the living room window behind them with a book in her lap and ever the spitting image of her father.

“They snuck out the patio door ten minutes ago.”

Catching the way Jessica looked his way and shot him a look he was extremely familiar with, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back to calm her.

“I’m sure they are fine, my love.”

“Are you sure about that, Laufeyson? The yard is still recovering from where our little frost giants flooded it and froze it to create their own ice rink.”

His eyes widened as he recalled the fateful day mere weeks ago when their little mischief makers used their new powers to bring the wrath of their mother down on the entire family.

“Oh dear…”

Without another word, Loki was sprinting to the back door to find his sons after giving her a quick kiss.

A few short hours later, Loki and Jessica were walking hand in hands through the halls of the palace in Asgard, enjoying a short break from getting the kids settled in the newly renovated wing of the palace.

“Did Thor tell you why he needed to meet us in his chambers? What exactly is so urgent that it can’t wait until we all get together for dinner later?”

Jessica purposefully kept her head turned towards the floor to hide the smirk on her face. Once they had reached the doors to the chambers, the guards on either side respectfully bowed to the couple and opened the doors for them, having already been given notice that they were set to arrive. Upon entering the sitting room in the king’s private chambers, Loki was overcome with emotion at memories of the last time the two of them were in the space together. The mood this time was much lighter thankfully.

“Ah, Brother! Sister! I’m so happy you two could make it earlier than expected.”

Loki was surprised to see his mother waiting for them as well.

“I wasn’t aware that this was a family meeting. Will Lady Sif be joining us well, Brother?”

At the mention of his bride’s name, Thor immediately smiled.

“She will not be unfortunately, but she sends her love. Another dress fitting or problem with the flowers or something, although I suspect she uses them as excuses in order to visit the training grounds. It makes her happy and helps her deal with the stress of the upcoming coronation, so I simply turn a blind eye to it.”

Loki gave his brother a hug after greeting his mother and Jessica noticed the way he held him a little longer than normal. He usually wasn’t one to show his emotions, but she could tell how happy he was for his brother. After returning to rule Asgard, she had been Thor’s biggest supporter. Now settled in Asgard, he was finally able to see the love that had always been there between the two of them.

“That’s a shame. I look forward to seeing her at dinner this evening then. Now what was so urgent that you needed Jessica and I here a day earlier than scheduled?”

It was impossible for Loki to miss the look that was exchanged between his brother, mother, and his wife. When she realized that he was watching her with a narrowed gaze, Jessica let her excitement show. A smile lit up her face and she motioned for Thor to continue.

“Loki, when you came to me on the day of the coronation and asked me to take your place on the throne, I knew it was something I needed to do not just for you, but for Jessica and the children as well. It has been my greatest pleasure to watch you become not only a loving husband, but an incredible father over the last ten years. Even during your struggles, I knew one day the two of you would find a way back to each other, because you were always meant to be by one another’s side. I can still recall arriving at Jessica’s home the week after the charity ball and noticing the way the two of you looked at each other. It certainly didn’t surprise me to return just a week later and see the two of you hand in hand with love in your eyes.

That being said, I certainly never intended to become Asgard’s king for many reasons, the main one being that I wasn’t the son that deserved to lead our realm. Brother, I have never possessed the political and economic expertise that you do. It is truly something that you excel at and one of the things that you are a natural leader in. I have tried my best over the last five years to be the king that our people need, but I can tell that our kingdom is already beginning to suffer without you overseeing that area of our responsibilities. Our people need you. I need you as well, Loki.”

He was still slightly confused at what he meant, and the way the rest of his family was currently staring at him had him slightly uneasy.

“What exactly are you asking of me, Thor?”

His brother reached out and took his hand into his.

“Rule with me, Brother. I am asking that you remain in Asgard after our wedding and Lady Sif’s coronation this week. We can give you the title of Political Advisor if you are more comfortable with that, but in my eyes we would both serve as king with all its privileges and honor. I can continue to serve as the leader of the people and handle the day-to-day affairs required of me. You have never been comfortable with addressing our people and tending to them personally. You, Loki, would take over the responsibilities of diplomatic and political affairs. With those responsibilities, you will still be able to travel to Midgard or any other realm you wish to because I will still be seated on the throne to protect our people. I would have you by my side for council meetings and all matters concerning Asgard and the realms that we currently govern. Loki, you are still the rightful King of Asgard. Father saw that as well. Part of me thinks he always knew you were the better choice, even if you two were never quite on the same page.”

Thor’s words truly touched his heart, but his reasons for turning down the throne hadn’t changed. Just as he was about to politely decline the offer, he recalled the look on his wife’s face prior to the request. Looking over at her once more, he saw the same adoring look and content smile upon her lips.

“You knew about this?”

Jessica simply nodded and turned to face him on the couch.

“I did. Sif visited me a few weeks ago while I was in my office. Thor had sent her ahead of time to see where I stood on the offer he planned to make. It didn’t take me long to decide my stance on your brother’s proposal, but it wasn’t my question to ask.”

Seeing the stunned and confused look on his face, Jessica took a deep breath and placed her hands into his.

“Loki, all you have done since the day we met was put my needs and desires above your own. Even during the times we grew apart, you pursued the throne to provide a life for me and the kids. In the last five years, you have continued to put us first. You took care of Maddie and the twins and pushed for me to give up my desk job and return to lead the team. You even built us a gorgeous home on our hill so I could work from my old office with the team and stay close to the ones I consider my family. You’ve even personally handled our children’s education and home schooled all three of them in order to give them the best of both worlds. It’s your turn, babe. Let me take care of you for once. Let me do this for you. All you have to do is say yes and it’s settled. Accept Thor’s offer and me and the kids will be right by your side. Our wing in the palace is already set up for us, Mischief. What do you say?”

Loki didn’t care that his brother and mother were in the room with them. He leaned forward and passionately kissed his wife, gently cupping her cheeks in his palms to hold her close to him. When he pulled away, he stared at her for a long moment in disbelieve.

“You would do that? You would leave it all behind and live your life on Asgard with me?”

Jessica silently nodded as she smiled up at him.

“What about the team? What about the new recruits? S.H.I.E.L.D.? What our about house?”

Her giggle still warmed his heart, even though in this moment, his anxiety made it difficult to appreciate its sound.

“Laufeyson, it’s already been taken care of. I gave notice to Fury last week. He is aware that there was a strong possibility that I wouldn’t return from Asgard. He wasn’t surprised considering when a member of our family goes to Asgard, they tend to not come back for a long while, or in Thor’s case…ever. You have done an incredible job working with Tony and Steve to train the new recruits and help them become more comfortable with their abilities. The rest of the team is already going on fewer missions and letting the younger guys handle the easy ones. Plus, I can still visit them anytime I want to with the Bifrost.

As far as our house, I figured Natasha and Steve could make it their home now. With Sarah and Baby Luka, they are already out of space in the suite. If they moved into the house, they would have the room to adopt more kids if they wanted to. Plus, Peter and MJ are going to need the privacy after they get married this fall and can take over the suite.

I have put in more than enough time as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. It feels like its time for me to move on from it. The idea of retiring and giving up my career for a life here in Asgard sounds pretty great right now. I’ll even take over the Midgard side of school for the kids, even if I won’t do near as amazing as you. Like I said, Lohk, it’s all handled.”

Loki didn’t think he could love her any more than he already did, but in this moment, the affection and devotion for his wife deepened once again. Sparing one more glance at Frigga and Thor who patiently waited for his response, he caressed Jessica’s cheek and let his tears spill over.

“We’re really doing this, my love?”

“Yeah, Mischief.”

Placing one more kiss upon her lips, he wiped away his tears and turned to face his brother and mother.

“I accept your offer, though I suppose it makes it difficult for it to be considered ruling by your side if I am technically no longer a Prince of Asgard. I recall there being a decree stating as such.”

Thor was the one with a mischievous smirk now.

“I recall no such thing, Brother.”

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms on his chest.

“Thor, I have a parchment with your seal that states otherwise.”

“Do you though?”

Frigga and Thor tried to hide their laughter and looked at Jessica as she responded to him. Slowly turning his focus to the woman sitting beside him, he studied her closely with the raise of an eyebrow.

“If you suddenly no longer have such a document and our king conveniently forgot to actually file such a decree with the council, I believe that makes you a prince still, does it not?”

With a growl, he pulled her in for another heated kiss until his mother cleared her throat.

“Now that it’s settled, there is still one more topic your brother and I wish to discuss. This one regards you, Daughter…”

Loki and Jessica both shifted their attention to her. It was obvious on her face that his wife wasn’t aware of the news that was coming now.

“I know it is a matter that weighs deeply on your heart, but if you are willing to allow it, I’d like to discuss your mortality, my child.”

She tightly gripped his hand as her breath quickened. Out of reflex, Loki began to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb after placing his lips to the side of her head.

“Wh-what about it?”

Frigga and Thor shared a look and he nodded to signal for her to continue. The mood in the room became very tense as Loki and Jessica waited to hear what the queen had to say.

“Ever since your time spent here while carrying the twins, I have been searching for a solution to your troubles, especially after you later had the strength to walk away from your husband in an attempt to lessen his pain when the time arrives shortly that you are called home to Valhalla. I’m pleased to say that after years of searching, I believe I have found something.”

Looking over at each other in shock, Loki could see the pain in his wife’s eyes, but also the slightest glimmer of hope. He brought her hand to his lips and left a lingering kiss upon her knuckles before looking to his mother for the answer to his biggest fear.

“After spending countless hours scouring ancient texts and scrolls, I found a spell that was banished from this realm many generations ago. It has the power to connect two spirits, but once it is done, it can never be undone without causing death to both parties involved.”

“A soul binding?”

Frigga turned her focus away from her daughter-in-law to nod towards her son.

“But I thought that was a myth? A story that was handed down from the Gods that simply passed through the generations.”

“As did I, my child. The more I have looked into it, it appears that it was simply banished after the death of many young lovers. They had their souls bound to one another then found their love eventually faded into mere infatuation. When they tried to break the spell, it resulted in death and took the life of the sole heir of a neighboring realm. After that, it was banished from the history of both realms involved. The spell itself is in my ability to perform. You and I are the only sorcerers strong enough to wield the amount of seidr involved to bind two souls to each other, however as you will be part of the ritual, it will be impossible for you to perform it.”

“Surely there are risks involved, mother. A spell that powerful must come with serious outcomes if anything goes wrong.”

“You’re right, Loki. That level of magic does come at a price. There are no foreseeable complications to actually performing the ritual. It is a simple incantation over a potion, and I personally have all the ingredients needed. That part is not what concerns me. Once this is performed, it can never be undone. It will bestow Jessica with a lifespan equal to ours, among other things. She will not only be a Princess of Asgard but will be transformed into a goddess in her own right with the duties and responsibilities that come with it. That part alone is a decision that shouldn’t be taken likely. If we do this, there is no going back should your marriage face difficulty or your love for each other fade with time. Even if you never wish to undue the spell, it could still lead to a premature death. With a soul binding, the lifeforce of a person is tied to another’s. That means that once one of you perish, the soul of the other will begin to fade until their lifeforce is extinguished. It could be years after or moments after. There is a lack of records on the matter to know what to expect.”

The four of them sat in silence as the weight of the decision sank in. As much as he longed to have more time with her, Loki wasn’t sure that he would put such a burden on her. The risks on her life were something else he wasn’t comfortable with as well. His mind raced with the benefits and drawbacks until her voice broke through the tension that hung in the air.

“I’ll do it.”

Even though the three words were a small whisper, it was more than enough to draw their attention to her. Loki looked over at his wife to find tears in her eyes and a nervous smile gracing her beautiful face.

“I beg your pardon?”

The fear was still evident in her eyes, but the tension was starting to slip from her form.

“I said I’ll do it. I’m willing to do the soul binding spell if that means I get the chance at more time with you, Lohk. At this point, all three of our children are showing an increasing presence in their powers and will more than likely have a lifespan closer to yours than mine. I would be willing to take on the duties of a hundred titles if it meant I stayed by your side. Frigga has already said that the spell itself isn’t a danger to my health or yours. I’m already aging quicker than I would like to be. You still look the same as the day I met you, Loki.”

His anxiety continued to rise and he found himself standing to pace the floor in the sitting room, unaware that he was taking the same path he did the day they chose to part ways. Just like before, Jessica allowed him a moment to get his nervous energy out before stepping in front of him and forcing him out of his spiral by focusing on her.

“Baby, look at me.”

She patiently waited until he stopped fighting it and his eyes finally met hers.

“I know you’re scared and so am I, but I am not scared one bit to bind my soul to yours. I’m never going to stop choosing you, Mischief. There may be times where we drive each other insane or need some space from each other. That’s going to happen whether or not we only get this lifetime or a million of them. I just know that in our ten years together, we have already loved and fought more than so many others ever get the chance to do. On our wedding day, you promised me forever and now we have an actual chance at a real one. What do you say we spend thousands of years choosing each other all over again?”

As Loki stared into the eyes of the woman he loved, a part of him already knew that his soul was tied to hers whether a spell was involved or not. S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Jessica Ryleigh had captured his attention from the first glance across a crowded room. By the end of that night, she been imprinted into the very depths of his being. By the end of their first deep conversation the following night on the sofa at her home, a part of him knew she had captured his heart as well. From that moment forward, she had begun to weave her soul into his until he found himself unable to breath without her. As she became his beloved, his fiancée, his wife, and then eventually the mother of his three little miracles, he found himself dreading the day that he was forced to live without her. Now his mother was capable of giving him the blessing of never having to. Even though he was still scared of all of the unknown, in his heart, Loki knew that there truly wasn’t a choice involved.

“Elskan Min, I want a thousand lifetimes with you.”

Jessica wrapped her arms around his waist and smile up at him as he pulled her tight to his chest.

“You are the love of my life, Loki. There was no one before you and there will be no one after you.”

Sealing the agreement with a kiss, the two of them knew it was the first day of the rest of their lives. Despite the obstacles that had forced them apart, they had always found a way back to each other. On a warm summer day behind the Avengers compound in front of those dearest to them and again a few days later in front of all of Asgard, Loki Laufeyson and Jessica Ryleigh promised each other forever and that was a promise they both intended to keep.

To be continued…

Coming Soon: Eternity - The third and final part of Loki & Jessica's story!!!!! 😉

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Kinktober Day 4 - Spanking

Prompt day 4: spanking (yes I know, it’s so late 😭)

Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Crazy Dog(Lee)/Troy Otto/Original Female Character

Summary: Troy is angry. Lee has an idea how to get rid of that aggression.

Read the continuations here: part 2 part 3 part 4

Word Count: 6338 (I totally overdid it, I know)

Title: I can’t stop imagining hurting you!

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Troy was treating the part of the fence he was repairing with more force than was conducive to its improvement, damaging more than he was repairing but he didn’t care. Maybe he even wanted to destroy it, he suspected, when he felt a certain kind of vicious satisfaction at watching it fall apart.

He’d had a nightmare. Again. He wished he could say this was getting old but the truth was, no matter how often his brain showed him that scene, the horror of it was as fresh as the first time. Those lifeless eyes staring at him accusingly, the overpowering stench of blood – much too much to be outside of the body…

He hammered harder against the post, the loud thump all that filled his mind for a peaceful second,

“Woah, hey! Careful there, you’re gonna tear the whole fence down if you continue like that…”

Troy flinched, that laughy voice pulling him right back into his nightmare for a second before he raised his head, looking into very much not dead eyes.

Troy just narrowed his own eyes at Lee, something in the other man’s amused expression sitting very wrong with him and he continued hitting the post. Softer now, though he’d deny it if ever asked. Lee watched for a moment and knelt down then, reaching for Troy’s toolbox and set about helping Troy. Neither said a word and so they worked in silence for a while. Until Troy cracked.

“What do you want?” he asked, exasperated.

“Hm?” Lee creased his brows in confusion and it did not look cute. “I’m… helping you repair the fence…?”

“Not that! Why did you seek me out in the first place?”

“Oh, right!” he smiled, relieved, as if Troy had just done him a favor, reminding him of what he’d come here for and Troy clenched his fist tighter around the hammer. “Ri suggested we could do a picnic date for lunch and I wanted to see whether you were free then and would like to, too?”

Troy just stared at him. Picnic date with Lee and Ri. That still made him pause, made his mind stumble, even after two weeks of utter bliss, two weeks of having both of them.

“Troy? Would you… like that?” Lee repeated his question carefully but with such hope, looking at him through tantalizing, eager eyes. It made his imagination flare up again, violently and vicious and he quickly shut his own tightly closed – not that that got rid of the image of Lee’s warm brown eyes gouged out—

He wrenched his eyes open again, jumping up and on his feet, glaring down at Lee, expression stony. Angry. Lee couldn’t quite stop himself from flinching. He hadn’t seen that expression directed at himself for quite some time now and it worried him, deeply. He stood up, too, all slow movements as if not to spook Troy.

“Hey, what is it?” Lee asked gingerly. And Troy saw himself tearing out his vocal chords. A muscle jumped in his jaw and he held himself very very still. Lee reached a worried hand towards him and Troy grabbed it out of the air before his mind could show him how he’d cut it off, squeezing way too hard for comfort, putting all of that irrational anger, the anger he didn’t quite understand into this, so he wouldn’t do worse. Oh god, if he’d do worse…!

“I can’t stop imagining hurting you!” burst out of him, through gritted teeth and he squeezed Lee’s wrist harder and harder with each word.

Lee suppressed the impulse to free his hand from Troy’s grip, held back the urge to grimace in pain. Instead his thoughts were racing, trying to figure out what exactly was going on with Troy. From the way he’d burst out with that concerning statement he didn’t actually want to follow through, even if he had Lee’s hand in a vice grip just now. But Lee wasn’t sure Troy was in any state to explain himself, or talk to him at all. And suddenly he understood, of course he did. He knew Troy well enough by now, knew of his demons and knew how to get through to him.

“Then do,” he simply said.

Troy felt a thrill go through him for a shameful heartbeat when Lee said those words, before his eyes widened in horror and he let go of Lee’s hand as if burnt.

“I can take it,” Lee added lowly, so, so certain and Troy almost shook his head, suddenly an avalanche of all the violent images he’d had in the past flashing in his mind. It made him yelp “no!” and desperately looking at Lee. He didn’t know what he was saying and he needed to stop!

Lee’s eyebrows shot up at Troy’s… violent reaction, for lack of a better word and he said musingly,

“These must be some very disturbing thoughts you’re having.”

Troy’s eyes widened even further while he wanted to snark no shit?! but instead his face heated with embarrassment and he was gasping for air, unable to actually put these violent thoughts into words – as if this alone would make them real. “It’s ok.” Lee smiled softly and Troy wondered how he could still smile at him like that “I didn’t mean in the same way as your thoughts. More… controlled. Or premeditated may be the term.” Troy creased his eyebrows and Lee’s heart melted over Troy’s cluelessness in these matters. Then he asked him pointedly, “Have you ever heard of consensual spanking?”

Troy was rooted to the spot. From the moment the three of them – the three of them because he’d absolutely refused to even consider Lee’s offer without Ri agreeing to this, too, without Ri present for it, too, so she could stop him when things got out of hand. From the moment the three of them had gone into his room after dinner he’d been nervous. And he hadn’t moved an inch. Not when Lee had undressed, so matter of factly. Not when he’d told Ri to blindfold and restrain him. And not now when Lee was kneeling in front of the bed, half bent over it, in fact, arms stretched out on it, ready and waiting for him. For him to… Troy swallowed uncomfortably.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t excite some shameful part of him, wasn’t satisfying to some shameful part of him, the idea of hurting Lee. The idea of Lee willingly taking Troy’s violent side. God help him, it made him feel accepted in ways he hadn’t ever before. But still, he was rooted to the spot, not moving one bit, even less wanting to actually go through with it.

He sneered at himself. How pitiful was he? Here Lee was offering him the unthinkable, something he, Troy, knew would satisfy this violent part of him but he just couldn’t do it.

Lee grew more and more worried. He’d already been trepidatious when Troy hadn’t moved when they’d started. But he’d thought Troy would grow more comfortable, especially once Lee couldn’t see him anymore. He guessed that Troy was somehow ashamed to have this need, even though Lee had done everything he could think of to assure him it wasn’t. Ri being here and prepping him, that was also designed to put Troy at ease, to show him they were both more than alright with this, that there was nothing he had to hide from them.

But it seemed like none of it had its intended effect. He waited some more, patiently, but it was eerily silent in the room. This… didn’t have to mean anything but he’d rather be sure.

“Troy?” he asked therefore gently. There was no response. This was worrying.

“Ri, help me.” He wasted no time, voice firm, controlled. He shouldn’t let them hear his worry, especially not Troy, not now. Ri was besides him in seconds and from her hectic movements when she undid the knots of the rope he knew she was worried, too. She didn’t interfere, though, not yet and he was grateful for it, standing up, almost jumping to his feet, but he stopped himself just in time, once he was freed, pulling the blindfold from his eyes and taking Troy in.

He was standing on the same spot he’d occupied when they’d entered the room, his eyebrows drawn together, a little crease between them. Otherwise he appeared mostly expressionless, eyes unfocused as if he was staring into nothing. Lee walked towards him, putting a comforting hand on Troy’s shoulder, bringing focus back to his eyes and Lee felt relieved when he saw that.

“Hey,” he greeted him sweetly, “what is it?” He tried to look into Troy’s eyes but Troy avoided his gaze.

What is it – that was the question, wasn’t it? Troy thought miserably. If only he knew what it was that stopped him from moving. He feared, oh, he feared if he didn’t do this, didn’t allow for this outlet that it would break out, uncontrolled at some point. That it would do real damage and that thought made his blood run cold.

“Talk to us,” Lee asked, pleaded with him. Troy finally did look at him, that kind expression he knew he would find and he braced himself for the familiar violent visions. They didn’t come for some reason but he felt no relief. Instead he felt like his salvation was right there but of course he was unable to actually grasp it, to do what had to be done.

“I…” he started and snarled at himself, at his inability. “I can’t…” he almost choked on the last word. Lee drew him into a tight hug at that, rubbing his back soothingly, his arms.

“That’s ok,” he was quick to assure him, “You don’t have to do this, it’s ok!” A second pair of arms joined his and he smiled gratefully at Ri – maybe even a bit apologetic. She was standing behind Troy, holding him securely in her arms, too, her head leaned on his shoulder in silent support. Troy shuddered.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered but Lee didn’t let him finish that thought, there was nothing to be sorry for, so he told him that, with feeling. Oh, what had he done? The poor kid was totally shaken.

“I just…” Troy sighed, unable to articulate this pull Lee’s suggestion still had over him. It was like he needed them not to give up on this – but still he froze when he thought about actually doing it. He made a frustrated sound.

“How about I get dressed and we’ll spend a quiet night in?” Lee suggested.

“We could continue reading Lord of the Rings and cuddle in bed?” Ri agreed softly.

“No!” Troy burst out. Lee pulled back from the hug a little to look at him while Ri had raised her head to look at Lee concerned. Lee glanced her way, just a second, letting her know he was right there with her.

“I don’t, I don’t want that. I want…” Ah, but what did he want? He sighed again and tried to explain differently. “This… wasn’t a bad idea, I, uh…”

“What, spanking?” Lee asked, just to be sure. Troy shot him an annoyed look that actually put Lee at ease, at least a little.

“Yes,” Troy replied, drawling the words, “spanking.” Lee couldn’t hide a little grin at that familiar tone. Then he grew serious again, exchanging another one of their looks with Ri.

“You sure?” he asked, “I mean, you didn’t…”

“I know!” Troy interrupted, unwilling to let Lee finish that, to listen to how he’d failed. “I know,” he repeated, softer now, “And… I don’t think I can… do that. But…” he trailed off, still unclear about the but of it.

Another look from Lee to Ri, this one meaning ‘trust me’.

“Troy,” he said then, briskly. Troy’s head snapped to Lee, as if he’d just chastised him. Lee needed to caress that skittish expression sweetly, and he did, fingers brushing softly over his cheek, wandering to his neck, coming to rest in his hair, palm pressed to Troy’s head, fingers splayed wide. All the while he was talking, slowly, as if he was just thinking of it,

“Do you, maybe, want…” He drew that word out, enjoying the almost hungry look in Troy’s eyes. Suddenly he closed his fist in Troy’s hair, pulling just a little on it, eliciting a gasp “...for our roles to be reversed?” Troy’s eyes widened and he took a shaky breath. And then another.

“I’m sure, you can take it, too, baby,” Lee added seductively while he’d flattened his hand against Troy’s head again, sweetly caressing where he’d just pulled. Troy choked off a moan and looked away, cheeks heating. Oh, he did want to. But he didn’t want to want. For some reason it was easier for him to accept to be the one who needs to dispense violence – because this was a familiar narrative, one he almost felt at home with – than the one who needs violence to be done to him. It was… weak. Or even less than weak. It was a perversion. And still he wanted Lee to do this to him, felt aroused at the idea of being at his mercy, of being spanked… oh god, oh god, oh god what was wrong with him? His breathing was now coming in short gasps. Too short.

“Oh baby,” Lee whispered. All sweetness again. Full of compassion and both his hands cupped Troy’s face, making him look at Lee. “This is nothing to be ashamed of! You’re beautiful, you know that? All of you. Yes, even this. Such a marvelous thing.” he paused for a moment, giving him time for this message to sink in. Then he added, lowly,

“And I’ll give you whatever you need. Whatever you crave.”

“We both will,” Ri’s voice was quiet but no less firm.

Troy’s moan was unguarded this time, full of longing, his head lolling to the side and back and Lee kissed his exposed jawline, his neck.

“Want me to do this for you?” he asked, needing absolute certainty. They had to progress more careful now. He had to be extra vigilante of Troy’s state of mind if they were to do this. He knew, after all, off Troy’s history of abuse.

“Yes,” Troy hissed, still somewhat torn over this desire. But the way they had just accepted this, the way Lee appeared even… eager to give this to him helped.

“Then I will,” Lee promised and Troy shuddered, Good god, his nerve endings already felt like they were on fire. Lee led him back to the bed, never once stopping kissing or caressing him. He also caught Ri’s gaze, trying to put all his confidence in his own – but she still looked a bit worried.

When he felt the edge of the bed hit his legs he stopped.

“Troy?”

Troy looked at him through hazy eyes. Oh, he was already so affected by this, Lee thought, and they hadn’t even started…!

“We’re gonna do it a bit differently for you, yes? No blindfold, no restraints. I’ll be sitting down on the edge of the bed and you’ll lie across my knees. Only then will I pull down your pants. And I’ll be asking you, now and again, how you’re feeling, how the pain is. I need you to be honest. Do you understand? Troy?” All of it was said in his brisk voice again. Troy blinked and nodded. Then Lee’s voice softened again. “I know you can take a lot. I know your strength baby, But here, I need you to be honest about your vulnerability, ok?” Lee waited until Troy nodded again. “Good, that’s very good,” he breathed then, “And Ri will sit by your head, hold your hand. Whatever you need.” He glanced at her, not that he needed to, he knew she’d do this, and she nodded, resolutely.

“I’ll be right there with you, sweetie,” she promised, her voice surer than she felt. Lee watched her lovingly, then his eyes shifted back to Troy.

“Alright?” he asked Troy, “Or…”

“No, no it’s fine!” Troy said quickly and cleared his throat, “That’s… yeah. Let’s try that.” His voice was still rough – so affected, Lee thought again in wonder and he pulled Troy into a longing kiss, couldn’t not, pressed him close – and Troy practically fell against him. It made it difficult to stay on course, especially when he felt Troy’s… enthusiasm in his pants because suddenly he wanted nothing more than to throw him on the bed and worship him— but no! They had time to do that later. That was not what Troy had asked for now.

“I love you,” he whispered against Troy’s lips avidly.

“I love you too,” Troy replied, voice still like that, like he couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Suddenly two different hands reached for Troy’s face, turning him to the side and Ri kissed him, too, with abandon. And with so much intention. Love. When she pulled back, she caressed his cheeks sweetly, expression so soft.

“And I love you,” she whispered. Troy sighed, leaning into her hand. She reached with her other hand to Lee’s shoulder, squeezing briefly. Lee could see in her eyes that she had some misgivings about the change in plans. And he understood it, completely. But Troy’s reactions so far made him believe they were on the right path. He put his own hand over hers reassuringly, then bent his head and kissed her hand.

“Love you,” he whispered against her knuckles.

“You too,” she told him, bit of her playfulness entering her tone. He smiled at her. Then nodded at himself. Right. It was time. He sat down on the bed, looking back up at Troy. Troy swallowed and made to position himself as discussed.

“Wait,” Lee said. Troy stopped looking down through hooded eyes. Lee blinked up at him, tilted his head and then started to open Troy’s trousers briskly. Both Troy and Ri watched Lee mesmerized and with a certain degree of bashfulness.

“Now,” Lee said when he’d pulled down Troy’s zipper and it wasn’t a suggestion.

Ri didn’t let go off Troy, having taken his hand as soon as Lee had sat down. Even now she didn’t let go, even if it made it a bit awkward for Troy to lie down. But he didn’t snark at her once for it, even though he’d stared at their joined hands for an unusually long amount of time. When he’d looked back up at her she thought there was gratitude in his expression.

Once he was draped over Lee’s knees she sat on the floor by his head, making sure to be on eye-level with him. He had his lips tucked between his teeth and his gaze fixed on a random spot on the floor. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

“Are you nervous, sweetie?” she asked carefully. His gaze shot to her and was that – anticipation there? It definitely was, she realized as he shook his head resolutely. It didn’t make the impulse to wrap him in a blanket and keep all bad things – yes, even the ones he’d asked for – far away from him but it did diminish it. And she had to admit he looked good like this, long limbs relaxed and sprawled.

“Now, let’s get rid of those pants, yeah?” And again it wasn’t a suggestion even if the words gave the appearance of it. Troy dutifully shifted his weight onto his elbows so he could lift his hips and Lee pulled down his pants, complete with boxers. Ri watched with a racing heart. Yes, she was nervous, worried for Troy, for how he’d take this – not physically, of course, she’d seen him take quite the beating and come out alright – but emotionally. Was worrying he hadn’t thought this one through (like he so often didn’t), had just let himself be swept up by… by the challenge of it (like he so often did). Not that Lee had made it sound like a challenge. In fact, he’d been so very good in steering that conversation – uncovering what it was Troy may need…

“You ok?” she asked Troy when she felt him shiver. Troy nodded at her and she saw no lie there. Then she saw what the source of the shiver was, Lee’s hand slowly trailing back up Troy’s bare leg, saw Troy swallow prominently and he winced almost imperceptibly once Lee reached the curve of his ass.

She held her breath, eyes flitting to Troy, intent on not even missing the tiniest movement, smallest reaction, once the slap came. But, it didn’t. She looked over Troy’s head again to what Lee was doing and saw that he was stroking Troy’s ass affectionately.

“Ready?” he asked, voice rough. This was doing things to all of them, Ri thought, almost amused. Troy nodded, again that anticipatory glint in his eyes, his expression. Ri would lie if she’d said that expression wasn’t igniting things for her – she’d always had a weakness for the fighter in him. And it seemed she wasn’t the only one.

Troy flinched, his hand twitching in Ri’s when the first slap echoed. Ri bit her lip, her eyes now glued to Troy’s face. The next two slaps came between caresses. Troy tensed, whenever Lee raised his hand after the caress but he didn’t flinch anymore when it hit. The only reaction there were his nostrils flaring,

After the fourth slap he exhaled nosily. It almost sounded… frustrated? Ri thought.

“You ok?” Lee was quick to ask, pausing all movement. Troy huffed, moving his face away from Ri’s face, pressing it against the mattress.

“Troy?” Lee asked just as she’d wanted to, too. She smiled softly to herself, reminding herself that Lee got this. “I need you to answer.”

“I… yeah, I’m ok,” Troy answered, voice muffled, “I just…” He broke off and made another, definitely frustrated, sound. “That didn’t hurt,” he then pointed out, his tone rising high with the last word. “I want you to really hurt me,” he added, clearly agitated. Ri had to exert all self-control not to react to that… plea, her protectiveness of him slamming into her, making it difficult to breathe for a heartbeat.

Suddenly Troy’s gaze found hers again and he looked… annoyed? At her or himself, she wondered? But there was something more in his gaze. Something guarded. Something helpless. It made her caress his knuckles, her lips twitching into a supportive smile. Right. This, here, was for him. She’d have time for her feelings later.

“Patience,” Lee said, no, admonished Troy, “I will.” These low words weren’t even a promise, they were a statement of fact and it was enough to calm Troy down, and yes, she had to admit that this was cute, how the two of them reacted to one another, despite the circumstances. Downright adorable.

Troy had felt everything from irritation to shame to failure when Lee had made him tell him what the matter was. Why he’d been frustrated. And he still couldn’t quite believe his own excited reaction to what was going on and at the same time he couldn’t wait. Didn’t want sweetness anymore, the caresses between slaps making him tense, making him almost flinch. No, he didn’t want that. Instead he wanted to take Lee’s violence, wanted it with a maddening kind of intensity. A vicious one. It calmed, when Lee stated he would, would hurt him as he… craved. And only for a second did he wonder if he was forcing Lee to do this. Kind, gentle Lee.

But the next slap already came, more powerful than the ones before, making him choke off a gasp. It stung. He expected a caress to follow, as before. Instead another slap landed on his ass, the sound of it unnaturally loud in his ears. And while a part of him was chanting yesyesyesmore even while he cringed internally at the pain, just a little, he suddenly wondered if they could be heard. If anyone could guess what was going on – the fearsome Troy Otto getting spanked like a naughty kid.

He gasped when Lee’s hand next connected with his other butt cheek, had been too in his head to anticipate that and shifted a little. Was he… finding the idea of people overhearing… arousing?

“Ngh,” escaped him at the next slap. Lee had definitely increased the intensity, That one he’d felt reverberate through his whole body, making him lose his train of thought. Lee pinched his cheek he’d just hit and Troy had to stop himself from yelping.

“How are you, Troy?” he asked then, voice firm as he changed to a slow caress that still stung a little.

“G-good,” Troy replied. He was. He wanted, needed Lee to continue! He’d felt…

“Not too much?” Lee’s voice soft again, “be honest, love.” Troy shuddered at the endearment. Or at the contrast of the endearment with what Lee had just done to him before.

“No,” he answered, “M-more?” And dear god did Lee oblige him! It was painful now, almost felt angry on Lee’s part (and why did that make Troy salivate?). Almost because it was too methodical, too measured. It was exactly how Troy wanted it to hurt. No more, no less. His head lolled to the side and he stared helplessly into Ri’s wide eyes. He saw her rosy cheeks but there was no space for thoughts in his mind anymore, no way to interpret them in any way. He was sure he was making pitiful sounds now. Somewhere between longing for more and begging for it to stop.

His ass felt like it was on fire now and still a little satisfied thrill went through him with every renewed contact of Lee’s hand. And when Lee suddenly paused he almost wept. He wanted more. He could take more! He was sick, wasn’t he? And he whined, limbs twitching and he didn’t even know with what.

“Oh,” Lee breathed reverently and it was like a cool caress, calming Troy for a moment. Lee’s next words undid that again, “You’re so hard, baby.”

Troy shuddered, his whole focus suddenly on his aching cock. God, yes, he was, from being manhandled. Mistreated. He choked down a sob and rolled his face onto the mattress, hiding, hiding. Not that he could, both Lee and Ri knew now…

“Troy, look at me,” Lee said. Troy did, turning, rolling his head towards Lee, suddenly afraid of what he would find in Lee’s expression. He needn’t have feared, Lee looked at him so gently, encouraging. Then something sly entered his gaze and he asked,

“If I continue – think you could come like this?”

Troy’s brain short circuited, that thought too much for him to bear (and why did he want this, yearn for it, wish for it…). He made a low, drawling noise, letting it slip past his half-opened mouth, panting.

Lee saw Troy’s unfocused eyes, the little bit of drool pooling besides his chin, the slackness of his muscles and he knew they had to stop now. He reached carefully for Troy’s back, stroking softly.

“Troy? Hey, Troy. Baby…” he whispered gently.

“Uhn…?” Troy seemed still out of it, blinking sluggishly. A wave of pure love enveloped Lee at the sight.

“You did it,” he told him, letting admiration color his voice, “It’s over now and you did so marvelous. You hear, baby?” His hand had reached Troy’s head now, he was letting his fingers run through his hair. “Oh love, sweet love…” He was caressing Troy’s cheek now, warmly, wiping the corner of his mouth clean, the side of his chin. Then he said, “Come to us so. Let us be good to you now, let us kiss it better…” He moved slowly, up, up the bed, pulling Troy with him and with him went Ri, until they were lying fully on it. “See. That’s better, yes? That’s all nice and comfy…”

He kissed Troy’s sweaty forehead and then let Ri know with a glance to take over for him. She did, had already been running her fingertips up and down Troy’s arm soothingly. Now she took his face carefully into her hands and crooned soft affirmations. Lee felt another wave of pure love, this time for her, how she did not let Troy even suspect that this had been somewhat difficult on her.

He smiled and reached for the nightstand where he’d prepared wet towels for relief – at that time he’d thought Troy may need to be able to offer comfort after the high of dispensing violence wore off. He told Troy in low tones what he planned on doing and draped the towel carefully over Troy’s abused skin. Troy hissed, then sighed.

“Good, yes?” Lee asked softly and added, intently, “We just want what’s best for you, you know that, right?” He didn’t expect an answer, instead leaning in to kiss Troy’s neck, drawing Troy’s backside so very carefully against his front so he could spoon him just as carefully, making sure the towel stayed where it was needed, caught between their bodies and he put his own, burning hand on it, too.

Then they weren’t talking anymore, just letting their hands run over Troy’s body lovingly, kissing his skin sweetly, his face, his chest (Ri) and his shoulders, his neck (Lee). Slowly, oh so slowly, Troy started to lean into the touches, respond more consciously. They, in turn, became surer in them, fingers splayed wide, every stroke both possession and devotion. Troy sighed when Ri’s fingertips accidentally brushed his nipple and again when Lee’s hand had wandered to his thigh. It made Lee slow down, pay special attention to the soft skin there and his fingertips grazed Troy’s cock as if by chance. A tiny moan escaped Troy. Lee’s hand concentrated back on Troy’s thigh, but his second one joined in, clasping Troy’s neglected cock, sweetly pumping, making Troy groan. Lee and Ri both took that as a sign to keep alternating between innocent and very intent touches, letting themselves be guided by the approving sounds Troy was making and when he gently shuddered into his orgasm they still didn’t stop their tender worship of his body, shifting to fully innocent touches.

“Ah, you’re so precious,” Lee moaned into Troy’s ear when he felt Troy’s warm cum spill over his hand, “So, so precious, my love…”

Ri was peppering Troy’s faces, echoing that sentiment without words, before laying her cheek against Troy’s sweetly, soothing, soothing. That was what this was. A way to soothe Troy, show him how loved and accepted he was. And it seemed it was working, Troy had melted under their hands, not the dazed slackness of before but a deep kind of relaxation. Even his speech seemed to be coming back.

“Uhm,” he started and cleared his throat.

“Yes, sweetie?” Ri prompted softly when he didn’t continue while Lee kissed his shoulder in support.

“Uh, that was… uhm, thanks.” His voice was cracking in places and he tensed.

“No need to thank us,” Lee rumbled, “It was gladly done.” Instead of relaxing, Troy tensed further and made a tiny huffing sound.

“What is it?” Lee asked carefully.

“You don’t have to say that,” Troy said, hiding his eyes under his arm.

“Say what?” Lee asked, even more careful now, while Ri was running her fingertips over his arm.

“… I know this was…” Troy broke off, miserably and Ri’s hand had reached Troy’s, squeezing in support.

“What was it, Troy?” Lee asked searchingly. Troy lifted his arm and craned his neck to stare at Lee. It wasn’t enough so with brusque fingers he reached for the towel, lifting it off himself and throwing it to the ground. Then he turned towards Lee, not even wincing when his butt made contact with the bed, he was too irritated.

“I know this was… sick. That you did this just for me. Just, let me thank you for that, will you?! I am grateful!”

“You,” Lee said slowly, “Are a clueless idiot.” Troy looked at him as if he’d, well, struck him. “But you are my clueless idiot,” Lee continued, voice softer, “And I won’t let you thank me for that because that’s not what this was. It wasn’t sick. Or unhealthy. Or any other number of things you’re thinking of. It was an expression of deep trust and love. It was a intensely connecting act, every bit as intimate and profound as any kind of sex we’d had. I’m not saying I did it gladly to placate you. I say it because it’s true. I did do it gladly. I did enjoy it. Couldn’t you feel that? Can’t you feel it now?”

“You… did?” Troy asked in wonder. Lee nodded, breathlessly, suddenly slightly bashful himself.

“You did,” Troy repeated. There was something dark in his voice… Hunger, lee realized, when he saw Troy’s hand move in his periphery, when he felt Troy fondling him and he gasped.

“Tell me again,” Troy demanded, begged, watching Lee closely.

“Ah,” Lee breathed because Troy was slowly moving his hand, massaging his half-hard cock. “I… did it gladly,” he whispered. It felt like a confession with how Troy was looking at him, “I, mhm, enjoyed it.” Troy continued to stare at Lee, continued stroking him, too, and Lee closed his eyes, moaning softly.

“I want you to come for me while you think of that,” Troy declared finally and he set about helping him achieve that.

“That was fast,” Troy said smugly after.

“…cheeky,” Lee huffed, amused, “Come here, you.” He pulled Troy up so he could lay his head against lee’s chest, “Love you… sweet idiot.”

“Mhmm,” Troy said savouringly. Lee and Ri resumed their soft stroking of Troy’s body, couldn’t not, and he fell asleep soon after.

“You did good,” Ri broke the silence, looking up from Troy.

“Yeah?” Lee looked at her somewhat guarded, “I thought you…”

“You did good, Lee,” she said again, firmly and smiled fondly at him. Then she added, “True, I wasn’t sure of it…”

“Thank you for trusting me anyway,” Lee said solemnly.

“Always. And it’s as you said. We’ll give him whatever he needs. And,” now her voice turned sly, “It was kinda hot. The way you were. The way he was…”

Lee does his little boy smile that lights up his whole face.

“He was fucking amazing wasn’t he?” he sighed dreamily. Then he looked at her closely and asked,

“How are you holding up?” Ri shrugged a little, wanting to deflect the question. I’m fine, was already on the tip of her tongue. And then she realized – she was fine. Yes, the experience had been scary and yes she’d been mostly tense throughout but… but seeing now how they’d both come out of it for the better – seeing it even then, though she hadn’t really been in a state of mind to enjoy it (much)… yes, she was fine.

“I’m alright,” she whispered, kissing Lee’s cheek, “thanks for asking.” He turned his head, looked at her seriously.

“You know I’d never want to do something you’re not comfortable with, right? If…”

“I know,” she interrupted him and assured him, “I’d have said something. If…”

“So you’re ok if we do this again…?” Lee asked carefully, “Or… things like it.” A pleasant shiver ran up her spine as she realized, yes, she was more than fine with it.

Next morning, when Lee woke up, he was alone in bed. Given that both his lovers were early risers it shouldn’t alarm him. He still felt unsettled. He supposed because he wanted to make sure they were still ok with what had transpired the night before. He hastened out of bed and in search of them, found them in the kitchen, talking in low voices. Relaxed. Good. That was good.

He greeted both of them with a kiss on their cheeks. Troy pressed a cup of coffee into his hands and Ri passed him a plate with cookies. They both knew he wasn’t an early riser, he realized as he sat down, contently, and started on his breakfast while they resumed their conversation. He let it lull him as he enjoyed the taste of the coffee offset by the sweetness of the cookies. This was the life!

Then he noticed that Troy was shifting on his feet, that he was on his feet, even while Ri was sitting and by her empty cup he knew she, they probably had been here a while. It made him smile even as he felt bad about it. Still his mouth said, teasingly,

“Won’t you sit, Troy?” Both stopped to look at Lee and Troy rolled his eyes at him, not even dignifying that with a response. Lee’s grin widened when he saw that Troy fought to keep his own smile hidden. Ri was just looking between them, from one to the other and back, ready to interfere if necessary. Not that it was.

“Come sit in my lap,” Lee said then. Troy just looked at Lee, expressionless. Lee looked patiently back at him. Then Troy moved, doing what Lee had suggested, sitting down gingerly. Lee’s heart melted. It was like Troy was craving his attention so much, he was even willing put up with any discomfort. He kissed Troy’s neck thoroughly, not leaving any doubt in Troy’s mind that he would get all the attention he needed. Would get everything he needed.

“So,” he asked then, whispered against Troy’s skin, “You still imagine hurting me?”

“N-no,” Troy said, small sigh escaping him when Lee resumed his kisses, “I…” he swallowed “I imagine you hurting me.” Lee let his teeth graze Troy’s skin at that confession, a reflex almost and Troy exhaled sharply, a suppressed moan.

“Want a repeat performance some time?” Lee asked huskily. Troy shuddered. Did he ever.

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[VICE VERSA episode 7 parts 3&4]

So much for “Up take the wheel”

TALAY’S TRYING TO BE A RESPONSIBLE DRIVER PUEN STOP LURING HIM TO THE DARK SIDE

“It one if missing, the other will be sad” He’s actually comparing them to fried chicken oh my god

“I’m going fast” ARE YOUS PEEDING

IT’S THE SONG!!!!

Jumping on Puen while he’s driving, I’m so done

The actors must be so sick of KFC at this point omg

For a sec I thought Up was gonna run into the lake askljdf

“It’s worth the carsickness” NOTHING is worth feeling sick, it’s one of the worst feelings in the world for me

THE INHALER-UP-THE-NOSE THING CAME FULL CIRCLE

Saaadhu~

Talay seriously drinks too much, I’m worried for him

K… kiss?

Kiss? Yes?

TALAY’S CLOSING HIS EYES FOR IT, C’MON

FUCK!!!!!!!

Oh my gosh no! TALAY COME BACK

THIS COULD’VE BEEN SO ROMANTIC *KICKS SOMETHING AND HURTS MY FOOT*

TALAY YOU’RE MAKING ME SAD

Even though the subs are out of sync, as soon as I heard him say “Friend Credits” I knew what he was saying ughughugh

Talay I wanna cut you for wringing yourself out of Puen’s grip

LOOK HOW TORN UP HE IS

Man this board is ass, first times serve as a learning experience, no one is perfect right off the bat

“Can you believe the only thing he talked about to me is you?” PUEN IS SO PATHETIC (affectionate)

I wish Pang got more screentime tbh, she seems great

“TALAY’S SMILE IS YOUR SMILE”

Can’t believe they’re saying all this a couple meters from where Talay is sitting

I LOVE HOW TALAY’S BEHAVIOR AFFECTS PUEN’S BECAUSE THAT’S A REAL LIFE THING BETWEEN FRIENDS

Omg shit’s hitting the fan

Also don't think I'm overlooking /your/ driving Talay *narrows eyes*

“Because it’s the only thing I get to do with you” SOBBING

Omg Puen, I really feel his sadness, Jimmy’s acting his ass off

FOREHEAD KISS!

THE WAY THEY’RE HOLDING EACH OTHER

BUT WHY NO ACTUAL KISS!!!!!!

I have no idea why people overlook this episode, it’s an emotional rollercoaster and so important for both T&P and their relationship

TALAY’S TRYING TO BE A RESPONSIBLE DRIVER PUEN STOP LURING HIM TO THE DARK SIDE // “I’m going fast” ARE YOUS PEEDING // Jumping on Puen while he’s driving, I’m so done <<<<< I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOUR COMMENTS ON THIS PART SINCE EPISODE 3 I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR CHAOTIC DRIVING SFJKSGDKSGDJ

“If one is missing, the other will be sad” He’s actually comparing them to fried chicken oh my god <<<<< puen was like 'talay you are the fried chicken to my sauce' AND THEN THEY SAY ROMANCE IS DEAD (....why is my mind suddenly in the gutter and filled with filth......... ANYWAY. MOVING ON)

The actors must be so sick of KFC at this point omg <<<<< sfgsfjksg poor sea has probably eaten so much of it to last him for a lifetime ;;;;;;; i've personally never had KFC but it does look like something you eat exactly ONCE and then never again (and before you ask yes every day i have to fight myself not to buy it just because of vice versa im not letting the capitalism win [hides the bag of lay's currently in her pantry])

For a sec I thought Up was gonna run into the lake askljdf <<<<< SFJKSGDJS I MEAN that wouldn't have been so out of character tbh

“It’s worth the carsickness” NOTHING is worth feeling sick, it’s one of the worst feelings in the world for me <<<<< i couldn't agree more, feeling sick SUCKS!!!!!! i remember during school trips i would always end up getting carsick and even if it was just some nausea it always prevented me to actually enjoy the day

THE INHALER-UP-THE-NOSE THING CAME FULL CIRCLE <<<<< vice versa coming up with parallels even for their product placements KINGS OF UNDERSTANDING THE ASSIGNMENT AND DOING THE MOST i have nothing but respect for this show

Talay seriously drinks too much, I’m worried for him <<<<< you know.. i've always focused on puen's drinking habits because it's something that lead him to his death, but we do see talay drink (and actually get drunk) WAY MORE than puen in the show.... EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND I NEED TO PONDER STUFF

K… kiss? // Kiss? Yes? // TALAY’S CLOSING HIS EYES FOR IT, C’MON // FUCK!!!!!!! // Oh my gosh no! TALAY COME BACK // THIS COULD’VE BEEN SO ROMANTIC *KICKS SOMETHING AND HURTS MY FOOT* <<<<< PLEASE DON'T HURT YOURSELF YOU CAN JUST KICK ME IF YOU WANT. IT WOULD PROBABLY HURT ME LESS THAN THIS SCENE ANYWAY LIKE EVERY TIME I REMEMBER TALAY CLOSED HIS EYES AND WAITED TO BE KISSED IT GENUINELY FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS CURB STOMPING MY HEART AND THEN PUTTING IT IN A MEAT GRINDER FOR GOOD MEASURE. GOD IT'S JUST. the way talay desperately WANTS but doesn't let himself HAVE, while puen desperately WANTS but no longer dares to TAKE, and they both want the other to choose them but they're not sure their feelings are reciprocated. puen asks "this time, i can kiss you, right?" because he needs to know he won't hurt talay again but talay hears that and thinks puen doesn't really want him AND I HAD SO MANY THINGS TO SAY BUT I CAN'T PUT THEM INTO WORDS IM JUST BITING CLAWING KICKING SHAKING THIS SCENE IN MY TEETH LIKE A DOG WITH A CHEW TOY

Talay I wanna cut you for wringing yourself out of Puen’s grip // LOOK HOW TORN UP HE IS <<<<< WOULD LOVE TO SAY SOMETHING COHERENT ABOUT THIS SCENE UNFORTUNATELY THE SECOND I THINK ABOUT TALAY HAVING TO PRY HIMSELF FROM PUEN'S HOLD I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN SET MYSELF ON FIRE WHILE LINKIN PARK'S HIT SONG 'NUMB' PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND CONTINUOUSLY. "IT'S YOU WHO'S GOING TO LEAVE ME"!!!!!! "ARE YOU REALLY ASKING ME TO LET YOU GO"!!!!!! IM CURRENTLY FIGHTING DEMONS AND THE DEMONS ARE WINNING!!!!!!!

“Can you believe the only thing he talked about to me is you?” PUEN IS SO PATHETIC (affectionate) <<<<< HE REALLY IS THE MOST PATHETIC LITTLE MEOW MEOW AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧

I wish Pang got more screentime tbh, she seems great <<<<< I LOVE PANG SO SO MUCH I WISH WE COULD HAVE SEEN WAY MORE OF HER TOO. unfortunately i think the actress was also filming for another show or got scripted for a new one as the lead and she couldn't be around much, which means i now have a whole set of headcanons for pang and im giving her a girlfriend just because i can

“TALAY’S SMILE IS YOUR SMILE” <<<<< the way in episode 5 pang says the crew of the series she and puen worked in together gave him the nickname 'solemn face' because he always had a cold and solemn face on set and now he's smiling so fondly just talking about talay and she's so surprised because she's never seen him like that!!!!!! TALAY'S SMILE IS HIS SMILE INDEED!!!!!!!! feeling like im being flayed alive thanks for asking

Can’t believe they’re saying all this a couple meters from where Talay is sitting <<<<< while talay is thinking puen is leaving him behind and moving on with pang :))))))) CHEWING THROUGH LAYERS OF DRYWALL AS WE SPEAK

I LOVE HOW TALAY’S BEHAVIOR AFFECTS PUEN’S BECAUSE THAT’S A REAL LIFE THING BETWEEN FRIENDS <<<<< every day i mourn the fact that we didn't get to see more of puen and talay picking up each other's habits BUT THEN AGAIN MAYBE THAT'S A GOOD THING BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE DIED

Also don't think I'm overlooking /your/ driving Talay *narrows eyes* <<<<< SFJKSGDKSG he was worried about puen we gotta forgive him just this time

FOREHEAD KISS! // THE WAY THEY’RE HOLDING EACH OTHER // BUT WHY NO ACTUAL KISS!!!!!! <<<<< THAT'S WHAT WE ALL ASKED WHEN THAT SCENE HAPPENED BUT LISTEN. IT ACTUALLY MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!!!!!! because puen basically confessed here ("i believe you are my portkey. the only reason i spent time with pang is that i wanted you to be happy. i didn't know if you're gonna let me love you. i don't want you to look for anyone else. please don't ask me to leave you again."), puen CHOSE talay and talay is finally realizing and accepting that puen's feelings are real, but even if talay apologizes and agrees to go back together, he still doesn't spell out his feelings and puen needs to hear that to know he can take again. that's why we get the kiss next ep when talay CHOOSES puen AND I SWEAR TO GOD SOMEONE IN THE VICE VERSA WRITER ROOM IS GETTING KISSED ON THE MOUTH FOR THE WAY THEY NARRATIVELY CONSTRUCTED THIS SHOW

I have no idea why people overlook this episode, it’s an emotional rollercoaster and so important for both T&P and their relationship <<<<< YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME TO HEAR YOU SAY THIS because i know a lot of people kinda got frustrated with this episode and lamented the lack of plot and the overabundance of product placements but it's such a pivotal moment for puentalay relationship and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

#im gonna need GMMTV to either fix the damn subtitles on part 4 or release the vice versa dvd box set #and since i'd rather not embarrass myself more than i already am CAN THEY JUST PLEASE FIX THE SUBTITLES #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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