#I actually wanted to make the title slightly longer as well but it didnt look as good formatting wise

[orykorioart]

What if TAZ Balance, but isekai? (Or, voidfishing woopsie made Taako think he’s an isekai protagonist.)

[Image description:

Digital Illustration styled like a manga cover featuring Taako, Magnus, Merle, and the Red Robe. Most prominent is Taako, dressed in purple starry wizard hat and cloak atop his chef’s outfit, holding onto a chef’s hat with little chibi Merle and Magnus excitedly popping out. Taako is looking down at them confusedly.

In the background is the Red Robe, their figure faded into the dark background, but their hand is visible, holding up seven red strands trailing off into the background.

In the middle is the title, in ornate lettering, says “Transmigrated into a (disgraced) chef, destined to save the world?!” Beneath it says “Vol. 1”, stylized as a closed umbrella.

End description.]

[h-170]

Cockwarming g!p kkura while she's playing a game >.< !!

the most asked fic but can never get enough of!!!1!1! 😫😭

also i apologize for the cringe title but ahem i didnt have any fucking ideas... also i think it looks a bit rushed?? idk 😭

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“Me or the PS5?”

g!p (sub? dom? who am i) Sakura Miyawaki x female reader

Smut (+ crumb of angst?)

Cockwarming

Making out

Marking (hickeys...)

Dirty talk

Cock riding

Mentions of pregnancy (?)

Pet names:3

why does the parrot emoji appear when i type dirty talk... oh wait its just for talk oops 🦜

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"Seriously, you're starting to piss me off, Kkura."

"Look, I'm sorry, I kn-"

"I don't wanna hear it!"

Well, you were fuming. Sakura's schedule was full as always and she comes home when you're asleep; you practically never see her. Until tonight, you were somehow able to stay awake – or it's just that she came home slightly earlier – and you had to confront her about this.

"I'm tired, you know? I feel like I'm alone in this house."

"I understand, Y/N. But I can't-"

"This isn't only for me, Kkura, you're tiring yourself too! Is there really no way you can-"

"No! Okay? I can't! It's how my schedule is, being an idol isn't easy!"

Her sudden outburst made you feel guilty. It's true, you were kind of selfish and wanted her all to yourself- but wait, were you selfish? You weren't seeing her at all! However, you were also looking after her, so...

You both sigh, Sakura rubbing her temples. She was tired, like you, and you had to do something about it.

"Can we... Just go to sleep? I'm tired."

You unclench your fists and nod quietly, both of you heading upstairs.

Days pass and you never really spoke about the situation anymore since Sakura's outburst was the thing that shut you up. But then one afternoon, you come back from the grocery store and enter the house to sound...? Faint music?

You slowly make your way upstairs and-

"Wha..."

Sakura, right there, on your bed, playing a game with a PS5 controller in her hands.

"Kkura?"

"Oh, hey, baby."

"Why are you home so early?"

Sakura explains that she took what you said about tiring herself out into consideration and decided to ask for a day or two off, which actually made you quite surprised.

"...so... You took days off to game?"

Sakura laughs.

"You weren't home, so, heh- I was just enjoying myself."

"Since you're here, can we cuddle, please? I missed you so much."

Sakura smiles guiltily.

"Can I... Finish this round first...?

You climb on the bed and smack her shoulder.

"Are you serious?! Sakura! Come on!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just... Please, I'm so close."

"Close to what?!"

"Finishing!"

You look at the screen, and she's at the second phase of some boss fight. You look back at your focused girlfriend, pouting.

"So it's the PS5 you're choosing over me?"

"Love, don't be like that... I'll do whatever you want after this, promise."

You smirk.

"You know, cuddles can wait, but... I kinda wanna punish you."

"Uh... Huh?"

"How 'bout you finish that game while I make you finish inside me?"

As the boss does some long animation for a super attack, Sakura looks at you, her cheeks flushed as you pull down her pants and boxers in one go.

"You're not gonna give me head while playing, right? You're not that evil..."

She gulps, preparing herself as the animation is almost over, no longer looking at you.

"Nah, I'm planning on doing something much worse."

That made Sakura's mind 'unfocus' and she barely dodges the attack, making her heart skip a beat at the fear of almost losing to that. While she was panicking, you were already undressed, sitting on her cock and taking it all at once.

"Fuck- Y/N! You-"

"Shhh, don't focus on me now, or you might lose~"

Sakura groans, tilting her head to the side as she wraps her arms around you, controller on your back as you hug her. Your hands slide inside her oversized shirt, roaming on her creamy back, making her shiver because they were cold.

Your lips find their way on her neck, kissing the warm skin. Sakura's mouth being next to your ear made you hear every single breath and whimper and gasp and moan, literally any sound she made.

"Y/N- Since when did you become so tight?"

"That's because you aren't fucking me so often."

As the third phase begins, you hear Sakura moan as you suck a hickey on her neck then she giggles.

"So you're saying you want me to fuck you more?"

You clench around her cock at her words, smirking as you lick the mark you just gave her. You definitely missed feeling her cock hitting you deep inside your pussy, and the memories coming back to you made you feel all hot and sweaty.

"Maybe~"

You plant a kiss on her cheek, teasingly clenching around her dick. She was so focused on her game, it made you wonder how she didn't just throw her controller and started fucking you yet. She must really like her game...

Your hands snake up to her chest, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, it just made the whole thing much easier for you. You squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between your fingers. You just do that for a few moments, hearing Sakura moan and squirm underneath you. And then, a cutscene comes up.

"Your lips look so dry, baby."

"So?"

"How about I take care of them for you, mm?"

And with that, you pull her in a deep kiss, to which she surprisingly doesn't hesitate. Controller in one hand, she runs her second one down to your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks as she lifts you up maybe like one millimeter, then back down, as if telling you to fuck yourself on her dick. But you don't, kissing her even harder now.

"That desperate?"

"Fuck you."

It was now her turn to squeeze your breasts, taking one in hand but having difficulties to squeeze it correctly because of your bra. Unfortunately, she couldn't remove it as she couldn't risk both her hands being busy.

It was kinda funny if you think about it; both of you are just making out while you grind on her cock with random people talking in the background because of Sakura's game.

Sakura now runs her hand on your back, pulling you closer to her body as she feels you clench and clench around her nonstop. You could feel her smirk against your lips, and you couldn't help but smirk back.

It was true she might lose this game because of you, but... She would enjoy the way you're making her lose.

"You're always unsatisfied, Y/N."

"Can you blame me?"

She scoffs and thrusts upwards, making you gasp and tighten your grip around her. The cutscene was finally over so the game gained her focus again, leaving you breathless and dangerously close to cumming. You could tell she was also close by how big her cock became.

"K-Kku...~"

"Ngh- Just a second..."

"Please... Please, let me...~"

Your needy and hot voice in her ear made her gush out more precum inside you that you can assume she already came, but she didn't. All you could hear were your joint heartbeats, heavy breathing, soft moans and game sound effects.

"Sakura-"

"Y/N, just a minute."

"Please, so close~"

"Fuck, Y/N..."

"Cum inside me..."

Sakura's dick throbbed at that, and you moan at the feeling.

"Please... Please, just lose, I'll help you beat that level, you know I'm good at it..."

Well, it wasn't a lie, but Sakura stays stubborn. You jolt your hips forward, making Sakura moan.

"Damnit! Y/N, I-"

"Please, I'm a good girl...~"

You kept begging, but she wasn't listening. Just ignoring you seemed like a good plan to her, but little did you know it was so hard to ignore you.

You gave up, honestly. You knew how Sakura was with her games.

"You're really making me wait..."

"I'm gonna beat it."

"I told you I'd help you, I just wanna cum..."

"I know you don't like the game, that's why I'm beating it now."

You pause to process her words, blushing slightly. Did Sakura really just make you wait for that? Well, it was sweet, you had to say that.

And then, what seemed like an eternity, she beat the game, a golden 'Victory' appearing on the screen. Quickly, she goes back to the main menu and tosses the controller on the other side of the bed, holding your hips and slamming you down on her cock.

"Aaah~! Fuck! You could've warned me!"

"Sorry, princess, but I'm getting damn impatient here~"

Your whole body was bouncing; head, breasts, ass... The perfect view for Sakura. She loved seeing you go wild on her cock.

"So, you wanna cum, huh? Cum for me, baby."

"C-Cum inside me, please, please..."

"Aww, missed my cum? Don't worry, pretty, I'm gonna fill you up good."

Continuing her assault on your pussy, she forces your upper body down to give you a hickey as she starts grinding you back and forth on her length.

"There, we're equal now~"

You'd smile, embarrassed, meeting her lips in another heated kiss. Hands everywhere, she smacks your ass twice, full palms on cheeks, causing loud slapping sounds to echo in the room. Gosh, you loved that.

Your tongues were wrapped around one another, your lips red and sore as you continue your make out session.

"I... I c-can't take anymore~"

"Mm? Okay~"

She breaks the kiss and starts fucking you again – well, forcing you to ride her cock, actually – feeling your cunt tighten and soak her dick.

"I'm gonna fill you up real good."

She looks deep into your eyes.

"Gonna let you have my kids, how 'bout that?"

"Fuck, Kkura, give them to me!"

With one last thrust, she makes you sit on her lap, balls deep inside you as she explodes, releasing all her cum in your cunt. You cum around her, soaking her lap and dick, both of you moaning so loud, your voice cracking like crazy.

You collapse on top of her as she lays down on her back, her cock slipping out of you because you were so damn wet. She chuckles.

"Like the background music? It's really romantic, mm?"

The 'action' hype music along with her sarcasm makes you chuckle in turn.

"Definitely."

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me and the PS5 least you know where I'ma be at night 🗣️

[kittysarchive]

Enhypen cock descriptions

warnings-uh....title is self explanatory.

I didnt proof read xx

Heeseung

Everyone out here is saying Heeseung would have a massive cock, I however think he would have one which is slightly above average, but he is loud and proud about it.

Heeseung is more on the girthy side. He may not fill you up all the way, but he makes up for it with that big but oh so pleasurable stretch.

And when i say he is loud and proud, boy may not have much experience but he knows how to make you cry, cum and drag his cock along your gummy walls.

So with this said, he is a little above average, but girthy.

Jay

Now i feel Jay would be packing a good one.

Going in the opposite direction of Heeseung, I feel like Jay would be long, He'd would not only know how to reach your g spot, but he also has a very good skill of being able to be balls deep (he cant help it)

But his longer cock size does mean he is a little less girthy and more skinny. So with Jay, you will miss out on the nice stretch, but he will make up for it, by being able to reach places in you, that your fingers couldn't get to.

So in conclusion, he has a long, but skinnier cock.

Jake

I feel out of all the members (and what the fans think) Jake just gives big cock energy. weather its because he looks nerdy.....which it is but i believe this is what his cock would look like.

He would be longer than the others boys. Not by a lot but enough that being balls deep, would make both of you see stars.

Thus being said, Jake's cock is also deliciously girthy. It is a cock alright. Heavy balls accompanied by a girthy cock destined to stretch you out so much you'll drool.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon out of all the boys, is most like Jake as well.

With this being said, there is differences. Sunghoon's cock is slightly longer.....a monster to suck off. Your jaw will be slack by the time you swallow his balls.

However he is a bit more skinnier. So much length has to mean it can't be all girthy and thick as we all want it to be:(.

But because of his long cock, he is very skilled with it. He'll be pounding into your pussy, making you see stars and you wont even be balls deep. You'll be a drooling overstimulating mess, and his balls would just be pressing against your pussy.

Sunoo

I've always seen Sunoo to have a smaller cock and i still will.

It'll be exactly average, it's only small because of what the others boys pack. So, even though he has an average size, including girth, Sunoo will still make you see stars.

This would be by his tongue, hands, mouth and his quick snapping hips, pounding into your pussy. Why'll he will not be able to reach deep into, his fast pounding and rubbing your clit makes up for it.

Jungwon

Switching it up, Jungwon in another who i see to have a bigger cock.

Not a weirdly massive one, but a cock nonetheless. I see him having an above average size, but packing more girth than the actual length.

Not weirdly and out of character thick, but I have always and will continue to see Jungwon with a big cock character energy.

[blkgirl-writing]

"Head Game" part 1 Zuko X Reader Smut Hcs

Warnings: complete filth. Zukos first blowjob at like 20, poor guy.

Requested: yes! By many beautiful, horny anons.

A/n: as always, Reader is assumed as a WOC. Though, everyone can read it, as its left a bit vague. My requests are always open!

[Part 2 found here!]

Zuko was having a really, really hard day.

Years had gone by as a king, and yet he felt less equipped the longer the title was held to his name,

Meetings became white noise, training because a dull pastime. There was no adventure left in life,

That's why he started the arrangement between you two...

You, a representative of a small city in the fire kingdom, and most importantly, his good friend.

A good friend who shot him the most dirty, lust filled looks at any given chance

He definitely shot some back too.

The touches you shared were getting longer, hugs a bit tighter,

You started to kiss his cheek, staining his skin a dark red. A memory of where your lips were.

He had a wet dream about you,

Lipstick still painting his skin

Zuko was fucking confused. Sure, the pair had flirted playfully, maybe he had placed his hand on your thigh one or two times, but no one had spoken about it.

The picture of your head bobbing, unholy moans from your lips on his-

It was wrong. Really, really wrong.

For the next week, Zuko avoided you at all costs.

If course you noticed the fire lord ignoring you clearly calling his name down the hall.

Had you miss stepped? Maybe he had a girlfriend and you had gone too far?

The week after that, you decided enough was enough. You had to know.

After a meeting, you asked to speak alone with Zuko

Zuko was freaking out.

He had three more dreams about you since the first. His only thought was how the fuck you found out about them. (This boy actually thought he was being so sly and smart with his avoidance)

"Do you hate me?" Your words came out far more desperate than you wanted. "I'm so sorry if I messed up. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable-"

"What?" Zuko was so confused, oh my god. Where the hell? What the hell were you talking about?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me, so I assumed that I was coming on too strongly and you don't..."

"Don't what?" Still confused Zuko can't imagine a girl liking him, even when shes flirted with him for years...

"This is already embarrassing, zuko, don't make me-"

"Tell me~" His voice changed, a bit more buttery, lower, sexy...

"I was worried I was too clear with my flirting, and you were disappointed? Disgusted? I don't know, honestly." You huffed.

There was a really, brutally long length of silence.

Zukos mind was going at full speed...all thise touches, all the small kisses that you gave no one else. You wanted the same thing he did...maybe. was it worth the risk?

The answer was yes.

"I think about you. I dream about you, even." Zuko forced himself to look up at you, who sat with your painted lips slightly parted. "My imagination went wild. I couldn't look at you without thinking of my...dreams."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm sure I can help with that-" you stood up, zuko quickly following. He didnt know what to do, so he just stood there, looking like a shook puppy.

"Tell me about your dreams, Zuko. Tell me how I made you feel."

Your hips pressed into his, lips inches away from his ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Zuko rested his hands on your hips, urging you so very softly to just come a bit closer. Maybe then his words wouldnt fair him.

"It's okay, Zuko. You can take your time." You hummed, placing a small kiss on the exposed skin if his neck. A perfect canvas to paint love marks.

After one or two, hickeys, you asked "is it okay if I keep going?" Followed by - "do you want this.

"More than anything-" "I dreamt that you

"Keep going-" you hummed, untying his pants as he spoke.

Zuko barely even breath. You so easily made him weak. So easily hard...painfully ficking hard as you palmed him though his boxers.

"You sucked my cock," Zukos voice was low, forcing himself to to whimper as you wrapped your fingers around his length.

You looked up into Zukos eyes, his yellow ones staring into your brown eyes with a desire you hadn't ever seen before. Lust beyond words.

The motions were quick...pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free from the cloth, spitting on his length as you used both hands to pump

Honestly you fought the urge to gasp, cause hot damn, he was packing

Your jaw was not gonna be okay after, holy shit

"What next, my king~" you purred, kitty licking his tip.

Zuko hummed under your touch, the way you talked to him was just pure filth, and he loved it.

"Can...can I touch your hair? I...i remember helping you take me in," for a man on the verge of being a puddle, his words were affirming and deep.

"You can pull my hair," this is how you knew you found Zuko attractive. Any other time you'd shamelessly swat the guys hand away. "Guide me."

His fingers intertwined with the hair near the nape of your neck a gentle motion to take him inside your mouth. Nothing too hard, just a bit of pain.

"Just like that-fuck" Zuko let out a strangled breath, shutting his eyes tight as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock.

It was slow, taking what seemed like minutes until you got as far as you could go, still quite a few inches left at his base. The muttered gagging sound as his length hit the back of your throat fully fucking aroused and confused Zuko

"Are you okay?" He choked out, moaning when you hummed a reply.

You bobbed your head at a decently slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm the king, who clearly hadn't gotten a blowjob before. Giving a soft pump from your right hand, just to give that extra amount of pleasure.

His eyes shot from how you sucked on his cock, lips pushing in and out, leaving a streak of red lipstick down his shaft, down to your exposed breasts. How did he not notice you unwrapping your blouse?

And how fucking soft your hair was in his hands, how you moaned around him if he pulled hard. Sometimes he just had to close his eyes for a few seconds, bathing himself from the moaning mess he had become. His free hand brushing through his messy hair,

"When I came," zuko muttered, licking his chapped lips. "You drank it all, licked your lips of the rest."

Your free hand came up to Zukos thigh, squeezing his skin softly as your own little reply.

Then you start going faster, hand moving to to caress his balls, and zuko comes undone.

"F-fuck, you're doing so good, fucK"

His grip on your hair became much tighter, his hands forcing you to go just a bit deeper, faster, harder. Then he looked into your eyes,

Looking up at him, eyes begging to drink up every drop he would spill into your mouth

Zuko was literally shaking, his hands coming down to your shoulders as he came, knees so close to giving out.

The deeper angle of him, plus the weight of zuko keeping himself upright purely by hanging onto you made you honestly think you might drown in cum

Not the worst way to die, but still.

You brought both of your hands to his hips, steadying him as he bucked his hips into you

It seemed like he was cumming for hours, an absolute mess, black hair draping down on his sweaty face.

Eventually, Zuko pushed himself up from his slumped form, running a hair through his locks, trying to play it cool

The sight of you was dirty and so, so beautiful. Lips plumped, curls springing out left and right from your hair, tears of arousal brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

"Enjoy yourself?" You managed to smile, voice weak and throat a bit sore. With the help of Zuko, his hands held yours to help you balance. The long time on your knees had certainly taken a bit of a toll.

"Fuck yes-" he sighed, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Just as you did to him, he placed small kisses along your neck, up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "You're so good. So beautiful."

"Can I return the favor...?" Zuko whispered, voice hoarse and raspy from the moans.

"Of course, my king." You replied, bringing your hands up to his hair, pulling slightly. "Let's recreate one of my dreams."

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.13 Kino [Track 2]

Original title: 寒冷

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 13 Kino [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (15:28 ~ 29:54)

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I was already kind of curious about the contents of this track from reading the title, but as soon as the MC returned from the cafeteria with a popsicle, I already knew what was going to happen. I can really imagine the struggles of having a boyfriend like Kino who loves pulling pranks on you. Although compared to some of the other stuff the boys have done to her, being teased with a popsicle isn’t even all that bad. Seeing him try and make it up to her afterwards made for a cute moment as well.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 2: Coldness

“ーー And then I ended up arguing with Yuuri over who is correct. What do you think? Which one of us was right?”

You hesitate.

“Seems like you’re having trouble answering my question. Don’t hold back and just tell me. In return, I’ll punish you if you don’t say it was me.”

You frown.

“You’re struggling that much? Guess I have no other choice. I’ll give you some time. Try and come up with an answer by the end of classes today.”

The two of you come to a halt.

“...So, is this the classroom we had to move to? (1)”

You explain.

“The science lab, huh? It’s really such a pain that science classes take place in a different classroom. Oh well, guess it’s fine. Hurry up and open the door.”

*Rattle*

“...Hm? What’s wrong? You’re not going inside?”

You close the door again.

“...Eh? Why did you close the door again? Don’t we have class here?”

You tell him it’s the wrong room.

“Haah!? Who goes to the wrong classroom!? Unlike me, you’ve been going to this school for quite some time, right?”

You apologize.

“Honestly...I don’t know whether you’re just slow-witted or if you actually have a few screws loose...”

You seem confused.

“Eh? What’s weird?”

You tell him there seem to be more doors than usual.

“What are you saying? You’re just imagining things, no? There’s no way the number of doors would suddenly increase. Doesn’t it just feel that way? It’s no good to try and blame your own mistakes on someone or something else. Also, that barely makes for a decent excuse.”

You insist.

*Dingー Dongー ・ Dingー Dongー*

“Ah-aaah...Right, right. There’s more doors than usual, huh? Anyway, the bell of the next period just rang. We won’t make it in time for our class so what should we do?”

You frown.

“Well, if we’re confirmed late, might as well say ‘screw it’, right?

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, let’s just skip class.”

You protest.

“If we go now, we’ll just get scolded for being late, right? So why not? ...Come on, this way! Let’s go!”

Kino drags you along.

*TIMESKIP*

“Fufufu~ I’m almost done with this quest...”

*Tap tap*

“Ahー But before that, I have to use this item.”

*Tap tap*

“Hm? What do you want? I’m busy playing my game right now.”

You seem anxious to get in trouble for skipping.

“You’re still worried about that? We already skipped class, so there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

*Tap tap*

“Isn’t spending time out on the rooftop during class something you have to do at least once while you’re young? We’re here now anyway, so you should try and have some fun as well.”

You frown.

“No buts! ...Ah, I get it.  You end up having unnecessary worries because you’re bored, no? In that case, I’ll give you something to do.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“There’s a cafeteria on campus where you can purchase food and such, right? Go buy me something there.”

You ask him what to get.

“Hmー Let’s see...What to choose? ...Then, how about you get something you think I’d like?”

You want him to be a little more specific.

“What would that be? The whole point is that you figure it out.”

You whine.

“It’s not difficult, is it? If you’ve been keeping a close eye on me, it should be a piece of cake! ...Pick the thing that would make me the most happy! Alsoーー”

*Rustle*

“You better not keep me waiting, so I expect you back here in ten minutes, okay? If you’re even one second late...You’ll get a pentalty.”

You flinch.

“Come on. Hurry up.”

You run away.

*TIMESKIP*

*Creaaak*

“Ah! You’re finally back...!”

You ask if you made it back in time.

“Haah? What are you saying? You didnt even come close to making it back on time. Just how far did you have to go for those?”

You explain.

“You got lost? You’ve been a student at this academy for a while, haven’t you? That doesn’t make any sense. Stop making those lousy excuses.”

You try and defend yourself.

“Hmm~? So you got the location of the cafeteria wrong? I guess you went down the wrong stairs or something? Oh well, whatever. More importantly, hurry up and hand it over. You obviously got one of my favorites, right?”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Eh? That?”

You nod.

“Ice cream...? Haah...”

You frown, asking him if he doesn’t like ice cream

“It’s not that ice cream’s bad or anything but...Why didn’t you get me guava juice? You know that I like it, don’t you?”

You tell him that wasn’t an option.

“Haah!? They don’t sell it here!? They really should reconsider their line-up then. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Not only did you make me wait forever, and on top of that, you weren’t able to buy something which would make me happy. Fufu~”

*Rustle*

“This calls...for a punishment.”

You protest.

“No point in fighting back. ...Come here.”

Kino pulls you close.

“Gotcha. When I’m holding you tightly from behind like this, you can no longer get away, can you? That being said, this ice cream has been well chilled. I’m sure it would feel extremely cold if I were to press it against your skin. For example...Against the back of your nape.”

*Rustle*

You flinch.

“You’re already reacting that strongly from just slightly brushing it across? I wonder what would happen if I were to slip it inside your clothes then? Aren’t you curious?”

You shake your head.

“Oh come on~ No need to be modest. Come on...”

*Rustle*

He presses the ice cream against your bare skin as you shriek.

“...Ahaha! Did you hear yourself just now? Well, I guess it would feel cold and disgusting to have an entire popsicle slide down your back. Ah-aah...Your uniform’s a mess as well.”

You call him out for bullying you.

“I’m not being mean, am I? It’s a punishment after all. Besides, that scream just now wasn’t half bad, you know? I’d love to hear it one more time.”

You tell him the ice cream has already melted.

“Guess so. You didn’t buy more than one popsicle after all. ...But you know, I have this.”

*Cling*

“If we use the hourglass to reload, the ice cream and your uniform will return to their original state. You should be grateful.

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

ーーー

*Creaaak*

“Ah! You’re finally back...! ...Hehe, you gave the exact same reaction as earlier. Why are you looking around in confusion? I told you I would reload, didn’t I? Time got turned back. You remember what happened earlier, don’t you?”

Kino approaches you.

“Exactly. Seems like you properly recall. I pulled you close like this...”

*Rustle*

“...And played with you using this popsicle you bought, didn’t I?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Say...There’s something I’m curious about. I can test it out, right? You already know just how cold this ice cream is. The chilled sensation from having it directly pressed up against your skin. So I was wondering...How will your body react if I repeat the same action one more time, now that you’re already well aware of how it’ll feel?”

You try and get away.

*Rustle rustle*

“...Woah there! You better don’t think I’ll let you get away!”

He grabs hold of your wrist.

“...There. Gotcha.”

*Rustle rustle*

“No point in resisting. There’s just no way you could get away from me after all.”

Kino opens the popsicle.

“There we go~ It’s time for the ice cream you’ve just been dying for~ If I run it across your nape like this...”

You flinch.

“Exactly. You can feel it even stronger when you already know what to expect, don’t you? I wonder if it’s your brain playing tricks on you...?”

*Rustle*

“...Hm? What? Throwing in the towel already? Guess I have no other choice. In that case, I’ll warm you up next.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hm...The taste of this popsicle is pretty mediocre. I don’t think I could finish the whole thing. The person who bought it should take responsibility and eat it all instead. Here you go.”

He forces the popsicle inside your mouth.

“You’re whining was starting to annoying me, so this works perfectly. Keep it in between your teeth for a bit, okay? Meanwhile I’ll dig into this to cleanse my palate. In the end, it seems like I...”

*Rustle*

“...enjoy this the very best. mmh...”

Kino bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Nn...You like this too, don’t you? The whimpers slipping through...They’re different compared to when I teased you earlier. They’re sweet yet sorrowful. Almost as if you’re begging for me.”

*Rustle*

“Let me hear more of those...”

*Rustle*

“...Ah!”

You drop the popsicle.

*Splatter*

“Ah-aah...The popsicle fell down. Your skirt’s a mess now as well.”

You apologize.

“Why are you saying sorry? Ahー Because you dropped it? I don’t care, really. ー Wait, what’s with that face? You’re in tears. Your lips are all sticky from the ice cream as well. I’ll wipe you clean, so look this way.”

You turn around.

*Rustle rustle*

“Perhaps I took my teasings a little too far? ...Were you scared?”

You nod.

“I see. ...Fufu. You’re such a crybaby, how cute~”

*Smooch*

“There, all clean. Now cheer up, okay? You don’t want things to become awkward between us, do you? I guess that leaves your skirt...Honestly, it’s kind of a drag, so would you like me to turn back time to before you dropped the popsicle?”

You ask him if it’s okay. 

“Of course I don’t mind. ...But in return, I might mess with you again~”

You protest.

“I’m just kidding. Let’s kill some time together until classes end? Ah! But don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’ll still use the hourglass. ...Well then, how should we enjoy ourselves next~?”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) At Japanese high schools, students stay in the same classroom for 90% of the classes. For some subjects like science, art, etc. they may move to a different classroom which has the right facilities and material. These are called 移動教室 or ‘idō-kyōshitsu’. 

[thechangeling]

Out of our heads Out of our minds

So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.

The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.

Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.

Kit returns.

He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.

Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.

Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.

Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.

And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.

But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?

So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.

And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.

He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.

Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.

He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.

But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.

But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.

Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.

During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.

Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.

This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.

Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.

He also looked angry.

"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.

Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"

Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.

"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.

"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"

And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.

Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.

Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.

The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.

"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.

Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.

Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.

Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."

And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.

"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.

Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.

Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.

Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.

Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.

Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"

Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.

"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.

"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.

Only for Kit.

Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"

Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.

Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.

Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."

"I don't need you to save me."

Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.

"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.

Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."

Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.

Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.

Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.

"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.

Kit was giving him an out.

Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.

He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.

The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.

And that was when he finally cried.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG 😭

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Goodmorning

(Connor x PlusSized!Reader)

A/N: Yes this is absolutely self-indulgent, let me live my life. Also I didnt know what to to title it so yee

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It was still dark when you came into work at the DPD that Monday morning and all you wanted to do was go back to sleep for 12 more hours. But alas, you had work. You weren't a detective or an officer or someone that went out in the field at all really.  Basically a secretary of sort, taking care of files of cases and such. How you weren't replaced by an android by now you had no idea, but you were grateful. Well, at least now you were.

You used to hate working at the DPD. Why? One reason. Gavin fucking Reed. The insufferable prick seemed to make it his goddamn life mission to make you as miserable as possible. Specifically targeting your weight. How original. It didn't really make you feel that bad, okay that was a lie. But it was more annoying than anything. You were so close to just quiting when a certain android appeared at the desk across from Hanks.

When you first saw him you were intrigued to say the least. He was.....drop dead gorgeous. And when he looked at you with those perfect brown eyes you were smitten. You were also extremely embarrassed that he had just caught you gawking at him and with a nervous laugh you waved at him before hastily getting back to work. Little did you know that Connor hadn't looked away, and was extremely confused as to why your round cheeks were rising in temperature.

Ever since then your little crush on the android detective just kept growing the more you interacted with him. In that time you also grew closer to Hank, you realized that he was actually really cool. And also definitely knew about your 'little' crush. Of course, you didn't know he knew. You thought you were being so slick, but in Hanks words you were being "really fucking obvious." Thankfully Connor didn't put the pieces together.

You knew that he'd never feel the same about you, even if he could feel that way towards anyone. Why would he pick you of all people? You weren't exactly the prettiest, or the smartest, and you couldn't kick ass to save your ass. But hey, you could dream right?

Despite that you always held a tiny piece of hope. A tiny piece that only kept growing as you noticed how he himself was slowly becoming the very thing he was meant to hunt. And when he finally became a full on deviant? You were beyond happy, and so so proud.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to your desk as you recalled the day he and Hank came to you with the news. It was the day after you saw your little Connor on tv leading an army of Cyberlife androids he 'woke up'. The first thing you did was bring him in for a bone-crushing hug, gushing about how proud you were. You almost kissed him right then and there but you had to force yourself away from him with a little awkward laugh.

"Good morning (Y/n)," Connor's voice tore you away from your thoughts.

"Morning Cony," you greeted him with a smile.

Glancing over to Hanks desk and, unsurprisingly, not seeing him there you chucked a bit to yourself.

"It seems that Hank couldn't be bothered to come to work on time like the rest of us. Again."

When you didn't get a response from Connor you looked back to him staring at you intently, his LED blinking yellow. You rose a brow and couldn't help but smirk slightly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"I just got here and your already scanning me, hmm?" you asked amused.

He blinked a couple of times and his LED returned to its passive blue. The lightest shade of blue tinting his cheeks, seemingly in embarrassment.

"My apologies, (Y/n). But I noticed that your low in dopamine. Have you eaten breakfast?" He inquired, tilting his head adorably as he always did.

"Uhhh yep. Had a bowl of cereal," you lied.

You didn't really ever eat breakfast. Not because of your whole overweight thing, but because you just never really got hungry early in the morning. You could already hear Gavin's dumb voice fiegning shock. But surprise surprise, just cuz you're overweight doesn't mean you're constantly stuffing your face. You only do that at night.

Connor was just about to call you out on your obvious lie, he didn't even need a lie detector to know that since you were an awful liar, your stomach betrayed you with a low growl. He frowned slightly and you chuckled bashfully before looking down at your stomach.

"Traitor," you mumbled to yourself.

"(Y/n), you know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day for humans. You should eat something," before you could even speak he interrupts you with a playful smile, "and only having coffee doesn't count as breakfast."

"Okay okay, fine fine. You win," you sigh in defeat which earned a smile from the android.

God how you loved that awkward smile. Adorable.

"Lets hope that there's something decent in the break room," you said before turning in the direction of said room.

"Alright, I'll be out here filling out some reports if you need anything," Connor called out to you before you left.

You hoped to god that you got here before Gavin and that you wouldn't have to see his stupid-

"Well looky what we have here. Come to raid the fridge?" He asked with a smug grin, like he thought he did something.

Of course.

You didn't dignify his schoolyard taunt with a response, only rolling your eyes. However you did change your course to the coffee making instead. You could grab something when he left, not really wanting to deal with his judgment at the moment. As Hank would say, it's too early for this shit.

"Aww did I hurt little piggy's feelings?" He taunted further as he made his way over to you, pinching your cheek.

Immediately your hand came up to slap his away and you shot him a glare.

"You know pigs are actually really intelligent creatures. Shame the same can't be said about you. So thanks for the compliment jackass," you snapped before turning your attention back to the coffee maker.

Before Gavin could get out a comeback to reclaim some of his pride, Connor appeared in the doorway.

"Is there a problem here?" He directed to Gavin.

"I was just leaving," Gavin said bitterly before leaving, childishly chucking into Connor's shoulder on his way out.

Connor didn't move an inch.

You huffed as you watched him leave, subconsciously rubbing the cheek that he pinched rather hard. Connor noticed this and tilted his head slightly before making his way over to you.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" His voice was concerned and he looked back to Gavin, fully prepared to beat his ass for hurting you.

"No, no I'm fine. The prick just pinched my damned cheek. Who the fuck even does that?" You sighed.

Yet despite your words he gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head slightly to make sure no damage was done. He certainly couldn't let one of his favourite humans be injured, especially not by one of his least favourite.

Connor's actions immediately started making heat rise up to your cheeks and you couldn't help but stare at his perfect face. God how you wanted him to just kiss you right then and there. As soon as those thoughts entered your mind you immediately averted your gaze from him, your cheeks becoming even more warm.

Connor tilted his head at your odd behavior and did a scan of you quickly. When he came to the conclusion that it seemed you were flustered, he had to hold back a smirk. He might have been innocent, and a bit oblivious about your feelings for him for.....well longer than he wanted to admit seeing as though he was a detective and couldn't figure out you liked him without help from Hank. More like Hank straight up saying it in frustration. But now that he knew, he couldn't help but think how adorable you were. How didn't he see it sooner? Oh how he loved being deviant.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and this time he made no effort to hide his smirk. When you looked up to him you were the one tilting your head in confusion. Slowly, he leaned down and you swore you felt like your heart was either going to explode, or just stop altogether. Your eyes went wide as he grew closer, and when he planted his lips ever so gently on the spot where Gavin pinched you swore you died and went to heaven.

When he pulled back you just blinked at him in disbelief. The way your heartrate went through the roof made Connor's smirk widen and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how adorable you looked.

"All better?" He asked slyly, the smooth bastard.

You couldn't even get out a word in response, only making weird noises before nodding. You were definitely feeling better now. He pulled his hand away from you and stood up straighter, his face forming an innocent smile as if nothing happened.

"Good, then I suggest you get some breakfast," with that he turned to leave the room, but not before shooting you a wink.

You stared at the door he left from as you brought up your hand to touch the place the kissed you. Now you were rubbing it for a whole new reason.

Suddenly a thought came to your mind. Why did he do that? Did he know you liked him? How did he-?

Hank.

Oh you were so going to kill him.

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A/N: Sorry the ending is kinda bad, idk where tf this went lmaoo. Was originally gunna make Connor the innocent bby he is but then he turned out to be the smooth bastard he also is woops. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed

[randomsevans]

a stab to the heart

Captain weekly challenge

@captain-a-rogerss​

@optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

@donutloverxo​

RANSOM X READER 

a/n : i know i write quite abit of angst but i couldn't help myself , even tho i try to write soft Ransom because i dont think he gets much love , but i just had to write him as the true arsehole he is .

You should know this day would come , why on earth did you fall form him ? ,Trust him ? Believe he would change for YOU !

This wasn't how today was meant to be , it was meant to be your anniversary , A year you have put up with  his shit but you did it anyway because you stupidly fell for him. You've dealt with it all his  shit show of a family ,his drinking , partying. Your voices which you should of listen to from the beginning . After all you should know to trust you gut felling , but your heart just over powered.

Despite all the times he would leave and you wouldnt hear from him for days , or his constant partying with his friends , knowing fine well theyd be girls all around much like it was before you , You trusted him , believed him . After all who are you to call the man you love , who says he love you and to trust him , who are you to call him a liar . 

but that was what he was . 

after all he is Ransom FUCKIN Drysdale . 

you had woken up by a soft pair of lip touch your cheek ,but it wasn't gental or sweet , it was rushed 

“y/n ! im leaving right , ill see ya soon “ Ransom husky morning voice echoed through out your room . Ransom may have said in a harsh tone , but you must of thought because it was so early in the morning and he probably didn't want to leave . After all today is you anniversary . But at least it was an improvement , in the past he would just get up and leave 

“okay “ you grumbled as you rubbed your eyes turning on your back , pulling the sheets with you as you opened your eyes to see Ransom pulling his brown coat over  his shoulder sorting out the collar . A small smile placed on your lips , as you were mesmerised by how lucky you were to have someone as hansom as him . “why dont you say ?” you said softly 

“i cant !” he snapped back , not in such a bitter tone , like he use with most , he has always been kinder to you but it was still enough for you to be slightly offend 

“umm okay “ you nervously said sitting up , “where you going ?“

he let out a deep sigh as his eyes slighted towards you in announce “out ! “ he snapped once again , until a small smug smile place on his lips “iv got something to take care of “ 

you nodded being as naive and in love ,you didn't dare question him further until a wide smile placed on your lips as you remembered what today is “im still seeing you later ya !” you  asked all giddy 

“uhhhh .. it depends on how today goes “ he let out a dry chuckle 

“oh okay “ you though maybe he was trying to wind you up he might have a surprise for you like you do for him , He does remember what today is doesn't he ?

ransom turned the door nob and opened the door , not even glancing at you . “see ya !” it was cold , nothing sweet about it. but before you could answer you heard him bounce down the stair , and soon after heard the front door open and close . 

You sighed , dragging your self out of bed , but still feeling good about the day . He was probably only winding you up . 

so you got up and got ready for the day , 

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some time had past , and you were becoming more anxious ,to know if Ransom was actual going to come , of course he would , but what kept him from  not spending the day with you again . Especial today of all days . 

you tried to ignore the little voice in your head doubting him , where could he be ? who is he with ? what is he doing ? did he forget ?

you hide those thoughts in the back of your head , as you reminded your self of the plans you had for him . But you still could not help the gut feeling that something was off . So as you made your way up the stair you rang Ransoms phone , it rang through and went to voicemal by the time you got to the top of the stairs , You decided to try one more time , and as you did you heard a ringing noise coming from your bedroom . You lifted your brow in confustion and headed into your bedroom , The ringing contuined , you quickely glanced around , to see what it was , It was then you saw Ransom phone , was laying on the floor , inbetween the door and your dresser . 

You let out a little giggle , at Ransom for being foolish leaving his phone . It must of feel out of his coat pocket . 

You shook your head picking it up from the ground , you chucked it on the bed , along with your phone and made  your way in to your wardrobe to get ready for  when ransom gets back 

It didnt take you long to get ready , as you had gotten dress , applied little makeup (gift above )

you frowned releasing the time , once again , but you sighed , trying to remain , calm , and have a good day . But as you turned to grab your phone , yu quickly remembered you have Ransoms

you titled your head in curiosity , maybe you could find out what he was doing , or maybe call one of his friend to see where he was . As you grabbed his phone , you suddenly felt uneasy , and no it wasnt your lunch . You suddenly felt guilty for going through his phone it felt like you were invading his  privacy . You nibbled on your bottom lip . Surely it would be fine , its not like he has anything to hide , right ?

so you opened up his phone , and went to unlock it , when you released you needed to enter a password , that you didnt know . You stranded there for a minted thinking with one hand on your hip covered by you silk black robe .Ransom was a very forgetfully person   clearly . So you had to think of something , he wouldn't forget , and it was then you tried his birthday . NOPE didnt work . And then you remembered four number that were more important to Ransom his card pin BINGO you were in . 

But your heart suddenly began to beat fast , now you were in his phone , what were you going to do now , its not like anyone know where he is . So you decided to go on to message and see who it was that last text him , maybe there needed him and thats where he went ? Maybe ? 

so as you pressed the little green bubble at the bottom of the screen , you were met with a string of conventions . Your brows raised , as you saw , random numbers , and anitionals  with little side notes in brackets . The top one was just labelled as J.S? (good when told  ) . You decide to click on it , as a wave  of anxiety  hit you  , 

you saw a short line of blue and white message back a forth  as your eyes bluurd one the words as your eyes become glossed over . while your chest tightend and you colsaped onto the bed . You heart sank , and torn all at once while your head become dizzy . You read through the text to make sure , your eye wernt tricking you 

J.S : Ransom , baby where are you ? you promised       

                          R.D : ill be there soon iv just got to finish up over here first 

J.S :kk ill be waiting 😉😘

                          R.D : oh i know you will be ! 

you  shaking lifted your hand , and click on another , and another conversation , that were just as similair some that had when on longer others that were shorter . Some were similar , a thank you and telling him to call them back . 

A small tear trippled down your cheek ,as you read through the message , you were even be able to find your own somewhere between a 11 digets number and a ALICE ? (decent) 

And you , You were simple save as y/n (err okay ?)

you felt anger rage through you , as you shot up from your bed . 

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And thats where you found your self now , just finished collecting all off Ransom cloths and things that he has left over . Watching them burn in the sink , turn to ash as you add to the glowing  flames as you pour the vodka you were currently sipping on , over the fire .  You turned facing away the kitchen isle as you lifted your arm as rubbed your eyes over your silk rob smuging your mascara . 

you looked down towards the cake that you had brought . You honestly dont know why tho .But you couldnt help but star at its delicate white piping around the edge and the swirls . It was kind of funny how you saw your self  in a cake . You was kind of like it before Ransom , sweet , and elegant  and now you were this A girl crying over an arsehole burning his cloths , after finding out he had been cheating . But you were surprisingly okay with that 

But the temptation was to much , you held to much rage with in . That you couldnt help but ick up a knive and stab through the cake  imagining Ransom face . With a harsh bang crumes where flying everway .You could help but laugh at your self , as you  took out your frustrations at on a cake . 

your anger , mixed with vodka made your turn into a fit of gigles that echoed through the kitchen . It was until you heard the openoing of the front door , you stopped , your face dropped as you griped the knive harder . 

“ha babe , i left my ... what the fuck !”

[ariparri]

Veruca Then vs Now

Hello! Not officially back because I'm still taking my break from here but I wanted to share this. As the title suggests, I will be sharing all the things about Veruca that I've changed throughout the year. I recently started looking back on Veruca's character on when I first made her and realized just how different she is to the Veruca everyone knows today.

Not sure how many facts I'll be going over, but this will be interesting. Let's get started!!

Before officially becoming a Hogwarts Mystery OC, she was made for the Golden Trio Era. She was three years older than the trio and hung around isolated places such as the astronomy tower or the owlery.

Veruca was originally a daughter to deatheaters but was later disowned when she refused to follow in her family's path. She was then forced to become a deatheater when they ambushed her during the attack at the Quidditch World Cup.

Veruca was originally supposed to be shipped with Carson but I ended up liking some characters a lot more than I initially thought. And now I can't view the two as anything BUT siblings.

Veruca's old concept design had her with slightly tanned skin with black hair. And you can't really tell from the image, but she also originally had fiery orange eyes. Clearly different than the Veruca we're all used to today.

Veruca's personality had her much more colder and intimidating due to her being a daughter of death eaters and then eventually disowned by them. She also preferred being alone, even telling Carson she didn't want any rumors about him going around. She was also much more moodier than how she is now, quickly losing her temper at the slightest thing.

She was originally skilled at 'dual wand wielding' after stealing someone else's wand and practicing with both of them. That was later swapped for wandless magic.

She originally hated her brother Coby. Their relationship wasn't exactly great. With Coby being the pride and joy to their mother, was always being neglected by her mother. Veruca's relationship with her mother was very bad. Wilhelmina outright telling her that Coby was the only child she was proud of and that Veruca was merely a child who kept making mistakes. The neglect made Veruca desperate for her mother's affection that when Coby went missing despite being happy about it Veruca didnt hesitate to try to find him hoping that by finding him her mother would love her. Now her relationship with her mother isn't entirely great now, but it's clearly a lot better than before. Wil does love her daughter, but as an Irish woman, they tend to favor their sons more.

After changing Veruca's backstory, she was also going to have an older sister named Cerise. Technically that was a placeholder name but let's roll with it. She was disowned and never mentioned by the family due to her psychotic and sadistic view. Veruca never liked her as she was always physically or verbally abused by Cerise. During the search for Rakepick in the forbidden forest, instead of her showing up Cerise does leaving Veruca frozen in her spot. She tried to fend Cerise off but eventually fell short when Cerise casted a spell towards Rowan to distract her before Cerise casts a spell strong enough to send Veruca flying back badly wounded that she needed to be sent to St. Mungo's for recovery. This was now changed to be more of an au and the original storyline was scrapped.

Veruca runs away from Hogwarts and everyone after she couldn't take any more of the dangers and stress from searching for the vaults, and the fact her friends were slowly turning their backs on her after hearing them talking about how much she just needed them for the vaults or how she didn't really care about their feelingswith the exception of Carson. This was scrapped in favor of the one now, this is now an au idea instead.

Veruca was planned to die within the final vault where she materializes into nothing right in front her friends' eyes. Has now become an au idea. And a drawing idea

The original idea for the final vault was to have Veruca sacrifices herself from her friends' memories so they no longer remember her. She doesn't bring herself to interact with them again, and would rather suffer alone with her own memories of everyone else. Also now has become an au idea in favor of her story now.

Veruca was also supposed to have another sister for her deatheater backstory. Her name was Heidi and she was 8 years younger than Veruca. Their relationship is a little rocky as they used to be close when they were younger but Heidi was always told not to play with Veruca. When Veruca was disowned, Heidi was told Veruca had betrayed the family which angered her.

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Well, that's all the things I was able to recall for Veruca's past concept. I'm sure there was more hidden in my memories somewhere but these were the ones that I remembered the most

I definitely like how Veruca is now as compared to back then. She has definitely gone through a lot of changes throughout the year. And I'm glad that there are people who actually like her character! I was a little worried about that honestly xD

I'm also working on a new post regarding genderbent Carson and Veruca. And maybe I might also make a Then vs Now post for Carson too!

What are your thoughts on Veruca's character back then? Do you like her now or did you find her past portrayal interesting? Do you have anything to share about your MC from how they were when you made them to how they are now? I'd love to read about them.

I'm just gonna tag this as #MC Then Vs Now for future reference because I know I'll make a similar post for other characters of mine =w=

[kunoichi-ume]

For the WIP sampler: while I'm curious about Noara's death, I'd much rather hear about her adventures!

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Sure you don’t wanna hear about Noara dying? About Torian getting there just in time to be too late to save her, but early enough to get to say goodbye? To say an edited version of the Mandalorian wedding vows because even if she doesnt know it he won’t make her lie to him (about raising children together I mean)? About Noara asking if now she can sleep, just for a moment, and Torian knows it will be longer? 

No? Okay. 

Actually writing her dying at all was a writing exersize that @cinlat sort of dared me to do, sort of a “you never know your character until you put them through ALLLLLL the hell” thing cause I don’t really plan to kill Noara. (Sith Noara however... her days are numbered.)

Noara’s adventure log started when I felt I didn’t really know Noara well enough to keep writing I’ve Got You and was kicking myself for starting the fic so far into the canon story so she wouldn’t be able to grow through her experiences as I worked on her (instead she had to be a finished product and that was bugging me so much!) so I started on Tython and getting into her head from the start.

Have a couple snippets, cause the start of this post was rude I know. They are a bit on the long side, but other than @cinlat who I am pretty sure I shared this doc with, odds are no one else will see this fic if and when I pick it up again because it was more character study than anything but damn if I didnt have fun with it.

Noara’s thoughts as she arrives on Tython to start her trials:

This was the farthest from home she had ever been, not counting wherever she had been before the Jedi brought her to the enclave she’d been raised in. Now she’d left the only home she’d ever known to prove her worth and, hopefully, pass her trials. If she didn’t her dreams of traveling the galaxy and helping people would be gone. She’d be stuck in a research position or raising crops or something else equally unfulfilling even if she understood the necessity of it.

Failure wasn’t an option, not for Noara.

If all the times she had snuck out of her academic classes were any indication, she wouldn’t enjoy life as a scholar.

And the first time she takes a life, even if it’s a Flesh Raider determined to kill her is a big moment for her too:

Noara followed the rock formations, giving her on side where an ambush was less likely, and rounded a corner to see exactly what she had worried she might when she heard their name. Three of the reddish-pink rough skinned creatures crouched on the ground feasting on dead bodies. To make it worse two of the bodies were Jedi and one was their own kind. Flesh eaters and cannibals. That image was going to stick with.her. 

Adjusting her grip on her sabers, wishing she had weapons as real as this fight was going to be, she stepped around the rocks and crouched slightly. Pulling the Force around her, she leapt, propelling herself the considerable distance between her and the Flesh Raiders. They reared up as she landed, one coming at her with a training saber it probably stole off one of the dead Padawans, while the other two drew blasters. 

Reacting quickly, she blocked the first Flesh Raiders first strike before Force pushing it away to buy her time to deal with the other two. As it stumbled away, she slashed her blades at the two firing at her. They knew how to use the blasters, but their aim was horrendous. They hadn’t had these weapons long and she was easily able to sidestep their shots and cut each across the chest with the electrified edges of her blades. 

The creatures cried out, horribly gargled sounds by their misshapen mouths, as they fell. An angry cry behind her reminded Noara of the third Flesh Raider and she turned just in time to block a strike aimed at her skull. Before the beast could react to her quick movement, she stabbed it through the gut with her other weapon. 

It fell, dead, at her feet and Noara had to yank her training saber out of it’s ribcage where it had gotten lodged. She turned her sabers off and frowned at the blood, a sickly brown color, that clung to them. She wanted to clean them but had a feeling this wouldn't be her last fight and that it would be a wasted effort. 

It wasn’t until the smell hit her that what she had just done really sank in. She’d killed them, hadn’t even hesitated. Noara waited for the regret, the sickening guilt her masters had told her would accompany every life she took, but it didn’t come. Just relief that it was them lying on the ground and not her and the familiar thrill she always felt when sparring. She’d assumed that it would be different in a real fight, that it would be less exciting to win when it meant something else died but it wasn’t.

That thought scared her, because she knew how it sounded. It went against everything Jedi stood for and were taught. Taking a deep breath, she pushed all of that away to meditate on later. She was in a dangerous situation and there were other Padawans depending on her. 

And younger Noara might just have an attitude problem, but ya gotta admit the Flesh Raider problem on Tython was seriously mismanaged...

When Noara answered her com a small image of Knight Weller, bending down to brace a wound on his leg, appeared. He looked her image over in relief. “You’re unharmed, good. A Flesh Raider shot me in the leg while I was rescuing some Padawans. No idea where they got blasters, but they know how to use them. I’ve been evacuated to a medcenter but the fighting isn’t over.”

Noara sighed but bit back the comment she wanted to make. For a planet that should be full of some of the galaxy's best warriors they were pretty bad at crisis management. “Will there be reinforcements coming? I’m up to my neck in monsters here.”

Weller nodded. “Some are already there, but they keep pouring in. We need to stop them at the source. Padawan Unaw Aharo found a cave the Flesh Raiders tunneled through to get into the valley. I need you to go and make sure they don’t get more reinforcements through it.”

Noara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her patience was wearing thin, the handling of this situation left much to be desired and her understanding was that all Jedi on Tython were meant to be taking their trials. How any could be at that point and defenseless was beyond her. As far as she had seen, she was the only competent warrior on the whole planet but she wasn’t near arrogant enough to think she could take on every Flesh Raider out there on her own. “I don’t know how much I can do on my own, but I’ll do whatever I can to push them back and see if there is a way to seal the tunnel.”

“You won’t be alone for long,” Weller reassured her. “Master Orgus Din is on his way as well. We need to end this conflict before anyone else gets hurt. Find the cave along the east mountain ridge. May the Force be with you.”

His image winked out of sight and she huffed in annoyance. It had been a few hours since she had been sent into the field to fight the invaders and they were finally sending a member of the council to come help? What were the Jedi Masters doing while Padawans were being captured and killed? So far all she had learned on Tython was that she was lucky to have finished her combat training on Naboo before making the journey, being sent here without it could have been akin to a death sentence.

Master Doran had warned her the trials would be difficult when he tried to talk her into putting them off until she was a little older, but somehow Noara didn’t think this was what he meant.

And then her day just gets worse and worse when she gets to the cave and has to face the rogue Jedi commanding the Flesh Raiders:

The rogue Jedi lunged at her, swinging his lightsaber toward her neck. 

Noara just managed to dodge the blow, stepping quickly back. The second swing she caught with one of her training sabers, the blue energy blade crackling against the metal. 

“You think to defeat me with those toys?” He laughed, pushing her back with his superior strength and leaving marks in the ground where Noara tried to keep her footing. When most of his weight was committed to pushing her, she dropped to the ground, ducking under his arm and slipping behind him as he stumbled past her.

Using a move Master Doran always called reckless, she leapt into the air. Using the Force she propelled herself across the cavern to where his Flesh Raider backup was. Noara knew that if she wanted a glimmer of a chance to get out of here alive, she couldn’t face all three of them at once. Landing between them, Noara pushed the Force in a ring out from her body and knocked both away from her and to the ground. Stunned, neither stirred. She turned just in time to block the rogue Jedi’s attack with her training sabers crossed in front of her. He pressed forward, forcing Noara to step back again.

Obviously he had an advantage in both size and strength over her. She was going to need to be faster and cleverer. Before he could make her step back again, Noara kicked him in the gut. Not letting up when he stepped back, she followed him, pushing his lightsaber away from her with one of her blades and hitting his sword arm as hard as she could with the other. He dropped the saber with a sharp cry. 

Noara turned, releasing one of her training sabers to call his weapon to her. Before she caught it he tackled her, his shoulder digging into her gut. As they tumbled to the ground she lost her grip on her other weapon. She was never much of a grappler, her creche mates had often wiped the floor with her in unarmed spars but she had learned enough to know she couldn’t let him pin her. They landed hard on the ground, rolling a few times before he had straddled her waist and punched her in the face.

Lifting her hips off the ground, Noara tried to throw him off  but he was too high on her torso for that to work. Leaning forward he pinned her with his weight and wrapped his hands around her throat. Clawing at his fingers, she turned her head back and forth, trying to find a way out of this before remembering she was still armed. Pulling her leg up as close as she could, Noara blindly reached for her boot. Each of her boots had a dagger hidden in a discrete sheath inside the boot. 

Noara’s chest was on fire as she gasped for air and her vision was starting to dim. Reaching out to the Force for strength, she managed to grab the dagger’s hilt and pull it out of her boot. Without hesitation she stabbed him, driving the dagger into his side. He cried out in pain, releasing her neck and she was able to breath again. She ripped the dagger out of his flesh as he fell off of her. Running on pure adrenaline she followed him, burying the bloodied dagger hilt deep into his chest. 

Blood gushed around her hand and when he coughed it left bloody spots all over his face. “Killing me changes nothing,” he gasped wetly, “long live the new order.” The rogue Jedi took another gurgling breath before going limp under her and she felt his life force fading. 

Pushing herself away from his corpse, Noara tried to breathe through the pain in her chest and throat. 

“Look out!” Aharo cried, making Noara turn her head just in time to see the two forgotten Flesh Raiders approaching her. 

The dagger was still in the dead man’s chest but she spotted the lightsaber lying on the ground. She pulled it to her hand, activated it and threw it at them. With the Force she controlled it’s trajectory to strike them both. The Flesh Raiders fell to the floor, making similar death rattles to the ones she had heard all day. 

For a moment Noara didn’t move, leaning on her hand to keep herself upright while she waited for the next attack. When it didn’t come she slumped on the ground let out a shaky breath. Aharo, holding his gut, limped over to her. 

“That was amazing, I thought we were dead for sure,” he said, dropping to his knees next to her. “Are you alright?”

Noara nodded where she lay. “Yeah, I think so.”

[smalltowndetective]

31 Days of Wayhaven-Veil

@31daysofwayhaven

This is a Part 2 from Day 21, which I’ll link here, and also Day 16, can also add a bit of context, so I’ll link it here as well. Really not sure about this one, but I hope you like it :)

This whole idea was also inspired by this post by @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for!

Ao3 Link

Title: Spoken Words

Pairing: Felix and Thea

Words: 2k

Summary: A continuation from Day 21, in which the detective and Unit Bravo are trying to make peace with a group of changelings. 

“We need to go after them”

               Thea and Nate looked at Mason, who had suddenly spoken. It had almost been an hour without Adam and Felix showing up, and they were all getting antsy.

               “I don’t disagree”, Nate said in response, “But we don’t know what we are walking into”

               She looked down the vast path that Adam and Felix had disappeared down, and Thea could feel her stomach tighten.

               It really has been too long. They should have been back by now

               “Does that really matter?”, Mason countered, and before Nate could say anything in return, she spoke up.

               “We need to at least have a plan in case we have to”

               What on earth could be taking so long?

               “We’ll give it 30 minutes”, Nate said, ignoring Mason’s huff at the statement, “Then we’ll go in”

               She nodded, and her hand reflexively moved to the spot where her necklace sat again, her brain still not used to it being gone.

               I really hope they’re both safe.

               They have to be.

               Thea had been having an uneasy feeling about this the whole night, but as she looked around the walls of the cave, the cool draft that blew though chilling her skin, it just made her even more uneasy.

               ‘Alright, we need to go now”, Mason spoke up in the silence that had fallen, and Nate looked down at his watch.

               He sighed, “We do”.

               Without much else she could do; Thea followed the two of them through the smaller path of the cave, both Nate and Mason having to duck their heads down in order to traverse it.

               This particular path was not a long one, but it did open up to a bunch of different ones.

               “Do we have any idea which one they could have gone down?”, she asked.

               They wouldn’t have split up, right?

               “Absolutely none”, Mason muttered.

               “Then what do we do?”

               Before either of them could answer, the lights to the cave blew out, plunging her eyes in a darkness so thick, she could not see her own hand in front of her face.

               “What the hell?”, she heard Mason say in the dark, and Thea tried to get out her flashlight to try and light up the area a little.

               She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she did her best not to jump at the touch, knowing who it probably was.

               “It’s me, Thea”, Nate said, and she finally got her flashlight working, the dim glow from it doing little to light the cave, but it was better than nothing.

               “How did that happen?”, she asked, turning to the two of them for an answer.

               “No clue”, Nate replied, and he then looked down the large expanse of the paths.

               “I’m going to go check if the light was also turned off where we came from”, Thea said, expecting them to fight her on it, but they did not.

               “Be quick”, Mason said, but she was unsure if she heard a hint of worry in his voice, or if she had just imagined it.

               She hurried her way back down the path, it only one turnaround from where they had come from, and she saw the faint glow of candlelight, and Thea raced back to the others.

               “Guys, there is still light over here!”, she called out, but Nate and Mason were nowhere to be found.

               “Nate!” she yelled into the darkness, “Mason!”

               But there was no answer in return.

               Where could they have even gone?

               Thea looked down the long paths, almost expecting one of them to emerge from one of them.

               They wouldn’t have gone ahead without me, right?

               She was at a lost at what to do, but she felt confident doing one thing.

               I should stay where the light is.

               Everyone will have to go back that way to leave anyway.

               But even with that plan now decided on, she still felt an intense sense of foreboding, and she clenched her hands tighter to keep them from shaking. Thea was sure about what thing, she really hated being alone.

               Why did they leave me behind?

               She spent the next few minutes pacing in front of the entrance to the path, her feet unable to stay still no matter how hard she tried, constantly looking for a sign for any of them, but nothing was either seen or heard besides the low rush of wind.

               Thea suddenly heard a crash from behind her, and a blur of motion that she barely caught went running down toward the entrance of the cave.

               “Who are you?”, she asked aloud, even knowing that it was likely not the brightest idea that she ever had, and her whole body told her to stay put, but curiosity won over her anyway, and after drawing her gun, even though she did not want to use it if she could absolutely avoid it.

               She followed their footsteps, and entered a small part of the cave on the edge that none have been done yet, which had a whole in the ceiling, letting in the setting sunlight, and seeing the surface did make her feel slightly better.

               Thea finally got a good look at the figure, and she felt a smile form across her face at the sight of it. Facing away from her stood Felix, looking just like he did when she saw him last, and she moved closer to him, almost about to wrap him into a hug.

               “Felix, oh thank God you’re here”, she sighed in relief, but when he turned around, something felt off, and it made her pause.

               The grin that he gave her was not his original grin, almost something darker behind it, and she felt goosebumps on her arms at the sight of it.

               Something’s not right.

               “You’ve failed Thea”, he said, a tone in his voice that she not recognize, but there was no doubt that it was his voice, his amber eyes looking at her with none of the warmth that she had grown accustomed to, “You failed to save Sanja due to your own selfishness, and you were unable to stop Murphy from taking the life of Garrett Hayes. And you’ll continue failing”

               She felt as though a rock had dropped in her stomach at that, and she fought to keep her face steady, remembering that the treaties were with changelings.

               It can’t be actually him, right?

               Then how does he know so much about me?

               Thea had carried these failures with her for a long time, burying them done deep, but this was enough to feel the rush of tears in her eyes.

               Felix gave a cold laugh that was unlike him, “You are useless, Thea. What do you add to the team beside being a target?”

               He then gave her a smirk, and she wanted to run, but her feet felt frozen to the ground, “Everyone, both humans and supernaturals, would be better off if you were dead. Your blood could lead to the deaths of thousands.

               She turned away, not being able to look at him any longer, a knot starting to throb in her throat.

               It was something that she had always thought about before, but it hurt even more having in thrown in her face now.

               Isn’t he right?

               My blood could be used as a weapon in order to hurt others.

               Is my life really worth any more than everyone else’s?

               “I know”, she muttered, and he seemed to find that amusing.

               “And if you really think I would ever choose you- “

               “Thea!”, a voice broke through, an identical voice that she was hearing now, and she turned to see Felix again, his face anguished in a way that she had never seen it before.

               If this is the real Felix, how much did he overhear?

               She turned back around to the person that she was speaking to, realizing that it was no longer Felix, but Murphy, and she felt her stomach drop at the sight of it, a wave of painful memories coming to the surface at the sight of it.

               The rest of Unit Bravo came running after him, and they tensed at the sight of the other person in the room.

               “You know what I spoke of was the truth”, they snarled, “We had our reason to join the rouges”

               They then pushed past the team, leaving the room, almost as if expecting one of them to follow them.

               None of them did.

               Thea gave a shaky breath, and as Felix moved closer to her, she turned her head away, and she was not sure why.

               It was not he who said those words.

               Why are you putting the blame on him?

               He drew his hand back, but he stayed close to her, looking at her with worried eyes, obviously trying his best to give her an encouraging smile.

               “None of what they said was true”, Nate spoke up, looking at the two of them with worried eyes.

               “Agreed”, Adam said simply, giving her a surprisingly encouraging nod, and she did her best to push it all out of her brain, even though she could not get those thoughts out of her head.

               She looked over to Felix, who was looking away from her, looking confused at what to do, and the hurt look that he tried to hide felt like it was tearing her up inside.

               I can’t let him think this is his fault, I can’t.

               Even with her hesitance, and what she thought was him speaking the dark truths that she knew anyway, she reached out her hand gently to entwine their pinky fingers together, it not much, but it was all that she could think to do.

               Thea could feel him shudder out a sigh of relief, and she gave him the brightest smile that she could muster, and he returned it.

               “Let’s go ahead and get going”, Mason said, his grey eyes never leaving the two of them, “We can talk more about this later”

               “Can you give us a minute?”, Felix suddenly spoke up, and she looked up at him in surprise.

               Nate’s eyes softened, “Of course”

               The three of them filed out of the room leaving the two of them alone.

               “They had already made a treaty with the rouges”, Felix started to explain, “There was not much else that we could do”

               “Did you hear-?”, she asked, not telling what exactly she was referring to, but he seemed to understand anyway.

               “All of it”, he muttered, and she felt herself give out a shaky breath at his answer.

               Felix moved closer to wrap his arms around her in a hug, hesitantly, as if she could pull away if she really wanted to, but she had no idea why she would ever do such a thing, needing his comfort now more then ever. Thea buried her face in his shoulder, letting his warmth provide some much-needed security.

               “I’m right here”, he whispered to her, “And I’m not leaving. Not ever”

               She tried to suppress the sob at his words, and he continued.

               “None of what that changeling said was true, you know that? You’re not a failure, Thea, and you never could be”

               Not having anything that she could say, she wrapped her arms around him tighter, and he seemed to understand the meeting.

               He always does.

               Felix gently moved back, as he did not want to let go, and he pulled the locket out of his jean pocket.

               “I brought this back for you”, he said, giving her the locket, “Thank you for letting me hold on to it”

               “Of course,” she whispered back, and he gave her a gentle smile, and Thea moved to fasten it back around her neck.

               “We better join the others”, he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and she gently placed her hand on his side on response.

               “We should”, she nodded, doing her best to give him a smile, “Unless they are going to come barging in here”

               Felix gave a light laugh, and they walked out together, and even with the memory of the event burned in her brain, still wondering what exactly had happened and why Nate and Mason had disappeared in the first place, but she put it out of her mind for now.

               Just focus on the present for now.

               Because how sweet it is.

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-8-

It was another sleepless night. Dreams about gunmen and traps and boxes.

I knew I was in for another long day, but I was wide awake at quarter after six. I got up, got washed and changed into some black running shorts, a pink sports bra, and a loose blue tank top. I figured if I was going to be up, might as well be a bit productive.

I slid my socks and white running shoes on and left the house, locking it behind with a spare key we left outside.

I did my run and waved at some of the neighbours that were outside already grabbing their paper, blissfully unaware of what me and three other teenagers managed to discover.

My little boring town of Hawkins might not have been as boring as I used to think.

But the four of us were going to try and get in there tonight. We were going to uncover the secrets that they were hiding, once we had proof, we would go to Chief Hopper and let him take it from there.

I didn't know what this would all mean moving forward. Were we all going to get out of this alive?

If Dustin ever got put in a position of being in danger, I would do anything, absolutely anything in my power to keep him safe. I always felt an enormous responsibility to make sure he was kept out of harms way. If he came to me with an issue, I would try and help him resolve it. I would be willing to sacrifice anything to keep him safe.

I've always felt a sense of guilt when it came to Dustin, that started the moment we found out about his condition. Then when dad left...I tried to step up in whatever way I could when it came to him. And I thought it was going okay until Dustin started going to Steve for advice and help within the last six months or so.

But...it was like I told Dustin, I guess sometimes you need an older brother type of friend to help out once you get older.

I couldn't even lie...I actually liked this Steve. The one that was just being an overall nice guy.

It was weird spending this time with him. But I knew if I ever got the chance to speak up about what went on in high school I would tell him in the right context.

"Lou?"

I stopped running and looked to my left to a large driveway which led to a large house. The Harrington house. And Steve was standing in the middle of the driveway.

I raised my hand in a wave as I tried to catch my breath.

"Hey," I called over to him before I took a deep breath.

He walked over to me in his Scoops uniform as usual, and his little sailor hat held tightly in his hand.

"Aren't you a little early for work?" I asked him, as I tightened my ponytail. I couldn't have been running more than half an hour.

He looked down at the ground, "Yeah...no it's only just after seven...I was just gonna...drive around till it was time to get you and Dustin."

I furrowed my brow and titled my head slightly, "Oh. You don't like hanging around at home till it's time to go?" I asked, looking over to his house quickly before looking back to him.

He shuffled his feet before he looked back at me with flushed cheeks and sad eyes. I was taken aback for a moment. This was a totally different look to Steve, either old or new Steve.

"No...um, if I can avoid staying here for longer than needed, I will, to be honest," he shrugged.

I realized that maybe I didn't actually know anything about Steve Harrington.

I heard a door open and looked over to the front door of his house, where an intimidating man was leaving, wearing a black suit and carrying a leather briefcase.

Steve cleared his throat and sent a wave to him, "Morning, dad."

Mr. Harrington stopped at the door of his car and looked down the driveway to me and Steve.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready to serve some ice cream?" he asked his son.

I swear I could feel my heart breaking. Just the tone of his voice to his own son was just...wrong. It was snarky and mean. Not in a joking way just plain mean.

Steve forced out a chuckle, "Yeah, I'm on my way, I ran into my friend, Louise," he said motioning to me with his hat.

I smiled and raised my hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington."

He looked to me before he opened his car door, "You heading to college this year?" he asked me in lieu of a greeting.

I looked quickly to Steve who was looking at his shoes before I looked back to his dad, "No, I'm actually heading into my senior year at Hawkins High," I explained awkwardly.

His dad nodded, "Take some advice, don't take any study tips from my son, clearly what he was doing didn't help him," he said, directing the last part right to Steve who still refused to look up.

I felt my face flush in embarrassment on behalf of Steve. His dad got into his car and pulled out of the driveway and drove off without a second glance to either of us.

I looked back to Steve and saw that he was now watching me intently. Maybe to see my reaction, to see if I would laugh or ask him anything.

"Steve..." I began, but didn't know what to say. Sorry that your dads an asshole? If he talks to him like that in front of a complete stranger, I could only imagine what is said behind closed doors.

I looked at him, hoping some of the emotions I was feeling were being shown on my face. Just so he would know that I wouldn't ever judge him or anything based on this interaction with his dad.

He grinned softly and nodded a couple times, "Did you want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered quietly.

"Come on," he said, before waking over to his car, I went to the other side and got in once he unlocked it.

I slid easily into the car and shut the door quietly after me at the same time as Steve.

"Steve," I said quickly, "listen, we don't know each other that well, but if you ever need to talk..."

I looked over at him and saw the appreciation immediately written all over his face as he looked at me. His whole face just looked more relaxed in that moment than it did a minute earlier.

"Thanks, Louise," he said quietly with a shy smile on his face, he looked forward and buckled up and I followed suit before he backed up and started the drive to my house.

"Nervous for tonight?" I asked him after a couple minutes of comfortable silence.

He chuckled and nodded, "I'd be lying if I said no. You?"

"Very," I told him honestly, "but...we've come this far."

"In and out," he explained, "we're getting in, opening the boxes, seeing what's in them and getting the hell outta there."

I breathed out a laugh, "Agreed."

He pulled into the driveway next to my moms car and parked it.

"Thanks for the drive," I told him with a grin.

He smiled back to me, "No problem...I'll be back in a bit to get you guys...around eight?"

"What?" I scoffed with a laughing edge, "Where are you gonna go for forty five minutes?"

He breathed out a laugh and lifted his hand from his steering wheel in a nonchalant manner, "Around," he said lamely.

I smirked, "That's silly," I sighed, "just hang around the house until it's time to go."

"I dont wanna intrude," he began but I shut him down.

"Please," I said easily, "you're more than welcome, Steve. My mom doesn't care, and neither would Dustin, obviously."

"Do you?" he asked quietly, quickly.

"No," I said simply, "I'm the one that invited you, remember?" I told him before opening the door and getting out the car.

He shut off the ignition when I shut the car door and he got out too.

He followed me up to the door where I tried the door to see if mom was up and unlocked it, which she did so I walked in, leaving the door open behind me for Steve.

"Mom!" I called, "Look who I found on my run!"

I walked into the kitchen and saw her sitting at the table with her usual cup of coffee, she smiled at me as I walked in and I swear her smile grew when Steve walked in behind me.

"Steve," she said happily, "how nice to have you back!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Henderson," he said, he he sat at the table across from her, "I told Lou that I didnt wanna intrude."

She waved her hand at him, "Please, you could never intrude," she said warmly to him, "you're welcome anytime," she explained to him.

I could see the happiness in Steve's eyes when she said that. After this morning I had a new found sympathy for Steve. I didn't want to imagine what his dad was like inside the house. This added a new layer to him, of understand him a bit more in my opinion. Bullied kids at home sometimes bully kids at school kinda thing.

I went and grabbed a cup from the cabinet to pour myself some coffee, I opened my mouth to ask Steve if he wanted any but mom got to him first.

"Do you want a drink, Steve?" she asked him.

"Huh, maybe a coffee if there's enough," he said.

"Of course! LuLu, gets some coffee for our guest, won't you?" she asked.

I turned to look at the two of them at the table, he looked at me with a smile, I smiled back before rolling my eyes a bit and poking my moms shoulder, "I was just about to ask him."

She turned in her chair to look at me with a sly smirk, "Well I beat you to it so," she said jokingly.

I stuck my tongue out at her, "Real mature, Louise!" she told me, still smirking.

"Thank you," I sassed back with a smile before I turned back to grab a second cup which I filled with coffee too.

I picked both mugs up and brought them to the table, setting one in front of Steve and the other in front of where I was going to sit next to him.

Mom had the milk and sugar set on the table we were at so I grabbed the sugar and spooned some in before pouring a tiny bit of milk in it.

"How did you two meet up today?" mom asked.

I shrugged and looked to Steve quickly, "I was out running and just happened to run by Steve's house, and he offered to bring me back home."

Mom looked at Steve all doe eyed, "That's so nice of you Steve, thank you," she beamed, "I hope LuLu said thank you too?" she questioned looking to me.

"She did," Steve piped up, "she always does...you raised a...a great daughter, Mrs. Henderson."

My stomach felt tingly and I looked over again him, he was already looking at me with an unreadable expression. But his eyes had a tenderness to them. I smiled softly at him.

"I'm happy to hear that," mom approved.

"Hey...when did you get here?"

I broke eye contact with Steve to see my brother walk into the kitchen with his dumb Roast Beef shirt that I honestly didn't understand.

"Longer than you've been awake," I joked.

"At least it looks like I went to bed, looks like you've been up for three days straight," Dustin prattled back.

"Ha ha," I answered back monotone, before taking a final sip of my coffee.

"I'm going to shower," I said before I stood up and brought my cup to the sink, "have a good day at work," I said, kissing my mom on the cheek before I walked out of the kitchen.

I went to my room quickly, grabbed my new clothes and towel before going across the hall to the washroom.

The whole time I kept thinking about how bad I really felt for Steve. The sad crushed look he had on his face after talking to his dad made me really emotional. I couldn't imagine having a strained relationship like that with my mom.

I finished up and changed into my shorts and light blue loose tank top and white runners once again.

I tossed my other clothes in the hamper on the way out of the bathroom and went back to the kitchen.

"Listen, it's like I told you yesterday, you've gotta find your Suzie, man," Dustin was whisper yelling.

"Dustin, will you just relax for a minute? Eventually I'll find my Suzie or whatever, but we've got a few more pressing issues to deal with, for example, how do we get in that room?" Steve whisper yelled back to my brother.

So Steve was still on the hunt for his own 'Suzie,' maybe Dustin was lending him his dumb pick up lines that, apparently, were failing. But...why did my stomach suddenly drop.

I walked around the corner and into the kitchen, "Yeah, you two can find a girlfriend for Steve tomorrow," I said, trying to hide the tiny trace of sadness I felt through a small joke. What I wasnt expecting was the deer in headlights looks from both of them and Steve's beet red face.

"Oh my gosh, I was joking," I told them with a small smile, "calm down. Steve's right anyways, we've gotta figure out a way into that room. So come on," I told them, taking a step backwards, "let's bust into a storage room and find out what the Russian spies are hiding!" I declared.

Dustin smiled and nodded, getting up from his chair, "Let's do it."

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Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

[mintseesaw]

Studio cuddle

Pairing: yoongi!idol producer x reader!idol producer Genre: FLUFF, idol!au Word count: 1.8k Summary: ⇀ Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

You were so tired and stressed. Your eyes stung from being in front of your computer screen for 2 days straight with only sleep and call of nature as your form of breaks. Now that you’ve finished editing the third draft of the song and ready to be critiqued by Pdogg, you could use a long nap to recharge your energy. Perhaps, a long and actual sleep in your own bed sounds so much better than a cup of coffee, which in other circumstances the latter would always win.

But a cuddle with Yoongi appeals to you more.

You may have seen him for a minute or two in the past few days, may have exchanged texts with him, and may have consulted to him about your in-progress tracks, but it was not enough to cover up the hole of your heart from craving his touch, his kisses, and his presence. It became a familiar thing to you—missing him.

You two are always busy with your own worlds as idols, even busier being producers. Both of you have different set of schedules which made you see him less. If not for the frequent (not so secret) rendezvous, quick make out in genius lab and sleepover in your studio, you bet you’d barely see him in a while. Of course, you love what you’re doing. After all, it didn’t go easy for you to become an idol.

Debuting has always been your dream. And being able to do what you love has never crossed your mind, not even in your wildest dreams. Now that you’re living with your dream as an idol, you always think you were robbed of the right to complain to the universe. Not even when you miss the love of your life. Is it really hard to wish for two things at a time? To do what you love and be with Yoongi all the time? Well, not if you and Yoongi are both idols. It’s impossible.

It was past 2 in the morning. You made your way to Pdogg’s studio knowing he’s still inside finalizing Jimin’s song before it goes to the top floor office for evaluation. You have to pass it now so he can start reviewing it tomorrow.

“Are you going home, now?” Pdogg-nim didnt even spare you a glance when you came in and greeted him. You understand because he really has so much to do. Unlike you, he’s been working on several other songs for two weeks straight, that was what you heard from Slow Rabbit. He was that busy.

“Uhm—yeah, but I’m going to drop by Genius Lab, first.” You replied and bid him goodbye.

You were excited to see your favorite producer. You longed to kiss him and wrap your arms around his body, feel his comforting warmth. As you neared Yoongi’s studio, you contemplated on ringing the doorbell or pressing the code of his door.

You immediately typed in:

To: Yoongi

I’m gonna let myself in, okay?

You were not even sure if he’ll see it. You didn’t want to call him. He would not want to be distracted by anyone. So you didn’t wait for his reply, letting yourself in so he wouldn't need to get up to open the door for you. The door made a click sound as you pressed its passcode.

Being here would distract him. You were being selfish, you know. But right now, you can just do anything to see him in flesh and to have some skinship with him. He may not give you all his attention and you were okay with that.

The familiar scent of his fabric mixed with his daily used perfumed entered your nostrils just as you opened his door. He didnt turn on your way as you close the door because he knew it was only you being the one person he had entrusted the passcode of Genius Lab. You were only able to have a glimpse of the back of his head, the swivel chair covered his body. It was cold in here, you noticed. Not too cold, but cold enough to make your goosebumps appear.

Going behind his chair, you crouched a bit to wrap your hands around his shoulders, greeting him with a soft, “Hi,”. You snuck in a kiss to his cheek from behind, then to the back of his ears. Your mouth stayed longer in his hair. You always love the smell of his shampoo. It smells like the spring flowers and a definite masculine scent combined. He hummed, not turning to your direction. Although he does not seem bothered by your presence. But you knew better.

“I’m sorry I came here.” Words muffled against his clothed shoulder. Your mouth proceeded to inaudibly show him how much you miss him. Peppering a kiss to the exposed skin where his neck and shoulders met before nuzzling his neck, pecking the skin a few times before pressing your nose against it. You heard him let out a sigh. You knew what that sigh means. He likes what you’re doing.

“Have you finished?” He murmured so softly, if not for your head pressed so close on his mouth, you wouldn't have caught what he said. He was referring to your song that you’ve been working on for 2 weeks now. The two days you’ve spent in your studio was dedicated to the polishing needed for the third draft of your track.

“Yeah.” You wished it would be the last revision before bang pd reviews it. A song, especially a title track, will only be reviewed by him after being approved by Big Hit’s producers which meant going through series of editing. His suggestions are the most crucial ones and he knows what he’s doing so one revision from the executive producer is not enough.

“Good.” You untangled yourself from his body, moving to his right so you can see him well. Half leaning on his desk, you called for his name. He was too focused, you were not even surprised. This is what you get for disturbing his work time.

“Hmm?” He took a quick glance to you and looked back on the screen.

“Can we cuddle?” You observed his face changed into confusion. He might not have heard you right. “What?” His attention suddenly shifted into you.

“I want to cuddle, please, can we?” He gave you a ‘are you serious’ look. Your determination leaving you alone with growing embarrassment. Coming here unannounced, distracting him while he’s working was not the first time. Although there was a time he got pissed off, not by you, but by himself because he was almost finished and he was the one who initiated a quckie instead of pushing you away. You didn’t even attest his patience. The moment you walked in and greeted him with an innocent kiss, he was already on his knees ready to beg for your consent. Your presence is that irresistible to him.

“Baby, you know I miss you too, but I’m working.” He pursed his lips, trying not to give in to your request. He turned his attention back to what he was doing to prove his point. You watched his hand traveled north up until the back of his neck, rubbing the skin right there. His mannerism, whenever his thinking or when he’s nervous.

“I know, just let me sit on your lap, please… just cuddle, I promise… nothing else.” You reassured him because you’re too tired to do anything other than hugging him. After all, you’re here in his studio to recharge your energy, and not do anything to physically exhaust you more. Although the thought excites you, now is not a good time to do it. Some other time, maybe.

“Your presence is enough distraction, baby.” He groaned. He rubbed his face out of frustration.

“Please?”

“Jagi–”

“Please… I’ll just sit on your lap. I won’t even talk if it will distract you more.”

His defiance running thin as you begged more. But he kept silent.

“I just want to hug you, that’s all. Please, Yoongi…” Your bottom lip protruding. Yoongi let out a low sound of frustration seeing your sulky expression. It was his weakness.

You smiled inwardly when you saw his defeated expression. He finally gave in.

“Fine.” He shot.

You smiled when he pushed his chair back to give you room. You climbed carefully on his lap, folding your knees so you can fit comfortably. His free hand pressed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. Your arms found their way on his lower back. Face flat against his chest, right where his heart is beating. Oh how you love the sound of his heartbeat. It gives you emotional tingles and makes your own heart flutter. It was comforting.

He planted a kiss on your head, his hand rubbing your back gently. You pull away slightly and tilted your chin to fish for a kiss. He didn't hesitate, closing the distance between your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him even closer. Sweet, short and full of longingness. You wanted more when he pulled away. He chuckled then planted few more kisses before turning his attention back to what he’s working on. You settled in resting your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling his neck. The smell of his perfume mixing his own natural scent enveloped your nostrils.

Home, you thought. Your exhaustion and the the need to go home and sleep in your own bed in your dorm slowly evaporating into the thin air as you found yourself in your own comfort place. Being home in the arms of of the man who has owned your heart since the first time you two met.

Your eyes remained closed, not minding the sound of continuous clicks of his wireless computer mouse and keyboard.

You couldn't see the progress of his work. But you could feel his lips on your skin every now and then, planting small kisses to your skin wherever his mouth can reach. And it only confirmed what you have been worrying before you got inside his studio—his attention being divided. Between you and his work.

You scooted ever so slightly against his torso as if there’s still space between your bodies. Fisting his shirt, you sighed contentedly just as his warmth sipped passed your body through your soul. No one has ever made you feel this way. That a simple skinship alone can make you feel like you’ve had rested well, like a medicine curing your stress away. His touch and kisses supplement your life like a water keeping a flower bloom during the spring. Just as how perfect you fit in his arms, you believe destiny has chosen him as your other half.

You were closed to drifting away, when a thought had struck you–

Later on, when the sun has lit up the world bright, you’re sure you’ll face his temper as he works with haste and, you in defeat, would let him lecture you until he simmers down. Few hours more, you’ll hear yourself asking for his new passcode because he would absolutely change it so that you cannot enter his cave unannounced, anymore.

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[mythiica]

Reader x Oliver Knight - To Charm a Woman

Title: To Charm a Woman

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Oliver Knight

Genre: tbh its crack and im trash, romance, slight angst (barely any), fluff

Warnings: Strong language

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1899 words

Other comments: didnt know what to write for him at first but then i thought of a friend who likes him and this was too perfect~ and holy crap this turned out a lot longer than i thought it would, especially for something that was meant to be a crack???

Blanc slides onto the couch next Oliver, smiling slyly. “Now, you tell me…”

          Oliver dog tags the page he is reading and closes the book slightly, giving Blanc his attention. “What do you want, Carrot Cakes?”

         “You’ve been eyeing (Y/n) lately. Do you like her?”

         He blinks for a moment and throws the book at Blanc before jumping off of the couch. Pointing a finger at the white-haired man, Oliver shoulds in response, “No! Why would you thin-”

         But Blanc leans forward, resting his chin on his palms. “No?”

         Oliver tries to hold his ground and musters all of his conviction. “N-”

         “So then, the locket you’ve been working on… is for someone else?”

         He stops in his tracks, caught completely off guard by the question. How did Blanc know about it? Oliver thought that he had been rather good at hiding the gift, but obviously Blanc had been snooping around his work station.

         “No, it’s for… her, but it’s meant to be a memory for her to take back! She’ll be leaving in a few days. Do you think she’ll forget about us?

         Blanc smiles again. “Of course not. Nonetheless, I believe you should tell her how you feel.”

         Oliver pouts and glares at Blanc. “Even if I did like her, I wouldn’t know how to tell her.” He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away. “You wouldn’t know how to help anyways. What do you know about courting women?”

         The white-haired man simply smiles slyly again. “What gives you that impression~?” Now, Oliver is ready to leave, but Blanc coaxes him back. “I could help you, Oliver. Otherwise, you’re hopeless.”

Step One: Make Her Notice You

Oliver sees you in the garden outside the house, crouching and picking out weeds from the flower beds. The sun has yet to dip over the horizon, but it’s nearly time for his curse to change him. Dusty rose light crowns your hair with a glowing halo, making Oliver pause in his steps to look at you. The evening breeze pulls on the edge of your skirt, so you pat it down to tame it.

         Before he has a chance to process what’s happening, he transforms. It catches him off guard, and once in his adult form, he slips on a towel. He tumbles to the ground, his lanky legs flying upwards. Oliver lands with a hollow thud, and manages to bump his head against the cabinet behind him.

         You heard the noise through the open window, and having been startled by it, you ran to investigate. Once inside, you find Oliver rubbing his head with one hand as the other holds onto the edge of the sink.

“What happened?” you demand as you reach out to help him.

         He swats your hand away. “I just fell. Leave me alone.”

         You click your tongue at him. “Don’t be like that. I’ll get some ice.”

         He tries to protest again, but you’re already preparing a small ice pack for him. Oliver scolds himself mentally, wishing he had been more graceful about it. This really wasn’t how Blanc suggested that he get your attention. Sitting down at the table, he massages the spot where he hit his head, praying that it wouldn’t swell up or bruise.

         “Hands away, let me help,” you say gently, sitting next to him.

         “I can hold an ice pack myself,” Oliver deadpans, trying to take it from you.

         “Ah yes, just like you can stand up straight without falling, right?”

         Oliver glares at you, but lowers his hands, allowing you to hold the ice pack to his forehead. He wears the scowl for a while, but it eventually fades when he catches you with furrowed brows. “What is it?”

         “Nothing,” you reply casually.

         “Tell me,” he half whines, half demands.

         “I think when you fell, some of your brain must have come out because you’re staring at me more that usual.”

         Oliver stands up abruptly, taking the ice from you, and storms off, leaving you to laugh alone.

Step Two: Give her compliments

“Wow, you actually don’t look like a piglet today,” Oliver comments as he sits down at the table to eat. He turns his attention to a book after making the comment. It’s just before sunrise, so he hasn’t had the chance to change back yet.

         You blink, processing the information before you react, grabbing a spoon and whacking him on the head. “Piglets are cute! How dare you insult me?”

         Oliver holds his head, rubbing the spot and yells back at you, “How do you find that an insult?! And why do you have to hit me there, I was previously injured!”

         “Maybe if I push the bruise back inside, you’ll find some better compliments.”

         “Maybe if you didn’t look like a wild animal, I’d have som,-”

         Your eyes narrow and you’re ready to lunge at him, but just as you’re about to attack, Oliver changes into his younger self.

         “Ha! You wouldn’t hit a child, would you?”

         In response, you flick the tip of his nose and leave the room with his book. “You think too highly of me, Oli!” you call behind your shoulder as you head into the other room.

Step Three: Ask for her opinion

“Which feather do you think matches the hat more?” Oliver asks, holding up two relatively similar-looking feathers. One simply has a bit more of a shine to it. In the light, the one on the left also seems to be a bit more blue.

         You tip your head to the side and raise an eyebrow. “They look… the same?”

         Oliver throws his hands up in annoyance. “Are you blind? This one has a reflective coat on it, but this one is completely matte. Furthermore, this one,” he shakes his left hand, “is a completely different shade than the other. Not to mention that it’s also much more voluminous.”

         You can’t help but laugh at how passionate he is about feathers.

         “I don’t know. You pick. You’re going to wear it anyways.”

         Oliver pouts slightly, wishing you had just given him an answer.

         You huff, stand up, and pad over to his work station, admiring all of the feathers sprawled out on the table. After a moment, you pick up a golden feather and hand it to Oliver.

         “This?!”

         “Yeah, it’s pretty.”

         “But it doesn’t even match. The hat is silver!”

         You shrug. “You asked for my opinion, short cakes. That’s what I got.”

Step Four: Try to make her a little bit jealous

“So, Blanc and I will be headed out to the market to look for some items. Don’t burn the house down while we’re gone,” Oliver informs you as he reaches for his hooded cape. “It shouldn’t take us longer than an hour, but we might stop by the Neutral zone for a few minutes as well.”

         “Alright, bring me back some desserts or something, I’m starving!”

         Oliver glares at your indifference, so he clears his throat and continues. “Actually, we might stay out late longer. A new bar opened up in town, and we were thinking of going to see how good it is.”

         “Don’t get too drunk, or you’ll be a ray of sunshine tomorrow,” you reply, still not looking up from your book.

         “I wonder if they’ll have women there-”

         This catches your attention, so you look at him. “Why? You want something to ogle at while you drink? I didn’t realize you were into that, Oli. Whatever floats your boat.”

         Blanc waves and opens the door. “Come now, Oliver, we best be off if we want to meet the pretty ladies at the bar!”

         “Oh hush, Cotton Tail!”

Step Five: Give her a gift

Oliver knocks on your door and waits for a response before coming inside. You’re sitting on the windowsill, looking outside at the stars. It’s a beautiful night, and you were admiring the sky. He lingers in the doorway for a moment before entering.

         “Aren’t you scared of falling out of the house?” he asks bluntly, sitting on the chair in the corner.

         You raise an eyebrow and stand up. As you close the window, you scold him. “You really know how to start a conversation, Oliver. What do you want at this time of night? I thought you were Blanc.”

         “Why would I be Blanc?”

         Nodding at the window, he sees the large, nearly full moon outside. “Oh…”

         “I assumed he would tell me about the plan for tomorrow night, but I guess he’ll wait until morning.”

         Oliver runs a hand through his hair and exhales slowly.

         “Hm?” you ask, look at him with large eyes. “Is something wrong?”

         “No. I just wanted to give you this before you left.” Oliver pulls out a small box from his jacket pocket and throws it at you. You catch it easily and pull on the ribbon keeping it closed. You’re expecting a prank – like a rock or a note saying you’re a piglet, but instead, you’re amazed to find a beautiful pendant in the shape of a heart winking at you. In the center, a gem similar to the ones on his jacket sparkled in the candle light.

         “So when you go back, you can at least remember this place.”

         You’re struggling to find words, and Oliver panics. “Do you not like it?” He stands up and walks towards you, only for you to run and leap into his arms, wrapping your own hands around his neck to hug him tightly.

         “Are you thick? I love it. It’s beautiful… you didn’t have to though.”

         Oliver tenses at your hug and doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “W-What do you mean ‘I didn’t have to’?”

         You smile innocently. “I’m not going back. Not tomorrow at least.”

         His jaw almost falls to the ground. “Then why did you say that about leaving?” Oliver demands. “And why aren’t you leaving?”

         “Blanc warned me about falling in love while I’m here. He said that if I did, then I wouldn’t be able to return to my home. Despite his, I ended up falling for someone.”

         Oliver deflates as he hears this. You loved someone?

         “I really think something happened to you when you fell and hit your head. Either than, or you’re absolutely oblivious to the really obvious fact that it’s you, Oliver.”

         “W-What?”

         Knowing that he wouldn’t understand words, you step on your tiptoes and cup his face before kissing him. Just like when you hugged him, he’s tense and doesn’t know how to respond to your affection, but after a moment, he places his hands on your waist and pulls you closer. He reciprocates the kiss, hoping that you’d understand his feelings as well from it.

         When you pull back, you smile happily and spin around, holding the necklace up. “Help me with it will you?”

         “Don’t you want to talk about this more?” Oliver blushes slightly, but clips the chain in place anyways.

         You spin back around and tap your lip with a finger. “Oh, right, you’re also really obvious. Did Blanc try to give you advice or something? Because the past few days, you’ve been acting really weird.”

         Oliver growls as his blush darkens. “No.”

         “You’re so cute when you’re angry! Like a grumpy shrimp!”

         “I’ll show you a grumpy shrimp-” he yells as he starts to chase you around the room.

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Close To You - Part 1[Eric/Devi]

Rated: M

Title and inspiration from Close To You by Maxi Priest

Summary: Devi and Eric’s story continues, but this time we see things from Eric’s eyes. It was her belief in him that sparked them finally coming together, but where did it really start for Eric? The life of a childhood sweetheart, conspiracies, and the fate of the city all hung over his head. He didn’t need to be wondering how to get close to the tiny amity with fire in her eyes and a mouth to match. He didn’t need to worry and wonder about how he could find a way to just be close to her.

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She had an attitude I can't explain

You never know if you’re in flame

Tying me up with elastic words

I'm on a countdown till I get hurt

Her blood was hot she burned so bright

A neon sign there in the night

It's hard to say if I went too far

My heart still bares the scar

I just want to be close to you

And do all the things you want me to

I just want to be close to you (I just want to be close to you, baby)

And show you the way I feel

[Close To You; Maxi Priest]

Part 1

“What’s wrong with her?” I ask for what feels like the hundredth time since I stepped foot into the shit hole that Dauntless calls a clinic.

Once again I watch the nurses flutter around the girl on the bed, clucking like hens and completely ignoring me.

I run a hand through my hair and restrain myself from punching something or someone in frustration but I can’t completely restrain my impatience at being ignored.

That’s not something I’m willing to stand for, initiate status or not.

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is wrong with her!” I move up to stand right in front of one of the nurses that have stepped away from the bed and loom over her.

She’s wearing blue scrubs, meaning she’s from Erudite and most likely the one person in this place that’s actually fully qualified to have the title I see on her little badge clipped to her uniform.

“Eric Coulter, right?” She eyes me like a hawk and I feel irritation coursing through me. For a second, I also wonder if she’s one of Jeanine’s plants in Dauntless. That’s dismissed when she gives a strained smile. “You look a bit like your brother. I work with him from time to time. He mentioned your coming here.”

I narrow my eyes, not returning her smile and look past her to the girl still laying on the bed, motioning with my hand in her direction. “What’s her status?”

Candice, the name indicated on her badge, bristles at being ignored but answers me through thinned lips. “I have to call someone in to evaluate her, but we are drawing blood for tests and monitoring her until then.”

I look back at her and hesitate, wondering why the hell I’m getting involved and why I didn’t just leave the Amity girl in her dorm bed for someone else to deal with.

“You said you work with, Dr. Coulter?” I asked with appraising eyes, watching her closely.

“I do.”

“Then you won’t mind working with him again now, will you?”

I have no real power here in Dauntless. Not yet anyway. If I was making this same order to someone wearing black, I’m sure I would be sent away with a sharp reprimand no matter how intimidating I know I can be.

But Candice is Erudite and I have power there. My name is known. If Candice is a plant of Jeanine’s she’ll do as I say but report it back to her. If she isn’t, she’ll still do as I say.

Because, as much as I might despise it and have wanted to leave all that shit behind, I rank higher than her in their hierarchy. No matter if I wear black now, to them, I will always have true ‘blue blood’ running through my veins.

As expected she gives me a curt nod before moving off hurriedly. The other nurse wearing black gives me a look before following, and then it’s just me and the girl on the bed.

My fists clench to the sides of my body as I scowl down at her.

I hate that she’s made me care enough to step in and use my name for something when I promised I would get leadership on my own, no matter how much Jeanine tried to throw her weight around.

I hate that I’m thinking about anything or anyone else besides what I came here to do and who I’m doing it for.

Jules.

The thought of her has tightness in my chest that’s growing tighter the longer I look at this stupid tiny girl laying in the bed.

She’s not Jules. There’s no doubt about that.

Jules is tall and graceful with a smile that can infect even the snootiest of Erudite.

Jules who prefers dresses and ridiculous hats. I never have been able to figure out how she gets them all, and most of them are so ridiculous in order to get a rise out of me.

Jules who has always been able to make me laugh even when I’m in the worst fucking mood and even my brother can’t stand to be around me.

Jules who can sweetly cut a person to pieces and still leave them wondering if she was complimenting them or telling them to fuck off.

Jules, the best person I have ever known and the one I really want to save.

When I look at the amity girl, that’s who I see.

Jules is who I should be with. I should be there helping her and holding her hand or trying to make her laugh, but I’m not and it pisses me off.

Because coming to Dauntless was more important than the girl I love.

“You better not die,” I mutter angrily while glaring at the girl on the bed.

The whispered angry words won’t reach the real target, who I’m really saying them to. But I realize with some surprise that I also do mean them for the girl laying on the bed in front of me.

I turn on my heel and rush out of the clinic as fast as I will allow myself to be seen rushing anywhere. I make it to the training room corridor where control bursts away from me and I sprint into the room looking for something, anything, to make the tightness in my chest go away.

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My brother is not who I expected to see standing behind the door of the office I was summoned to just before dinner but I can’t say the dread I had been feeling gets any better when I do see him.

If anything, it actually gets worse.

He’s standing at the end of a long conference table, hunched over papers and a tablet as I close the door quietly behind me. His presence makes me nervous as hell and I feel slightly sick to my stomach.

All I can think is something’s happened with Jules.

Elijah looks up at the sound of the door clicking shut and his eyes narrow as they take me in. I know he’s doing a snap evaluation, trying to determine a million things in the space of seconds so I won’t get upset about him fussing over me.

Even with all the recent strain on our relationship, Elijah remains the person I know I can count on most to truly care about me and how I’m doing. Even when I do my damndest to drive him and his affection away.

“Jules?” I ask, stepping forward and forgoing all greetings.

Elijah straightens and comes forward as well. I watch him carefully.

I never fuss over him the way he always did over me, like a parent rather than a brother, but I have always tried to watch out for him too. I see the tiredness etched into the way he holds himself and his face. Eyes so similar to mine that have never been able to mask his emotions from showing the way I do.

He smiles tiredly at me and motions with his hands as he speaks. “Jules is doing fine. She told me to tell you that you better be ‘kicking ass and taking names’.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “She also says hello and that we miss you.”

I sag a little in relief and nod while clearing my throat that has become thick with emotion. “Tell her I say, same and you bet your ass I am.” He gives me a smile and nod at my response and motions to a chair to sit. I do while throwing out my next question. “So, why am I here?”

“Well, given that you broke protocol and summoned me here, I thought you might want to know what’s going on with the girl, Devanna, I believe is her name,”

“Devi,” I correct him gruffly then frown at myself for caring enough to make the correction. Eli doesn’t say anything, just lifts an eyebrow and looks at his paper before correcting his notes.

“Devi.” He says with a nod.

“So what’s wrong with her? It’s been a day since I took her to the clinic, so it isn’t her just having a cold or something simple like that.”

The first day she had been smiling with enerving energy that just seemed to radiate from her. I almost thought she was going to explode from it there on the train. Even when she was panting and huffing from the climb and run to get on.

As the day wore on the smile faded and she withdrew. Some of the other initiates seemed to thrive on putting her down for anything and everything. Her old faction, her height, her accent...anything really.

Mostly this was other girls. The guys just dismissed or ignored her. Like I have been trying to do.

It was clear after the first night that something was going on with her but no one knew what. I wrote her off by the time we were going to sleep that first night. I just didn’t see her making it. Here we are at the end of the week and I don’t see that changing. I’m pretty sure that’s what my brother is going to tell me, that she’s done.

Once again, I’m cursing myself for not just letting it go and risking myself as I did. Especially now that I know it had been for nothing, because she’s gone anyways.

Then I remember why I ignored all logic and reason. I remember how I felt that night and what prompted me to take her. How small she was in my arms as I carried her through halls, trying not to race along them but feeling a sense of urgency I didn’t really understand.

She was moaning, almost deliriously, but not responding to anyone that was yelling at her to shut up in the dorm that night.

I laid there not saying anything to the others. though I wanted to so badly. To tell them all to leave her the hell alone. Then she went silent and I waited for something, some other sign from her that she was going to be okay.

The others around us were going to sleep, no problem, but I couldn’t. Her silence was deafening to me. I could have left her there and had tried to talk myself into doing just that. Until something made me go check on her and before I even got close I could feel the heat coming off her.

She was whispering something, so faint I could barely hear her until I crouched down beside her. Her eyes opened and they were glazed, she winced away from me and whimpered pitifully but she kept muttering. I leaned in even further and she reached out to grip my arm, and I could finally hear the broken pleading in Spanish.

“Por favor, no ... por favor ... Tuve que irme, abuela. Tuve que ... por favor no me odies.”

I don’t know what it was about her words. Her pleading for her grandmother to not hate her. To understand she had to leave. They weren’t some big revelation, I’m sure all of us felt that to some degree. Worried we are leaving someone behind that will be hurt or hate us for the choice.

It wasn’t so much the words themselves but the way she said them. How strong two of them were, how firm and how much fire was in them as she whispered them out over and over again.

Had to.

As if her life was in jeopardy if she didn’t go. If she didn’t follow her heart.

That was something Jules would do. She followed her heart and come hell or high water she would see it through. No matter the risk.

Did Devi know how much she was putting her life at risk just by choosing Dauntless? Did she even think about how she was nothing like a Dauntless should be in all the physical ways that matter?

But I was thinking like an Erudite with those questions. A Dauntless, a true Dauntless, wouldn’t care about any of that. They would just know there was no other choice. Just like Devi did.

Something inside me broke open for her right then and she wedged herself into a spot that I have hardened to all but two people in my life. Now I don’t know how to make that go away. Tightness starts to creep up on me again, my chest itches and I reach up to rub the spot but jerk my hand back down and look at Eli.

“Some of the others are saying she has the plague or something.”

Asinine.

I know better, and from his look at me, he knows I know better. His lips quirk in amusement and he shakes his head.

“We both know better than that. She is sick but it isn’t terminal…” He pauses and winces before his eyes filled with pain and he lets out a shaky breath then continues while I eye him and carefully mask my own pain “...but it won’t be pleasant for her in the least.”

I nod slowly. “So what is it?”

“Her body is expelling poison and it’s anything but painless.”

“Poison?” I almost shout the question and interrupt him.

Eli holds a hand up to me, a calming motion. “Peace Serum, Eric. You’re aware that Amity regularly imbibes in it, but it seems that her case is extreme. We are talking about a lifetime of daily exposure at high levels. Her body doesn’t know how to function without it anymore.”

I scowl in disbelief wondering how that’s possible and who in their right minds would purposely do this to themselves. But he said a lifetime, so does that mean even when she was really young?

I wave that away mentally and with my hand as well. “So what does that mean? She can’t continue can she?”

Eli shrugs and sighs before dropping his pen and leaning back in his chair casually.

“That will be up to her ultimately, but she’s already waved away the normal method of treatment. I can’t say I blame her. That would have meant removal from training for at least a week if not more depending on how extreme the treatment needed to be. Leadership has already said if that was the case then she was out with no other options available. I was near when the nurse gave her the options and she automatically turned the treatment down, already guessing that it meant she wouldn’t be continuing treatment. She’s staying and will let it purge from her system as naturally as possible.”

“So she’s going to go through initiation while going in withdrawal?” I mutter and look at the table while trying to deny how much that disturbs me especially knowing what I do about how withdrawal patients are treated.

There aren’t many cases where someone gets addicted to substances like I know there was pre-war and the drugs that were common are all but nonexistent for us now. But there are cases where someone gets addicted on the ones we do have and there are even cases where someone synthesizes a substance and then gets hooked on it themselves.

When this happens, the person is isolated and then their system is purged with a cleansing drug. Tests are run to determine how their body is handling the purge and if anything is still off then they are treated appropriately. It can take weeks if not months to treat some of the severe cases my brother has told me about and that’s just from a biological standpoint. Even after he gets done with them they still have much more to look forward to psychologically.

I don’t know if I can spend another night watching her suffer like she has been the last few nights. Now knowing what I do, it’s just bound to get worse and I can’t fucking handle that. “Why give her the choice at all? Why not just send her back to Amity!”

I look up at him when he makes a grunt and I realize that I spoke that out loud. My frustration is coming through loud and clear.

He leans forward with a frown of disapproval on his face. “You know very well they’re going to send her straight to the factionless, not back to Amity. I know you might not care for…”

“I don’t!” I’m breathing hard and rubbing my chest while looking around wildly. “I can’t!”

Elijah’s beside me suddenly and I didn’t even realize he moved until I feel his hands guiding me until my head is between my legs and he is coaching me through my breathing.

When I feel like I’ve gotten ahold of myself, I take the glass of water he hands me and avoid looking at him as I drink it.

I feel like a fucking kid again. Like when I used to have these same kinds of episodes after repressing feelings for so long until they boiled out and over. Elijah always tells me that trying to go through life so emotionally cut off isn’t healthy and I know he’s headed towards another lecture of that kind.

“Are you going to gloat now and say I told you so?” I ask him sourly when I look at him again.

“Have I ever done that?” I can hear the hurt in his tone but don’t respond. If I do I’m just going to end up saying something else hurtful.

I always do.

For being a so-called fucking genius, according to my old faction, I’m useless when it comes to anything resembling social graces. I learned early on that honesty is not the best policy for me. Silence is.

“Eric,” He says softly and leans forward, his arms on his knees and head bowed, “It’s okay to care about people. To open yourself to caring for someone.”

I sneer at him as I scoff, unable to remain silent, hard as I might have tried. “Sure it is. ‘Cause that’s worked out so well for me in the past, hasn’t it, brother?”

He looks up and I see the pain radiating in his eyes. I know my anger and words are opening up a wound we’re still trying to heal between us. That’s kinda hard to do when I’ve refused to talk any more about it.

“I can’t apologize for the way we both feel, Eric and I won’t. You two love each deeply other and that’s never going to change. What you two have is still there and it will always be there. It’s also different then what she and I have, and that has always been the case too, but it doesn’t make what you two share any less powerful.”

I nod and look away, gripping the glass tightly between my hands as my jaw clenches together. “But that wasn’t enough for me to stay, was it? I love her so much I left her when she needed me most. It just proves what I’ve always thought.”

I shrug and look back at him, knowing his next question but also needing him to ask it. Needing to expel it from me just like the little amity is doing right now with her own poison. He’s right I need to talk about this shit. I haven’t been able to until now.

I need to get this all out of my system so I can go back to not feeling at all. Then maybe I can get rid of this new sensation for a girl that has no chance of sticking around.

“What’s that?” Eli prods me softly.

“That I’m not capable of loving anyone but myself. I don’t care who it hurts in the end, as long as I get what I want.”

Elijah rolls his chair closer to me, his blue eyes that are normally filled with warmth are burning with intensity.

“I want to listen to me and listen well. You are not our parents and you have never even come close to them. You could never allow yourself to be like them.”

I listen but I can’t believe the words. I’ve never been able to believe the words. No matter how many times my brother has tried to reassure me of this over the years since our parents all but abandoned us.

His features soften and he smiles at me. “Yeah, you have the habit of pushing all your feelings aside and acting like they don’t exist, but you can never get rid of them. Which is why things like earlier happen. Because, it’s never been that you don’t and can’t care or love, Eric. It’s that when you do, it’s all or nothing for you. Bone deep love is what Jules has always called it. You left, not because you don’t love Jules but because you know that nothing will ever take that love away from you. Not even being in another faction. You said those same words to me when you came to me that night and gave us your blessing. It was something I already knew, but it was also something you had to realize for yourself and one day you’re going to find someone that you love just as deeply but in the it’s meant to be.”

I jerk my head in a semblance of a nod, not bothering to reply how I’m feeling.

I’ve forgiven Eli for taking Jules from me, well, mostly forgiven him anyway. What he says is true, I did come to see that how I love her and how Eli does, they aren’t the same. It’s just that in my mind that doesn’t really matter.

It still hurt and that wasn’t something I cared to open myself to again. I loved her but it hadn’t been enough. End of story.

He pulls back and I breathe a little easier when I realize he’s dropping the subject. Eli leans back in his chair and clears his throat.

“How’s training going?”

“Fairly good, although there was a surprise when it came to finding out how many fears we all have.”

Eli frowns at me. “Did your amount change?”

I shake my head with a scowl and look off. “No, it’s still nine. Which should have been the lowest fucking number among the group.”

“I take it someone is lower?.”

“Yeah. Four of them. The asshole even changed his name to the number of his fears.” My scowl gets deeper when I think of the scrawny Abnegation that’s causing me more uncertainty than he should be. “He’s a concern. I’ve heard some leaders and trainers saying they’re impressed by him. Rankings haven’t been posted since training just got in full swing, but I think we’re neck and neck for first. I’m pretty sure I got him beat in physical, and I don’t foresee fights being a problem, but the scoring percentage for the other stages is a serious concern with his number of fears.”

Eli taps his chin thoughtfully. “That’s an extremely low number. What faction is he from?”

I know where my brother’s train of thought has gone and I can’t say I didn’t immediately think the same when I found out Tobias Eaton’s number of fears. In fact, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to it and what I can do to remove the threat it poses to me.

“Abnegation,” I remark dryly and see him wince.

“It’s the Eaton kid?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.” Eli curses with a grimace then looks at me worriedly. “I know what you’re thinking, Eric, but don’t do anything you’re going to have to live with the rest of your life. You know what they will do to him.”

I shoot up out of my chair and pace around the room. “It’s not like I have a choice here, Elijah. You know what’s expected of me. At some point, I’m going to be expected to have results for them.”

“That’s what they expect. But when have you ever done what those pricks in our faction expect of you?” Eli demands from me fiercely.

“You know why I even bothered to give their offer a second chance. Jules needs this, Elijah. This is how I save her. What does it matter if I turn over some fucking stiff that means nothing to me? Especially if it gets them off my back and me first?”

“Is that really how you want to get your position here? By taking out someone that might be stronger than you?”

I grit my teeth as out the cursed denial, and glare icily at him, giving him exactly the reaction he wants even though I know exactly what the hell he’s doing by throwing that out there.

I call it manipulation and he would say he’s being my own Jiminy fucking Cricket

“How do you think this is making Jules feel, knowing what they want in exchange for her life? Jules knows you as well as I do and I know in your mind you’re already justifying it, telling yourself that any exchange for her would be worth it but how far do you go down that road, Eric?”

The tightness starts again and I let out a growl, spinning away from him and towards a wall. I feel like punching someone and Eli is the only one in sight. “Don’t bring her name into this like some kind of weapon against me.”

I want to punch walls but know we’re already shouting and that will draw attention we can’t afford. We are risking so much already. I stop in the middle of carrying out my need to hit something in anger and just lean my hands against the wall and hang my head.

“I don’t have a lot of options here,” I whisper tiredly.

“No, not a lot, but you do have a few. Eric, we know they’re afraid of you taking the power they covet so much. There was a reason for this and maybe what we need to do is to show them why they were right in fearing you.”

I slowly turn towards him, my mind working double time as my eyes narrow. He waits patiently as I process this, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’ll need help. Contacts that I know we can trust or that we can get leverage on to make sure they stay in line.”

“I’ve already started working on that. Jules too.”

I want to protest that, not wanting her involved but I know it would be pointless. They made me promise there would be no secrets and that I had to let them help in any way they could if I made this deal.

I gave a stiff nod and then looked at my watch. “I need to get going if I am going to get some dinner before lights out.”

He gives me a strained smile and nods but I see the hesitation. His internal debate and wondering if I will reject his show of affection or not. I step forward and put out a hand which he takes and grips tightly, his hand around my forearm while mine is around his. This is the form of a hug he came up with when I stopped wanting them years ago.

He smiles at me while we still hold firmly. Eli promises to make it for visiting day and that he should have contacts for me soon. We also share words of parting, mostly jokes that have been thrown around between the three of us of what I planned to do once I finally made it to Dauntless. They aren’t as carefree as they once were before our recent falling out, but it does hint that we can get there again given time.

When I go to leave he calls my name one last time and stands there looking serious and worried. “About the girl,”

“What about her?” I ask with a frown.

“I know it goes against what I was saying earlier about opening up and all,” He runs a hand through his hair with one hand and shoves the other in his pocket with the other. “But you need to stay away from her, for now.”

I let all expression fall away from my face and tilt my head. “Not that I see it being a problem for me at all, especially considering she isn’t going to last the week, but why? Does Jeanine know I called you in?”

He shakes his head while I can tell he is warring with wanting to admonish me about my callousness and wanting me to heed his warning for whatever reason. “No. Candice isn’t in Jeanine’s circle and wouldn’t want to be anyways. Something about a friend of hers that went missing or something. So Jeanine doesn’t know I was called in from her, but that doesn’t mean she might not find out from some other source. This girl, she might not actually mean anything to you, but Jeanine is crazy enough to grasp for anything that she can use to sink her claws in you even deeper.”

I feel bile rising up my throat at that but maintain my dead tone and a blank expression. “Like I said, it won’t be an issue.”

He responds with a resigned nod and I’m out of the door quickly after that making for the mess hall. Most of the other initiates had already grabbed food and headed for the dorm which was a relief since I didn’t want to have to deal with them. I ate quickly even though I wasn’t in a rush to get back to the dorm myself. Something about the activity around me and watching everyone go about their lives helped calm me.

Gave me the headspace to think and plan.

Elijah was right about handing the stiff over, it wasn’t something I wanted to do. I didn’t want to win my place here that way just like I didn’t want to have a bit of influence from Jeanine on the leaders to sway them either. In fact, I bluntly told her that was one of the conditions of my acceptance to work with her.

I also know without a shadow of a doubt that if turning number boy over saved Jules, even by way of securing my position, then I would do it and not even blink. If I had to carry that stain on me for the rest of my life I would for her.

The decisions, resolutions really, make me feel lighter. It eases some of the anxiousness I was feeling that I have a solid plan and course of action.

I even find myself talking to a few of the members at the table of the mess hall. I pick at the slice of cake one of the guys shoved at me and listen to them all bullshit with each other, but mostly I just observe things.

I see the stiff slipping from the mess hall, pulling in on himself to try and go unseen like he’s done from the first.

I watch the leaders as they look down at their noses from up on the balcony. Talking among themselves and hardly ever interacting with anyone else. But they’re watching, always watching, to make sure their bidding is being done even if it will lead the faction straight into war.

Max seems to be the one that I’ll have to be the most careful about. I can feel his eyes on zeroed in on me, watching and judging me. Even here when I’m eating dinner like everyone else.

I shift my focus and try to casually look to see if my suspicions are right when I see something out of the corner of my eye.

A small figure hunched over her plate at an empty table far in the back and cast in shadows it’s so out of the way. The tightness in my chest starts to creep back in and I jerk my eyes away, remembering my conversation with my brother.

I know I shouldn’t feel anything but seeing her is a relief. ‘Cause at least I know she’s alright.

So I’ll keep away, but I already know I won’t be able to stop myself from watching.

[philosophicalparadox]

Fanfic masterpost

I can’t add links to Tumblr anymore, but I can still direct your attentions, can’t I? 

For those of you who care (because DAMN my follower count has shot up recently; Thank you!) You can find me on Fanfiction . net under the name Kaze no Akatsuki. I do not post my fanfics on Wattpad (nor anything else for that matter) anymore because frankly, I don’t like the community. I am ALL for constructive critisism, will beg for it even, but even I only have so much patience for people who never have anything nice to say. I also, sadly, don’t post on AO3 though there’s not really a reason for that, I just have never visited the site, so I don’t know what to gauge of it yet. 

That said, here are the titles and summaries of some of my fanfictions if you ever want to check them out. I can’t post them directly here, due to Tumblr rules about word count, (my chapters are always no less than 4k words) as well as the fact that I don’t remotely trust their algorithm not to flag me. But I can redirect!

Note: I will NOT be posting the names/summaries of works that have been discontinued, are on hiatus, or are under revision. The only ones to appear here are completed or in-progress works. 

In the BLUE EXORCIST fandom: 

1. Captivity, an aimless kind of fanfic that just blows where the wind is taking it. I normally have some idea in mind, but this one is just sort of writing itself, if that makes sense. It focuses on Lucifer, Homare, and Beelzebub so far.

Summary:  An intelligence gathering experience forces Lucifer out of his comfort zone, in more ways than one. The threat of unholy war hangs in the air, but that isn't going to stop him from indulging in more...mortal, curiosities. A fic examining the relationship between Lucifer and his siblings, as well as, pressingly, his lieutenant. LuciferXHomare...mostly.

2. Unbecoming: A longer fic, in progress, which is my first ever attempt at dipping into the horror genre. And it is horror. I’m talking gore, lore, and more. If ever you wanted to get a good look at my (dark) interpretation of Mephisto’s demon side, this is the fic for you. Cannibalism included. 

Summary:  What happens when you put a big mind in a small box? A tiger in a cage with lambs? A demon in a room full of exwires? Lucifer wants to find out. Boredom is a demons constant companion, but even Mephisto can only take so much. How long before the demon loses it? A game of wills, wits, and psychological pressure has begun. In the game of chess, only one king can win. Checkmate. 

In the BLACK BUTLER fandom: 

1. Almost Human: The only oneshot I have ever wrote, and also the only T-rated fic I have, though I debated on that rating for a while. An introspective look, I guess, at Ciel (our Ciel) being haunted, literally, by his past. 

Summary:  When Ciel is plagued by visions of the late Vincent Phantomhive, he gets the feeling that his phantasmal father wants to tell him something. Unbeknownst to him, that 'thing' just so happens to have the potential to unravel the complex relationship he has with his demon butler - as well as reveal the darkest sides of himself.

In the HELLSING ULTIMATE fandom: 

1. Telepathic Heart: is THE longest fanfiction I have ever written, and it is complete (for now) with a sequel in the works. Note that it is AluSeras, though AluTegra is mentioned.

Summary:  Breathing some fresh life into an overused plot. Integra is mortal; there's nothing Alucard can do about it. (Not without risking the sanctity of the relationship he has with her anyway) And Mortals die. But sometimes, their ghosts just won't leave- and maybe turn up in some unexpected places. Mostly AluSeras, slight Alu-tegra, and Angst, because Alucard's a widow many times over.

And now, for the fics belonging to fandoms that are not a part of my blog, just in case you are interested in them:

In the SERAPH OF THE END Fandom:

1. Clip My Wings: I don’t actually know about the fate of this one, but I hope to continue with it. 

Summary:  Two friends, torn apart by time, space and species, now take refuge together with the outliers of the Moon Demon Company. It would seem all is saved, but Mika is not human, and he knows it - even if everyone else tries to forget. In the wake of their time spent together, will Yuu and the crew adopt a new attitude towards vampires? And what are the consequences of this? Anime-verse.

In the YU YU HAKUSHO fandom (which I highly recommend to my Blue Exorcist followers; if you know it, you will doubtlessly recognize the hints that are in Captivity): 

1. Words as Weapons: I haven’t updated this fic in so long, though it is still going. I merely have to get around to finishing the next chapter, which is easier said than done. Gosh I wish I didn’t always pick the most complicated character dynamics sometimes. 

Summary:  In which an unprecedented side effect of Yusuke's transformation threatens to either change his world entirely or leave it in a state of total devastation- though as long as Kurama and Hiei are there to pick up the pieces, each is equally as likely to happen. A slightly dark take on Yusuke's demon transformation, with a dash of Yaoi to add some contrast. YusukexKuramaxHiei.

I apologize now if this seems in any way promotional -- it’s not, I swear it! I just wanted my followers to know what to look for and where to find them. (pfft, like you can’t just see my profile, though I don’t think that’s an option open to guests. Hence why I’m putting it here!)

Look around, or don’t, up to you! And THANK YOU to every one who has reblogged, liked  or followed me of late. I appreciate it. ;p