#you ever just… get seized with the desire to write your first fanfic in a fandom you’ve been a part of for 2 years

[tsugarubecker]

“So,” Will said, gingerly sitting down next to Mike on the sofa. The Byers’ old sofa, brought from Hawkins when they moved six months ago. A bit ratty, but full of memories. Some too dark to think about - his mom’s Christmas lights seemed so far away now and he hoped to keep it that way - but good ones, too. Plenty of moments with his mom and Jonathan, or with the Party, sitting on this couch back in Hawkins. Or with Mike. Just like right now. But different. Different because California. And, well. For a lot of reasons.

After an awkward pause while he tried to think of something to say, he cleared his throat and tried again. Mike was only half looking at him. They were sitting 2 feet apart, finally in the same state after half a year, and somehow Mike had never felt further away. “So, uh. How’s. How’s Hawkins been?”

Mike looked away as Will finished his sentence and tried to make eye contact. Shrugged one shoulder, looked halfway ready to roll his eyes. Like a teacher had asked him why his homework was late. Why? Will didn’t understand. It hurt, the feeling of distance.

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist. Or maybe he was getting tired of Mike being… just… weird. Ever since he got here an hour or so ago. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was quickly becoming incredibly annoying. Not like he’d been waiting to see his best friend for what felt like a lifetime, or anything.

So he pushed a button he half-hoped would start a fight. Or, more accurately, maybe finish one. “I guess it must feel pretty lonely there without El, huh?”

Mike inhaled sharply, pausing looking around the room to freeze - and then his demeanor changed. He breathed out a big sigh, and his body seemed to sink a tiny bit deeper into the couch. Like he had released some tension he had been holding for a long time.

“…Yeah. Yeah, it is lonely.”

Taken back a little by the shift, Will said the next thought that came to mind truthfully, forgetting he was trying to push Mike’s buttons: “She misses you too, you know.”

Mike pressed the palm of both hands into his eyes and scrubbed them down his face. “I know she does. She writes me letters.”

Will smiled a little at that, sadly. “I know. I’ve seen her writing.”

Mike was silent for a moment, hands at his neck propping up his chin, body still turned slightly away, still not looking at Will. “How come…” he paused, seemed to think better of it. “Never mind.”

Will glanced at Mike, then across the living room to where Mike’s bags had been unceremoniously dumped in the corner when they got home from the airport. El was at school. Will’s grades were good and he could afford to take the afternoon off to help his mom collect Mike from the airport. El’s grades were… not.

Looking a little more closely at Mike’s largest bag, he thought he saw the red edge of a DND set peeking out a partly open zipper.

Spirits buoyed by the thought, he glanced back at Mike. “Never mind what? What were you gonna say?”

Mike’s hands had moved to his pants leg, where there was a loose thread. He was worrying it. “Um, it’s, like. I dunno dude. It’s nothing.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Well, dude. I know it’s been a while, but you can still talk to me. How come what?”

Mike blew a sigh out his nose. “How come… you never wrote?” He pulled harder on the loose string. “If you knew El was.”

Will watched Mike pull the string, feeling his heart start to thump a tiny bit louder than it had been a moment before. Oh. “Oh. Um. Well, we talk on the phone. Don’t we?”

“Course,” Mike mumbled. “Sometimes.” The string snapped. “…Just, you know. I definitely know that… like, I know that El misses me. For sure.”

Will’s thudding heart suddenly sank into his stomach. “…Ohh. I see. I’m pretty sure she still thinks you’re dating, Mike. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” His words came out about a tenth as bitter as he felt.

Mike’s eyebrows knitted together sharply, and he temporarily abandoned the hole in the knee of his jeans that he was now picking at. He glanced up at Will, making eye contact for the first time since the airport, Will guessed. “What? No.” He looked away again. “I mean yeah. I mean, I just don’t know if… I don’t know if you…”

Will kept looking at him, one eyebrow quirked up. “If I what?”

True to form, Mike, seeming to know he was caught, threw both arms up in exasperation and awkwardness. “If you, like, miss me at all!” Will’s heart flew back up into his mouth. “I feel like I’m going fucking crazy over there, my girlfriend’s gone,” Will’s heart sank again, “my best friend’s gone,” and rose again - this was getting nauseating, “and I just… it sucks! It fucking sucks. And I don’t even know if, like.” His wildly gesticulating arms came to rest, finally. “If I’m all alone in feeling that. Since you’re all, like. In sunny California and everything. And El sounds so happy. And you… y’know. You don’t write, so I don’t know.” He rubbed one hand down his forehead and eyes again, muttering almost to himself. “Feel like I’m going fucking crazy over there.”

They sat in silence for a second. Mike kept rubbing his hand on his cheek and eyes.

Will’s turn to heave a sigh. This was exhausting. “Mike, are you asking if I’ve missed you? I think that’s a pretty obvious yes.”

Mike stopped rubbing his face. He glanced in Will’s direction. “…Oh.”

Will smiled. “Yeah. I mean, I help El, you know. With school. It’s a lot. So I’m pretty busy with that, and I’m tired a lot of the time. But whenever I’m not distracted by that stuff, I miss you really badly. To be honest, I try to distract myself with helping El so that I don’t miss you as bad. And the Party,” he added as an afterthought. It was hard to tell where the line was with sharing feelings with Mike, these days. Best to give them both an out in case they needed one.

“Oh.” Mike said again. He looked tired, like this conversation was exhausting him, and also like he didn’t know what to say next. Will was exhausted too - not being able to just be himself with Mike was more tiring than he could put into words.

A moment several years ago when he had been able to be himself in front of Mike - and only Mike - with no filter flashed into his mind. This memory was worn a bit thin, like a tape cassette from repeat plays. He smiled, remembering.

“…I feel a bit crazy, sometimes, too, to be honest. Missing you, I mean. Missing you all. So, at least you’re not alone. I’m over here in California, going crazy too.” He made sure to rephrase it. To reframe for modern times. He kept his voice nonchalant - no need for Mike to know how much this memory meant to him, if he didn’t immediately get the reference. (Which he was braced for.)

A beat. Mike was quiet. Will’s heart started to shrivel up like a leaf in winter, despite the sun pouring through the windows.

Then.

One side of Mike’s mouth turned up into a smile. His whole face softened. Finally, he turned his body, shifted a little bit towards Will. Almost shyly, he lifted his eyes up and met Will’s.

“…I guess we’re both going a bit crazy, huh?”

Will couldn’t breathe right. His heart was an entire tree trying to burst into spring bloom out his chest. Mike remembered. He remembered. “…Yeah. Both of us.” He affirmed, feeling a little bit dizzy.

Mike finally smiled with his whole mouth, eyes moving back and forth between Will’s. In a voice so soft Will wondered if he was dreaming this moment for the hundredth time, Mike murmured, “…crazy together.”

#you ever just… get seized with the desire to write your first fanfic in a fandom you’ve been a part of for 2 years #at midnight #when you have work the next day? #lol oops #oh well when the muse shows up she shows up. this wrote itself. literally dunno where it came from but there it is #I’ll put it on ao3 eventually prolly too #byler #byler fanfic #byler tumblr #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #otp: crazy together #otp: you said yes

[masseffecthoe]

Forbidden starfruit

Wanted to write a little one shot, plotless porn... so here’s part 1/5 :)) Some plot wiggled itself in, oops. I just wanted the reader not to be a goody two shoes, couldn’t find any fanfics, so I wrote one. Classic story.  Y/N is not evil, but definitely on the morally grey, leaning dark side. Seduction to the grey side if you will.

Spam me any ‘seduction to the dark side’ stories with OC/reader tho, Poe, Kylo, anyone. I crave MORE!

Summary: Poe meets a stranger in a bar. They bang.

Warning: uum the no pants dance. sucking the oyster.

EDIT: AHAHAHA OMG the paragraphs didn’t paste in order!!! FFS... fixed it now >.<

Probably ooc, probably some wrong tech/lore. Wrote for fun.

I like mood boards.

The bar was packed, the music loud and energizing. People were either chatting on the margins, tables full of drinks, or enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Poe checked the time again, remembering to keep his expression relaxed. The informant was almost four hours late, something must have went wrong. Or he'd changed his mind, or perhaps he never existed. It was not everyday that they received intel about the First Order from a supposed deserter - the possibilities were endless and the factors unprecedented.

Everyone thought it might be a trap, but the chances for it were dwindling by the minute. Surely if this was some kind of ploy something would have already happened by then. He took another short sip of his drink - his second cup of ardees already - trying to stall for as long as possible. His eyes wandered over the crowd again, a small smile forming on Poe's lips. It was nice to see them having fun, aliens and humans alike, no worries of the oppressions of the First Order. Or the constant pressure for duty in the Resistance. He felt like he could be a part of that, in a simple pair of trousers and a white T-shirt he could pass as one of the party goers and pretend, for just a selfish moment, that he was carefree.

A flash of red caught his attention and he turned his head, dismissing the previous heavy thoughts. The source of the vibrant color was enticing, the silky fabric of her crimson dress hugging all the right curves as the woman made her way to the opposite side of the bar. Skin glistened in the brighter lights from behind the bar. Two drinks were placed before her and he noticed she was accompanied by another woman, the pair clinking the glasses and gingerly sipping on the neon colored liquid.

Her friend whispered something in her ear and she turned towards him, piercing eyes meeting his for a split second, landing straight on him as if guided by some unknown force. It lasted but a moment, the two women giggling between them the next.

"Something caught your eye, Black Leader?" Poe let out a small sigh and shook his head ever so lightly. He was not supposed to answer and in fact, they were not supposed to use the channel at all, except for an emergency if the whole operation had turned out to be a trap. Chatting about a stranger in a bar did not sound like an emergency. Still, a silly smile played on his lips. How long had it been since he'd done something so... mundane, like going out drinking and meeting a woman who was not also his colleague in the resistance. "Heads up, she's coming your way."

Poe panicked for a moment. He was on a mission! Even if the chances of the informant coming were close to none and at that point and they were about to call it a day, he was still on duty. For about another 15 minutes maybe. The woman could spook the mole, or worse, get caught in some twisted First Order plot that made him waste time and credits in a bar on some nondescript outer planet... Ok, there was probably no evil plot and a beautiful woman was drawing closer.

"Hi. Mind if I sit?" She gestured to the stool beside him. Her voice was smooth and pleasant and she seemed to strain a bit to be heard over the noise. She was pretty, but there was something more to it, something in the way she stood tall and proud, those sharp eyes, playful and wise at the same time.

"I'd be a fool to refuse." Her smile widened and she sat gracefully on the cushion, his eyes immediately drawn to her backside. He snapped them back to her face, but the all-knowing smirk on her plush lips told him he did not go unnoticed.

"I'm Y/N." He reached to shake the outstretched hand, her skin soft against him, but she had a good grip, not as delicate as he'd imagined. His name passed his lips before he could think of an alias, or a reason to use one.

"Poe." He could almost hear Temmin's scoff on the other end of the comms, even if they hadn't been turned them on.

"Nice to meet you, Poe." She almost purred his name and he had to remind himself that they were on a Resistance mission. Focus! "Now tell me, who had the audacity to stand up a guy like you?" He raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask she continued. "I saw you coming in a while ago. Was mustering my courage to come over, but you looked like you were waiting for someone. Didn't want to cause any trouble." Somehow he doubted the last part. He couldn't place the mischievous little glint in her eyes.

"Not used to being the one to make the first move?"

"On the contrary. I've learned in life you have to seize what you desire." Her eyes traveled slowly across him, right hand playing with the rim of her glass.

 "You risk someone else stealing it from right before your eyes. Like I'm doing right now, I suppose. Your date missed the chance, and here you are with me instead."

"Turned out in my favor I'd say." He let his own gaze wander, from the soft features o her face, down the curve of the neck and all the down her low cut of her dress, the valley between her breasts exposed to him.

"We shall see. We've barely met after all, but the night is young." It really wasn't that early anymore, midnight was just hours away. "Tell me about yourself, Poe."

"What would you like to know?"

"Are you a local? You don't look like it, though." There was that look in her eyes again, playful but observant, not letting anything escape her.

"I'm not, I'm from Yavin."

"Long way from home." He shrugged, sipping his drink to give himself time to find an excuse. He'd already given his real name, probably shouldn't follow with 'Resistance pilot' right after. 

"I'm a freighter pilot."

"Ah, hauling goods across the galaxy. You must have seen so many place!" He was not expecting her to be so enthusiastic about it, but he welcomed the attention. For once someone was interested in just him, not the star pilot of the Resistance.

"You wouldn't believe half of them." She scooted over, or maybe he just thought she did, wished it so, but she felt closer nonetheless, lashes fluttering as she fixed him again with her eyes. Her voice was low, like they were sharing a secret, despite the music still blasting around them in the bar.

"Well, what it the strangest place you've seen?" He tried to quickly excluded some of the more famous ex-Empire location and obviously Resistance related ones, but truth was he'd only ever traveled for his work. It was fighting the First Order here and looking thought jedi sites there, endlessly searching for a trace of the Luke Skywalker, one day after the next, it was always related to the conflict between light and dark.

"Probably Telos. The sheer determination to build up a chunk of a planet just to keep it together... it was an impressive sight, motivating." She hummed nodding her head.

"I've always wanted to travel and see everything. So many different ecosystems, cultures, creatures... I get a little sad when I think I'm never going to be able to discover them all."

"You travel a lot then?"

"When the job allows me." She paused and bit her lower lip, drawing Poe's eyes like a magnet. "I'm a glorified errand girl, but I get away with some little excursions." She leaned a little closer still, he could see a faint scar right below her eyebrow, easily missed with a trick of the light. He could feel the genuine excitement in her voice. "I strayed a bit off course once to this planet in the Belderon sector, Lola Sayu. Don't think 've seen anything quite like it... half of it is missing, blown up ages ago, but the atmosphere formed around the missing part, encapsulating it. It made this giant ball, yellow and purple mashed together.

"The Belderon sector? What were doing all the way there?"

"Ok, ok, I strayed a lot off course, like a week maybe, but I just had too see it."

"Seize what you desire..."

"Exactly! We only have one life and we never know when it might end. I plan to make the most of it." Poe stared at the woman for a long moment. She was bright and smart and oh, so beautiful - it was more intoxication than his long forgotten drink. A mouthful of fresh water after days in the desert, her view of the world, simple but joyful, gave him a surge or energy, of hope. Temmin's voce in his ear was low, but the words were exactly what Poe needed to hear.

"You deserve a break, Poe. Our contact ain't coming and we are to leave only in the morning. See you at the ship tomorrow. Black Two, out."

He wasn't sure who leaned in first, but one moment her hand was on his thigh and the next his own hands were cradling her closer, pulling her off her stool and onto his lap. His senses were assaulted all at once, the loud music, the sweet taste of her mouth and the flowery perfume he hadn't notice before. Her lips were soft but the kiss was relentless, both devouring one another, her body pressed so close to his.

She smiled, a little curve of her lips that stirred things in him, that promised passion and a reckless abandonment, and took his hand to pull him along. He craved for more, more kisses, more skin, so he followed without a second thought. She skipped across the street and they hastily made their way to her room on the first floor, stealing kisses in the doorway and on the stairs.

He pressed her against the door as she was locking it, her ass pushing back deliciously. His mouth fell on her shoulder, hands going up her sides, slightly pulling on the fabric of the dress, making her body shiver in anticipation. The damn thing had to come off. Her arms lifted as if thinking the same, so he backed up and pulled the dress over her head with ease. His fingers traced the expanse of her back and hooked on her lace thong pulling it slightly. With a small gasp she turned, eyes dark with lust, only in heels and the flimsy little piece of red lace. Poe couldn't remember a time he had been more turned on.

He kneeled and lifted her leg over his shoulder with little warning. She gasped as his fingers traced the lace, already seeping wet and ready. The thong was pulled aside and his mouth was on her, sucking and biting eagerly, his tongue circling her bud, lapping at her flowing juices. She moaned loudly, her fingers twisting in his hair.

"Not fair..." She panted from above, but her hips bucked towards him. He smirked and pushes a finger inside her, then a second, lifting his head to look at her. She was gorgeous, ragged breaths and knees trembling as he pumped his fingers vigorously, thumb stroking her clit. The obscene sound of her moans and dripping pussy filled the small room, tantalizing. He got up, mouth clasping over a nipple and she arched her back pressing to him, head rolling back against the door as the walls clamped over his digits. Poe backed up barely an inch to look her in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, needing to taste her one more time. She let out a straggled breath, half sigh half moan and roughly pulled on his T-shirt. "Clothes off. Now."

"Yes ma'am." He was happy to oblige, his dick straining in his boxers, already damp with precum. His clothes flew off unceremoniously, their hands bumping as they both pulled on the fabric, rushed to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. Hand on his chest, she backtracked him until his legs hit the bed then pushed him on it. Her hands traced up his legs, crawling in between them, eyes never leaving her prize as she laid kisses up his thighs, nails scraping at his skin, closer to where he needed her the most. He took hold of her upper arms and spun them around so she was caged beneath him.

"Not fair." She breathed out a moan as his dick rubbed against her folds. He wanted her, needed her like air.

"Next time."

"Deal." He pushed inside her in one swift move, rougher than he intended, but she let out the most erotic sound he's ever heard, a loud and lewd groan, ringing in his ears as her body purred. Her words slurred from her pretty little mouths in short breaths.

"Shit, Poe, you're driving me, insane." She had no idea what she was doing to him. His mouth was on hers again, drowning her moans as he rocked his hips, plummeting in her core. Her shaking arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer like her life depended on it. He hooked one arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up, spreading even more, going even deeper. It was raw and desperate, passion in its purest form. Her nails dug at the skin on his back, his name chanted from her lips like a prayer as his rhythm turned merciless. Thank the gods he'd told her his real name. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, nipping and sucking at he tender flesh.

Her eyes rolled in back of her head and his entire body shook above her as her pussy milked his dick with greed, clamping around him like a vice. Their breaths mingled, their skin sleek with sweat, but tingling still. With the last sliver or power he had, Poe rolled on his back and pulled her with him, her leg slipping over his, her hand on his chest. He was still in a daze, but looking at her she was not better, eyes half closed and unfocused, her fingers drawing lazy patters on his chest. He remember bringing her hand to his lips before falling asleep.

He woke up first, Y/N still curled over him, hair sprawled on the pillow behind her. She had pulled a silky sheet over them some time after he passed out. He smiled, lips pressing gently on the top of head. He pulled her closer, almost not believing she was real. She stirred, letting out a contents little sigh, but didn't wake up.

Poe enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms a moment longer, his brows more furrowed by the second, his lips pressed in a thin line. He had to go soon and he didn't know when he would see her again. His hand trailed the smooth skin on her back, not wanting to leave the bed, taking in every detail of her beautiful face. When the sun had finally fully risen there was no more time left.

He went to collect his scattered clothes, his mind running a mile a minute, thinking of how to tell her he was actually in the Resistance, wondering his she will react to him lying about his work, about his identity, but most importantly if she would want to see him again. Gods, he hasn't even left her room yet and he was already dreaming of when he'd hold her in his arms next. Poe smiled, he felt like a teen again, the only care in the world the affection of his lover.

But the world was cruel and he was not a silly boy back on Yavin. He found his T-shirt thrown all the way near her side of the bed and as he bend down to retrieve it, the holopad on the nightstand beeped loudly three times before a robotic voice boomed in the small chamber, the dark figure projecting from it chilling his blood.

"Y/N, I assume the traitor has been dealt with already. You better be on the Supremacy when I arriver to continue our training. You have an hour." Poe's breath caught in his throat, his mind so overwhelmed it first went blank then exploded with the possibilities and implications. The idea that he'd spent the night with one of the First Order's top assets... Did he steal something off him? Had it been a trap? 

His eyes fell on the holopad again, the blinking light showing she had a message. From fucking Kylo Ren! She was training with Leia's kid, she was dark side.

She was evil.

But she couldn't be, could she? 

Poe was so lost in thought he didn't even hear her as she stretched in bed behind him, the yellow glint in her eyes catching in the morning sun as her gaze fell on him.

Chapter 2 >

#poe dameron x reader #Forbidden starfruit #poe dameron #poe dameron fanfiction #seduction to the gray side #facfic #star wars #i need help

[fairydust-stuff]

Ode to Hannah Annafellows

I noticed Hannah doesn’t get as much attention as Alois or Claude. I know a lot of her writing makes no sense half the time but lets be honest Alois and Claude suffered from inconsistencies as well. What we do have is fairly interesting though, so I wanted to write an piece that gives attention to my favorite Demon Lady.

Hannah the Demon Hannah used to be just like Sebastian and Claude for filling contracts for a quick meal. She was board and just killing time until she met Luka and fulfilled his wish to slaughter everyone who was mean to him and his big brother. “That is the first time anyone ever thanked Me." at first glance it seems like Hannah went from sinner to saint however a closer look reveals. Hannah is still a demon regardless of her newfound humanity; her true nature makes her a dangerous foe. 

Here's the thing Hannah isn't a good person but she's, not a completely evil like bad fanfic's portrays her as, and not without kindness but she's still a viper. Hannah would gladly tattle on Claude to Alois, she would never keep the spiders confidence. In fact she'd use the opportunity to try and get a heartbroken Alois to listen to her. Hannah has shown herself to be very manipulative and sneaky. She spent her whole time at Trancy manor patiently waiting for Claude to screw up so she could step in. Outside of Alois and Luka she's not exactly warm hearted people forget this is the women who was fine turning everyone into zombies and watching them tear each other apart on Alois's orders. She had every intention of hurting Sebastian in that fight. She's probly killed others off screen too and the stuff with Ciel which I’ll get to later. This reflects that although Hannah is capable of love, humanity with the exception of Alois and Luka are still basically insects to her.

Hannah and Alois Everyone seems to forget especially Claude x Hannah shippers is Hannah is Alois's creature even more so then Claude. In fact they have certain traits in common. Both of them are protective of those they love, (Alois luka and Claude, Hannah Alois, luka) forgiving of trespasses by dear ones, (Alois forgave Claude, Hannah forgave Alois) can be incredibly vindictive if crossed, (Just look at how they got Sebastian and Ciel good) know how to manipulate and trick people in order to get what they want. They both can keep up a charade for a fairly long time. (Hannah everyone, Alois lord trancy) Hannah is both the tinker bell and Wendy to Alois's peter pan. (Without the romantic feelings)

This is why oc x Claude fics annoy me so much. (Seriously, Claude couldn't keep a human female alive around those two. Alois would go sobbing to Hannah and she would cut the girls throat for being in the way of her highnesse's happiness. Also Hannah would never aid a random person unless that girl meant something to Alois. So any oc finance of Ciel's would be screwed in that situation. I strongly think her attack on Ciel was a direct retaliation for him stabbing Alois as well as to help Alois seize Ciel's body. However the fact of the matter is their relationship is troubling, manipulations by Claude and the fact both of them are socially impaired creates miscommunication about the others intentions. One being a demon that’s not used to looking after an abused human, and one being a mentally ill abused child.

I've noticed Hannah wears the same maid uniform that the maids that prepared Alois for Trancy wore, despite her good intentions Hannah comes across as predatory. Her eyes glow red and she slowly licks her fingers like a snake. There are scenes where she's crouched over or straddling Alois's unconscious body in an awkward position. Her biggest problem is unlike Claude who doesn’t care and can calmly make observations and cool headed decisions. Hannah's sincere love may cause her to be over zealous and over stepping into the comfort zone of a young boy who is wary of adults and their desire to be close to him. (Not that this excuses his behavior) Yet it can be argued Alois is as dependent on her as he is with Claude. When Claude hurts Alois emotionally Hannah is the one he goes to either to take his frustrations out on her, or to simply cry his eyes out. She is the one he gets to take him to ciels manor so he can warn him about Claude and later Alois relies on her to help him carry out his plans in the maze. This suggests even in earlier episodes she held some importance to him even when he didn't trust her.

Claude and Hannah The two of them have a very interesting dynamic. Claude is the beloved cherished servant Alois constantly showers with compliments and as a result of his affections, Claude has the kid wrapped around his finger. “My heart is trapped in your spider webs, I love you my highness." Alois declares in the last episode. In contrast Hannah gets all the abuse Alois even rips her eye out for looking at him wrong. “She creeps me out" Alois sincerely tells Sebastian in his introduction episode. Claude yet both of them are attracted to Alois's fiery soul. “I do so love your passion." Claude thinks near the end of Spiders Intention “As do I." Hannah adds. However as the two dominant figures in Alois's life they are at odds with each other. And although I’ve heard different takes on Claude and Hannah's relationship some suggesting love or sexual intimacy.

I tend to view them as enemies who dislike each other greatly, but see the benefit in an alliance against greater threats. Although I don't doubt a sexual relationship is possible, I think it would be purely for physical and manipulative purposes. I know some fans are convinced Claude is gay or a pedophile but honestly Claude is a demon therefore he most likely has no limits to what he will and won't screw. 

Claude although incapable of love himself is possessive he views Alois as his property bought and paid for by their contract, fated to be eaten when Claude grows tired of him. He is suspicious of Hannah and doesn’t want her to steal his meal but also regards her as his toy or as he so crudely put “Hole for my sheath." referring both to the fact she is the keeper of an actual sword and perhaps making a sexual reference. He even protects her from Sebastian at one point, yet Claude himself treats both of his so called possessions like trash. Hannah gets it the worst he throws her around hits her and constantly pulls a painful sword out of her body. Yet he's also dependent on her, as shown in spider’s intention Claude makes the triplets and Hannah do the actual work.

Although he insists the work is beneath him, I’d argue Claude is too proud to admit Hannah is better at pleasing Alois then he is. As shown when she suggests bluebells in Alois's room in contrast to the roses Claude wanted. Hannah seems to dislike Claude she is jealous of the love Alois has for him and angry at how false he is. “You don't deserve to be at his side, the only one who does is Luka Macken" she states. Later she seems to display open hatred for Claude instead of simple distaste Suggesting Alois use his wish to bind Claude to him forever and saying that she would happily break Claude’s legs for him. Most likely retaliation for his murder and betrayal of Alois himself. However later she does except Claude into her family and take him to limbo on Alois's behest while his soul is in side of her. Suggesting she has the ability to forgive and forget. Anti-Hero Hannah I know fans praise Ciel and Sebastian as an anti-heroes but no their villain protagonists. Both Ciel and Sebastian are obsessed with their goals which are purely selfish. In contrast Hannah is the closest thing this series has to a hero. So anti-hero I guess just to be fair. Her whole goal is to save Alois and his brother she even saves Claude from dying permanently and she kills herself to free their souls on the off chance they can all go to Nervinna. Think about her whole role taking abuse, saving children and forgiving her abusers and helping them too find a kind of peace. Even Ciel is able to relax as a demon knowing Sebastian won't munch on his soul.

She also goes through a huge change in her attitude from careless predator to someone who's starting to figure out she is capable of emotions like love and caring. But Why is she so understanding of Alois's abuse how can she love him? I’ve wondered this myself I know it was because she swallowed his brother, but I think their might be a deeper reason. I think Hannah gets Alois Trancy more than anyone else. (Not that it’s saying much everyone else in Alois life except Luka was extremely self-absorbed) She's a demon a demon who felt lonely and board and did horrible things that's what demon do lash out at the world because they've been rejected by heaven. So when Alois lashes out because he's scared or hurting Hannah can’t hate him, because I think she's been there many times and done far worse crimes then the human before her. She's had centuries to do things like start wars and topple empires. So when Alois hurts her Hannah can’t help but understand and relate to him. Which is what makes Hannah so fascinating she's a demon who can be nasty but still manages to be kind, understanding, and embrace penance, and forgiveness.

#black butler #hannah anafellow #alois trancy #claude faustus #Trancy household Appreciation #Alois Hannah and Claude are forever danceing a demented tango #i'm torn these messed up people care about each other but they all need serious help

[edgarbright]

As for love… (1 of 2)

[ IkeVamp Fanfic | Dazai x MC ]

A fix-it fic for the 12 Flavors of Love story event, Arthur vs Dazai Route

[ ---> Skip to Part Two ]

Content: Explicit, Arthur/MC break-up, Dazai/MC friends to lovers

Characters: MC (2nd person POV), Dazai, Arthur, Sebastian

Word count: 3.1k (part one), 7.6k (whole)

Summary: Dazai accidentally drinks a bottle of Blanc that is tainted with an aphrodisiac! His advances toward you are cut off by Arthur, your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend in the next ninety seconds, who is unimpressed to learn that the only way to alleviate Dazai’s pain is to let Dazai stay in your company for the next hour. An already unfortunate situation goes from bad to worse as Arthur makes his choice. And so, pressed to your limit, it’s time for you to make yours.

Notes: This is, first and foremost, a self-indulgent piece. As this is fic is adapted from an event route, an ample amount of quotes and lines are taken directly from the game and I do not claim credit for them. The title is from Osamu Dazai’s novel, The Setting Sun: “As for love … no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.” 

“Actually,” Dazai says, “I've been quite fond of her for some time now.”

It is the love potion talking but you’re the only one who knows that. Arthur's anger holds you fast to his chest, holding you away from Dazai who, only a moment ago, had held you instead.

Only you can explain to Arthur why, exactly, Dazai had you pressed up against the wall with his lips a breath away from yours. It’s all on you to be the rational one here in the face of Arthur’s anger.

First things first: Dazai needs to stop talking.

“Dazai! Listen to me, I—”

But the one forced into silence is you. Arthur’s large hand clamps over your mouth and you flinch in surprise. Whereas Dazai had held you tight to the spot, Arthur's hold is a gag, and it strangles your voice so that he alone can speak.

“Oh, really?” Arthur says to Dazai. "You've taken a fancy to her, have you?"

“Yes, that's right.” Such a casual reply makes your body seize up. You grip Arthur's wrist and tug at his hand to move, but he refuses to budge, he refuses to listen. He’s angry and he’s always disliked Dazai anyway. “I've been thinking about stealing her away from you.”

Dazai isn't in his right mind, you plead with your eyes, looking up at Arthur from the cage of his arms, but he has no eyes for you.

“Well, I'm terribly sorry.” There is no hint of regret in his voice, but he does remove his hand from your mouth.

You recollect yourself on a single breath, open your mouth to try again, but you don’t get that far. Arthur cradles your cheek and tilts your chin up towards him.

The sudden shift catches you off guard. There is irritation in his eyes and nothing sweet in his touch. “What?”

“I'm going to prove to him that you're mine,” Arthur says with a lilt of dry amusement. Your eyes widen as he leans in with a kiss ready on his lips.

The kiss on your lips is not one you are willing to let him take, not here in the open hallway, not here when he is angry, but Arthur never asks for permission and he won't ask for it now with Dazai watching, with Dazai professing—

(“I've been thinking about stealing her away from you.”)

You've never thought about being stolen away before.

You wonder at what point you accepted that you did not have a say in these things. A clamp over your mouth demands your submission. The kiss Arthur means to give you now speaks not of love but of a brand to mark you.

Arthur freezes before his lips touch yours and you wonder, you hope, it’s because you had not leaned in to meet him, that he realized this was wrong.

But from down the hall, a voice calls out. “Looks like you were too late.”

Sebastian!

Arthur leans back with a disgruntled look and drops his hand from your cheek. “...Now it's Sebas, come to interrupt me?”

“Late for what?” Dazai asks, his smile gone. A smile lost from seeing Arthur about to kiss you.

The consideration startles you. Why would you care if Dazai stopped smiling because of that? It is the love potion that makes him feel for you and nothing more.

Nothing more…

Sebastian speed walks – running in the halls is forbidden, a rule of Sebastian’s own making – with a bottle of Blanc held in each hand. He looks more than a little exasperated. “There was a mistake with our Blanc supplier and this batch has been tainted with an aphrodisiac. Monsieur le Comte has instructed me to confiscate all remaining bottles and send them back immediately.”

You take a deep breath and the tension in your body ebbs. Now they both know the truth. Dazai is certainly in a predicament but at least Arthur had not taken a sip. Arthur is bad enough as it is without a love potion, you laugh to yourself in relief, trying to relax in the knowledge that the disaster you feared has been averted.

But Arthur stares on at Sebastian in surprise, however, and you feel the blood drain from your face. “…Wait just a minute. Sebas,” Arthur carries on slowly. “It’s been tainted with what?” There is curiosity in his eyes now, more than just understanding, and you realize you’d really rather he didn’t know an aphrodisiac is in the house.

Although how else would you have explained why he caught Dazai looming over you against a wall?

(“Actually, I've been quite fond of her for some time now.”)

Oh, what a mess!

“An aphrodisiac,” Sebastian repeats dutifully. “A love potion, as it were. Anyone who drinks it will have strong sexual urges for the next person they see.”

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, feeling the pressure of Dazai’s gaze now that the pressure of Arthur’s anger has abated. The sound of Dazai’s voice in your ear a minute ago still spurs your pulse to race. The way he had held you tight, the way he looked at you—

(Dazai’s smile softens but his hair falls across his face, casting a dark shadow upon it. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. It's just... I feel different today.”)

Although he had startled you, you do not feel afraid.

“These strong feelings of desire,” Sebastian continues, “will only grow and not be sated until they spend time alone with the target of their affection.”

Spend time alone with him, huh… A pleasant thought under normal circumstances. With the weather turning colder and a heavy snowfall due any day, the pleasure of sitting outside in the garden with him and a good book have dwindled down to none. He would tease you some but there was always more reading than talking, and so you took a fancy to spying the serene face he makes while he drinks in each page.

(Although you won’t miss the summer days when he leaves the windows open and every bug in Paris takes advantage of his hospitality.)

You like him, but you don’t know him as well as you know some of the others. He acts a clown when he thinks someone is watching and there is no book for him to hold.

The tainted Blanc has stripped him down of that veneer. You can see it in his eyes.

Displeasure coats Arthur’s viperous tongue. “Ah, so that’s why Dazai’s been acting like a randy old goat!”

“I’m acting quite normally, thank you,” Dazai retorts in a sing-song voice.

He sounds normal enough but Arthur’s right about one thing, you think. Dazai scoops up a handful of your hair and let the strands slip gently through his fingers. Long, careful fingers with ink-stained tips. A writer’s strong, supple hand.

No, not a writer’s. Arthur had never touched your hair so lightly, so reverently.

You ought to step away.

(“She belongs to ME,” Arthur had snapped, and as his girlfriend you mustn’t let anyone else touch you. Or steal you away.)

But Dazai’s face is brimming with a bright, innocuous smile with the corners of his eyes crinkling. And it is in those bottomless golden eyes you find yourself rooted to the spot. The fierce desire held at bay as he touches you so carefully, barely touching you at all—

“Hands off, I said!” Arthur smacks Dazai’s hand away and you flinch back from a swipe an inch from your face. “See?” Arthur accuses with a deep sigh, “He’s acting even more bizarre than usual, Sebas.”

“According to the letter, the effects will wear off in about an hour.” Sebastian is nothing but business. Perhaps, you consider, he fancies the display of Arthur and Dazai at odds. “However, if the desire isn’t fulfilled, you’ll experience side effects of extreme thirst.”

If the desire isn’t—

Standing close enough to touch, Dazai at least doesn’t look to be in pain right now. His skin does appear more flushed than usual. Your eyes trail down his neck to follow a bead of sweat. Truth be told, you can’t recall him ever showing pain. All he’s ever given you were simple smiles or a laugh drawn up at his own expense.

Have you seen him thirsty before? For Blanc, for Rouge, for—

(“I want you so badly I can't stand it.”)

Your heart skips a beat. He hadn’t hurt you. He hadn’t frightened you. The thought of him biting you hadn’t even crossed your mind as your face grows warmer.

(He doesn’t seem the type to bite in haste. He would find a careful spot. He’d ask for permission first, you decide, and he would take your wrist, perhaps, so you could see his fangs sink in and so that he could watch you, too, and write about it later—)

All he took was a lock of your hair which he let drift through his fingers. And in that touch you felt something fragile tremble.

In that touch you felt…

Loved.

Of course you would. It is a love potion, is it not? You glance at Dazai, and he must have found something inviting in your eyes for he boldly takes your hand and pulls you toward him.

“In that case,” Dazai says, “the only solution is for Chiyoko here and I to spend some quality time together while I satisfy my desires.”

“W-What?!” A fool you must be to fall for the sweet touch of a love potion! You’ve been with Arthur for how many months now? It’s never been about love. A sip of the love potion and Dazai fell in love with the first person he saw. It could have been anyone just as, after all these months with Arthur, he could have anyone else. Certainty he does have someone else in your absence. You’ve seen the blood stains on his collar. His thirst is ravenous and he will drown you with him to stifle his nightmares.

(At what point did you begin to beg for the pleasure of his bite when it was his teeth that first frightened you the most? They frighten you still, but not as much as his hands which hold you down and the deep vibration in his voice as he murmurs that he’s only giving you what your body is so clearly asking for.)

“Are you daft?” Arthur’s large hand grabs your free one without warning, and you wince as he tries to tug you back. He glares sharply at Dazai, who does not let you go. “You really think I’d just stand here and let you take her away with you?”

You open your mouth to tell Arthur to stop it. There is a solution to this problem and it involves the four of you sitting around playing card games while you harmlessly continue to hold Dazai’s hand. His hand holds firm but it is warm and gentle, with his fingers threading with yours—

But Arthur has already turned to Sebastian again. “Is that the tainted Blanc, Sebas?”

“Yes, it— Sir Arthur!!”

The bottle is already snatched from Sebastian’s hand at the single confirmation. Arthur bites the cork off with his teeth and spits it out onto the floor.

And when you realize what he’s about to do, it’s too late. With both your hands taken, there is no chance at wrestling that terrible bottle away from him. He tips it back and all you can do is stand there, dread curdling in your stomach, and watch his Adam Apple bob as he takes gulp after gulp.

“A-Arthur!!”

The bottle is half-empty by the time he finally pulls it away from his mouth. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

Arthur has drunk the love potion.

“There,” he announces proudly. “Now I drank it, too.” His smile is confident as he turns to look at you. A look too bold for someone who has consumed a love potion.

Arthur under the influence of a love potion…

“…All you have to worry your pretty little head about now is satisfying ME.” His eyes burn into yours before sweeping you head to foot, taking you all in and stripping you bare in their wake.

You tremble, but not from lust. A hand in yours gives yours a squeeze, and it’s not Arthur’s. “W-why did you do that?!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sebastian rub his temple. “…I feel a headache coming on.”

Dazai’s voice no longer has a song in it. His skin is flushed, his forehead damp, but his tone remains soft and even while his breath begins to fray. “I’m surprised, Arty. I didn’t know you were such a sore loser. You drank it so you wouldn’t have to let Kazuko be alone with me, didn’t you?”

A sore loser is true, but the true loser here is you.

“Perhaps I just wanted to spice things up with her,” Arthur says with a bold smile that makes you shrink back. “Try something new, you know?”

Your hand feels fragile caught in his.

“Ah, not to say I’m bored with our usual activities in the bedroom, of course.”

Of course he wouldn’t, because he’s the one who chooses those activities.

You have to stop this, stop him.

“Arthur!! Listen, you two-” you interject loudly, stomping your foot— “You both need to calm down!”

But the one who isn’t calm now is you. Your composure slips away on every harried breath. All three men turn to look at you and the first time you gain all of their attention.

“You’ll choose me of course, dear?” Arthur says as if there was no other choice.

But on your other side, there is Dazai. “You won’t regret it if you choose me.”

Won’t you!?

The person you don’t pick will suffer symptoms of extreme thirst. It’s torture to a vampire.

Dazai’s easy smile is gone and his brow has furrowed. The pain Sebastian warned you of is already sinking in with each soft pant Dazai tries to mask. He reaches up to his kimono and loosens the neck, trying to make it easier to breath.

And despite the mess you’re in, it hurts you to see him in pain.

(“I didn’t mean to frighten you. It's just... I feel different today.”)

This isn’t his fault.

You bite your lip and turn away from him. Despite the hold he has on you, he lets you go when you pull your hand from his.

And you snatch the bottle of Blanc from Arthur.

“How could you, Arthur?” you demand. “Sebastian just told you Dazai will be in a lot of pain without me!” Your cradle the bottle against your chest lest he try to steal it back and drink the rest of it.

“Why are you so worried about him?” Arthur has the daring to look startled for a beat, but then he laughs. “He can take care of himself.”

Your wrench your hand from Arthur’s grip and stand your ground alone. “So can you.”

With your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you are almost satisfied to see him looking nearly apologetic for once. But it’s too late for that.

(I feel different today too, you think.)

“Don’t be like that. I was just joking! It’s only for an hour. He’ll be fine. Won’t you, old chap?”

There is already fire burning in Arthur’s eyes as he reaches out to take you back into his arms. The tainted Blanc is already working.

You don’t hesitate to take a step back.

And you bump into Dazai. His hand goes to your waist but he asks nothing of you even while his hold is firm. You feel steadied rather than held down. When he breathes you in, he breathes you out, and takes nothing for his own.

“It’s not just for an hour,” you tell Arthur. Your heart is in your throat as you reach behind your back. A quiet gasp interrupts Dazai’s pants as you take his hand in a solid grip.

Dazai’s nose presses against your hair as he leans into you.

Please wait, you beg him.

(“You won’t regret it if you choose me.”)

Please be true, you plead.

“It’s not?” Arthur asks. Your heart threatens to break at his blatant confusion and the worry on his face. He writes for one of the world’s greatest detectives and yet he did not see this coming. The only words he ever wanted to hear were in pursuit of his own story, not yours. “But Sebastian said—”

Maybe the two of you could have sat and talked this out better. Maybe the two of you could have tried harder to make this work. But Arthur enjoyed winning all the games he played and he enjoyed taking what he wanted. What made you think he would put himself second now when it’s always been about him since the very beginning?

“You drank that love potion on your own knowing what would happen, and you can enjoy the effects of it on your own as well. I’m not choosing you, Arthur. Not now and… and not ever again.” You swallow thickly, your mouth dry. “I’ll go with Dazai.”

“You’ll stay with me?” Dazai’s surprise is evident in his voice and, in a delirious moment, the sound of his voice makes you happy with relief.

Arthur’s expression darkens. The look of his lust tainted with anger is a awful sight. “I won’t let you go,” he tells you.

Later you’ll explain why it’s come to this more clearly, but this is the moment where it ends even if he’s not in the right mind to understand.

“I’m sorry, Arthur. But… that’s not up to you anymore.”

It should never have been up to him to begin with.

“You're the type of person who can't abandon someone in trouble. Am I right?” Arthur forces a smile with his palms held up in invitation for you to come to him. “You won’t leave me like this.”

It is a punch to the gut and leaves you winded. The kindness you had shown him out of love now perverted on his tongue, in his eyes, the same way he had perverted your trust in him when he found you reading in his room that terrible day.

It’s only the warmth of Dazai’s hand that reminds you: yes, you can’t abandon someone in trouble.

And right now that person isn’t Arthur.

It’s you.

“Good bye, Arthur.”

  [ ---> Continue to Part Two ]

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[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Unwelcome Job Offer

Series: Reversal||Story: Unwelcome Job Offer Characters: Juudai, Johan||Ship: N/A (though a bit of future Juudai x Johan is implied) Chapters: 1-1||Words: 1,500 Genre: Drama||Rated: G Challenges: Diversity Writing Challenge, C13: roll 2 dice, generate 12 random words, & pick that many words (8) from the list to put into the fic. Notes: Pre-Johan’s capture. That’s all. Summary: Johan gets the worst nightmare of a job offer that one could imagine.

Johan! Johan!

Johan’s eyes opened and he seized for his deck out of instinct. No other alarms rang but he’d heard that call clearly. “Emerald Turtle?”

There wasn’t any sign of his deck’s monsters. Nor did he feel their presence. Only dim starlight lit his room; the four gems, one set into each wall, sat there dull and extinguished.

That wasn’t right. Nothing could end the spells placed on them. He didn’t relax, but shifted upward, eyes shifting from the various pools of shadows. If the Gem Beasts hadn’t called him – and they had, no one could fool him using their voices – then who had?

He hated it being so dark here. That was why he used four gems, to make certain there weren’t any shadows here. Shadows meant him.

Johan opened his mouth to ask the Gem Beasts why they’d awakened him. It couldn’t just be the gems going out. If that were all it was, it could wait until morning.

He never had the chance to speak. A hand snaked around his mouth and pressed against him, keeping him from speaking. A mild, silken voice whispered in his ear.

“Hello, Andersen.”

Haou!

Johan struggled at once, but Haou’s other arm wrapped around his arms, pinning them into place. “Now, now, it’s rude to attempt to hurt a guest. I wouldn’t hurt you if you were my guest.” A cold laugh blew against his ear. “At least not very much. And I assure you, you would like it.” He bent closer. “You’d love it.”

Johan did his best to slam his elbow against Haou’s torso, but that did very little. A firm layer of muscle prevented much damage from being dealt, even without Haou’s familiar helmet and armor. Haou chuckled again, not releasing Johan by so much as a hair’s breadth.

“I’m just visiting. I won’t stay long.”

Johan wasn’t reassured by this. Somehow, Haou had entered his personal quarters, quenched his lights, and crept into Johan’s very own bed.

His stomach churned at the thought and he clamped a mental lid on it. He struggled, but no matter how hard he writhed, Haou’s arms kept him in place.

“Are you done?” Haou murmured. “I’d like to get this taken care of.”

Johan would’ve bitten his hand if he could get his jaws open. He would’ve done anything if he could but Haou’s grip kept him positioned so he couldn’t do much more than useless wiggling.

“I suppose you’re done, then. First, let’s get this out of the way.”

Shadows stirred and something that looked a great deal like a dark hand wrapped around Johan’s, tugging his deck out of there and pulling it out of his reach. Wherever the dark hand took it, Johan couldn’t see it, and that didn’t make him feel even the slightest better.

But Haou started talking. That didn’t help either. “What I wanted to tell you is this: you’re going to lose this little war. I have more forces than you, I have more time than you, and I already control three-quarters of this continent. All the most important resources are mine. I know you know this.”

Johan knew it. He’d known it since he first organized the rebellion and started to receive reports of where and how much food was grown, where the best duelists came from and who they were – they were so lucky to have people like Kaiser on their side – and so much else.

“What you should do is organize your people and surrender to me. All of you, of course, but you in particular.” Haou shifted a little, but didn’t release Johan. More as if he were getting comfortable.

The idea of Haou being comfortable in his bed, Johan wrapped in his arms, nudged Johan just that little bit more towards his stomach revolting. He kept it under control, but only by the thinnest of margins.

“I could use someone like you. You could be my champion. I disposed of the last one not that long ago. Did you ever fight him? I can’t remember. Garam, it was. He started getting out of hand and thought he could challenge me.” Haou chuckled, that frozen breath ghosting into Johan’s ear. “He could challenge me. He just didn’t win.”

Johan remembered Amon Garam. The two of them fought a few times, though never in one of the rings of death. He didn’t think he would miss him, but the way Haou casually disposed of a servant sickened him.

“I can think of other tasks for you as well. But you should know, what I demand of my servants is absolute obedience. When I command, you obey. No arguments. You would get used to it very quickly, I assure you.”

This time Johan managed to shake his head, shoving backwards against Haou. The action didn’t free him, but Haou let loose a quiet sigh that seemed genuinely regretful.

“Still defiant, I see. Still convinced that you can win this war. You can’t. If I have to prove it to you the hard way I will.” His grip tightened. “But not now. I want you to think about this. I can – and will – take you whenever I want you. There’s nothing that you can do about it. Your pretty Gem Beasts can’t help either. I’m sure you’ve noticed I sealed them. I didn’t want them to interrupt our little visit.” Haou now pulled him closer. Johan could feel him breathing. “The seal will be released after I leave. You. Will. Lose. Never, ever forget that.”

Johan shook his head and managed this time to twist far enough away so that he could speak. “If that means I die, then I’d rather die fighting!”

For a moment Haou stared at him, then he chuckled. “But I’m not going to kill you, Johan Andersen. I would never do that. You will be mine. You’re the only one I won’t kill.”

He leaned in, golden eyes gleaming bright. “There are fates worse than death. And I am that fate.”

Between one breath and the next, he vanished, fading into the shadows as if he’d never been there at all. A breath later, light flooded back in, almost blinding Johan even as the voices of the Gem Beasts flooded his mind once more.

Johan’s stomach churned even more, and he darted for the nearest toilet, unable to hold back for another second. The Gem Beasts encircled him, not interfering in his desire to feel normal again, but reassuring him of their presence and safety.

We have to leave here. If he can get in, it’s not safe.

He stumbled back to his room, heart racing, entire body feeling as if he’d been dunked into sticky filth. He needed more than a few minutes of vomiting to make himself clean again, not after this violation of his space.

But with that initial spewing over with, he did his best to caress each Gem Beast, eager to reassure himself that they were all right.

“We are,” Amethyst Cat promised him. “He just kept us from coming out or even talking to you.”

Johan closed his eyes and sank down into his chair. He refused to even look at the bed right now. He wouldn’t sleep for a week, he knew. No time for relaxation.

He’s… not wrong. He does have more forces than we do. And most of the farmers and herders are in his territory. We have to steal most of what we can get.

It wasn’t like that elsewhere, though. He vividly remembered where he’d come from, the third largest continent of the world. If he could get back there, then perhaps they could make alliances there. They could have more warriors. More spellcasters, more healers, more tacticians.

More people who’d be able to help.

Maybe even someone who might know the answer to the most raging, burning question of his life, the question he’d had to put on hold because running a rebellion where people’s lives were at risk meant a bit more right now.

Where were Yubel and Rune? Sometimes he thought he came close to forgetting what they looked like, which hurt more because they both shared his face.

Not now, he told himself, refusing to let himself think too hard about the loss of his siblings. Or maybe they’d lost him. He’d never quite figured out which way it should go.

First he gathered fresh clothes and headed to the nearest bathing area. First to wash off the mental filth that came from being held by Haou. Then time to double-check the defenses and find a new place to move everyone to, preferably one that Haou wouldn’t know anything about. If Haou could get into his quarters, then who knew what else he could do.

Once that was taken care of, time to start sending messengers to the far distant realms. He didn’t care what Haou had to say. They weren’t even close to losing this war and he would never surrender.

The End

Notes: Almost done with this set of Reversal AU stories. Also, the random words I put in here were: violation, clean, relaxation, helmet, lid, mild, certain, & normal.

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THE REYLO FANFICTION ANTHOLOGY ST. VALENTINE’S DAY LOVE FEST

This year, to celebrate St. Valentine’s Day, we wanted to show the Reylo Writing Community a little bit of love by hosting a Reylo Fanfiction St. Valentine’s Day Love Fest.

We will accept recommendations for this project until the end of February.  You can find details about how to submit a recommendation to the project here.

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REYLO COMMUNITY RECOMMENDATIONS

i wonder if our future was written in our past by TheVeryLastValkyrie

Summary: He's the one in the fear chair, but Rey's still afraid of the dark.

Recommendation by @aliensamba: A TFA what-if fanfic that is evocative and filled with the tension that characterizes Rey and Kylo Ren's connection. Although I usually don't prefer fanfic written in first POV, this is the exception because I think Rey's voice is spot-on.

Stolen Hearts by Trish47

Summary: As the Judge of Souls, Rey weighs humans' hearts to assign their fates. When an imposing man who goes by Kylo Ren shows up without a heart, Rey seizes the chance to solve a mystery that threatens the universe. Returning to the mortal world together, Rey and Kylo rush to find his murderer and restore balance.

Recommendation by @liminal-zone: “In my best Stefon voice: This fic has everything. Immersive worldbuilding, thoughtful exploration of mythology, the fiercest Rey you’ll ever read, a tortured Kylo who makes you own heart ache, a wrenching romance, a thrilling adventure, devastating consequences. Read it and beg her to post the rest of it (spoilers, the finish is better than you could EVER imagine).”

Everlast by Tiara_of_Sapphires

Summary: He was her lost love, but everything had changed. Everything had changed, except for her.

Recommendation by @kuresoto: “I may be biased because I'm beta-ing this atm but this concept is truly unique and amazing! It's a canon compliant (to an extent) fic with a twist, delving into different ideas about the Force. Rey is an immortal being of the Force who lost her love (Ben) many hundreds of years before TFA. Just imagining how she will react when she sees him again on Takodana has me giddy for updates!”

Sons of the First Order by ColliderOfHadron

Summary: Six months after the Battle of Crait, Hux overthrows Kylo and puts him on trial, but not everything goes to plan. In the space of 24 hours, the lives of both men are turned upside down and their hatred for each other reaches new levels. Will Rey manage to save Kylo? Will Kylo throttle Hux before the day's through, and just who's stirring up so much trouble aboard the Finalizer?

Recommendation by @shewhospeakswiththunder: “I LOVE this characterization of Hux. His actions are central to the narrative, and everything from his interactions with others to the contents of his bedroom are alternately hilarious and deeply sad. Besides that, this is such a fun romp through an alternate ending to the canon trilogy, and I've enjoyed every chapter.”

RFFA WRITERS SELF RECOMMENDATIONS

Kiss or Kill by paynesgrey

Summary: After successfully stealing medical supplies from the First Order, Rey waits for Kylo Ren to meet her, and she hopes she can show him the future she sees.

“I like this because it's set up to be a one-off, not a long story of progression of their relationship but more like a resolution to their sexual tension that carried over from the movies. They are still at odds, but even in their fighting they can't bring themselves to defeat one or the other. Instead they give into raw, carnal desire and end things with more hope in their future. If readers would like a quick, resolution of sexual tension this is that kind of story.”

alone (i can still see your face) by bittersnake

Summary: Words cut deeper than swords

“This was the first fic I wrote post-TLJ? Pre-TLJ, I had a hard time grasping Rey's voice and inner self, but this fic was the first time I felt I was getting a better grasp on her and her voice. ALSO HANDHOLDING.”

Illuminate by Lizzen

Summary: There’s a rip in the galaxy opening up to a parallel universe much darker than its mirror, and a familiar face emerges with an insidious agenda. Rey and Kylo meet again to challenge the oncoming darkness and find a strength together against all odds. (Post-TLJ)

“Odile saunters onto the stage and into Prince Siegfried's heart, her intentions wicked. Now let’s see the same scene transposed with Reylo, and complicate it with adventure, gangsters, hijinks, romance, and a longing that rips through the known cosmos. I loved spinning this web, and would love love love for others to fall newly in love with Rey and Kylo again as they read this story.”

Wish Upon A Candle by MissCoppelia

Summary: Rey Jackson is sick of the world and ready to end her life until she meets a haunted candle and her world turns upside down.

“I usually come up with some of my best ideas in dreams, and this fic is one of those ideas. It deals with a lot of tough stuff, but I love the dreamy, surreal, magical quality of it. I think it's one of the sweetest, most hopeful fics I've ever written.”

#reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #rffa writers #reylo fanfiction #valentine's day love fest #love fest list #mod post #photo edit

[btstaejimin]

Desire or Comfort? (Jimin and Taehyung Angst)

Hey guys, 

I haven’t posted any original content for a while, but recently I have reconnected with a friend who is also an ARMY as a result of me sksksksk ^^. She managed to get me to write up my personal dreams in the form of an imagine/fanfic. While also encouraging me to post them, this is my first ever smut post(well first chapter is suggestive, second and third chapters though... oh hunny ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

I apologise for being MIA for the last year or so, I’m currently in my second year of university... ya girl is getting old T_T. I think I started this blog back in 2015 when I was a year into being an ARMY, I was very active and then exams were around the corner and I just focused on reblogging content from blogs dedicated to BTS. Anyway enough rambling. I’ve written 3 chapters so far (we all know I prefer one-shots cos I'm lazy heh), but if the first one does well I’ll post the other two. Hope you enjoy xx

(A/N: Apologies my writing style might’ve changed a lil bit xx)

Warnings: Smut(in future chapters), Adultery... and Angst heheh

Word Count: 3984 

Part 2

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                                                       Chapter 1

                                                                -

It had been 2 and half years since he seized the opportunity to step past the friendship boundary I had created. Though I was in love with him, I was okay with watching him from afar. Our friendship started off with a rare opportunity I came across.

You see I was a freelancer, a teacher in the day and anything in the evening to make extra money on the side. Though most of my jobs were either being a runner on set, makeup artist or hair stylist or even a cleaner. My passion was photography. Non-profit projects were often funded by my side jobs, luckily enough one of the works I did, managed to be viewed by an assistant whom worked for a popular boy band. At the time, I was unaware of their popularity but I did appreciate their music.

Through word of mouth, I managed to work on set at a shoot with the said boy band, and later on, was gifted the opportunity to work full time with their team. I was intrigued by the shortest boy of the group, his skin was fair as snow, ebony hair and hooded eyes that could trap your soul if you were not careful. He was living beauty at its most divine. His looks were intimidating until he smiled, that domineering feeling vanished once she showcased his pearly whites with pride.  His name was Park Jimin. He was the reason for the sins I proceeded to commit, though aware of the consequences.

It was innocent at first, he was one of the seven boys that continued to captivate me without ease. Though he was the most enchanting to me, there was another that did not fail to make me question my sanity. He was tall, shoulders as broad as a door frame, lashes that aided in losing yourself in his uneven brown eyes, fingers slender yet gentle, his rectangular smile would make your heart flutter to the point you forgot how to breathe. He too played a role in my confusion between my heart and my loins. Kim Taehyung. That devil bastard, ruined everything in one simple moment of weakness.

In the first year of working for the seven talented boys, I amassed deep connections to a select few, though I was on good terms with all the handsome men, a select few proceeded to play with my heartstrings as though I was a harp and they were beginner harpists whom they’d break in till they learned every inch of the instrument.

I was like putty in their hands, anything they asked for, I’d do, but their smiles were enough reward for my sore legs. After eight months, Jimin decided to seize the opportunity into asking me on a date.

His hair now blonde, cascaded effortlessly across his forehead, lips plump and rosy, he begun..

“Let me take you out to eat sometime, Y/N” he insisted.

His hand found the small of his neck while he shun his teeth through his thick lips.

‘*Sigh* .. I hate when he does that... Why does he have to do that?’ I thought as I felt my face flush with crimson

‘If I just play dumb and say sure as friends, then maybe, he’ll catch on’

It's not that I did not want to date him, but over time as I stood next to him or remotely near the piece of artwork, I was reminded of my insignificance and how much I didn’t deserve to be even breathing the same air as something so beautifully breath-taking.

“Yeah, let's go get some spicy rice cakes or something, it’s important for friends to hang out” I exclaimed brushing past him to the practice room where all the other boys were waiting.

Though I recall that moment being very awkward, it didn’t stop him.

He followed me into the room, making his presence known.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean as friends, I want to date you, for goodness sakes!” He spoke with haste.

The room did not fail to submerge me in ‘oooh’s’ and ‘ahhhh’s’ and ‘wooo’s’. I was drowning, not only in embarrassment, but fear.

He was something I wasn’t deserving nor worthy of, he was someone whom was my forever person, but things took a turn for the worst in our second year of being together.

Things became dull, overfamiliar and repetitive. We both were undeniably uncomfortable in an environment we labelled to be a place of comfort.

Overtime, it created an issue with his best friend Taehyung, as I often found myself indulging in his company to escape the blandness, I called my lover.

Jimin hated the way I smiled so often around Taehyung, the way he was able to change my body language just through entering the room. He was jealous, and I was ignorant to it. We both found comfort in other things, unfortunately for him, my comfort was found in the other members.

Jungkook, the youngest of the seven managed to find my portfolio of old works and had asked to accompany me on one of my projects, he was the only one who knew about my passion, he was respectful, humble and willing to learn. He had helped me on set that day, our bond became stronger through our mutual interest. After arriving at the dorm that evening, Jungkook continued to discuss possible concepts to explore in my work till he stumbled upon an idea.

“Considering, you’ve been doing minimal projects lately, I’m guessing you’re suffering from mild artist block?” He hummed leaning his head to one side while lifting the corner of his mouth.

“How did you know?” My eyes widened from the sudden intrigue.

“Mmm, you don’t seem yourself lately, I mean we’ve known you for 3 and a half years, yet only 3 months ago did I find your portfolio while you were cleaning out your apartment”

The young man decided to take it upon himself to read me like a book?

I wasn’t offended, more confused, I’d be lying if I said I was myself lately, but with the current tension with Jimin, I never had time to plan projects as I was always preoccupied with my growing concern for our relationship.

“Ahhh, photography is like my little secret you see, it's my guilty pleasure, I don’t really like sharing my work with others” I smiled faintly.

“I see, but your works are beautiful, they are something to be showcased, you know Taehyung is into photography too” He chimed.

Speak of the devil, the handsome figure walked into the open planned kitchen with nothing but slacks, a beanie and a long sleeve t-shirt hanging from his frame. Bastard. He was so effortlessly attractive and he knew it.

“What’s this I hear about photography?” He cheeks balled up as he poured himself a glass of water.

“Hyung, did you know Y/N is a photographer? She refuses to be credited for her works though.” He turned to the older male.

Taehyung stopped drinking, and in that moment, I felt the piercing eyes of the male search for my soul.

“No, I had no idea” He whispered, I could almost taste the betrayal he felt from the string of words, he let slip from his lips.

My head remained low as I searched the cupboards for something to eat.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?, I thought we were close.” He spoke, looking for my eyes.

“I don’t know, it never came up, so I never got around to telling you.” I shrugged.

“But how come Kook knows?” He took a seat at the island, crossing his arms.

“Oh, that’s my fault, Hyung. I went to her apartment while she was cleaning and found her portfolio” He spoke.

The air was thick, I wasn’t exactly sure why, possibly because Taehyung felt left out of the loop, but even Jimin didn’t know much about my hobby, only that I take pictures on occasion.

For that moment, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

“I have an idea, since you’re suffering from a block, how about we flip roles, you be the subject and I am the photographer” Jungkook jumped up from his stool, excited from the prospect.

“How about I pick a place personal to me and then the concept I come up with, you have to recreate as the photographer and me as the subject?” He added.

“Umm, I don’t know Kook, I’ve never been the subject before, I’m much more comfortable behind the camera, I mean its a good idea bu-“

“I’m in” Taehyung cut.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“I’ve always wanted to shoot you Y/N, I’ve told you time and time again, that you should model or something, but you never listen to me, this would be a great opportunity, to switch roles and stimulate your creativity!” He answered while Kook nodded his head in agreement.

“I don’t wan-“

“I want to join in too” A voice spoke from behind the nearest wall.

“I mean she is my girlfriend after all, plus I’d get to spend some quality time with her” Jimin smiled.

“I didn’t sign up for this, I don’t want to” I hissed.

“I mean you owe us an explanation about this deep-rooted hobby so this is a nice way out of it and its beneficial to all of us” Taehyung demanded, eyes dark as he stood from the island.

“We’ll let you know what we plan to do, just keep the next two weeks free for us” Taehyung spoke once more, turning his back to me while lifting his hand as he left the kitchen.

-

The time had come where I’d be the subject of the boys eyes, though I didn’t want to, the more I thought about it the more I convinced myself that this was an opportunity for new inspiration. With most things Taehyung requested to do things first, in this instance it wasn’t an exception either.

He had planned to take me to Daegu, his home city and place of origin and birth, he had always been proud of his dialect more than others. Yet, something seemed off with him, he had requested to have me for 5 of the 14 days I was told to keep free.

Why would he need 5 days for a simple photoshoot?

As we began walking through the local market, he began

“To put it simply Y/N, the boys and I decided we would have to do 3 concepts with you each, I got the most amount of days because we will be going to Japan for two of them, the other three we shall be in Daegu” he sung while spinning on his heel with hands stretched out.

“I didn’t agree to go to Japan for this stupid project! I’m going home!” This was a bad idea, I didn’t want to be a pain but my gut was telling me being alone with Tae was dangerous enough in itself, but being abroad with him.. I don’t know whether I’d be able to control my hormones around him, the sexual tension was high enough in itself. The prospect of something so romantic could jeopardise my relationship with Jimin.

He was quick yet firm to grab my wrist while pulling it up to a 90-degree angle parallel to my face.

Stopping me before I could find my way back to the train station.

“Hey, I already booked our tickets with the help of Jimin, it’s too late to go back now”

What... why would Jimin give him my passport and other details so easily if he detests our closeness?

Was he testing me? Or did he genuinely trust me?

-

The first shoot with Taehyung was awkward, seeing him crouched in different positions to find the angle he wanted was intimidating, I hated myself for how I admired his passion, the white shirt he wore showcased his collarbones and abnormally muscular neck. All I could think about was how his skin felt while he pranced around his chosen studio, showing me his body in all angles.

Taehyung appreciated the simpler things in his photography, he had always had an eye for vintage cameras. He’d always exclaim how he like capturing moments and snippets in time loops when it came to scenic pictures. However, with subjects he found it difficult to explore ideas as he appreciated candid shots. The first shoot took place in a modern yet minimalistic studio. Choosing soft fabrics such as satin and cotton, against a white background, mostly using the natural sunlight to capture his shots.

“Y/N, this shoot is about capturing you in your most innocent state, I want you to be vulnerable but willing” He hummed.

“Tae, what do you mean willing?” I questioned.

“I mean, as in willing to learn, I want you to be vulnerable but open-minded to the prospect of exploring a relationship” He demanded.

Yeah, Taehyung was never good at conveying what he wanted from others.

“Okay, let me give you context, you have just come out of a difficult relationship, you meet this guy, he is genuine and he makes you excited, but you are reluctant” He explained.

“Okay, I’m following...” I replied.

“Right, now I want you to be open-minded to the prospect of exploring a relationship with this new guy” He smiled.

At the time, I should’ve realised where he was going with this concept, however, I was too caught up in the moment of feeling oddly vulnerable in front of the camera. I didn’t like it, so I tried to convey what was asked of me so I could return to my comfort zone. Taehyung had made it a point to keep my face natural and the set minimal.

-

“Tae, what’s the general theme of your shoots?” I asked while packing up his equipment.

“Hmmm, I want to achieve three images of you in your rawest form” he hummed while folding the sheets.

“Any particular reason why?”

“I think that’s when you are the most beautiful” He showcased his boxy smile, making my heart flutter for a moment.

I felt guilty as I paused to watch the tall figure move around the studio so gracefully, I wanted to embrace him yet kick him at the same time. He knew I was with his best friend, yet he proceeded to taunt me like this?

“Ha ha, so cringey, anyway I’m going to give Jimin a call” I spoke sarcastically, quickly removing myself from the tension he caused.

Rapidly searching for Jimin in my contacts, I wanted to hear his voice, I needed to hear it, to keep me grounded! I needed to be reminded of the difference between love and lust.

“Jagiya, I miss you” I spoke. [Jagiya=Honey, sweetie, love]

“How’s Tae?” Chim asked.

Odd. Instead of responding to me, he’s concerned about Taehyung.

“He’s well I guess, you could call him if you’d like” I hissed.

“I will, I’ll see you soon”

“Yah! If you dare hang up on me Park Jimin, you’ll have another thing coming” I shouted.

“Like what?” He questioned snidely.

I hung up, his sass was too much for me right now, if anything that call pushed me even further away from him.

“Everything alright?” Taehyung was quick to attend my bruised ego.

I debated making a snide remark about his best friend but the prospect of showing Tae the cracks in what was left of my relationship would hurt what was left of my pride.

“Yeah, I’m going to back to then bnb to have a nap, I’m quite tired after today” I whispered.

“What? No! its only 2pm Y/N, you promised you’d let me show you my home city!” He pleaded.

“Yah, Taehyung-ah.. I’m not in the mood, with you being all happy around me will just make me feel guilty!”

“You argued with Jimin didn’t you.” That boy could see right through me. I didn’t realise how transparent I truly was.

“I did not.”

“You did, you’re so obvious” He sighed.

“And wha-“

In moments, I felt the boy’s strong arms wrap around my torso, pulling me into his embrace. He hot breath dispersed across my scalp. Why? Just why did he have to touch me? He was contributing to the cracks in my relationship. I felt responsible for putting my guard down.

He was the puppeteer to my heartstrings, and I was the idiot allowing myself to be played.

“It’s okay, you can cry. I’m here, I’m always here.” He spoke, placing his chin on the crown of my scalp.

My ears were pressed against his broad chest, his heart was steady and calm.

“Taehyung. I don’t mean to be rude, but can you let go of me” I said brazenly.

“uh?”

I pushed myself away from the figure. I already felt bad for being close friends to the boy, but the tension he was causing within every dynamic I shared with the boys and myself was becoming unhealthy.

-

The second shoot with Taehyung took place in a studio filled with heaps of flowers.

“This is the second stage of your new relationship, you’re blossoming, figuratively and literally” he skipped searching for flowers to encase my body in.

“Imagine that this is a new chapter of your life, better yet a new volume, you’re a new person and this guy brings the best out of you”

At this point, I should’ve seen what was coming, but I was still offended by Jimin’s disregard for my being and feelings, he was purposely being spiteful because he was bitter.

“Ah, one second, Jimin’s calling me” He laughed.

Wow. They are both bastards. I’d half expect Taehyung would not pick up, but I’d also hope that Jimin would contact me back first.

“Jimin told me to tell you that you should unblock him”

Oh, I forgot... I am quite irrational when I’m irritated.

“He also said that he is sorry, and that he misses you”

Suspicious, why would Jimin provide any insight into our relationship when he detests the fact that I, too am close to his beloved Taehyung.

“Ok” Is what I chose to reply with, possibly because I wanted to be an asshole, but also because I refused to show any ounce of emotion to all parties concerned.

-

Before I knew it, I was on a plane to Japan. Sitting next to someone whom was beautiful even when they were drooling. Taehyung had always been irritating due to the sole fact that, that boy could be dressed in a bin bag and he’d still look like a model.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that while I sleep, I’m assuming you’re giving me permission to do the same?” He spoke with his eyes still closed.

That cocky bastard, he had eyes at the side of his head now too?

“Oh no, I was just admiring the string of drool that’s hanging from your chin” I hissed, turning my head to face the seat in front of me.

Hastily, the boy wiped his string of saliva with the back of his hand. Classy.

-

I refused to speak to Jimin till I had landed back in SK. Taehyung and I were booked to be in Japan for 2 and a half days after all, might as well make the most of it, right?

Wrong. That’s where I committed the sinniest sin amongst sins. [not an actual word, but in this instance... is a word]

Japan was beautiful, Taehyung seemed to have perfectly timed such a trip, or it was due to his sheer luck. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was based on luck, due to his undeniably beautiful features and personality to pair.

Sakura. The season of cherry blossoms gracing the country. Taehyung had booked a hotel in Kyoto, his demeanour changed the moment we checked in at the hotel. Something sinister yet determined, became evident in his actions.

-

This hotel had a bath that emulated that of the hot springs famous around Japan. He had me dressed in nothing but a large white shirt. I felt even more vulnerable than I did in the first shoot. I’d hope I wouldn’t have to be in the bath. If I had known what would’ve happened after the shoot, I would’ve protested.

“Y/N, I know this seems outrageous, but I promise you that this is only in sight of our project, I want you to submerge yourself in the water” [water is wet]

“I want you to be completely wet, this is the last stage of your relationship blossoming, you don’t have to feign innocence, you can allow your body to be possessed by lust in its rawest from”

“I’m not going to judge you nor scrutinise you, but I want you to look at the camera as though you’re seeing Jimin naked for the first time” He sang to me.

He was playing a dangerous game, I was only wearing that t-shirt and a pair of knickers, didn’t he know that the material would cling to every orifice of my body. What was he playing at exactly?

“Umm, I don’t feel comfortable with doing that, Tae” I spoke stepping into the mist filled tub.

“Just do it Y/N” He demanded.

“Show me your sensual side, show me what else there is to you” He pleaded.

Was he talking to be directly or figuratively? Or both?

“Taehyu-“

“Seriously, we flew all the way here for you to do this?”

I found myself almost completely submerged under, leaving but my nose to forehead above water.

“You’ve done this for me twice already! I just want to see the real you, okay?” He reassured the knots in my stomach, that this was for art. If I should part-take in such a project, I should at least commit completely.

The transparent liquid aided in adjusting my nerves, it was warm and comforting, I just needed to use my imagination to give the shots that was required of me.

I began posing in ways that were foreign to me, mostly using my eyes to envelope Tae into a façade that appeared real, yet was entirely fake.

I wanted to take him, he was my muse in that moment. I was not making love to the camera, I was making lust to him. He was cruel to put me in such a compromising predicament, but to his surprise, I did not falter at the task at hand.

-

Moments passed and we were finished with his project.

“Wow, that was beautiful” He said in awe as he looked back at some of his prized shots while I continued to sway in the liquid.

He placed his camera in a dry place, reaching for the nearest towel.

Reaching for my hand, he aided in helping me out of the safe haven. I realised later that my skin was visible through the saturated material. Nipples apparent and erect. His eyes darkened before me as he wrapped the cotton cloth around my frame. Pulling me closer, he looked down on me with eyes that had a motive.

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do”

Before I could speak, I felt pressure against my lips. Soft, subtle even pressure, against my lips. He was cruel. I found myself melting into his mouth, wanting more than just a chaste kiss. His firm hands snaked around my hips, allowing the cloth to fall at our feet. Gripping tightly, I yelped, earning him access to explore my moist cavern. Knots found their way into my abdomen. I was excited as a thick fog claimed my vision.

In that moment, I did not give Jimin a second thought. It had been so long since I’d be touched like this, felt wanted like this. Taehyung respected my space, time and individualism. He was enticing, comforting and appreciative. God, he was a bastard for that.

#bts #bts reaction #bts scenarios #bts taehyung #bts angst #BTS jimin #BTS jungkook #bts maknae line #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts photography #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan scenarios #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan scouts #bangtan scenario #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts imagination #BTS jin #bts jhope #bts jealous #bts jungguk #bts hoseok #bts hope #bts hobi #bts yoongi #BTS suga

[thelanternwielder]

Too Late - a Monsuno Fanfic

Author’s note:

Yes, you read the title correctly. I finally wrote fanfiction for Monsuno. This is the first time I ever attempted to write fanfiction. I tried to write it in a way that you could get the gist of the story even if you have never watched an episode of Monsuno.

CW for entire story: Abuse and character death (the chapters those elements appear in are tagged)

Edit 2018/01/02: Part Two can be found >>here<<.

Tell me what you think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

The sound of keys on keyboard being pressed faintly resonated throughout the aircraft, with an odd tap that had more of a metallic timbre to it.

Everyone on board had gone to bed, except for one.

The source of the tapping came from the ship’s control room. The room itself was large and empty. There were seats near the onboard computer, pushed aside.

The room was lit with the computer’s massive screen. On it were strange maps and satellite images.

Standing before the screen was an old butler. His grey, tired eyes darted to all parts of the screen. Despite it being so late, he was still in his uniform: his tuxedo with a purple bowtie and a backpack-like contraption that gave him two extra robotic arms. The metallic claws hung over his head as he typed away, occasionally moving to press a distant key.

“Where are you?” he mumbled, glancing at the time.

It was 12:04am.

Suddenly, the butler felt a pain in his head. A dull headache.

He stopped typing and rubbed his forehead.

“Blasted headache!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

The headaches had been coming and going for the past month. They were a nuisance, but he didn’t think too much of it.

There were far more pressing issues to worry about than a silly headache.

He went back to typing, slightly slowed. His eyes, again, darted around the screen, scanning all the images as quickly as possible. He looked down to find a key.

He looked to his right.

There was a hand leaning on the console.

The butler followed the black sleeve with his eyes.

There was a person leaning against the console, wearing a long black jacket with red epaulettes. He was bald and had a short beard. He was intensely analysing the screen.

The butler stepped back in start.

“Oh, hello Doctor,” he said, taking a breath, “I didn’t hear you come in”.

The Doctor looked at him and stood up tall.

The butler continued, “Really Sir, you’re becoming more and more like a phantom as time passes. And I have noticed, if you pardon the criticism,” the Doctor raised an eyebrow, “that you have become lax with the time.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Hargrave?” the Doctor asked with disgust. His voice seemed to fill the room with menacing grandeur whenever he spoke.

The butler cleared his throat.

“You said the last time you were here that you would come no later than midnight,” he saw that it was 12:08am, “Last time you came you were meant to arrive at ten to twelve at night but instead came at midnight. And this has been going on since your nocturnal visits began! What is going on?”

The Doctor was taken aback. He wasn’t used to being criticised, especially by his butler. Anger began to simmer inside him.

Hargrave wasn’t finished.

“Besides, why exactly are you even coming here at night? You can come during the day. I mean, the rest of the team miss you. Maybe if they saw – “

“Hargrave!” the Doctor boomed. He glared at the butler. He was breathing heavily, with every breath seething with indignation.

Hargrave seized up. His robot arms recoiled, as if they were part of his body. He knew that look and that rage all too well.

The Doctor approached him, their bodies now mere centimetres of each other. The height difference between the two men became apparent as the Doctor was breathing down on Hargrave. The butler knew that he wasn’t tall, but he felt even smaller than before.

The Doctor leaned in closer, right in Hargrave’s face.

“Do you dare to question me?” the Doctor spat at him.

The butler braced himself. He knew that if he said anything, things would only get worse. He stood there completely still.

“I asked you a question. ANSWER ME!”

Hargrave flinched. He was trying his hardest to not show any emotion, a task made even more difficult when his heart was racing.

He reluctantly and meekly replied, “Yes.”

He looked down at the ground as the Doctor leaned back. The Doctor regarded him with abhorrence.

“You’ve lost your faith in me.”

Hargrave looked up at him aghast, taking a few steps backwards.

“Lost faith? Absolutely not! Such a thing is inconceivable, sir!” he stammered, “I find your most recent actions, well, disturbing. I do not know of what you scheme, nor do I know where you go. As your butler, your safety is my top priority.”

“Enough!”

Hargrave tensed up again.

The Doctor said, “No one need to know what I am doing. Everything will become clear when the time is right. Now, I do not want to hear another question from you about this ever again. Understand?”

“Yes Sir,” the butler bowed obediently.

“Good.”

The Doctor walked back to the screen, looking at the images again. Hargrave sighed with relief. His robot arms seemed to relax with the rest of his body. He was expecting it to be worse than that. Sometimes, the Doctor becomes violent during his tirades. Every so often, he lashes out, mostly with words but he has been more physical in the past. The worst the butler had experienced was when he was locked in a room with the Doctor’s Monsuno.

Monsunos were giant monsters created from mixing a glowing alien essence (appropriately called Monsuno essence) with animal DNA and rocks. They rest within a small hourglass-shaped container made from a light metal and glass called a Monsuno core. When the core is thrown, the monster is released and can stay out until either eight minutes are up or when it is defeated.

Hargrave was just learning how to use the Monsuno the Doctor created for him when he was locked in that room. He wasn’t completely defenceless against the bear-like monstrosity. He was able to deflect some attacks with his robotic arms long enough to figure out how to launch his core.

He shuddered at the memory, blinking back to the present.

“So, Hargrave,” the Doctor began, leaning against the computer console.

“Yes, sir?” Hargrave walked to the screen.

The Doctor stepped back, crossing his arms.

“You haven’t found the perfect location yet, have you?”

“Er, not really,” Hargrave began to type again, “There are surprisingly few plateaus in Mandala, sir. And the only location that really fits what you are looking for is in the Lowlands.”

A top down satellite image of an orange desert with few plateaus was brought up onto the screen. Hargrave looked at his master for approval.

The Doctor grunted, “There’re not nearly high enough.”

“I was afraid you would say that.”

Hargrave began to move the map away from the plateaus to a small hole in the middle of the desert. The Doctor looked at him with a blank expression.

“In other news, I did find one of our old bases. A mere shell of its former self, of course,” Hargrave turned to the Doctor and smiled cautiously, “Do you remember those times? Before you decided to partner with the Forge Resistance. Before you investigated cloning. Before you considered hiring anyone else. When it was the two of us. Us against the world.”

The butler had a wistful expression. He remembered back to when they first founded their little team: Team Eklipse. It was just the Doctor, him and an armada of robots. The Doctor used to create Monsunos as part of his research. He would sell the unwanted ones in the black market. The money was used to continue his research into creating the ultimate weapon. Hargrave admired the Doctor’s intelligence and ambition. He also admired how utterly brutal his master could be to anyone who got in their way of world domination. He was the Doctor’s right-hand man and he never wanted that to change.

He missed those times, especially since they partnered with the Forge Resistance. They were a group of outlaws who were known for their steampunk aesthetic and cybernetic Monsunos. They wanted a world of anarchy and destruction. This seemed contrary to the Doctor’s desires to the butler. He couldn’t see how the two groups could possibly cooperate, but they were. Somehow, the Doctor and the leader of the Forge Resistance, Professor Tallis, found some common ground and were working closely together. There were now two leaders in the group. Hargrave felt like a third wheel as a result.

The Doctor’s expression was still blank.

“Times have changed, Hargrave.”

The butler turned back to the screen, crestfallen. His robot arms drooped slightly. The Doctor moved to his right.

“We needed help taking over the world,” the Doctor explained, “We were being outmatched at every confrontation by our enemies. Now, since we are allied with Forge, we can use their resources and manpower.”

Hargrave turned his head slightly towards the Doctor. He knew what his master meant. One of their enemies, S.T.O.R.M., was an elite government-supported army whose aim was to quash any unauthorised Monsuno activity. Being an army, they had more weapons, more Monsuno and more firepower than the two could ever dream of. They recently allied with another enemy: Team Core-Tech. Team Core-Tech consisted of five children armed with Monsunos. One of the children was the son of a colleague the Doctor previously worked with. He deemed the Doctor to be mad with power and attempted to dissuade future research. Consequently, fighting Team Core-Tech was a far more personal matter than fighting S.T.O.R.M. Ironically, the children were the bigger threat of the two, due to the sheen number of times they have stopped the Doctor’s plans.

Hargrave asked softly, “And what of your plan of becoming a Monsuno Sapien?”

A wicked grin spread across the Doctor’s face. He placed his hand on the butler’s shoulder. Hargrave barely could feel his hand. It was weightless.

The Doctor emitted a dark chuckle.

“That was never off the table,” he whispered, “Merely put on hold. But no more.”

A small twisted smile appeared on Hargrave face.

“And the plateau is part of your brilliant scheme?”

“Of course!”

Hargrave turned back to the screen with a wicked spark in his eyes. The Doctor took his hand off the butler’s shoulder, stepped back and began to watch. Hargrave’s heart fluttered at the possibility of a new insane evil plan, like the ones of the past.

“I shall find you the highest plateau in Mandala, Doctor!” he declared with gusto.

He hammered the keys faster than before. Dozens of images and maps flashed onto the screen.

The Doctor watched with content. Soon he could go back to researching how he could combine human DNA with Monsuno essence. He had seen it been done once before on one of his enemies after an explosion (a “happy accident”, in his words). The result was a teal, monkey-like goliath, smaller but stronger than any other Monsuno. He called it a Monsuno Sapien. He yearned for that kind of power to pump through him, to dominate anyone who dared to challenge him. And after his transformation, he would command an army of Monsunos to take over the world, starting with Mandala.

But he needed a high plateau first, for reasons only known to him.

Meanwhile, two of the crewmembers were up and wandering about in their pyjamas.

One was an extremely tall man with messy spiked black hair and a streak of madness in his eyes. He held a Monsuno core with a brick red glow in his hand, using it as a kind of lantern. The other was not as tall and disgruntled about being woken up at this hellish hour. He wore a thick orange headband to keep his long brown hair off his eyes. The tall one was leading the way in the dark.

“There better be a good reason as to why you’ve woken me up, Dom,” growled the guy with the headband.

The tall man giggled with his high-pitched voice, “Pretty tells me that he’s doing it again, Drezz.”

Dom always calls his Monsunos ‘Pretty’.

“Who’s doing what again?”

Dom paused and turned to Drezz with an unsettling smile.

“You’ll see. Just follow me and be quiet.”

He sped off again. Drezz continued to follow reluctantly. He was still adjusting to Dom’s odd idiosyncrasies. He had to. They were stuck together ever since his leader, Professor Tallis, decided to ally with Dom’s leader, Doctor Klipse. The two groups, Forge Resistance and Team Eklipse, haphazardly combined to become Eklipse Resistance. It was strange to have two leaders.

But nowhere near as strange as Dom Pyro. Drezz was thoroughly convinced that Dom was completely mental. Dom talks to his Monsuno and acts as if it responds. Aside from his eccentricity, he really could understand his Monsuno whenever it ‘spoke’ to him. And he was able to sense when other Monsunos were ‘speaking’.

Some individuals, like him, were born with this psychic ability and can sense a Monsuno’s aura. Unlike him, most who had this ability were completely unaware of it, and of Monsunos for that matter.

“Where are we going?” Drezz asked.

Dom hushed him and gestured to come closer. Drezz, still confused, obeyed. They were in the hallway leading to the airship’s control room. A tapping sound came from the room. Dom pointed to the room with subdued glee. He then used his hand to cover his core’s light. The men peered into the control room. They saw Hargrave was at the computer, with images rapidly appearing and disappearing on the large screen. Drezz shot Dom a puzzled look. He knew that, ever since Dr Klipse and Six (the fourth member of Team Eklipse) went missing a month ago, Hargrave had been staying up late to look for them using the main computer.

Dom whispered, “Wait for it.”

Drezz looked back at Hargrave, still in the dark.

Hargrave threw a picture of a cliff in a clear patch of a rainforest onto the screen. He looked at his master. His master had a neutral expression.

“I know it’s a cliff and not a plateau, sir, but hear me out.”

The butler paused, waiting for permission to continue. The Doctor nodded as a signal to keep going.

“Well, I was thinking,” Hargrave said measuredly, “since you want a high flat piece of land and all of the plateaus I’ve come across aren’t nearly tall enough, this cliff would be a viable alternative.”

“Is it flat?” the Doctor interrupted harshly.

Hargrave hesitated, “It has a gentle incline.”

The Doctor walked up to the screen to scrutinise the picture.

“There’s not nearly enough space.”

“Perhaps we could cut down some of the trees,” Hargrave suggested.

The Doctor glared at him. The butler sheepishly laughed.

“I’ll keep looking then,” he turned back to the computer.

He went back to typing. Tap tap tap.

Drezz turned to Dom again, looking concerned.

“How long has this been going on?” he whispered.

Dom looked at Drezz with a cheeky smirk. He had been trying to contain his laughter.

“Two weeks,” he mouthed, holding up two fingers.

He began to bend over, chortling. He was hissing as much as a boiler that was about to explode. He slid to the ground, caught in a fit of snickering.

“Look at how he prances about!” he wheezed through the laughing.

Drezz glanced back at the butler.

Hargrave was mostly transfixed on the screen, blissfully unaware of what was happening. The images that flashed onto the massive screen has an almost hypnotic effect.

The Doctor spoke in a low tone, “Hargrave.”

Still focused on the task, the butler turned his head so that his ear was facing the Doctor.

“We’re not alone.”

Hargrave froze. He could hear a wheezing, muffled laugh coming from behind him.

He was a deer caught in the headlights.

Drezz realised that Hargrave could hear the laughter.

“Dom,” he hissed, grabbing Dom and shaking him, “Dom! Stop laughing!”

“I can’t!”

Suddenly he erupted with laughter. His core slipped out of his hand. The guffawing echoed through the large control room.

Drezz stood up, somewhat panicked. He glanced back at the butler.

Hargrave turned around and saw the men in the doorway. One was looking back with a shocked expression. The other was on the floor in hysterics.

Drezz turned to Dom, “And you told me to be quiet! Hypocrite!”

Dom tried to control himself as he got up, picking his core up. Hargrave walked towards the men as they entered the room.

Hargrave spoke softly, disheartened by the laughter, “Drezz, Dom Pyro, what are you two doing here?”

Drezz answered with worry, “We were wondering what you were doing.”

Hargrave grunted with scorn and regarded Dom.

“And to mock me, by the sounds of it.”

Still grinning, Dom replied, “You’re always so fun to watch, Clockwork Man.”

He chuckled one last time. The butler was unimpressed.

“So,” Drezz said, “who were you talking to?”

Hargrave raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yes, who were you talking to, Clockwork Man?” Dom parroted.

The butler looked at the men.

“You’re not serious, are you?” he gestured to where the Doctor was with grandeur, “Dr Klipse, of course.”

They looked to where the Doctor was. He was facing the three of them, eerily quiet.

Dom covered his mouth to prevent another giggling fit. Drezz looked back at Hargrave, now even more concerned.

The butler was puzzled by their reactions.

“Hargrave.”

He turned to Drezz.

“There’s no one there.”

He blinked a couple of times. He turned to where the Doctor was.

There was nothing but a vacant space.

Terror shot through the butler.

Still smiling, Dom put his hands on Hargrave’s shoulders. The butler shook as the hands landed heavily. He looked up at Dom who was even taller than the Doctor.

“You’re going mad, Clockwork Man!” Dom said with glee.

There was a mortified silence that hung in the room. Hargrave was completely expressionless.

“Please get off me.”

Dom took his hands off him. Hargrave walked back to the computer. Drezz and Dom exchanged looks. Hargrave leaned against the console with his hands, slumping over. He was staring at the keyboard, still attempting to process what he had done.

“Hargrave?” Drezz called to him.

“Please leave,” he responded politely.

“Maybe you should go to bed.”

Suddenly, Hargrave snapped.

“I said, LEAVE.”

This stunned both Drezz and Dom. Dom’s smile had even disappeared. They exchanged another look.

Hargrave was always so calm and collected, regardless of what was happening. He was steely under stress. He never faltered with his emotions.

The two men left quietly. The room became silent again. It has an air of anxiety to it.

Then Hargrave noticed something: his dull headache had disappeared. In fact, it had vanished when Drezz and Dom entered the room.

When he thought about it more, he noticed a pattern. Every time the Doctor appeared, he always had that dull headache.

But why? He thought.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his Monsuno.

“The things I do for you, Emmanuel,” he muttered while looking at the core; it lit his face with its brick red glow.

He looked up at the screen, now filled with disappointment. Half of Team Eklipse was still missing. His beloved master was still missing. He was back at square one. He put his core down on the edge of the console. He began to close all the windows that he opened in a flurry during his imagined conversation.

The core’s light seemed to pulsate gently. It was almost soothing.

Suddenly, the light became brighter and brighter with each pulse.

An awful pain shot through Hargrave’s head like a spear. He stopped, completely paralysed. He grasped his head and collapsed onto the console.

The excruciating pain radiated through his entire body. He was shaking, silently suffering. He could barely stand.

He heard a loud booming voice that was all too familiar.

“Find me, you fool!”

It was the Doctor.

Hargrave tried to fight against the pain, weakly lifting his arm. Slowly, he began to press the keys on the keyboard. He brought up the satellite map of Mandala.

He closed his eyes, mashed a bunch of key and pressed enter before fainting on top of the keyboard.

He opened his eyes. He was facing the roof, illuminated solely by the computer screen that was on.

He sat up, rubbing his head. The headache had disappeared. He was no longer in pain, no longer shaking.

Hargrave looked up at the screen. On it was a static satellite image of a giant airship. It was shaped like an aircraft carrier, with dozens of small black and yellow helicopters dotting it. Among the helicopters was a blue one. The people one the massive airship resembled ants.

The butler got up and narrowed his eyes.

His jaw dropped when he realised what he was looking at.

It was a S.T.O.R.M. Cloud Carrier, a base of operations in the sky for the army. A flying fortress.

He glanced at his core for a moment.

Could this be a sign? He wondered, an awful omen?

It had to be. There was no other feasible explanation.

Hargrave was filled with horror at the realisation.

“Oh, my lord! They’ve been captured!”

His body was flooded with guilt and shame. It was churning through his body. A horrible image appeared in his head of the Doctor being locked up deep within the armoured weaponised ship, key thrown away, heavily guarded by black and yellow soldiers, never to see the light of day again.

He felt powerless.

How could I let the Doctor get captured, he thought, by our enemies, no less?! I should’ve been there to save him!

He felt weak, sickened to the core. The butler grabbed one of the nearby chairs. He slumped onto it, head in hands. His robot arms drooped with the rest of his body.

It was my job to protect him, the thought repeated over and over in his head, it was my job to protect him.

The soft brick red light of Hargrave’s Monsuno core pulsated calmly. It seemed to slow its pulse, almost out of pity, as the man began to weep.

#monsuno #fanfic #I wrote this in two days and was determined to finish it within 2017 #this was fun to write