#why did i choose a fucking hand monster to draw over and over again

[senselessalchemist]

as per usual I'm working on something stupid

#saroart #dead cells #contextless high effort shitposting #well the eventual product is gonna be high effort solely because of the stupid amount of time i will have put into it #certainly this one bit is not high effort #its probably kind of obvious for a certain section of people what im working on #why did i choose a fucking hand monster to draw over and over again #very very dumb choice but heyho oh well too late now ive already got like 10 seconds of video #also i do love any dead cells content with unexplained like... normal stuff #cell phones laptops burger king etc withour any explanation or anything #its so dumb i love it

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight for today is @sugareey-makes-stuff ! They joined the sterek/teen wolf fandom in 2022 and already have so much stuff to choose from!!

Bite sized stories:

Dancing Shadows from Behind | T | 500 tags: urban legends, demons, spark Stiles, alpha Derek Summary: Derek pulls Stiles closer to his chest as more shadows appear. Stalking, taunting and dancing around them. Ready to strike again at any moment.

[Or: Derek has no idea what to do when the Pack is trapped by daevas. But something ignites a Spark, and that's enough.]

Pink Lemonade | T | 600 tags: road trips, adventure, slice of life, established relationship Summary: “Stiles?” Derek murmurs, watching him closely. Almost hesitantly, as if Stiles might bolt at any second.

“Holy fucking—oh my God,” Stiles blurts out instead. He most definitely flails while staring at Derek in awe. “Why have you never told me about this place before?”

[Or: Derek surprises Stiles by taking him to one of his favorite spots for an early morning picnic.]

Memories Bring Back You | G | 200 tags: developing relationship, reunions, fix-it, post-movie Summary: It’s surreal to see Stiles flipping through the pages of his precious journal, soaking in every single word and drawing he’s documented over the years.

“You’re a dumbass, Derek,” Stiles declares plainly.

[Or: Derek tells Stiles how he really feels about him after all these years apart from each other. Because it's written down on paper now, and it's about damn time.]

It's Enough for Now | G | 300 tags: autumn, cold weather, sharing body heat, monster of the week Summary: “You know, I could get another blanket,” Stiles points out, breaking the silence. “Or let me grab my hoodie from the couch—”

“It’s fine,” Derek interjects in a low voice. He tugs the blanket gently, pulling Stiles closer. “Stiles…”

[Or, Stiles and Derek end up sharing a blanket after coming back from the pack's latest supernatural adventure.]

Over 1k:

[Art]Molten | E | 27K with Wolfspurr tags: friends to lovers, canon divergence, mutual pining Summary: "Stiles, is that you?"

He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted.

"Derek?!"

[Art]Brewin' up Love | E | 30k with wanderingeyre tags: alternating POV, getting together, fluff & angst, the pack ships it Summary: The Pack runs Moon Tower Fermentarium, a popular brewery in Beacon Hills, and they are a refuge for supernaturals that need it. Stiles is happy to be Scott's Emissary and loves being the head brewer. His life is great. If only he could get over his feelings for Derek.

Derek finally feels like the Pack is settled and he is proud of what they've built. He doesn't need anything else. He has Stiles in his life as his friend and that's more than he deserves. If he wishes for more in the dark of night, that is between him and the moon.

OR The one where the Pack owns a brewery and Stiles is on fire with the puns. Also, there is angst.

The Walls Came Crashing Down | T | 4k tags: canon divergence, hurt Stiles Stilinski, hopeful ending Summary: “Stop thinking so hard, or you’re going to bleed.”

Surely it couldn’t be—wasn’t his Pack supposed to be duking things out with vampires right now? But a very solid and reassuring hand squeezed his own. Grounding him. Holding on, as if to drain away his pain.

There was only one person who always did this whenever he got hurt.

“Derek?” Stiles whispered, his voice raw and scratchy.

*

[Or: A mission goes horribly wrong, and Stiles finally figures out where he stands with Derek.]

Feel You Breathing | E | 8k | 3 chapters tags: porn with feelings, unresolved sexual tension, writer Derek, bartender Stiles Summary: Derek: So, you need a distraction.

Stiles: Maybe Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that. Stiles: ;D

[Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]

Made from Scratch | T | 2k tags: alpha Derek, spark Stiles, family feels, fluff & angst, teasing Summary: Derek missed Stiles. He hadn’t realized how much…until now. Something had to change. But where did he even start?

[Or: That one time Derek makes dinner for Stiles, thanks to inspiration from a family recipe and some nudging from Cora.]

Go check out all of sugareey's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #author spotlight #sugareey #spotlight saturday

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Choose To Love [Daryl Dixon x Reader; Negan x Reader] (Choices Part 4/4)

Title: Choose To Love Summary: Getting close to Negan was only ever to betray him. But, in doing so, did you end up betraying yourself and Daryl too? Warnings: Mentions of cheating (technically?), angst (with a happy ending), implied smut Request: negan n u have sex again but this time u fight back n get thrown in prison + negan telling daryl. u and daryl escape and you spend ur first night together

PART 1: CHOOSE TO LIVE [10/8/22]

PART 2: CHOOSE TO SURVIVE [11/08/22]

PART 3: CHOOSE TO DIE [15/08/22]

PART 4: CHOOSE TO LOVE [16/08/22]

Daryl Dixon/Negan Smith~Choose To Love

When you wake up, you breathe a sigh of relief as Negan is still asleep. He looks so peaceful like this you can almost forget how much of a monster he is. You are quieter this time, movements lighter than before, and carefully you remove yourself from under Negan's arm. He shuffles slightly, and you pause, but he rolls over. You sigh out of relief, and make your way over to the door. For a moment, you forget what you are wearing: the baby doll. The thought of you walking around the Sanctuary in just this is almost comical if it wasn't for your current objective. Quickly, you get changed and slip out the door.

       You return a short while later, and enter the room just as Negan wakes up. He sits up slightly, and watches and you walk over to him, and perch on the bed.

      "And, where have you been, Princess?"

      "I went back to my room so I could change into fresh clothes- I went early because I didn't fancy being caught in a baby doll dress by your men," you explain.

      "Certainly not, that sight is for my eyes only," Negan growls, "Now come here, I think someone teased me with the idea of morning sex. And, it is morning."

      "I can't argue with that logic," you smile at him, your concealed knife hidden behind the belt of your trousers.

      "And, you're wearing far too many clothes by the way," Negan adds.

     "Well, are you going to do about that then, hmm?" you smile, removing your shoes and climbing onto the bed.

      Negan sits up, and you straddle his lap. His hands trace up your thighs and gently lift your t-shirt from the bottom hem. You lift your arms, and help him take it off. You lean down, and he kisses you. His hands don't stop wandering as you continue to kiss him. You let out a soft gasp as he pulls you closer; part of you is enjoying this, the other part needs to reach for the knife so you can end this.

      "Now I know why Daryl is so eager to get out of his box," Negan murmurs.

      You freeze.

      "Stop talking about Daryl," you snap, pulling back.

      "You the one giving orders now?"

      You glare, and let your hands fall to your belt.

      "Alright, alright, I'm sorry I ruined the moment, sweetheart," he grumbles, "Won't happen again."

      "You're right: it won't."

       And, with that you draw your knife and attempt to stab Negan. You manage to land a solid blow on his chest (you were aiming for his head but he reacted too quickly to the presence of a knife), before he forced you off the bed. He was cursing and rushed up to reach for Lucille. You duck away from him, getting up from the ground. You fumble for your shirt, putting on before rushing Negan again. He knocks the knife out of your hand.

       "What the shit are you doing?!" Negan yells.

       "What? You thought we were going to play happy families while you have the love of my life locked in some cell?!"

       Negan pins you against the wall after some struggle.

       "I thought we had something special, sweetheart," Negan tuts at you, "Now, you're going to end up miserable in a cell like your boyfriend."

      "Fuck you."

       "I do admit that you have some huge lady balls though. I commend you for such a ballsy plan," Negan says, "Shame because you were fast becoming my favourite wife."

       You jerk forward, surprising him; in his momentary confusion, you bite the arm that is pinning you to the wall, and he yelps back in pain. You are slammed back into the wall, and pass out. Before your lose consciousness, you hear him yell for his men- presumably to drag you into a cell too. Your heart sinks: you failed, and now there was no telling what the consequences would be.

      "Take her to a cell! No food, no water."

~~~

Daryl's eyes strain as the door is open and light floods in. He is huddled in one corner, and has to look up to see who is coming to continue his torture. He casts his gaze up and expects Dwight to be standing there- or fat Joey. Either one, probably come to chuck a 'meal' his way. But, when he recognizes who it is, his brow furrows.

      Negan stands there, his arms folded.

      "You know, Daryl, your girlfriend is a real bitch," Negan chuckles.

      Daryl all but growls under his breath, trying not to give Negan the satisfaction of a reaction. But, any mention of you... Negan knows Daryl can't help but react to. It's you, after all.

      "Yeah, she's no longer my wife," Negan sighs, "You want to know why? She BIT me. She bit ME. Can you believe it? So, yeah I made that divorce speedy."

      "Where is she?" Daryl asks, "What have you done to her?!"

      "You know I don't hurt women, but really she's more of an animal at this point-"

      "-What the fuck have you done with her?!"

      Daryl stands up, despite how weak he's feeling, but doesn't approach any further. Negan looks from Daryl to his bat, Lucille. He knows that Daryl is smart enough not to approach him while he has Lucille.

      "Calm down, Daryl. She's still breathing," Negan assures, "She's in a time out- like you are."

       "Fuck you-"

       "-One more word, and she ends up in the yard."

       Daryl glares, but doesn't speak- too scared that if he speaks, he'll further endanger you. More than you already are in danger.

        "That's what I thought. She was fun while she lasted- you can have her back now..." Negan speaks, before smiling, "If I haven't ruined her for you."

        Daryl remains silent.

        "Good talk."

~~~

You hear noise outside your cell door, and back up against the wall preparing for whoever it was that the Saviours were sending in. You presumed it was going to be one of Negan's men, probably to subject you to whatever punishment Negan had deemed fit. You might be losing your life at any moment, you just hope Daryl was okay.

       "Y/N, Y/N," Daryl whispers out.

       "Daryl?" you reply, your eyes widening, "Daryl! I'm in here! Are you okay?"

       The lock makes a faint clicking and then the door creaks open. Your eyes widen as you finally see Daryl on the other side of the door. You rush towards him, and swing your arms around him. He returns the embrace and you don't want to let go. But, you know that you and Daryl have to get out of the Sanctuary- quickly.

      "I missed you," you whispered, "I love you so much."

      "Glad you're okay," Daryl replies, "I love y' too."

      "Let's get out of here."

      Daryl nods, and takes your hand. He leads you out to the court yard. Finally, after weeks of being trapped within these walls, you can return home.

~~~

You stand in a room within the gates of Hilltop. After letting out a shaky breath, you slowly sit down on the bed. It felt so surreal to be back within the warm embrace of familiar surroundings, and back with your family. And, back with Daryl.

        Daryl.

        You hadn't had a full conversation with him alone since you had escaped. Although you hadn't meant to, you had unintentionally withdrawn from Daryl. Negan's words had hung over you, and as much as you knew that you did what you did to survive, to escape, you couldn't shake the guilty feeling that hung over you. Did Daryl even want you any more? Could he even stand to look at you? You hadn't told him details, but you knew Negan had visited him on occasion, and he was the type to kiss and tell. Besides, telling Daryl that he had had his hands on you would only further torture your poor lover. You wished there was another way... Wished you hadn't had to do what you did.

        You felt dirty; you had no idea what you were going to do tonight- how you were going to sleep. And, you had no idea if Daryl was going to be joining you tonight.

        Your ears prick up as you hear footsteps, and the sound of the door closing behind you. Before even looking around, you knew it was Daryl. Usually, his presence would be comforting to you, but this time you felt nervous. It felt like you were meeting Daryl for the first time all over again. You didn't know how to act; you didn't know what to say.

      "Hey," Daryl greets in a gruff tone.

      You turn, and smile at him, although he can tell that it isn't quite genuine. He hesitates, but sits down beside you. Gently, you reach for his hand, and he lets you take his hand in yours.

      "Are you... Are you staying with me tonight?" you ask, looking down at both yours and his hands.

     Daryl parts his lips, and he feels his mouth go dry. What was going on? Were you... Did you not want him anymore? Did Negan... What happened, after everything, had you decided that you and him weren't working? That you had no future? A million thoughts raced around Daryl's mind. He felt his heart sink through his chest.

      "Why wouldn't I? ...Do you not want me t'?" he asks quietly.

       You freeze, feeling guilty for what your question implied: it was not that you didn't want Daryl, you were scared that Daryl didn't want you.

       "No! No, of course I want you... I wasn't sure that you would still want..." your voice catches in your throat as you speak, "Still want me after what I did."

        Daryl looks confused: how could you ever blame yourself?

        "It wasn't your fault."

        That is not what you expected him to say. He... Daryl still wanted you?

        "You... You're not mad? You still want me? Us?"

        "As long as you still want me," Daryl says, a small smile on his face as your eyes meet his.

        "There is no one on this whole planet that I want more than you," you confess, your heart feeling lighter, "I love you so much."

         "I love you too."

         You gently kiss him, and he kisses you back. After being away from him for so long, physically, you ached for him. You couldn't remember the last time you had been intimate with Daryl since everything had happened. And, even more that it had been a while. The end of the world didn't exactly leave you with a lot of free time.

        But, now you had time.

        "Daryl..." you say, breathlessly.

        You both fall back onto the bed, and tug at Daryl's collar, bringing him in closer. Daryl groans, and his hands are on you in an instant. He hadn't felt you like this in so long, he felt high from your touch. Daryl reached beneath your shirt, and hesitates for a moment.

       "Are y' sure?" Daryl murmurs, "We can wait... I don't want t' push you."

      "I want you, please," you insist, "We could die tomorrow, Daryl, and I want the last person to have touched me to be someone who loves me, and who I love."

       He kisses you again, and you are home.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon #negan #negan x reader #negan imagine #negan imagines #The Walking Dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead imagines #daryl #daryl x reader #daryl imagine #daryl imagines #negan smith #negan smith x reader #negan smith imagine #negan smith imagines #one shot

[greenflamedwriter]

What type of Fanfiction did I transmigrate too???

A/n: I read a REALLY good fanfic of the OG Bingqiu where Shen Qingqiu made plans in place to survive Binghe and ended up seducing him and now Luo Binghe wants him to pay but also wants him as his empress and they come to a conclusion Shen Qingqiu was able to reveal his past and even apologised in his own way.

Anyway NOTES And warnings! This will have NSFW sex scenes etc, those scenes WILL have a warning later on down the story if you want to SKIP them- I did plan on writing more but now I'm drawing blanks ^^; So sex scenes, etc blah blah blah enjoy!

Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were still fucked up, their relationship bordering on possesion and survival, then it turned into trust but both still regarded each other as two predators cross paths.

So they get together, Shen Qingqiu is fine with the harem in his words they give Binghe what he can't give, Shen Qingqiu had the title of empress, As long as Binghe doesn't have a harem of husbands he's fine.

Enter Shen Yuan!

When Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW he freaks out- Shen Qingqiu's alive!? so it's the beggining of the boo- wait Luo Binghe is exposed as a heavenly demon- So Shen Qingqiu is ABOUT to get his arms ripped of-

Their MARRIED!?

Welp, this had to be an alternative PIDW, [later on once he meets up with Airplane he gapes as he's told this was the DRAFT version but the conclusion wasn't finalised as the author was dead so the characters just naturally choose marriage?]

Anyway Shen Yuan figured to just 'avoid' the couple, thanks to Empress Shen Qingqiu there was NO merging of the worlds and Shen Yuan could cultivate and explore this world to his hearts content :D

So far he's living his afterlife to the fullest, right until he almost dies...again.

The fact that he was saved was surprising. He was hunting down a beast that resembled one of those monsters from Spy Kids 2 made by that nutty professor, if you cut of one head another one appears.

But this thing had two heads, he couldn't dodge the two for long and almost lost his leg to a pair of poisinious fangs.

Thankfully a black blur swooped in and sliced the neck- Shen Yuan grimaced no wait not thankfully that was going to-

But instead the necks pulsed black ooze out the wound as if the sword caturiased the necks to stop them from growing. Shen Yuans eyes widened.

...Well thats one way to do it.

The man landed and before Shen Yuan could even thank him the sword as aimed at him.

"Since I saved your life, this beast is mine so it's best if you scram."

How rude!?

"What? No way- I almost killed myself to see a hydra." Shen Yuan stood up and almost slapped the sword away but then thought better of it.

The man eyes narrowed, and Shen Yuan figured he might just get murdered. Backtracking he spoke holding his hand up.

"I was just observing and wanted to document it. Can I have five mintues?" The man tilted his lips then nodded, not sheithing his sword.

Shen Yuan reached into his pockets taking out his journel and flicking it over to his page and notes of hydras. He scowled, he had nothing for weakness, freakishly weird sword isn't something anyone can use.

He began to sketch the shape as best he could and even leaned closer drawing in detail the head and even the scales, he was blocking in shapes and only drew the details in real time for later.

The guy was staring at him and it was making him nervous. He really wanted to be accurate in this. He paused as he gazed at the Hydras mouth and paused.

Taking out a knife he lifted the lip and saw the venom still dripping from the fangs...that could be really valuable.

"Is it okay if I take some venom?"

"Why?"

"A mans gotta eat." Shen Yuan quipped back, say what you will about cultivating but he was starving half the time. Some venom would could set him up for the next month.

He heard the other scowl, "Fine."

Shen Yuan hummed happily, and rumaged around he even used a device for milking snakes- it was a gift and he's never used it UNTIl this moment! How lucky.

He then did the other Hydra head as well so he had two large jars of venom. Nice.

As he stood up he walked over to the man looking stormy, he held out the jar.

"Here, as thanks for saving me." Shen Yuan smiled.

Even if he was a jerk. He still saved him.

Shen Qingqiu scowl could kill anyone, he watched as Shen Yuans eyes locked onto his and saw the immediete effect he had on him.

Shen Yuan tensed his eyes immiedtly looking away terrified. Oh Shen Qingqiu scared him?

good. He'll keep away from Luo Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu layed on the bed scowling, "You have a harem, but you can't have men too when you have me. Shouldn't I be enough?" He sat up scowling. He knew if he asked Luo Binghe would kick out Shen Yuan, would think nothing off it.

Luo Binghe stroked his face "Who said he was for my harem?"

What?

Luo Binghe looked amused, his voice sounded considering "I wasn't pursuing Shen Yuan for myself, he could be yours. You could have your own harem, not all of them could be for sex it could be just us like this." Luo Binghe spoke kissing his forehead but he felt his lips curl against his forehead.

"But I've noticed how much you like to bully him, seeing him cry. You enjoy it, I know you've been lonely when I'm with my wives you can use him. Have Shen Yuan warm your bed. You're my empress you deserve the best."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't believe what Luo Binghe was thinking, he was too overwhelemed with jelously he never realised that this was for him.

That Luo Binghe in his own way, was trying to please Shen Qingqiu.

"You don't want Shen Yuan?"

"Not unless you're willing to share, but if you don't want him then thats fine, I'll move him to another palace maybe under Mobei-Jun he seems to like that rat Shang Qinghua."

Shen Qingqiu was considering, he was so focused of seeing Shen Yuan as a rival, as another hoity cultivator who could steal everything away from him.

Shen Qingqiu lay back down, his hands shaking. Luo Binghe took his hand and gave it a kiss.

"I will never let you go, Shen Qingqiu. My Empress, I will never replace you or leave you- I worry you might get bored with me. Leave me for Yue Qingyuan." He stroked his hand bringing it to his lips.

"The self control I have, I would cut off your arms and legs, hide you away in my bedroom, have you rely soley on me for your needs. Keep you by myside forever. I will never let you go."

Instead of horryfying him, Shen Qingqiu found himself smiling, snuggling further into his husbands chest. "Likewise, if you marry Shen Yuan and leave me, forget me. I'll kill you."

Ah young love.

Shen Qingqiu knew Shen Yuan wouldn't understand this, the possesive behaviour both of them have with each other. He doubted Shen Yuan would survive him never mind both of them, he would think they were gross, disgusting. Unhealthy. But both Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were survivors, everything they've ever had was ripped from their hands. Once they've gotten stronger they would defend what they love with everything they had.

With this change Shen Qingqiu began watching Shen Yuan in a new light, he knew the other didn't like him. He was almost like Liu Qingge, assuming he was scum and the worst person to exist.

It didn't help him warm up to Shen Yuan, the two barely got along. He had no idea what Luo Binghe was thinking. But after Shen Yuan returned from the Northern realm he suddenly looked at Shen Qingqiu to report and blanched.

He couldn't look him in the eye and almost looked...ashamed?

Shen Qingqiu's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why are you acting so skittish for?" He asked once he cornered Shen Yuan, who looked like he would be anywhere but here.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you."

That caused a reaction, Shen Yuan eyes snapped to his obviously irritated. "Whats wrong with you?"

"Nothing- nothing you should be concerned about it's just...Shang Qinghua didn't tell me anything he just...cleared up a miscomunication. That's all."

Shen Qingqiu gazed at him cooly so what did that have to do with him?

"And?"

Strangely enough, Shen Yuan straightened- even though it didn't do much for how short he was, but then he bowed.

"I Apologise to Empress Shen. I trusted baseless rumours which clouded my judgemnet of you. For that, this foolish one apologises."

Shen Qingqiu blinked "Rumours?" He immiedetly stiffened. Shang Qinghua was a rat- he wouldn't be surprised if he knew about Shen QIngqiu's past if he told Shen Yuan everything.

His hand tightened on his fan, only Luo Binghe knew because it was clawed out of him but he was the only one he trusted. Qui Haitang was executed after he learned that fact. But even Yue Qingyuan didn't know-

"What do you know?" Shen Qingiu asked and Shen Yuan stood up straighter.

"Nothing, only that you and Luo Binghe were similair which is why you're both so compatible, if I wanted to know the truth I should ask the source."

Shen Qingqiu scoffed as if he was going to spill anything to this worm. He realised this was the truth, Shen Yuan knew nothing.

"I never knew you were stupid enough to believe rumours." He would actually, Shen Yuan was gulliable, he noticed the other clench his fists glancing to the side.

"My information came from a trusted source, they've never been wrong before. I had no idea they could be biased."

When he called out airplane they kept reciting.

"Ever heard of unreliable narrator? idiot :p"

Still it was better being called stupid by Shen Qingqiu than by Shang Qinghua.

---

"What is the meaning of this, worm?" Shen Qingqiu was losing his patience with Shen Yuans incompatence. Yes the man was smart he was a walking enclopedia of beastiarys and fuana strangely enough.

And yet he couldn't even get this right.

"Do you have any idea on how to prepare ink?" Shen Yuan fumbled and almost spilled the crushed ink that he was crushing for Shen Qingqiu and made a mess. If he was going to have Shen Yuan as his servant or even entertain Luo Binghes ludacrous harem idea but with his standards and this worms incompatence he wasn't off to a great start.

This pathetic excuse of a man should be grateful, he's done worse to Binghe.

"Well?" After the other didn't respond, looking down Shen Qingqiu fan pushed under his chin lifting up Shen Yuans face to look him in the eye, the next words on his throat faltered.

Shen Yuans eyes were red and he was looking to the side his breathing trying to even out. The humilation burned his cheeks.

"This one apologises, Empress Shen."

Shen Qingqiu was fascinated. He tilted the others face, his own still unomved by the display but inside he felt something akin to excitment. The worm was too easy, Luo Binghe was fake, always smiling and pretending nothing fazed him. Shen Qingqiu barely poked this soft thing and he was close to tears.

"Crying worm? How unbecoming of a cultivator. Is this how you represent the pride of the heavenly empire?"

Shen Yuans hands clenched trying to hide but Shen QIngqiu smacked his face with a fan a soft slap to keep his face turned towards his.

If he was so easy towards a scolding what would a praise do? He should wait.

"Try again. If you spill on drop of ink you will be crushing inkstones for the whole palace until you get it right."

Shen Yuans eyes widened. There were tons of servants and schollars here who used inkstones and the wives alone used them for poetry and sending letters to their family!

His hands would die to arthitius.

With one final slap, with the fan. Shen Yuan moved back to continue his task. He was better this time. Tears staining his cheeks.

Shen Qingqiu face twitched hidden by his own fan. On second thought he might reconsider Luo Binghes ludacrous idea.

Shen Yuan hated him, he hated Shen Qingqiu- if he didn't value his life he would poison him in his sleep. He was running jim raggared and knew if he didn't have a vacation he was going to snap. After talking with Luo Binghe [more like begging] he was given a holiday leave.

Yay!

Shen Qingqiu was going with him "Oh Shen Yuan! I heard you were leaving the palace, I might go with you I need to stretch my legs."

Shen Yuan was lucky that Shen Qingqiu didn't need an entire party to go with him, both went alone with only their swords and tailsmans and even wore disguises. Seriously, Shen Yuan was going on this mission to save this village because it might have a rare demon that wasn't in his beastiary.

big action scene.

Shen Yuan began to draw the beast and even doted down the information in a column on the side. He felt Shen Qingqiu hover over his shoulder and began to break out in a cold sweat. He knew he wasn't a gifted artist, he just needed to draw them because he missed the fan-wiki page of PIDW. He just liked looking through it as a refresher for this world.

He heard Shen Qingqiu hum and prepared himself for the scathing comment.

"You're really good."

It slipped out, Shen Qingqiu scowled, but it was true. Shen Yuan was really good through this whole trip he never questioned why Shen Qingqiu went to the brothels for intel. Even seemed to agree with it and was respectable with the women it was pretty obvious that Shen Yuan wasn't interested in them that way. Helping the villagers and even knew what to say to reassure them, Shen Qingqiu only made things worse by breathing.

And his art was good and so was his calligraphy- making his own ink confused Shen Qingqiu though but alas, he wondered if maybe Shen Yuan had some talent for the four arts of Qing Jing peak.

He fantasised thoughts of having Shen Yuan as a disciple, but it ended the same as how he treat Luo Binghe.

"Hmm, thank you?" Shen Yuan spoke and noticed the other huff "Your art and calligraphy. Even your Beastiary is impressive. You should be a proud scholar."

He watched Shen Yuans stunned face, before he caught himself his face burning red and immiedietly ducked down his head his hair falling as a curtain to hide "T-Thank you Empress Shen."

No don't hide! Shen Qingqiu smirked behind his fan, who knew the worm had such a thin face?

Maybe he should get him a fan, he could paint it himself.

Luo Binghe had to smile behind his hand as he watched Shen Yuan trail behind his Shizun like a duck. How he was waiting for praise from his Shizun before his dejected look as he was shot down.

But compared to before, he realised this better than before. Usually Shen Yuan looked resentful Luo Binghe was worried he would have to do away with him for any assasination attempts.

But this looked more playful, Shen Yuan bounced back immedielty following his Shizun and chatting away while the other listened.

He knew kidnapping Shen Yuan was a good idea...

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Shen Yuan couldn't believe this was happening, the sounds of skin slapping skin, watching how his cock was disapearing into a tight hole and as he pulled back the skin tugged on almost sucking him in. Shen Yuan was moaning clutching the soft skin as he chased his own pleasure. Shen QIngqiu wanted him to be loud.

"Empress Shen? Empress Shen does it feel good?"

He couldn't believe the things coming out of his mouth. This was dialouge from a shitty stallion novel.

But it just slipped out, like second nature. Shen Qingqiu was tied down his pale arms held tightly with red rope that hung snug against his pale flesh like a caress.

Shen Qingqiu was panting, only his breaths the only sound other than the wet squelch as Shen Yuan hips thrusted forward- almost possesed.

To think their relationship became like this- Shen Yuan was ignorant he had no idea Shen Qingqiu wanted him like this-

To be used.

But Shen Yuan was a servant, it couldn't hold a candle to both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghes relationship that was love.

Maybe this- being used, with no strings attatched would make their union much sweeter in comparison.

Shen Qingqiu responded, his legs shaking and his own neglected dick leaking pre-cum.

"Hey, what if someone walked in? Imagine their shook to see Empress Shen like this- being used by a servant like some common whore."

Shen Qingqiu tightened almost gasping that time.

"How does it feel being fucked by a worm Shen Qingqiu." he spoke his name, familiary then smirked "Shen - gege?" The other did gasp that time.

"You love it, this one thinks you want to be caught," He panted his arms laying on the bed as he leaned over the Empress his hips pistoning in and out, in and out-

"You want others to see how dirty you are,"

No- wrong thing to say.

Shen Qingqiu didn't react, but his breathing hitched, and his movements stuttered.

"Maybe Luo Binghe might come in and watch." Shen Yuan tried with a slow role of his hips.

"Seeing his husband being pleasured by a pathetic worm like me. You think I'm lower than dirt but what does that make you?" He spoke but was still gauging Shen Qingqiu's reaction.

He was back to moving again now moaning, almost spurring Shen Yuan on.

"Seeing the Empress like this, you're so messy."

Messy was fine, that was okay to say.

"You're just a hole to be filled up." Shen Yuan snapped his hips going faster and purposfully missing that spot.

"Do you want to cum? You have to ask nicely..."

Shen Qingqiu scowled and Shen Yuan hummed "Fine then, be that way." Shen Yuan latched onto Shen Qingqius ass and began to thread the skin as he felt close to coming, Shen Qingqiu was sopping wet, precum dribbling down his thigh. He was so sloppy.

Shen Yuan came with a grunt still grinding his hips to empty himself in Luo Binghe's first husband.

Shen Qingqiu was panting into the sheets, his thighs shaking his cock twitching and looking painful.

Shen Yuan kissed his back "shh, Shen-Gege, I won't neglect you."

Shen Yuan moved back and grimaced when he pulled out with a tug feeling sensitive and heard Shen Qingqiu gasp.

"Y-You vile worm how fucking dare you!"

Shen Yuan flinched, he almost forgot Shen Qingqiu asked for this. He smiled, but it was all bravado. Shen Qingqiu was scary and this was close to being hot...but was also scary if he messed up- he was a virign for gods sake and here he was acting like an experienced Dom in a BDSM scene!?

Well they say fake it till you make it.

"Aw, is Shen Qingqiu feeling left out?" At least he'd read tons of hentai and Stallion novels. "Just Relax, This one will serve Empress Shen to the best of his abilities." He quipped hearing Shen Qingqiu grumble and curse him out calling him worm.

Which had Shen Yuan shiver, Shen Qingqiu had a thing for pet names, Beast for Binghe. Maybe he should call his Empress something.

Raging cat was not gonna slide.

He watched as Shen Qingqiu's hold twitched almost begging him to be filled again. But he emptied himself and watched how Shen Qingqiu was twitching, his stomach rumbling. That couldn't be good.

He carresed his thigh and raised his hand to his plump ass, he kneaded the skin then his index finger pushed into the twitching hole. He watched as his finger was sucked up and began to flex his finger as he massaged Shen Qingqiu's ass at the same time. It wasn't enough as he avoided his spot.

"Get off me- I'll kill you!"

Shen Yuan hummed, "Are you sure about that? You'll look me in the eye and remember what this one did to you- the places he's touched." He used his other hand and pressed his thumb and finger together to make a ring then pressed his hand feeling Shen Qingqiu's cock pushing through his fingers before he began to stroke him, feeling the skin on Shen Qingqius cock tug and he pulled down feeling his hand began to slicken as he began to slowly stroke Shen Qingqius cock with only two fingers tightly held around it as they stroked up and down almost milking him as he other hand began to push in and out of his ass in a rythm.

"Stop-you vile insect!" Shen Qingqiu's voice wavered and Shen Yuan knew he was doing okay.

He heard the sounds and began to brush against that spot, feeling Shen Qingiu twitch, he moved his hands faster and faster watching how Shen Qingqiu tensed.

He could edgeplay...but not for their first time...

He ripped his finger out and watched as his cum began sputtering out before he watched as Shen Qingqiu's ass gaped open then closed as his cum began to leak out making a huge mess on the bed. Shen Qingqiu cried out his hips stuttering as he came.

He collapsed and immedietly Shen Yuan stood untying the robes and pushing his Qi to soothe the man.

He began to clean up, taking a warm wet towel and wiping Shen Qingqiu down. He had already made sure his insides were fine and once the bed sheets were removed began to tuck Shen Qingqiu into bed who seemed to be in a daze.

Both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe would have a bath later.

Shen Yuan climbed into the bed and lay onto of Shen Qingqiu. After that and Shen Yuan was the little spoon, but he liked being held.

Shen Qingqiu took his hands brushing his thumb back and forth-

Oh Shen Yuan was shaking.

"Did you hate it?" Shen Qingqiu asked softly, voice bereft from judgment. "No! no I liked it..."

There was a But in there.

They had to talk about this though, Shen Yuan insisted on it. What he liked about the scene what he didn't like.

"I noticed you don't like me saying dirty."

He felt Shen Qingqiu tensed and kept talking "I don't need to know- I won't say it again...does Luo Binghe know?"

"Yes." The other said tensley and Shen Yuan relaxed "Good, now I'll know not to say it. Empress Shen-" "Shen Yuan you've fucked me. Lets drop the formalities."

Shen Yuans face burned red, Shen Qingqiu!?

"But thats not what bothered you." Shen Qingqiu stated and Shen Yuan sighed, his breath tickling the others skin.

"I don't like...using you. This 'blackmail' play is fun but I don't want to do it all the time," He pressed a soft kiss to the others chest before nuzzling him. "I want to serve Empress Shen, spoil you, treat you how you deserve." He failed to see Shen Qingqius eyes widen.

"What if I liked to be forced? Forced to submit, since I will never willingly let others touch me."

Shen Yuan spoke feeling tired and trying to stay awake, they had to talk about this if they were going to continue.

"Well bullying you is one thing. But this whole "wow a servent is fucking you," Shen Yuan made a bleh face, it was a typical rape revenge fantasy that he was not a fan off. It was not it his poison. But he was curious about the type of Hentai Shen Qingqiu wanted.

"Bullying? How would you bully me?"

"By spoiling you? You can still be tied up, but I would just try to make you sweetly ask to be fucked. Change the roles a bit,"

"How so?" "Well I would ask, what would you ask from this servent? Want me to touch you here? Suck here? Please direct this useless servant, but this one knows Empress Shen is too proud, so this one would build up the pleasure, tease you have you on the edge before your a shaking crying mess."

He felt Shen Qingqiu hands twitch, and Shen Yuan kept speaking "Or you could use me? I think theres an array or cultivation technqiue to keep someone hard, you could use me take your pleasure and leave me to deal with it myself." His own cock twitched at that. Using Shen Qingqiu then being used himself. Both were just toys to one another until Luo Binghe comes in.

He felt Shen Qingqiu suddenly adjust his position and straddled Shen Yuan who blinked confused.

"Those all sound interesting." Shen Qingqiu spoke almost considering, but his hard length against his length made it obvious how much he liked some of his ideas.

But- Shen Yuan was tired he couldn't do anything-

Shen Qingqiu huffed reading his mind "Be a good servent and let me use you." He told Shen Yuan to press his thighs together tight and Shen Yuan gasped as he felt Shen Qingqiu pushed through his cock grinding against his own length clutching his ass and he kept Shen Yuans thights together and thrusted shallowly through them.

Shen Yuan moaned his own cock giving a valiant twitch as Shen Qingqius kept pushing against at it, grinding and making a sloppy mess of his thighs chasing his release. Imagining what he could do to Shen Yuan now that he realised being tied up and used wasn't the only thing he wanted.

He'll admit, usually Binghe was strong enough to hold him down and be rough. If Shen Yuan was too scared to try some of the things he and Binghe did on the regular thats fine.

A thought of making Shen Yuan watch, watch Binghe take Shen Qingqiu apart showing how much the older wanted to be used to forget his name to enter that dreamy floaty state.

But Shen Yuan was inexperienced, it was obvious. He must of taking notes from yellow books of all things. Typical.

But Shen Yuan was a fast study and mostly open to most of Shen Qingqiu's desires.

Yes, Luo Binghe made a right choice in choosing his concubine. And with him being prepped it would make his time with Binghe easier.

He wasn't some self lubricating women so this was a big help!

Once Shen Yuan slept after staining his thighs, Shen Qingqiu left the rooms to have his back with Binghe who returned from his own wife.

Would Shen Yuan be countered as his wife?

Thinking on it he laughed at how accurate it was, he liked carriages, sweets was way too delicate and sensitive, even in bed he acted like a clingy mistress.

"What are you laughing at."

"Shen Yuan." He spoke bluntly and felt Luo Binghe hum his hands exploring the soft bruises and felt Shen Qingqius hole his fingers exploring and his blood parasites flooded to that area to make sure his first husband was uninjured.

"this master is fine, just had a silly thought." he admitted then scowled slapping Luo Binghes arm "Stop- water will go in."

He felt Luo Binghe mouth against one of Shen Yuans bruises digging his teeth in deeper, was he possesive? Wanted to have an indirect taste to Shen Yuan? Thought the other was too soft and the bruises should be deeper?

The last one Shen Qingqiu could agree. Shen Yuan was so timid. Once he realised how much Shen Qingqiu could take he probably wouldn't hold back anymore.

"Timid hmm?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded with a groan "Yes, and I won't blame inexperience. You were like a beast." He think he tore something and felt Luo Binghe's sharp grin against his skin.

He manuvered Shen Qingqiu ignored his squawking his he impaled him onto his cock, the other grunted his hands clenching and gripping Luo Binghes arm almost ripping bloody marks into his arms.

"You beast-" He cut off as Luo Binghe with no fanfare picked Shen Qingqiu up fucking him up and down on his cock, the water sloshing around and Shen Qingqiu's pants echoed around the room.

"Look at your stomach, did you reach that deep?"

With Cultivation Shen Qingqiu knew he could take this demonic cock, he glanced down his own stomach portruding and saw the cock head bump up and down his flesh expanding with each thrust, his cock twitched at the sight that something that huge was inside him.

"No- I didn't see."

He doubted it. Binghe was a monster. Luo Binghe preened but Shen Qingqiu gave a huff.

Size literally didn't matter, Shen Yuan was so close to his spot and could've pleasured him perfectly, Shen Qingqiu thought he was just bad at it.

But his fingers knew exactly where it was after he was done. But Binghe's cock went so far to the point of painful, just being full wasn't enough when that spot was further down and being ignored.

He felt the beast move faster and Shen Qingqiu felt teeth at his throat he almost blacked out, being used by Binghe was always intense. Usually Luo Binghe would massage him, slowly using creams on his body and edging him before entering him. Thanks to Shen Yuan's prep they were able to skip to the main part.

The only thing Shen Qingqiu was grateful for. Is that both he and Binghe would never tire of one another.

"...I wish you would share him. I want to see how this person pleases my first husband." Shen Qingqiu wanted to be jeleaous. But strangely enough. He liked Shen Yuan.

Outside of the bedroom he just fit with the two. He was becoming Luo Binghe's third hand almost taking over Mobei-Jun. Anyone else Shen Qingqiu would be suspicious. But he knew that his A-yuan was just stupid. He loved beasts, and liked to journey with Luo Binghe to save a nearby village to document them. He knew he loved the demons more than wanting to sneak with his husband because he always went on the intersting missions with anyone. Shang Qinghua mostly and Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu knew most would use this to curry favour. Not Shen Yuan he was excited and began to go into detail about all the demons he read about.

They didn't even have sex!?

Shen Qingqiu was fuming when he got back, much to Luo Binghe's confusion. And he saw how Shen Yuan only loved Binghe was his library. Shen Qingqiu has never felt more irritated and wrong footed but also...he knew deep down that someone like Shen Yuan could leave. He could be stationed somewhere else and Shen Qingqiu didn't want that.

Luo Binghe was always attentive and knew the thought process of his Shizun. He knew his Shizun grew attacthed to Shen Yuan just like he was attatched to Ning Yingying and Sha hualing and Liu Mingyan. His shizun accepted it.

Both knew that they didn't love, love was a fairytale and it wasn't real.

Obession. Finding something worse holding onto to benefit yourself, that they understood. Which was why they were husbands why Shen Qingqiu and Binghe were Emprorer and Empress. Both were of the same mindset, not so simple as their wives and concubines. They knew they were broken and weren't enough for a relationship which was why they had others to fill in the pieces.

They knew if they had to let them go they would. But Luo Binghe would never allow Shen Qingqiu to leave, and vice verse. It seemed unhealthy. But that obsession with each other. Knowing that the other would fall to torture to keep them there- for someone like Shen Qingqiu who wanted safety and stability latched onto this like a safety net.

And Luo Binghe's entire drive his need for revenge which then turned to ownership was what kept him reliant on his Shizun without him, he would be adrift. So would Shen Qingqiu.

Both knew they were poisnious and ruined any relaionships, take Yue QIngyuan and Ning yingying for example they ruined everything they touched and most of their drives and passions were too much- too scary for others sensitive ideals.

And yet Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu made each other better, they became more healthy working together ironically and improved their stations but also their frame of mind. They knew how to navigate one another and the mind games was what made it fun.

[Shen Qingqiu knew he could run away and Luo Binghe knew he would be too impressed to leave him be and not chase him]

But none of them would say it outloud, they understood each other. The others didn't-

Except for Shen Yuan. He looked at them and saw them. He didn't have judgment and even encouraged their relationship yet never said what they should or shouldn't be doing.

"You're still together? You obviously know something that I don't."

Not once has anyone spoken about their relationship and had respect that they knew what they were doing, and Shen Yuan almost knew their wavelengths. Almost being he was wary of Luo Binghe, sweating buckets thinking he would fall to Xin Mo for touching his husband.

It was almost funny, he saw how Luo Binghe's eyes would light up almost wanting to bully Shen Yuan.

To 'teach' him a lesson, Shen Yuan had the type of face that you couldn't help but want to tease and get a reaction from he made it so easy. And being scared? Sweating buckets but also blushing when he remembered just how he had Empress Shen the follwoing morning and pretended that nothing was wrong.

How Luo Binghe didn't pounce on him and bend him over-

Shen Qingqiu was impressed at his restraint but also disapointed...

oh that was a startling thought- he found he didn't mind Luo Binghe taking Shen Yuan. Unless he was watching or even participating.

When he invited Shen Yuan over, Shen Qingqiu didn't believe in talking it out. He gave Luo Binghe his blessing and instead sat at a table going his his correspondence with Yue Qingyuan. It was always a hassle and something he put off. Once he had a good incentive to respond would he do it in a timely manner so he could enjoy his reward later.

That would be Shen Yuan walking through the door.

And being slammed into the wall by Luo Binghe as he practically devoured his face, Shen Yuan let out a meep like a startled animal before melting into the kiss as he realised he wasn't going to die.

"Y-Your highness?" Shen Yuan spoke confused and saw Luo Binghes dark grin as he descened, Shen Yuan watched in a daze before Luo Binghe began to pull his robes back stroking his dick.

The protagonist was on his knees in front of him "Your highness!?"

Shen Qingqiu huffed "Shen Yuan, I think we are well past formalities you can call him Binghe, or beast." Shen Qingqiu sneered and heard Luo Binghes huff of amusement

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Host Club🍹| Hakkitober #3

Synopsis: The Hakkafe has fallen into hard times 😔

AN: I will admit right here and now that I am NOT knowledgeable in the topic of host clubs. I did a bit of research, but I can’t garuntee that this will be accurately and sincerely apologize in a advance 🙇‍♀️. And while I do know OHSHC, it’s also very small. Additionally, this really isn’t my best work (imo) as I technically left this open ended. Think of it more like a prologue of a dating sim of some sort where you select which route you wanna choose. THIS CAN ALSO BE READ AS PLATONIC AS WELL! Thank you for reading!

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“HAKKITOS!!!” Hakka cried out, causing the flock of birds within the guild meeting room to bring their eyes up to their leader.

“LISTEN UP!!! WE HAVE BAD NEWS!!!”

In a instant, panicked glances, whispers, and shouts filled the room.

“What’s going on?!?”

“BAD NEWS?!? OH NO!!”

“Please sir, spare us!!! DONT SEND US TO THE BLENDER!!!”

“Fuck- aight who left out our realistic props again?”

“WHATEVER HAPPENS, WE’RE WITH YOU!!!”

“HAKKITOS! HAKKITOS!! ORDER IN THE COURT!” Hakka cried out once more, shaking his hands around as the noise began to die down.

As a smug smile appears on his face for his loyal birds, he faked a cough and put on his serious voice.

“Hakkitos…” The man started “we are currently going through a tough time. I was told by the other boys that the Hakkafe is slowly down in its popularity and money. If we don’t fix this by the end of this month, we are in BIG trouble!”

Lots is whispers scattered around the room, discussing about the matter privately with their fellow bird workers. And far out of earshot where Hakka could hear them. One Hakkito leaned to another.

“Shit, we’re not gonna get paid…”

In response, their co-worker squints their eyes as they returned the look as they furrows their eyebrows, and strains their mouth.

“THAT BOI NEVER EVEN PAID US SINCE LAST MONTH WDYM?!?”

“…according to the reviews of the Hakkafe that I gathered,” Hakka waves a couple papers in his corrupted hand, as he paces back in forth. “We apparently aren’t doing enough to keep up the customers’ excitement during events. We need to come up with new ideas! NEW EVENTS!”

“Fortunately, our fellow guild members gave me some great ideas on how to make the customers Hakkafe experience better! In fact, the first Hakkafe event will start soon within this week!”

Many cheers roared throughout the room, smiling birds gracing the room with joy and relief.

“So?! What’s the idea, boss?”

“Why my Hakkitos," Hakka bends down and gives one a head pat. "We are planning our first event to be: A Host Club!”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“Here we are…”

There, in the middle of the glimmering stars and bright moon, stands the Hakkafe. The Hakkafe - usually closed around this time - emitted a soft pink and rosy lights from the windows. Some chatter is heard as well as clashes of plates, furniture and glasses being moved around.

Walking on over, you took a look at your pamphlet once more in your hand.

HAKKAFE EVENT: HOST CLUB HAVE YOU 🫵 YES YOU - RIGHT THERE - WANT TO EXPERIENCE A NIGHT YOU WILL NEVER FORGET?! WITH A SENSE OF PASSION AND FUN?!? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER!! WITH THE HELP OF OUR SPONSORS, THE GUILD TEMPUS AND THE HAKKAFE PRESENT TO YOU A LIMITED TIME OFFER! ENJOY THE NIGHT WITH US AT THE HAKKAFE!! Any monster attacks, or any attacks of any kind are on the staff and customers will not be tolerated. More Terms and Conditions apply.

As you looked up as you were drawing close to the entrance, there was a man standing near the door talking to a little purple bird on a barrel. His hair is long and grey, reaching his mid-back. He wore a grey striped shirt with black pants and vest with gold accents.

The bird noticed you, pointing their wing over at you to the man. The man, pulling up the rear end of his glasses, looks over and sends out a smile.

“Oh, Ricrowdo! Quick, go on tell him that there’s another customer coming and prepare the table!” The man ushered, shooing his hands as Ricrowdo - the purple bird - jumped off a barrel. As you see Ricrowdo fly away and through the door, the man turns to you as reached the entrance.

“Hello!”

“Hi there!”

“You here for the Host Club Event?” The man asked, noticing your pamphlet. You shot a quick glance at it before meeting his purple eyes.

“Yeah! Who wouldn’t miss such an opportunity?” You replied as you brought it up, with the man nodding along with you. “And you are?”

“Vesper Noir, Scholar of Tempus!”

Your eyes widen up in shock.

“You’re Vesper?! I heard you and Magni were off an a expedition- What are you doing here?”

“Oh that,” Vesper mentioned, scratching the back of his neck. “The boys needed a bit of extra help. Me and Dez are going there by the time the event’s done!”

“Besides, some other members of the guild and people we know decided to take over me and Dez’s expedition while we help out here!”

“Ahem!”

The two of you jumped at the sound, revealing a blonde man in purple attire. The blonde in purple has their back leaned on the door - which is opened; showing a bit of the inside of the Hakkafe.

“Speaking of which, hey Dez!”

“Hey,” Magni yawned and stretched his arms a bit. “Dude, it’s so hectic today… I’m so worn out. It’s a good thing that it’s break time for me-”

“Wait wait,” You brought your hands, and looked at Magni, “Look, I’m glad you’re going to go relax after a shift! Especially since you and everyone is working hard! But who’s-”

You felt a little bit of weight on your head. Your eyes went straight up and see the same purple bird from earlier, sitting snuggly on you.

“Me! Your table is #8; 4th table on the right!”

You nodded. You took a few steps in through the doorframe, only to have a hand on your shoulder. You turned your back, to see Magni. Behind him, Vesper.

“Hey, can you promise us something?”

You turn to face them.

“Yeah?” You answered, “What’s up?”

Both guild members looked at each other, then back at you.

“I know we say this to every customer,” Vesper started, staring directly at you in the eyes. “But, this is still an important promise.”

He took a breath.

“Promise us that you will take care of the boys! All of them!”

You paused, taking in mind of this promise.

“Yeah, please do!” Magni added in, “We know that we’re supposed to be entertaining everyone. At the end of the day though, we’re all people with feelings too! Everyone, like you said, worked really hard! Especially considering the circumstances…”

“Sorry for not being there...” Vesper apologized, bowing his head a little. “But the least that we can do is hope that both you, the guests, and boys have a fun time!”

You didn’t say anything. You simply said the words with a small, yet unnoticeable smile on your face: “I promise!”

Vesper and Magni shot a smile back.

“Then enjoy…?”

“[Your Name]!” You introduced yourself. “[Y/N’s] my name!”

“Well then, enjoy yourself [Y/N]! Don’t you or the boys get into anything too crazy!”

“Yeah, not without us!”

You laughed, right before waving the two goodbye as you entered into the Hakkafe. Inside, is hectic - in a good way!

A lot of people were chattering, drinking, dining amongst themselves. Hakkafe servers were either bringing orders or busy making them. There seems to be a bartender coaching a Hakkito on recreating a particular drink. Some were even singing (drunk or not) songs with such joy and passion. You even took some quick glances at some well-dressed people - assuming to be the hosts/boys the two were talking about earlier - interacting happily with the guests.

As you arrived at your table, you sat down and grabbed the menu right in front of you. It has the title, “HOST MENU” on it.

Your eyes wander around, only to widen in surprise on how high the quality looks. Your eyes stopped at one to take in the details before going onto the next.

✨Regis Altare - The Prince Charming✨ “The hero to your heart!”

Simple, sweet, and matches the theme for his host persona! And by the looks of it, Altare dresses the theme too! Reminiscent of a winter prince straight out of a fairytale, Altare wears a white suit, with both light and dark blue accents.

“Wow!” You mused, eyeing the details of Altare’s illustration. “This looks amazing! You all really did put a lot of effort into this!”

Ricrowdo nodded, and fluttered off your head. Landing on the table, he pointed at the menu.

“The host menus’ are also refrigerated! Anyone who is on shift has their magnet on! Pretty genius am I right?”

That is pretty smart… You thought. You then wondered if the employee putting all the magnets on the host menus had fun with that job. Wait… how much money was spent to make these?! Your pamphlet did say that this event is sponsored, so supposedly the sponsors agreed to the refrigerated menus… Still though-

Shaking your head, you took a look at the other magnets. Next magnet has a man wearing black suit with orange and red accents. There also seems to be a key chain on him. He has his hands in his pockets as he flash a cheeky grin at you.

✨Axel Syrios - Childhood Best Friend✨ “Yo, it’s me! Been a while since we hanged out! Why don’t we grab a drink and catch up?”

Huh, that’s more casual than Altare’s tagline. The difference in their host appearance, taglines, and vibes they give off.

“I’m gonna let you know in advance,” Ricrowdo chimes in, breaking up your though process, “This guy is pretty unhinged.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Isn’t everyone in the guild unhinged?” You questioned. Hearing a lot of stories of the guild and their unhinged shenanigans aren’t uncommon. And like among most of the population, you aren’t that fazed by it.

“Heh, touché!”

On the 3rd magnet, there is a man in purple, like Magni. However, he has pink and blue in their suit. All asymmetrical, yet makes the suit work. He points to you, glowing with enthusiasm and determination.

✨Gavis Bettel - The Comedy King✨ “WATCH THIS! This is going to be-”

…

“Are you going to…?”

“Nah! That’s all of it!” Ricrowdo waves off with a wing, “That’s intentional on his part. He told us to read it like that.”

“It is?” You were surprised, though considering that there is little context of the line, you were intrigued by what happened next.

The next boy had sported a red suit with a angry face with a slight blush. His arms were also crossed as he looks slightly at you.

✨Machina x Flayon - Bratty Tsundere✨ “Y-YOU HATE ME!”

“HUH?!”

You, admittedly, were taken aback at what he chose as his tagline. Laughing at your reaction, You shot a glare to Ricrowdo.

“What?! You got to admit that’s a pretty good line! Matches up with his host title!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. As much as you hate to admit it, it fits… in a way. But hey, maybe you can take him! Perhaps the inner wit, pettiness and drive deep down to challenge him for a little fun.

This young man wears purple, just like the previous too. Unlike them, his color schemes include black, gold, and white. He also wears a low ponytail, and faces you flirtatiously with a lavender rose in his mouth.

✨Banzoin Hakka - The Charmer ✨ “The cutest and coolest, at your service!”

“Hey, that’s my creator!” The bird chirped, making happy little hops. The corners of your lips lifted up as you see the little guy danced. Having sparkles in his eyes like a child seeing their parent or their favorite tv character.

It’s quite nice to know that the Hakkafe manager and founder himself joined in on all the fun! Plus, he’s multi-tasking; checking up on all the customers during the host club event while kicking back and having fun! A huge win-win for him!

On the last magnet, another man in a black suit appears. His dual colours are orange and turquoise. The man looks with you with a serene look on his face. He holds a cup in his left hand, with the other on his hip.

✨Josuji Shinri - The Modest✨ | “Hey, it’s beautiful out here tonight; want to grab a drink while we stay up and chat?”

“Shinri and the Koillective really are a sweet bunch! Comfy and cozy vibes guaranteed no matter how afraid you are!” Ricrowdo remarks proudly before smirking, “Though the Kois do look rather puntable-”

“What?”

His eyes averted yours as changes the topic.

“Anyways, that’s all the boys that are on shift right now! Take your time to choose your host!”

After a moment of thinking, you lowered down your menu card and looked at Ricrowdo.

“So?” Ricrowdo asked, eyes sparkling. “Have you decided yet?”

“Yeah,” you leaned back, pointing to a particular boy. “I choose-”

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DUN DUN DUN! Who will you choose as your host, dear reader?

Thank you for reading this fic! Like I said before, I tried researching a bit, and decided to make this open-ended (?) near the ending! I wanted to make you make your own choice! I mean, it is your visit after all!

Also, constructive criticism is allowed (as well with my other works)! And any information regarding host clubs that I miswrote are welcome too! Especially since this is my first work with a 2nd person perspective!

Bonus Question: Which title should Magni & Vesper in the menu? You can include any other members in Holostars too (even the alumni!)

#holotempus #holostars #writober2023 #Hakkitober #Hakkitober 2023 #I originally wanted Hakka to greet you and bring you and give you the menu before Ricrowdo’s but #I decided 1) To have a way to include Vesper and Magni to be here #and 2) Idk what title they would have #I tried lol #you can imagine the suits as anything you like #also if anyone cares: the people taking over the expedition is their Holostars JP senpais #Well except for Roberu - whose currently helping the them by doing the drinks #as well as teaching the Hakkito staff on making them #I can’t describe characters and their outfit description lol #my writing

[percontaion-points]

These Violent Delights chapters 32 & 33

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Chapter 32

Kathleen rolled over, moving from one end of Juliette’s neatly made bed to the other. She was the maids’ worst nightmare. There were plenty of chairs for her to occupy in this house, but whenever Juliette left her room, Kathleen came wandering in to take ownership of her bed. 

I’m confused over what the issue is. The maids would have needed to come in to make Juliette’s bed, regardless of who was in the bed anyway. 

Like she’s not smashing dishes and letting wild animals poop all over the halls. It’s a fucking bed. It shouldn’t take more than five minutes to make it again. 

“This is absurd!” Rosalind shouted suddenly. “We do not have the right to go killing Secretary-Generals as we please! Juliette cannot pull you into this as she pleases!”

I get that it’s absurd, but like… so is an incurable madness caused by a monster sending out insects to burrow into the brain. 

“You don’t get it,” Rosalind hissed, rushing forward. She stopped right in front of Kathleen and clutched at her shoulders. “Juliette will never face the consequences to anything she does. We will. We feel every goddamn part of this city when it breaks—”

I’m sorry, but this is where you’re going to draw the line? HOW MANY FUCKING HORRORS HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR COUSIN COMMIT AND THIS IS WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO DRAW THE GODDAMNED LINE?!

This city was teeming with monsters in every corner. She would be damned before she let her own sister stop her from putting down at least one. Kathleen walked out of the room.

Chapter 32 summary: Kathleen gets a coded message from Juliette asking for her to come and to bring weapons. As she gathers a couple of guns, Rose confronts her sister. 

The entire thing is as I said: it’s fucking dumb that this is where Rose is going to draw the line between acceptable behavior and not. Also, it’s weird that Rose is choosing to take a stand now. 

Chapter 33

“For now”—Juliette released him, extended her hand—“I suppose we have a monster to find.”

Chapter 33 summary: Juliette and Kathleen meet up with Roma, Ben, and Marshal at the newspaper office. Kathleen is set to make a distraction to clear the works out from the first floor, while the others go on up to the second to kill Zhang. 

However, in his office as they confront Zhang, he only comments that Larkspur is a “charlatan” before they kill him. 

As they go downstairs, Kathleen runs over to them to ask why they failed to kill Zhang, which confuses them since they did. Kathleen says that the madness is still going on and that she saw the monster leaving out the window. 

They go outside, where the police start to show up. Roma and Juliette tell the others to get away and to meet back up at some restaurant, but the two of them stay because the police should know better than to mess with those two heirs. Which they do. 

But then Juliette won’t move and she decides that now is a really amazing time to have a crisis of faith. And I get that it’s upsetting to realize you murdered an innocent man, but like… Holy fucking shit. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS. 

Roma comforts her… by shoving his tongue down her throat. Which is also fucking shit timing, mate. 

#These Violent Delights series #These Violent Delights (TVD 1) #Chapter 32 #Chapter 33 #Juliette Cai #Kathleen Cai #do you even know how the world works? #HEADDESKING #i'm done goodbye #not everything is about you #shitty people are shitty #Roma Montagov #bad timing

[wolfgangvomitiger]

About Last Night

Crash!! Kersskkkh! Whrrrrrr!

Ben jolts awake. Raises his head.

Big mistake. Room spins.

Phone rings. Loud in his ear

Ben rolls off the bed. Phone rings again. He looks around and no roommates. Phone still rinngs! He grabs the reciever. Buzzz. Ben looks at the clock 10:28 a.m. Looks at the Time Management Calender which reads:

Monday, Oct. 28 Critique 2D- 8:30 a.m.

Fuck!

Cut to:

Ben stumbles into classroom carrying only his 2D painting and his back pack.

The classroom is empty except for an old man in a creaky old chair. It creaks as he turns to look at Ben.

"Hello there, ah- Bill."

"It's Ben, by the way."

"Apologies, apologies, so many come through here and I donot really recall names but never forget a face. Or a smell."

"That's okay. Where is everybody?"

"Ah, yes", McGovern said, "Class has been cancelled. But for a rumor and a will o' the wisp."

Ben looks puzzled.

"What?"

"Did you not hear? A student was attacked by a monster from a children's story. And several got caught with contraband in the dorms. Where were you last night at about eleven thirty?"

"Yeah well- I had a rough night. I have a- medical condition. My parents call it "night terrors" but lately I think-"

Flashes: The rats. Wolf growling. Alice puts her hand out and blue and white light shoots out.

"You're not the only one," McGovern said.

"You had a rough night, too?"

"Oh. Not me," McGovern said, "I had a nice dinner with my wife, we shared some brandy and went to bed around ten. Slept through the night. Woke up to the news to find a bear had attacked my school and a fire broke out in one of the dorms."

"A bear? A fire? What?! Where?" Ben asked alarmed.

"Please. Have a seat. You looked- overburdoned."

Ben puts down his gear and sits heavily onto one of the stools. He scratches his head, ruffles his hair which is sticky and spiky.

"I need a shower"

Flash forward: Ben, Alice stand under a public fountain soaked to the skin. He kisses her.

"The authorities are saying arson may be the cause of the fire. Is there anything you wish to tell me, son?"

"About?"

Flash back: the Wolf runs down the street. Over head he hears a loud shriek. Looks up to see a blur of red, gold and green fly overhead.

"I didn't finish my piece. Gray Scale Geometric Shapes number 5. I fell asleep while-"

"Oh I don't mean the homework. Although you have plenty of time now to finish. I may just give everyone a passing grade on this one."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, between yourself and yours truly, I dislike this class. Its stifles the creative drive one must have to be an artist. We teach technique, how to apply paint and maintain deadlines. Tell me why did you choose this class?"

"It was required. I want to learn how to paint like Van Gogh or Monet or make concept paintings for movies and I'm not good at anything else. Drawing and art was always my escape from . . . Now it makes me-"

Ben looked down at his feet. Flashes of bus stop bullies, Wort hit him with a plastic whiffle bat, Eddie kicked him in the stomach, made him lick dog shit. He growled, gnashed his teeth and bit Wort on the ankle.

McGovern. Now.

"Believe it or not the great Masters used to be just like you only they had worse problems: plagues, the Spanish Inquisition, endless wars for land and gold."

Ben "We have all that shit its just covered up with entertainment and corporate bullshit. Sorry."

McGovern "You are not wrong. However-"

Michael rushed in at that moment.

Mike "Benji! There you are! I been looking all over for you." He saw McGovern and nodded.

Mike "Sorry, sir I didn't mean to intrude."

McG "Oh, I was about to leave. Have a lunch meeting soon. "

McGovern stood up and looked around at them.

"If you are looking for inspiration and a change of scenery, I recommend The Red Rook on Chestnut and 8th. Or stay and do some work. Here take this. Call if you need any help with a project or one of my rambling stories."

He chuckled and Ben took the business card just offered to him looked at it and lookrd up to see McGovern had exited.

Mike waved Ben over to follow him. They exit together.

They walked down the hall to the elevator and enter.

Ben looked at Mike.

"What's going on?"

"Ben, where were you all night?"

Ben "I was here working all night and then went to bed because my roommates were over at Munchie's."

Michael "Who?"

"The guy with the long hair. Dude is like our 5th roommate, really. We call him that because he always brings snacks for Kevin when he's-"

Mike. "Stoned? Did you smoke that shit last night? How could you sleep through everything?"

Ben. "You do it all the time."

Mike. "Come on, I have to show you something."

On the fourth floor balcony of Brimstone Hall, Ben stood and looked put over the courtyard and the dorms below.

Some windows on the floor below them are charred, smoke still rises from the debris. One of the windows appears to have been smashed open.

The dorms are all empty. Most of the students on the South Wing side went home or were out shopping or transferred to temporary housing.

Ben "What happened?"

Mike stood back from the railing his back against the wall. "They said no one was home in those dorms. All were out at the bars or at parties off campus."

Ben. "Where's Alice and Jodi?"

Michael. "That's why I came to find you. I thought maybe they were with you."

Ben. "Why?"

Mike. "Last thing Alice said to me last night was - she found you here and took you home. On the ground.

Ben. "Me? Why?"

Mike. "I thought you'd know. We parted ways after Song's party. I don't know what happened to them after that."

Ben "why didn't I wake up in her place?"

Mike shakes his head. He looks queasy. Wipes sweat from his brow.

Ben "Are you okay?"

Mike "Yeah... it's just

"Acrophobia. Fear of high places."

They turned to see J.T. perched on the roof over the door to the balcony.

Mike. "How long have you been up there."

"Long enough, Mikey, long enough."

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

How about a major nsfw scene where they are walking around the castle, just talking, but end up in the dungeon, if ya know what I mean ;)

@krispytidalwavesheep This is the fic I was talking about from your ask!

Warning: NSFW

“...And you’ve contacted the florist? Will the flower arrangements be arriving by tomorrow?”

“Yes, my Lady,” you say, pushing your glasses back over your nose as you check over your checklist for the hundredth time that day. You and Lady Dimitrescu had been going over the preparations for the ball tomorrow all morning. She had followed you around as you walked the length of the Castle, making sure everything was perfect for the occasion. The parquet floor has been swept to perfection, the windows polished, the banisters a riot of flowers.

As you are walking, you turn a corner and suddenly find yourself in an unfamiliar corridor. You turn to Lady Dimitrescu, a question forming on your lips. Suddenly, you hear a guttural growl, and find one of the Moroaicǎ bearing down on you with a Claymore. A scream rips from your throat as you cover your eyes, bracing for impact. It doesn’t come; instead, you hear the slash of metal slicing flesh. You open your eyes and find Alcina standing before you with her claws extended. The Moroaicǎ’s head rolls forgotten on the floor.

Alcina immediately runs over to you, cradling your face in between her large hands, running her thumbs along your cheekbones. “Darling, did it touch you? Are you hurt?” Concern is evident in her golden eyes.

“I’m fine, my Lady,” you say, feeling your face go scarlet at Alcina’s ministrations. “Really.”

The truth was the two of you had gotten rather close over the past couple weeks after the manthings’ attack on Castle Dimitrescu. You had even shared a couple nights together. When you saw Alcina’s muscles ripple as she severed the Moroaicǎ’s head from its body, you remembered what it was like having those arms wrapped around you and you felt your core heaten with desire.

Alcina smiles and kisses the back of your hand. “Come along, pet,” she says, taking your hand in hers. “Surely there won’t be any preparations needed for the dungeon?”

She turns to go, but you suddenly find yourself rooted to the spot. She looks at you in confusion.

“My, Lady,” you say slowly. “I know that we’ve been intimate…”

Alcina chuckles. “Whatever made you think of that, dear?”

You blush further but press on. “When you make love to me, my Lady,” you continue. “You’re always so gentle with me. As if I’m a fine piece of china and you fear I might break.”

Alcina puts her hand under your chin and tilts your face up to meet hers. “And do you not like the way I touch you, ingeras?” Her tone is mild, but her aureate eyes are alert and you find yourself unable to break away from her intense gaze.

“No, my Lady,” you whisper softly, holding her hand in place to your cheek. “I rather enjoy it. But there are times when I wish you would be...rougher with me.”

Alcina’s eyes are half lidded with desire. “And is now one of those times, pet?”

You suddenly find it difficult to breathe as you whisper, “Yes.”

She moves in suddenly to kiss you but you quickly sidestep out of her reach. She chuckles low in her throat. “Feeling a bit of a tease tonight, are we?”

You dance your way back to her, taking her hand in yours and leading her to a set of manacles chained to the wall. “Now just what are you planning?” she wonders, an amused smile playing at her carmine lips.

Taking the manacles in your hands, you clasp them over your Lady’s wrists. Then you pull the chain running through them until her back is flush against the wall, her wrists chained above her head. You turn your back to her but feel her eyes upon you as you turn around in the middle of the room.

Without once breaking eye contact with Alcina, you slide your hand up your skirt and slip two fingers into your core. You know your own touch cannot possibly compare to your Lady’s but it is so worth it to see Alcina’s mouth fall open in shock, her golden eyes burning with jealousy that she is not the one touching you, that it is not her fingers buried in your core.

As you increase the pace of your thrusting, you spot the Moroaicǎ’s discarded Claymore and get an idea. You take it and slash open the front of your dress. You rest the tip of the sword over your collarbone and press in slowly until blood begins to pour down your chest, settling between the valley of your breasts.

Alcina is snarling and railing against her bonds. Her teeth are bared, fangs glinting in the torchlight as she struggles to break free. You feel your climax building as she growls in frustration, spittle flying off her lips.

You hear the sound of metal screeching as Alcina finally breaks free of the manacles with a snap. Within seconds, she has crossed the distance between the two of you. With another slash of her claws, she rips the rest of your clothes off, like they were so much tissue paper. Holding you flush to her body, she runs her tongue over your collarbone, greedily lapping up any leftover blood.

Alcina pins you to the wall, slapping your hand away before sliding her fingers into your already dripping cunt. She does not maintain the pace she usually uses. Her movements are faster, more hurried this time. You rock your hips in time to each thrust, but soon find it difficult to keep up.

The two of you have made love plenty of times before this, but this is one of the few times you’re actually getting fucked.

She leans down and intermittently darts her wicked tongue into your core, stroking your inner walls, alternating her thrusting between her fingers and her tongue. Her nails bite into the curve of your hips as she holds you in place. You wrap your legs around her waist, leaning your head against the wall as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Is this what you had in mind, slut?” she hisses, nipping the shell of your ear with the tip of her fangs. “I hope you’re prepared for what comes next.” She gives you a manic grin as she slips another one of her fingers into your core.

You choke out a gasp as the extra digit is added and Alcina gives you a satisfied smirk. “This is what our stretching sessions have been about, dear,” she cooes. “Come now, I know you can take it.”

You’re riding three of her fingers now and she is continuing her thrusting at a relentless pace. The stone wall against your back feels cold and clammy even as you feel yourself breaking out into a sweat due to Alcina’s ministrations.

When you finally orgasm, your voice echoes along the dungeon walls as you scream out Alcina’s name. Sinking along the wall, you find yourself going limp in Alcina’s arms. You feel Alcina’s tongue rasp along your thighs as she laps up your juices. “How very sweet you are, draga mea,” she purrs. She looks up at you and you see her ruby lips are dotted with flecks of white. Holding out her hand imperiously, she proffers her fingers slick with your orgasm. “You should really sample yourself, dear.”

You take her hand in yours and gently wrap your mouth around each digit in turn, rolling your tongue around each finger, suckling at your leftover juices. You feel her golden eyes upon you as you remove your mouth from her last finger, your lips making a firm popping sound.

Alcina can see that you are happy but exhausted. She runs her dry hand through your hair, now snarled and full of tangles. “Looks like I’ve tired you out, my dear,” she says, kissing your forehead. “We should get you cleaned up. How does a bath sound?”

You smile at her and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “That does sound lovely. Thank you.”

Alcina carries you through the castle to the Hall of Ablutions and if anyone is curious as to why the Countess is carrying you naked and bloody, they at least make sure not to ask questions. When you finally arrive at the bathroom, Alcina orders the bathroom attendant to draw you a bath and waves her off after the tub is full.

You step in and sigh as the hot water makes contact with your sweaty and clammy body. You lean your head back against the porcelain and enjoy the warmth of the water seeping into your bones.

“Is there room for one more, draga mea?” Alcina teases. You look up and see that Alcina has already discarded her clothes on the floor. You smile and scoot up a little bit to make room for her. Alcina settles herself behind you and you sit on her lap as she begins tenderly massaging your scalp with soap, getting rid of any leftover blood that may have made its way to your hair.

“Do you know why I am usually so gentle with you?” she whispers.

You turn back to look at her. “You tell me,” you return, smiling mischievously.

But Alcina is serious. She turns your face to her, rubbing a thumb along your jawline. “It is because you are precious to me. When I see that someone so kind and so pure as you would want to be with someone like me. A monster like me-”

“Don’t say that,” you say fiercely, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “Don’t even think it.”

“Even so,” she continues and you are shocked to see her eyes are starting to pool with tears. “The fact that you know what I am, what I am capable of, and yet you still choose to be with me means more than any words I could hope to express. You are precious to me, my dearest darling. You are a treasure. And I love you.”

You can hardly breathe. Technically this is the second time she has told you that she has loved you. But you are ready for it this time. You kiss her hard, weaving your fingers through her dark locks. You pull away and look into her fathomless golden orbs as you say, “And I love you too, Alcina.”

“Well,” she says, chuckling low in her throat. “After all the the times we’ve spent with each other, it's about time you called me by my true name.” You feel another chuckle ripple through her body as she moves to kiss you again.

#re8 village #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #alcina x maiden #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #alcina x female reader #lady dimitrescu fanfic #re8 fanfic #re8 fanfiction

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Let It Go: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a run-in with your ex proves to be... interesting. (Sort of inspired by tonight's episode of MPL and my own run-in with an ex).

wc: 1.4k

tw: NSFW

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song recommendation:

"You somehow managed to forget all about me, huh?" There's a beat before you can manage to mumble,

"I..."

"Why are you here?" Your ex motions to the club around you, and you bite your lip. "You never wanted to go out to the club when we were together."

And he's right. You never wanted to party, to drink, to allow yourself to feel any intoxication around him. Because he would take advantage of it. You fiddle with the strings of your purse, then exhale deeply.

"Listen, Kisaki, I--"

"Listen, Kisaki," he mocks you, laughing. "You always sound so pitiful when you're explaining yourself." The man narrows his blue eyes at you behind his glasses, swiping his hair back from his face. "It's a shame. You were only someone I used to pass the time; I never really liked you anyway." You try to hold back tears, try to look anywhere but at his face, but you feel something within you begin to crumble again.

This was it. This is what Kisaki did to you, then he'd choose to "make it up" how he pleased. Oftentimes, he would just coerce you into having rough sex, then call it forgiven. But you couldn't forgive him. Not when he--

"Is there a problem, y/n?"

The sound of your current boyfriend's voice brings you back to the present moment, and you look over your shoulder at Ran Haitani. He cocks his head at you, smiling sweetly, with a hand placed on your shoulder. When Ran sees the tears forming in your eyes, the corners of his mouth droop, and he turns to Kiskai with a blank look.

"Has my girlfriend offended you?" he wonders, sliding his warm hand from your shoulder and touching your waist. You want to tell him, you want to inform him of the nasty words Kisaki said to you earlier, but the blonde and black-haired man doesn't get a chance.

"She's offending me with her presence," Kiskai spits and Ran nods.

"I see; my apologies." He begins to escort you away, holding you close and clutching his fist by his side. "I'm honoring your wish, y/n."

"No violence, please."

Ran is avoiding a fight, you realize after the sting of him not defending you passes. You had asked him to avoid it earlier that night, and the hot-headed older brother would defend you physically if he had to. But he doesn't have to. Not right now.

"Hey, from one man to another, I wouldn't be her boyfriend. She's really sloppy seconds, and kind of an embarrassment if you know what I mean."

The movement is quick, and if you hadn't been by his side, you would have missed it. A glass drops to the floor, and you see Kisaki on the floor, clutching his face as Ran stands over him, straightening his jacket and giving him a fake grimace.

"Oh, my bad." He squats down to face Kisaki, whispering, "From one man to another, you better not look her way ever again. Or that broken nose will turn into a broken face."

Ran stands, then rejoins your side and tries to usher you away from the sight of Kisaki cradling his broken nose, blue eyes looking over at you in horror.

You blink slowly, deciphering the horror in his eyes as what kind of monster did she exchange me for? and let your lover lead you away with whispered curses against your abuser.

_____________________________________________________________

"I'm not sorry for what I did."

The words are whispered against the skin of your wrist, and Ran appears to be as apologetic as he can be in the moonlight spilling through the open window. The long, gauzy curtains brush against the wood floors of the apartment while you turn your head to look at your semi-remorseful boyfriend, skin prickling with goosebumps.

"It's fine."

"Can I make it up to you, though? I know you wanted to enjoy your night, but--"

"No." Your word silences him, and Ran stares out at the cityscape, inhaling deeply. Memories of the years of abuse endured under Kisaki's thumb come rushing back to you, and your shaky breaths begin anew. Ran pulls you close as you begin to shake, sniffing as mucus clogs your nostrils and makes it hard to breathe.

"Just let it out."

"I just... I should've been--" You choke out a sob, pressing yourself into the old band t-shirt that smells like Ran's expensive cologne. The woodsy smell calms you only marginally, but it smells like home.

"You're no one's 'sloppy seconds'. And you're not embarrassing." Ran pulls you away from his shirt, tilting your chin up with his index finger as he murmurs, "Your ex is going to be alone for a long time. He's the problem, not you."

Ran presses your fingertips to his lips and kisses your right hand then your left, reminding you of the first time he showed up to your door, covered in dirt and blood and craving your touch. He pulls you to him and kisses your lips, holding both of your wrists behind him so all your body can do is lean forward onto his chest.

You pull away to breathe, then continue kissing his soft lips, hoping he would never let you go from this moment in his arms. Your wrists are released, then hands roam up your exposed thighs and under the large t-shirt you'd pulled on after making it home and showering. You smell like Ran - everything smells like him - and you drown in the scent; teakwood and Oudh clouding your nostrils.

"I love every inch of you," Ran vows, pulling your shirt over your body. You help him and lift off of his chest, tossing the article of clothing onto the floor as his hands come to caress your breasts and waist. "I hope you'll never think about his words again after tonight." Ran licks his lips, then proceeds to press you down so he can capture your nipples in his mouth and suck on them, going back and forth between the two.

"Ran," you gasp, cradling his neck with your right hand. "Ran." You repeat his name over and over again, rolling your hips over the seams of his jeans and letting small moans escape your lips as he caters to you, to your body that's been so starved for something other than sadness.

Fingers slide below your underwear and part your lips, rubbing gentle motions onto your slit and making you exhale so deeply that you feel you won't ever have another breath in your lungs.

"That's it," Ran whispers into the darkness. "Just let it all go."

Just let it all go.

You let go as Ran slides his fingers into your cunt and brings you to the edge of pleasure, where it crests and then falls off a cliff. His violet eyes watch you through it all, making sure each of his movements is adequate and pleasing to you before continuing down his quest of making you unravel at his behest.

"I love you," he groans as you sink onto his cock. "I really do."

You kiss him in response, moving your hips up and down as you ride him slowly, with his hands gripping your hips and guiding you up and down his length. You cling to Ran, which is how he likes it, hair draped over to one side while you fuck him lazily and draw him to the edge before stopping. And each time, his eyes find yours, mouth opening to curse as you drag him back and forth between pleasure and frustration.

"Make me cum," Ran finally gasps, eyes hooded. "Do it, my love."

You smack your hips into his quickly, kissing down his neck while he lays beneath you, fingers clenching and letting go of the flesh of your ass cheeks rapidly. "Baby," you grunt, pussy sucking him in as you cum for a second time. Ran shoots up in the bed suddenly, pressing you against him as he spills his seed into your dripping pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his hips jerk four times.

"Oh..." Ran sighs as he comes down from his high, head swimming. You rest on top of him, still pulsing around his length as he recovers. "You're so perfect."

"So are you," you grin, your head in the clouds. "I love you."

Ran takes two fingers and slides them down your lips in acknowledgment, and you press a single kiss to them, remembering the way he'd done the same motion after your first kiss, and how you'd ended up just like this, tangled up in each other after one of his fights.

#ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #ran haitani #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #Spotify

[babylooneytoonz]

bear.

pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

summary: you were mistakenly cursed by your best friend, Yennefer, when the two of you were young. Since then, at the strike of midnight, you turn into a hideous bear and run off into the woods to stay the night. No matter how powerful, Yennefer isn't able to undo your curse. One day, she meets Geralt, and so do you. However, what wasn't in the books was the fact that you found yourself falling for him. ♡

requested by: @dashingcavill

warnings: curses & folklores, Geralt being both a douche and a babe.

*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost or claim my work as yours.

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Yennefer had guests, as you were informed by one of the girls that lived with you, and it didn't come as a surprise, for Yennefer had guests visiting her almost everyday. What fascinated you was that you were always too curious to see who the visitor was, so you would sneak up on them, and spy on them until the night ended in either of the two— Yennefer falling into the man's arms and coiling herself around him like a snake, or Yennefer using her powers on him to make sure he wasn't found again.

You wondered what it was going to be tonight, as you brought your candle closer to your face; letting the faint orange glow illuminate your features and stepped out of your room, your dress flowing behind you like a trail of white poppies until you finally reached the hall, where an orgy was on full display, and you scrunched up your nose in disgust.

You were about to turn away, walk back into the warmth of the chambers that you had so eagerly left, just to see exactly who Yennefer's guests were, when you finally saw them. At first, you just saw a bard, at least he looked like one, ignoring the massive tumour like lump that hung from his throat. You could see that he was gasping for air, but it wasn't him that captured your attention— it was rather the white haired man, tall as an oak tree, hair white like snow, eyes yellow, like a lion's. There was something intimidating about him, something that told you that he wasn't a man to be messed with, yet there was something else; like an aura, an invisible one, that made you keep staring at him.

You kept watching, listening to him introduce himself as Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher and you couldn't help but wonder about the monsters that he had encountered all of his life? Did they include animals... like you?

As if on cue, it suddenly struck you that soon, it would be midnight, and this meant that you were supposed to stay away. You ran through the hallways, your heart beating wildly inside your chest, fluttering out of control. It was a race against time. Your insides had begun boiling, immense pain shooting through your body like a million needles being inserted into your flesh. You grabbed the door handle at the right time, kicking it open and stepping inside, bashing the door shut again.

If anyone was to enter your bedroom, they would find you gone already. Your window thrown ajar, your discarded clothes strewn all over the carpeted floor. They would find thick brown coloured hair like that of a bear's and they would wonder if you were attacked by a bear. But this would be someone who wasn't Yennefer, for this secret of yours was only known to her, for she had been the one to have cursed you once, when you two were just little girls. And from that night onwards, there wasn't a single night when you didn't turn into a massive brown bear, when the it struck midnight.

Geralt wasn't just a regular in Yennefer's life though; a good fuck and a bye bye. He stayed, for longer you had expected him to. Although he never seemed to notice you during the days, you sure noticed him. There were days you didn't see him altogether, and you assumed that he had gone, left for good but then after a few days you would see him again— or hear him— in Yennefer's chambers; their skins slapping together, their moans filling the air, and his grunts.

The first time Geralt of Rivia actually noticed you was a few months into his acquaintance with Yennefer. You were outside by the well, drawing out water, when you heard a whinny of a horse followed by a steady galloping. It was bright and sunny, and the sunlight falling right into your eyes forced you to use your palm to shield your eyes and squint at the unexpected visitor, only to see Geralt's mare, Roach, come to a halt a few meters away from you, and Geralt leaping off it.

Geralt was on his way back to Yennefer, after having fought a bruxa that was tormenting the villagers of a nearby village and all he wanted to do was be in her arms again. It was Yennefer that managed to break through the brooding Witcher's hard outer exterior and see him for the kind, gentle man he was from the inside. She loved him for him and that is what he loved about her. It was surprising for him when he saw a woman by the well that early in the morning outside Yennefer's home. It was still the wee hours of the morning, pale sunlight fell all over like ivory, and there weren't many people around, but she was there. Geralt frowned at this weird, foreign feeling that was suddenly growing in the pit of his something; that feeling being curiousity and the wish to just find out more about her.

As he leapt off Roach, turning to give her one pat against her side, he turned his back towards you and you couldn't help but fix your gaze on him. The fabric of his shirt was slightly ripped and you could see traces of his scars scattered all over. The Witcher turned towards you just then and immediately, you began looking away, not wanting to be caught staring at your friend's lover. A giddy feeling swept over you when you saw from the corner of your eye that he was walking towards you.

"Can I have some water?" He said to you, looking down at you, and your bucket of water and you flushed, immediately bringing the bucket towards him.

"Oh, I am sorry, definitely," you nodded, and the Witcher slowly lowered himself from the waist, as though bowing in front of you, and cupped his palms. You lifted the bucket carefully and began pouring water into the cup of his hands, letting him drink his stomach's fill.

When he stood up again, you could see the corners of his mouth were glistening wet, as he eyed you carefully, examining you through his golden orbs and you couldn't help but feel flustered. It made you begin feeling self conscious and unknowingly, your palm flew to the side of your face, clumsily struggling to push your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"Who are you?" You were pulled off guard, for you hadn't expected this. All this while, you had sheltered at Yennefer's place, you had always kept to yourself, and not many bothered to be interested in knowing about you; at least none of her lovers. Biting on the insides of your cheeks, you seriously hoped that he wouldn't catch on the growing reddish hue that was taking over your face. But you had no idea that the Witcher can listen to your heart right now, that it was racing, beyond control, and if Geralt was to concentrate on it, he would totally think that your heart will leap out of your body and land across his feet.

"Me? I'm..[Y/N].. Yennefer's friend.."

Geralt kept watching you for a few seconds before he nodded in your direction, choosing not to reply before he slowly turned your back towards you and began making his way inside. You just kept standing there, watching him like an idiot, a small wave of a smile displayed against your lips.

It didn't happen with the blink of an eye, but rather, your journey of losing yourself to the Witcher's charms was a journey of months. From that day that you gave the Witcher some water to drink, you ran into him a countless number of times. Some of them were innocent, when you would just run into him at Yennefer's mansion, while leaving your chambers, or recklessly running down the halls. Lucky for you, Geralt never managed to step out of Yennefer's chambers around midnight, so he never found out the secret that you had hidden from the world.

Some of the run ins, were however, not so innocent, especially when you almost ran into him when he was relaxing in the bath, his naked body glistening under the flickering torch, his arms spread out around him, resting against the edge. He regarded you from the corner of his eye, his eyes ablaze but you couldn't decipher what was running through his mind.

"Where's Yen?" He asked, his back facing you, his fingers moving aimlessly over the surface of water.

"She's.. I saw her in her chambers. She was speaking to one of the mages," you mumbled awkwardly, struggling to keep your eyes trained to the ground, but it wasn't very easy. And it was definitely not easy when Geralt suddenly stood up, naked, his body glistening and droplets of water falling down his perfectly shaped butt before he slid out of the bath, and began striding towards where his clothes lay.

You couldn't keep your eyes off his perfectly toned, muscular back and the way his tight butt moved as he walked off. Even when you knew that he knew you were watching him, you couldn't help yourself be captivated by him. Geralt didn't admit it but he was secretly enjoying it, and for the same reason, his movements were incredibly slow, when he reached for his leather slacks and slid it on, slowly, yet teasingly. He still gave you the view.

In that moment, you were thankful for the distraction— of Yennefer walking in. But what you missed to see was the look of malice the way her dark eyes narrowed at you, glancing from you to Geralt's naked form.

"You're done already, love? Couldn't wait for me?" She purred, as she glanced at you in an obvious way, as though silently asking you why were you here. She regarded you top to bottom, licking over her lower lip as she began stripping, right in front of your eyes.

She loosened the buttons around her chest, popping them one by one before she lowered the neck of it, revealing her glistening skin. You looked away, as she slid the dress lower and lower, until it fell gracefully against her ankles and she stepped out of it, naked.

Geralt growled at the sight of her, and you, embarassed beyond your wits, fled as fast as you could, before their moaning filled your ears and you couldnt remove those sounds from your ears.

"Well, fuck," Geralt cursed under his breath, his shoulder slightly hanging now as he tried to reposition himself after the blow he had taken from the striga in the woods.

It was as if the creature was laughing at him, it's teeth bared out towards him; inviting him. Geralt spat under his breath,just when the striga charged at him once again, screeching in a high pitched tone, the heavy body of the cursed monster almost making the earth beneath it shake. Geralt's sword was ready to strike, but the creature played a move. Right when the striga was close enough, it leapt in the air and took a leap, taking the Witcher by surprise.

It's massive claw struck him and he flew back, flying through the air until he was lying flat against the ground.

The cursed monster hissed and snarled, and Geralt could feel it making its way towards him, but the shooting pain in his body had temporarily had him frozen and a little slower.

He didn't understand what happened after that, but whatever did happen, it bought him the time to get back to his senses and regain his lost strength. When he stood up again, he saw that the striga was engaged in a fight with a massive bear. It was just a normal bear for him, claws sharp as it tried to scratch the striga but even the bear seemed to be of no match to the cursed monster. The bear had scratches over its front legs, and it's chest.

What Geralt didn't understand was that the bear looked at Geralt, and blinked, and Geralt couldn't help but feel something incredibly familiar about those eyes, as if he knew the person lurking behind those eyes.

The moment didn't last long though, for the bear was clawed at by the striga, and tossed away. The poor animal whined in pain, but slumped to the ground, blood pouring out of the wounds on its furry body.

Geralt snarled, taking advantage of the distracted striga, who was already making its way towards that injured bear; he leapt to the ground, rolling on his back and got a hold of the sword he had dropped. Blinking, he took a deep breath, and aimed the sword right towards the striga and let it swoosh through the air. The aim was perfect, the blade of the sword struck the striga right at the base of its neck, piercing into the rotting flesh as the cursed monster stumped to the ground, dead.

You whimpered slightly as you struggled to lift your heavy animal form up, but the cuts on you were scorching in pain, causing you to groan and whine with every little movement you made. You stiffened entirely when you saw the dark eyed Witcher stand tall above your head, only to kneel down next to you, and grunt, "Who are you? You are not a bear."

You growled at him, your sharp teeth bared out at him, but he didn't waver. He just kept looking at you; dead into your eyes.

"Geralt,may the lord's have mercy on my poor soul- where exactly are you?"

Jaskier stepped on a tree branch, crushing it unknowingly, the sound of it following his voice. Geralt muttered a low curse under his breath and he stood up, his hands on either of his hip as he glared at the bard, "I told you to wait by Roach, Jaskier." Jaskier parted his lips, ready to reply but his eyes suddenly caught the sight of you and they widened in fear, watching you slowly struggle to stand up.

"Geralt, why is there a bear behind you? Geralt— "

"that's not a bear," Geralt deadpanned, turned away from you.

"Are you blind? Would you look at that? That is a bear— " He suddenly turned towards you and hissed, "— And it's running away now."

Geralt cursed much louder now, his head turning sharply back. He suddenly began running after you, but you, even in an injured form, were fast and were making a distance already.

"Geralt, why are you running after that bear?" Jaskier shouted, but did not follow him.

Geralt simply shook his head, and muttered, under his breath, more to himself, than to the bard, "that is not a fucking bear."

It felt like a million daggers had been ripped through your flesh. It felt like you didn't have the energy to even open your eyes. Finally, after a lot of effort, your humanly form opened your eyes. The first thing your eyes fell on was the hearth that was warming you up.

And then they moved to your bare feet, that had scratches all over it. Someone had applied a green, now dried up herbal paste to it.

Suddenly, it hit you like ice cold water, and you suddenly remembered it all. How you had tried to fight the striga, and how it had almost killed Geralt.

Geralt.

Your eyes travelled to the shirt that you were wearing, the only fabric that was covering your body. And it didn't take you long to register who it belonged to; owing to the fact that it was too big for your much tinier frame as compared to him.

You buried your hands into your face, embarassment and guilt filling you up. He must have seen you transform, from that bear to this form, which is why you had his clothes on.

"You're awake."

Your eyes lifted, slowly meeting his yellow orbs. He had just entered into the cave, and was holding two logs of freshly cut wood. He knelt down in front of the fire he had made to keep you warm and began placing the logs.

You bit the insides of your cheeks and tried to adjust yourself more comfortably, but the wounds on your chest ached, making you wince. Geralt looked up.

"Don't move. I patched you up."

You blinked, squinting your eyes slightly until you were balling the fabric of his shirt, looking at him.

"You saw everything? Didn't you?"

He stood up, and grunted under his breath, before he made his way to you, and knelt down next to you. His fingers grabbed at the fabric of your shirt, which was clinging to your wound, pulling it away, his eyes fixed against yours, "Who did this to you?"

"No one," you shook your head, and tried to look away, but Geralt's voice snapped you back towards him.

"Yennefer?"

"She didn't mean to. It was an accident," You blurted out.

"I knew," he muttered under his breath, and looked like he was in a thinking.

"I want to go home, Geralt. I'm tired." You began to put the weight on your legs as you tried to get up but pain shot through your body and it made you hiss and fall back again.

"You're hurt, [Y/N]," he rasped, and before you could protest, he was already sliding his thick, veiny hand underneath your thigh, and in one sweep, he had you in his arms.

When Geralt stepped out of the cave, you realized that it was already shining bright outside, and almost half a day was already over. You slid your arm delicately around his neck to hold on to him as he casually, and effortlessly carried you down the rocky terrain. The first few minutes were quiet, and you could feel the Witcher's questions but he didn't ask you.

Finally after a few minutes of silence, you heard him, "How can I lift this curse?" He briefly looked down at you, and you swore you saw a look of gentleness in his eyes as you looked at you.

"We tried everything. There's no way. I'm cursed for life."

His eyebrows twitched, and his nostrils almost flared, in anger. He looked away, forcefully, so that he could concentrate on anywhere but you. Finally, after a minute of giving you a squared jaw, he lowered you on a rock, and turned away from you. Fixing his hands on either of his hips, he turned his back to you, and you could see the scars on his naked back, full displayed to you. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his scars, wanting nothing more than to draw your index finger over each one of it, "Well fuck, I don't buy it. Someone can do something," he barked.

"Well feel free to try, because I've tried and it didn't work!" You yelled back at him.

Suddenly, much to your surprise, the Witcher lowered himself to squat in front of you, his palms fixed on your bare knees, as you only had his shirt on. Before you could understand what was happening, the Witcher grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into him, his lips slamming against yours. The kiss was passionate, his lips as though in a battle with your lips, struggling, wrestling for control.

At first, you were shocked, but in minute or so, your body relaxed, the knots slowly loosening, as you began melting into the kiss— until Yennefer's face popped into your mind.

You broke the kiss in the midst, and pushed him away, glaring at him, throwing daggers at him with your eyes, "What the fuck, Geralt?"

He just gave you a serious look, as he lifted himself up again and began trying to lift you but you smacked him hard in the chest and he jumped back. You grabbed him by his arm and pulled him to you, "Why did you kiss me?"

He blinked, giving you a look, before he grabbed your arm, and pulled you closer, so you were chest to chest with him, "I wanted to."

"I'm a monster," you whispered back, but you were so close to him, you could feel your heart race, and so could he.

"You saved me." He said, huskily. Slowly, he reached for a loose strand of hair dangling by your side, pushing him behind your ear. After a short, momentary pause, he whispered, against your ear, "be mine."

You could feel tears pool in your eyes, and you didn't dare blink, afraid he will see them. You shook your head at him, trying to act defiant, but inwardly, you were weakening, "You don't want me. I'm cursed, and I'm gonna be cursed all my life."

"And I'm a Witcher, you think this isn't a curse?"

His words threw you off guard; you werent expecting it. Yes, you were aware how people his kind were treated, but atleast he wasnt cursed.

"They still need you, even if they hate you," you whispered, looking down.

"And I don't need you?" Geralt fixed his index finger over your chin and lifted your face up so you were meeting his yellow orbs that had fire lurking through them, "Don't care if you turn into a bear every fucking single night."

He suddenly bent and picked you up once again, bridal style, but this time you didn't protest. Instead, you had a humongous smile drawn to your face. Your whole body hurt, but you didn't care.

Geralt's words rang through your mind, again and again.

be mine.

"One step at a time, Geralt of Rivia," you said to him, and he just smiled to himself, his lips only crinkling lightly but you knew he was smiling even though his eyes didn't match yours this time.

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Don’t Say Goodbye. || One-Shots ||

I am just in a mood to create broken hearts right now it would appear, this is just a few one-shots on a couple of the boys and my take on how they would act with there s/o dying in their arms due to various reasons based on the character i am writing for. - Mod Diluc

Diluc

The sound of yells grew distant as the vision began to blur from your eyes. The only sensation you could still feel was the tight grasp of your hand in the larger one wrapped round it squeezing it. Diluc was holding you as you laid there on the muddy dirt, resting your bloody and broken body on his legs. Cradling you like a new born while shaking back and forth, trembling in traumatic disbelief over what was taking place before him.

His eyes were swelling with tears threatening to break out and spill down his cheeks, he kept kissing your weak hand gently, each kiss being dragged out longer than the one before, shaky shushes passing his lips in a frail attempt to soothe your weakening body. You'd been adventuring alone again for several weeks away from Mondstat and The Dawn Winery.

You didn't think much of it as you often left for long adventuring trips, bringing back goofy and silly souvenirs for your beloved Diluc, you just didn't realise this time around you'd be ambushed by the Fatui on your long trek back to his winery. Having been unbeknownst to you fatally wounded, you managed to break free and escape, bleeding heavily from your right side, shakily sprinting to the only place you knew could be a safe haven, Dilucs winery.

You'd fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap not barely a few seconds after Diluc spotting you running down the dusty and dirty road. He sprinted to you eyes wide yelling as loud as his vocal chords would physically let him. "Y/N! No!" He skidded and slumped down into the dirt himself, tugging you carefully but quickly into his lap muttering 'No' over and over in rapid breaths. And now you were where you were at, the life slowly but surely leaving you while all you could feel was Dilucs gentle kissing lips and warming embrace.

Does he know how much you love him? Did ever know how much he meant to you? Oh no... the souvenir you'd found for him... you dropped it back when you was ambushed... he would've loved it so much... however likewise with him to you, did you know how much you meant to him? How truly happy he was that he'd finally found someone he could trust and give his life to. Had he ever even said he loves you back? All these questions that were going to be left unanswered to the both of you.

Still trembling he watched as your light dimmed in your eyes, leaning his head down he softly placed a kiss against your unresponsive lips, parting ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours and whimpering in a broken tone. "I love you, Y/N" When he lifted his head back up he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs to see your eyes were now closed and there was no longer movement in your body.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling so beautifully over such a devastating and tragic moment. Closing his eyes he silently prayed the gods take good care of you up there till he can finally be there with you. Lifting up slowly with your now lifeless body bridal style in his arms he began to walk back to his winery, his expression stern and showing no pain. But it was all a facade for inside he was crying and screaming to the heavens and hell for having let this happen to you.

"They will pay Y/N, I promise you. I'll see you again soon; someday."

Childe

The rain was pouring heavily, hitting angrily against the cold hard concrete, the drops splashing up and back down as they landed with such impact. You were wet and cold, but your body had been going numb for minutes now as the blood was leaving your body so quickly. You shakily looked round to see the last attacker being cut down to the floor by your one and only love, Ajax.

The unknown man's body hadn't even hit the floor by the time Ajax had thrown his weapons down and rushed to your side. "Oi oi, come on now, look alive. More will be coming soon." He let out a nervous laugh not wanting to believe what he was seeing in front of him right now. You'd only gone out for a little drink and joke about in the beautiful rainy day, you both enjoyed running around in the rain so much after all. He tapped your cheek gently trying to keep you conscious as he could see your focus leaving you as fast as your blood was.

He pressed his hand against the open wound in your chest; a pitiful attempt to try slow the bleeding. You cursed yourself for not being more alert of your surroundings when that man crept up behind you and ambushed you by surprise. He shook his head vigorously side to side. His mask hiding most of the unbearable pain behind it. He should've known better than to think it was safe to come back to Liyue so soon after having caused such chaos.

Why the fuck did they have to go for you both though, you were innocent from all this it was him they wanted so why, why?! Why you?! He made a soft 'Tsk' sound from his mouth as he choked back the tears while looking at you. You had little vision left, little time too, but with what little strength you had remaining you lifted your hand up gently and pulled his mask off. Wanting to see his face one last time before you're gone from this world.

Exposing his damp cheeks and red eyes to you, you were able to form the smallest smile at him. "Don't... d-don't leave me Y/N, please..." his voice was barely a whisper now as he remained stiff by your side. "I won't..." You coughed back gently, you didn't even try to sound believable with that; you both knew it was a lie and you were on your way out with only seconds to spare.

You were his everything, he knew you was too good for him from the very beginning, yet you was determined to always be by his side. He knew he was a bad guy, a villain, but with you by his side he was able to feel like someone's hero. You meant fucking everything to him so why did someone so pure have to be taken so soon. You coughed gently once more before choosing your last words carefully, knowing they were to be your last.

"Childe- Ajax, you're not a bad guy. I have and will always love you..." Your voice faded into a whisper and then... nothing. Your eyes closed and your hand that had been against his cheek was now limp, the only reason it was still in its prior place was because Childe himself had been applying slight pressure to keep it there. You were gone now, at rest and probably somewhere much better and further away from this hell.

He looked at your resting face just wishing you'd open your eyes again and say it was all just a big terrible joke. But that wasn't the case, however his broken and torn expression immediately dissolved when he heard the rapid steps growing louder. "There he is! Apprehend him now!" One of the guards shouted to the several others. He quietly apologised to your resting form, letting your hand leave his face and finally rest with the rest of your body, he was also sorry as he wasn't gonna be able to give you the burial you deserved, he wasn't gonna be able to use that ring he'd bought you to propose with, and unknowing to him, you wasn't gonna be able to tell him the good news that he would've been a dad.

He lifted up slowly, hair now soaked and water droplets falling from all over his body. The blood leaving your body had began to swirl and dance with the water pooling against the concrete as the heavy rain showed no signs of slowing down. His mask back in his hand before it found its way back on his face, turning and stepping over to his slung down blades and kicking them up into the air grabbing them. Parting his knees swiftly and getting into his battle ready stance. The mask made him look like the bad guy every one claimed him to be, but underneath was the most broken and tormented boy that they'll never know.

"I'll always love you too Y/N, I am sorry but you're wrong, I've always been a bad guy, I just... I tried to be a better one for you."

Xiao

The sky was ablaze, organe and yellow flickering all over, ember floating up and down softly. It was so hot; unbearably so as you were laying on the wooden floor of the top balcony at the Wangshu Inn, blood spilling out of you and soaking the wood all around you. The fire was growing dangerously closer, but did it matter now? You would be dead in a couple more minutes away.

Had everyone escaped the Inn at least? Was everyone safe? You hoped they were. But it was then you felt an instant gust of cold wind wail past you like a roaring monster and die down the flames that had been encircling you and drawing ever so closer. Your vision was nearly gone and it was hard to make out anything except the smoke and fire, but those blue oni mask eyes were unmistakable, Xiao was above you right now.

His hand was hovering over your cheek, still scared that even now he may cause you more pain than comfort in your fleeting moments. "Y/N wake up. Don't be defeated so easily, this is truly pathetic, even for your standards." Harsh words as always, you knew he was sad and just lashing out, his words were cracking and his voice was wavering in its tone. Was that a sniffle? It was hard to make out among the crackling fire destroying the walls and wood around you and his mask muttering and muffling his already quiet words.

Why did they go for you? They wanted him to become nothing anymore, to just slip away and leave the entire history of Liyue to them. Leave the nation built under Rex Lapis to the incapable feeble hands of mortals. He couldn't ever allow that, he refused to back down so easily. But this? Surprise attacking the Inn and burning it down while taking the only mortal who held something to him away? How sick and lowly of them.

You went to speak but all you could muster was a cough as blood spat out your mouth across your bottom lip, your time was fading fast. He swallowed down and removed his mask, a shake in his hand as he did so, resting his proper gaze on your form one last time, allowing you to see him in his first ever vulnerable state, tears slowly falling from his face, letting his hand slide across your cheek gently, swiping the blood off your soft delicate lip. Why did it hurt him so bad? Why was this reaching so deep within him?

All those times he'd sighed and disappeared to get away from you, all those eye-rolls to your silly jokes and huffs to your tedious and pointless tasks. Why did he feel an ache in his throat when he thought about how he won't ever get to experience those annoying moments again? What was this? It couldn't be. Had he truly fallen in love with a mortal? Impossible, but what else could explain this gut wrenching feeling he had swirling inside him.

Everything was crumbling apart around him but his focus remained on you as you looked at him with those eyes, those same eyes that often stared at him with hope and admiration, now they stared with soft kindness and fleeting wishes. If this was love then he wasn't ready to have it taken from him so soon, but what could he do except watch as you left this world. He gritted his teeth together and his hand clenched tightly round his blood stained spear. This was truly unforgivable. If only he had killed those monsters sooner, got to you quicker... maybe then he could've saved you.

"I..." he began to stutter gentle words out while stroking his thumb delicately across your cheek, why hadn't he just swallowed his pride and touched you sooner? Why hadn't he just admitted this to himself quicker and embraced you. You had always been there for him despite his many harsh rejections, you were nothing but kind and truthful, loyal and honest to him and now? He resented himself for not having taken the chance to love that he had had in his grip for so long. Your vision was gone now and your ears were following quickly behind. "I... Y/N..."

Just spit it out already, before the time runs out for you- "Y/N I love you..." he looked at your face searching for a response but you were gone now. The gods had given you all the time they could spare and unfortunately it wasn't long enough to Xiao. It wasn't fair. He couldn't even let you know how he truly felt before you were ripped from him. Tears rolled down his face faster now, but the sorrow and pain he felt quickly welded into anger and inner rage boiling at the highest temperature.

He frowned deeply, lifting up from your body, hiding his broken expression behind his oni mask once again, shakily breathing in with a deep sigh, the shake in his hands slowly dissolving as his mind set itself onto a new mission, he turned and walked to the banister of the balcony and swiftly lifted up onto the top, looking over the landscape around him as the only place he'd truly ever known as home was burning to ash around him. He turned round taking one last longing look at your lifeless form and then leapt high into the air soaring through the skies, straight for Liyue.

You never wanted this, he knew that, you'd never want him to cause a war over your death, but you wasn't here to talk reason into him anymore. He was never gonna see your annoyingly beautiful face again, and this was all Liyues fault. They had to pay, and if that meant causing a war between humans and Adepti... then so be it.

"Forgive me Y/N, but without you here now, I see no reason to keep caring for these monsters. I'll hope you'll understand when I see you again one day."

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[lazysublimeengineer]

of glamorous appearances and intrigues

Summary: One shot sequel to Umbrella Man.

Everyone is here for the infamous Takemichi Hanagaki.

And enticing him to join in their own gang has proven to be difficult than they initially thought.

Characters: Senju K., Takemichi H. & I. Wakasa

Draken watched warily the surroundings around them. His face and stomach still hurt like fucking hell after he was punched like a sack of potatoes by that bastard Terano. Nevertheless, that was the least of his worries and his major concern now was the nervous, scrawny blond beside him as every gang leader present here wanted to swoop Takemichi right away into their gang once they managed to convince him to join their team.

Fuck, their crybaby hero was always a magnet for trouble and dangerous people.

He can’t even imagine the clusterfuck that they’ll have to face if Mikey and his gang arrives here all of a sudden.

The tension has gotten too thick now that one could sliced it with a bread knife once the gang leader of Brahman and the top 2 of the three deities, Kawaragi Senju, has arrived here with a dramatic entrance of landing a solid kick to the face of Terano after distracting him of his flying umbrella.

Served him right. That fucking bastard.

Draken glanced at Takemichi with a neutral expression on his face. The poor boy was getting more nervous and bewildered by the events unfolding in front of him. He needed to remind him to keep his shit together and refrain from making any sudden, impulsive decisions that he may predictably regret in the end. However, before he could even speak to him, a loud smacking sound into the ground had caught his attention and his eyes landed on Shion being plummeted by a severe punch of another newcomer that made Draken instantly cautious and alert.

“You’re a disgrace to Black Dragon! So, cut that shit already!” The man yelled ferociously to Shion who was sporting a chin strap style beard.

Draken could see that Takemichi flinched from the corner of his eyes.

“That’s Benkei-kun, from the First Gen.” Inui’s stated calmly and he stored it from the back of his mind.

Well, they’re in deep shit. And it doesn’t really help that the added unwanted guests who kept coming into this fray made his hackles rose.

Draken guessed that he had no choice but to fight their way out of this one. A wide grin crossed his features and readied his body into a fighting stance.

“Its been a while since this engine has gotten heated up! Let’s get this party started!”

Takemichi blinked a few times as he stared at Senju who already stood up to his full height while holding his umbrella calmly and stared at Terano with a blank expression on his face.

“Hold on. This little guy…Is Brahman’s boss?” Takemichi mumbled to himself, a slight look of disbelief and confusion marring his youthful features.

Takemichi knew that he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover and underestimate the people around him. He already learned it the hard way from his past experiences. Nevertheless, it still took him by surprise sometimes on how could a small and young-looking person could pack a certain punch to his knuckles and deliver a roundhouse kick that would send them into a fitful sleep.

It made Takemichi wary yet intrigued by this innocent looking gang leader of the Brahman. He surmised that his deep-seated eyes and ingenuous features had somewhat landed him in being underestimated by the other gangsters who doesn’t know what he’s capable of.

Just like with Shion who was now questioning his presence and capabilities.

But before he could even mull about it for any longer, his attention was fully caught when someone just socked Shion directly into his face that made him fall down like a ragdoll into the ground. The newcomer made him flinched and grimaced in an instant as he looked at them with wide eyes.

“Senju! Brahman is not here today to brawl! Our objective is Hanagaki Takemichi!” The man berated Senju harshly.

“You’re so loud Benkei.” Senju replied dispassionately, unaffected by the man’s infuriating voice directed at him.

“Oh yeah! I’ve completely forgotten it too! They’re here to scout me…But why?” Takemichi tried to rattle every possibility inside his brain for a reason why most of them wanted to recruit him to their own gang suddenly.

“If Takemichi wishes to return to the world of delinquency…He belongs to us, Rokuhara Tandai!” Kakucho announced firmly after he landed a solid punch to Benkei and sent him flying into the corner.

“Kaku-chan!” Takemichi exclaimed in disbelief as his thoughts were cut off by his sudden action and bold announcement.

“Right Takemichi?” Kakucho looked at him square in the eye.

“Uh! Um…” Takemichi replied intelligently. His face was bewildered yet conflicted at the same time.

Does he really need to choose here? Right now? But how could he know if he made the right decision of accepting an offer from one of these gangs? Won’t he regret it in the end?

Takemichi could feel his mind was about to explode from the onslaught of rapid thoughts and information. Quick decision making was never his strong suit and he can probably make a goddamn mistake again from the pressure of this tense situation.

Senju was quiet and was still sporting an unflappable expression on his face despite the bold attack and claims of Kakucho. But his eyes narrowed imperceptibly and his grip tightened on his umbrella. A slight dislike wormed its way to his very being as he watched Kakucho tried to convinced Takemichi to join them by putting him on the spot. He could sensed the waves of conflicting emotions radiating off Takemichi as he tried and failed to give a proper response.

At times like this, they also had to draw out their trump card to neutralize the situation and gain Takemichi’s hand and favor. He wouldn’t let the other gangs swept Takemichi off of his feet and win him over. He’d have to play every trick on this game to outsmart them and win this blond who possessed those electrifying blue eyes which could be their weapon against them. Senju gave a subtle glance to Akashi to which the latter understood and signaled for their top executive to enter the scene.

“This gets the blood pumping, doesn’t it, Waka?” Akashi stated with a lazy grin on his face.

“No, it doesn’t.” A young man suddenly appeared behind Kakucho which made him surprised and fell backwards.

“When did you—?”

“If I cared enough, this guy wouldn’t be standing alive.” Wakasa cut him off with a bored look etched into his face.

‘These monsters come out one after another!’ Takemichi thought incredulously.

“Hey! Don’t just appear glamorously out of nowhere Waka!” Benkei yelled furiously.

“I’m just following Senju’s orders.” Wakasa replied nonchalantly.

A series of murmurs and mutterings then erupted from the other gangsters who were also bystanders from the corners.

Nevertheless, Wakasa tuned them out as his disinterested gaze landed on the infamous Hanagaki Takemichi.

So, this was the one huh?

The notorious morale weapon of the Touman gang in the past.

There was nothing exceptional to this man and he possessed a face that he could probably forget after 2 days of meeting him. Nevertheless, despite his scrawny appearance and the fearful stance in front of them, Takemichi’s eyes caught him the most. It was the shade of a perfect blue that reminds of peaceful skies in the Spring. It’s also expressive and open that he could read every emotion and obvious thought from them. He gleaned that Takemichi was an honest and sincere type of guy.

A refreshing breathe of fresh air into their world that’s full of ragtag delinquents and decrepit liars.

Wakasa casually made his way towards the scrawny blond and crossed his personal space, staring at him intently in the eye.

“Hanagaki Takemichi. We’re here to scout you. Join us, will you?” Wakasa stated in a detached voice as he continued to study the multitude of expressions that flit across his face from his statement alone.

Takemichi stepped backwards, taken aback by Wakasa’s sudden proximity around him and his intense stare. He swallowed thickly as he looked back at him hesitantly. The top executive was sporting a bland yet expectant look on his face as if waiting for his confirmation to join them instead. His long, ponytailed locks that have some streaks of highlights reminded him of Kazutora’s style and his dead yet intense stare reminded him of Sanzu.

A shiver ran down his spine.

He just oozes danger and trouble yet Takemichi can’t tear his eyes away from him as if he was briefly captivated by those intense eyes that was boring right into his soul.

An imperceptible sigh broke him out of his strange trance and he turned his attention to Senju who was looking at them with an indifferent expression on his face.

Senju pursed his lips as his line of sight caught Wakasa invading the personal space of the blond, a flare of annoyance started to creeped into his veins before he inwardly sighs and clamped it down.

Now was not the right time to pay attention to these odd yet irritating sensations that were engulfing his brain.

“Don’t scare him like that Waka. Our main goal is to scout Takemichi.” Senju stated bluntly.

Wakasa stepped away from him. But his gaze lingered on Takemichi for a few seconds before he trained his attention to Senju. “Right. I understand. Sorry if I’m coming out too strong for you Takemichi.”

Takemichi chuckled nervously before he stepped beside Inui, trying to calm down his stuttering heart.

What the hell was happening to him?

“Hanagaki. Those are the living legends. Waka and Benkei. They’re the best duo from the 1st Gen Black Dragon! And then, 1stGen Vice President, “The God of War” Akashi Takeomi. This is…The founding members of 1st Gen Black Dragon.” Inui informed him calmly.

Takemichi absorbed Inui’s words, digesting them inside his head. So, this was the generation led by Mikey’s brother, Shinichiro Sano. And now, these living legends were being led by the mysterious deity in front of them and was coined the “Unmatched Kawaragi Senju.”

With Senju leading these men in the front, it already gave him an idea of how immensely powerful this enigmatic man in front of him. And it made his curiosity peaked around—

“What the hell are you guys hyping each other for?”

Draken’s loud voice cut off his wandering thoughts and looked at him with a befuddled expression on his face.

“Should we continue where we left off?”

Before Takemichi can get a word in, Draken was was already challenging Terano again to a fist fight and cracking his knuckles, a vicious grin was present on his face.

“W-what is going on now?” Takemichi stammered as he could feel his soul leave out of his body.

Were they seriously going to fight now?!

Meanwhile, Wakasa and Senju watched Takemichi from afar, his anxious flailing made them amuse and fascinated.

They both know that getting this blond into their gang would make things more interesting and they’ll make sure to win him over to their team by any means necessary.

(A/N: I don’t own any of these characters from the franchise. Only this insane fic of mine. Apologies in advance if some of them are OOC especially the new ones as I tried to make them in character. Wakasa only appeared in the few panels of the manga but I tried to connect his characterization basing from his few dialogues and behavior to this fic of mine. This was inspired by the events of chapter 213 of the manga. Chapter 213 was funny and wild. The boys are fighting over Takemichi and wants a piece of him. And ofc. The glamorous appearance of the cool yet distant Wakasa has haunted my shipping ass and couldn’t resist adding him to Takemichi’s harem. So, what’s the appropriate ship name for this newborn ship? Wakamichi or Wakatake? Or you have something cooler ship name in mind? Let me know your thoughts in the comment section.)

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Domesticated Drabble

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N

Genre: Marriage AU; Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: So. Much. Fluff. (small smut scene at the beginning); language

Request: 

A/N: Finally finished this one! Please enjoy another taste of my favorite AU!

5 Years Later

“We’ve got five minutes,” I whispered against the pulse point on Chan’s neck, the throbbing vein pumping hard as he panted for breath from above me, eyes shut tight together as he moaned.

“I’ll blow at any second,” Chan cursed, laying sloppy kisses wherever he could reach while fucking me hard and fast.

“Your cock feels amazing,” I practically purred, digging sharp nails into the milky white skin of his back, legs closing in around his waist to keep him close. 

“Oh, sweetie, you’re laying it on thick this morning, aren’t you?”

I clenched a vice-grip around the length pumping inside me in response, sending Chan’s hips stuttering against my own. “I’ve got kids in the next room who can wake-up at any second. Excuse me for trying to inflate your ego.”

“That’s not the only thing inflating,” Chan gasped, curling his fingers through mine.

“You’re gross,” I huffed, closing my eyes and throwing back my neck as best as I could in this position: laid out under my husband, orgasm approaching at a meteoric-level speed, and sweat coating my skin in a delightful sheen as the muscles around my abdomen worked overtime to milk Chan for everything that he had before the moment was ruined by my kids. 

I half-expected them to burst into the room unannounced at any second, oblivious to their parents fucking in much of the same way that created them in the first place. Locked together with limbs intertwining, sucking in each other’s air, and kisses rough and demanding. 

Fuck it had been far too long since Chan and I had last done anything even remotely this intimate, and it was still necessary for us to go at it as fast as possible to prevent unwanted eyes from accidentally catching us at the height of our passion. 

I couldn’t help but glance at the clock, realizing that we had been fucking for almost ten minutes, and the alarm had been set for 7:00 AM so that I could somehow wrestle my kids together for their first day of school. 

Damn, this is gonna turn out to be a very long day.

“Are you close?” I asked Chan, connecting our lips for a sweet kiss since I personally knew that they were a weakness of his.

“Yeah,” he said, features collapsing into a look of pure concentration as a guttural moan found its way crawling up his throat to release itself at the same moment when I could feel his release emptying into the condom separating us from complete skin-to-skin by a thin layer of latex.

But I insisted on wearing them now.

“You’ll cum too, sweetie,” Chan whispered, laving his tongue across the pad of his thumb before reaching down to connect with my clitoris, drawing rough circles in random patterns to snap the physical breaking point: holding my tongue to prevent myself from screaming as I rode the waves of pleasure until nothing was left but a delicate haze and the sensation of Chan’s cock still stuffed inside my spent pussy.

As it turns out, aftercare with Chan was the equivalent of my husband spewing my praises while insisting on letting his cock soften completely before pulling out: cock warming at its finest.

“Do you plan to pull out?” I asked him, smirking when he whined and buried his face into the side of my neck.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been like this,” Chan remarked.

“The kids need to get up soon,” I said, although there was a sleepy pull weighing down my eyelids. A good fuck tended to wear me out. “They’ve got their first day.”

“Yeah,” Chan agreed, but he made no effort to separate us. In fact, I could imagine us both easily falling back to sleep.

“You’re coming right?” I asked around a yawn. “To their Kindergarten orientation or whatever the hell they call it.”

“Of course,” Chan said, and he finally lifted his head from my shoulder, gaze soft as he took his time to explore my features. “I can’t miss that.”

“What? Watching the teachers drag them away for the first day of the education system they’ll be stuck in for the next thirteen years?”

“You have a way with words, sweetie.”

I grinned. “Maybe I’m just using words to deny the weirdness of my kids starting school and making me feel like I’m 100 years old.”

“It feels like they were just born,” Chan agreed, and he slowly rose himself into a sitting position, climbing out of bed to give me the best view of his naked ass.

“Your ass looks great by the way.”

“Thanks,” Chan snorted, reaching for a pair of black slacks from the floor. “I’m taking a shower.”

“Fine,” I groaned. “I guess I’ll go awaken the sleeping monsters.”

“Let the chaos begin,” Chan announced, closing the bathroom door behind him as I reached down deep into the reserves to muster enough energy to finally get out of bed.

At the risk of sounding too long-winded, the best way I could describe my twins was with a touch of irony. Because, despite looking identical to one another, my girls couldn’t be more opposite in terms of personality. 

Leah, the eldest by one minute, was boisterous, loud, and unapologetic when it came to being herself. She was the epitome of a social butterfly, jumping from one person to the next and asking questions that occasionally raised a few eyebrows because of their brazenness.

Her sister, Rose, was nothing like that. In fact, Rose hardly spoke at all, choosing to listen instead, and offer her voice only when she truly felt the need to include it. Of course, side-by-side, they were another thing altogether, far too energetic for me to handle.

This morning was no exception, chasing Leah around the house because she refused to change out of her pajamas, questioning me relentlessly on why it mattered that she had to change.

“I should wear what I want!” she insisted, and I had nearly lost my patience with her until Chan entered the room, and he was one of the only people who could talk through to Leah.

Him and Felix, of course.

Before Felix moved out, he and Leah were practically inseparable, and I could see her uncle’s influence in a lot of different ways.

“You want to look your best to make new friends, right?” Chan asked her, and after a laughable look of concentration, Leah nodded and allowed me to change her into a much more suitable dress.

“There,” I grumbled, turning my attention to Rose who was more willing to be dressed.

“Let’s go have breakfast, yeah?” Chan whispered to Leah, and she smiled and giggled at her father as he took her hand and led her into the kitchen. 

I scoffed at how easy he was able to manage her, glancing at Rose who was even more quiet than usual. “Aren’t you excited for your first day?”

She shrugged, looking down at her hands. “I don’t want to leave you.”

I could feel my heart breaking at her sweet words, cupping her face between my hands as I tried to reassure her that she would still see me in the afternoons and evenings. “It’s just a little break,” I said, but I knew that Rose was harder to convince.

In the meantime, Chan and I worked together to have both twins fed and ready to leave the house, packing them lunches for school before ushering everyone out the door because we were teetering on the edge of being too late. 

At least Chan had the wherewithal to warm-up the car, and it gave us more time to fasten everyone into their car-seats before pulling out onto the main road, speeding into the downtown district with the clock ticking away. “Well, at least the other parents will think we’re irresponsible.”

“I’ve got this,” Chan said, and I shivered as he toed the gas and grazed just going over too fast. 

“At the risk of getting a ticket-”

“Relax, sweetie,” Chan interrupted, reaching over to take my hand. “I’ll handle everything.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured, glancing up into the rearview mirror to see Leah and Rose engaged in their learning tablets. Even if they were a few minutes late, my kids would still be the smartest. I had made sure of that, spending countless hours with them reading as many books as I could buy, digging out paper and pencils to practice their names and alphabet letters, and reading tons of online articles about the best methods to ensure your child’s early learning set them up for the most success.

Right? So what if we were a little late.

“Mommy? Why can’t you both stay with us at school?” Rose suddenly inquired from the backseat.

I sighed, turning around to face her. “Mommy and Daddy both have to go to work, okay? We’ve already had our turn at school.”

“Our turn?” Chan chuckled, and I pivoted in my seat to glare at him.

“That’s the kind of language we should be using with them!”

“Did you read that from an online expert?”

“As a matter of fact, I did!” I huffed, and I caught his smile, letting me know that he was just messing around.

“I just want them to do well,” I whispered, and his expression instantly softened at the sound of my tone.

“You’ve done so well, sweetie,” Chan reassured me, squeezing my hand even tighter as he turned into the school’s parking lot, finding an empty spot near the back.

Immediately, I was at the back door, reaching inside to help Rose out of her seat, spinning her around to help her with her brand new bookbag. “There,” I said, once her attention was on me again. “You’re ready.”

“I don’t know...” Rose trailed off, and her eyes held all the uncertainty of a five-year-old who was used to staying at home with her parents and uncle. Not the unfamiliar presences of her peers. 

“Hey,” I said, kneeling down to meet her gaze straight-on. “I know it seems scary, but I promise that you’ll really love it. I was the same way too on my first day, but my mom gave me the same advice, and guess what? She was right. I ended up loving school, and if there’s a little piece of me in you, then I know that you’ll have so much fun that you’ll forget all about your mommy and daddy.”

Rose’s eyes grew bigger, shaking her head in a manner that was quite endearing. “I won’t ever forget you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I said, pulling her close for a hug as Chan and Leah emerged from the other side.

“Everything okay?” Chan asked, looking between me and his daughter.

“Just fine,” I said, ruffling Rose’s hair before standing tall again. “Let’s go inside.”

The classroom was already full of students, and I was glad to see some parents lingering, which meant we weren’t as late as I had thought.

“Told ya,” Chan snickered, and I gave him a playful glare before turning my attention to the approaching teacher: an older gentleman with a head of pepper and salt colored hair and kind eyes.

“Hello,” he said, addressing me first. “I’m Mr. Park.”

“Hi,” I said, accepting his handshake. “These are my daughters: Leah and Rose Bang.”

“Ah!” Mr. Park remarked, glancing down. “I’m excited for our twin students! Please, have a seat wherever you’d like.”

“Go on,” I encouraged them when I caught their matching looks of insecurity. “You have each other,” I added, reaching down to wrap their fingers together, giving them one last smile before Leah bravely led her sister further into the room, selecting an empty table near the back.

“Well, it’s so nice to meet you,” Mr. Park said, and I noticed that he had grown a little too close, gaze lingering for far too long. 

“Yes,” I agreed, “And this is my-”

“I’m Chan,” my husband interrupted, inserting himself between me and Mr. Park with a brusque movement. “The father.”

I rolled my eyes at his tone, watching as Mr. Park hesitated before nodding and shaking Chan’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you.”

I smirked, waiting until Mr. Park had moved on before leaning in to Chan. “What was that, dear?”

Chan scoffed, searching the room for a moment. “He was flirting with you, sweetie. What did you expect me to do?”

“Well, it could be from our morning romp, but it kinda turned me on.”

Chan raised a suggestive brow at my comment, but I gave him a cheeky smile in response before walking in the direction of Leah and Rose’s table. “Look at you two,” I remarked. “I think you made a good choice.”

“I like seeing outside,” Leah said, and I nodded and tucked away a wayward strand of hair. 

“You’ll both stay together, right?”

I received synchronous nods in response, and there was a lot of relief on my end knowing that my girls would be just fine. 

“We’ll be here to pick you up at 2:00,” Chan said, pointing to the analog clock above the door. “Okay?”

Two more nods. “Remember to have fun. You’re gonna learn so much, and maybe you’ll even be smarter than daddy.”

I managed to elicit two laughs in response to that, and Chan chuckled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Be good, alright?”

“Yes, daddy,” Leah replied diligently while Rose nodded her head, attention drifting to a book sitting at the edge of the table.

I smiled knowing that she was showing interest, and then I realized that there was a deeper part of me that was having just as much trouble leaving the girls as they were having with leaving me and Chan. But the other parents were starting to leave the room, and with one more exchange of our goodbyes, Chan and I were walking away from our girls, keeping our own hands locked together as the door closed behind us.

“Woah,” I sighed once we were outside in the hallway. “That was harder than I expected.”

“It’s a big step,” Chan said, and he wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer. “But they’ll be okay because they’re ours.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “Is that so?”

“Of course,” Chan said, giving me a perfectly serious look before a smile overtook his features, and any previous doubts were vanquished by the sincerity in that smile, and I knew that as long as I had Chan, then nothing would ever be too difficult to overcome. 

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[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt11

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Mention of blood, Past events, Unwanted hate towards a family member, and Attempted murder.

Note: I am really bad at warning.

Previously

The sound of coins being step on quietly filled the cavern, as someone pick up the old book on the ground and return back to sleep.

“So, you don’t want to control my body?” Mammon asks the beast reflected in the lake.

No....I have seen how your brothers treated you, and frankly I think you should fight back!

Mammon pouts at him, not likely the way his saying this.

“Hey! They might be a pain in the ass, but that all family are. Sure, we are at each other’s throats, but we have each others back when we need the most.” The beast huffs at that.

Name one time, you all agree to do something!

“The reaper’s cave”

Hm?

“We might not say it out loud, but we truly wanted to help Beel in anyway possible. Hell, it was a miracle that y/n was there. If was for them giving some of their candle to Beel, we would have made it a regular thing to go back to that cave for Beel.” He starts playing around with his ring, to distract himself from missing his brothers.

It seems that the human choice you out of your brothers why is that?

“y/n is not just a human! And why would you care if y/n choose me?”

I don’t know Mammon, why least you been repeating it in your head over and over causing me to wake up!

Suddenly Mammon felt a lump in his throat, he wants to respond but hesitant for a moment, then he spat it out.

“I haven’t done any of that”

Really? Let me refresh your memories

The last part the beast voice changes into his voice as he starts talking into it.

“I failed as protector and a guardian!” “They deserve better than me!” “Why they have to choose me to love” “Why settle with a weak and pathetic demon like me” “I SHOULDN’T BE SECOND OF THE AVATARS!?!”

Half way of the beast speech Mammon covered his ears, shut his eyes, and grinned his teeth with a snarl coming out of him. But he just keeps repeating his thoughts over his mind. Until Mammon scream.

“OKAY I GET IT!” he drops down it all fours as pant like he was exhausted. “I-I can’t be the demon they all want me to be”

Because you keep letting them to fill your mind with those thoughts, but what you should be doing is SHOW THEM!

Mammon looks back to the lake and asks “What do you mean?”

Kill The demon who attack our mate

“I can’t do that; the bastard knows and what I can do. Even if want to kill him, he’ll just move one location to the other”

Not unless you change into me…...

“I can’t…...” Mammon clenches his hands, digging his talons into his palms drawing blood as his body to tremble in the thought of changing back to that form the memories flood back in his mind, all the fights, the wounds which heals but the mental scars remain, and watching Levi and Asmo change right Infront of him. Their scream of agony rings in his ear as tears and blood drip down in to the ground as he starts to sob.

Are you scare after killing Basto, you’ll go and killing your brother while they’re in those forms?

Mammon quickly nods while his looking down at his bleeding hands.

You don’t have to worry about that

The beast spoke with a softer tone causing Mammon to look back at the lake.

“Wh?”

Look you and I are the same being, when I tell you that all you have to do is stay away from them for a week or two, to have better control over yourself and your instinct you might be the first one out of the seven of you to able to turn into your demonic form without the resist of killing your brothers.

Mammon is done founded about the beast just said.

“How are you sure that I can do that?”

Simple you and Asmo are the only ones that didn’t attack y/n when you get angry and threaten them. And you are the only one who never use violence against them by changing into your demon form. You might be a hothead but you never or will raise a hand to your brothers or to our mate.

Mammon is left speechless, the thing that he been scare of knows him well to the point of trusting him for being himself. He was right as much he hates being the first one to be targeting with name calling because of his sin, is not like his the only one, Asmo calling him a horn dog, Levi with his weird obsession with things and getting emotional, Beel with eating all the time, Belphie with out of nowhere naps and sleeps, Satan with his anger issues, and Lucifer being too proud for his own good.

Their demons now, is something they should be use to. But him have the most control out of the seven of them, makes him fill warm inside. That he should be proud of, and why he should let his brothers tell him that he has no self-control when anger.

But his sin oh yeah! He can’t argue with that, I mean he was willing to help Solomon to forge a pact with Lucifer for the Midas crest, and immediately takes all back when Asmo points out that once he gets the crest, he won’t able to touch you due to the crest make everything he touch turns into gold. It had to take Asmo to point it out, who just said it to openly admit that it will be less competition for him. To realize that he could have made one of his biggest mistakes of his life, for what gold!

Looking back at his hands and/or talons then his wings, looks back at his newly grown tail. It too late, he’s far along of the transformation as he his. If he agrees with the beast’s plan, its going to take some time, means that you need to go back.

“Hey, before I agree to yer plan, let me take y/n back to my brothers”

Mammon…. their better with us then back with your brothers

“Yer crazy!?! What if I kill them!”

MAMMON The last thing we want is our MATE DYING. AGAIN! I’m still a little mad at Sloth for what he did! He’s luckily that y/n forgave him, because if they didn’t rest assure, I would’ve wakened up that day!

Mammon flinch and snarl at just remember that day. Holding your past self in his arms as you choke on your blood causing Belphie. If he’s being honest with himself, sometimes he gets piss off whenever Belphie took a nap at your lap and asks pat his head like, he didn’t try to kill you long ago.

That reflex he just did, get angry when you get hurt or someone trying to hurt you. Maybe his beast does have a point.

“Okay, I’ll do it……I’ll-I’ll change, IF!! You make sure that y/n safety is my-our one goal! Go it!”

Even with a beak the beast smirk at Mammon

You have my word…… also you might feel A LOT of pain!

“Huh?...... Wh?”

Before Mammon can say anything else, he felt a pain in his abdomen, he wants to scream but he bites his lips muffling the scream. As he dug his talons into the ground dragging his hands closer to him. Then the pain slowly got worst by each heart beat and panting.

Soon the he couldn’t take it anymore and let out an agnosies scream.

Then a faith voice calls out to him.

“……Mammon…...”

“Mammon!”

Mammon wakes up from the dream by someone grooming his tail, he slowly opens his eyes and lifted up his head and let out a wake-up yawn. And turn his head to whoever is touching his tail.

His eyes narrows and he groans at the sight who it was.

“Morning Mammon, have a good night sleep” Asmo flash he cheerful smile as he fixes the feathers of his tail. “When is the last time you check your tail feathers, look at them some of them are uneven and others stuck together see….” He points at feathers with the vane split apart with dry blood.

“Oi! I didn’t have a chance to clean myself and beside y/n usually brushes and cleans my feathers so, back off” Mammon squawks at Asmo who just giggle at him.

Right, no one can hear him, well no one expect Lucifer who is close to what he is now. He just has to have you use gestures and his eyes to convey what he’s thinking.

“What a pain in the ass, ya all don’t listen to me when I was normal. Now I have to deal with this crap!?! Tch whatever, the herd must be at the lake at this time. Might as well get some food……. Oh shit! Beel’s here…. Great……”

“I know that you’re not a morning demon, so I know that your cranky. But maybe not try to be loud so you won’t wake up y/n” that snap Mammon out of his train of thought.

Surprise to what Asmo said, Mammon looked down in his arms to see your sleeping form curled up next to his chest as you nuzzle your cheek into in with a smile on your face.

He faces softens as gently rub your face with his, as a soothing cooing and purring comes off from him, causing you to let out a satisfying hum as you fall more asleep.

Then Mammon reaches out with beak for a thick fabric from the nest. Then he slowly and gently lay you on the nest and place the fabric under your head serving as a pillow as you continue to sleep.

Then he stood up leave the nest as Asmo let go of his tail and gazing at his brother’s action. Once out of the nest Mammon stretches bending down then stand back straight shake body ruffle his feathers and once finish the feathers fixes themselves as Mammon being his daily routine beginning with leaving the cave. And Asmo got up and follow his big brother.

“I-I don’t believe it. There’s no SIGNAL HERE!!!” Levi is basically reaching for the havens on top of the tree trying to get a signal for his D.D.D, but to no avail.

“Levi! Get down from there” Lucifer yells at Levi causing to flinch almost letting of the branch he was holding to keep himself balance.

From afar Satan and Belphie watches the two older brothers, with Beel who is cook breakfast inside the cave.

“Its just me or is Lucifer losing~”

“His cool? Yes, I’m all for it” Satan is gleefully smile at the sight of Lucifer completely abandoning all of his calmed and serious demeanor, for an anger, short tempered and animalistic one.

Then suddenly they heard talons being drag through rock behind them, they turn around to see Mammon walking out from the cavern and heading outside with Asmo not far behind him.

“Mammon, your awake you got to see this Lucifer is blowing a casket at Levi~” Mammon just keep on walking out ignoring Satan.

“Wait where you going? Breakfast is about to start” Beel got up from he sits next to the campfire and chase after Mammon.

Once outside, flap his wings and start flying, grabbing the attention of Lucifer and Levi.

“MAMMON!?!” Lucifer calls out to him, as he flew after him grabbing Levi’s arm towing along.

As Levi scream for help fade, Satan look at Asmo with a questionable look on his face.

“What did you do”

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that. I was just cleaning the feathers in his tail; I mean you saw him covered in blood of that bastard. You would have done the same thing” Asmo huffs and walk back inside.

“Oh, before you go, Lucifer was looking for the book that he used. Have you seen it?” but Asmo shook his head, not even looking at Satan as he went in to Help Beel with breakfast.

“Clearly one of us is lying about the book” Belphie said it looking at Satan.

“Obviously, but the question is who is lying”

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[jaskierswolf]

Hello dear. Umm, I saw your prompts are open and Kelly Clarkson's "My Life Would Suck Without You" just came up on the radio, and... Could I ask for that and Geraskier? Pretty please, if you feel like it. Thank you. Love you. 💙

Hello dearest anon! I hope you see this. I’m sorry it took so long! I had a really great time writing this and thanks to @kuripon for being my beta!

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Geralt stared across the room, eyes fixed on the bard that was twirling and dancing around the room. Long brown hair flicked around her shoulder as she flirted with customers, singing words that were so familiar to him. He’d been there when they were composed, after all. They were different to the memory he had in his mind. Jaskier had repeated them over and over again, pacing around the camp and plucking at his lute without a care in the world. In his mind it was just a first draft, the words not quite fully formed, lacking the finesse and polish that this version had.

And yet, Geralt couldn’t help but prefer the version in his head.

It was messy, and most importantly, Jaskier was the one singing. Hazel eyes met his from across the room and winked at him, but it was wrong. She was wrong. He growled and downed the rest of his drink, the emptiness in heart becoming too much to bear. He picked up his swords and stalked from the room, letting the cool air of the night cleanse his pain. He didn’t deserve the warmth of a tavern. He wasn’t even sure why he’d come to Oxenfurt, there were no contracts as far as he was aware. In fact, he’d been heading in the opposite direction when he’d seen the signpost for Oxenfurt at a fork in the road.

And he’d turned Roach towards the city without a second thought. Thoughts of cornflower blue eyes and tousled mousy brown hair driving him home.

But now that he was here, he felt lost. He couldn’t enter the Academy without good reason, and without Jaskier’s easy lies and bright smile, he couldn’t find a way inside.

He pressed his fingers to his forehead, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the city that never seemed to sleep. He should leave, take Roach and leave. There were contracts in villages not far from here and he could make some coin. He really needed to make some coin. The purse tied to his belt was lighter than it should be and if his armour or swords were damaged then he would struggle to repair them, let alone replace them.

“Fuck,” he growled and turned towards the Academy instead.

His heart was foolish, but he hadn’t realised how much he wanted Jaskier until he’d lost him.  

It was like something from the fucking ballads that the bard wrote. He’d never pined like this before, and the feeling unsettled him. He’d been drawn to Yennefer, the Djinn wish pulling them together across the Continent, but this was different. There was no magic with Jaskier, no spell, or wish, or tie from Destiny.

Jaskier had chosen him, of his own free will, and he’d kept choosing Geralt, every single day, no matter what the world had thrown at them, and Geralt had found himself choosing Jaskier back. He would protect Jaskier at all costs, even if it meant failing a contract, killing a wyvern instead of moving them on. One bed at inns so that the bard could afford new lute strings, watered down piss instead of his favourite wine if it meant that Jaskier could have a goblet of fiorano rather than the cheaper wines on the menu.

Geralt hadn’t realised he was doing it until he went to order the wine along with his ale, before remembering he was alone.

“Hold up!” a guard yelled at him as he approached the gates. “No visitors.”

“I’m here for Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“You’re not coming in, freak,” the guard spat, forcing Geralt to step back.

Geralt didn’t want to fight, but he didn’t know what else to do, he’d been hoping the mention of Jaskier would be enough. The guard glared at him, his fingers itching for his sword and Geralt raised his hands in defence, but it was no use. The damage was done. He swiped his fingers through the air in the sign of Axii.

“Let me through,” Geralt murmured.

“Let you through, of course, here you go, Master witcher.”

Geralt swept past the guard, keeping his head low, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself. Iit wasn’t even the fact he was a witcher. Worse, it was because he was, the White Wolf. Students ogled him as he walked through the corridors. He hadn’t spent much time at the Academy but every time he had visited before, Jaskier had gripped his arm, waving his own hand through the air as he told stories of his youth. It wasn’t difficult to picture his bard as a young man in the halls of the Oxenfurt Academy. Jaskier hadn’t been much older when he’d met him.

The scent of chamomile and honey hit him before he saw the bard.

“Guess this means you’re sorry, if you’re standing at my door?” Jaskier said icily. Geralt spun round to see Jaskier leaning on a balcony above him. He looked… fuck he looked good. His hair had grown out in the year they’d been apart, the ends now tickling his chin, and he was now sporting a thick beard. His doublet was a pale sky blue that made his eyes seem to shine even brighter.

“Jaskier…”

It was the only word he had left, all apologies dying on his tongue as he took in the sight of his bard. No… not his bard. Jaskier was his own bard, an esteemed professor at Oxenfurt and Geralt didn’t deserve him.

But fuck if he wasn’t going to try his best.

“So… you take back all you said before?” Jaskier’s voice was poisonous, a cold fire burning in those pretty cornflower blue eyes. “Like how much you wanted anyone but me? If life could give you one blessing…”

Jaskier didn’t finish the blasted sentence but they both flinched, the memories of that damned mountain top haunting them both.

“I was stupid,” Geralt admitted, “for telling you goodbye.”

“Oh ho ho! Oh yeah, yeah. I know that, Geralt, but fuck, it took months for me to realise. I blamed myself, you know? For everything? You did. So it only made sense.”

“Jaskier-“

“What, Geralt?” Jaskier snapped.

Geralt took a shaky breath. In all their years together, Jaskier had never been so closed off to him. It had always been easy touches and warm words. The difference now was stark and every word was like a dagger straight to his heart.

“My life would suck without you,” Geralt mumbled. “It has sucked without you. I’m nothing without you.”

Jaskier laughed, a sharp, disbelieving bark that was almost hysterical. “Oh, Geralt. We both know that’s not true.”

“We do?”

“You’re a warrior, a hero, a knight. Smart, brave, and kind. You’re funny, in your own terrible kind of way, and you are, were… fuck no, are, my best friend.”

Geralt scoffed. “Means nothing without you.”

“That’s quite a change of heart, witcher.”

“I missed you,” Geralt said with a shrug. “What is it you poets say? Absence makes the heart grow stronger?”

Jaskier squeaked and slipped on the balcony. For a heart-stopping moment Geralt thought the bard would tumble over the edge but he just slipped backwards, gripping the beam in a desperate attempt to stay upright.

“Being with you is so dysfunctional,” Jaskier sighed. “I really shouldn’t miss you.”

“And yet..”

“Here we are…”

“Come with me?” Geralt asked, “Let’s try again.”

Jaskier shook his head. “I can’t.”

Geralt closed his eyes, readying himself to turn away and leave but Jaskier spoke again. “Geralt, wait. I mean… it’s the middle of term, Geralt. I can’t just leave.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not a no?”

“Come back at the end of term, I’ll give you my answer then?” Jaskier asked, tilting his head, and Geralt nodded. That wasn’t what he’d been hoping for, but honestly it was better than he expected. The things he’d said, fuck, it made him the monster everyone thought he was. He sighed and turned to leave the city.

“Geralt!” Jaskier yelled after him, he spun around to look back at the bard. Frantic blue eyes were staring back at him. “Just. Just wait there. Please, Geralt.”

And how could Geralt say no to that? He perched on a stone bench, overlooking one of the gardens in the courtyard. Bees were flying around the flowers, never quite settling as they buzzed incessantly. The blooms were almost overwhelming, too sweet, too floral, but he stayed put. Jaskier had asked him to, and he’d worked out pretty early on that there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for the bard.

“Ah, Geralt, there you are!” Jaskier called brightly, “I was starting to think you’d left.” Geralt gestured to the bench. “Right, right, yes. Well… I couldn’t let you leave, not without… well…”

Jaskier leant forward to kiss his cheek, the bristles of his beard brushing against Geralt’s skin. “Jask?”

“You’ve got a piece of me, dear heart,” Jaskier murmured, his hand cupping the cheek he’d just kissed. “And. And my life life would suck without you too.”

Geralt smiled as he leant into Jaskier’s touch. “I’ll be back, I promise.”

“I know, I think… well… I really hope, and I’d really like to forgive you for what you said, but it might take a bit more time.”

“I have time,” Geralt insisted, bringing his hand up to cover Jaskier’s. He took the bard’s hand in his and brought it to his lips. “We have time.”

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #post-mountain fix it #wolfie's witcher writing #Anonymous

[fbfh]

might have almost died but at least my crush likes me back - percy x gn!crush!reader

pairing: percy x gn bad swimmer crush reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: some swearing, near drowning, water monsters, nonsexual tenticals ever look up and wonder how you’ve gotten to this point, some general dumbassery but what did you expect

summary: was charging into battle against a water monster when you practically need a pool noodle to shower a bad idea? yes. was getting rescued by percy and finding out he has a crush on you worth it? abso fucking lutely. 

requested: yuh

song I listened to while writing this: what the water gave me - florance and the machine

Okay, jumping into the water was definitely not your smartest move, especially since you still need water wings when you go canoeing in the camp lake. In your defense, you have beef with this piece of shit monster. What are you supposed to do, not beat the shit out of it when it tries to go after your friends and sink your ship? No! Plus, will kicking it’s ass possbily impress Percy? Maybe! Is that worth it? Hell fucking yes! You jump in there with a plan; you’ll charge in head first, land on its back where its’ blind spot is, and attack while it tries in vain to reach you. The one thing you didn’t expect was for it to sink below the water and keep going further down, which is where you find yourself now. 

Okay, you think, don’t panic. Hard advice to take when you’re watching the surface recede as you get dragged further down. You’re still trying to stab the bastard, but it’s not working. You know when to pick and choose your battles - literally - and it’s time to retreat. You pull out your sword and try to jump off its back, but you don’t move. You look down, another spike of panic shooting through you, making your collar bones hot and stomach drop sickeningly. 

This piece of shit has two tentacles wrapped around your feet and ankles. 

Oh fuck.

You start to swing desperately at the gelatinous arms holding you down, but your movements are heavy and sluggish, and you can’t land a good hit. A heavy, deep dread fills you as you realize the depth of the situation you’re in. Your mind is already racing with the worst possible outcome, but you try to shove that away, and return to trying to free yourself. If you’re going down, you’re going down swinging. Plus, the others will probably realize what happened, they’ll probably come in for back up any second. 

A wall of stone and sand appears to your right, and you dare to look down at the trench the monster is dragging you down into. You haven’t been down here for too long, but the panic is making you feel light headed. If you pass out down here, that will really be the end. A shadow passes over you, or maybe your vision is going dark, you can’t tell. Either way, you try really really hard not to think about how screwed you are.

A blurry, overlapping combination of Fuck! and No! are all that go through Percy’s mind as he stares at the rippling, swirling water where you were one second ago. He can’t stop seeing the tips of your hair getting dragged into the churning blue depths. Overwhelmed with dread, he feels the water was over him before he realizes he even jumped. He follows the irregular currents from the monsters wake, never wanting so badly to vaporize this bottom feeder. A steely determination rushes through him, overpowering his fear, his worry for you, and yells louder than his racing panic about how hurt you could be; he is going to get you, and you’re going to be fine.

He had left you for one second - one second! - and you somehow managed to do the dumbest, bravest, hottest thing possible and charge after that monster. He pushes aside those thoughts. 

They’re instantly replaced with a rush of hypotheticals; the feeling of your arms around his neck, how you’ll blush when he asks if you’re okay, how he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you how stupid that was, maybe your eyes lock, your hands come up to his cheeks, and- 

He stops them again, chastising himself for thinking about that at the literal worst possible time. 

‘I have to find you first...’ He muses, catching up to the monster - and more importantly, you - a moment later.

‘And there you are.’ 

His shadow passes over you, and a bubble escapes your mouth. Another hot spike of dread cuts through him. He speeds up, drawing his sword, but hesitates when he sees the tentacles holding on to you. A new plan is immediately in mind. He’s only got one chance at this, he has to line up his shot perfectly. 

He speeds down, swings one immaculate arc with his sword, and cuts you free. He pulls you toward him with his free hand, making an air bubble around your head. His nerves calm slightly as you catch your breath, returning to your normal color. 

“Stay here,” he says firmly, helping you get your footing a safe distance from the trench. You nod, hands still clutching his arms. He can’t tell what adrenaline is from the fight and what’s from you, but it doesn’t matter. He’s ending this now. 

He turns back to the monster. 

“Hey shrimp breath!” 

The beast rises, turning to look at him. It was not expecting this. He raises his sword slowly, then races forward, slicing through its weak point. It lets out something between a roar and a shriek, sending currents that almost knock you over. He jabs the thing two more times for good measure. As soon as it starts to turn to dust, he swims back over to you, pulling you into a tight hug, and rising to the surface in one fluid motion. 

You gasp when you break the surface, mostly out of relief, but the feeling of going up doesn’t stop. It takes you a second to realize Percy is waterbending you both up, arching to the side, and setting you gently on the deck of the ship. 

“Are you okay?”

It takes you a second to process everything that just happened. Your mind replays the most terrifying - four, maybe five? - minutes of your life, ending with breaking the surface, rising back up to the boat, and having Percy’s hands on your cheek and shoulder, worriedly inspecting you for any injuries. Wait, what? You realize what he asked, and sputter out a response. 

“Y- uh, yeah, I’m totally fine-”

“What the hell was that?!”

You blink in surprise as he keeps going.

“That could have gone so wrong, why would you just- just jump into the fucking ocean without a plan b, or a life vest, or something!” 

Is he lecturing you? You hold back a smile as he continues, you don’t think he’s ever lectured you before. It’s really cute. 

He pulls you close, your cheeks heating up as he presses his face into the side of your neck. You feel more grounded in his arms than you probably ever have. 

“I… I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” He says it so softly you almost don’t catch it. His face nuzzles against your skin, taking in your presence, and presses the smallest kiss to your neck. 

Oh.

Your mouth hangs open as it dawns on you how he feels. 

He pulls away, face flushed, and rubs the back of his neck.

“Uh, do you…” he trails off, searching your expression for an answer. 

Of course you like Percy; everyone does. You don’t know one person at camp who doesn’t like him at least a little. Camp Half Blood culture is smelling like barbeque smoke, not questioning it when you find a new bruise or scar, and having at least a small to moderate crush on Percy Jackson. We’ve all had it. The giddiness from finding out he likes you feels almost fake. You snap out of your internal spiral, realizing you haven’t answered him yet.

“Yes- yeah, of course… I mean, hello, you’re Percy freaking Jackson. There’s a mile long list of people who have a crush on you.” 

He glances to the side. You’ve never seen him smile like that, it looks good on him. He pulls you close, thumb running over your cheek, foreheads almost touching. 

“There’s only one name on that list I care about.” 

Your lips meet, and you can tell how long he’s wanted to do this. He angles his head just right, and you reach a surprising new level of euphoria you didn’t know existed. You eventually pull apart and he rests his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath for the second time. 

His words from before replay in your mind. 

“... it is my name, right?”

He laughs and pulls you into a hug. 

‘I could definitely get used to this.’ 

Standing on the deck, holding you in his arms, Percy is thinking the same thing. 

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson x gn reader #x gn reader