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kyuala · 2 years

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7 minutes in heaven with treasure

these are all assuming ur comfortable w it of course! a tiny bit suggestive in yedam's part but that's it. enjoy!

hyunsuk

no 'cause he was sure your name wasn't gonna come out and when it does he just stands there like 😬 bc he knows what's coming

takes the loooooongest time to walk into the damn closet 'cause he just can't believe this is happening and he's sure ur gonna back out any second now

so so so nervous once inside omg homeboy definitely fits the "scratching the back of his neck" cliche it's so cute

tries to change the subject constantly to create a distraction like oh this random old box sitting on a shelf is suddenly so interesting i wonder whats in there what do u think its in there and its like hyunsuk do u even know the purpose of this game

wont make a move and will not BELIEVE u when u do either. hes just staring at you mouth hanging open eyes the size of saucers when u start getting close to him but his hands instinctively go to ur waist hehe

keeps giggling into the kiss and going "sorry im so nervous" nooooooo

won't stop cheesing when he walks out even through all the teasing but just one look at the boys will get them acting straight <3

jihoon

his friends are teasing him but he's teasing YOU

literally has that dumbass smirk on his face the ENTIRE time from the moment your name is called out up until you are both inside that closet

no roundabouts he wants to jump straight into it LMAO

like he's Calm but he's still teasing you in a way that u know what he wants but also he lets u know yall dont have to do anything ur not comfortable with u know

which is code for I Am Here If You Want Me Too. like he's so insufferable he will not put his money where his mouth is and just make a fucking move, no he wants you to come to him 🙄

if u give him the satisfaction he'll be the smuggest mf on this planet. but also he'll match his pace to yours like u want some soft kissing and his fingers lightly caressing your hips? he's got that. you want his mouth to devour yours while his hand is all tangled up in your hair? he's definitely got that too

im feeling faint this is sickening

i will say this a lot throughout this post but he's the king of walking out w your hand in his feeling like a million bucks biggest smirk you have ever seen on his fucking face like he invented that

yoshi

soooo so so shy like he wont look u in the eyes from the moment it's decided you'll both go into the closet u will not catch sight of his eyeballs

probably stands outside until you have to INVITE him in. he's like a vampire

VERY awkward only speaks when you ask him a question or make a passing comment abt something. then he starts relaxing a little and even joking around a bit to calm down

if you make a move on him i mean he will not complain but if it's up to him he'll only kiss you when there's like 40 seconds left for you guys to go back into the living room 😭 then when jihoon bangs on the door he's like "wait already??" all clueless n shit 🤕

wont immediately sit down by your side when y'all walk out bc he doesnt want to seem clingy or scare you but u can surely feel him gravitating towards u for the rest of the night

literally most likely to text u after the night's over to let u know he enjoyed it a lot then locks his phone and throws it on his bed kicking his feet giggling etc etc

junkyu

when both of y'all names get called out he's just frozen in place with that one surprised smile on his face like 😃

tries to convince both of your friends that maybe he doesn't need to go through with this at all or there must've been a mistake when picking the names

has to be shoved into the closet with you and you'd think he doesn't want this but he just wants it too much and is freaking out about it (you can hear jihoon's "THANK ME LATER" through the door)

probably goes straight into apology mode for his friends' behavior bc he just assumes you don't want to be there and when ur like no seriously it's cool being stuck in a closet with you isn't so bad wink wink he's like Oh ?

that's when his whole demeanor changes like you can actually see the gears turning in his head and he starts powering through his stuttering words to shyly flirt with you and it's the cutest thing in the whole world 😫

feel like making a move is 50/50 for junkyu. he waits for you to do it first but if you don't he will and thats a threat

his kisses are so soft and his hands never leave your waist or your cheek. probably doesn't want to go past that tho like he'll barely be able to breathe if ur hands start going down his body please dont do this to him rn 🤕

will not hear the end of thissss from his friends but his blushy cheeks n the smile that doesnt leave his face for the rest of the night tell u that maybe he doesn't want to

mashiho

super calm when he finds out it's going to be you but on the inside he's like FUCK YEAAAAAAA

a true Gentleman, opens the door for you and gestures for you to go inside first with a soft smile

honestlyyyy if mashi is already comfortable w you, he's going all in in no time 😶 like he'll really be talking about the coat hangers while simultaneously backing you up against the wall like it's nothing

if y'all are not that comfortable w each other yet he'll still be giving you The Eyes and The Smile and you'll know. You Will Know

type to sigh into the kiss, to smile against your lips, to squeeze your hips (or ass if you let him 😶‍🌫️) real tight, to get you out of breath, to wait for you to catch it while caressing your skin under your shirt and looking intently at your lips...... this man has got it ALL he makes me crazy in da head

also the type to be like wanna get out of this uncomfortable ass closet? and ur like ? we still got like 2 minutes tho and he's like idk about you but i plan on kissing you the whole night so we got a little bit longer than that, actually

so satisfied with himself when y'all walk out he can't even hear all the teasing it's like the comments bounce off of his puffed chest right onto the floor 'cause all that matters is you pressed up against his side

yea good luck surviving him 🥰

jaehyuk

probably pulls your name himself lmao this game is rigged and he doesnt even care to hide it

big hand on ur back kinda guy, guides you to the closet letting everybody know ur business and what's about to go down

probably doesn't go straight to the point, keeps his hands on your sides, fingers going in circular motions on ur skin, just talking to you to make sure you're comfortable with this. and teasing you a little bit too this is jaehyuk we're talking about

as soon as he gets the okay tho? boy is making MOVES

like seriously bro he will not let a single second of those seven minutes go to waste when making out with you in there, he'll devour you if you let him

type to bite ur lips and smile against your mouth but you did NOT hear it from me

walks out proudly with your hand in his and responds to every teasing comment with "yes and...?" like he's sure you'll get ur turn sometime jeongwoo u can sit down now

asahi

tell me why this is the most he's ever hated his friends

i feel like the ONLY reason he'd ever willingly go into that goddamn closet is so you don't get the wrong message and think he's not into you and get upset. 'cause we all know you cannot get hamada asahi to do something he doesn't want to

probably not as awkward as you'd think he'd be once inside. if the air's stuffy and you feel stiff then that's on you he's chilling

there is a certain tension in the air bc of the nature of your....situation but he will let you know it's cool to just hang out in silence for 7 minutes in a random dark closet if that's what you want

absolutely will not make a move on you but if you wanna try something he is opennnn

doesn't get past a couple kisses tho, he's not about to get freaky in the aforementioned random dark closet

tries his best to keep his mind blank when y'all finally have to walk out of there and face your friends and fails SPECTACULARLY you can see the blush in his cheeks and ears spreading all the way down to his neck and chest and it's super cute

yedam

God answers prayers and they're all yedam's

tries so hard to make it seem like he's chill but gestures for you to walk inside first just to then immediately do the same thing and bump into you bc his brain is malfunctioning

i feel like this is baseline for yedam but.... panicked AND confident? thats his brand.

has a certain nervousness about him but is able to put that down in like a minute or two, tops

will make a move LMFAO are we not being real here. but will make it seem 100% seamless and smooth with how he gets you talking and laughing and more relaxed before sneakily placing a hand on your waist and then ur like Oh .

i don't think he'd go in with the intention of taking this too much further like he's VERY okay with just some heated making out but if hands were to inevitably slip past hemlines.......... WHO is he to say no to you honestly

noooooo 'cause i have this very clear image of him walking out with either ur hand in his or his hands on ur hips and he's got this smug smile on his face but he's not an idiot about it and he feels on top of the world like that is so yedam.

doyoung

so surprised when ur name gets called out i can just imagine him going "oh my god??" out loud like in that one iconic fancall

all shy smiles and gentlemanliness like really the type to open the door to this dank ass cubicle and be like "after you (=^ω^=)"

kind of shy but not in a way that he clams up?

his main concern is making sure you feel respected and comfortable so his thoughts are all about it but also how does he convey to you that he's dts (down to smooch)

i also dont think he'd make a move like. at all. out of respect for you

even if he does keep complimenting you and making conversation to ease the tension

if u guys do end up kissing everything is so so soft w him like he truly TRULY is the type to break a kiss to giggle and u can still feel his lips so so close to yours and it tickles and that just makes u guys giggle even more i cant do this

tell me why i have this v clear image of him walking out of the closet first to protect u from the onslaught of teasing (hand holding optional) and while he takes it all with a coy smile on his face he just pumps his fist into the air in victory after like 5 seconds

haruto

no cause he'd be SO BASHFUL

literally doesnt look you in the eye and when u ask him if he wants to go in first or if u should his mouth does a keyboard smash irl cause his brain just cant comprehend

when ur like ok! i'll do it 😊 he thinks he falls in love. ruto sensitive guy agenda is alive and well

once inside i feel like it wouldn't be awkward but he'd just be quiet. kind of afraid of messing up (what he believes to be) his one shot with you u know? 😕

won't make a move 'cause he's too paralyzed by the way you look under the dim light like he seriously can't think this isnt a joke

probably keeps his arms at his sides once you go and kiss him LMFAO and it's super cute 'cause he just doesnt know what to do but u can tell he's slowly getting more confident by how smoother his kisses become and how firmer his grip on ur hips gets

when he walks out he can feel his whole face burning but as the night goes on you keep noticing how he tries to stay close to you and how he keeps teasing and annoying you as he becomes more comfortable in ur presence

jeongwoo

was praying so hard for this you could probably look over at him and catch him mouthing and chanting your name when jaehyuk's trying to bring a little suspense to the game and taking forever to pull the names out

sighs in relief when he hears it's you but then freezes in place 'cause oh my god did they just see me do that

doesnt even do anything once inside the closet tho LMFAO like ruto is right outside the door ear pressed up against it to catch any goss and he's like r yall alive????

honestly the chances of jeongwoo actually making any sort of move are so low bc he thinks staring at you non-stop already means the ball's in your court

will be sooooooo happy when u pull him in for the kiss though like oh my god you can see it in his face. his kisses are probably a lil clumsy at the beginning but he's a fast learner he'll get the hang of this soon enough

either stays quiet at his friends' teasing or says something dumb to defend the both of you but it's endearing bc it's jeongwoo and he's blushing and stuttering over his words and he's jeongwoo

u can tell he keeps eyeing you for the restttt of the night and he only looks away when you catch him like half the time

junghwan

speechless but cant stop smiling

so respectful with the space he keeps from you while walking into the closet you'd think he's still social distancing

barely says a word aside from like "our friends are......" and then a Sigh but he's v v open to whatever you wanna talk about

so immersed in the chit chat he doesn't even think about the situation u guys are in until there's a silence and he Remembers

also won't make a move like he won't even hold your hand unless you reach out first

i feel like junghwan's heart can rly only handle 1 (One) shy kiss like the rest of the time will be spent holding hands and idly making conversation even though all he can think about is how he wants to kiss you again so bad

stays silent when u walk out of the closet even if there's teasing and he's barely able to look you in the eyes for the rest of the night

blushes whenever he speaks to you again

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kwnnys · 1 year

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— main 4 fasting for the first time!

hcs : g/n reader a/n : for my muslim brothers nd sisters 🙏🙏 reader is muslim and asks the boys to try fasting w them for ramadan :D

— stan marsh

quite intrigued when you first bring it up, also pretty hesitant to try it

"wait so like- no food or water? for a whole day? are you sure I wont die..."

but with a little bit convincing, stan will eventually agree!

he starts off strong and confident 💪 bragging to the group and telling them all about fasting

but that confidence slowly dies as the hours pass... and poor boy gets so tired

he knows you said that while fasting that you should be as productive as possible, but hes just so tired and drowsy he cant help it 😭

he tries to play basketball with his friends, or even doing his homework. but he just can't focus on anything

he ends up sleeping the rest of the day till iftar

he apologizes and feels so bad 😓, but you tell him its fine since its his first time

I dont' think he'd do it again the next day or anytime soon, but maybe give it a few years and he might be able to fast all 30 days :D

— kyle broflovski

like stan also very intrigued and curious

he'll ask you alot of questions and take a few notes, before ultimately agreeing

hes a little nervous at first, but you manage to ease him with some words of affirmation!

tries to just distract himself for the whole day. studying, chores, video games, etc.

he doesn't make a big deal about it, but is definitely suffering on the inside

tbh the hardest part for him isn't the actual fasting, but not being able to swear or be mad (especially considering kyle has a short temper) 💀

cartman definitley takes advantage of this and calls him every name in the book. also purposely eats infront of him.

"hey stupid jew. look what I've got, a chocolate cake. you want some? oh wait, YOU CANT!" "...I swear to god cartman."

almost broke his fast cause of him. 😭

but anyways, he manages to successfully finish his fast!

he would do it again, maybe in a few days if you asked.

— eric cartman

when you first tell him about fasting and ramadan, he'll literally be SO flabberghasted.

"wait wait wait, so you're telling me you can't EAT or even drink WATER for 30 days? you trying to get me killed or something?"

it'll take alot of convincing to get him to fast with you

alooot of convincing.

but when he eventually agrees, he will be SO dramatic about it and overexaggerates everything

"oh my god, I think Im dying. tell kyel.. I hope he gets cancer.."

refuses to go to school or even get out his room

liane gets very concerned about him, and'll constantly ask you if he'll be okay and won't die

you assure her that its completely fine, especially considering he ate almost half the fridge during suhoor.

he talks to his stuffed animals to try and cope.

tried to secretly eat a piece of candy while you weren't looking 💀you'll have to keep a close eye on him if you want him to actually finish his fast.

he'll definitely hold a grudge against you the whole day and refuse to talk to you.

but don't worry, you make it up to him by taking him to kfc for iftar 😋

bro literally ordered half the menu and gobbled everything up in a matter of minutes.

safe to say he won't be fasting again anytime soon. or ever again,

— kenny mccormick

the only one in the group who manages to fast with little to no problem

kenny doesn't usually eat much food anyway, so hes all down

the hardest part for him is not being able to have 'dirty' thoughts or look at porno magazines 💀

the guys probably don't even notice that kennys fasting since they know kenny usually eat till you or he brings it up

cartman also takes advantage of this and tries to get him to break his fast with money. (which fails cause you're there to shut him off)

doesn't really have a change in his routine or life, he just does what he normally does

you're surprised by how easy hes taking it tbh

when its time for iftar, you decide to invite him over your house to eat :D

hes shocked at all the food you had prepared by you and your parents, and extremely grateful too

that day he had the biggest meal for the first time in probably a few years 😭

definitely took home some leftovers after for his family.

overall he'd definitely wouldn't mind doing it again! especially if it means being able to go to your house to eat again.

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lemon-bat · 3 months

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YANDERE RAMON ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love?

He'll cuddle and kiss you, after your kidnapped or when he kills a rival, Ramon will be all over you.

Brutality: How do they handle rivals?

They die, instantly for the most part. He hates it when someone even looks in your direction.

Cruelty: Do they mock you when abducted?

No, he absolutely adores you.

Difficulty: How hard is it to escape them?

Its pretty hard to leave him. Ramon knows Eden, and you leaving him makes Ramon terrified.

End: Would they eventually stop loving you?

NO.

Fight: How would they feel when you fight back?

Angry, he's not very patient and he NEEDS you.

Guilty: Would they ever feel bad about kidnapping you?

Not really, it pains him to see you cry because of him. But you'll thank him later.

Hurt: Would they hurt you?

Not on purpose. He never wants to hurt you, but if he's mad at you he might have a too tight grip on you.

Ick: What's the grossest thing they do?

He accidentally drools on you when he wraps his hands around your waist.

Jewelry: Do they get you gifts?

He will steal things for you sometimes.

Kill: How many people have they killed?

NOBODY KNOWS

Love: On a scale from 1-10 how much do they love you?

TEN, TEN, TEN, he loves every single little thing about you.

Monday: What's your worst experience with them?

He came home covered in blood with an absolute lovesick look in his eyes. He didn't bother to shower he just stripped down to his boxers, and proceeded to cuddle you on the couch.

Names: What pet names do they use?

Honey, Sweetheart, Darling, My love, and Beloved. He's very sweet with these.

Oblige: What is something they love doing for you?

He loves to shower with you, he always wants to. Ramon gets salty if you dont want to.

Patience: How patient are they with you?

Hes not exactly a man of patience, please let him love you.

Question: How many questions do they answer?

He'll answer some questions about himself, but not really anything too personal.

Red: What's one way to make them angry?

Tell him that your going to work for Eden. He will absolutely LOSE IT. Enjoy the bloodbath!

Stoop: How low will they stoop for you?

He didn't stoop in the slightest!

Talk: Do they lash out or talk it out?

Hes more on the lash out side but if you can manage to calm Ramon down he might be able to talk it out.

Unique: Are they any different from the classic yandere?

No, not really.

Victory: How would they feel if you escaped?

Upset, he's gonna kill everyone in his way towards you. You better pray that he doesn't find you, i he finds you he's going to punish you.

Why: What made them fall in love?

You actually caring for him and trying to help him.

Xoanon: How much do they worship you?

A whole frickin lot. You're his EVERYTHING

Yearn: How long do they pine after you before they snap?

Not even a day, he kidnapped you the night he met you.

Zenith: Would they break you?

Only if he had to.

#yandere rayman #rayman x reader #rayman #captain laserhawk #ramon captain laserhawk

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 7 months

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ok venom siblings

maybe if they split and then poison and jet started running together & became pretty big names together and kobra recognises them and it's. all my love cause i know where you come from. i knew you before all of that. you're like me. we crawled out of the same hell together and i still love you. i still love you even if i only see you in wanted posters and i only hear you in rumors. i still love you cause you're a part of me and i can't decide if i hate that or not. it's hard for me to stop looking for your name in the list of the dead they leave outside the walls. its still hard to fall asleep and not reach out for you when you used to lie next to me to keep me warm when we were little. it's hard to be myself and not your little brother. i always wanted to be out of your shadow and i fought for that so hard I didn't think about what i'd do when i couldn't see your shadow anymore. what am i gonna do when your name pops up on that list. what am i supposed to say if i see you in passing. am i supposed to pretend? pretend i don't recognise you? do i just walk past and hope you'll notice, hope you'll see that i'm better now, better without you, better off on my own, i've got friends, i've got plans, i'm living, i'm doing it, see, doing it all by myself i told you i could do it by myself do you see it now do you see how much better i am i'm better i'm better i'm better i'm better.

but it's still hard not to reach out when i can't sleep.

(this got a little too poetic a little too fast-)

ITS HARD TO BE MYSELF AND NOT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. IAM GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP OVER THIS KAZ OH MY GODDDDD THEY !!!!!!!!

im fucking exploding over this song every goddamn part is just so them i cant even- i- "lately I could see you in the bright lights/Hey maybe I could catch you on the right night/All my love/'Cause I know where you come from" LIKE LITERALLY EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE SAYING THEY KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER THAN ANYONE THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO UNDERSTAND THE FULL EXTENT OF WHAT THE OTHERS BEEN THROUGH AND YET THIS STILL MISUNDERSTAND EACH OTHER BC LETTING THE OTHER BE RIGHT MEANS THAT THEY THEMSELF ARE WRONG AND I JUST. I COULD SEE YOU IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS. I LOOK AT THE CITY WE ESCAPED FROM GLOWING IN THE DISTANCE LIKE A FLAME TRYING TO DRAW US MOTHS BACK IN. AND I HATE LOOKING AT THE HORIZON BECAUSE THE LIGHTS MAKE ME THINK OF YOU, OF ALL IT TOOK FOR US TO MAKE IT OUT HERE AND HOW EASY IT WAS TO PRETEND WE WERE BOTH ONAY WITH LETTING GO

"I'd like to see your face and say/'I told you/You'd make it on your own/And they would love you." because party's always known deep down that kobra could make it on his own. theyve always known that they dont need him, and thats why they held on so tight to the point of suffocating him because their biggest fucking fear is that he Doesn't Need Them. their one purpose in life is to protect their little brother and if their brother doesnt want their protection or, worse, doesnt need it then why are they even here?? they lie awake at night aching, praying that the universe will just let them run into each other just once, will just let them see what their little brothers grown up to be, will let them make sure hes doing okay. but at the same time they hope they never fucking see him again because they know, they can feel it in their gut, that kobra is fucking thriving without them that he was so incredibly right that they were the one thing holding him back from greatness. they know kobras better than them, theyve always known dammit thats why they fought so hard for him, but knowing and seeing are two different things. and they think if they have to see him finally being as happy as they always promised hed be without them, that might just be the thing to kill them for good. they cant let go. even miles apart with years of silence between them they cant fucking let go

#asks #sorry thid took i turn i just couldnt stop saying words but yeah you usually get it when im making no sense so its probably fine #but uh. we need to fucking write out venom siblings fic soon before the thoughts consume me

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imustbenuts · 2 years

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Dude, i seriously wanna make small little drabbles with the takes that you have. It provides SO many outcomes and so many different relationships with not only Godhood, but the outcomes and disasters of it going wrong. When i was hunting for lvl 40 convos, i noticed that a lot of Gods/Deities speak to us as if we're not EXACTLY Human. Maybe something... different. Like, we're still MORTAL, but not quite human? (I hope that makes sense, if it dont, just ignore all that. Lmao, im sorry) BUT, a good chunk of them are all basically 'Yo, Summoner, wtf. You're really Weird.' and then you either remind them of ANOTHER God, or how they HOPE for humanity to be. Then you have others who are just, 'Wtf are you. You're playing everyone else like a damn kazoo, but not me. I got my eyes on you.' and i find that so Nice™.

rubby hands yeees yeees now you see it too and you can never unsee it. upupupupu. and please, please, write those drabbles away

i want more fanfic!!! stories! drabbles about feh! so i mostly dont feel like im the only lunatic in this corner ;_;

plsss! id love to read something from you hhh

and dw about what you said bc i think it's intentionally meant to be ambiguos as there is actually a perfect fit for a Human-But-Not-Quite-Maybe-Divinity.

again, my working theory is still that Kiran is a dead ringer for a deity named a Deva from Buddhism. this deity is similar to an angel, but are effectively mortals who live in a realm that's more comfy and pleasurable, and are just as able to fall into vice or be arrogant (i.e like every human on earth). in other words, a mortal divinity.

just like an angel, they are not wholly considered to be a God, and are not really meant to be prayed to. they kind of just... vibe up in their realms, and they actually are able to look down into the lower realms and observe.

i'm throwing the below here under read more as Food For Thought™

and again thank you for taking the time to read my rambles and sending an ask!! :DD

medeus

Who or what are you? Do you know the answer to this question?

I've lived so long that finally, I have met one more curious than I...

bramimond:

Your hidden quintessence leads me astray. Do not come any nearer. I… I am Lord Nergal's…

limstella:

The power to summon... The Kingdom of Askr's ability to open gates to other realms... I'm sure you've pondered them. Don't mysteries like these make you want to uncover every little detail?

loki

her lv 40 conversation:

I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're here to confess your love.

Before we get to that… Can I borrow your divine weapon? Just for a little bit…

It is simply too much power to put in the hands of a human!

You could rule the nine worlds and every conceivable Outrealm…

The power at your command is truly godlike.

I can certainly think of a few things I'd like to do with it…

Is that a no? You're far too strict!

Disappointing, but hardly unexpected. We've got to get to know each other better…

And someday, when we're as close as close gets, maybe you'll change your mind.

You should not exist. Nor should your power to summon. You are outside Alfaðör's design. You should not be.

Thor

her lv 40 conversation:

Did you summon me on purpose, [Summoner]?

I only try to understand. You and that weapon you carry are not part of this world as it was designed.

And we cannot abide a mortal with power enough to challenge the gods. What you fight for is incidental.

Alfaðör is likely to command that I rid this world of you and your power.

And when that happens, I... Well...

You are said to be only a summoner, but I find your demeanor familiar. Would you cross swords with me?

Duma

(this despite knowing our battle prowess is basically 0, not sure if hes getting some wires crossed here)

Naga has some lowkey suspect lines too especially taking all of what im rambling about into consideration

Ritual cleansing is the best way to prepare your body for battle. Come now—I will show you how.

(why treat us like a fellow divinity lol)

(ie shes either projecting or find the summoner similar to herself. a deity who sees herself guiding humanity. whew.)

Come here. Gaze deep into my eyes, [Summoner]...

Yes, I see. I, too, now understand the warmth and peace that arises when one is at your side.

It is strange for one such as I, with strength rival to none, who watches over and guides the world...

to drift into another world and find myself sharing feelings with mortals previously unknown to me.

Yet...these feelings have put down roots in my heart. And your eyes tell me you feel the same warmth.

Seiros

Your kind are frail, ignorant creatures, incapable of accomplishing anything without the guidance of the goddess.

…Or so I had thought. But I have been forced to realize, meeting the Heroes here, that I was wrong.

You in particular stand apart as well… You are different from the rest. Special in some way.

My instincts are not often wrong…

If you continue to fight for this world, I will fight by your side, as a warrior. As an equal.

And I know the goddess will be watching over you as well.

#anon #ask #fire emblem heroes

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speci-society · 2 years

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23 and 29 for the music asks?

23: a song you think everyone should hear

OOH hay can i give like Three answers? Ive got 3 answers for 3 reasons

1. Transdermal Celebration - Ween

I've got a few Ween songs I'd recommend to people with the main purpose of showing a good sample of Ween outside of just Ocean Man or their genea reputation for making weird garbage music (which dont get me wrong, I like the weird garbage music, i'm a fan of The HIV Song, it's just that its not everyones taste). This is probably the best one out of those good samples tho, just because it's a good showcase of some Ween staples- weird but interesting lyrics that may or may not be about LSD, and REALLY good instrumentals that not only itch a specific part of your brain that responds to Good Music, but tenderly gives it a full massage and an arousing slap on the ass before tucking it into bed while making out with it. Listen and you'll get what i mean

2. Tardigrade Song - Cosmo Sheldrake

This one's pretty simple, i've loved cosmo sheldrake since middle school and especially this song, and i just think more people should know about his music! Also itches that part of my brain that responds to Good Music but this song (and by extension every other Cosmo Sheldrake song) instead takes it on a journey to a fairy circle in a swamp to visit The Bug King and his valued allies in The Flock Of The Marsh and then you're knocked out and dropped in a forest behind your house, even if you don't have Trees behind your house?

3. Arabesque - Coldplay

Also pretty simple, good coldplay song that I don't think got a whole lot of attention. I don't have a brain analogy for this one it's just good

29: a song that you remember from childhood

Ok Ig im doing 3 for this one too?????

1. Don't Panic - Coldplay

I basically was born to this album lmfao? Like Parachutes was on on various cds in the house for basically as long as I can remember. I listened to it pretty much every night up until i was about 6 and it rotated between this cd of african lullabies that my grandma found, and it basically stayed in a rotation of various other albums up until late 2020 when my schedule was shifted enough to where playing cds out loud to sleep to didnt really make sense in my house. As in. I was staying up too late lmfao. But anyway Dont Panic is the first song on that album, and it was definitely the album that I listened to the most as a young child, so its the first one thay comes to mind for childhood songs

2. How Does The Sun Shine? - They Might Be Giants

YAYYYY I GET TO TALK ABT TMBG NOW truthfully i didn't get super into tmbg untim a couple years ago BUT. my grandma bought me that science album when i was 6 and it was absolutely a favorite. Like probably my favorite album that wasn't coldplay when i was little. And this was my favorite track from there! Meet the elements was a close second

3. This Sound - EnV

A bit of a weird one, also from a bit later on in young childhood (about 9 or 10) but this was when I first got spotify and i GUESS just started dicking around looking at soundtracks to video games id mever heard of?? Or probably it saw that the only albums i saved were Every Coldplay Album, minecraft soundtrack(s) and terraria soundtrack(s) amd suggested a bunch of indie game osts including the original Binding of Isaac (NOT rebirth but the og), Crypt of the Necrodancer, Super Meat Boy, and Electronic Super Joy here. I also partially credit me finding a bunch of osts for various well known indie vames for me now vastly preferring indie games to basically any triple a games or series. Like I see artists make lineups of indie game characters and i can point out the names of about half of them and at the very least, what game they represent for a good 50-75% of them. No clue if i can do the same for like triple a series' ohtside of ones everhoen knows (mario link master chief etc) i just have my roots in very specifically indie games and their music lmfao

4. Kisses In The Wind - Rosie Ledet

This is one of my grandma's favorite songs! She played it a bunch while she was cooking when i was little! Good song, all there is to it

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 12

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: we're here!!! the longest chapter of them all haha. but hopefully, this chapter manages to ease your /ahem/ concern from the previous chapters 🙈🙈 i didn't expect you guys would feel that strongly on chapter 11 so the amount feedbacks was surprising 😂 anyhow, enjoy! dont hesitate to drop by my ask and share your thoughts after<3

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series playlist; but for the later part of the chapter (you'll know😉), especially 'If You Lovingly Call My Name'

“Hey, Cheol,” you softly call for your bodyguard, telling him to sit down next to you by the stool in your kitchen. “What do you think would happen if... I go missing for a few days?”

An alarm goes off through his entire body, but the sentimental look in your eyes tells him this is more than you simply wishing to run away. This is more than whatever he has accidentally witnessed tonight.

This is you, finally having had enough that you think it’s the only way to breathe even a little.

“I… don’t think it’s wise, Miss Yoon.”

You weakly chuckle at his answer, let alone at the formal way he’s addressing you, eyes zoned in the empty glass in front of you. He sees a single tear falling across your face, one that you don’t bother to wipe and another follows right afer.

“I think it wouldn’t really matter.”

Seungcheol stays silent at this even though he wants to convince you otherwise, well aware that you still have more to say.

“All I do is make problems. You, of all people, know this. And I do them purposely too most of the time,” you start, gripping the glass in your fingers as a weak laugh escapes your lips. The sound of your chuckle saddens him, if anything, and it’s taking him everything to not just cross the professional boundary and wipe the tears falling down your face. “Maybe if… if I go somewhere for a while it’d be better for everyone.”

“Miss Yoon...” he calls you in worry.

He’s always known you’re a little lonely inside, and despite your outgoing personality and your tendency to be reckless, they’re never ill-meaning. He’s suspected you just want attention and your parents never really look at you unless you’re out making troubles.

As far as he knows, there are only a handful of people who genuinely care for you, most of them he can name himself: Chaeyoung, Jeonghan, Shua, and perhaps that Soonyoung kid, too.

Seungcheol had been wary of you at first, because being the security detail for the daughter of a wealthy family mostly means he simply has to follow them shopping and partying, making sure they’re safe from any possible threat which includes the media.

But you’ve been more than that; though you do go shopping and partying from time to time, you’re never arrogant and he wouldn’t have thought you’re from a wealthy family if not for the way you dress and the facilities your parents throw your way. You’d force him and Mr. Lee to eat with you when you can, and sometimes he’d have to trail you through the night market looking for snacks while you pretend to buy too much so he’d eat something too.

You’ve always treated him like an older brother, something that none of his former clients ever do. On top of this, you remind him of his sister back home–which means he takes his job in making sure you’re safe even more seriously than he usually does.

And then there’s Jeon Wonwoo.

Seungcheol has only worked with you for one short year, but it’s crystal clear in his eyes how head over heels Wonwoo is for you. If there’s anyone that he’s sure would be devastated because of you missing, it’s him.

He doesn’t know if you actually don’t know about his feelings or if you’re just pretending not to notice, but Wonwoo probably cares about you more than he does himself, and even Choi Seungcheol, an outsider, knows that.

“If I tell you I want to go away,” you start again, your voice small but determined. Seungcheol knows that your mind is made no matter what he says. “Will you… come with me? I know I can’t possibly go by myself, and you’d get in trouble for letting me go away.”

Seungcheol has never seen you so small, and even though he technically works for your father and not for you, he knows his consciousness wouldn’t let him be if he doesn’t come with you. With everything that’s been going on, he figures you need time by yourself and at least you still consider bringing him with you instead of making a show of going missing out of nowhere.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he says instead, accepting that if he somehow gets fired for this, at least he knows he’s helping you when you need it most.

***

Wonwoo’s losing his mind, and it’s only after he sits down on the car that he finally sees a missed call from your father. He closes his eyes in contempt as he calls him back, breath heavy and fingers balled into fist as he listens to his words.

We don’t want to attract the media. He has said. Our private investigation team is looking for her and we’d appreciate it if you can help us find my daughter without letting it known to the public that she’s missing.

Your father has sounded distraught at least, but Wonwoo really can’t be bothered to be glad about that when you’re literally missing and he didn’t have any idea since a few minutes ago.

And they say you’ve presumably been missing since that party?

Fuck. If only he didn’t think of letting you be that night, who knows if you’ll still be in your place now?

He goes straight to your place after your father asks him to do so, having the decency of not breaking into your place and simply requests Wonwoo to do it on his behalf because he knows if there’s anyone who you’d trust with the pass to your condo, it’s Jeon Wonwoo.

It’s such a weird time to respect your privacy, but it’s only possible because he has asked for the CCTV record of the last you were seen and it’s clear that you went out of your condo by yourself, about thirty minutes after Seungcheol left, somewhere around dusk.

There was no reason to break into your condo just to see if you’re simply locking yourself in or if you’re really missing.

See if… if there’s anything there that might give us a lead of where she is.

And it’s when he’s arrived at your place that he loses the entirety of his sanity because it’s empty and he can tell that you haven’t been here for days. It’s then that the situation finally hits him.

You’re missing.

You’re really missing because there are dishes on your dishwasher that you haven’t put away, and you always nag Wonwoo about it everytime he doesn’t put back cleaned dishes to its shelf because it drives you crazy to see them sitting on the drying rack.

He sees an empty lowball glass on your kitchen island, another sign that you can’t possibly be here for the last few days because you don’t like things laying around.

He tries his best to calm down, and he spends a good fifteen minutes breathing in and out before he rakes his brain to see if there’s any place that you might leave to. You could be anywhere, though he knows some of the locations he’s thinking of wouldn’t be your choice for sanctuary.

You’re still in Korea though, that much is a fact, because your father has made sure that you haven’t left the country and he’s currently tracing domestic airlines and KTX for information just in case you book a ticket to get out of the city.

They can’t trace you by signal, because you left your phone at home and Wonwoo almost cries in frustration when it rings from your bedroom. He knows you have another one, one that only he and Shua knows of, but he’s afraid you’ll turn that one off too if he tries to call. He did try to send you a message, but it won’t deliver and he can only guess you turned it off even if you have it with you.

Seungcheol is unreachable too for some reason, but Wonwoo has been leaving messages just in case he'd reply.

He’s busy making calls to his staff, telling them to contact places that you frequently visit just in case any of their people have seen you there at some point in the last three days.

It’s about two hours later, his head is pounding and he’s still in your place just in case you’ll return home, when his phone pings with notification and Wonwoo’s immediately runs out of the house.

1 New Message from Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol is worried.

You haven’t spoken since the both of you have arrived in this place, which was about three days ago.

The only time you talk to him is when he asks if you want to eat, which, most of the time, you say no to. He still makes sure that you’re eating a proper meal at least once a day though, and he’s glad that you still have it in you to know that you do need at least that much.

He’s unsure too if he’s here as your guard or as a friend. Either way, there’s very little he can do about your situation.

At first, he thinks you simply need the time and place to be by yourself, away from that life and anyone that might remind you of it. But he has never expected you’d close up and just… not do anything. You’re either in your room doing God knows what or you’re on the porch staring into nothing.

He has never seen you with your phone either, and he’s sure of this because you leave it on the coffee table since the day you arrived there and you’ve never touched it again. He doesn’t think it’s even turned on.

You’re so… empty.

Seungcheol has never been one to poke into people’s business, but the situation is getting gradually concerning that he can’t help but feel like he needs to interfere. He’s promised you that he won’t tell anyone, but if this keeps going on…

He keeps on seeing his sister in you, and he knows he wouldn’t want her to go through this alone if he can help. He takes this job as a bodyguard because it’s in his nature to want to be able to protect people. Right now, doing nothing would only mean the opposite of that.

It hurts to see you this way, so after a few days pass and you don’t seem like you’re going to get any better, Seungcheol decides it’s time to do something and he knows there’s only one person he can trust and will be able to help.

You sigh as the sun sets once again. The day seems to be moving both too fast and too slow at this place and you're not sure yet if it's a good thing or not. You don’t even realize you’ve been there for days.

You're currently in the lake house you personally own, one that your parents don't know you have because you purchased it for that very reason: to escape from them when the time calls for it. It’s only a little far off Seoul, near enough that you’re not exactly out of the city, but not too far away that you need to drive for hours.

The last time you came here to do exactly that was just a few months ago, and, frankly, you didn't expect to be returning here this quickly. You didn't even stay for that long that time, you just slept over for the night and pretended like nothing happened the next day.

You can't do that now.

Not when your parents' words and Wonwoo's mom's won't stop ringing in your head.

Are you that bad of a person?

You know you're not exactly an angel, but did you do something so wrong to deserve being called nothing but trouble? To be told that you should be ashamed?

It hurts even more because Wonwoo’s mom is a gentle soul, one that only complains once in a while and rarely has anything bad to say about other people. So to hear those words from her…

You exhale as you reach for the tissue to wipe your tears, already used to this after having gone through it for the past few days. It's a little exaggerating, but it feels like crying is the only thing you've been doing the past few days.

You hate this side of you, you really do. Because you're the type of person who's rarely bothered about practically anything, but you fall way too deep into a pit of negativity once you are.

You either care too much or not at all--there's no in between.

Seungcheol knocks on the door, and you hear the sound of the door opening a little before you glance at the clock to see it's time for dinner. You don't particularly feel like eating, even more after a crying episode. So you tell him you'll just eat later and he can eat first before he can even utter the question.

He doesn't say anything, but you hear the door softly closing behind you so you assume Seungcheol has, for once, easily accepted your unwillingness to eat dinner without asking one more time to see if you'll change your mind.

"How many meals have you skipped, exactly?"

The familiar voice startles you that you actually sit up and turn at once. You look at Wonwoo in shock, mouth a little ajar and failing to form actual words.

Wonwoo doesn't seem to care though, because, the next thing you know, he's made his way to you and you're pulled into his embrace.

He's shaking for some reason, and you haven't really registered what's happening but it's clear how worried Wonwoo is from the way he's holding you. You can feel the desperation from his grip, and it's Wonwoo’s muffled voice that snaps you back to reality.

"Do you know how worried I was--" he breathes heavily, his arms tightening around you as if afraid you'll disappear into thin air. "How can you leave just like that?"

“I--”

“Why would you leave just like that?” he says once again, his voice shaky.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, fingers gripping the material of his shirt. He’s still in his work attire, you realize at last, and you feel bad for most likely making him leave his work for you. “How--how did you know I'm here?”

He pulls away at your question, his hands cupping your face and his eyes go through so much emotions in the span of seconds that you’re not sure what he’s thinking about. “Is that really important now? Why… why did you even leave?”

You flinch at your name, always feeling like you mess up big time everytime he calls you by your name instead of the usual nicknames he uses to call you.

“Sorry, I just… I… need time to think by myself.”

“And you couldn’t have told me?” He doesn’t sound angry, which only makes you feel worse. He sounds confused and helpless--as if not getting why you’d do such thing.

And he really doesn’t; because you always tell him everytime you want to be alone, tell him that you’re not going to be reachable and that he shouldn’t worry.

“Is it because of the fight the other day?”

But this? Apparently you’ve been gone for the last three days and he only finds out literally this morning, which makes his brain go haywire that he’s practically dysfunctional after that even though he tries his best to keep it together.

Why would you go MIA for days? And you didn’t inform anyone--not him, not your cousins, not Chaeyoung. At least you’re sensible enough to bring Seungcheol with you, but all sorts of scenarios went through his mind for the whole day and none of them was able to comfort him in the slightest way.

“No…” you say with a small voice, a pitiful attempt to defend yourself. You were so upset that day, so angry and overrun with emotion that Wonwoo fell victim to it. You know it’s also because you’ve been conflicted about your feelings for him and it’s on you that you choose to avoid him instead of facing him head on and figure it out from there.

You regret yelling at him immediately after the words are out your mouth, the crestfallen look on his face as you call for Seungcheol to escort him out is still fresh in your mind. How dare you do that to him?

“I… um… I… Sorry, I know you’re busy and… yeah.”

“Stop lying to me,” he pleads, and you know he’s overwhelmed with his own emotion, that he’s upset and he’s worried. But you’re not sure how to tell him what’s bothering you when most of them roots back to him. His grip on you is desperate, and you can easily detect the frustration in his eyes. “Please don’t… don’t lie to me. When has it ever mattered that I’m busy?”

His tone hurts, and perhaps it’s also the fact that you’ve been holding it by yourself, that you know you need Wonwoo with you but you’re too wrapped up with your own feelings that you’d rather suffer by yourself; that you’ve been imagining yourself in the comfort of his arm that you’re denying yourself of, but the dam that you’ve been holding together finally breaks free the moment you hear those words from him.

Wonwoo panics when you suddenly sob into his shoulder, his arms circling your figure once again in comfort. He doesn’t quite get what you’re saying, but you’re shaking your head and your fingers are gripping clothes and the whole thing hurts.

He has never seen you this vulnerable, has never witnessed you break down so hard that you can’t even string words together and you can only cry and cry.

He doesn’t hesitate to remind you that he’s there, to firmly hold on to you, to tell you that he’s there and it’s okay even if you’re unable to say everything at once. Wonwoo feels your grip tightening and he's sure you’ll leave a mark on his shirt, but he doesn’t really care and he just wishes that there’s any way to make you feel better.

It’s quite some time until your sob turns into hiccups, and you’re looking down on your lap when you finally pull away from him. He hates seeing you this way, so small and so unsure like you feel bad for crying in front of him.

Wonwoo gently cups your face so you’ll meet his eyes, and he kind of regrets it because your eyes are red and there are traces of tears on your face. You look so vulnerable, so exhausted that it breaks his heart more than it already is.

He tries to say something--anything that might be able to comfort you, but now that he’s looking at you like this, he doesn’t know if there’d be words that would be able to comfort you at this point.

You’re looking at him uneasily; like you have something in your mind that you want to talk about but, at the same time, you’re holding yourself back from saying whatever it is that you want to say out loud.

“You don’t have to explain right now if you’re not ready,” he gently reminds you, his thumb caressing the side of your face. He sees you close your eyes and lean into his touch and, for a moment, it almost feels like you didn’t spend more than a week not talking to each other, like the fight didn’t happen--like it’s just one of your bad days and he’s just here to be there for you.

But then you open your eyes and there’s a glint that he’s never seen before. Wonwoo doesn’t know how long do you two spend just looking at each other; it might be seconds, it might be minutes--or it might be hours for all he knows, but he can’t quite tell what it is about the silence enveloping you both this time that feels different.

Is it because you haven’t spoken to each other during those times? Or is it because you literally broke down in front of him just a few minutes ago? Whatever it is, it’s unfamiliar and Wonwoo is having a hard time reading you at this very moment.

You won’t move your eyes from his, and what he can easily tell is that you’re thinking real hard right now. You’re hesitating to do something and it takes everything in him not to just ask because he’s still unsure how to approach you like this.

After what feels like forever has passed, Wonwoo’s about to open his mouth and ask what’s bothering you when you move forward and press your lips against his. It’s barely even a kiss, because you pull away after one second and you look just as surprised as he is. But before either of you can think too much, Wonwoo refuses to waste a second to lean forward and kisses you properly this time.

His lips feel warm against yours, and even though you don’t feel fireworks or butterflies in your stomach, you feel your body buzzing with warmth that feels like home. Like you’ve found something that you didn’t know you were looking for.

One of his hands moves to your waist, the other firmly on the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss when he feels your hands on his shoulders, bodies pressed against each other like you can’t afford to physically be apart.

Your head is spinning, but, for once, you like it and you don’t wish it to end. Wonwoo pulls away to breathe, and it’s not one second later that his lips start wandering to your jaw and then the side of your neck. It’s the sound of your whine that gets him pulling away the second time, his heavy breath hitting your neck as he plants his forehead against your shoulder.

He tenses when he feels your fingers combing his hair and gently pushing his head closer to your neck, as if urging him to continue. “Don’t--I… I won’t be able to stop.”

Wonwoo pulls away when you don’t say anything, only to find you looking like you’re lost in a daze and he can only guess that he’s sprouting the same look; your breath is uneven, your lips are a little swollen, and it blows his mind that you’re looking like this because of him. You don’t say anything when he stares into your eyes, simply returns his gaze even though your face is already flushing from the intensity of it.

“I don’t remember asking you to stop,” you whisper at last, drunk in emotion.

So Wonwoo doesn’t.

Wonwoo wakes up later than usual, and it’s when he realizes he’s holding someone by his side that his consciousness jolts awake.

His eyes immediately soften at the sight of you, your fingers weakly gripping the side of his shirt and another tucked under your head as you’re still deep in sleep. It feels surreal, and he’s still convinced that it’s all a dream until you stir and scoot closer to him.

You hum in your sleep, and Wonwoo finds himself pulling you even closer until he can feel your breath against his neck.

It’s probably 8 in the morning, but his phone isn’t blasting yet with notifications so he can only imagine that Chan is already doing damage control before any damage could even occur. He holds back a proud huff at the thought of the younger guy, his fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair as he thinks about giving him the raise he deserves for putting up with all the canceled schedules and whatnot for the past few weeks.

Wonwoo doesn’t know how long he stays like that, with you plastered against him and his fingers waving through your hair, basking in the soft sound of your breath. After some time, he feels your fingers tighten and he looks down to find you waking up, blinking continuously like you’re trying to grasp the situation you’re in.

“Won?” Your sleepy voice greets him not long after, and he simply hums as he smiles down at you when you look up at him.

“Slept well?”

“Mhm,” you nod, your hand that was gripping his shirt moves to hug him instead. “You?”

He chuckles and drops a kiss on top of your head, still convinced that this is a long dream that’s too good to be true. “Never better. How are you feeling?”

You groan at the question, and Wonwoo laughs when you turn away from him but quickly pulls you back to his chest and kisses your exposed shoulder in the process. You shudder at the sudden warmth of his lips, a contrast to how cold the room is, and Wonwoo grins when he sees goosebumps across your arm.

“I told you to put on a long sleeved pajama, didn’t I?”

“Are you gonna nag me first thing in the morning?” you snicker, though you can’t help but smile so widely that your cheeks hurt.

“Really though,” he asks, his lips grazing your shoulder still. “How are you feeling?”

You huff before you turn around, and you feel so stupid for never realizing how beautiful Wonwoo is, especially with the sunlight hitting him just right like now. Perhaps it’s just your eyes filtered with infatuation, but you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen Wonwoo quite as beautiful as he looks like right now; with his hair all over the place and eyes so full of love that you could burst.

“We’ll talk about it later?” you ask quietly, not really wanting to talk about it as soon as you wake up. Wonwoo nods in understanding, hugs you tighter for a moment before pulling away then tells you to wash up and get ready for breakfast. “Are we going out?”

“Do you feel like going out?”

“Not really, no,” you bite your lip, mind still heavy with thoughts that have been weighing you down for days now.

At least you don’t have to think about your feelings towards the man in front of you anymore even though you’ll still have to talk about it–there’s no use in denying it after the event yesterday.

You half expected him to want to talk about it last night, but you don’t think you’d ever forget the way he simply told you to stay put as he went to the bathroom and ran the bath for you, how he helped you to the bathtub, told you to relax, and placed a chaste kiss on your lips before he left, telling you to call for him if you need help after you’re done.

And when you had stepped out of the bathroom, Wonwoo’s all washed up too, probably took a shower in the other bathroom, sitting on your bed with a comfy sweater and pajama pants that you suspect to be Seungcheol’s.

He looked up with a soft smile and patted the seat next to him. You naturally curled into his embrace, and Wonwoo didn’t even bring up the whole thing as he talked about everything that wasn’t related to whatever problem that had been bothering you; about your last holiday together to Athens, about the puppy that basically lives in Shua’s studio even though no one knows whose it is, about the possible locations you should go to for your next trip, and so on.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep even though it’s the best sleep you’ve had in months.

“Are you listening to me?” His voice snaps you back to reality, an amused smile greets you when your eyes focus back to him. Wonwoo chuckles at your dazed look, and he bites his lips hard to stop himself from kissing you right there and then.

“Go shower, okay? I’ll prepare breakfast,” he says instead and pulls you to get up with him. Wonwoo pushes you to the bathroom before he gets ready himself using the empty bedroom next to yours.

He finishes before you do, so Wonwoo goes through the fridge to see if there’s any ingredients he can use to make breakfast for you. He finds nothing but bread though, which should be okay because you can’t eat a heavy meal for breakfast anyway.

He’s minding his own business, stirring his warm tea as he waits for the toaster to ping when he feels you hugging him from behind.

If he’s being honest, Wonwoo isn’t sure what to make of this side of you. You’ve always been touchy with people around you, leaning your head on someone’s shoulder, linking your arms with the other person’s, a kiss on the cheek as a greeting, and the list goes on. He guesses it might have to do with the fact that your parents have never been physically affectionate towards you, not even when you were a kid, so you take care of the lack of physical affection elsewhere.

But this… he can’t explain it, but it’s different. Perhaps he’s just blinded by his own affection too, at the thought that, most likely, you really do return his feelings, so he’s making things up in his head. But your hold feels different since last night, and, if he’s going to take it a notch higher, even the way you look at him now makes his heart flutter inside.

“Hungry yet?” He decides to break the silence. You tighten your arms at the question and Wonwoo feels you shaking your head against his back, whispering a little ‘not really’ though you’ll gladly eat anyway. It’s been quite some time since you actually feel like eating even though you’re not exactly hungry.

The both of you settle on the living room instead of the dinner table, one of his arms around your waist, your legs thrown over his lap and your head resting against his shoulder. You’re nibbling on your toast as Wonwoo looks around, wondering where Seungcheol might be.

“He probably went out for a run,” you say even before he asks, eyes staring into spaces like you’re in a trance. “Or for whatever it is he does for exercise.”

“Yeah?” he muses, kissing your head. He can’t stop doing that, he feels like, there’s just this sudden urge to keep on placing his lips upon you everytime you’re close to him and, fortunately for him, you’re always nearby. “Is that what he’s been doing?”

“He doesn’t… really need to protect me here,” you wince a little, feeling bad for the guy. You move away from him a little to put your half eaten meal back to its plate on the coffee table, and then settles back down on his lap as you play with the material of his hoodie. “Or, well, I guess he has to make sure I wouldn’t run away for real. But he already knows I just… umm… need space for myself and I promised I have no plans to step out of the house at all.”

You feel his arm twitch around you, and the slight change in the air tells you that the talk is coming. You take a deep breath and brace yourself to start talking about it, heart beating a little louder because, truthfully, you’re afraid. What if Wonwoo finally realizes how heavy of a luggage you are? What if he decides that he doesn’t want to stick around anymore after this? What if–

“Stop thinking so much,” he mumbles against your hair, and despite the fact that you know Wonwoo has always been able to read you like an open book, it still surprises you from time to time. “You don’t have to tell me now if you’re not ready.”

“No, I…” you hesitate, head full of all sorts of things that you can already feel a headache coming. You’re nervous to talk about it, but you know that Wonwoo deserves to know and you owe him that much after ignoring and avoiding him for so long. He’s your best friend before anything, for God's sake, most likely one of the best people in your life and you’re treating him like that just because you’re confused? “I want to… tell you about it. Just…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reminds you, and you can feel his gaze even though you’re not even looking at him, your eyes casted down to his side, catching a glimpse of his hand awkwardly sitting near his thigh. You reach for his hand and play with his fingers, something that you only do when you’re extremely nervous–a habit that he’s always found endearing though he never says it out loud. “You can take your time.”

So you do.

You spend about fifteen minutes gathering your thoughts, absentmindedly meddling with his fingers and finding comfort in the pattern of his breath. And then you need another fifteen to gather your courage and start to talk about what’s happened.

You’re not sure where to begin, but one of the best things about Jeon Wonwoo is that he listens. Even when you’re messy and all over the place, your words barely make sense and you’re jumping through timelines, he listens.

He stays silent as you tell him about everything; about how your feelings have been all over the place, how they’re overwhelming you and you don’t know how to deal with them, about your parents and the things they told you that day. You feel his other hand holds you tighter, your heart softens at the automatic way he turns protective.

“Like I said, they told me I should be ashamed of myself for… yeah.” Your voice gets gradually smaller as you continue on, and before Wonwoo can ask, you continue because you’re guilty and there’s this need to come clean with him. “I didn’t… I didn’t sleep with him, Won.”

You wince at your own words, feeling extremely stupid now that you’re here, on his lap, talking about the night you tried to prove yourself that you don’t see Wonwoo that way only to find the universe making a joke out of you.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, but it’s true what people say about guilty conscience–you just wish to clarify that it’s not what it seemed like.

“I promise I didn’t. We…” you close your eyes and take a deep breath, and despite the jealousy burning in his chest as he recalls the situation, Wonwoo caresses the skin underneath your shirt comfortingly, telling you in his silent way that you don’t need to feel bad about it. “I… We… We were already at the hotel but… But you’re just… on my mind and I…”

You’re tearing up, and Wonwoo gently shushes you to calm you down, the familiar touch of his hand pushes you to his neck and you close your eyes for a good five seconds, his scent relaxing you, before you release a deep breath and continue.

You tell him honestly about how it came to be, your talk with Shua and the denial that followed, how you left Chaeyoung in the club because you’re way too busy fighting with yourself–how you��re in denial and you felt the need to prove that Chaeyoung’s wrong only to prove yourself wrong.

(You’re pretty sure she’d be screaming at you if not for the fact that she also knew your parents paid you a visit the morning after. You made sure to make Seungcheol send her a bouquet of white roses as an apology, something that Chaeyoung instantly knew to be your way of telling her you’re truly sorry but you’re not in a good mental space to meet anyone just yet.)

His heart beats a little faster at the implication of your words, but he knows you’re not done and it’s not the time to talk about it just yet. He encourages you to continue, you’re still playing with his fingers and his other hand is rubbing your back in comfort.

Now that you’re buried in his neck and you don’t have to see his eyes, you figure it’s time to tell him about Jennie too. At first, Wonwoo keeps his silence when you tell him that your six years old self was afraid that she’d take you away from him. That, at first, it was just that until awkwardness seeped in and it stacks up throughout the years so you just don’t know how to talk to her at all now.

You take another deep breath when you eventually tell him about what it is about her that has always made you feel like you need to keep a distance from the girl; how seeing her hurts because she feels like a reflection that you can only see from afar. Like a bad dream that’s scary because it’s a little too real.

That your heart longs to be treated like her parents treat her. That, to you, it means that you’re the reason why your parents treat you like an object. Because if it’s possible for Jennie, someone whose stand in this society is practically the same as you, to be treated like a precious child, then there’s probably something wrong with you for your parents to not treat you that way.

Wonwoo goes still under you, even his fingers that you’re holding tense a bit, and when you look up to meet his eyes, his eyes are full of pain and his mouth are a little ajar, as if unsure what to say at the revelation.

He’s not sure why, but the fact that you’re not crying hurts him even more. You sound resigned, like you’re sure that you’re the problem and not your parents, like you’ve accepted that it’s all on you. He’s about to say something, but he sees the telltale of you hesitating so he stops himself and waits yet again.

And, as if it doesn’t hurt him enough already, you tell him that you heard what his mom said the other day at the party. This time, Wonwoo doesn’t wait to cut you off and reassure you that he doesn’t think you’re any problem at all, that his mom has got it wrong and she was just being nosy because one of his distant cousins have just announced their engagement though it still doesn’t excuse her words.

He even apologizes, but you tell him that he doesn’t need to and that she’s probably right.

“No, no.” He shifts to look you in the eyes, and the small smile in your face feels like a slap in the face because he’s never seen you this refrained, so resigned and even a little empty. You’re his best friend, the dearest person in his life, the only person who stubbornly breaks through his wall when no one else bothers to even try, the one who nags him to do his dishes manually even though he literally has a helper and a dishwasher in the case that Mrs. Shin is unable to come, the one who drags him out of his shell when needs it most even though, often times, he doesn’t even know he needs it.

You don’t only brighten his bad days; you light up his life and Wonwoo has never seen your light so dull–so soulless that it breaks his heart. Have you been carrying these thoughts by yourself?

“I love you.” is the only thing that he manages to say. You snap your gaze to him in shock, not expecting it at all–sure, with last night happening and the nature of your relationship, it’s pretty clear that he returns your feelings, but to hear Wonwoo say those words out loud— “And… I know it wouldn’t help your situation, but I feel like you need to hear that… I love you, and even though I might not be able to change how your parents make you feel, I want you to know that there’s always someone who thinks you’re the most important person in the world, someone who can’t be without you. Do you know how dysfunctional I was when I heard you’re missing?”

You blush under his intense gaze, cheeks warming up despite the way you’re disoriented just a few seconds ago, because, frankly, you’ve never expected to hear Wonwoo verbally tell you about how he feels. Wonwoo has never been one to explicitly express his feelings, and even though he’s better at sharing them with you than with any other person, it’s still not something that he often does. Just every once in a while when he feels like he’s almost at his limit and he knows he’s going to burst else.

His finger gently lifts your chin so you’ll look at him, and it’s just so easy to drown in his eyes and lose yourself in them that you find yourself staring back at him without saying anything, heartbeats loud in your ears and blood rushes to your face.

Has Wonwoo always had this effect on you?

You have no idea, but you’re not exactly complaining even though the feelings are annoying because you’re pretty sure your heart is about to burst just about any moment if Wonwoo stares at you just a few seconds too long.

“You matter, okay?” This is the most Wonwoo has ever said when he’s comforting you. It’s foreign, but it eases your heart in ways that you can’t understand. He’d usually just pull you into his embrace and hold you tight there until you move to pull away, his fingers rub comforting circles on your back and he never gets tired of reminding you that he’s going to be there until whenever it gets better.

You’re not complaining though, whatever way he thinks is the best way to comfort you, you’re just glad you have Wonwoo back by your side.

“I can’t–don’t–want to imagine a life where I don’t have you with me and I hope that means something to you. I know you’ve heard this a lot, but you’re a lot more than what your parents made you think you are. And when you feel like you’re not worth it, please remember that I’m literally proof that you’re wrong.”

You’re openly sobbing now, arms tight around his neck as your tears trailing down his skin. The position is uncomfortable, but Wonwoo readily pulls you tighter against him and your body is fully pressed against him as you cry at his words.

“I don’t–I don’t deserve you, you know that?” you hiccup through your sentence, and then you cry harder when Wonwoo shakes his head and gives you a small smile like you’re a child who doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, whispering that it’s not your call to make and that he wants you with him.

He’s exceptionally eloquent in expressing his feelings today, even he’s surprised that he’s able to tell you all these things out loud; things that he’s always kept deep in his heart and thought would forever be locked there without seeing the lights of day.

But perhaps seeing you so lost and empty helps.

Wonwoo tends to be quiet. It’s something that everyone has come to accept, and no one bothers him to speak more just for the sake of it. But Wonwoo has never thought it to be a problem because you understand him even if he doesn’t say anything. You know what to do and what to say when no one else does because Wonwoo himself finds it bothersome to say anything.

But here you are at this moment, feeling worthless like you could just disappear off the earth at that second and so sure that no one would care.

How could he stay silent when you’re like that?

“You’re literally the reason why I’m still standing on my feet,” he chuckles a little at his own words, his cheek pressed against the top of your head. “I’d probably be a hermit if not for you.”

You laugh despite your tears, and you thank him when he hands you a tissue then wipe your face with it. Your vision is still blurry, as you’re still crying even though the sob has died down now. You don’t mind though, because even though your feelings are all over the place and you’re not even sure why you’re crying, you know it’s not because you’re upset.

It’s quite the opposite, actually. And it’s funny how Wonwoo rarely says anything but the moment the dam breaks and he’s letting out all these words he’s been keeping to himself, your feelings are thrown all over the place and suddenly you’re feeling everything at once.

You have never understood when people say Wonwoo is cold. Wonwoo has always been warm to you, his arms always feel like home and you can’t possibly find a place more comfortable than with Wonwoo by your side.

It’s really a mystery to you how Wonwoo manages to hold you even tighter, but you really don’t care because the only thing that you care about right now is you’re with him.

You’re home–and that’s the only thing you could ask for.

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A/N: hehehehhhh they're finally together😭😭

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sholangagaga · 2 years

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Bonnie: I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual

Glitchtrap: Well this is a nice change of scenery

Vanny: This is a prison cell

Glitchtrap: you have to admit the paintwork is spectacular

Chica: GUYS Freddy: shh, can't you see Gregory is asleep?

Chica, quietly: oh sorry

Freddy: It's fine, why were you yelling?

Chica: the kitchen is on fire

Roxy: I have the best memory! name one time I forgot something

Gregory: you left me in a walmart parking lot like, three weeks ago

Roxy: that was on purpose, try again

Freddy: Truth or dare

Bonnie: truth

Freddy: How many hours have you slept this week?

Bonnie: dare

Freddy: go to sleep

Bonnie: I don't like this game

Roxy: and if you have any complaints, feel free to put them in the suggestion box!

Monty: that's a trash can

Roxy: it sure is!

Sun, teaching geography: Alright Gregory, what state do you live in?

Gregory: Constant anxiety

Sun: try again

Gregory: Rage

Monty: Of course I think Roxy is hot, she's like a girl version of you

Foxy: thank you but also fuck you

Roxy: what the fuck, Chica

Chica: you'll have to be more specific, I do a lot of what-the-fuck things

Monty: I told Roxy I'd cook dinner tonight but I can't cook

Gregory, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you think I can help?

Freddy: Foxy what are you doing?

Foxy: Getting into the holiday spirit

Freddy: You've been unpacking rum for the past half hour

Foxy: Rum is a holiday spirit

Bonnie: When I get murdered can you make sure it remains unsolved?

Chica: What?

Bonnie: I want to be on Buzzfeed unsolved

Chica: Oh okay sure I can do that

Freddy: can we go back to the "when I get murdered" part?

Freddy: Baby shower invitation? But we can have a normal sized shower whenever we like

Vanessa: Give me that

Vanessa: I dont have the energy for this

Gregory: For what?

Vanessa, gesturing vaguely:

Bonnie: What are you, five?

Foxy: Yeah five heads taller than you

Bonnie:

Foxy:

Foxy: Please don't kill me

Roxy: When you said you were magical in bed this is not what I was expecting

Chica, holding up the 8 of hearts: Is this your card?

Roxy: Holy shit

Sun: Now that I've explained the answer to this problem to you for the past ten minutes, do you understand?

Gregory: Yes

Sun: are you lying to me?

Gregory: yes

Bonnie: no

Gregory:

Bonnie: What did I say about batting your eyelashes at me

Gregory, sadly: It only works on Freddy

Bonnie: Name a more iconic duo than my anxiety and crippling insomnia

Freddy: Me and you!

Bonnie, tearing up: Of course

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spicyizuku · 3 years

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— "𝙎𝙞𝙩, 𝘽𝙤𝙮!"

pairing: pro hero! sub!bakugou katsuki x dom!reader

genre: smut

summary: bakugou tries to take his anger out on you and accidentally calls you out of your name. You snap and quickly turn the tables.

warnings: smut, humiliation (directed towards bakugou), name calling, the word b*tch (MULTIPLE times), choking, mentions of pet play (kinda), fighting for dominance (kinda)

A/N: hi i wanted to write abt bratty sub bakugou but this actually just turned into an awakening of a humiliation kink and self indulgence 😳 it cuts off right before the actual sex bc i dont know how to write that- but enjoy!!

All week somethings been weighing him down. You know it has to be something from work but he won't tell you anything- it's like he froze you out. There's no eye contact for days. Everyday when he comes home from work he mumbles a quick greeting before disappearing into your bedroom. He's grumpy whenever he comes out for lunch. The insults he never really means start to become more frequent. You've had days like this before- and you knew it was only a certain amount of time before katsuki would need you to force him down.

The lack of conversion only annoys you a bit, but then he also stops doing his chores. The dishes are always piled high in the sink and he's starting to leave clothes everywhere like a fuckin teenager. One day you even found a broken vase on the floor, abandoned. His actions are seriously starting to piss you off.

And you know he's doing some of this on purpose- acting out to receive something that will let him out of his head, something that will finally calm the storm in him. He doesn't know how to ask to be brought down from his high horse. His pride stops him from asking for help. You know Bakugou just needs some time where he doesn't make all the decisions. He needs time where all he has to focus on is listening and being good. So, You try to wait for him to finally come to you, not bringing up his disobedience for days. If he needs something, he should learn to ask.

But the last straw is when he calls you a bitch. It slips out so effortlessly. You can see the regret in his eyes as soon as he says it, but you don't even give him time to apologize.

You immediately have a hand wrapped around his neck as a warning. You force him backwards until you can hear his back thud against the drywall. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in shock, but in less than a second the expression is gone- replaced by an angry snarl and a hand tightly gripping your forearm. He practically growls at you, so your hold gets tighter and you press your knee in between his legs. It gets a barely concealed whine out of him. You love this part of the game; humoring him in a fight you know he's going to lose. He always loses.

"When you act like a dog I'm going to treat you like one." You hiss out, applying pressure with your thigh to make your statement stick. His hold on your arm loosens as you two make eye contact for a second. The tension in the room is thick. You think you finally have him, but his gaze once again returns to the floor.

“You've really been testing my patience this week." You say.

There's a long pause as you wait for him to speak. He still hasn't said a word. It's time for you to switch up your approach- you aren't getting enough of the reaction you want.

“You've been so bad, Katsuki. What happened? You were doing so well for me last week." Cooing, your free hand gently caresses his cheek. The quick change in your demeanor leaves him dizzy. The patronizing tone in your voice and your hand collaring his neck gets him hot; an uncomfortable heat pools in the pit of his stomach: arousal.

“You know you can always tell me what you need, baby boy. Now look at you- destroying my home like some untrained mutt. Is that what you are? A bitch?"

He feels.. embarrassed. Ashamed that he let himself spiral so far without telling you. It makes him squirm, but his movements only make him accidentally rub his arousal on your leg. That in addition to your name calling makes him pant with need. He wants to reach out and touch you, but he knows it'll cause more trouble. He locks his arms behind his back, ignoring the sparking caused by the sweat pooling in his palms.

"Answer me, right now."

“I'm not.." He finally speaks, cheeks getting impossibly hotter as he trails off. Intimidation fills him as he rocks back and forth on his feet. Bakugou's voice is uncharacteristically soft. He never thought he'd have to defend himself like this. No one's ever had the nerve to degrade him. It's always been Katsuki doing the bullying. He secretly doesn't want the humiliation to stop.

He believes it's a secret, that is.

There's something dark in your eyes as you frown at him. It feels like you're looking down on him even though he's taller than you.

"You are what I say you are." My god, He thinks. I sure am.

"You should know by now; only good boys have a say in how they're treated." You pull your hand away from his face. He leans forward, chasing your touch. His eyes are glassy as he slowly tears up. The anger in him dissipated a long time ago- fuck, he can't even remember what he was so worked up for. All he wants is you, your touch. All that's going on in his head is you, you, you- and all you've done is humiliate him a little to put him in his place.

Once he nods at your words you know you've finally got Katsuki where you want him. It'll be easy to meet his every need now that he's not fighting against you. When you're done with him, you'll do aftercare together and then he'll return to his regular, sarcastic self. It's easier for him to talk to you after the high of subspace has faded.

But you're too busy thinking about the future when all Bakugou can think about is you- he's still in the same position, only slightly slumped against the wall. He wants you to let go off his neck just to smash his lips against yours but at the same time he doesn't. Don't let go of him, he could stay like this forever and fuck- when did he start grinding against your leg? He doesn't remember- but he just can't stop.

You pull your leg away.

"No- please..." Bakugou cries out, his only relief being taken away from him. You make a face of disgust towards him and he almost sobs, getting impossibly harder. He needs more.

"Poor baby.. look at you, crying all over yourself. And you're getting off on this, aren't you?" Your hold on him loosened over time. His head falls forward, hair covering up his face as he nods jerkily in response.

"Disgusting. Like a mutt in heat-" Your words cloud his head and he moans softly at them. You finally let go of his neck and he buries his face into yours, fat tears roll down his face because of the humiliation and lack of stimulation.

You shove your hand down his pants and run it along the waistband of his briefs, your other hand running up and down his back before finally making its way up to his hair. "Are you finally going to tell me what you need? Hm? Like a good boy?" He jolts as you snap the band against his skin.

“Yes! Please- I'll.. I'll be good. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry." he cries. You pet your boyfriend's hair in reply before letting go to guide him to your shared bedroom.

“There’s my baby- c’mon, let me make you feel good.” You give him a genuine smile. His cheeks heat up and he's restless, the mix of praise and degradation is doing things for him. He's still sniffling like a baby.

You follow behind him as he practically runs, rushing to pull his shirt off over his head simultaneously. You walk slower just to tease him.

“Who's the bitch now?"

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proffessional-busboy · 3 years

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There’s Always a Loophole

(Part 2)

Warnings - kinda sad and angsty

a/n - part 2 obv. um there is one scene that has a a lot of dialogue so the blue is ric and the green is Hope. but ya enjoy

(Part 1 Here)

Recap

"Any brilliant ideas because i think we're running out of time." you said, pointing to the black goo.

She looked at it and looked back at you. "Just one" she sighed. "But your gonna hate it." she paused for a second. "Kiss me".

So of course you obeyed. There was a lot of emotion in it. "I didnt hate that at all."

"Not that". she said, her hand snaking from your face to your neck. "This".

And she snapped your neck.

She looked down at your body as it fell to the floor. She took a second to think, and then called Alaric.

"Hope, did you find y/n?"

"Yeah"

"Okay, well tell me where you are"

"Fort Valley, Georgia. Y/N's gonna need you when i'm done. You have to write it down."

"Wait, youre at Triad Headquarters?"

"Yeah. Uh, dont worry though everyone here is dead."

"Okay, listen you're not making any sense. Just put y/n on the phone."

"I can't. Uh, she would have tried to stop me, so i had to kill her too."

"What?"

"She'll come back, don't worry. Even if i dont."

"Hope, tell me what the hell you're about to do right now before you do it."

"Clarke won. He found the final artifact, and he tossed it into the pit, which is y/n's father, by the way. And now Malivore's gonna rise unless i stop him."

"Stop him how"

"y/n's got all the answers but basically, Malivore was created by the blood of a werewolf, a witch, and a vampire. It used to be that only they could destroy what they created, but nature found a loophole. By making me. The tribrid. Im the loophole."

"Hope you listen to me. Now, this is a theory, okay, and you dont even know if this is gonna work so you just sit tight, and wait for me to get there."

"There's no time! Ive always thought that i was a cosmic mistake, someone who should never have been born. But after all this time, i mean, my purpose is finally clear. Think about it. Im the answer to all of this. I can remember things about Malivore that no one else can. That Triad weapon didnt affect me. Did my blood heal Josie?"

"I am not okay with this."

"I know. But you will be because once i toss myself into that pit, no one at school will remember me. Including you."

"Hope you listen to me."

"Ive spent years torturing myself, asking myself why my father sacrificed himself for me, to get to this point where, i mean i totally understand it. And i dont want you to have to go through that pain Dr. Saltzman. You've been through enough. And i dont want anyone at school to miss me, because they're my friends. Maybe i would've seen that sooner if i hadnt been beating myself up all this time.". She pauses, sighing, and thinking this through. "This is the point where you tell em that you wish i could change my mind even though im doing the right thing." she pauses again, eyes watering, tears threatening to spill over. "This is the part you tell me youre proud of me."

"You know im proud of you. You know it." Ric replies, voice breaking. "What is it you need me to do?"

"Call maintenance. Have em pack my room. Take my files, all those notes i know you keep about me, and burn them. Even y/n's journal."

"Listen, if you wanna erase yourself, thats on you, okay. But you cant ask me to do it too."

"Im sorry Dr. Saltzman." both of them have tears running down their face. "But i trust you more than i trust anyone. I wish i wouldve figured that out sooner, too.". She looked down at the pit as it roared, a faint shape of malivore's face tearing through. "I gotta go."

"Hope! Listen to me, wait."

"Not an option. Uh-uh. Promise your gonna do what i said." she waited for Ric to answer. "Promise me!"

"Alright, fine. I promise."

With that, Hope hung up. She deleted the call history of her and Ric. Walking towards the railing looking down at Malivore, she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She turned her head quickly as Clarke started stirring around, standing up quickly and snapping his neck back in place.

"Ooh, sorry. I was eavesdropping." he looked at hope. "What are you waiting for?"

"I assumed you were gonna try and stop me."

"Hell no. I was only trying to raise my father because im terrified of him, and i knew he'd find a way out someday." Clarke said, walking around the platform hovering the pit. "But if youre right about this loop hole-- can actually kill the bastard once and for all." he stopped. Standing by the lower part of the railing. "Be my guest. And if youre wrong, no harm done because you'll be dead. So go on. I'll be rooting for you." He smiled at Hope, who was now standing across from him.

"Thats not all you'll be doing." Hope said, raising her hands. "Imitantor Pupulus".

Clarke just smirked at her, thinking she failed. "Whatever you think you just did, it didnt wo-". He was cut off by his handing flying to cover his mouth, the same as Hope. She removed her hand from her mouth slowly, same as him. "How'd you do that? Why did i do that?"

"Its a basic mimic spell. We learned it in second grade." she started walking closer to him, making him walk closer to her. "Also in second grade..." she stopped. "Follow the leader"

"You dont have to do this" Clarke begged.

"I know. But its the only part im actually enjoying.". Hope put one foot on the bar and grabbed his throat, Clarke following her actions. "Too bad youre so clumsy". She put her other foot up and jumped off.

They both went over the edge, falling into the malivore pit.

Any memory of them now ceased to exist.

Just like them.

a/n - JUST LIKE THEM BITCH AAAHHHH. This is basically jus that whole scene but with Landons name and pro-nouns replaced w ur name and girl pro nouns so ya. BUT STILL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

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welp, apparently 4am it isn't late enough for the damn chickens to stfu. *cough* Anywhoo fuck it im gonna make an acc in America server lmao, ive been meaning to make one for each server but im legit scared of the DS quest and the story in konda (I haven't finshed the Konda one and my exploration in DS is 48% n my DS tree is at level 4 or 7) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and this time ill be choosing aether for experimental and educational purposes ofc not bc I found out i was a simp for him or anything ehe

And awww hopefully in her rerun you'll get her!! advance gudluck on her boss lmfao. also fun fact-actually it's not fun but it's still a fact-I slandered Ayaka like rlly slandered ik it was a shameful dark part of my life 😔

"Oh it's just mona and kaeya i dont see what's the big deal, nah i aint rolling for her" but boi her story quest was the literal definition of 'gay panic' then i was so shocked when she said 'keep your eyes on me' then she aahhhyutyu hummed that tune and started to dance ughefgaijugyufb 😫 I kid you not i was speechless lmao pls tell me im not the only one- n when i got her-not tryna brag dont bonk me-i felt so satisfied i could die then and there with no regrets except maybe the regret of not finding u/ur blog sooner lmao

im cutting this short bc dont get me started on the ppl in my simp list bc i swear i wont stfu- btw can i be Cinna anon? or just Cinna?

p.s. ur sweeter <3333 although ur ayaka angst made me doubt just a little im jk <33

Pffft, getting sleep with any noisy animal is a feat. I have an adorable dog who wakes up at 3am and starts barking at the bears in our backyard, its not usually an issue though cause the majority of my motivation to write happens at 3am ;)

And it’s fine haha, I don’t have too much progress on ds either- I regret not choosing aether at the beginning oml, I love precious Lumine, but I want to experience playing with both twins and just don’t have the motivation to ;-;

And ty!! I’ll be sure to wish on her rerun, and you weren’t the only one who got attached to her in her story quest. I literally started crying, mainly cause I had to stretch the quest thing for a few days (cause of work) and built up a connection to her during that time. And when she had that whole ‘keep your eyes on me’ dance and aidbeusbsksshsj- heart captured, then and there. My life and soul offered to her- if only I could somehow transfer to the game and just stay with her :,)

Ofc you can be known as Cinna anon, I would prob just call you Cinna in general but that’s a cute name :3

don’t judge me based off my angstttt- I swear I just think of Ayaka when I’m emotionally unstable (comfort character) and I just end up writing angst. I’ll write some sweet fluff dw

I know you said you had a ton of people you simped for, but who would be your top? Top 3?

#genshin impact #-//anon-cinna//-#//interactions//#<3

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Of Secrets and Dragons

Dimivain hell? Yes please. This is basically a AU a friend andni came up with. It's based off of the idea that the goddess gifted certain family lines the ability to turn into dragons should all of Fodlan ever need protection. So, we have Beast/Dragon Form Claude, Edelgard and Dimitri. Hope you guys enjoy.

"It is said that on the Goddess's last visit here with normal man, she gifted three bloodlines a very unique ability. It was almost as if it was a parting gift. She gifted three of these Bloodlines the blood of dragons. At first, none of them understood why or what the purpose was. It was until they had children of their own did they understand. With the blood of different dragons running through their vines, their children could take the form of that particular species.

"One could take the form of a mighty Forest Wyvern. Swift as the wind, agile like no other. Its said a single drop of the blood of its blood on farm lands could rejuvenate the soil, bringing about plentiful crops or bringing plant life back to a area that has been long dead. This particular form now runs in the viens of the Riegan bloodline of the Leicester Alliance. Currently its said that the next Sovereign Duke; Claude Von Riegan now wields the ability to turn into this deadly, but elegant, life giving creature."

"The next, a hulking dragon that screamed power and Pride. This large winged creature is said to wield fire itself, being able to envelop itself in it's own flames to create light or even a form of protection. Its said this dragon can bring the end of harsh, ever lasting winters while being able to being pleasant summer days. This form of dragon is said to belong to the Imperial Princess; Edelgard von Hresvelg."

"And finally, There was the final dragon. This one, Flightless, wingless. But that alone did not mean it wasnt as strong and dangerous. This dragon, a drake, was a four legged dragon. A well muscled body, but somehow lean and quick. Powerful and struck a cold fear in those who stood in it's way. Its said this beast could bring about bitter cold and blizzards to fields when enraged. Or bountiful rain to areas who were suffering from a smoldering drought. As of now, it was said that this dragon form ran in the vines of the Blaiddyd family of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. However, as of now, its said that the crown Prince; Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd does not have this dragon form. Many suspect this form was lost long before the rule of Lambert, the previous King of the Holy Kingdom."

There was a long pause of silence in the Blue Lion class room as they sat there, listening to the rare and seemingly odd lecture of the day they were getting from Lady Rhea herself. She rarely ever left the first floor and she definitely wasnt one to teach a class. She was the Archbishop after all, she typically had far more important things to do verses actually teach a class. But they had been expecting this to happen. The Golden Deer house and the Black Eagle House had already received this same lecture from her. None of them knew why they were suddenly receiving this lesson or why she was even talking about it. Yes, strange things had been happening around the Monastery as of late, but in a way, some of the students were starting to think that maybe Rhea was in a way letting the house leaders know that maybe it was time to start using their dragon forms to send a message.

But as the Archbishop had stated, Dimitri was the only one out of the three who couldn't take the dragon form he was supposed to be able to take. Or at least that's what many believed. The class gave Rhea their thanks for her lesson she had given before watching her depart, once she was gone it was painfully obvious bow they all relaxed and sighed. Some, namely Sylvain, had slumped forward onto the dark wood desk, Felix to his left pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, talk about throwing more of the churches issues onto the future King, Emperor and Sovereign Duke." Sylvain said, sitting back up and looking over at their future King who was looking down at the notes he had sitting in front of him. He was sure the blonde didnt actually write down anything important, but he did have to make it seem like he was Intrested in the topic. "Hey, dont look so worried your Highness." The redhead tried to reassure.

It was clear that he was nervous, on edge now. Dimitri was easy to read more or less when he got like this. Especially when it concerned that dragon of his. There was a reason why it slowly started to disappear in the family line. And that was because his family's particular form was high aggressive even if the king amdnor queen wasnt by nature. So, in reality only all of the Blue Lions knew why the Blaiddyd family had started using that form less and less as time passed. Sylvain huffed when he noticed that his words didnt seem to quite reach his blonde haired loved one. He stood up, walking over and kneeled down next to where the Prince was sitting. He reached up, his palm slid up the others cheek and his fingers tangled into the blonde colored locks, gently tugging. This got the younger male's attention, he turned his head to look at the red head, but frowned when Sylvain didnt remove his hand, only tugged again.

"Must you?" Dimitri asked, though it came out more like a whine verses a question. Sylvain only smiled, keeping his hand tangled in the golden locks, gently rubbing where he had tugged on the other's hair. "I'm fine, I just dont believe that its necessary for any of us to use those forms. Lady Rhea failed to mention those forms are used for emergency cases only. In which I mean the fate of all of Fódlan is at risk. Not because some people are questioning the Church." He himself wasnt a holy man, despite what his own kingdom was called. Never really believed in the goddess, much less took part in praying to her or any such things. His father was much the same way. Maybe that's why he turned out as he did. Not that he wasnt saying that the goddess didnt exist, he just didnt see a need to worship her so damn much. Especially when so many people have died thinking she would give them mercy and save them only for it to turn out otherwise. He sighed heavily, leaning into Sylvain's larger hand. "I'll need to speak with Edelgard and Claude about this when we all have some spare time."

"Work, work, work. That's all it is with you." Sylvain teased as he stood up, removing his hand from Dimitri's hair and sitting on the end of the table, soon enough the rest of the blue Lions soon gathered around their prince at the table he was sitting at. "But on a serious note, are you going to warn them about this? Or are you going to tell them?"

"They dont need to know," Felix interjected with his usual sharp tone, his arms crossed over his chest. "There had never been a need for them to know so I dont see a reason for them to know now. It's not like all of Fódlan is on the verge of collapse. I say leave them be. Dont go doing something stupid that you'll regret. I'm sure the other house leaders are smart enough to know what Rhea is getting at."

Same typical Felix. Sylvain could only sigh as he shook his head. But his younger friend did have a point. Edelgard and Claude were smart, they probably already put two and two together to figure out that the Archbishop was in a way, pressuring them into taking those forms when the church asked them to. Sylvain couldnt help but feel glad that Dimitri's family had started using that uncontrollable form of theirs less and less. Hell, he was sure not even Lord Rodrigue recalled how that dragon form of the Blaiddyd family looked like. Still, it was a bit of a bad thing that the family had no control over the dragon form. No one could ever really figure out why, many assumed maybe the goddess made it that way for a reason. But what reason could that be? Either way, it was a mystery and would probably remain that way for a while. The red head only was pulled from his thoughts when he felt Dimitri lay his head on his thigh.

A small smile graced his features, especially when Felix, even if it was out of character for him, reached out to place a comforting hand on his back. They cared for him, he was their friend after all and they had sworn to keep him safe after the Tragedy of Duscur and after the Rebellion. Dimitri had no control over himself when that rebellion took place west of their kingdom. It had been a forced transformation and no one who was there spoke of it to anyone else out of respect for the late King and for the respect and love they had for their Prince. "Its okay, things will work out." Sylvain assured him as he ran his fingers through the Blonde's hair gently. "Like you said, those forms are for when Fódlan is on the brink of collapse right? And yeah sure there have been a few strange things here and there but nothing to suggest Fódlan is in that much trouble or need of help."

"As much as I loath to agree with him," Felix started, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms over his chest. He easily ignored the shouted and offended shout of 'hey!' From his red headed friend. "He has a point, Boar. Right now things are fine. So realx." Despite his harsh tone and the glare on his face, anyone who knew Felix well enough knew he was saying it truly to help Dimitri relax and calm down. Felix raised a brow when the blonde turned his head to look up at him. With Dimitri laying his head on their older friend's thigh, one could tell he was tried. The prince was allowing himself to look Vulnerable, and Felix felt his blood boil at the mere idea of anyone else from the other houses walking in and seeing him like this. "Get up, goddess forbid anyone else sees you looking this pathetic." He snapped.

"Felix," Sylvain scolded lightly, keeping his hand on the back of Dimitri's head. There wasn't any actual pressure there keeping the Prince's head down, but it was Sylvain letting him know that he didnt have to move despite Felix's words. He could never really actually put heat behind his words when it came to Felix or Dimitri. He supposed they were his soft spots, he could never scold Ingrid because well she never really acted out of line. Unless it was with Dedue but the Duscur man handled that well on his own.

"Your too soft with him. Hes a boar, a beast, an animal. He doesnt need to be coddled." He snapped again, glaring at the older male. Honestly he knew Sylvain coddle him and Dimitri a lot, he was just like that even when they were kids. But they weren't kids anymore. Dimitri would be king soon, and with it a whole kingdom full of problems he would need to learn how to handle. Neither he or Sylvain would always be there, there would be times where he wouldn't see either of them for months. Sylvain couldnt keep coddling him like this, making the empty and stupid promise he would always be there at his side. "Get up and come spar with me. And try to control yourself I can already feel a cold chill in the air and we're in the middle of summer."

"Ah, My Apologies I didnt realize-"

"Of course you didnt. Just shut up and let's go."

Sylvain sighed heavily, he was disappointed that the Prince lifted his head from his lap but he knew there wasnt talking him out of it. At least sparring with Felix would keep his mind from thinking about the lecture they just got from Rhea. Though Felix had been right, even he could feel the slight bite of cold in the air, Dimitri always seemed to have trouble controlling his own abilities aside from his strength. It made sense that this was the reason why he shoved down whatever he was feeling when it came to the Duscur Tragedy and the Rebellion as well. Both incidents always caused Dimitri to have a flurry of different emotions and with thaoe emotions came harsh and sudden blizzards. Faerghus had experienced it once already, the Monastery did not need to. Still, there had to be more to Rhea's lecture. A few incidents couldnt cause something like this to come about, right? No it wouldnt make much sense. There was more that she knew that she wasnt telling the students. But that didnt mean that the Professors didnt know. Which meant their Professor knew as well, a soft hum escaped the red head as he thought about this. Could he and would he be able to get any information out of him? If nothing else, their professor was tight lipped about certain things if not just completely unaware.

"Sylvain, are you alright?" It was Mercedes's soft, gentle, and caring tone that brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up at her and gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, of course! Just thinking is all. Ah but it warms my heart to know that such a beautiful-"

"Sylvain," came Ingrid's warning, effectively cutting him off from one of his usual tangents.

Sylvain for his part only laughed, rubbing the back of his neck before allowing himself to listen to the chatter of his group of friends. He supposed things would he fine, maybe everyone was just over thinking things.

That would turn out to not be the case five years later.

When Edelgard declared war, when their Professor went missing and when they received news of Dimitri's execution it was like the world came crashing down all around them and there was nothing they could do to stop it. No matter how hard they had tried. He didnt think there was much rhyme or reason to return to the Monastery like they had all promised to do, after all, their king dead, their professor probably also dead. What reason would they have to go back? Still, he gathered Ingrid and Felix up, making the long and dangerous trip to what was once a second home to them all. However what gave the red head a sliver of hope was the striking cold in the air, the frozen bodies, the snow and ice that covered parts of the walls and land.

When they finally found him with their professor, this Dimitri was nothing like the one from so many years ago. This Dimitri was cold, harsh, bloodthirsty and thought only of killing Edelgard. For a long while, Sylvain didnt think there would be much hope for him. Whatever darkness that had a hold of him had finally been able to drag him down into its depths and it was like Dimitri wasnt even trying to fight it. Whenever they went, the harsh, biting cold followed. Wherever they went, snow fell, the battles the fought enemy soldiers ended up with icicle spears through them, other begging for mercy as Dimitri held their head in his hand. Quick and painless death was a rare thing from Dimitri. Sylvain had little to no hope of ever seeing the soft, gentle and shy Dimitri he once knew again. Felix had even tried to get through to him. But even that didnt seem to work. It took Rodrigue's death and nearly his own for Dimitri to finally snap out of it.

When he did, he gave them all such a heartfelt apology. Swearing he would make it up to them And atone for his mistakes, things had started going a lot better after that. The cold that followed their army faded away, Dimitri would actually show up to the war council and even training as well. He would even join them to eat dinner together. Though there were times when he would still distance himself from the group. At first Sylvain didnt understand why, but when he found him late one evening, patrolling the Monastery grounds in the Dragon form he had no control over previously. He felt a swell of pride and joy for their future king he couldn't stop himself from walking up to him. He looked...stunning in this form. He stood taller then a horse, his scales a beautiful mix and light and dark blue. Black colored Horns that grew up and slightly back from his head. In this form Sylvain could see the scars that littered his body, and it was countless, some overlapping each other, some small, others large. Though if he had to pick out which one was the worse one in his opinion-

It would be the one that took his eye. Not that Sylvain was bothered by the horrible scarring, not in the least bit. They all had their fair share of scars thanks to this war and even past battles. But when he saw the scars that just seemed to over take Dimitri's body, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. Only because he knew a good amount of those scars were caused by his time imprisoned in the Capital under the pretenses that he had murdered his uncle. His eye had been lost during his escape from what Dimitri had implied. He never went into much detail about that day. No one could blame him. As Sylvain stood there next to the hulking creature that was his friend, he could tell Dimitri was tense. It was sad, seeing him so tense and always seeing to be walking on eggshells around not only him, but everyone. As if fearful of doing or saying the wrong thing. Dimitri used to be so confident, or at least he came off as confident. These days he doubted himself a lot, making it hard for him to see that he was indeed making the right decision. Even as Sylvain reached up and held the other's face between his hands.

It was odd, the feeling of cold scals under his hands. Considering he had only ever had been in his human form. Both remained silent, Sylvain gently holding Dimitri's head in his hands, thumbs stoking along his jawline. The touch seemed to have calmed him down, considering his remaining eye was closed in content, deep rumbles coming from him which he supposed were the dragon version of a purr. If that was even possible. The red head pushed that thought aside, there was a time and place for such joking things, right now wasnt the time nor the place. Right now, he was enjoying this moment of peace.

"Look at you. Never once did I think I would ever get to see you like this." Sylvain mumbled, pressing his head to the other's head. He shivered at how cold the other felt in this form but goddess it felt so pleasant. "Honestly it suits you. But I'd like to see you now. If that's okay?" Had he asked this from the blonde so many hours ago, he would have been met with a snarling growl and a harsh 'no'. But right now the got a soft, long exhale of breath before he pulled his head away from his gloved and armored hands. He watched as the King shifted from that dragon form back into the human form he had grown accustomed to seeing. Like this, Sylvain felt much better seeing. He looked more vulnerable, more...him. which in a way made sense, in his dragon form it was hard to tell how he was feeling, there was always an air of being on edge and ready for anything like that. Or at least that had been how Hilda explained it whenever Claude was in his Wyvern form. Sylvain smiled, reaching up to cup the other's face between his hands. Dimitri's flinch did not go unnoticed, but he kept his movements slow and steady, making sure to not startle the other so much.

It broke his heart every single time he saw Dimitri flinch away from what would be a friendly touch. It was sading to see how a simple pat on the shoulder or back was like the best type of touch hes ever gotten. How long had he gone only knowing harmful and malicious touch? Had it been since the death of his uncle? Since his imprisonment? Goddess only knew. Sylvain smiled when Dimitri leaned into his hands, his remaining eye closed. He noticed though how his hands seemed to hover awkwardly, like he didnt know what to do with them, as if he feared to touch anyone. "Its okay," he assured the King. He felt Dimitri stiffen for a moment before his reached up, placing his hands over Sylvain's. It took a long time for them to reach this point, before Dimitri wouldnt even allow anyone to touch him. Not even Sylvain who had never once ever dreamed of hurting him. But goddess it felt good to be at this point, there was a feeling of shock that washed over him when he felt the blonde lean against him, so much so that his head was resting against the crook of his shoulder and neck. "There you are, it's good to see you."

Dimitri hummed softly, the blonde moving his arms to wrap them around the other, pulling him close. He missed this, he missed Sylvain. He didnt think something like this would ever be possible. Especially after everything he had done, the lives he had taken so mercilessly. He wouldn't have blamed the older male if he had decided to never stand by him ever again. He wouldn't have blamed him if he had sided with the Empire and told the secret that yes, he did indeed have a dragon form. But he didnt do that, no Sylvain stayed by him, had tried time and time again to snap him our of his own madness. Even when he threatened them all, Sylvain never once held it against him. He didn't quite understand why he didn't, why he had been so forgiving of his horrendous behavior, but he was. Dimitri these days knew it was best not to question the good things that were given to him even if he found himself tempted to question it constantly. "Why are you not in bed? We have a long March ahead of us tomorrow, you should be resting." Dimitri didn't need to see the other rolling his eyes at his words he could practically feel it.

"And let you wander about like a guard dog alone when you need just as much rest as the rest of us? No way, come on, Dima. Let's get you to bed." Dimitri chuckled, leave it to Sylvain to pull something like this. He didnt fight the other when he pulled away, slipping his hand Into his own and leading him back to their old dormitories. Dimitri couldn't recall ever actually stepping foot into his old room, and now that he might he felt himself grow extremely nervous. Sylvain must have noticed because as they walked and arrived at the second floor of the dorms, he bypassed the King's room entirely and entered his own. Obviously since coming back the red head took the time to clean the room out, make more suitable for him now verses back when they were young, innocent and still had delusional ideas about how they would change the world for the better. How foolish had Dimitri been back then. At least Sylvain had always been a bit more cynical then him, knew the world wasnt always as good as it seemed. Not everyone had good in them like Dimitri wished to believe. By the time Dimitri turned back into the world around him, the red head had already gotten out of his own armor and had gotten his entire chest plate off. "How often does that happen?"

For a moment, Dimitri found himself lost and unsure of what Sylvain was speaking of, but it came to him rather quickly. The zoning out, the disassociation as Mercedes called it. Compared to just a few weeks ago, it didnt happen as often as it used to, but it would still occur from time to time. On those days it was like he was watching the day pass through someone else's eyes. He found himself forgetting to eat, forgetting to sleep. Basic human function became extremely hard to do, this often lead to someone needing to be with him at all times for the rest of that day or for however long the disassociative episode lasted. "More often then I would like to admit." It wasn't a good answer, not good news by any means, but was a truthful response. He watched as Sylvain nodded, working on removing the dark colored armor he insisted on wearing. Even when Gilbert gave him the Blaiddyd armor he refused to put it on just yet.

Sylvain nodded, there was a glint of sadness and guilt in his eyes. As the blonde's friend and the oldest of their group of four he had failed when it came to looking out for all three of them. He ended up being someone Ingrid had to constantly trail behind to make sure he stayed out of trouble. Even Dimitri would pull him aside and scold him. Felix didnt even try but sure as hell made it known he wasnt happy with his behavior. At the end, they all only did that for one reason only; to make sure nothing bad happend to him. Because in their minds, loosing him would be just as bad as losing Glenn. It was touching to know he meant that much to them. But it was also sad to see that the trauma of losing Glenn had affected them all so much they felt as if they needed to do more then necessary to make sure he was going to be just fine. When he finally managed to get he other out of the armor and in clothing much more comfortable to be in, he guided the king to lay down flag on his stomach. He could tell the younger male was tense, worried about what he was planning. "Relax, its okay. Your safe here." There was more meaning to his words. Dimitri wasnt only physically safe here, his secrets, his doubts, his fears all of it was safe here. Sylvain was never one to go around speaking of the insecurities and tightly guarded secrets others trusted him with. "The empire still doesnt know about your dragon form, I'm going to assume none of the others know as well if only because they think you cant control it." He watched as the blonde turned his head to side, somewhat looking at him with his remaining eye. "I think we should keep it that way for a while. A sort of...ace in the hole."

"Would it not be better to reveal it sooner rather than later?" Sylvain could see where that would be the best idea, but he also knew that having something like that as a secret and only using it as a last ditch effort would serve them as an advantage. Plus if Edelgard caught wind that he did have a dragon form after all, she would know exactly how to kill him, it wouldnt he a problem for her. It would give her the necessary time to figure it out if she didnt know.

"The less the Empire knows about us in general, the better, Dima." The red head said simply as he gently started to massage the others back and shoulders. The king was tense, wincing whenever his hands seemed to press and knead into a particularly sore and tender spot. Dimitri didnt seem to have a response for what he said, after all he did have a point. The less Edelgard knew, the easier it would be for them all to do what they needed to do in order to stop her. "But for now, let's worry more about how tightly wound your muscles are. It's no wonder you're always stiff like a statue."

If nothing else, it was always easier to be in Sylvain's company compared to the company of anyone else. That is not to say that Dimitri didnt care for the others, because by the goddess he did. He would tear down all of Fódlan if it meant he could keep them all safe and alive. But with Sylvain, with this flamboyant, smooth talking red head, it was different. Perhaps it was due to the fact that with him, doing anything had always been easier. He ould always be more emotional around him, physical touch wasnt as a much a fear as it had been with anyone else. Sylvain even encouraged it, often times locking their arms together, throwing his arm over his shoulders and dragging to wherever he pleased or even always putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. On rare occasions, a friendly but gentle pat on the head as well. Dimitri would refuse to admit to anyone that those pats on the head had been his favorite. Maybe that's why letting him do this, rub out the tension in his body was so easy for him, letting the other's gentle hands run up and down his back, carefully kneading. When the older male hit a particularly sore spot, the one eyed male hissed, arching away from his touch. Dimitri could name every single spot on his body that was far more tender and tense then anywhere else. It was how hebhad been living for the past five years since his escape from Fhirdiad.

"Shh, shh. Easy I know hurts right now but it will get better." Sylvain was quick to comfort, quick to lighten his touch on that spot just under and along his left shoulder blade. He had a feeling he knew what brought the tension on in the muscles in this particular area. If nothing else, Dimitri was a master with a Lance, but he wasnt thebobly one who had exceptional skill in the use of this type of particular weapon. He had encounter plenty of other Lance users and he had used Areadbhar many times in battle. Often times, he watched his King push himself far past limits he knew better then to cross. But did so anyway, which lead to torn muscles, and soreness in his shoulders more often than not. And if seemed like this time would be a case of exactly that. It felt like hours had passed before Sylvain seemed to have finally gotten the muscles in Dimitri's back to relax. When he moved to lay next to the king he paused and smiled at the sight of the king peacefully asleep.

When had he even drifted off? He wasnt sure, but he was happy to see that the man still trusted him enough to even fall asleep around him. As he laid there, watching the man in slumber, is when he started to notice small things, such as that even covered in warm, fur blankets, Dimitri's skin was cold to the touch. If one looked closely enough when he was awake, one could see the faint Cerulean glow his eye had. Even his teeth seemed sharper as well, all attributes and traits that he got as he got older thanks to the dragon form that ran through his family's blood. For now, the others didnt need to know about his control over his beast form, not yet. It could be a secret between him and his king. For now, Dimitri could rest.

For tomorrow, it was back to war, back into the fighting.

#dimivain #fe3h fanfic #fe3h dimitri #fe3h sylvain #fe16 #Ice Drake Dimitri #Forest Wyvern Claude #Fire Dragon Edelgard #Beast/Dragon Form AU #Sylvain x Dimitri #sylvain jose gautier #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Great Thing

Doubles as my submission for the Nasty Off. Merry Ficmas!!

Part 2: Discretion

“No, N'Jadaka. I do not make a habit of performing sexual acts with women’s backsides,” T'Challa deadpanned. Erik was purposely antagonizing him. Irritating to the degree that T'Challa briefly considered stabbing him again. Not fatally. Well… perhaps, but the thought only lasted a moment. Crass conversation was uncomfortable and tasteless in T'Challa’s mind. “I’d rather refrain from this unsavory topic of conversation, if you don’t mind. Let's return to the discussion at hand.. The status of the shopping center.”

The shopping center a while away was a property they intended to acquire and fill with black businesses including a grocery and pharmacy. They'd yet to close on it.

“You telling me all the fat asses in Wakanda, you’ve never slid in one, said it was an accident?"

T'Challa sat stonefaced across from Erik in his Oakland office, unamused.

"You're the king, you never popped a Dora? ..Okoye? Ayo? I know they'd let you hit in the name of Wakanda,” Erik badgered, his eagle eyes trained on T'Challa’s.

"You were king temporarily, N'Jadaka. Is that an act you attempted?"

Erik's expression was accusatory.

“Are you implying.. that I’d need to lie? My encounters are very straightforward. Not that I owe you an explanation for the acts that I commit, but deceit is not my m.o.”

“Aight butch, you got it,” Erik nodded relishing in T'Challa’s obvious discomfort. His accusatory expression remained and how this topic switch occured, T'Challa had no clue. The best thing he could do was excuse himself.

"We'll continue our conversation when you're ready to talk business," he spoke rising to his feet and collecting his belongings.

---

“He did what,” Ramonda gasped, holding her chest as she watched T'Challa’s hologram relay the tale of the thuggish run-in from the center of the throne room. “He’d trade his car for a young woman. One he does not know?”

"The man is infuriating, but his progress is undeniable," T'Challa sighed.

“Utyhefu ushiye intliziyo yakhe (the poison has left his heart),” the mining tribe elder muttered.

“Must’ve been your blade, brother," Shuri joked. "Since you pierced him with a spear, he’s not been the same toxic warmonger.”

“I think the Outreach Center suits him. He’s developing healthier boundaries and exercising restraint... with his anger that is. He could have killed the man responsible for the assault on the woman, but he let him go.”

“I would have killed him, ” Shuri nodded, Ramonda admonishing her bluntness.

“Do you trust him," Ramonda asked bringing the throne room to silent attention. T'Challa hesitated.

"If I am transparent, there are still many flaws to his character though no man is perfect," he paused, "I do not trust him to place Wakandan citizens before other nations. However. I do trust him not to betray me and I do trust him to run the center."

"And what do you think, Okoye," Ramonda inquired causing the Dora to step forward gracefully beside T'Challa.

"He is not a threat," she spoke boldly.

"Then I too will trust him." Ramonda nodded.

1 Year Later.

"I guess it's a good thing N'Jadaka found something or someone to get into, You haven't gone out in a while," Okoye swirled her wine glass pointedly. There were a few pretty young women in the Oakland restaurant who appeared to be alone.

"I do.. just fine," T'Challa smiled ignoring Okoye's penetrating stare.

"If you insist." Her brows raised. He hadn't been sexually active in months which was odd.. In Wakanda, California, or anywhere else.. but she dropped the subject.

"Excuse me.. Hi," a figure intruded from the side of the table and T'Challa side-eyed the stranger, his eyes trailing up her figure once he realized she was a woman. Her eyes contained a fondness that confused him. "You probably don't remember me," she smiled nervously. She was dressed in a form-fitting black dress cut off above the knee and his eyes couldn't help but caress the smooth brown skin of her shapely legs.

"Yara," Okoye interjected, her smug eyes on T'Challa. His eyes narrowed at her subtly, upset to be caught red-handed checking out the woman. He did not recall meeting her. He would have remembered.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she breathed excitedly. "You saved my life, you and your cousin. I was working the street, pregnant by my pimp and you two stopped for me."

"Lancaster.." His face brightened with shock when she nodded. Her appearance had changed drastically. "You look exquisite," he gaped quickly correcting himself. "Healthy... You look.. very healthy." Okoye snickered silently.

"Sit," she instructed Yara who took a seat next to T'Challa. "Why don't you two catch up. I have things to attend to.. Have fun," she whispered teasingly. And then they were alone.

"Yara, is it? How is the baby?"

"It was a rough pregnancy. The baby was born with an addiction and we were both in rehab.. I named her Imani and now we're both clean, healthy.. and happy."

"She is a fighter like her mom," T'Challa smiled, warmed by the update.

"Would you like to meet her," she blurted wide-eyed, "She's here along with my mom."

"... Of course," T'Challa stood hesitantly, following Yara to her table. Her dress accentuated her small but deliberate curves in a way that made looking away nearly impossible. He had to force his attention to the older woman sitting near a high chair as he was introduced as 1/2 the duo that saved her life. He smiled, graciously greeting the mother who was extremely vocal with her thanks. More than words, was the evidence. Imani sat healthy, cared for, chubby and gumming on a small piece of chicken. Honor and pride welled within him. "I will definitely bring my cousin to meet you," he promised the old mother, heading back to his own table to pay the bill. Yara followed.

"I got a job at a bank and I'm stable now, financially and emotionally," she blurted. There was admiration and reverence in her eyes, which he was accustomed to. "I'm free of STDs," she added when he nodded. It was such a random addition, but caught his attention nonetheless. He paid his bill and gathered himself to exit. When Yara followed him to the door, he turned to eye her carefully. "Just listen," she implored, suddenly transparent. "I realize you probably think I'm still damaged with a complex of some sort that makes me crazy about my saviors, but I'm really just a woman trying to get the attention of a beautiful and kind man she's only met twice.. Please consider me when you get home tonight," she nodded turning to return to her table. Before he could process his movement, he'd reached for her hand to stop her and she turned on her heel slowly. What was he doing? He didn't have the slightest clue.

"Would you... like to accompany me to my cousin's home for the night," he asked watching her face brighten into a warm, radiant smile.

---

Bumping into every surface, T'Challa fumbled for the lights, Yara's lips all over his neck as she clawed at his black kaftan. He had to have several hickeys by now the way she'd latched onto him like a leech in the car Okoye had left. It rained heavily on the ride back, but they managed to stay dry.. for the most part. Yara was wet, her juices resting on his fingers and he was swollen below the waist, breathing heavily, handling her like a wildcat. She lunged, wrapping her thighs around his waist, her tongue finding the trigger spot on his neck. He threw her onto the couch roughly.

"My cousin should not be back tonight," he rushed removing his kaftan as she watched with hungry eyes. His unexpectedly large muscles flexed and Yara jumped up to touch them only to be shoved back onto the couch. "I need your phone.. I'm sure you understand the need to protect myself. I am vulnerable to you afterall." Without hesitation, she handed her device over and he hid it for safe keeping. When he returned, Yara was naked and arched on Erik's couch. He ran his long finger down the dip of her spine and gripped her buttcheek, squeezing it semi-roughly. "Do you mind if I'm a little rough with you? I am.. a bit sexually charged. I haven't been sexually active for a while."

She smiled, shaking hard with silent laughter.

"Are you laughing at my misfortune, Ms. Yara," he smiled, unable to hide his humor. Her loud giggle broke loose and she snorted, tickled by his admission. "Is that so," he grinned sinking his erection deep into her wetness. Her mouth formed an O, her laugh muted. "Tell me more," he sang in her ear smugly, letting her feel the weight of his member.. heavy inside of her. Before her lips could move, he pulled back and slammed into her again, his hand holding the back of her curly head down firmly. "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you," he asked slamming into her again. All the humor had left the room. "Say something," he murmured switching to shallower steady strokes, his lips on the back of her neck, trailing over her shoulder. She exhaled shakily, "I.. Mm.. Don't.. Dont st- Stop."

He grabbed a fistful of her curly hair then, pulling for leverage, determined to leave everything inside of her as she stuttered through moans. Pulling her head back, his lips found hers and he kissed her sloppily, his tongue trailing to her ear down to her neck. She tensed with a low grunt and he knew that was a trigger spot for her. He wondered if she had another. Sliding his fingers down her wet slit, he fondled her glossy clit, wet with her own fluids, transferring those fluids to his thumb. She squeaked loudly, freezing when he pushed it into her ass. "No one's done that," she murmured in genuine surprise.

"What about this?" He pulled out of her completely with a heavy smack to both cheeks, dipping to tease her starfish with the tip of his tongue.

"That either," she moaned and he trailed his tongue up and down her crack, spitting in her small hole and tongue-fucking it for a finale.

"Would you like me to fuck you in the ass," he whispered and she jolted shocked by his language. "I am a king with appearances to maintain and a man with urges. I am not a priest, Ms. Yara," he smirked. She still appeared stunned. "We'll come back to it. Turn over on your back," he ordered, flipping her himself when she took too long to move. Her legs flew back over her head, his hands pushing them out of the way. He smacked his heavy erection repeatedly against her clit, rubbing the head around snd over it. "Do you want it," he whispered.

"Yes," she pleaded reaching down. Gently, he pushed her hand out of the way.

"Do you really," he tested, "Then make me believe it."

"Fuck me. Please T'Challa," she writhed.

"Language," he pointed in warning with a smirk. "Good girls don't use profanity so roughly."

"I never said I was a good girl." She pulled him down grabbing him to her tightly and he stayed down, his torso pressed to hers. He only lifted his hips, angling himself toward her entrance and pushing himself in slowly to ensure that she related to every inch, intimately. Her eyes developed a clouded haze and she stared into his eyes, marveling. The adoration in her eyes seemed to intensify exponentially within a very short time. "I'm coming," she whined, repeating the phrase over and over soundlessly before her eyes rolled back, her mouth again frozen in an O. He was close himself and decided to push himself to follow her in a powerful orgasm that made him grip the back of the couch for balance.

For a moment, they rested side by side together on the couch, using the time to come down from their sexual highs. When a vibration hit T'Challa's wrist, he sat up quickly pulling on his pants. Moving to the opposite side of the room, he answered the call on his kimoyo beads, Erik's hologram appearing. He appeared to be smoking a joint in a bed next to a sleeping woman.

"No assplay, huh," was the first thing out of his mouth. "You really fulla shit. I do not make a habit of performing sexual acts with women’s backsides," he mocked. "Dumbass nigga. You think I'd buy a house without installing cameras?"

T'Challa ended the call.

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