#''It's not like you'll remember by the next adventure...''

[kiskivmiske]

I remember reading a doc that called out an artist for "inflation" and muscle fetish. I opened the art where muscle growth fetish is supposed to be and Sunny has exactly one line on her thigh and one on her ankle to show muscles like on the picture (government blocked the majority of non-russian websites so I can't find the exact image)

And the "inflation" turned out to be separate pictures of Umber and Smolder(????) with maybe a little thicker neck than on book reference lineart

But I don't entirely blame people for jumping to the conclusion of fat=fetish art, because fat characters, both in WOF and other fandoms are almost always watered down to "good jokes, always hungry". And looks like few people expect to see fat characters existing outside of either fetish or jokes.

Like 99% of jokes about Clay are food jokes. And even Tui for the most part treats him like that. In the lost heir half of his interactions are eating or asking for food. "Oh I'm gonna meet my parents guys" "Are we gonna eat" "Oh look guys, a summer palace" "Where summer kitchen?"

Even in Jackie Chan Adventures, Tohru, who has one of, if not the most complex character arcs in the series, going from a violent gang member to an emotionally distant ally to basically the mom of the group has a fair amount of food jokes.

That's an issue in many fandoms. A character can be a total asshole as long as they have one redeeming quality "This is my blorbo, he killed 2798317903 puppies because his dad didn't love him. Vote him to be Tumblr sexyman." But god forbid a fat character has a personality OTHER than being fat. That's propaganda, dude. Next time you'll say genocide is okay.

Many animals fatten up naturally. Fat is an energy storage for times of food shortage, stress, long migrations and competition with other animals. So, basically, dragons who are mostly living in the conditions of a war where they're constantly moving, fighting, often going in rather questionable territories like desert, volcanoes, ocean or tundra would eat to get more fat stored when giving an option. We know that it isn't very likely that our society will crumble tomorrow and we will be sent to our death to the North Pole or some shit, so we can skip this meal. You can afford eating regularly. But for dragons that's a normal daily life, as grim as it is.

Morrowseer and Deathbringer who wander the farthest would definitely grow a tummy to make up for life on barren island where you have nothing but carrion and occasional birds. Dragons also fly over the ocean, and that would require a ton of energy with very few vegan no sugar no gluten zero calories food kiosks on their way.

You can be captured and put in a gladiator arena for months with rain water diet tomorrow, and what you're gonna do? Channel the spirit of celery you ate five days ago to start photosynthesis?

Same goes for warrior cats. For them it's safer to collect more fat during greenleaf than die of starvation the next bareleaf.

I'm not saying everyone is fat. Rainwings would obviously be mostly thin, because their life is closer to ours, they are always well fed and live in stability. They don't need to pack extra energy to go. But for an average dragon being chubby when the prey is abundant and they aren't currently in war action, isn't that unrealistic.

Don't get me started on blubber and fat soluble hormones (Which is why caterpillars get fatter before metamorphosis. And realistically Silkwings should also fatten up at least a bit before growing four extra limbs. Like, this energy for transformation isn't coming out of nowhere)

"Hgnhghg good luck dying of heart stroke at 20"

Being so fat you can't bend down, squat, fit in a seat or God forbid walk is unhealthy and will totally cause problems down the line, but having 10-15 extra kilograms, which don't restrict your movements or affect your lifestyle will not immediately put you on threshold of untimely death, if you make sure to exercise and make sure your diet is diverse. And do regular checkups.

You're about as likely do die of cancer at a young age, because ecology is fucked. And especially if you have people in your ancestry who had cancer.

Also if you acknowledge the existence of fat characters outside of food jokes doesn't mean you're fat and projecting your insecurities and living vicariously through the character because you has no life outside of your gaming chair as someone in replies is implying.

Anytime I see art of WoF dragons as fat. It’s always look sideways. Cause like, it’s never in a “normal” way. It’s always in a fetishy way. Why are you making fetish art of minors

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[bunny-carrothunter]

hello!! are you a fan of FunnyGummy (Pomni x Gummigoo ship)?? Cause i start to love this ship as well XD like idrc that he is an NPC or something.. i just think they are freaking adorable 🥹

THEYRE SO SO CUTE AND I WOULD DIE FOR THEM 😭 THE AAAAANGST 🤌 IT HURTS SO MUCH BUT I LOVE IT

Really gives a different meaning to "finding you in every life time". Different adventures, Pomni runs into him but knows she has to leave him behind once more. But I think in her fantasies (they can canonically dream while asleep) she finds comfort in him. But can't have him.

These arts KILL ME

(X)

[deansbeer]

diet pepsi ・ DEAN WINCHESTER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

SYNOPSIS. you and dean finally cross the line from best friends to lovers, giving in to the undeniable passion between you.

WARNING(S). smut | car sex | fem!reader | four-year age gap | semi-public sex | best friends-to-lovers | loss of virginity | overstimulation | fingering | use of protection (condom).

KARI NOTES. this is dedicated to my love, bree @titsout4nicholas <3 i know i know, it took me forever to get it out, but it's here !!! it's soft smut, so i'm sorry if it isn't the usual filthy smut yall were expecting.

YOU WATCH THE RAINDROPS RACE DOWN the impala's window, counting each one that reaches the bottom first. the gentle patter of rain against metal and glass creates a soothing rhythm that matches your heartbeat. dean pulls into an empty rest stop, the headlights cutting through the darkness and reflecting off the wet pavement.

"wait here, i'll be right back," dean says with that signature smile of his before stepping out into the rain.

you pull dean's worn brown leather jacket tighter around your shoulders, breathing in the familiar scent of leather, gunpowder, and his cologne. he'd draped it over you earlier when you'd started shivering. being dean's best friend means knowing all his little gestures of care — the way he shares his jacket, checks the salt lines twice around your motel room, brings you your favorite snacks.

through the foggy window, you watch him jog to the vending machine, his boots splashing in puddles. the blue glow illuminates his face as he feeds quarters into the slot. a few moments later, he's sliding back into the driver's seat, water droplets clinging to his hair and eyelashes.

"here you go, sweetheart," he says softly, pressing the cold diet pepsi can into your hands. "your favorite."

"you remembered," you smile, touched by the simple gesture. dean remembers everything about you — how you like your coffee, your favorite songs, the way you scrunch your nose when you're thinking hard about something.

"'course i did. what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't?" he winks, starting up baby's engine. the familiar rumble surrounds you both.

dean drives down empty backroads, streetlights casting intermittent golden glows across his face. you share comfortable silence broken only by quiet classic rock from the radio and occasional sips of your soda. these are the moments you treasure most — just you and dean and the open road.

"you're special to me, you know that?" dean says suddenly, glancing over at you. "my baby."

your heart flutters at the endearment. coming from anyone else, it might feel patronizing. but from dean, it feels like being wrapped in warmth and safety and belonging.

"you're special to me too," you whisper back.

dean reaches over and squeezes your hand gently. you lace your fingers through his, marveling at how perfectly they fit together. maybe someday you'll be ready to cross that line between friendship and something more. but for now, this is enough — sharing quiet moments in his beloved impala, drinking diet pepsi, and knowing that no matter what supernatural threats you face, you'll face them together.

the rain continues as baby carries you both through the night, towards whatever adventure awaits. but in this moment, you're exactly where you want to be — by DEAN WINCHESTER'S side, his best friend, his baby.

as the downpour continues, creating a steady rhythm against the impala's roof. dean turns onto a secluded side of the road, the trees creating a canopy overhead. he kills the engine and turns to face you, his eyes dark and full of longing. next thing you know. you're both in the backseat of baby.

you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against yours. you part your lips, letting out a soft moan as his tongue explores your mouth. your hands find their way to the short spiky strands of his hair, tugging softly as the kiss deepens.

dean pulls back, his forehead resting against yours. "you sure about this?" he whispers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

you nod, looking him in the eyes. "yeah. i want this. i want you."

he kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. you arch into him, your body on fire with need.

dean breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. "we can stop anytime you want," he says, his voice gruff.

you shake your head, your hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. "i don't want to stop. not now. not ever."

he helps you out of his worn brown leather jacket, your shirt and expertly unclasps your lace bra, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your bare upper body. he leans down, his lips finding your breasts, his tongue teasing your nipples. you gasp, your back arching as pleasure shoots through you.

dean's hand travels down your body, his fingers finding the waistband of your jeans. he looks up at you, waiting for your approval. you nod, biting your lip as anticipation builds.

he slowly removes them, his eyes never leaving yours. he kisses you deeply, his hands exploring your body. you moan into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders as he touches you in ways you've only ever dreamed of.

dean's fingers find their way inside your tight pussy, your body clenching around him as he finds your sweet spot. you gasp his name, your body trembling as pleasure builds.

"oh, de," you moan softly, a little out of breath from the intensity of it all.

he increases his pace, his thumb circling your clit as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. you cry out as you come undone, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

dean waits until you come down from your high before removing his own worn out faded jeans. he quickly rolls on a condom, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to devour you whole. he entered you slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust. you let out a soft gasp, your pussy clenching around him.

you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he starts to move. he moved within you, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. the impala rocked gently beneath you, the rhythm of your bodies matching the rhythm of the car, and the sounds of soft skin slapping fill the air. you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

you cried out his name as you come undone, your pussy convulsing around him. dean follows soon after, his body trembling as he releases deep inside you. he collapsed on top of you, but made sure he wasn't crushing you underneath his body. his breathing was heavy, holding you close, and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

the two of you lay there for a long time, tangled together in the backseat of the impala, the silence broken only by the sound of your breathing. the world outside the car slowly came back into focus, the dark trees blurring in the distance. you looked up at dean, his face softened in the dim light.

he smiled down at you, a gentle, loving smile. "y'okay?" he whispered, pressing gentle kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and eyelids.

you wrap your arms around him, nodding. your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "'m perfect," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.

he kisses you softly and pulls back to admire you again, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "you're amazing, baby," he whispers back, his eyes full of love and adoration.

you snuggled closer to him, his body warm and comforting. in that moment, in the backseat of the impala, surrounded by the quiet still of the night. you both lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain continuing to pour outside. and for the first time in your life, you feel truly content, truly happy. you know that no matter what comes your way, you'll face it with dean by your side.

you're finally his. his baby. his girl.

[starmaidengarden]

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 !

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the Savanaclaw boys

— Leona : Ruggie : Jack : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt2! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He often pretends not to care, yet he always remembers the smallest details you mention, whether it's your favorite comfort food or the name of a book you love. When he's feeling relaxed in your presence, you'll notice the way his tail sways softly, a silent testament to his comfort with you.

⭑.ᐟ During lazy afternoons, he’ll let you nap beside him, content to drape his tail over you like a warm blanket. It's an unspoken sign of affection that he reserves only for you. His hair is off-limits to everyone else, but when you're around, he allows you to play with it. If you gently run your fingers through his hair while he dozes, you'll earn a soft purr in response, though he'll likely deny it if you bring it up later.

⭑.ᐟ Unknown to you, he keeps one of your hair ties or a small trinket tucked away in his coat pocket, where he often finds himself fidgeting with it during moments. Whenever someone annoys you, a low growl rumbles in his throat, an instinctive reaction to protect you. He has a skill for picking up on your emotions before you even have the chance to say them: “Oi. You going to tell me who pissed you off, or am I supposed to guess?”

⭑.ᐟ Despite his arrogance, which often keeps jealousy at bay, he’s fiercely protective when it comes to you. He has an unshakeable confidence that you’re with him, but he won’t hesitate to confront anyone who mistakenly thinks they have a chance with you.

⭑.ᐟ He’s not into PDA and prefers quiet dates in his room, enjoying each other's company. He’ll stay awake to spend time with you, but if you're tired, he’s fine with a nap. He might try to teach you chess, but he won’t let you win.

⭑.ᐟ You provide a balance in his life, challenging his aloof demeanor. You refuse to let him hide behind his “I don’t care” facade, he is a big softie we all know it. Instead of walking away as others might, you choose to stay, even during his more difficult moments. Your persistent presence chips away at his defenses and makes him fall for you faster than he ever expected.

Ruggie Bucchi ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He sneakily brings you treats from the cafeteria, whispering with a cheeky grin, “Hey, don’t tell Leona, but I saved the last donut just for you.” It’s those little acts that make the moments feel special.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re feeling down, he has a talent for turning your frowns into laughter. He makes a game out of it, playfully overdoing his moves or jokingly trying to pull silly faces until you can't help but crack a smile.

⭑.ᐟ In a small gesture that means a lot, he keeps a photo of you tucked in his wallet, nestled next to a crumpled coupon and what seems like seventeen receipts. It’s a little glimpse into how he treasures the small moments you’ve shared.

⭑.ᐟ He’s always well-prepared, carrying extra hair ties, tissues, and an assortment of snacks just in case you might need something, jokingly declaring, “What, I’m just prepared for every situation!”

⭑.ᐟ Even when he’s running around town tackling little errands, he makes it an adventure. Picture him tossing you a soda while making a challenge out of drinking it without spilling a drop as you skip along. There’s a playful energy that fills the air, making the every day feel like a thrill.

⭑.ᐟ You often catch him whistling tunes while doing chores, a light-hearted soundtrack to the otherwise ordinary tasks.

⭑.ᐟ While he's quick to complain about the nice things he does for you—“Ugh, you owe me big time for this…”—he inevitably softens and helps you out anyway, even insisting, “Okay, move over, I’m carrying your stuff, too.” His gruff complaints are a gentle front for his support.

⭑.ᐟ He has a playful way of addressing you with nicknames like “your highness,” “boss,” and “my meal ticket,” each term laced with love and teasing.

⭑.ᐟ He may not get flustered easily, but when you compliment him sincerely or catch him off guard with a gesture of affection, it’s a sight to see. He freezes for just a beat, a look of surprise washing over his face, before breaking into a grin and burying his face in laughter, an endearing mix of bashfulness and delight.

Jack Howl ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Very respectful. Like, painfully respectful. He won’t make any moves until he is certain that you reciprocate his feelings—your comfort and consent are paramount to him. This deep-seated respect means that he often holds back, patiently gauging your reactions and emotions.

⭑.ᐟ He’s not one to seek out physical affection from just anyone; it has to be someone he feels truly close to. When it comes to those special people, though, he becomes a total softie, openly displaying his affection and warmth.

⭑.ᐟ When the weather turns and rain begins to fall, you can count on him to dash across campus, umbrella in hand, just to make sure you stay dry. His thoughtfulness shines bright in those moments, revealing his genuine care for you.

⭑.ᐟ He is the type of who notices when you have hair in your face and will move it aside. He wants to see your eyes and lips when you smile or laugh and likes to easily read your expressions. He finds it hard to do that if your face is covered by hair.

⭑.ᐟ If you ever want to train together, he’s all in. He’ll adjust his pace to match yours, ensuring you’re comfortable while pushing you to do your best. His encouraging words are a constant source of motivation, making the experience as enjoyable as it is rewarding.

⭑.ᐟ When he's jogging solo, he packs just the essentials: phone, headphones, water bottle, and timer. However, if you join him, he suddenly needs a first aid kit, a backpack full of snacks, a blanket, and a dozen other unnecessary items for a 30-minute jog.

[trinketstar]

The Amazing Toybox Circus!

A storybook - Part 1

Once upon a time, there was a very old toy shop.

An unremarkable sort of place with very few visitors. The shelves were lined with antique curiosities which had collected dust over the years.

Among these, atop a colorful wooden toy chest, was a simple kaleidoscope. It was inscribed with a strange design of teeth and eyes, and a poem about a magical circus.

...

Now, one might imagine the type of person would walk into such a place. Perhaps someone who has worked far too hard. Someone who feels unsatisfied with the tedium of every day life, and who longs for an escape into the fantastical world of imagination that playthings can inspire. This sort of person might look through a kaleidoscope and dream, just for a moment, of a new life filled with bright color, of fun and adventure.

This was the sort of person who suddenly woke up on the floor, surrounded by darkness and extremely confused.

Feeling dizzy and thoughts hazy, she righted herself and began to wander. A soft jingling noise followed her with every step, though she paid it no mind. There were more pressing issues at the moment.

She strained her mind trying to remember how she could have possibly ended up here. She clearly remembered entering a toy shop, but her thoughts beyond this were blank besides a vivid image of swirling colors. Red and blue spirals. All she knew at the moment was that she felt terribly afraid, and very very small.

Timidly, she called out-

"HELLO, MY NEWEST SUPERSTAR!"

An enormous wooden ventriloquist dummy suddenly burst from the shadows. His painted eyes gleamed, one blue, one green. His wooden teeth chattered as he loomed overhead. He pulled a white balloon on a string, which sported an equally large toothy grin.

The sight was positively terrifying.

"Welcome to the amazing toybox circus!"

"The ... the toybox what?" She squeaked in response.

"Why, the toybox circus of course! You're sure to have a grand time, my dear! " She was suddenly lifted up to meet his unsettling wooden gaze.

"My name is Caine! I'm your ringmaster," he continued at an unnecessarily loud volume.

"My dear, you've entered a wonderful world of whimsy and adventure, where anything can happen! Soon you'll meet your new friends and we shall put on a show!"

He spun her around before setting her down on the floor again.

The girl was speechless. Be part of a circus? Led by a talking puppet? Surely this was all a strange dream!

"I'm sorry, sir," she eventually said, somehow managing to speak politely considering the circumstances. "But I really must be getting home! If you'd kindly show me the way-"

"Oh but you simply must stay for the performance, my dear! I've prepared all sorts of activities that are sure to delight! Oh the audience will love you! You shall be the star attraction!"

The puppet was very insistent. At a loss, the girl considered her options were either to continue wandering the darkness or to trust this "ringmaster". Now she was an intelligent young lady, but she was also a curious sort. After all, curiosity was what brought her here in the first place, and curiosity compelled her to see what would happen next...

So despite better judgement, she finally said -

Hesitant but hopeful. Perhaps this would be interesting? At the very least, she could play along until finding a way out of this strange place, out of the toyshop and back home. Or until she woke up, as this was likely a dream after all.

"At any rate, this may be fun," she hoped out loud.

Something cackled from atop a large shelf. The silhouette was that of a rabbit, but with a wide yellow grin.

"Heh HEH! You'll soon see, little clown," he said, before hopping out of sight.

What an odd place this was...

----part 2 coming soon!

[thinkinonsense]

Bewitched: The Rake and The Risk

˖⋆࿐໋ james logan howlett ✦ bridgerton au series

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chapter two

cw: flirting (mix of 1800s and modern day), jealousy, old time thoughts of women and marriage, james is a slut

pairing: viscount!logan howlett x fem!reader

a/n: sorry this is later than intended! i try to aim for a new chapter every friday but college is kicking my ass right now. next chapter will be longer!! also!! if you want to be tagged for the bewitched series please comment on the original bewitched masterlist post linked above this<3 there are so many of you lovely readers who want to be tagged and i need a more organized way to find everyone to add. sorry for the minor inconvenience. i appreciate every one of you!!

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in all the twenty-nine years of knowing james howlett, lady chamberlain never would have pictured him coming to her home to ask about the eligible bachelorettes of the ton.

"what do you want to know, my dear?" lady chamberlain asked, sipping a cup of tea as the two of them sat in the living room.

"i am coming to you because as you know, my mother is expecting me to wed sooner rather than later and i was wondering whom might be the best women to seek out this season." james said, lying through his teeth.

if james really wanted to know who the best women this season were, he would've just opened the latest issue of lady cavanaugh. both of them knew this but it was more fun for lady chamberlain to tease the viscount.

"hm.." she smiles. "anyone in particular?"

"no."

the lie falls with ease. too much ease but lady chamberlain sees right through him.

"well, i did take note last night that the only lady you danced with was lady worthington's niece." she remarks slyly.

"the french girl?" he asks, playing coy. "i think i remember her."

lady chamberlain wasn't going to play games with the boy in front of her.

"i would hope so, you seemed quite fawned of her."

"i don't know if i would say that much."

"hm, so you don't want to know who she's planning to attended the mask ball with?" lady chamberlain smirks, knowing she's got him hooked.

everyone in the ton looked forward to the queens mask ball each season. it was the perfect way to help break the usual ice of finding 'the one'. that's where most couples tend to meet for the first time.

"let me guess..." james rolls his eyes. "prince harrison?"

lady chamberlain shrugs, placing her tea cup back on the dish. "the two of them talked quite a bit after you stormed off. she seems quite smitten with him."

"it's the first ball of the season. she has plenty of time to look for a better husband." he scoffs.

"well, dear... there are people who search their whole lives for something that's been right in front of them the entire time."

the elderly woman's words rang true in the room but james was far too in denial to notice them. instead, his ego was eating him alive. why would you not jump at the opportunity to be with the viscount?

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this afternoon was the queen's annual tea party. all the ton's debutantes gather to make friends and share their predictions for this season. anxiously, you paced the cobblestones outside, waiting for the carriage to pick you up.

"dear, it's not lady-like to pace back and forth." your aunt calls out from the doorway.

"my apologies," you reply, not stopping your feet.

"you're snagging the hem of your gown!"

thank heavens that the carriage was approaching. she waves you off, wishing you luck on your first adventure alone in the ton, wishing desperately she could join you.

your goal today is to make at least one friend. you'll even settle for an allied.

once you arrive at the queen's castle, you step inside. covered in soft pastels, flowers, and butterflies; you immediately feel calm. everyone is chatting and sipping tea at the tables. you sit down in the first available seat.

"you're the diamond, correct?" someone whispered next to you asks.

you turn your head to see a blonde girl to the right. she's wearing a soft yellow dress that doesn't quite fit her right.

"correct." you nod, offering the girl a smile to which she returns.

"shouldn't you be sat with the queen?" she asks, nodding to one of the beautiful girls surrounding the queen.

"probably but this was the first seat i saw." you joke, sipping on your tea.

the girl laughs with a small nod and introduces herself. her name is bridget and her father is a jewelry maker for the queen.

"i saw you dancing with the viscount last night at the ball." she smiles. "do you fancy him?"

almost choking on your tea, you shake your head.

"no, no, no. i don't fancy the viscount." you state.

bridget hesitates, watching your body language closely. the pressure gets you to speak up again.

"why do you ask?"

"because the viscount is a major rake."

the word rake rolls off her tongue with pure disgust. you'd never heard someone with such respect as a viscount be called something so dishonorable. rakes were known for their ability to seduce and lead on women with no promise of marriage.

"but he talks of his desire for a wife?" you question, more to yourself than to bridget but alas, she answers anyway.

"only because his mama is practically begging for a viscountess." bridget whispers.

you suppose this made sense due to the fact that most rakes never even intend to wed and after your conversation with james last night, he made it clear that marriage was not something he craved.

"trust me, you aren't the first lady to attempt to tie down the viscount. well, at least you have a shot since you're the diamond this season and all." the blonde girl rambles.

"oh, heavens no!" you repeat.

"hm, that's sad..." she sighs. "he is quite handsome."

"most definitely but i intend to wed for pure reasons."

"if that's truly the case, stay as far away from the viscount as possible."

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for the rest of the afternoon, bridget's words stuck to the front of your brain. if james wasn't so intolerable, perhaps he would make a good husband to someone.

once everyone finished with their tea, you decided to go sketch in wisteria park. the weather was beautiful outside and gave you the perfect inspiration needed to work on a new piece. normally, you would only draw on the sides of the letters written to your father back home. no one was more supportive of you than your parents. in a world where women mean nothing more than their wombs to society, it was rare to have parents who let their daughters have dreams.

sat on a patch of grass near the small pond, you set up your quill, small tray of paints, and paper. in the area where you decided to sit, across from you stood a beautiful cherry tree. as you work on the outline, you can hear footsteps approaching.

"i should've known i would find you here." a familiar voice says.

you don't even glacé up at the person near you, paying no mind to the man who seeks your attention most.

"do you want something, my lord?" you ask, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

james' head spun every time those last two words fell from your lips, sounding to pretty the way that they roll of your tongue.

"you may call me, logan." he says. "if you so wish."

"logan?" you cock a brow, finally looking up at him.

"it's my middle name." he replies awkwardly.

"hm..." you pretend to ponder for a moment. "that's far too personal for me."

" 'too personal'? how might that be?"

james stands arms crossed against the cherry tree, glaring in your direction. you don't rush to answer his question instead you continue adding details to the branches and trees. he huffs under his breath, clearly irritated your lack of interest in him.

"well, we have no intentions to be together this season and we aren't friends so, there's no need for nicknames and such." you reply nonchalantly.

"you don't know my intentions"

a sweet giggle escapes you. james brushes off the warmth flooding his chest, rather focusing on topic at hand.

"oh, i bet i do."

suddenly, you drop your quill and give him your undivided attention.

"why are you even here, james?" you sigh.

"i was visiting an old friend this morning and wanted a stroll through the park."

"an old friend?"

the words left your lips before you could stop yourself. james was quick to notice the tone shift. he smirks, walking over to you and sitting on the grass to your right.

"mhm..." he hums.

"is she viscountess material?" you scoff, returning to your scribbles.

"and why would you care?"

why did you care? it's not like the two of you really know each other; yet, something about james made your blood boil. perhaps it was how he has a near perfect life and somehow still complains. he has no issues in finding a partner because everyone wants him. if he didn't have his head up his own ass, he would realize that.

"i don't."

"sounds like you do."

james liked watching your face scrunch up at little with dislike for him. how your pressure on the quill increases. how you avoid his gaze. how you pretend he doesn't exist next to you.

"i don't." you repeat. "i just cannot believe that someone like you is complaining about having to take a wife when all the women of the ton are smitten with you."

"someone like me?" james pretends to be offended but he was too busy enjoying this riled up version of you.

"someone who never gone with unmet needs, never struggled financially, never been under minded or overlooked." your words come out sharp but james doesn't let them cut deep.

"look, sweetheart..." he squints those hazel eyes, glaring deep into your soul and leaning in closer than he should've. "you know nothing of my families struggles."

"and you know nothing of mine."

james was so close to you. your noses almost touching before you pull away. being within his close proximity made you feel a foreign warm tingle deep in your stomach.

thank heavens that the park was empty, minus the two of you. the last thing you needed was for someone to see the two of you this close and label you as one of the viscounts mistresses.

"i-i must get going." you stutter, collecting your belongings.

"where are you off to?" he asks.

"i'm supposed to be accompanying lady chamberlain and prince harrison to dinner this evening."

his face scrunches with distaste at the mention of the prince. also, why would lady chamberlain hide this piece of information from him?

"isn't it quite early to prepare for dinner?"

"i must look perfect for the prince." you smile.

but not at james. you're smiling for that no good excuse of a prince who couldn't see that you already were perfect.

"you look fine to me." he huffs.

"it's vocabulary like that, that keeps you from finding a wife."

"and to think it was my insufferable personality that kept the ladies of the ton away."

it's difficult to hide the laugh you want to let out. instead you bite down on your cheek, not giving him the satisfaction of your laughter.

"ha ha ha." you mock dryly.

"do you always have a stick up your ass?"

james question makes your jaw drop. never in your life have you heard a man speak so vulgarly.

"that's no way for a viscount to speak to a lady." you scold. he can't help but roll his eyes at your comment.

"i'm sure that a man has spoken even more colorfully to you."

"what are you insinuating, my lord?"

"that i highly doubt a lady such as yourself still has her virtue." he shrugs.

never has your head spun so fast at a single sentence. you couldn't fathom that a rake like him has the nerve to question anyone's virtue.

"excuse me, viscount howlett but my virtue is none of your business." you rage. "and you have quite the nerve to question it."

"and why's that?"

james was playing with fire but he didn't mind getting scorched by your flames.

"i've heard the stories about you."

"like what?"

"like what you do with the promiscuous women of the night." your words leave a smirk plastered on his face as he watches you intensely.

"don't act so innocent either." james hums. "i'm sure you've had your fair share of promiscuous adventures in france."

a flush of red hits at your cheeks. the last person you wanted to talk about promiscuous acts with is james. mostly because your lack there of. only your own hands have touched you so intimately.

james studies your facial expression before it clicks for him. he shouldn't ask. he really shouldn't. but come on, he has to.

"have you never—" his words come to a halt when there's a ruffled noise inching closer.

"i'm under no obligation to answer you, viscount howlett." you scold, collecting your belongings.

"hm... seems like you've already answered my question." his cocky tone sends you over the edge of annoyance.

"shouldn't you be more concerned with finding a wife rather than my virtue? this season will be over before you know it and you will need to find one sooner rather than later."

james admired the way you spoke with such sharpness. you were shy and reserved but the weight of your words were heavy. there was grace in the way you spoke and he loathed it.

he loathed how perfect you were. how absolutely perfect you would fit into his life. how perfect you would be at being his little wife. only needing to plan parties and open your womb to his child. he would never stop you from your dream of painting either. all he wants is someone who can handle the duties that come with being his other half.

by the time james snaps out of his thoughts, you are long gone. off to get ready for your date with a man who's twice as rich as him and much more likable. the only thing he could do is hope that nothing good comes from this dinner.

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[callalillywrites]

Henry's Matchmaking Efforts

Written for @flufftober's Fluff Bingo. A3 - Craft Fair.

Spencer Reid Masterlist | Fluff Bingo Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1747

Summary: Henry decides to use his school's craft fair to try and set up his favorite godfather, Spencer, with one of his favorite teachers. His ploy seems to work, too.

Warnings: mentioned illness; awkward Spencer and reader moments; sweet Reader; smitten Spencer; matchmaking menaces - Henry and Will; lmk if I missed any

A/N: This prompt was originally going to be Aaron Hotchner's, but a poll gave it to Spencer instead. I can't say I'm disappointed, either, as this turned out so cute and so fun to write especially with Henry playing his little matchmaking role.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

*****

"Uncle Spence, you made it," Henry shouted, his happiness apparent. He raced between the groups of people, easily dodging elbows and knees, in his pursuit of his destination. That happened to be one Spencer Reid, godfather extraordinaire.

Spencer couldn't help the smile that tugged across his lips, bending down and catching Henry in his arms. "I couldn't miss this when you invited me as sweetly as you did. Where's your mom?"

"Dad came with me. Mom's home with Michael. He's sick."

That pulled Spencer's previous smile into a frown for a moment.

Will, who'd been watching his son and his friend interact, stepped in. "Michael's fine. Just a little stomach bug going around school. Henry had it last week. He's fine to be here. We both are."

It was no secret how Spencer felt about germs, even those involving those he cared about.

Hearing that nothing serious was going on, Spencer allowed himself to relax. His attention returned to Henry as he asked, "So, what should we see first? I don't know that I've been to a craft fair like this one before. You'll have to show me how it's done. I don't want to miss anything."

Henry beamed at the idea of teaching Spencer something. His godfather was so smart, he knew, and it wasn't everyday that Spencer told someone he didn't know something. Knowing just the place they'd start, he grabbed Spencer's hand and tugged him forward.

No words were exchanged as Henry was on a mission, but a look of amusement passed between Spencer and Will.

Spencer didn't have a clue what Henry had in mind first, but he never would've considered the refreshment table set off to one side. Across the banner, he read the school's name that Henry attended. Compared to the other booths set up nearby, he didn't spy any type of signage broadcasting prices.

Henry called out a name, but Spencer couldn't quite make it out over the noise echoing through the large space. He hadn't thought to ever forget the sounds of a gym, and he hadn't really. Just that the memories had managed to fade at the edges a bit.

All Spencer knew was one moment Henry was holding his hand, and the next, he's watching Henry tugging someone from the booth until they stood in front of Spencer. Until you stood in front of him. You wore the sweetest smile Spencer could remember anyone ever wearing. When it flashed towards him, he almost forgot how to breathe. You were breathtaking.

"So, you're the famous Uncle Spence we hear so much about," you said, holding out your hand while also introducing yourself. You retracted your hand just as quickly, but your face never lost its smile. Settling for a small wave, you asked, "Are you enjoying the craft fair, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer's brain refused to work. You had him off-kilter with the knowledge you've shown in the few moments of time you've shared with him. How did you know he didn't like to touch others, especially strangers? How did you know he went by doctor rather than mister?

As if guessing his thoughts, you leaned a bit closer but not too close and said only loud enough for him to hear, "Henry talks about you a lot. We hear about your adventures every week. You're quite impressive. Henry tells us you're a real-life hero."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Spencer stammered.

His cheeks warmed at Henry's praise of him, but more so, at the way you continued to look at him. He could make out the open curiosity you had for him, but he couldn't tell if it was genuine interest one feels for another or if you were merely being polite for a student's sake. A part, bigger than he'd ever admit aloud, of him wanted it to be the former, but his experience almost assured it was the latter.

"Hm, I wouldn't discount yourself too much," you rebutted softly, your eyes leaving his face to inspect the rest of him. He really hoped you wouldn't find him lacking, grateful Hotch and Morgan weren't standing next to him. Will was more than enough to make enough comparisons. You must've liked what you saw because your smile never faltered though your attention shifted to Henry. "Wanna grab your uncle one of the cookies I promised to save just for him?"

Henry nodded and dashed behind the booth's large table.

Spencer could make out the containers from the store you'd bought the cookies. One of them held a couple leftovers that weren't available to others. The others had been set out around the table in a display meant to entice fair-goers until the supply had been depleted.

Henry raced back with the plastic package, handing it to you.

You popped it open and motioned for Spencer to take the cookies. "Only hands that might've grazed them were mine, and I wore gloves after washing my hands thoroughly. Can't be too careful nowadays."

The way you hadn't made him feel weird for his germaphobia endeared you to him all the more. It was the reason he didn't hesitate in picking up the cookies while murmuring his thanks. As politeness dictated, he took a bite and followed it up with, "There are really good."

"They're the best store-bought ones you can find," your eyes sparked with mischief as you added, "but you should really try the ones I bake sometime."

The cookie he'd been chewing lodged itself, causing him to choke.

Will came to his rescue, thumping his back until he could take in normal breaths again.

You, the sweet temptress you were, held out a small cup of lemonade from the booth you manned for the school. Your face had contorted into something more akin to someone feeling shame or apologetic of their actions as you murmured, "I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did. I mean, I do bake some great treats, but I'm not trying to insinuate anything. We are surrounded by families and little ones after all."

Spencer quickly shook his head. Even if he'd only met you, he knew enough from what Henry had told him to know you spoke the truth. Everything about you screamed how much you adored the kids, calling out to the ones you recognized. It didn't matter you held a conversation with him or any other adults that happened along. You had kind words for everyone that passed and encouragement for the few students helping you run the booth.

As if realizing he'd been monopolizing your time, he took a step back.

"I should let you get back to it," he said, grabbing up Henry's hand, "but maybe we can stop by again. See if you have anything left before we head out."

Your smile glowed once more as you nodded. "I'd really like that. Maybe you could tell me what about the booths I can't see, too. I've heard some good things, but I won't really get the chance to explore today."

"It's all weekend, isn't it?" Will asked, surprising both you and Spencer as he hadn't really said anything up until then.

You nodded.

Will continued, "Are you working the booth tomorrow?"

You shook your head.

At your answer, Will's grin came out as he eyed Spencer for a moment before turning back to you, "Then, maybe you and Spencer here could explore the fair together. That is if Spencer here wouldn't mind coming back and seeing it a second time. What do ya say, Spence?"

"Oh, I couldn't ask that of you. That would be too much," you protested, but Spencer was already saying, "Um, yeah, I could do that."

Will clapped. "Great. Now that's settled. Henry, why don't we let them sort themselves out, then we can pick Uncle Spence back up in say another few minutes?"

Henry quickly agreed, taking off for a booth not too far away. It held a bunch of crocheted plush animals that might appeal to his younger brother.

Will followed after him after shooting Spencer a wink and saying, "Don't bungle it now."

When the two of you were alone, you risked touching Spencer's sleeve. His gaze dropped to where your warmth seeped through his thin shirt before you hastily took it away again. He missed it as soon as you did. That surprised him the most.

"Please, don't think I was fishing. I wouldn't want to impose on what's surely limited time to yourself. You don't have to come back tomorrow if you don't want to."

"But what if I want to," Spencer said over your rambling.

It was enough to have you snapping your mouth shut in brief shock. It was also enough to have Spencer wondering if he'd somehow overstepped or misread your earlier possible interest in him.

Only when your smile blossomed once more did he breathe out a soft sigh.

"I'd really like that but only if you really and truly want to."

Spencer allowed his own smile to come out as he said, "I really want to."

The two of you might've continued to smile at each other if one of your students hadn't called out to you.

"I better get back to it, but please, stop by before you leave. We can exchange numbers, then we can secure plans for tomorrow after I'm done for the day." You took a step back toward the booth behind you, but you didn't get far before you added, "I really am glad I got the chance to meet you, Dr. Reid."

Spencer offered his own sentiments, watching as you backed up until you bumped the booth. He bit his lip lest his smile grow wider at how cute you were.

It took another minute before he, too, moved away, intent on catching up with Will and Henry. After all, he had a new job to scope out the best booths to show you tomorrow. Maybe even spend a few minutes considering his options to prolong his time with you tomorrow, including possible dinner plans.

Spencer had known Henry had a special reason to ask him to his school's annual craft fair, but he hadn't counted on you being that reason. He definitely hadn't considered how much you would end up affecting him or the turn of events that took place.

But, he couldn't say he regretted them as he spared a final glance at you and your booth.

Nope, no regrets at all.

[poorsallystitches]

A newbie's guide to The Lost Tomb franchise/Dao Mu Bi Ji/The Graverobber's Chronicles

I have seen people all over the internet asking questions on posts about DMBJ such as, where to start, what it is, and who are those cutie pies? You may have seen images similar to this

I, as someone who has watched a lot of the franchise and read at least half of the books (which if you knew how many there were, that would be impressive), I want to take a moment, or many, to explain to anyone who wants the answer to these questions. This will take a while, I cannot shut up, especially about them.

Spoiler free!

Now, first things first, what is Lost Tomb/DMBJ/Graverobber's Chronicles?

Lost Tomb is a Chinese Franchise comprised of a multitude of dramas and movies over the course of a decade that were all made by different people and actors to tell the story written in the novel series, The Graverobber's Chronicles, or its original Chinese title Dao Mu Bi Ji, written by Nan Pai San Shu.

This means that popular characters people will refer to will have many different faces. Such as all of these being Wu Xie

You may recognize any of those actors if you watch popular Cdramas, 1st Zhu Yilong who plays Shen Wei in Guardian, 2nd Zeng Shunxi who plays Xiao Bao in Mysterious Lotus Casebook, and 3rd Hou Minghao who was recently in Fangs of Fortune as Zhu Yan.

But, what is it about?

Lost Tomb as a franchise is loosely about a man named Wu Xie who is the last in a family line of graverobbers, but he himself has been kept out of the loop by the family. He has had his grandfather's journal since he passed away, which makes him take an interest in the family business. This leads him to force his uncle to let him tag along with him on tomb raiding adventures.

I feel it is important to tell people what they may encounter just in case they have sensitivities, so this franchise as a whole contains supernatural themes of ghosts, zombies, gods, etc. There will be blood, BUGS, and some body horror in a lighter portion, if you have any questions about specifics feel free to ask.

Now, let's skip to who those cutie pies are before telling you about the options for where to start.

The characters you may have seen around that got you interested may be

Wu Xie, the main character who is played a little differently in every iteration of the story but mainly think of a man with a high level of intelligence, but the worst luck in the world and some bitchy attitude (said with love) and you'll have him. You saw some of the most popular actors to play him up top.

Zhang Qiling/Xiao Ge (young master)/Menyouping (Poker-face), one of the main characters who is the strong, emo, silent, tatted sweety of the story. He is mysterious on purpose; you're not meant to know much about him at any given time. Him and Wu Xie are very close and with the next character, they form what is widely known in book, show, and fandom as the Iron Triangle. Just meaning the three are a package deal and won't be separated.

Wang Pangzi, the chubby, stylish, tough, bitchier than Wu Xie, lovable bastard. His name actually translates to Fatty, so that is what you will see everyone call him. It's not mean, just accurate. Pretty much everyone has real names and nicknames they go by. Remember, they are doing something illegal.

It's less likely, but you may have seen my personal favorite boys Hei Xiazi or Hei Yanjing (black glasses or black blind, you'll see why) and Xie Yuchen or Xiao Hua (little flower). They are the black/pink dynamic of the century for me. Hei Xiazi is a merc for hire and Xiao Hua is Wu Xie's cousin who has become the patriarch of his family at a young age.

Now, last question that people ask the most, where do I start?

There is no right or wrong answer, you can start chronologically with Mystic Nine, release order with Lost Tomb 2015, a mixture of both, leave out the ones you aren't interested in (*cough* Time Raiders movie), or just jump in in the middle. Each adaptation is aware of the fact that people will not have seen the others, and they will try to speed run the story to you, which can confuse people, but if you just want to experience the story with familiar faces, it won't be too bad.

To share my experience. I started with the Lost Tomb 2015, continued with Lost Tomb 2 2019, skipped Explore with the Note 2021 because I didn't vibe with it, Ultimate Note, started the prequels with Mystic Nine, which is a prequel with our character's ancestors, watched The Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuchen movie, started Reunion, watched a prequel movie and just started reading the books. I was never super confused because I had the set-up of the first 2 to build upon.

If you are a completionist like me and want to read the novels go to Merebear's blog. She is phenomenal and she has translated pretty much everything for your reading pleasure and laid it all out in an easy-to-follow way. I cannot give her enough gratitude. I absolutely adore her and all of her efforts as well as all her helpers along the way.

Now just a little gay propaganda about Lost Tomb franchise. The novels and shows are not canonically gay, but I mean... they are giving something.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Engaged

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You find the ring

You find it one day randomly.

Momma and Morsa are trying to teach you responsible things like cleaning up after yourself and how to put away your clothes.

Magda and Pernille still do the big things for you like hanging up your dresses and putting the big heavy toys back where they belong but you're the one that has to pick up your stuffed toys and put things back in your sock drawer.

That's when you find it.

There's a weird little box.

At first, you don't notice it, distracted with picking up your fuzzy winter socks. Your hand knocks into the little box at the back of your drawer and you frown.

It doesn't feel like a new pair of socks so you reach to the very back to grab it.

It's an old little box, very small and it takes you a while to work out how to open it.

"Oooh," You say when you open it up," Pretty ring."

"Princesse, have you-"

"Momma!" You say," I found a pretty ring!"

Pernille swings your bedroom door shut quickly and you jump at the sudden noise. She falls to her knees in front of you, slamming the little box shut as quick as she can.

"Momma! I wanted to look at the pretty ring!"

"Shh!" Pernille insists and you fall silent in confusion. "Sorry, princesse. But it's a secret."

"Why? Pretty rings should be seen."

Pernille laughs awkwardly. "Well, yes but this ring isn't ready to be seen yet."

"But it's so pretty! Is it shy?"

Pernille sits down, opening for her arms for you.

You go into them instantly, sitting on her lap as she opens up the little box again.

"Do you know what this is?" She asks.

"It's a ring."

"Yes," Pernille laughs," But do you know what kind of ring it is?"

"Oh! A pretty ring!"

"An engagement ring. Do you remember, when we first came to London, we all went out as a family and me and your Morsa got engaged to get engaged?"

You nod.

You can remember that.

You got to wear a pretty dress and have nice food and a nice walk before Morsa gave Momma a ring to be engaged to be engaged with.

"Well, this is a proper engagement ring."

"A ring to say that you're going to get married?"

"Yes."

"It's pretty, Momma. Did Morsa give it to you?"

Pernille laughs again, shaking her head softly before pressing a kiss to your crown. "No, princesse, but I'm going to give it to Morsa."

You think about that for a moment.

"You'll propose?"

"Yes. Is that okay?"

"And you and Morsa will get married?"

"If she says yes."

You twist in Pernille's lap, looking back at her. "Morsa will say yes. We're family."

Pernille holds you close, drawing you even closer to her. "I hope so."

It's weeks later that Pernille lets you see the engagement ring again and you know what that means.

"Morsa," You groan," Pretty outfit!"

You're sitting on her bed, waiting around for your babysitter for the night to turn up.

Pernille's already out at the engagement site.

It's date day.

Pernille and Magda are going to be spending the whole day together while you stay at home with your babysitter and do fun things like watching tv and doing some drawings.

"What?" Magda laughs," Is this not a pretty enough for you?"

Magda's dressed comfortably just like she always does for date days and you've never had a problem with it before but today you're being quite insistent about it, even digging out a fancy jacket that she hasn't seen for a while.

"Pretty, Morsa," You insist," You have to."

"Can you tell me why?"

You shake your head. "Morsa I can't but it's important. You have to look pretty for Momma."

Magda laughs. "Am I not usually pretty for her?"

"You're always pretty," You declare," But you have to be really pretty for Momma tonight."

You seem so insistent on it, completely serious and Magda decides to humour you.

You're proud of yourself when Morsa finally leaves the house to meet up with Momma.

When you next see them, they'll be engaged.

[forestclan-clangen]

MOON 11 (FINAL)

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Talontooth hunts before dawn, hoping to bring something back for Morningspot.

A poor choice.

(Talontooth, warrior, male, 16 moons. Adventurous)

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Talontooth had to be honest with himself, for once. Iciclepool taught him how to keep a level head, and to be quick on his feet about it. Surely she didn't teach him these skills only for them to go to waste, right?

But somehow, his instinct to blurt out the first thing that came to his head was totally muffled around Morningspot, and that frustrated him.

He didn't get it. It wasn't always this way. When Cloudthunder found Morningkit and brought her back to camp at just a moon old, he was just happy to finally have a playmate, for once. Oh yeah, sure, for the first moon she didn't really "get" mossball, but once she actually got it, she was the best basket-keeper ever. She planted herself in front of it and kept batting away at the ball and leaping at it like her life depended on it, wide-eyed with fear at the very concept of letting the ball go through. He laughed and had fun around her, genuinely. When she told him she was scared of the stories she would overhear from the adults, about things in the woods - with all of his bravado, he declared that he'd fight off all the things out here. Every fox, badger and root monster. Yeah, sure, he probably couldn't actually do it. But he had no problem saying the first thing that occurred to him.

When they shared the apprentice den together, sure, they still bickered - he remembered when he did the really stupid thing of diving at a raccoon that was trying to steal their food, Morningpaw chided him about it more than Iciclepool did! He teased her and asked if she was scared of their little grabby hands, and made fun of the fat rodent's chittering sounds, enough for Morningpaw to call him a mousebrain with forced anger, and all laughter. He missed that laughter when Warblerkit died - and when her anxieties rose. He really, really missed that laugh.

He couldn't help but slowly shuffle his own nest closer to hers every night. She never objected otherwise. One night he found her head resting near his and his heart almost stopped. He really, really missed her when he graduated into a warrior before her. He was terrified when she was lost with Shiverpaw and Barleywave in the snow storm, and relieved when they found them alive.

Finally, when he watched Morningspot help cook food across camp, he knew he had to actually force himself to do something about it when Deerkit of all cats sat next to him, looked back and forth between Talontooth and Morningspot and went, "Do you like her?"

"What - who - I mean," Talontooth sputtered like a splashing fish and turned on the kit wildly. This - hold on, this kit was a moon old. How in StarClan's many pelts - "Hold on, what did you just say?"

Deerkit just tilted her head at him quizzically. "Hopechase told me a story. It was about Wolfpelt and Dreamwing. Dreamwing liked seeing him cook."

Oh, god, not THAT story. That was literally the fable of a cat missing her chance at love by refusing to communicate her feelings.

Deerkit's ears drooped. "It was sad."

"Err…didn't…Dreamwing become mates with Ollie later?"

"But it's not fair! She liked Wolfpelt!" Deerkit whined. She got to her feet, suddenly looking determined. "I'm gonna be a…a truther!"

Talontooth froze. "Er…a what?"

"A truther!"

"You mean, you'll be honest?"

"Yeah!" Deerkit's copper eyes flew open wide with realization. "I'm honest!" She heard Cottonkit and Airkit call her to come and play with them. She dashed after them, completely ignoring Talontooth's bewildered expression.

After sitting by himself for a while and mulling over what Deerkit said, he had to own up to the truth: yes, he did like Morningspot. And he really had to do something about it. 

So, here he was, a few hours before dawn, hunting for a squirrel. He'd considered waiting until newleaf came around and maybe finding some daisies to surprise her with, but he decided that the longer he dawdled on it, the more time he would have to talk himself out of it. So he decided to catch her favorite prey, start up a fire, and start cooking. He'd wake her up at around dawn, offer her food, watch the sunrise, and then he'd say something. That sounded nice, right? Honestly, he had no idea what mollies liked, but he did know what Morningspot liked, and she liked sunrises and squirrels. Plus, the woods…sadness stung as he remembered being grabbed and tossed aside by the roots before they slithered towards the nursery. He shook his head violently to remove the memory. Poor Cloudthunder…at least, her three kits were happy and healthy, right? He sighed and stood taller. The woods were fed. So, he wasn't likely to encounter anything. And if he did - Iciclepool taught him how to stay alert and aware of the dangers. 

As he left a trail of pawsteps in the snow behind him, he tasted the air for his target. It was mostly just wetness and cold air, tinged with pine needles. But as he kept patrolling with determined vigor, his eyes widened as he caught the scent of a squirrel off the beaten path. 

Talontooth dropped down and began stalking. He could barely make it out in the twigs, but he could see the shape of a black-furred squirrel rummaging near the roots of an oak tree. He stopped as the squirrel's head suddenly rose. The rodent's tail lashed briefly before returning to its digging. 

Talontooth resisted the temptation to shuffle as he came within pouncing range. Almost there…

SNAP! 

Both Talontooth and the squirrel jumped at loud noise nearby, and the young tom hissed in frustration as he watched the squirrel dart up into the tree. Oh, great. Just his luck. He had been looking for one squirrel for at least twenty minutes - 

Wait. 

He stopped his train of thought as he turned to the direction of the sound. That was far too loud to be just a broken branch. Talontooth slowly turned his back towards the tree, his eyes darting the winter night for anything out of place. He kept his nose high and tasted the air. He scrutinized every berry bush and shrub. Something had to be responsible for that. Whether it was a fox or…worse, he would find it. 

After a few moments of continued silence, he became wary. 

He wanted to say that it was likely just a dead tree that snapped. But suddenly, he didn't feel safe out here anymore. He should make his way home. He really, really should not be here. 

Talontooth glanced out into the treeline one last time before anxiously retreading his steps back onto the main path. This was fine. He could retrace his steps back to camp. Not a big deal. He was fine. Everything would be okay. 

Talontooth came to a halt, his pelt bristling on end as the smell of blood and wet earth invaded his senses. Then, there came a voice. 

"DO…YOU…FEEL…THEM?" 

It came from his right. 

Talontooth very slowly turned his gaze to the right treeline. In the rows of black tree trunks and thin layer of snow, a towering mound stood as a black shadow in the landscape. Fear surged through him. What was that? 

"YOU ARE…SO…BRAVE." 

Talontooth froze. The empty, black eyes of the cat skull chilled him further than any leafbare blizzard ever did. 

He felt fear before. At the Twoleg cabin, with the Fake Twolegs. At the storm, and the Pale Herald. At the living tendrils. The idea that Morningspot was lying frozen and dead in the leafbare blizzard. 

This was not anxiety. Not fear for his life. 

This was a yawning abyss calling to him. Like StarClan itself placed their paws on his shoulder and whispered, "It's time to go, now." 

Is this what the squirrel would've felt, beneath his claws? 

Long legs burst from Rootgrove's cavity and rushed Talontooth. 

Talontooth's body moved automatically as air filled his lungs and his legs carried him across the path. Talontooth felt his heart exploding. The sound of snow and ice being plowed aside grew louder. 

Talontooth skidded as he slid down a nearby hill still layered in ice. He screamed as Rootgrove slid past him, one of its long, spindling legs barely grazing him. The monstrous mound crashed into a nearby tree before scrambling back into pursuit. Talontooth didn't dare turn back as he ran towards camp. 

Camp. Camp. Camp - 

Time felt distorted around him as thoughts surged through his head, all at once and not at all. 

He thought of Cloudthunder's kits. Perchpaw. Branchpaw. He thought of his pursuer. 

Morningspot. 

Iciclepool. 

Redstar. 

He thought of the Plentiful Gathering. The camp ringed in spears. The omen. 

The sheer size of the creature. 

Talontooth felt the dread return to him.

It would destroy them all.  

Talontooth veered hard to the right, into the dense treeline. Away from camp. Rootgrove's neck extended and snapped towards Talontooth, barely missing him. The skittering legs of the Woodcrawler charged into the trees after the black cat. 

Over the fear, the dread, the realization of the inevitable - all that remained was the mantra Redstar spoke at the Plentiful Gathering.

"Loyalty, bravery, sacrifice," Talontooth breathed with wide eyes. Rootgrove broke and snapped branches in his charge. Talontooth weaved beneath pine trees and under rocks. Where could he go? What could he even do? Talontooth instinctively thought of the steep incline revealing the view of the lake and the mountains, his first day out as an apprentice. If he could bring it there, and throw himself down the hill, then maybe - 

Talontooth caterwauled as he felt a long, winding leg scratch his shoulder, barely missing him again. He swerved again and leapt through a gap formed by two tree trunks. The beast let out a gargled roar, and the sound of breaking logs, snapping twigs and a horribly loud crash followed. 

Talontooth ran towards the incline. He could hear the thing's ragged wheezing and approaching steps. "Loyalty, bravery, sacrifice…" he repeated hopelessly. 

Long, red tendrils grew out of Rootgrove's body as the Woodcrawler closed in the gap. Talontooth gritted his teeth as he saw the incline and the view of the mountain. 

Loyalty. 

Bravery.

SACRIFICE - 

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Rootgrove wept. The roots strangled his jaws. Pulled him below. His tears were filled with salt. 

The shifting tendons rubbed against each other as the Woodcrawler retreated into a nearby burrow. Its nerves and tendrils pricked against the roots of the nest, sending primitive words below. Food. Hunger. Eat. Feed. Use remains. Grow. 

As the horrible disease folded Rootgrove's flesh, his fetid vocal chords choked the final words of their prey. 

"DEATH." 

Rootgrove disappeared into the darkness of the den. 

The woods fell silent.

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[layziidakkii]

[ DIGITAL SHONEN ] - CHARACTER DESIGNS

The Amazing Digital Shonen is coming back! I plan for it to run alongside Sequence Zero: Prototype once the current comic finishes. —

Some context (and some random sketches just for fun): A few may remember that I had originally two different TADC AUs: The Hare & The Harlequin and The Amazing Digital Shonen, one was more adult-focused while the other catered to my favorite genre. —

I couldn't keep both running so I decided to shelve them both for a time while I continued to chip away at Sequence Zero, but now that comic's coming to an end, and I've had to think about what previous projects of mine to work on next, and I had to choose. —

I decided to just drop THATH and focus any TADC content into Digital Shonen because I have more creative drive to make content for that AU, and a lot has been written for it as of the making of this post!

I'll be upfront, though, this is NOT an +18 AU. —

The focus of this comic will be on its story, characters, and action. I really can't squeeze explicit sexual content as it'll just give me a headache and get in the way of the actual story I'd like to tell. —

It might border on the ecchi side at times, but otherwise it's just going to be your typical shonen adventure. I hope you'll still enjoy what comes out of it despite that. —

Again, I hope to get started and push out an installment before the end of this year, so keep a lookout for more info! And if you like what I do, consider pledging to my Patreon!

[aboutchriss]

NEW YEARS EVE

Pairing: BangChan X fem! Reader

Genre: ex to ???, smut i think

warnings: make out session, mention of: oral sex (f receiving), p in v, no protection (WEAR THEM!!!), creampie. let me know if I missed something.

Author note: You can clearly tell that this has been in my draft for a long time, I'm sorry!! I'm trying to get rid of all the drafts because I'm planning on writing a whole series 👀, I'll write and correct all the draft that i have and then I'll start writing the big project, meanwhile i'm dealing with some physical health problems (nothing to worry about), uni (i have nine exams to do), and my uni internship...so be patient...I love you...see ya🤠

💌 Remember! English it's not my first language, please be gentle with me! let me know if there's any mistake(s) 💌

"Let's raise a toast to the new year. In a couple of hours, a new year will begin. I hope you'll have the best new year ever, full of adventures, new friends, love, and a lot of sex—Chan glances at you. Let's eat and drink and...PARTY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!"

"Cheers!"

Your whole group of friends says together glasses of prosecco are all around the table, except for Mimi (just because she's pregnant).  you sit next to her, looking at her belly 

"Can I?" you ask before touching her belly, caressing it gently.

"What are you wishing for?" She asks, it's an inside joke, both of you believe that if you rub the belly it will bring good luck (it does!! Last time that you did it you passed the interview for your job).

"I need this to be over as soon as possible" you say touching her belly 

"Liar"  she says placing her hand on yours

"Why?"

"I saw how you looked at him" she says 

"what? He looked at me first!" you say justifying yourself

"what's going on between you two?" she asks looking at you 

"gurl..." you say 

"GURL? you think I'm dumb?" she asks 

"nono...it's just that...umh" you look down 

"oh girl what did you do?" she looks at you 

"ikissedhimlastmonthandnowicantstopthinkingaboutit"

"YOU WHAT?" she yells, the whole room looking at both of you

"Mimi..." 

"y/n say it out loud...I dare you" she says 

"I kissed him last month...or he kissed me...I don't know...and now I can't stop thinking about it...we met for a drink...because we're still friends even if we broke up...but umh...we got drunk and we ended up at his house... everything started in the Uber basically-"

"OKAY, slow down...I need something sweet to drink and some grapes"

You gather everything that the pregnant lady asked for, sit next to her, and start to tell her about what happened

“So it all started when I texted him, it’s not the first time that we've gone out after our break up, we're still friends so it's not that weird"

you show her the messages 

"Okay, go on"

she says stuffing her mouth with grapes  you sigh 

-

I got ready, even if I was late I wanted to be cute, NOT for him, but because I wanted to feel good after a long day of work, so I curled my hair and put a cute sundress on -even if it was a night date- and well...I shaved...my legs were HAIRY OKAY? and I put on a cute set of underwear because even though I was with my ex I thought that maybe I could, you know, fuck a stranger a relief some stress.

"strike number one, you don't fuck strangers, you need some kind of bond with the person that you want to fuck or you just can't..do it" she says chewing on grapes 

"I don't slap you just because you're pregnant"

"Whatever...keep going" she says moving her hands toward you 

as always I was late, but of course, he didn't complain i got into the car, he said that I was beautiful and he had that look in his eyes

"what look?" she asks

"the look that a man has when he wants to eat you alive or kill you"

"oh 

oh"

anyway, once we got to the bar he sits beside me and we start talking and shit, you know the usual, nothing more, nothing less.

After a couple of drinks a man, a hot one, approached me, he was talking about his work or something like that, I don't know I was drinking my second gin tonic, so at that point, I was tipsy...Chan was talking to a girl but when he saw that the hot dude hitting on me, he scared him away, after he stayed with me the whole night.

At three a.m or something he called an Uber, both of us were drunk as shit, and for some reason he only gave his address to the driver, during the ride he was still staring at me, with that look, the look that he had at the beginning of the night so I said 

"the fuck you're looking at?"

and he said 

"you"

nothing more, nothing less just 'you', at this point, he was getting closer, and his thigh was touching mine so I innocently placed a hand on it...and he said 

"you're playing with fire, meatball"

"HE CALLED YOU MEATBALL?" Mimi yells 

"shhhhhh, yes he did call me meatball"

"Isn't it the pet name that he used to call you when you were together?" you nod

"keep going this is getting interesting" she says sipping on her juice 

"do you think that it's safe for the child hearing about her aunt fucking her ex?" you say censoring the swear word for the sake of the baby in the belly

"the 'ex' is her uncle, so yeah don't worry, I wanna hear the spicy details, keep going bestie"

"where was I?"

oh, yeah he said

"you're playing with fire meatball"

and I was too stunned to speak for the alcohol or maybe because I missed that pet name, anyway we stared at each other for I don't know how long, and eventually we made it to his place. his arm was on the small of my back, guiding me because I was stumbling, he guided me into the elevator and pressed the 10th-floor -which it's his floor- I was leaning against the wall of the elevator and he was in front of me and AGAIN he was staring at me, this time he was staring at my lips, and- and I was blocked between him and the wall and i...kissed him

"YOU KISSED HIM?" your best friend yells

"let me finish, it's only the beginning" you say 

"Oh, what did you do?"

I was saying I kissed him and he fucking kissed me back and it was one of those kisses that makes you feel like you're in between hell and heaven, I felt alive again after months...he picked me up, and I locked my legs around his hips and I felt it

"GURL"

he walked out of the elevator while I was still between his arms and he never stopped kissing me, which by the way was heating minute after minute, he put the code on his door, got into his apartment, and pushed me against the door, it was a whole new experience because when we were together he never kissed me like that, he did but this time felt different. I started undoing...the button on his shirt and he gave me the 'this is wrong what are you doing?' look. We moved onto his couch, he was between my thighs, he took off his shirt and-

you cover your face feeling the heat on your cheeks with your hands 

"y/n don't tell me that..." she says, you nod and she has the nerve to slap your arm 

"bitch what the hell?" you say massaging your arm

"you fucked him" she said 

you shrug "I think that we both needed it"

"and I need the details, you were to the point where he was taking off his shirt"

at this point, he was bare chest, and I was almost foaming from my mouth, he got bigger, and touching him was like...being home after a long time, his hands were working on the zip of my sundress, and at one point between a kiss and some shy laughs he took the dress off of me, and his jaw dropped because - I didn't mention earlier but- the set of underwear that I was wearing was his favorite

"you did it on purpose didn't you?" she asks eating the last grape of her little bowl

"I mean, it was just a pure coincidence -you get up grabbing another bowl of grapes- I promise I wasn't planning on fucking my ex!"

I asked 

"Is this fine with you?"

He gave me a nod, grabbed me between his arms again, and walked towards his room, leaving our clothes behind, he laid me on his bed and the vanilla scent of his room made my brain short-circuit, or maybe my brain stop working because he was kissing my inner thigh and he knew what he was doing because receiving oral is my favorite thing ever, he started to...doing his job down there -he didn't even bother to take off the thong, he just put it to the side- and...he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life...maybe because of the built-up or I don't know maybe because it was him doing it...after that I kissed him. 

"you kissed him after he ate you out?"  she asks 

"yeah? you don't do this kinda thing with Changbin?" you grab one of the grapes and put it in your mouth 

"We never tried..."

"gurl you're pregnant" you point out

"I mean that we never asked each other if we're into kissing each other after heads...and don't try changing the topic...keep going"

he kissed me and for a moment I thought that was it, because he was laying with his head on my boobs, and my hand was between his curls and it felt so normal that I wanted to slap myself. At some point, I felt guilty because I knew that he was still hard...I was feeling it against my thighs so I said 

"you're gonna get blue balls, let me help you"

I had the nerve to giggle, and we started to fight about his thing, I ended up being on top of him...he was still wearing his jeans, and he was so hard that I bet that it was hurting him so I took off his pants, and i-am...fucked him, slowly, like painfully, I felt out of shape, it felt like our first time...he sat up while he was still on me, took off my bra -that I was still wearing- and started to kiss my breasts, he was so gentle that I don't know, I had the feeling that he was scared to hurt me, he made us turn and he was on top, he sped up and asked.

"Are you still on the pill?" I nodded and he said

"use your words, baby, please I need to hear you say them"

"yes, I'm still...on the pill...you can...you can cum in me"  he lost it, he started to thrust harder and at the end we both came but he came into me

"you're telling me that he-"

"yes"

"and that you-"

"yes"

"He has a breeding kink?" she asks 

"I said yes Mimi"

"wow, I didn't expect this" she says 

"yeah, I fucked up pretty well because after what we did I fell asleep in his arms, and we were naked, the morning after...we took a shower together and made breakfast for the both of us"

"WOW"

"Yeah..." you say

"Mimi..." 

"AAAAH! CHAN WHAT THE FUCK YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, YOU CAN'T SCARE A PREGNANT WOMAN, OH MY GOD I'M THROWING UP ALL THE GRAPES THAT I ATE"

you start to laugh 

"I'm sorry -he gently rubs her belly- didn't want to scare my little niece"

"what do you want?" she asks

"her -he points at you- I wanna dance with her"

"ah take her, she's boring" she moves her hands 

"Mimi, what the fuck?" she giggles and waves at you as he grabs your hands to guide you to the center of the room where other people are dancing 

"what are you doing?" you ask as he pulls you against him to dance slowly

"I just wanted to...dance with you" he says putting his hand on the small of your back, maybe a little lower

"you wanted to dance with me? or...-you lower your voice- you wanted help with the thing between your legs?"

"well- i- you- i wanted- you..." he says blushing, even his ears getting pink

"you wanted help?" he nods shily 

"care to explain why you're hard?" you whisper to his red ear 

"your fault"

"my fault?"

"you have fucking thigh highs, heels, a skirt, and a shirt meatball, that's a combo killer to me and you know it" you laugh

"combo killer?" you ask 

"I'm dying right here" he put his head on your shoulder, his breath against your neck 

"ask it, Christopher, use your words"

"Can you help me? please" he says against your neck

"you're so desperate that you're begging?" he nods

"a quickie it's fine to you?" you ask 

"fuck yes, but the high thighs and the heels stay on" he says grabbing your hand 

"Is there a place where we can have some private time?" he asks 

"Upstairs, just don't make it obvious" you say

"Okay" he says, he quickly lifts you on his shoulder and walks upstairs

"I said don't make it obvious" you laugh 

"It wasn't that obvious"

"no?" you say 

"then why did Mimi drop her grapes?"

"maybe our niece kicked her guts" he says putting you down, pushing against the closet door 

"our?" you echo

"our niece, yeah. there's no way I'm letting you go after this and after last time" he says, his forehead against yours

"Chris?"

"yeah?"

"less talking" you kiss him

"yes ma'am" he says pushing you inside the closet

"we said a quickie, no more than 20 minutes"

"I think that I'll fuck you into the new year"

"what do you mean?" you ask

"3...2...1...happy new year meatball" he kisses your lips 

"Happy New Year pretty boy" you kiss him back 

[missmadella]

Queen without a crown (Mikey x Reader)

I feel like it might be a bit boring, but I still hope you'll enjoy reading it. I didn’t want to delete what I wrote, so here it is. It’s packed with fluff — fluff everywhere! :3

Summary: You weren’t just a member of Toman. You had a secret — one that no one, not even Mikey, knew about. You were the leader of Black Haven, a gang built from the outcasts and strays of the city. While Toman grew stronger, so did Black Haven, and you found yourself balancing loyalty to Mikey and the rest of Toman with your responsibility to protect your own. Tension mounted between the two gangs, and you found yourself caught in the middle, trying to protect both sides from the inevitable conflict. But with Mikey by your side, you were always one step ahead, even as the truth about your double life hung in the balance.

Words: 10455

When you first met the guys from Toman, it wasn’t anything special. You were just another kid, bruised knees and scuffed sneakers, racing through the back streets on a beat-up bike you barely kept together. Picking fights with anyone who looked at you funny. Laughing like the world couldn’t touch you.

You had no gang, no title, no dream bigger than making it to the next day without getting caught by the cops or some angry rival crew. At least, not yet.

It was Mikey who found you first. You still remember it like it was yesterday — the sharp crack of tires on gravel, the slam of your body against concrete, and then, a hand reaching down. Tiny, calloused, stubborn.

"You're pretty fast," the blond boy grinned, helping you up like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Wanna race again?"

From that day forward, you were pulled into their world. Late-night rides with Baji daring everyone to jump curbs. Emma tugging you into sticker photo booths, giggling while you made stupid faces. Draken lecturing you after you picked another fight you couldn’t win. Mitsuya fixing your torn jacket without asking for anything in return. And Mikey, always Mikey, dragging you by the wrist into new adventures like a storm you didn’t know how to stop — and didn’t want to.

Toman became your family before you even realized it. But what they didn’t know — what you kept tucked safely behind a careful smile — was that you had another family, too.

While Toman rose, so did something else. A gang, built from the kids no one wanted. The runaways. The strays. The fighters. You found them. Protected them. Raised them.

You gave them a name — Black Haven.

No one knew you were their leader. Not Toman. Not Mikey. No one.

You told yourself you were protecting them, both sides. You told yourself the day would never come when it would matter.

You were wrong.

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The shrine grounds were packed with bodies. Black uniforms stretched in perfect rows across the stone courtyard, hundreds of Toman members standing tall under the early morning sun. The air buzzed with tension, low whispers passing between groups like electricity.

You made your way through the crowd, your hands tucked loosely into your jacket pockets, the worn stone path familiar beneath your boots.

Emma spotted you first, standing off to the side with Chifuyu and Mitsuya. She waved so hard she nearly tipped over, her smile lighting up her whole face.

"[Name]!" she called.

You grinned and jogged over, letting her fling herself into your arms for a quick hug.

"Took you long enough," Chifuyu teased, bumping your shoulder. "You know Mikey hates waiting."

You shrugged, completely unbothered.

"He can deal with it," you said, laughing. "I'm worth the wait."

Mitsuya gave you a small, knowing smile. "Glad you're here. Things are... getting serious."

Your gaze flicked toward the front of the shrine steps where Mikey stood, arms crossed, Draken at his side. Even from this distance, you could feel the heavy weight of Mikey’s presence, calm and dangerous all at once.

Today wasn’t just any meeting. It was about Black Haven — the newest gang shaking up Tokyo’s streets.

Your gang.

Not that anyone here knew that.

You followed Emma and the others toward the front where the captains were gathering. You felt a few curious glances from the lower ranks — you weren’t a Toman officer, not officially — but everyone knew you were close with Mikey. Close enough that no one dared to question your presence.

You offered a casual nod to Draken as you approached. He grunted in return, his usual way of saying "good to see you."

Mikey tilted his head when he saw you, a lazy little smile tugging at his mouth.

"You made it," he said simply.

"Of course," you replied, flashing a grin. "Wouldn't miss it."

Mikey's smile faded slightly as he shifted his weight, his expression turning serious.

"Today’s about Black Haven," he said, voice low enough for only the captains — and you — to hear. "They’re getting bigger. Fast. Taking territory. Some of our boys are getting nervous."

You hummed thoughtfully, crossing your arms.

"Have they made a move against Toman yet?" you asked.

"No," Draken answered, arms folded across his chest. "But they're too organized to ignore."

Mitsuya stepped forward, frowning lightly.

"We don't want a war, but if they push, we’ll have no choice."

You felt their eyes on you — Mikey’s sharp gaze most of all. They trusted you. They trusted your judgment.

You smiled, slow and easy.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Black Haven," you said lightly, voice carrying just enough confidence to settle the nerves buzzing around you. "They’re not stupid. If anything, they’ll want to avoid a fight with Toman."

Chifuyu looked skeptical. "But they're growing way too fast. That usually means they're planning something."

You laughed under your breath, ruffling Chifuyu’s hair much to his annoyance.

"Not everyone’s looking to pick a fight," you said. "Some people just want to survive. Protect their own."

Mikey’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you, but he said nothing.

You met his gaze evenly, letting the truth you couldn't say shimmer quietly between you.

I know them better than you think.

I know because I built them.

"Trust me," you said, smiling a little wider. "They’re not your enemy."

Mikey watched you for a long moment. Then he nodded once, slow and deliberate.

"Alright," he said simply. "If you say so."

The tension around the captains eased slightly, the ripple passing subtly through the ranks. Toman trusted Mikey. Mikey trusted you.

It was enough — for now.

You tucked your hands back into your pockets, rocking back on your heels as you gazed out over the sea of black uniforms. The shrine's old bells clanged softly in the wind, and for a moment, everything felt strangely peaceful.

But you knew peace never lasted long in this world.

And you knew — sooner or later — the truth would have to come out.

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The meeting at the shrine broke up slowly, the buzz of voices rising again as the tension dissolved. Toman boys laughed and shoved at each other, the captains gathering in small groups to talk about next steps.

You slipped away toward the old stone steps at the edge of the shrine, needing a breath of fresh air. The weight of keeping your secret pressed heavy against your ribs. But you held it. Just a little longer.

You were staring up at the pale sky when you heard footsteps behind you — soft, familiar.

You didn't need to turn to know who it was.

Mikey.

He wandered up beside you, hands buried deep in his pockets, his small frame deceptively casual.

For a moment, he just stood there, silent, looking up at the same sky.

Then, without warning, he leaned sideways — his full weight pressing against your arm like a sleepy cat.

You huffed a quiet laugh but didn't move away.

"You're heavy, you know that?" you teased.

"No I'm not," he said lazily, bumping you a little harder.

You rolled your eyes but let him stay, feeling the familiar warmth of him seeping through your jacket.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The shrine bells clanged softly in the breeze. The murmured voices of the others drifted faintly in the background.

Then, Mikey spoke — low, almost thoughtful.

"You know something about Black Haven."

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an accusation either.

Just a quiet, certain truth.

You swallowed, keeping your face carefully neutral.

"What makes you think that?" you said lightly.

He shifted, resting his chin on your shoulder now, the way a kid might cling to someone they trusted without thinking about it.

"Just a feeling," he said simply.

You sighed, tilting your head so it lightly bumped against his.

"You and your feelings."

"They’re never wrong," he mumbled.

You smiled faintly, heart aching a little.

Of course he’d notice. Of course it would be Mikey. No matter how good you were at hiding, he could always see you.

"Don't worry so much," you said, voice soft. "Black Haven isn’t a threat to you."

He made a small, dissatisfied noise in the back of his throat, like he didn’t like that answer.

He slipped his hand into the sleeve of your jacket, fingers curling loosely around your wrist, holding you there.

"You’re important," Mikey said simply. "Anything you care about… I wanna know."

Your breath caught a little.

It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even about control. It was just Mikey — stubborn and clingy in his own quiet way — trying to stay close to the people he loved before the world could take them away.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze.

Dark eyes, wide open, completely honest.

It made your throat feel tight.

"You trust me, right?" you asked.

He didn’t even blink.

"Always."

You smiled, small and real.

"Then trust me when I say — everything's gonna be okay."

Mikey stared at you for a long moment. Then he sighed, long and slow, like it took the last of his suspicion with it.

"Fine," he said, sounding put-upon, but you felt his grip on your sleeve tighten for a second before he finally let go.

"But you're sticking close," he added, tone brightening into something lighter. "I'm not letting you run off with some other gang."

You barked out a laugh.

"As if anyone could steal me away from you," you said, ruffling his hair roughly.

He grinned — wide and bright, just a flash of the kid he used to be.

And for now — just for a little while — the secret you carried stayed safe between your ribs.

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You slipped away from the shrine once the meeting ended, trying not to draw too much attention as you made your way toward the meeting place with your vice-captain — the right hand of the Black Havens.

Your boots were steady against the ground as you moved deeper into the city, away from the lingering tension of the gathering. You had barely escaped Mikey’s clinginess today, excusing yourself with a quick lie about a family emergency. Of course, it wasn’t true — but you couldn't risk exposing yourself yet, not when the tension between gangs was running so high.

You had already made yourself a little suspicious, with the way you spoke up during the meeting... But luckily, it wasn't enough for anyone to think much beyond the idea that you might know someone from Black Haven. You hoped it stayed that way.

When you finally stepped onto the long-forgotten hall grounds, you spotted your vice-captain already waiting for you.

His back straightened the second he saw you, sharp eyes sweeping the area before greeting you with a slightly more relaxed expression.

"Boss," he said, voice low.

You gave him a small smile and signaled with a tilt of your head for him to follow. Together, you made your way toward the worn-out sitting area your gang had set up for meetings, even when it was just the two of you.

"Report," you said briskly, not even waiting to sit down before asking.

You dropped onto the battered, sun-bleached sofa you had scavenged from the city streets, while your vice-captain settled into the seat across from you, separated by a rickety old table.

He nodded at your command and immediately began.

"Black Haven’s foothold in the western blocks is solid. No one's challenging us yet," he said. "And the rumors are working. Toman’s spooked, but they’re not aggressive."

You nodded in approval, watching as he leaned back slightly, relaxing into the sofa now that he was delivering good news.

"I see. That’s good," you said, letting out a slow, measured breath as you calculated your next move.

It was working — exactly the way you intended. Grow strong enough to be respected, known by name… but not threatening enough to provoke an all-out fight.

Not yet.

You wanted to form an alliance with Toman. The ambitions Mikey had shown these past few days were impressive, and you had a strong feeling that big changes were coming to the gang world — changes that could be promising.

You hoped to create a stable future — A way to provide for the people in your gang, to help them regulate their problems, to give them something more than survival. A second family.

You sighed quietly, your gaze fixed on a worn spot on the table between you and Kaito.

“They talked about us today, Kaito,” you finally said, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“What did they say?” he asked immediately, voice low and steady.

You leaned back slightly, running a hand through your hair as you recalled the meeting.

“If we start a fight, they’ll have no problem responding with force," you said. "I want to form an alliance with them before it comes to that. I’m hoping we can arrange a meeting soon. But..." You hesitated briefly, tapping your fingers lightly against your knee. "I already said a few suspicious things today."

A long silence stretched between you after you spoke.

Kaito was watching you carefully — like a hawk, analyzing every word, every shift in your expression. Probably already planning ten moves ahead, just like you.

“Are you sure, Y/n?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now. “That this is the path we want to take? To work with Toman?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him.

Kaito shifted, resting his arms across the battered armrest of the old sofa, his gaze drifting briefly up to the cracked ceiling before locking back onto yours.

“I’m sure, Kaito," you said calmly. "I think we can expand our network this way. Build something real — something that lasts. A future alongside Toman, not against them."

He frowned slightly as he listened, his eyes sharp.

“We could crush their enemies ourselves," he muttered. "We don't need them."

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, hands clasped loosely.

"We’re not here to crush anyone," you said, voice firm and steady. "We’re here to survive. To protect our own."

You watched the way Kaito’s jaw tightened at your words — the tension there — but after a moment, he nodded. Not because he fully agreed. But because he trusted you.

Because if there was one thing he knew by now — it was that underestimating you was a mistake he would never make again.

You leaned back against the sofa again, crossing your legs with a calm, deliberate motion.

"I know Mikey. I know Draken," you said quietly. "They’re good people. Toman’s got a real chance to change things for all of us — if they stay strong."

You glanced over at Kaito, your voice soft, but certain.

"And if we help them stay strong — without them ever knowing — we win too."

Kaito’s expression shifted; still hard, still serious, but now touched with something else. Pride.

"Understood," he said. "We’ll move quietly. Clean up anything that threatens them."

A real smile tugged at your lips — rare and genuine.

"Good."

You pushed yourself up from the old sofa, dusting your hands off casually. You started toward the path that would take you home, boots tapping lightly against the cracked ground.

But before you disappeared into the night, you turned back once more, casting a look over your shoulder at Kaito.

Your voice was steady when you spoke.

"Keep your eyes open. And trust me, Kaito. We’re just getting started."

Then you turned away, fading into the city’s dark heartbeat — leaving nothing behind but the echo of your promise.

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[FUTURE — TAKEMICHI'S POV]

With a gasp, Takemichi jolted upright from the bed where he had been lying. His heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath, the familiar feeling of disorientation gripping him tightly.

It was the second time he had time-jumped — and just like before, Naoto was sitting at his desk, waiting.

Surprised to see Takemichi awake so suddenly, Naoto turned slightly in his chair, nodding a silent greeting.

Takemichi sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to steady himself.

“Mikey’s a good guy..." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "I can’t believe he changes this much in the future... What happened?"

His voice was low, almost broken, as his fingers ran anxiously through his messy black curls.

Before Naoto could even answer, Takemichi shot up from the bed, moving quickly toward him, eyes wide with a new urgency.

"Naoto," he said, voice sharper now, "Do you know who Y/n is?"

Naoto blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in Takemichi’s voice.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, studying Takemichi for a long moment before answering.

"Y/n..." he repeated quietly. A shadow flickered across his face — a rare crack in his usual calm.

"I know the name," Naoto said slowly. "Back when Toman was still rising, she was well-known. Some called her a mediator... others called her something much more dangerous."

Takemichi's hands clenched at his sides, heart racing faster.

"What happened to her?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Naoto's jaw tensed.

"No one knows for sure," he admitted. "After Toman fractured... after Mikey started to change... Y/n and her gang — Black Haven — disappeared. Almost overnight."

Takemichi shook his head, disbelief clawing at his throat.

"That doesn't make sense," he said hoarsely. "She was close with them. With Mikey... with all of Toman."

Naoto's expression darkened.

"Some theories say Mikey ordered it," he said quietly. "Others say Y/n betrayed them first."

Takemichi felt the room tilt under him.

Betrayal? Mikey?

It didn’t add up. Not with the memories burning fresh in his heart — of Y/n laughing with Emma, arguing playfully with Draken, the way Mikey’s entire mood brightened just being near her.

"No..." Takemichi whispered.

Naoto watched him carefully.

"If you want answers," he said, voice low and firm, "you’ll have to go deeper. Dig into Toman’s darkest days. Find out what really happened between them."

Takemichi’s fists trembled.

He wasn’t just fighting for Hinata anymore.

He had to save Y/n too.

Before the future swallowed her whole.

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The first thing he needed to do before going back was to talk to someone from Toman in the future. He had to find out what happened to Y/n — and he needed answers if he wanted to prevent it.

Takemichi clenched his fists as he hurried down the empty streets, heart pounding with every step. There was only one person he could trust right now. One person who would tell him the truth.

Draken.

If anyone still carried the old spirit of Toman — the real Toman — it was him.

After some digging and a few tense calls with Naoto’s help, Takemichi found out that Draken now worked at a motorcycle repair shop tucked away behind the industrial blocks of the city.

It didn’t take long before Takemichi stood outside the faded garage, the smell of oil and gasoline heavy in the air. Through the open door, he could see him — tall, unmistakable, the dragon tattoo still curling up the side of his head.

Older. Rougher. But still unmistakably Draken.

Takemichi swallowed hard and stepped inside.

Draken looked up from the bike he was working on, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze was sharp — older eyes, but the same fire behind them.

"Takemichi?" he said, surprised.

Takemichi gave a shaky smile.

"Draken... I need to talk to you. It's important."

Draken tossed the rag aside and crossed his arms, studying him carefully.

"Yeah? About what?"

Takemichi hesitated only a second.

"Y/n," he said. "And Black Haven."

For a moment, the air itself seemed to freeze. Draken’s face darkened, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

He looked away, jaw tight, the memories clearly cutting deeper than any wound.

"You’re digging into dangerous shit, Takemichi," he said, his voice low and rough. "Some things... some things are better left buried."

Takemichi stepped forward, desperate.

"But I need to know! Please, Draken — what happened to her?"

Draken’s shoulders stiffened. He was silent for a long time — so long Takemichi thought he might never answer.

Finally, Draken exhaled, a sound full of regret and anger.

"Y/n... she tried to save us," he said quietly. "She fought harder than any of us. Against Toman’s enemies... and against ourselves."

He looked up then, eyes burning.

"And we betrayed her anyway."

Draken’s jaw tightened, his eyes hard but distant — lost somewhere deep in the past.

"She sacrificed herself for us," he said, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. "Back then, we were spiraling. Fighting battles we couldn’t win, making enemies we couldn’t outrun."

He dragged a hand over his face, like trying to wipe away the memory itself.

"Black Haven… they stood with us. Even when they didn’t have to. Even when we didn’t deserve it."

Takemichi’s heart twisted painfully in his chest.

"During a territory war... there was an ambush," Draken continued. "It wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for Mikey."

Takemichi’s eyes widened in horror.

"She knew," Draken said. "She knew it was a trap. She figured it out at the last second."

His fists clenched tighter, knuckles going white.

"And instead of letting it happen, she took the hit meant for him. Protected him with her own life."

Takemichi staggered back a step, the weight of the truth hitting him like a blow.

"And Mikey..." Draken’s voice cracked, real pain seeping through. "He didn’t even realize how much he loved her until she was gone."

There was a thick, terrible silence.

"After that," Draken said, voice hollow, "he changed. Toman changed."

Takemichi struggled to breathe, the devastation sinking in.

"Mikey blamed himself. He thinks he betrayed her in some way not protecting her like he promised." “He shut everyone out. Started making deals with the wrong people. Built the Toman you see now."

Takemichi felt his throat tighten.

All because of you. Because you believed in them. Because you protected them, even when they couldn't protect you.

And it had shattered everything.

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[Past]

The night air was crisp as Mikey revved the engine of his bike, the soft hum of the machine blending with the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

You sat behind him, clutching onto his waist as the two of you rode away from the noise of Toman's headquarters. There was always something peaceful about these moments, when the world seemed to fade away and it was just the two of you, navigating through the quiet streets together.

The city was quiet, but the weight of everything around you seemed louder than ever. Toman had grown bigger, stronger, but with that came its problems. Mikey was different — more serious, more distant.

You could tell he was feeling the weight of leadership even if he didn’t speak it aloud.

As you both pulled up to a familiar spot on the outskirts of town — a spot Mikey had found some time ago, where he could just think — he cut the engine and parked the bike.

It was just the two of you now.

You both sat in silence for a moment, gazing at the moonlit view of the city in front of you. The air felt charged with a thousand unspoken words, and it made you feel a little too vulnerable.

Finally, Mikey broke the silence. His voice was low, a little tired, but it carried the usual warmth.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he said, looking out at the horizon. "I don’t know what it is, but... when I’m here, I can think more clearly."

You leaned back against the bike, glancing at him. “You always find some spot to escape to, huh?”

Mikey chuckled softly, but it lacked its usual mischievous edge. “Yeah... it helps me breathe.”

You smiled, but there was something in your chest that hurt, a subtle ache. You wanted to tell him, to let him know that you understood more than he thought — but the words felt stuck.

Instead, you said, "Mikey… you’ve been carrying a lot lately, haven’t you?”

Mikey’s expression softened for a moment, his gaze flickering to you. It was brief, but you caught the vulnerability there, the strain behind his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need him to. You already knew.

"I know you’ve got big dreams for Toman. I know you want to change things — make something good out of all this chaos." You hesitated before continuing, "But you don’t have to do it alone, Mikey. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself."

His eyes met yours then, a slight frown on his face. "I’m not alone," he said quietly. "I’ve got Toman... and I’ve got you."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words. The way he said it, so simply, yet with such sincerity.

"You’re more than just a friend, you know that?" Mikey added, his voice a little quieter now, like he was admitting something he hadn’t said out loud before. “I trust you. More than anyone else.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart skip. You weren't sure if it was the quiet of the night, or if it was the unspoken bond that had been growing between the two of you for months now — but something felt different tonight.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you looked at him, letting the silence stretch out between you. There was something unspoken, something deep that both of you had been dancing around for a while.

"You’re important to me, Mikey," you said after a long pause. Your voice was softer, but the words came from somewhere deep inside you, and you couldn’t take them back now. "I don’t just mean for Toman... but as a person. You don’t have to act like you have it all figured out. We’re all just trying to make it through together."

Mikey was quiet for a moment, taking in your words. His gaze dropped to his hands resting on the handlebars of the bike before he looked up at you again.

He was close — closer than usual. And when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“You really think so?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze head-on, your chest tight with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah. I do.”

Mikey studied you for a long moment, his usual playful smirk replaced with something softer. His hand slowly moved, hesitantly reaching out as though he wasn’t sure if he should. But then, as if deciding in that split second, he gently took your hand in his.

The touch was unexpected but so simple, so real, and you felt your heart beat a little faster.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, Mikey. We’re all in this together," you repeated softly, squeezing his hand just enough to let him know you meant it.

And for the first time, Mikey let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t just about Toman. It wasn’t just about the gang, or the struggles. It was about the two of you — sharing the quiet night, each other's company, and understanding more than either of you had said aloud.

He leaned a little closer, his voice low. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve been trying to do too much... but I think it’s time I let you in more, huh?”

You both stayed there in that small moment of quiet, the weight of the world outside suddenly feeling a little more bearable.

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In the following weeks, the Black Havens operated silently — always there when Toman needed them, and disappearing just as quietly, as if they had never been there at all. You were more than happy with how things were unfolding. Step by step, you were getting closer to the goal you had set. Finally, Kaito approached Toman on your behalf to propose a meeting to discuss the future. When he reported back to you, he was still a little grumpy about it — but as always, he followed you without question. It was settled. At the next Toman gathering you attended, ready to hear their latest plans, Draken began to speak about the upcoming meeting with Black Haven. A small, satisfied smile tugged at your lips. You were finally getting closer.

"What’s with that smile?" Mikey asked, suddenly appearing behind you, draping himself over your back without warning. "You're such a brat," you muttered, laughing under your breath as you shifted to keep your balance. "You're heavy, y'know?" Mikey just hummed lazily, like he didn’t hear a word. "Nothing," you said, the smile lingering on your lips. "Just happy you guys finally managed to set up that meeting with the gang."

"I'm happy when you're happy, Y/N-chii," he mumbled into your back, before finally sliding down and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face against you. "Something wrong?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady — even as you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks. He just shook his head, the motion brushing against you softly. "I want you there too when we meet them, Y/N," he said quietly. You stiffened instinctively at his words, but luckily, Mikey didn’t seem to notice. You took a moment, forcing yourself to breathe, to steady the racing of your heart. "O... Of course I can join," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a mumble. "If that's what you want." A wide, beaming smile broke across Mikey’s face, so bright it almost knocked the air out of you. "I can't wait, Y/N," he said simply — and somehow, it made your chest ache in the sweetest way.

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The air was sharp and heavy as you stood among the Toman ranks, your hands tucked deep into your jacket pockets to hide the slight tremor of nerves running through you. The meeting place was a neutral zone — an abandoned lot near the old train tracks, worn down by time and forgotten by the city, just like so many of the kids standing there now.

Across the clearing, the Black Haven members gathered in tight formation, all dressed in their sharp, dark uniforms. And at the front, standing tall and composed, was Kaito — your right hand, your voice when you couldn't speak for yourself. Even now, he held the line perfectly, his expression cold and unreadable as he faced down Toman’s captains.

You were standing with Toman, just behind Draken and Mikey, feeling the weight of both worlds pressing down on your shoulders. Mikey was calm at your side, but you could feel the tension radiating off him — the electric hum of a boy who could be your fiercest protector... or your most dangerous enemy, depending on what happened next.

Draken stepped forward first, his voice low but commanding. "We asked for a meeting with Black Haven’s leader," he said, his sharp gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar faces. "We want to talk directly."

For a moment, there was silence. The Black Haven members shifted slightly, waiting, glancing among themselves — but Kaito stood firm, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

And then — you moved.

You stepped forward from the ranks of Toman, your boots crunching lightly against the gravel as every pair of eyes snapped toward you.

Mikey's head whipped around in confusion, his eyes widening slightly.

You didn’t hesitate.

You kept your movements steady, sure, even as your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest. You crossed the space between the two gangs, stopping just a few steps in front of Mikey and Draken, your back turned for a moment to your Black Haven family — a silent trust passing between you and Kaito.

You faced Toman fully now.

Took a deep breath.

And smiled — slow, certain, unshakable.

"I’m the leader of Black Haven," you said, your voice clear and cutting through the heavy air. "[Name] — at your service."

For a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to stop. You could feel it — the way time froze, the way shock rippled through the crowd like a stone dropped in still water.

Mikey’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes locked onto you in raw disbelief.

Draken’s fists clenched at his sides.

Even Chifuyu, standing off to the side, made a small, audible sound — half surprise, half betrayal.

But you stood your ground, calm and steady, your heart screaming against your ribs but your face giving nothing away.

This was it.

The moment you had been walking toward for so long.

And no matter what came next —

You wouldn’t run.

The wind stirred the dust around the neutral grounds, but no one moved.

From between the groups, you stepped forward — calm, steady, even as your heart hammered in your chest. All eyes shifted to you, heavy with confusion and tension.

"I’m the leader of Black Haven," you said clearly, your voice carrying across the space. Toman's members stiffened — Draken’s eyes narrowed slightly, Takemichi’s mouth fell open — but you only watched him.

Mikey.

At first, his face was unreadable. He just blinked at you — once, twice — his body strangely relaxed, almost too still.

Then, slowly, you saw it.

Not anger. Not betrayal. Realization.

Like a thousand puzzle pieces snapped into place behind those sharp, dark eyes. All the strange moments — the times Black Haven had shown up just in time, helped them without asking for anything, disappeared without explanation — it all made sense now.

Mikey’s lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

"You were helping us," he said finally, his voice low with wonder, not accusation. "All this time... it was because of you."

You felt the breath you hadn't realized you were holding leave your lungs. A soft, almost shy smile tugged at your mouth.

"I couldn’t stand by and do nothing," you admitted, lowering your gaze briefly. "I wanted to protect you. All of you."

Silence settled over the field — but this time, it was different. Lighter. Softer.

Mikey took a step closer to you. His expression — so often guarded, unreadable — was open now, glowing with something bright and fragile.

"You dummy," he muttered, but there was a small, fond smile playing at the edges of his lips. "You could have told me."

You laughed under your breath, a little shaky, a little relieved.

"Maybe," you said. "But... I was scared. I didn’t want you to look at me differently."

He blinked once, like the idea itself was ridiculous, and then — without warning — he closed the space between you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him.

"You’re still you," he said into your hair. "And you're still mine."

Behind him, Draken finally relaxed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Takemichi let out a breathy, emotional laugh like he’d been holding it for an hour. Even Kaito, standing proudly at your back, smiled — just the smallest, proudest twitch of his lips.

Everything would be alright.

You had crossed the line between two worlds — but somehow, you still belonged to both.

And in Mikey’s arms, you knew: You hadn’t lost anything. You had gained everything.

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The tension that had wrapped itself around the neutral ground like a noose finally loosened. Voices murmured between Toman and Black Haven members, uncertain at first, but growing steadier with every second that passed.

Mikey finally let you go — but his hand stayed lightly resting on your shoulder, as if to anchor you there beside him. You caught Kaito’s eye across the few steps between you. He gave you a small nod — the silent kind that said, "I’ve got you."

Draken cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to the serious business at hand. "Alright," he said, crossing his arms, his voice even. "Now that... surprises are out of the way, let’s get to it."

Kaito stepped forward now, taking his place just slightly behind you, the natural second-in-command of Black Haven. He stood tall, arms relaxed at his sides, his expression respectful but sharp. Where you were warmth and reassurance, he was stone and fire — the perfect balance.

You nodded to Mikey, giving him the floor.

"We called this meeting because we can’t fight what's coming alone," Mikey said simply, his tone calm, focused. "There’s bigger threats out there — gangs that don’t care about honor, loyalty, or the people in their way."

Kaito’s mouth twitched slightly, like he agreed but wasn’t surprised.

You crossed your arms thoughtfully, your mind already racing ahead. "Before we finalize anything," you said calmly, "there are a few things Black Haven would like to discuss."

Mikey tilted his head at you, smiling lazily. "Of course, Y/N. Lay it on us."

You felt Kaito step a little closer — a silent wall of backup.

"First," you started, voice even, "we'd like to maintain a part of our original territory. Not because we want to stay separate — but because it's our home. Our roots." You glanced at Kaito and saw his slight nod, approving.

Draken leaned forward, arms resting casually on his knees. "Which areas are you talking about?"

You quickly outlined the few blocks that had always been Black Haven’s center — an old warehouse district, a few neighborhoods where you'd built something close to family.

Mikey listened carefully, not interrupting once.

"Fine by me," he said easily. "Toman protects its own, wherever they are."

You smiled slightly, relief easing the tight knot in your chest.

"And second," you continued, "I want assurance that Black Haven's way of handling conflicts will be respected. We don’t jump straight to violence unless absolutely necessary. We talk first. Fight only if there’s no other way."

Kaito made a noise like a quiet grunt of agreement.

Mikey’s eyes lit up with a flicker of mischief. "Sounds a lot like Toman too, you know," he said. "But yeah. You got it. No pointless fights."

You felt a warm swell of respect in your chest. Mikey wasn't just agreeing to anything to please you — he genuinely understood.

"And lastly," you said, a little more hesitantly, "I want my people to be treated like equals. No 'lower ranks' because they came from another gang."

At that, Mikey’s face turned serious — not cold, but honest.

"You’re my equals," he said simply. "You're family now. No one gets treated like second-class."

You breathed out slowly, the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders in a way that felt... right.

Kaito finally spoke up, his voice deep and steady. "And if anyone breaks that trust," he said, "they answer to both of us."

Mikey grinned, like a little kid getting into mischief. "I like this guy," he said, nudging Draken with his elbow. Draken smirked but nodded approvingly at Kaito.

It felt real now. Not just words in the air, but something solid — a foundation.

You leaned back slightly, relaxing for the first time that night.

"Alright," you said, a small satisfied smile pulling at your lips. "Looks like we have a deal."

Mikey suddenly stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "And since we're all friends now..." he said, flashing a cheeky grin, "we celebrate after all this boring talk is over!"

You couldn't help but laugh under your breath. Some things about Mikey would never change — and honestly, you were grateful for that.

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The weeks following the alliance between Toman and Black Haven passed in a blur of movement and change. Territories were re-mapped, trust was slowly being built between the two groups, and it became clear that Black Haven’s strength and strategic mind — your mind — had been a missing piece Toman never knew they needed.

You found yourself attending more meetings, giving more advice, standing closer to the core members. Kaito was never far from your side, a silent, steady reminder of where you came from — and what you still fought for.

Mikey grew even more relaxed around you, often dragging you into conversations or teasing you just to see you react. Even Draken, usually stoic, started treating you like an old comrade. You were becoming part of them.

But not everything was calm.

Rumors started swirling — a new gang, bigger and more ruthless than anything they had faced so far, was making moves into Toman’s and Black Haven’s shared territories. They weren’t interested in talking. They wanted dominance. Full control.

A clash was inevitable.

Preparations for the fight consumed everyone’s time. New alliances were forged. Old grudges were set aside. Everyone was sharpening their blades, so to speak.

It was in the middle of all this chaos that Takemichi found his chance to approach you. The boy was timid, fidgeting nervously as he sat down next to you on the curb during a late night patrol.

"Uh...Y/N-san?" he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You glanced at him, one eyebrow raised.

"I just... I was wondering... why you do all this," he said, voice small. "I mean, you're strong, and smart... You could have just stayed with Black Haven and avoided all this mess, right?"

You leaned back slightly, looking up at the stars.

"Because they matter," you said simply. "My people. Your people. They’re not so different. They just need someone to believe in them."

Takemichi nodded slowly, taking your words in like they were precious. He stayed silent for a long while, just sitting there beside you, before finally speaking again.

"I’m glad you’re with us," he said, voice quiet but sure. "I...I feel like... you being here changes things. In a good way."

You smiled softly at him — a rare, genuine smile.

"Thank you, Takemichi."

But even as you spoke, a strange tightness grew in your chest. Because deep down, you knew this upcoming fight wasn’t just another battle.

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"Y/N-san," Takemichi started again two days later, his voice small as he hesitated next to you during a late-night patrol. "I… I need to talk to you about something important."

You glanced up at him, sensing something was off. "What’s going on, Takemichi?"

He hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside you, his eyes not meeting yours. He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I just… I wanted to say, um, that this fight with the new gang… it’s not going to be easy. It’s not like the others we’ve faced before. And... I think you’re in a lot more danger than you realize."

You raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised by his tone. "Danger? Takemichi, I’ve been in plenty of fights before. I can handle myself."

He shifted, clearly unsure of how to continue, but there was an urgency in his eyes now, something that made you stop and listen.

"It’s not just about fighting, Y/N," he said, his voice low. "This gang… they’re ruthless. They’re not going to play fair. They’ll do anything to win. And with everything going on right now, I don’t think anyone is fully prepared for how bad it could get."

You frowned, but there was something in his words that made your chest tighten. Takemichi had always been a little dramatic, but this was different. He was serious, like he knew something you didn’t.

"I’ll be fine," you said, trying to reassure him. "I’m not new to this, you know."

Takemichi looked at you, his eyes filled with worry. "I know you can fight. I know you’re strong. But… I just don’t want to see you caught in the middle of something that we can’t control. You’re part of Toman now, and Black Haven… and I… I don’t want anything to happen to you."

His words made you pause. There was a deep sincerity in them, something that hit you harder than you expected. Takemichi had always been one to protect people, but this felt more personal than anything he’d said before.

"You don’t have to worry about me," you said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension. "I’ve got things under control. I’m not going to just let this gang walk all over us."

Takemichi looked like he wanted to say more, but he bit his lip, his hands still clenched in his lap. He nodded slowly, clearly conflicted. "Just… just be careful, okay? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. You mean a lot to all of us, Y/N."

His words lingered in the air long after he fell silent, and you were left with a strange, unsettling feeling. You’d never seen Takemichi like this before — so serious, so fearful. He was trying to tell you something, but you couldn’t quite grasp it.

Still, you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure we win this, and no one’s getting hurt."

But deep down, something in you wasn’t so sure. Takemichi’s warning echoed in your mind, and though you didn’t want to admit it, a tiny knot of unease began to grow.

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The next few days were a blur of preparations. You found yourself trying to push aside Takemichi’s words, focusing on the fight ahead, but his worry weighed heavily on you.

The tension grew as the day of the battle approached. The new gang was getting closer, and everyone was on edge. The final meeting before the fight was tense, but you did your best to push through it, sticking to the plans, offering strategies, and reassuring those around you.

But Takemichi’s words were always there, in the back of your mind, a reminder that things might not go as planned.

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The night of the battle had arrived.

The streets were bathed in the cold light of the moon, casting eerie shadows across the ground. The air was thick with tension as the two gangs stood facing each other. The sound of feet shuffling, muffled voices, and the occasional clink of chains or metal filled the otherwise silent night. The battle lines were drawn, and both sides knew there was no turning back.

You stood with Mikey, Kaito, and the others at the front, the leaders of both Toman and Black Haven united for the impending chaos. Your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you kept your calm, your mind focused on the battle ahead. Every move, every word had been calculated in preparation for this moment. It was time to show what Toman and Black Haven had become together.

"Stay close," Mikey said to you, his usual carefree demeanor gone. His voice was serious now, sharp. He wasn't joking around tonight. "We’ve got this. Just stick to the plan."

You nodded, your eyes scanning the enemy's ranks. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The other gang, though smaller in numbers, had an intensity to them that felt… different. Ruthless. Like they weren't here to simply win — they were here to make a statement.

The tension broke as the first blows were exchanged. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the screams of those caught in the fray filled the night. You darted into the thick of the battle, taking down opponents with swift, calculated moves, your mind still sharp despite the chaos around you.

Your eyes flickered back to Mikey, and for a moment, everything slowed. You saw him fighting with ferocity, his moves precise, but something in his stance looked off. He was overexposed, surrounded by a group of enemies closing in on him. That same tight feeling from before — the one that Takemichi's words had brought — surged back in your chest.

"Dammit," you muttered under your breath, your eyes quickly scanning for the quickest way to reach him. The battlefield was becoming a whirlwind of bodies, and the longer you stayed in the thick of it, the harder it would be to reach Mikey.

And then, there it was — an opening. A gap where Mikey was standing, backed into a corner, fighting desperately against two men who had him pinned. They were closing in, ready to strike.

"No!" You muttered, breaking into a sprint, your feet pounding the asphalt as you shoved past fighters and leapt into action. You barreled toward Mikey, but it was too late.

A figure, an enemy gang member, raised a large knife, aiming straight for Mikey's back. It was a deadly move, and you knew he wouldn't see it coming in time.

Without thinking, you launched yourself forward, shoulder-checking Mikey out of the way just as the blade came crashing down. You felt the sharp sting as the knife grazed your side, the pain immediate and searing, but you didn't let it stop you. Your hand shot out, grabbing the wrist of the attacker before he could strike again.

But before you could disarm him, the world seemed to tilt as you felt a weight settle against you. Blood was trickling from your side now, your vision swimming, but you fought it, focused on the battle at hand.

"Mikey, get back!" you shouted, trying to shove the attacker off, but your movements were sluggish, the pain intensifying.

You managed to get to your feet, but your knees wobbled. Mikey stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock. "Y/N!" he shouted, clearly alarmed.

It was then you realized how close the situation had become.

And then, just as you thought the battle would break you — something unexpected happened.

A flash of blonde hair caught your attention. Takemichi, his face set in determination, was suddenly there. He dove into the fray, tackling the attacker off you with incredible force, knocking the knife out of his hand. In one swift motion, Takemichi swung a fist that sent the opponent reeling back, down to the ground.

He turned to you immediately, his hands on your shoulders as he scanned your face. "Y/N!" His voice was filled with panic now, but his eyes were fierce, protective. "You’re hurt!"

"It’s fine," you breathed, trying to steady yourself. But the blood on your side was staining your shirt, and you could feel your strength waning. "Mikey…"

"Don't worry about me," Mikey interrupted, his voice filled with a rare, serious edge. "Get her out of here, Takemichi. Now."

"No," you snapped, glaring at him despite the growing dizziness. "I'm staying right here." You could feel your legs start to give way beneath you, but you refused to fall. You couldn’t leave Mikey like this. You couldn’t leave anyone.

But Takemichi wasn’t having it. His expression softened, but there was no hesitation. He turned back to Mikey, giving him a firm nod before returning his attention to you.

"I’m not letting you fight like this," Takemichi said firmly, gently pulling you away from the battle line. "You’re too important to be caught in the middle of all this. I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for him, not again."

"Mikey's—"

"Don’t argue with me!" Takemichi snapped, pulling you behind him as the chaos raged on. "You can help him later. We need to get you out of here. Now."

You wanted to fight him, to stay in the battle, but the exhaustion and pain were starting to take their toll. Takemichi wasn’t giving up, though. He kept his grip firm, leading you through the chaos, fighting off any attackers who got too close. His expression was full of determination — and you realized, in that moment, that he wasn’t just protecting you. He was protecting everyone.

As the battle raged around you, Takemichi shielded you from every blow, every strike. He made sure you stayed safe, even as his own body was being pushed to the limit. He wasn’t going to let you die, not on his watch.

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In the end, the battle turned in Toman and Black Haven’s favor, but not without casualties. The new gang had been pushed back, retreating into the shadows they’d come from, but the damage was done.

You weren’t dead. You were alive, breathing, and fighting alongside your allies. Mikey was safe. And Takemichi… Takemichi had protected you when you couldn’t protect yourself.

That was what mattered.

And maybe, just maybe, the future could still be changed after all.

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The battlefield was a mess of blood, broken weapons, and wounded bodies. The cold night air stung your cuts, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was Mikey — his arms locked around you, his voice trembling in your ear.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered again and again, as if saying it out loud would make it untrue. He clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to this world.

But you were hurt — more than you let on. Your body sagged against him, your legs almost giving out.

Mikey felt it immediately. His entire body tensed. Without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you gently but firmly against his chest.

"You’re hurt," he muttered, voice dangerously tight. "We're going to the hospital. Now."

You wanted to protest — to tell him you were fine, that others needed help more — but the look in his eyes stopped you.

This wasn’t Mikey the Invincible. This was Manjiro — terrified, desperate, clinging to the one person he couldn’t bear to lose.

You leaned your head against his shoulder instead, letting him carry you through the debris, past the others who watched silently, some of them smiling softly, others too exhausted to react.

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The hospital lights buzzed quietly above, casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. Mikey sat there, hunched in the uncomfortable chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him answers.

You were alive. The doctors had said so. They had patched you up, stitched your wounds, given you fluids — You were safe.

But Mikey's hands were still shaking.

His body, usually so controlled, so steady, now trembled like a taut wire ready to snap. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, and every few seconds, he had to look at you — just to make sure you were still breathing.

It was all too much. The fear. The relief. The crushing weight of almost losing you.

Mikey buried his face into his hands, silent sobs wracking his body, shoulders trembling. He tried to hold it in — he always had to be strong for everyone. But now, here, in this small sterile room where no one could see him except you — he finally broke.

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against the side of your mattress, the soft fabric dampening with his quiet, broken gasps.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't matter. Only you.

When he finally looked up, his eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale. He reached out — almost afraid — and brushed his fingers over the back of your hand, grounding himself in your warmth.

Without thinking, without planning, he leaned in — and kissed you.

It wasn't gentle. It was desperate. Rough around the edges. A clash of relief and fear and all the words he didn’t know how to say.

His lips pressed against yours, trembling, as if he needed to feel you to believe you were still here.

For a long second, nothing else existed. No hospital. No future. No pain. Just the quiet thundering of two hearts refusing to let go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven, his hands cradling your face carefully, like he was terrified you might shatter.

You stirred slightly under his touch, your body instinctively leaning toward him even in sleep.

Mikey closed his eyes, letting himself just exist there — with you, safe, alive, breathing.

And for the first time since the fight ended, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

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The world had changed — Toman ruled with quiet, unshakable strength, and at Mikey’s side, you had become something of a legend.

When you walked through the halls of the headquarters, people straightened up. Conversations hushed. Even the rowdiest of members lowered their voices in your presence, bowing their heads respectfully.

To them, you weren’t just Mikey’s wife. You were their queen. Their heart. The one who had fought, bled, and survived alongside them — and who had earned every ounce of their loyalty.

They called you Lady Y/N sometimes, half-teasing but half-reverent. No one dared to cross you — not because you were ruthless — but because they loved you.

Because Mikey loved you.

And what Mikey loved, they protected.

But behind closed doors, when the heavy doors of Mikey’s private quarters clicked shut — the atmosphere changed completely.

The moment you were alone, it was no longer the poised leader and his queen. It was just you and Mikey — raw and real.

Tonight was no different.

You barely had time to kick off your shoes before Mikey pulled you into his arms from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

He clung to you like a lifeline, his body trembling slightly — not from fear, but from the overwhelming relief of having you here, safe, breathing, his.

"You work too hard," you murmured, running your fingers gently through his pale hair.

"I have to," he whispered back, voice low and rough. "For you. For all of this."

You turned in his arms, cupping his face in your hands.

The Mikey the world saw — cold, composed, sometimes merciless — was nothing compared to the man trembling under your fingertips.

His dark eyes shone with emotion he couldn't voice. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing a desperate, almost boyish kiss against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips — like he was afraid you'd vanish if he didn’t remind you, remind himself, that you were real.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered hoarsely, forehead pressed against yours.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing his cheekbone, catching a tear he hadn’t even realized had fallen.

"Never," you promised, sealing it with another soft kiss.

He pulled you tighter against him, resting his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat like it was the only sound that mattered.

In the safety of your shared world, there were no titles. No expectations. No weight of a kingdom on your shoulders.

There was just Mikey. And you. Two battered souls who had fought too hard and bled too much — finally, finally finding peace in each other.

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The room was silent except for the quiet thud of Mikey's heartbeat against yours. His breath was warm on your skin, his arms locked tightly around you as if he'd never let you go again.

You tilted your head slightly, brushing your lips lightly against his forehead, the bridge of his nose — small, almost teasing touches that made his breath hitch.

Mikey pulled back just enough to look at you.

His eyes — normally so unreadable to others — were wide open now, dark and shining with everything he didn’t dare to say aloud.

You barely had time to whisper his name before he closed the distance between you.

His lips found yours in a kiss that was so much more than touch — it was a shuddering, desperate relief. It was home.

At first, it was soft. Gentle.

But as his hands cupped your face, fingers trembling slightly, the kiss deepened. His mouth moved against yours with growing urgency, a slow, hungry need that had been buried for far too long.

He kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of you — the taste of you — like every second wasn’t enough.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, grounding yourself against him as he pressed you back against the nearest wall.

His body caged yours, but not in a way that trapped — in a way that protected.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads still touching, hearts hammering in sync.

He let out a broken little laugh, shaky and low.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip.

"And you," you whispered, "are everything."

He didn’t answer — he didn’t have to. Instead, he kissed you again — slower this time, lingering — like he had all the time in the world now.

Because you were here. You were his.

And he was never letting you go.

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The days after the battle blurred into a soft, golden haze. You stayed close to Mikey — or maybe he stayed close to you — it didn’t matter. Wherever you went, he was there, silent and steady, always reaching for your hand or brushing his fingers against your back when he thought no one was looking.

The world outside was still complicated. Still dark, in some ways. But inside your little bubble, there was only peace.

One morning, a few days after everything, you woke up feeling… different. Strange. Nervous energy buzzed under your skin.

At first, you brushed it off as exhaustion — but when the feeling didn't leave, you found yourself hesitating by the sink, a small, plastic test clutched in your shaking hands.

Minutes ticked by.

The result appeared.

Positive.

You sat down heavily on the bed, staring at the little plus sign. A laugh bubbled up in your chest — half joy, half disbelieving shock.

You didn’t know how long you sat there before the door creaked open and Mikey stepped inside, hair messy from sleep, hoodie hanging off one shoulder.

He rubbed his eyes and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey... why're you up so early, babe?"

You opened your mouth — and then closed it again, overcome by emotion.

Instead, you just held up the test with trembling fingers.

Mikey froze. Blinking once. Twice.

Slowly, carefully, he crossed the room to kneel in front of you.

"Is that...?" His voice cracked on the words.

You nodded, tears blurring your vision.

For a moment, he said nothing — just pressed his forehead against your stomach, arms winding tightly around your waist.

When he finally looked up at you, his eyes were wet too — but there was the brightest, most beautiful smile on his face you'd ever seen.

"You’re... carrying our future," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Our family."

You laughed through your tears as Mikey pulled you into a tight embrace, lifting you slightly off the bed and spinning you around in the air, laughing like a boy who had just been given the whole world.

Behind closed doors, he wasn’t the untouchable leader anymore. He was just yours. Soft, messy, a little broken — but real.

The two of you sat there for a long time, tangled together, already dreaming of a future where laughter filled your halls and tiny feet would run down them.

Finally, finally — after everything you had fought for — you were building something that no one could ever take away.

A life. A home. A forever.

Together.

[folkwhoredoll]

by the shore - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader (friends with benefits)

synopsis: being friends with rafe has its benefits

word count: 1.7k

warnings/tags: smut! (f oral, unprotected sex), few curse words

request: rafe x Reader, they are best friend that’s are on a family trip that they take every year in summer, reader is good friends with both Sarah and rafe, rafe and reader are a bit tipsy messing around and find their way to the beach and that’s were the smut happens :) hope you can do it thank you.

a/n: hi everyone! it's been a while since my last post because things got busy in nursing school but since it's summer break, i can now post again! thank you to the one who requested this <3 i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the beachfront estate where you and the Camerons vacationed every summer. The annual family trip was a cherished tradition, one you eagerly anticipated each year. It started long before you even entered school, a yearly event your parents initiated to celebrate their friendship with the Camerons. Naturally, you also formed a growing friendship with Sarah and Rafe.

Though, if you were honest, "friendship" didn't quite describe the bond between you and Rafe. Whether you and the Cameron heir were dating was unclear, but he acted like you were most of the time. Almost no boys dared to ask you out, not with Rafe always glaring at them from behind you. He accompanied you almost everywhere, even pretending you were his girlfriend to keep other girls away.

But your relationship with Rafe wasn't simply a friendship because of what you two did behind closed doors. It was no secret that Rafe had several experiences, his natural charisma drawing girls to him. Perhaps that's why you couldn't resist him when he told you he admired you months ago. He was your first.

Not one soul knows about it; you couldn't risk it.

The evening air was filled with laughter and clinking glasses as your families gathered on the deck, enjoying the night of their getaway. You felt a pleasant buzz from the beer you and Rafe had been sipping, the alcohol buzzing through your veins. Sarah had to excuse herself to answer a call from Topper, leaving you and Rafe alone under the twinkling fairy lights.

Rafe grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wanna take a walk down to the beach?" he suggested, his voice slightly blurred but full of excitement.

You smiled back and nodded eagerly, the idea of sneaking for a late-night adventure sounding perfect. "Absolutely. Let's go back before Sarah gets back and decides to drag us into some boring game."

Rafe laughed, a deep, infectious sound that made your heart flutter. The combination of alcohol and the intimate setting seemed to excite you.

The two of you stumbled down the wooden steps leading to the beach, giggling and shushing each other while your hands gripped tightly around your beer bottles. The fine sand was cool beneath your feet and the ocean waves lapping gently at the shore.

Rafe motioned for you to sit near a large rock, sitting down first to make sure that it was comfortable enough. You positioned yourself beside him, sighing contently as you took in the view before you.

"Remember when Sarah and I built a sandcastle when we were like, ten? Then you ruined it with your soccer ball." You said.

"In my defense, I didn't mean to kick it towards your castle." Rafe chuckled at the memory. "And I got the worst punishment from you because you refused to speak to me for a week."

You hummed, sipping more of your beer. "Still not over it."

He snorted, leaning his head back.

The next moments were spent in silence. You and Rafe took turns drinking what was left from the bottle, smiling whenever you would make eye contact, and leaning closer and closer to him until your shoulders touched.

You took a deep breath when you felt Rafe kiss your cheek suddenly. "What was that for?"

"What? Can't I kiss you?" He smiled innocently. "It's not like we haven't done anything more than a kiss."

You threw him a look, knowing that in a few moments, you would be doing something that friends don't normally do. How Rafe could always be turned on, you could never understand. But you don't complain, not when your hormones also betray you every time you see his muscles strain from his tight shirt.

"Come on, Y/n. No one can see us from here." He whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he lowered his face to your neck.

You didn't say anything, and Rafe took it as a sign to move further, abandoning his beer to the side. He placed one hand on your thigh and another hand on your waist. Your head was spinning from both the alcohol and Rafe's hands, suddenly not able to speak as you savor the moment of his lips on your neck.

"What would our parents say when they find out what we do?" He wondered teasingly, smirking when he saw you discreetly push your thighs together. He loved you like this: submissive as you let him do whatever he wanted.

"Probably celebrate. They've been teasing us for years." You finally replied, a laugh coming from your throat as you remembered the times when they would try to set the two of you up in every gathering.

Rafe suddenly lifted the skirt of your sundress, causing you to gasp. "Out here? Really?"

His other hand moved from your waist to your back, feeling for the zipper of your dress. "It's a perfect spot. No one can see us or hear us unless you scream, of course."

His cocky attitude made you roll your eyes, though your cunt already fluttered at the thought of being bare under his body as the sunset. "We have to be fast, got it?"

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you tilted your body, swiftly pushing him back so you could move on top and straddle him. Rafe, although shocked by your sudden movement, smiled cheekily as he witnessed you reach to your back to unzip your dress.

"Damn, baby." He breathed as he eyed the way the straps of the dress dropped, hastily helping you to get out of your clothing. He licked his lips as he stared at the sight of you. Your breasts perked up as the cool sea breeze touched your skin, leaving you in your underwear.

"Take it off, Rafe." You told him, helping him take off the shirt that accentuated his muscles.

Following your request, Rafe moved quickly and placed his shirt on the sand beside the two of you, lifting your hips and guiding you to lay on his shirt.

He finished removing the rest of his clothing, never cutting eye contact with you even as he pulled his cock out. You made a quick look back to the house, making sure that you were not within anyone's eyesight.

You gasped as Rafe pulled your panties down, your cunt fluttering at the excitement. He lowered his head down until it was leveled with your pussy, his manhood hardening at the sight of your wet folds.

Without warning, he gave your cunt a long lick, pushing his warm tongue as deep as he could reach. You moaned loudly and quickly gripped his hair, your back arching as he sucked on your clit.

Rafe reached a hand upwards to cover your mouth, not too tight to restrict you from breathing but just enough to muffle your moans. Your chest heaving as you gasped, the alcohol and his tongue working together to give you the best pleasure.

Rafe himself was groaning as he enjoyed the sight of your writhing body, his heart swelling with pride, knowing that it was only him who could make you feel that way.

Your moans were exchanged with whines when he suddenly moved away from your pussy, kneeling in front of you as he stroked his stiff dick.

"You said we have to be fast." He chuckled, teasing you. "Ready, baby?"

After seeing you nod, Rafe pushed himself inside you, a loud groan erupting from his lips as he felt your warm and wet folds around him.

"Best cunt in the world." He whispered to himself.

You let out a loud moan as he filled you completely, growing needy and desperate for a release. "Move, Rafe. Make me cum, please."

Your words sounded like music to Rafe's ears, further feeding his ego. "Since you asked nicely."

In one quick movement, Rafe thrust in and out of you, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist so he could reach deeper.

The sounds of both of your breaths were mixed with the sound of the ocean waves as sweat grew on the surface of your skin. You were shamelessly whining and moaning in every thrust while Rafe was closing his eyes as he groaned in pleasure.

He pushed your other leg upwards, having you nearly folded in half as he pushed harder. He looked down to where you two were connected, his cock twitching at the sight. "Taking me so well, baby. Come on, I know you're close."

You were panting, breathless, and unable to speak. Your hands were clawing on Rafe's shoulder, wanting to push him away from the overwhelming feeling.

"R-Rafe…" You breathed out, feeling your pussy pulsate around him.

"Yes, Y/n. Go on, cum for me." He urged you, his pace never stopping nor slowing down.

You looked at him, admiring how he looked with his disheveled hair and warm cheeks. His muscles were tensing as he thrusted faster.

Without warning, he pulled your legs apart slightly, just enough so he could reach your clit with his hand. You almost screamed at the contact, another surge of gratification taking over your body as he pinched your bud.

"Fuck, Rafe!"

He smiled, hips going faster until he felt you cum around his cock. Your hips were jerking upward as you released, thighs shaking as you squirted on him.

Rafe moaned loudly, and after a few more thrusts, he released his load inside of you, not letting a drop go to waste.

You were quiet as you panted underneath Rafe, your legs still shaking occasionally while you enjoyed the feeling of both of your cum inside you.

Rafe was whispering compliments in your ear softly, stroking your skin as he slowly pulled himself out. He then helped you back into your underwear and dress, gently guiding you as you regained your balance. Rafe was quicker as he dressed himself up, grabbing your hand immediately and leading you back to the house.

"Let's clean up inside before Sarah finds us here."

[runabout-river]

So, I have an old Fanfiction.net account where I posted my german fanfics ages ago, before I stopped writing fic for years. I picked it up again two years ago, this time in English and on Ao3.

About once a year though, I will get a message from FFN about a comment on an old fic or about a German Beta reading request. (I also got update notifications for the fics I followed for the longest time but those have stopped for 3 years or so.)

The latest beta request I got and accepted is this massive undertaking a German speaker took on translating english fics, and I'm helping out with that. The beta reading happens on googledocs but the communication happens on FFN and that made me feel nostalgic.

And I know FFN's quality had gone down and I know I had my reasons for going over to Ao3 but I thought 'Why Not' and decided to just make a new account on FFN and post my current fic there as well :D

To make this short and readable, the rest of the story is in list form:

exploring FFN's interface again was pretty nostalgic, especially when I uploaded my word document onto the site instead of having to copy/paste my fic onto it

The terms of service were just as I remembered them but only now did I fully realize how restrictive they are, especially the part about the publsihed authors who don't want fanfic of their work. Badly spelt or badly written fics in the grammar sense aren't allowed either and I think that aspect of FFN is following me until today

There was a waiting period for posting fic and other stuff, which is fine, every site has their own way to deal with spam

THEY DO NOT DEAL WITH THEIR SPAM

so I uploaded one of my oneshots just to see what would happen. It's for a newish anime (JJK) and while it is pretty far down their list in terms of works, it still has nearly 2k so I thought 'fine, could be worse'.

The next morning I wake up to 5 reviews and 6 PMs, ALL of it of the "I'll make art for your fic" spam variety except for one that looked like an AI summary of my fic.

I wasn't bothered by it because I deal with spam sometimes on Ao3 and I didn't have high expectations for that fandom on FFN anyway so I go to work deleting the comments and blocking the people who sent them to me

The blocking works even though its cumbersome

But I'll tell you how I nearly ripped my hair out trying to find the delete button for the spam reviews. I found the "mark as abuse/spam" button but I looked everywhere for the delete one. Just. To. Find. Out... they don't have one D:

so maybe I never realized (and/or forgot) that FFN doesn't allow you to delete reviews because I was writing in a niche language years ago, but that's... that's punitive. That goes so hard against my current fanfic sensibilities and climate of a hobby you engage in with fun and a relaxed attitude, but FFN already said at the beginning, they want to make a good writer out of you so you will check your grammar and spelling and you will listen to criticism you'll better hope is constructive.

Illuminating times these last few days

I'm not waiting for FFN staff to delete those spam "reviews", I'm waiting on more spam people to write to me so I can block them before I delete the fic and repost it. I'll put a few more oneshots there later, too, and see how it goes. I might give up on this new account alltogether as well.

And that was my adventure in venturing out to old places again. As a side note: if you get into old media you should visit FFN and look around there for fic, too. You won't find most of their collections anywhere else.

This looks like it would interest @olderthannetfic and @ao3commentoftheday

[animasola86]

🎃 A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

misc!monsters x f!reader 🔥 words: 1.5k

You are invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, promising a night full of surprises. Are you ready for this adventure?

GENERAL WARNINGS/SPOILERS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Sex with strangers! Knife kink! Slimes and tentacles! Werewolves! Vampires! (READ ON AO3!)

A/N: Welcome to this CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! Please enjoy this "prologue" that will lead you into a night you won't forget! After setting the scene, you will have three choices as to what happens next! (You can also read these chapters in succession, whatever you like best!)

Staring up at the large house, you realize you have no idea where you are. You've lived here your whole life and yet you've never seen this particular house. You'd clearly remember it. It's too fancy not to notice. Old. Dark woods and black metal elements. Gothic almost. Definitely not your typical house, not around these parts.

You'd figured it might just be a themed hotel that had its grand opening only recently, hence why you've never heard of it before. The invitation came a few days ago, and quite frankly, at the best time possible. You didn't have plans for Halloween, and you were not in the mood to open your door to random kids that evening either, so being called away onto the countryside, to this fancy place even, and all of it for free? Hell yeah.

Your Uber driver had been a little confused by the address, but somehow still found the hidden place. And now you look upon the large entrance doors, and despite being alone, you are intrigued. This is an adventure, a step away from your boring day-to-day life. Sure it was all a little ominous, with this mysterious invitation and all, but you figured you've been randomly selected maybe, perhaps won something for the first time in your life? You should probably be more suspicious, but then again, why not?

You are young, this is Halloween, why not live a little, right?

Fumbling the sturdy envelope out of your purse and the thick paper out of its sheath, you take another glance at the printed words:

Welcome to a night you'll never forget! Come and enjoy an evening full of surprises! You are invited to party, drink and eat like you've never had before! Your adventure awaits! Stay till the morning breaks, if you can. Come in costume. Stay for free. Happy Halloween!

You chose to dress like Little Red Riding Hood, mainly because you had the short skirt, the blouse and the red cape from your last costume party, and you couldn't be bothered to buy a new one. Putting your hair into braided pigtails added to the innocence you tried to portray, and who knows, maybe you'll find a nice guy in a wolf costume to match your freak? You don't expect much, but that's usually the best thing to do anyway. It can only get better then.

Yet when you enter the house, its windows lit up by bright colorful lights, the low bass of the music making the floorboards vibrate, you realize this might just be your typical Halloween party. From the lobby you can take a look into the adjacent rooms, fancy sitting rooms with fireplaces, already filled to the brim with people in costumes.

You see a group of masked serial killers, from Ghostface to Michael Myers, there's even Freddy Krueger and the guy in the hockey mask whose name you always forget. The sight of them would normally scare you, but these guys stand around a beer pong table, and whenever they throw the ball into a cup, they lift their masks and expose their rather normal looking faces to drink it, acting like the frat boys they probably are.

In another corner you see a bunch of girls, cheerleaders, you'd say, all dressed very skimpy, but you are indoors (and you are dressed a little similar also, so you shouldn't judge), but seeing a sexy ladybug next to a sexy office lady, laughing with a sexy cow girl (as in cow girl, literally, with black and white spots and very distinctive udders), it does look a little ridiculous. Well, at least they all found their crowd.

As you turn your head to look around more, walking up to the large staircase leading to the upper floors, you are suddenly startled by a waitress carrying a tray with little shot glasses filled with a green liquid. “Oh,” you make, as you take a step back to not walk into her.

She smiles at you, her eyes sparkling under the light of the large chandelier above you, holding out the tray. “Welcome to the mansion!” she tells you. “Please, have a complimentary drink!”

You look at the shots and hesitate. Looks like jello shots. Vodka and gelatin never sounded appealing to you, but you told yourself to enjoy the night, let loose for once, so you grab one small glass and give the waitress a nod. She quickly hurries off again, focusing on another group of people filtering into the house. Looking around, you try not to dwell too much on the drink you slowly put to your lips. There's a strangely earthy smell to it. Ugh, probably some herbal liqueur to add to the green coloring of it.

Inhaling deeply, you tilt your head back and gulp down the shot in one go, feeling it slide down your throat, as slimy and unpleasant as you would have expected. But it does give you a little buzz, and that's a start, isn't it? Clearing your throat, you look around for the waitress or a place to discard your empty shot glass, and suddenly she's back, picking the glass out of your hand, gently nudging you further into the house.

As you enter one of the sitting rooms, you find yourself among more groups of people, laughing and chatting and having fun, their costumes ranging from vastly unimaginative (one guy just wears a white T-shirt that says This is my costume) to extremely elaborate and fancy. Leave it to the Goths to really celebrate this day. You admire their beautiful gowns and make-up a little longer as you feel your stomach churning slightly. You should have eaten more before you came here, you realize, but luckily you then come across a large banquet table filled with food and drinks.

There's a big bowl of chips, but there are also a couple of three-tiered platters filled with little canapés, and you decide to try the more fancy stuff first. As you put various things on your napkin (things you've never seen before and couldn't possibly name), you look around the nicely decorated rooms. They do look old and out of a different time period, even the furniture looks as vintage as it can get. There's a lot of dark woods and wallpapers with intricate designs, also countless ancient looking paintings of landscapes and people in period clothing, and to make it look really halloweeny the whole space is plastered in fake-looking cobwebs, with plastic spiders and bats hanging from the ceiling and walls.

The lighting is different in each room, from bright green to dark red, flowery pink and icy blue. You admire the work that went into decorating the place like this. You've certainly never been to a party like this before. It looks perfect. The food is good, the music isn't too loud or obnoxious and fits the vibe pretty good (you recognize a few horror film soundtracks), it seems like a good Halloween party. You don't regret coming here at all, though the social aspect still feels a little daunting. All these people stand in groups, laughing together, and you seem to be the only one who came alone.

You don't normally mind it that much, being alone, most of your friends had other plans or were too busy to indulge in some childish little party. It sucks to be in that age group where half of your acquaintances try to be the adults they supposedly are now, while the other half can't let go of their youth, but even those thought this party seemed lame, and as you are right in the middle, unsure where you fit, you decided to just go alone, hoping you'd meet someone here.

Maybe a bit more alcohol will help you get closer to the other guests. Shoving something baked into your mouth, you turn to the drinks. A bowl of fruit punch calls your name, but then you see the beer cans and grab one of those instead. You already drank that ominous jello shot, you shouldn't risk whatever was swimming inside that punch bowl. Cracking open the can, you take a swig, feeling the refreshing beverage rush down your esophagus, but as soon as it fills your stomach, another churn goes through you. Then a cramp.

Oh dear. Leave it to your sensitive guts to ruin a good night out. Putting down the drink and food, you press a hand to your belly and turn back, looking around for the bathroom you clearly need now. You push past people dancing to the music or standing in clusters, laughing and chatting, you even pass the occasional love or horn dog unable to hide their desires as they make out right there in the middle of the room, until you find a long hallway. You'd expect a long line in front of the bathroom as is usually the case at these parties, but you are the only one in the hallway.

It's lined with intricate wooden doors, left and right, and one at the end. No sign or anything to indicate what's behind them. Feeling another cramp, you let out a groan and stare from door to door.

Where to go?

You now have these choices:

Do you...

...reach for the door closest to you?

...go through the door a few feet on your right?

...walk all the way to the last door that seems to lead outside?

ALL PARTS: 1 🔸 2 🔸 3 🔸 4 🔸 5 🔸 6 🔸 7

End notes: By the way, justice for our boy Jason Voorhees, of course I remember his name, poor reader just isn't focused on serial killers that much. Or is she? :3

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