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ryukatters · 2 years ago

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swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room.

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least.

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at.

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment.

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.”

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?”

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good.

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly.

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message.

You free tonight?

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone.

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck.

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down.

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon.

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long.

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest.

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you.

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament.

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly.

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill. It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape.

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum.

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does.

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly.

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh.

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again.

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?”

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly.

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.”

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer.

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him.

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan.

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is.

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right.

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him.

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked.

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.”

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist.

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place.

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity.

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain.

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm.

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody.

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust.

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin.

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.”

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you.

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier.

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up.

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water.

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other.

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought.

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though.

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces.

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.”

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep.

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard.

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

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omuricebreakfast · 1 year ago

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IT'S TIME.

Guh,, i've been errrrmmmm procrastinating on posting >>;7 Maybe I should put up a mini schedule or something.. BUT, I HAVE DOODLES TO SHOW!!!!!!!! (finally) While I continue to procrastinate on finalizing the Dating Sim AU designs for Kinito and friends I've been emmm making more au's! One of which has completely taken over my brain!!! So, have my Casino au KinitoPET designs! (Shoutout to @vam-piritz for helping me with Kinito's colors bc gosh darn I be struggling w them ms paint colors dawg,, Kinito got such a blinding pink it's hard not to make it clash w red..) AND since nobody asked, I'll share a bit of info on this au!! (Just be aware this au is purely self indulgent and funnily enough doesn't revolve around any of the main cast being ai's? they just kinda? exist now?) Sam was a well known Seahorse racer that managed to get himself into a bit of a pickle, you see, he got forced to work at Kinito's Casino because his other racer "friends" ended up gambling all of his money away. Now he has to pay off a massive amount of debt in order to get out of this predicament, and to ensure that he DOES end up paying he needs to drop his racing career and put it on hold so he can work for Kinito. Jade and Kinito are fairly good friends and business partners. She owns a seafood Restaurant that is conjoined with the Casino in order for the two of them to be close to each other. She's a very smart and strong lady that keeps an eye on Sam (And Kinito pfft) to ensure he stays and does what he's supposed to be doing. She also has a neat little interest in sciency stuff! And Last but not least... Kinito! The Casino owner himself. As stated previously he's very good friends with Jade, always had an interest in people and money. He's a fairly friendly guy that just wants to let people enjoy their time at his Casino (although the pic i decided to color in doesn't really show that lol). Just be warned, he does have some fairly strict but simple rules... Go into debt and can't pay back? Work for him. Easy as that. He may be friendly, but he won't be your friend. He can be into some... Really shady business at times... (Also The Casino is haunted! some stuff was joked about in a friend group and now it's canon LMAO)

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murkycran · 1 year ago

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Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List! ^_^ This will include romantic, platonic, and/or queerplatonic Radiostatic fics (and admittedly probably a couple of Radiosilence fics, too).

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Radio Healed the Video Star by Aspiring_Forest_Witch

Summary: Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.

Notes: 98% of this fic was written before season 1 was released, so keep that in mind, because there's obviously going to be inconsistencies with canon. It's nearly finished (at least according to the author's notes in the latest chapters, I think). I suggest pacing yourself with this one - it's nearly 700k words long. I ruined a good sleep schedule staying up to get through it. (So worth it though.) There are quite a few OCs in later chapters, but they're such good OCs. You fall in love with them just as much as the canon characters, I swear. I would die for Verity and the Trio.

Let's Misbehave by joosymango

Summary: Alastor wins a bet against Vox, now his rival must stop pestering him for two weeks. It should be a pleasant break! So why does he miss the idiot?

Notes: Vaguely inspired by Aspiring_Forest_Witch's Radio Healed the Video Star. Also largely written before season 1 release. First fic I read for the HH fandom. ^_^

Safe with Me Series by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Having only ever set his sights on men who treat women with odious disrespect, Alastor never thought he'd take interest in Vox's turbulent relationship with his fiancé and business partner, Valentino. He decides to lend a helping hand in the hopes of getting Vox out of his sticky situation. After all, what are childhood enemies for?

Unfortunately, neither Alastor nor Vox could've predicted the rollercoaster of unsaid emotions and future horrors that are thrown their way. Will they be able to rely on each other and get by unscathed? Or will destiny have other plans for these two?

[HUMAN AU] [There's art included for the human designs]

Notes: It's so, so good. ;-; Heed the tags. There's a prequel consisting of oneshots, plus a sequel (listed below, bc I can't not put it here)! And there's ART! So much art!

You, My Everything by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Some say that love can conquer all, even in Hell.

Vox begged to differ, and he was damn well sure Alastor did too – or at least he would be, if Alastor hadn’t become one big question mark.

Sequel to Safe with Me.

Notes: Only read if you've read Safe With Me!!! Still pretty early in the story but so good. ;-; The angst, I swear...

You're on the Air by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: A series of short, daily conversations between a radio host and his avid listener, as the two learn more about each other’s lives over the air. Set in the late 90s/early 2000s.

Notes: Same author as Safe with Me, but not set in the same universe! This one is set up in a literal radio show format; almost entirely dialogue-centric.

Of Candied Pine and Cherried Smoke by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Inspired by x_Arcticfox_x’s fanfiction: Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola

After overdosing on them one too many times to curb the steadily weakening suppressants, Vox's body rejects them outright. Now with his scent getting stronger, he finds himself struggling to hide his true status as an Omega. In his desperation, he seeks help from the one person that knows his secret: Alastor.

Notes: Omegaverse. Same author as Safe with Me series and You're on the Air!

Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola by x_Arcticfox_x

Summary: Vox is an omega, that's his biggest secret.

During his life time he hid this fact using suppressants, and counited to in death. One day he runs out of pills and his supplier is out of stock for the time being so Vox is forced to submit to the torture of going through heat for the first time in decades.

Too bad his business partner only see's omega's as mere object's...

But hey, at least Angel found him just in time, right?

Notes: Omegaverse. Currently on hold, but has 14 chapters currently available for reading. :)

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor decides that it's time to claim what is rightfully his, consequences be damned.

Notes: It's not porn but it might as well have been for how fucking intense this scene was. 😳

Dripping Pink by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Just before an Overlord meeting, Alastor gets infected by an off-market, highly potent, and incredibly dangerous love potion. Nobody realises until it's too late.

Notes: Simultaneously funny as fuck and erotic as all hell. I suffered from so much secondhand embarrassment on Vox's behalf. It's wonderful. :D

Lucidity's Fog by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Ever since he met Alastor, Vox has been having raunchy dreams about the deer. Those dreams suddenly stop when Alastor disappears. For seven years, he's free of the guilt, of the shame brought on by his unconscious desire.

Until Alastor comes back, and Vox is plagued by a new dream the same day he finds out about the news. This time, however, something is distinctively different about how the deer is acting.

Notes: Author tagged for light angst, but ngl the ending did not feel like 'light' angst to me lol. Hurt in a good way.

Finger Tips and Dotted Lips by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor has sensitive hands; he finds this out at the most inconvenient time possible. Unfortunately, Vox is the one who ends up paying the price for it.

Having to help a seemingly broken Overlord whilst navigating this new discovery proves to be a little more taxing than the Radio Demon could ever have imagined.

Notes: Alastor is such a troll in this omg.

Thawing Out by Seaside_Dreaming

Summary: Seeing a small crack in Vox's screen nags at Alastor more than he likes to admit.

Vox wishes things were better. Sooner or later, Alastor has to come to terms with the fact he has feelings, in general.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. HIGHLY suggest reading the prequel one-shot. It's not necessary to understand the plot here, but you should read it anyway.

Static by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox creates a new and improved version of himself to please Val, only to be replaced by it. He is left beaten and broken with no one to turn to . . . except maybe his oldest enemy, Alastor.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Hating you feels so good by TwoBitJester

Summary: Vox obsesses over his returned enemy and finds himself a little too wound up

Notes: Very good PWP.

Laced Over Dinner by hazbinhearts

Summary: Vox is persuaded to dress a little differently over dinner for Alastor, but finds it remarkably uncomfortable as the night goes on. Written for VoxWeek21 Day 3: dressing up [appearance, formal, dance].

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Corsets. 😳

Observer by DeviousPossum

Summary: He moved the cursor to click off, when he suddenly heard a very recognizable static laced tone.

Alastor.

What the fuck. Alastor is singing.

Vox unintentionally ran claw marks across his desk, an increasingly common habit for him as of late. He grimaced at his now ruined table and unsuccessfully tried to reel in an inexplicable feeling that could only be described as jealousy.

Notes: Porn with a tiny bit of plot in the first chapter. :3

RadioTV Week 2021 Series by Heliosolar

Summary: Pretty much the title; various prompts.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. All worth reading, though they aren't connected.

Sharkblocking by Anonymous

Summary: Alastor is Vox’s number one rival. Incidentally, though nobody involved is aware of it, Alastor’s number one rival is actually Vox’s pet shark.

In which Alastor is actually a little obsessed back and Vark is the biggest obstacle to Radiostatic short of canon itself.

Notes: VARK!

Control + V by TooManyPsuedonyms

Summary: Vox and Alastor have a... thing. Not quite a relationship, but something. Vox is too scared to define it properly, and Alastor is dead set that Vox will eventually get bored of his lack of reciprocity and move on.

So, Valentino tries to show Vox what he is missing.

... too bad Vox didn't want him like that. ... too bad Alastor didn't know want is a vague word.

Notes: Heed the tags!!! There's currently a sequel; I haven't read it yet, but I definitely plan to. 👀

gift of the magi by vol_ctrl

Summary: "... Although husband and wife are now left with gifts that neither one can use, they realize how far they are willing to go to show their love for each other, and how priceless their love really is ..."

Alastor/Vox established relationship fluff.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Very sweet. ^_^

the lost tape by vol_ctrl

Summary: There's a NEW ambitious media demon in Pentagram City. You never get a second chance to make a first impression, right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

12 Days of Yuletide by vol_ctrl

Summary: A parody of the 12 Days of Christmas traditional tune, as can only be done by Vox gifting to his beloved adversary.

Or, a series of letters from the desk of Alastor upon receiving a series of increasingly elaborate gifts from his insufferably modern foil during the holiday season.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Fear makes the heart grow fonder by Graysongirl

Summary: After a bit of inspiration from an unlikely source Vox comes up with the plan that scaring Alastor is the best route to gaining his affections. The haunted house at LuLu World seems like the perfect (safe) environment for a bit of pre-planned scaring...

[Stand-alone staticradio]

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Funny af. "Red! Red!" XD

Cordyceps, King of Ants by spappest

Summary: Vox is tired. Of Valentino. Of Velvette. Of Alastor, and Hell, and everything in between. He can't escape, but he can cut himself off, piece by piece, until he feels nothing at all. Alastor takes exception to this approach and commissions a certain princess of Hell to fix his foe. Now Vox has a hotel of misfits on one side of him, overlords on the other, and Alastor crushing his cage ever smaller.

Clearly, the only way Vox will get any peace and quiet is to just kill God.

Valentino did always tell him that he had no chill.

Notes: Started before season 1 was released. Technically features Staticmoth but it's not the focus as much as Radiostatic (which honestly has a relationship status of ??? not romantic but also not friendship or even strictly enemies...just...Alastor and Vox). O_O I think about this fic on a daily basis.

Russian Roulette by spappest

Summary: Vox and Alastor play a game that Vox is way too excited to lose.

Notes: Started before season 1 release. Take note!!! I'm putting this on the Radiostatic list because it's almost entirely centered on Alastor and Vox's dynamic, but the romantic relationship is Staticmoth. The Staticmoth is just not featured very much.

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Afterlife by spappest

Summary: Alastor goes into rut.

Vox has a bad time. Then a good time. Then a very bad time. Then a brief vacation. Then a confusing time.

Notes: Background Staticmoth, but Radiostatic is most prominent. Funny af. Alastor and Vox have...a very special relationship. Lol.

Killer Ex by FanGirl48

Summary: Alastor was a serial killer who valued his privacy. So when someone who claims to know what he is tries to barge into his life he can't let them live, his secret must be protected at all cost.

A normally easy task easy task becomes complicated when Alastor's ex-boyfriend is dragged into the whole thing forcing the serial killer to go visit them for the first time in seven years.

Notes: Human AU. Love me some possessive Alastor. <3

Negotiations by FanGirl48

Summary: Vox had no interest in attending a meeting between Heaven and Hell following the failed attack by the Adam and his Exterminators. Alastor's little gremlin caused the mess, so he can go clean it up. Vox had nothing wanted nothing to do with the radio demon, king of hell or heaven.

But that was before Lucifer made the media overlord aware of Valentino's little job offer to his daughter.

Damnit Valentino!

Notes: "And they were roommates!" "Oh my god they were roommates"

Down, Up, and Back Down by CowboyEnthusiast

Summary: Vox dies. Surprisingly no one takes this well.

Or, Vox dies and Alastor tries to drag his soul back from Purgatory.

Notes: Another fic I think about daily... Heavy themes. Heed the tags.

Hold Me Like a Grudge by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor has spent a long time running from Vox. Vox has chased after him almost as long. When suppressants fail throughout the city, they finally collide.

Notes: Omegaverse. Fun fact about this author: all their Radiostatic fic titles are from Fall Out Boy lyrics lol. (I fucking love FOB sue me.) I haven't yet read all of Rachello344's Radiostatic fics, BUT I have them all on my To Read list because I've loved everything I've read of theirs so far lol.

What Makes You So Special? by Rachello344

Summary: With Lucifer’s return to the Pride Ring, the other Deadly Sins were bound to take notice. When Asmodeus stops by the Pride Ring to visit the Morningstars, the Vees are able to make a deal to host a pop-up shop of the incredibly popular Lust Ring establishment, Ozzie’s, bringing it to the Pride Ring for the first time.

When Vox and Alastor both attend the restaurant’s opening night, long repressed sparks fly, forever changing their relationship.

Notes: Because of the pacing of this (sex first romance later), I feel like this is the Radiostatic equivalent of Femalefonzie's Freak-A-Zoid (a really good Staticmoth fic). This is hands down one of the most romantic Radiostatic fics I've read. ^_^

Hold Me Tight (or Don't) by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor and Vox finally come to an understanding, both of each other and of what they each mean to the other. Their relationship evolves accordingly, one concession at a time, until they both get everything they could possibly want: power, companionship, and even love.

Notes: So, so good.

Keep You Like an Oath by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor normally wouldn’t bother with the chore—breaking into V Tower was quite a lot of work, even for him—but he found himself curious about what Vox and his little friends might be working on. Especially since whatever it was had Angel concerned enough to report back to the rest of the hotel about it.

Of course, before he can learn anything, he’ll need to sneak past Vox’s watchful eye…

Notes: God it's just...so good. Read it. Radiostatic reconciliation. One thing I love about Rachello344 writing Radiostatic is Alastor's terms of endearment for Vox. ^_^

To Be Yours by pinegreenapples

Summary: Alastor hears something he hasn't heard in years. He decides to investigate why now, of all times, this frequency has turned back on. Vox is not amused.

Notes: Hurt no comfort. Hurts so good, though. ;-;

oleanders in june by spoondrifts

Summary: It seems like while Alastor was off preying on the self-destructive addictions of desperate sinners, Vox was off getting himself beaten half to death, probably from spouting belligerent nonsense at someone with violent tendencies and a far lower threshold for disrespect than Alastor. Not everyone finds poor Vox’s chatter as charming as he does.

If Vox is unconscious, then Vox is not being entertaining, and Alastor came here to have fun, not play nursemaid.

Or: Drunk on power and itching to cause some mayhem, Alastor hunts down the only person in the city who's always up for anything. Unfortunately, he finds Vox... not exactly in tip-top shape. No matter; he can work with that too.

Notes: ^_^ Very sweet.

equilibrium by curtailed

Summary: Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.

Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.

Notes: This fic has me in a CHOKEHOLD. I love the characterizations so, so much. Manages to fit in humor alongside the angst. One of the best fight scenes I've ever seen put into words. Curtailed really took Vox and Alastor as characters and planned out a cool fucking fight scene using their unique abilities. I automatically love anything tagged with "one fell first but the other fell harder" lol.

candlelight by curtailed

Summary: Despite the #SirRepentious success, Heaven remains skeptical of a sinner's ability to change. Logic gets lost somewhere, and really, what's a better way to show sinners can be marginally less horrible than to stick two Overlords who hate each other in the same living space?

Alastor and Vox play house.

Notes: The comedy of Alastor and Vox being forced to be civil with each other and then unintentionally becoming very domestic together. Lol

wallow by curtailed

Summary: A 2+1 fic. Two times when Alastor and Vox were in a love triangle (hard quote on love, hard quote on triangle), and the one time Alastor had Vox to himself.

Notes: Only 1 (very good) chapter so far, but safe to say pretty heavy already. Heed the tags.

Addicted by Dancingdog

Summary: After the latest argument with Valentino, Vox finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel. An injured Alastor is less-than-pleased to see him, which is understandable considering they are enemies.

But as more and more of Valentino's venom leaves his system, Vox begins to remember his days before V-Tower and he learns exactly why Alastor rejected his offer all those decades ago.

His memories return in fits and spurts - not all of them good. His past with Alastor isn't something he expected and it turns out that he isn't the only one suffering.

Notes: Dude. This fic hurt me. Such good angst.

Radio Made the Video Star Series by songofhell

Summary: Snippets of Vox and Alastor's afterlife, and their journey from strangers to friends to enemies to... something more.

Notes: Pretty much what the series summary says - a series of installments that chronicle the beginning and subsequent evolution of Alastor and Vox's relationship. Very good, has tons of possessive!Alastor, which I die for.

Uneasy by Saezs

Summary: “Something’s wrong with Voxy.”

Velvette’s eyes snapped to the tall moth pimp. “And?” she prompted with a raised eyebrow. As if she needed to deal with two piss babies this close to a show. Valentino shrugged, tapping away on his phone, and walked away to stand threateningly close to her new models. Before she could snap at him, she saw it; his wings were twitching. Barely noticeable to strangers, just under the hum of the building’s lights, he was squeaking with each tap of his fingers. She felt unease and a healthy dose of aggravation swirl in her stomach.

Or: Vox was roofied and sexually assaulted. Velvette tries to be better than her mother. Unexpected connections are formed.

Notes: Heed the tags! Features genderfluid Vox. :)

Five Times Vox and Alastor Danced and One Time They Didn't by Drowsy_Salamander

Summary: “I say, good fellow, what are you doing on the ground like that?”

The voice was perky, cheerful, and bright. It had a crisp mid-Atlantic accent, the kind Vox remembered being all the rage for stage and film performers back when he first entered the broadcast industry. The diction was crystal clear with every sound enunciated separately to maximise clarity, the consonants clicked and the vowels were broad. It was a performer’s voice.

A voice for radio.

Oh shit.

... Five times Vox and Alastor danced and one time Vox and Alastor didn't.

From their first meeting through their friendship, to their enmity and fighting. From infatuation to yearning to animosity. Dancing is a partnership, is it not?

Notes: Each chapter so far has been a different type of dance, which is really neat. Especially chapter 2. ^_^ That said, there's a feeling of impending doom, knowing what happens to their relationship eventually... Not saying that as a deterrent but just a comment on how I felt while reading it lol. It's very sweet, which is why it hurts to think of future chapters. 🙃

Days Long Past by Momo52

Summary: All sinners of hell bore some physical marks of how they lived and died. Some physical manifestations were more obvious while others were subtle. Vox was not an exception to this rule.

While his television head was an obvious indication of his life while on Earth, the mark he bore from his death was far more subdued. Luckily enough, his shame was easily concealed behind a high collar. Unfortunately, he is just as well known in his afterlife as he was in his life. As such, trying to make everyone believe that he is so much stronger than what his death implies is a constant battle. He only wished that he wasn’t the hardest one to convince.

Notes: I think platonic Radiostatic is the endgame here. Still pretty early in the story, but I'm really liking this author's depiction of Vox and Alastor's pasts. Heed the tags. There are heavy subjects such as suicide (very big theme for Vox's pov) and period-typical racism (in Alastor's past) present in the story.

Remote Access by x-UsoTsuki-x (its_not_reael)

Summary: In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get fucked and relax.

or, alternatively...

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from a porn site and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

Notes: Fairly certain this is firmly Radiosilence based on the tags (and the direction of the story so far). Very funny, very hot. Vox is pathetic in this one. Lol

Nun-thing Like You've Ever Seen Series by A_Cypress_Coffin

Summary: Alastor, the feared radio demon with more blood on his hands than most of hell combined, wasn't always as we imagine him. There was a time where instead of a dapper suit and smile he donned a simple vow and habit. That didn't last of course, but the journey is quite something.

Notes: This author has a great sense of humor, lmao. I enjoyed the unique headcanons for Alastor's backstory. The tag that hooked me: "Accidentally becoming a better person through bad domming and found family".

Empathia by The_Oblivious_Swallow

Summary: Creating new technology is boring, sex is physically unappealing, the other Vee’s are so annoying, annoying, annoying! Even Vark, his baby, his pride and joy, doesn’t stir the same joy in his heart like he should.

So, Vox had concluded that it had to go. For his sake.

Notes: Contains Staticmoth, but Radiostatic seems like the endgame (I write this as there is one chapter still left). Really interesting idea. I love Vox.exe so much. ;-;

Every Madman Has His Vice by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Was it not enough to kill me all those years ago? Now, you had to go for the people I loved and the only things I had left in this fucking Hellhole?”

“It was my fault,” Alastor whispers as he approaches Vox slowly, as if he was some sort of wounded animal he didn’t want to scare off. His prey. “Vox, I’m sorry. If I had a chance to redo that night, I would never have hurt you to this extent. I’ll never harm you again.”

“That’s seven years too fucking late, Alastor.”

OR: Seven years ago, instead of Alastor disappearing, it was Vox who left instead.

Notes: I’m so fucking here for this AU. Possessive Alastor, Vox helping with the hotel, Husk is still an Overlord, yessss

Metathesiophobia (Fear of Change) by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: There's a lot that can change in seven years.

But never once had Alastor expected for something like this from his old rival and older friend.

Or, Alastor and Vox start to rekindle their old friendship again after a shocking discovery strikes the deer demon.

Notes: QPR Radiostatic with MtF Vox! Contains a smidge of Staticmoth, but it's in the background and not the focus. Very well written.

surimi and venison by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: A series of short drabbles (500+ words) in an interconnected universe (peep the tags, they're still in hell), centering around Alastor and his new pet fish... shark... television thing. Will (hopefully) update 1-2 times a week. Written as my attempt at a Mermay series.

Notes: Like the summary says, Mermay prompts featuring SharkHybrid!Vox, along with Alastor, who literally saw Vox and decided to make him his pet. Lol.

an arm and a leg, my dear, les yeux d'la tête by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “I mean, usually when Val gets mad he gets like, super pissy too an’ starts destroyin’ shit ‘round the set and in his clubs, but like, usually Vox can calm him down. Problem is, where the Hell is that guy? I haven’t seen ‘im round the Tower for like, a month or two now. That ain’t normal.”

“What, so you mean he just up and left?”

“No, but like… he hasn’t been seen ‘in public’ for like, two months now. It’s startin’ to get suspicious. Like, I ‘unno if I’m just paranoid or something, but… Vox is like, the fuckin’ face of Hell’s Entertainment District. When he’s not round for a bit, that’s nothing to worry about on its own… but when he’s not round for a bit an’ Val and Velvette are creeping around, looking for his rival…? I mean… the dots are connecting. If Al did something…”

“If Vox was dead, we would know.” OR: Two months ago, Vox went missing. Right now, it seems as if Alastor has something to hide.

Notes: Vox gets attic-wifed and wears a virgin killer sweater. ^_^

we'll go down together in the ashes of our love by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: Glimpses into the Radio Demon's life as he reluctantly navigates parenthood with his co-parenting partner and the demon princess hoisted onto him by the King and Queen of Hell.

Loosely inspired by Spy X Family.

Notes: CUTE! I love domestic Radiostatic.

What Has Been by Tianren

Summary: Vox has never known peace. From being the son of a egocentric cult leader, to being the boyfriend of a self absorbed abuser. Vox has managed to build a pretty sad life for himself. The only spot of sunshine that had ever blessed his existence was when he met an amateur true crime investigative journalist, with a podcast named, Alastor. The man was his only source of unfiltered news and contact to the world outside his father’s compound. But after Vox finally escaped the cult he waited for Alastor. Waited weeks in their assigned meeting spot just to be forgotten. Vox was convinced he’d stopped waiting for Alastor years ago until he meets the man again seven years later at a hotel. What will reconnecting with his past lead to and will it help him escape the hell he’s built for himself?

Takes place in the late 2000s early 2010s

Trigger warning for religious trauma and abuse as major themes of this story. Will add more warnings if they arise as I go on.

Notes: Really interesting human AU concept!

(Fic rec list to be continued)

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A Personal Update

I usually only post these newsletters on substack and patreon, but because you've likely noticed I have not been active on tumblr in... well... months, really, I thought I was share it here as well.

I am going through a deeply personal shift in almost every aspect of my life, and since it has not only impacted me but my readers, my tumblr and my newsletter, I thought I would take this week to reframe for myself everything that has happened.

This year has been the second worst of my life so far (and to be frank, if it doesn’t get better, will probably end up as worst). My father was in and out of the hospital for 6 months straight with cancer treatments and near-death experiences, my previous job’s productivity standards became entirely unethical starting in Jan/Feb, and my boss slowly starting to gaslight and abuse me over it for months…

It became clear, through my neglect of my own life, my hobbies, my blog, this newsletter, and my writing itself, that I needed to change. It hit me about a month ago that I hadn’t written anything since about March. No brainstorming, no word vomit “outlines”, and I hadn’t even read anything. My reading challenge for the year is empty. I have not finished a single book since January.

The only other time I went this long without writing was, you guessed it, the worst year of my life. In 2021, I did not write from January through November, and then I exploded in writing. That’s when I finally wrote and finished a first complete draft of AVOF’s sequel.

This time, it fortunately didn’t take me 11 months to realize what was happening. About a month ago, I hit rock bottom. With my father being a full month out from any life-threatening incidences—he’s finally turning around and improving now��the effects of being in a constant state of fight or flight for 6 months combined with my job’s new 100% productivity standard just demolished me.

So, I applied for a different job. I restarted therapy with a new therapist. I put in a short notice, meaning I am now blacklisted from ever working for that company again. I’m taking a $13k pay cut, but this job offers significantly more time off, less rigorous hours, I design my own schedule, and allows me to be much closer to my parents, who are still adjusting to my dad’s new post-cancer normal. (I’ve also managed to score a much larger apartment!)

There is something poetic about this shift all happening literally a month before I begin releasing AVOF. In all the stories I have written, this is the one I always end up coming back to. When I am down, when I am alone, it is Danny and Lara and Helio that remind me I’m not.

It is this, actually, that made me realize I was in a state of burnout. Every night for five years, I have thought about Danny and Lara and Helio. I imagine scenes already written or AUs or probably-canon-but-will-never-exist scenes as I drift off to sleep.

I had not been able to do this for 6 weeks. I was so burnt out, and frankly depressed, that even my most beloved characters were lost to me. This was the final straw, the trigger that made me realize this was not something I was going to be able to move past; that I needed to get out.

In a way, they have saved me again. I thought Danny and Lara had already saved me, back in 2020-2021 which were such difficult years for me. The story has been written, completed, for years, and I thought its impact on me was over. I thought it was out of me, finished, and had become something to be shared with others.

I see now that stories can continue saving you even long after you’ve written them; even when you are no longer the same writer anymore. Funnily enough this epiphany is not dissimilar to what Danny experiences in book 2, though that’s still a long ways out from being shared with you all.

It is quite fitting that, as I realize this, as I feel closer to Danny than I have in a really long time, is when I will begin preparing his story for release.

Something something... fate... something something lol

If you’re still reading, thanks for sticking with me. I know this was a more personal post, but hopefully it didn’t bore you too much.

There is only one more substack before AVOF starts releasing on Patreon!! Check them out if you're interested!!

PATREON

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~MJ

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peachiejeongin · 8 months ago

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The Phantoms Part 6: The Other Side of Hollywood | Bang Chan

Synopsis: The phantoms make an unbeknownst deal with a ghostly magician; however, they have completely forgotten about y/n and the school dance. Not to mention, the deal is not all it turned out to be...

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Does not really occur in this chapter] (Minsung as well if you squint)

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Mentions of death, loss of a parent

Notice: Hello, loves! I cannot believe we are already at part 6 of this series! I'm not going to lie, I did not mean to post this chapter so early, but I accidentally hit post now instead of schedule :,) As always, I own no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor do I believe Han is gay in real life since he represents Alex in the original show. I hope you all enjoy the story!

"I don't know about this," Changbin confessed to his bandmates.

The three phantoms were peering over the railing of the Hollywood Ghost Club, an elite establishment Minho had guided them to following their conversation about Hyunjin. The floor was littered with elegance; every guest in the building was adorned from head to toe in formal wear, from designer dresses to pure gold jewelry. Everyone was alive with energy, chattering the night away.

Chan, Changbin, and Han felt like outsiders.

"Well, if you get scared, you can always hide behind me," Han offered, his shaky tone contrasting his confident words. "I'll be hiding behind Chan."

"Mates, you need to face the music," Chan complained. "We need to get back at Hyunjin, and we can't do that if we're scared. Okay? He needs to pay for what he did to us."

"Yeah," Han agreed before leaning in to whisper something in Changbin's ear. "I'm still hiding behind him." Chan shook his head in annoyance; about that time, Minho apparated next to the ghosts.

"All clear!" he told them enthusiastically.

"Cool! Hey, just so you know, we only have about an hour," Han informed Minho. "We're playing this gig with y/n at her high school."

"Yeah, no worries," Minho dismissively stated. "Anyways, let's roll!" He ran down the stairs with the phantoms following hesitantly behind.

"Normally, I'd have my skateboard and I'd do some sort of trick down the stair rail, but tonight we have company!" Minho exclaimed, nodding towards the boys. "Hope you guys are ready!" The excited male slid down the stair railing, cheering as he did so.

"Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?" Han asked in pure disbelief; in the center of the illustrious ballroom stood a magnificent stage, decked out with neon lights and exhuberant decor.

"I think we're a bit overdressed," Chan sarcastically commented, as Changbin and Han stood wide eyed. The three strutted down the staircase with faux confidence, making their way to stand by where Minho had halted. At that moment, a couple walked arm-in-arm through Changbin and Han, startling the former.

"Woah! I thought these guys were all going to be ghosts!"

"Well, these are all lifers!" Minho explained.

"Oh, yeah! Which is a term for-"

"Living people. I was listening!" Changbin finished Han's sentence holding up an oppositional finger.

"This is an incredibly exclusive crowd," Minho described. "Everyone here has paid a little extra to snag a sneak peek at the afterlife!"

"I always knew rich people did weird stuff like this," Changbin commented, shaking his head. A waiter approached the boys, stating how their table was ready and leading them to it. The table in question was front and center in the ballroom, adorned with a white table cloth and sparkling wine glasses.

"Okay, so who's going to make us visible so we can visit our old friend?" Chan questioned, glancing at all of the elegant party-goers around them as Minho motioned for them to take a seat.

"Oh no!" Minho immediately corrected. "None of the lifers have the power to do that."

As Minho finished speaking, the lights dimmed and low music began blaring in the background.

"Oh, but here comes the ghost who does!"

An announcer introduced the said ghost as Seungmin Kim, who was, "back from the dead by popular demand." As if on cue, the aforementioned spirit warped onto the stage, hovering slightly above it. He was dressed in a purple and black velvet suit with a matching cape and bow tie.

"Did you miss me?" he asked the crowd, who them erupted into celebration at his arrival; meanwhile, the phantoms looked on at him in awe. "I did too!" the spirit continued. "Welcome, my friends, to the party of your dreams! Everyone at some point has wondered where we go when the final light burns out. Well...allow me to answer your questions." Seungmin ended his monologue and began to sing instead.

"Let me introduce myself, we got some time to kill Consider me the pearly gates to your new favorite thrills We could go make history or you could rest in peace But here there ain't no misery 'Cause on the other side we live like kings!"

The phantoms initially viewed the performance with concern. Seungmin was floating over to them, as if he was singing directly to them; however, as he began to float away and perform a plethora of special illusions, the bandmates' gazes quickly shifted from fear to fascination. Minho, meanwhile, was tapping his foot to the beat and nodding his head back and forth.

"Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Let your body loose, let your body loose Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Show you a thing or two 'Cause you ain't seen nothing!"

The phantoms quickly found themselves allured by the later parts of Seungmin's performance, captivated by both his energy and magic. As he began the chorus, a live ensemble teleported behind him, consisting of an orchestra and multiple female dancers; this took the 3RACHA boys back, causing their mouths to agape in astoundment as Minho cheered loudly. The same waiter who had led the three to their table had appeared behind Seungmin, removing his cape ever so slightly as if Seungmin were a delicate snowflake.

"Life is good on the other side of Hollywood Life is good on the other side of Hollywood So welcome to the brotherhood Where you won't be misunderstood Life is good on the other side of Hollywood!"

Seungmin pranced down the stage steps, once again approaching the table where the phantoms resided.

"Everything has got a price but happiness is free Just so happens, you're in luck, we've got a vacancy We can set the night on fire and break out of the scene Your soul print on the walk of fame on the boulevard of your wildest dreams!"

The boys were captivated by every aspect of the performance, from the prominent choreography to Seungmin's alluring manner. Their favorite part was when Seungmin took the table cloth and swirled it in his hand upwards; as he pulled it off, the once vacant spot revealed a lady dancing, dressed head to toe in pink, sequins, and feathers. She captivated Changbin's attention instantly, causing him to focus on her rather than the performance at hand.

Within a flash, Seungmin had teleported back on stage, performing another rendition of the chorus and regaining the phantoms' attention. The floor was alight with activity, and the boys were loving every second of it.

"The rain don't blind the rising souls They got too much to see I got your glamour, got your gold Got all you'll ever need Let me hear you now!"

Seungmin called to the crowd, who then sung a copy of the bridge he had priorly belted. The guys were fully immersed in the performance now, the energy of the show infectious. They danced with abandon, vibed to the rhythm, and clapped along with every beat of the melody, completely lost in the music. Changbin had went to stand up, encapsulated by an acrobat who had appeared on a hanging ceiling fixture above performing a plethora of flexible tricks; Chan quickly grabbed his friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him back down to sit, a smile plastered wide on his face as he whispered about how cool the ordeal was.

Seungmin began yet another version of the chorus, this one more prominent and filled with hearty vocals; he was standing directly in front of the ghosts once more, their wowed gazes fixated entirely upon him and anticipating his every move.

"Ain't it the best? Long live the dead!"

Seungmin yelled out as two of the dancers held up a cover to him, quickly dropping it as they waved goodbye; the minute they released the cloth, Seungmin had disappeared into thin air. The entire performance was incredible, and the boys stood up to give standing ovations; Chan had to pull Changbin up to stand from his astounded stature.

"I knew I recognized him!" Changbin exclaimed, his eyes doe and his words loud from exhileration. "He was that magician that died doing a magic trick?" His voice lowered as his eyes darted between the three boys.

"Yeah, maybe don't mention that when you meet him," Han advised.

"Okay, but you guys need to come back for movie night!" Minho interjected. "I mean, for 'Titanic,' he literally floods the entire place! The guy has skill!"

"Okay, but does the skill extend to snapping his fingers and making ghosts visible to lifers?" Chan questioned, becoming impatient.

"Patience, Chan," Minho waved him down. "I told you: the guy has skills!"

"So where did he go?" Changbin asked, turning around and immediately jumping backwards.

Seungmin had appeared behind the group of four, a smug smirk plastered upon his face.

"Hello, boys. Seungmin Kim! Welcome to the Hollywood Ghost Club!" Seungmin introduced. "Enjoying the show?"

"Mate, that was," Chan could not even finish his sentence from how amazed he was; he waved his arms towards the stages, muttering a ton of, 'hows.'

"I know, I know," Seungmin proudly assured.

"Uh, this is Han, Changbin, and Chan," Minho gestured to each respective bandmate has he introduced them.

"It's really nice to meet you!" Han stated enthusiastically.

"'Sup?" Changbin greeted, holding up a peace sign.

"The pleasure is mine," Seungmin responded, his smile having a fondness to it now. "There is nothing like sharing the afterlife magic with new friends."

Seungmin motioned for the four to sit down as he pulled up his own chair; Han thanked him for the invite, to which he dismissively waved a hand.

"Now, my friends," Seungmin began. "Minho here tells me you have a bit of magic of your own."

Han's eyes widened, and he cleared his throat anxiously.

"I mean, uh," he started, misinterpreting Seungmin's meaning entirely. "I wouldn't really call it magic! I mean, we just met and uh-"

"Oh no, dude!" Minho interjected. "He means your ghost magic. Like, when you can be seen while performing with y/n."

"Oh!" Han nervously gasped. "Yeah, of course that's what you meant! Hah, duh! My bad!" Han nervously waved his hands around, to which Seungmin nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, but like, we obviously can't wave our arms and do all this magic stuff," Chan retorted.

"Well, I've had some practice of course," Seungmin replied. "Our abilities are incredibly magical, boys. It's not every day I come across other spirits who possess such talent. It's no coincidence that our paths have crossed."

"I mean yeah, definitely," Chan agreed.

"If you'll excuse me, fellas," Seungmin stood up from the table, adjusting his velvety blazer, "I have to go pay the bills, if you know what I mean. I'll be back later to chat." He gave Han and Chan brief pats on the back before walking away.

"I love that dude!" Changbin exclaimed. "I hope this party never ends!"

---

"Are you guys ready for y/n and the Phantoms?!" Flynn yelled out to the crowd, causing them to cheer for the aforementioned music group. "Great! Keep the energy, 'cus that's later! We're a little behind schedule, but just chillax and enjoy some killer beats!" Flynn adjusted her DJ board slightly before walking backstage to approach you.

"Y/n and the Phantoms?" you questioned your best friend, holding the hologram projector in your right hand.

"Yep!" Flynn confirmed. "I had free time in algebra and came up with it. You better like it too, because it's already registered on all of the socials, I made a FaceBook page, and-"

"I love it," you cut Flynn off, grasping her shoulder gently. "I would just love it more if the actual phantoms were here."

Flynn nodded before her eyes darted behind you; they widened quickly, and she motioned to the area she had just been gazing at before walking off swiftly. You turned around to see what she was talking with, coming face to face with...

"Felix!" you yelped, feeling heat immediately rush to your cheeks. "Look, Flynn, it's Fe-" you turned around to talk to your no-longer-present friend, halting in your speech when you noticed her absence.

"Thanks for the introduction," Felix cheekily commented.

"You uh," you stumbled. "You made it!"

"Are you kidding?" Felix asked rhetorically. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. Your song has been stuck in my head for weeks, and I have been dying to hear you perform again!"

You felt your heartrate quicken at his words, smiling fondly and staring at your doodled shoes. You could not believe the boy you had been crushing on for years was actually beginning to notice you; however, a feeling of guilt twinged in your gut. Sure, Felix was an amazing person and you had liked him for ages, but your mind could not stop focusing on Chan. The time the two of you had spent together, and continued to spend together, was causing your feelings to grow into something deeper than the crush you had admitted to Flynn.

You were downright falling in love with a ghost, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

As such, your gut filled with immense regret in this moment with Felix; however, Chan was not here yet, so you figured it would be okay just to catch up with an old guy friend.

"I'll see you during the show," Felix broke your train of thought, nodding to you genuinely as he started off of the stage. You waved goodbye, mentally facepalming yourself at the interaction.

You checked your phone, the time reading 9:15PM.

The guys were late.

---

"They made 8 more Star Wars movies, and they killed off Han Solo?" Chan and Changbin were engaged in deep conversation with a duo of lifers about the franchise, which had taken a dark turn on Changbin's part. "What kind of future is this?!" he yelled before running off; Chan attempted to catch him, but was unsuccessful.

"Look, we've known for about a week or so now, but we couldn't bring ourselves to tell him," Chan remarked to the couple. "Just please don't mention Jar Jar. That would send him spiraling."

Chan glanced over to Han and Minho, who were delved into their own conversation; he had caught the tail end of a discussion about the lifers being sworn to secrecy, in which Minho had told Han there was a lot to love here, undoubtedly referring to him.

"Awe," Chan approached Han. "You have a crush on Minho!"

"What? No," Han immediately denied. "It's not like that. I mean-"

"Mate," Chan grasped Han's forearm slightly. "It's okay. I promise." Han nodded his head in relief as Changbin approached; someone had gone against Chan's wishes and had told the poor boy about Jar Jar Binks, causing him to freak out.

Before either Han or Chan could respond, Seungmin approached.

"So, my friends," he clasped his hands together. "I understand there's something I can help you with, yes?"

"We hope so!" Changbin confirmed. "There's an old bandmate of ours who stole our music, so we want to set things right."

"We wanna make him look us in the eye and admit what he did to us," Chan added on.

"So, if you had the power to make us visible, we would really appreciate it," Han ended, fidgeting his hands together. Seungmin chuckled slightly.

"I can absolutely do that," he agreed, causing the boys' expressions to light up with glee. "But! We're at a party? Why focus on the wrongs when the party is just so right? The three of you are obviously extremely talented musicians, so I doubt that your dream is to settle a score. No, you're all like me; you're born to be stars! To perform in front of sold-out arenas. Please, sit." Seungmin snapped his fingers, and the boys did as they were demanded of.

"What if I were to tell you that with a wave of my hand," Seungmin accompanied his phrase with a waving gesture, Changbin's eyes focusing on it as it moved, "you could share the stage with me and join my club band?" Seungmin smiled as he gave the offer, but Chan laughed sarcastically.

"Sorry, man," he apologized. "We already have a band."

"Of course," Seungmin acknowledged Chan's statement. "However, when you guys are done singing, you disappear. No connections, no applause, no recognition. Here, you stay visible for eternity, and the audience acknowledges the talent you display!"

Seungmin's retaliation caused Chan to rethink his prior statements; he furrowed his eyebrows as he pondered the suggestion.

"Well, I guess it would be cool to play here," Chan shrugged towards Han and Changbin.

"Oh, it's not just here!" Seungmin corrected. "We party like this all over the world! Tonight is Hollywood, but tomorrow night could be New York City or Paris!"

"Oh la la," Changbin entrancedly responded, earning a wink from the spirit.

"It is all of your dreams coming true for forever," Seungmin added on, his eyes bright; in contrast, the phantoms appeared worried, especially Chan.

Despite Seungmin's words, Chan could not stop thinking about one problem:

You would not be able to perform with them, and he could not bear that.

Of course, Changbin and Han's mindsets ran along the same pathway, but Chan's was different; he really liked you, and just the thought losing out on the time the two of you had grown so accustomed to crushed him.

"I'm gonna give you some time to think about it," Seungmin stated, noticing their concern. "Oh, but in the meantime..." Seungmin snapped his fingers, and a couple of ghostly dancers appeared out of nowhere, instantly taking hold of Chan and Changbin and leading them to the dance floor.

"Enjoy yourselves, would you? Loosen up a bit!" Seungmin yelled after the boys being dragged away. He turned his attention to Han. "And as for you, my friend: Minho had to run a couple of errands for me, but I have just the same treatment for you," Seungmin assured as he motioned a couple of male performers to dance with Han.

All of the boys quickly got lost within the clock, the time passing by without a thought or care.

---

"I can only stall for so long!" Flynn whisper-yelled to you, peering behind the curtain. "It's 11:00 already! At this point, you should just play by yourself! Ghost band or no ghost band, you'll be great!"

"You saw me the other day!" you instantly retaliated. "I cannot play without them. They'll be here, I know it!" Flynn rolled her eyes slightly as she walked back on stage. You heard footsteps approaching from behind you as you fiddled with the projector.

"Issues?" Felix's deep voice questioned as he took a seat behind you.

"Always," you replied, chuckling coldly at the situation. "Stupid thing won't work." Upon your words, Felix took the machine, analyzing it thoroughly and attempting to find the problem.

"You don't have to!" you exclaimed, trying to grab the projector from his hands. Felix, however, set the projector down and pulled on the cord, slowly but surely pulling it out of your grasp.

"I think this may be the problem," he said slowly, stifling a giggle and plugging the projector into the nearby outlet, instantly powering it on. You should have been joyed, he thought; however, you hung your head in despair.

"That is unless you didn't want it plugged in," he sighed, reaching out a hand in order to help you off of the ground. "Don't let the crowd freak you out. The last time you played, it was insane! You got this!" Felix grasped your shoulders lightly, shaking you slightly. You nodded in response, your gaze shyly shifting to the ground; Felix gave you a genuine beam in response.

"I knew you had it in you," he told you while walking away; your gaze widened as he took the microphone, introducing you to the crowd who roared with cheer as you meekly walked on stage.

"Hi!" you waved shyly before clearing your throat. "So, here's the thing. Even though we got the machine fixed, thanks to Felix...I can't seem to link up with guys. Wi-Fi, right?" You tried to crack a joke, but you were met with pure silence.

"I'm sorry, but I have to cancel the show," you depressingly uttered, causing the entire student body to groan and shout questions. Felix looked at you with disappointment clear in his stare, and you shrugged at him.

"Well, only one way to save this dance!" Carrie yelled as she walked on stage. "Who wants to listen to Dirty Candy?" She attempted to play a song on Flynn's dashboard; however, Flynn quickly unplugged the machine.

"Woah! Crazy! How did that happen?" she asked sarcastically, as Carrie's tongue annoyedly poked at her cheek.

"Two can play at this game," she responded. "Party at my mansion!" she exclaimed, causing the entire student body to scramble out of the gym in delight. She walked to the edge of the stage, holding out a hand for Felix to take; he did so hesitantly as they were the last two to walk out.

Flynn wrapped a caring arm around your shoulders, leading you offstage as you felt a burning sensatin in your eyes; you leaned your head on her shoulder, allowing the tears to flow as a sense of betrayal overtook you

---

"Twelve?" Chan screamed as he glanced at the clock. He and Changbin were still dancing with the girls Seungmin had brought to them, he in hesitance and Changbin in delight. "How did that happen?" He pushed his dancer away, attempting to grab Changbin from his.

"Not right now man!" Changbin yelled as Chan tried to grab his attention; eventually Chan resorted to just picking up Changbin and dragging him away.

"We were supposed to be at y/n's school at 9:00!" Chan yelled, motioning to the clock.

"Oh man!" Changbin exasperated, clearly worried. "Do you think we can still make it? Where's Han?"

"Up here!" Han yelled; he had somehow made his way up on one of the acrobat fixtures and was hanging from it. "This place is some sort of time warp, I'm telling you." Han poofed down to the floor as the three of them rushed to the exit; Seungmin immediately made his way in front of them.

"Friends! What's the rush?" he held his hands out, questioning the boys.

"You know the girl that can see us? We sort of accidentally bailed on her. There was this dance at her school, she has a super cool DJ friend, and-"

"Changbin, he doesn't have an eternity to hear the story," Han interrupted.

"Basically, we're late for a gig," Chan summarized Changbin's rambling.

"What about my offer?" Seungmin inquiered, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"It's such a great offer, Mr. Kim, but like I said, we already have-"

"Your own band. I understand," Seungmin assured; the boys could not put their fingers on it, but his voice seemed laced with faux sympathy. Nevertheless, they tried to leave once more but were stopped by the magician once again.

"Now, boys, if you'd ever like to return and fix the problem with your friend, the club is always welcome to you!" He held out his hand for the guys to shake; as he gave them all hearty handshakes, they felt a burning sensation on their palms. They looked down and saw a purple, Hollywood Ghost Club stamp imprinted upon their forarms.

"Just a little club stamp!" Seungmin explained, noting their concern. "Until next time." Seungmin finally stepped out of the way, allowing the boys to leave at long last...

---

You sat in the middle of the gym floor, popping balloons all by yourself in order to deconstruct the gym; Flynn had left to grab you both ice cream from the cafeteria.

"Y/n, we are ready to rock this dance!" Changbin yelled as the three guys burst through the gym doors; they halted noticing the empty vicinity. "Which is clearly. Over." Chan worriedly looked around the gym for you, his eyes darting in every direction until Han caught his attention, gesturing him towards where you were sitting.

You were angry, there was no denying that; your eyebrows were mushed together, and an enraged pout adorned your face.

"Look," Chan began, approaching you with a soft tone of voice. "We are so. So sorry that we bailed." His eyes contained regret and sympathy within them, and you could have swore you heard his voice waiver slightly as he spoke.

"The night really got away from us," Han added, this same empathetic tone of voice in his demeanor.

"Just, please tell me this had nothing to do with you getting back at Carrie's dad?" you commanded in the form of the question; instantaneously, the boys scrunched up, stuttering over their words and guilt splayed across their faces as they attempted to deny the accusation.

"Seriously?" you questioned, your tone a mixture of annoyance and sadness. "You're lying to me now?" Your gaze primarily focused on Chan, who mirrored your dejection; his heart ached seeing you hurting.

"Look, it was something we needed to do, y/n," Han attempted to assure you.

"But, we'll do whatever it takes!" Chan quickly followed up, stepping towards you. "We'll-"

"You'll what?!" you cut him off, anger present within your tone. "You'll play the next gig, and just bail on me again to make me look even more foolish?" The guys stayed silent, all three of them feeling sick with regret.

"Save it," you continued, your attention completely zeroed in on Chan. "And y'know, what really sucks is that we wrote good music, Chan. As for all of you, you all know what I have been through with losing my mom and how hard it has been for me to play recently! Then you do this? Bands don't do that to each other. As a matter of fact, friends don't do that to each other."

You finally broke eye contact with Chan; tears were pooling in your eyes again, and you could see his own gaze giving way to sensitivity.

"This was a mistake," you whispered, diverting your attention to the floor.

"You mean the dance, right?" Chan questioned.

"No. I mean joining the band. Consider me out," you yelled at all three of them before stomping away, the tears flowing down your cheeks before you could comprehend them. Chan went to go after you but was quickly advised not to by Han.

"If y/n's not in the band-"

"Then there is no band, Bin," Chan finished, rolling his eyes at his own foolishness. He had just managed to get you to a place where you could trust him, where there was a genuine connection beginning to form between the two of you. He could feel it—a budding sense of affection on both sides, a quiet crush growing with each moment spent together.

Now he had ruined it, as he felt he had ruined everything else good in his life.

He did not have much time to harp on his actions, however. He, as well as Han and Changbin, felt a sharp pain throughout their bodies, and they all flickered in a bright flash of light. They doubled over, gripping their torsos as they breathed heavily.

"What was that?" Han inquired, the aftershocks of pain still rattling his body.

"I don't know, but it felt like we died all over again," Changbin replied, rubbing his stomach lightly.

"How can we die if we're already dead?" Chan breathed out shakily.

The guys were soon about to learn that those were not exactly. "just club stamps."

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sprite-and-the-bunnydragons · 4 months ago

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finally catching up on this! @hero-of-the-wolf tagged me on this fic writer ask game, thanks Emmie!!!

How many works on AO3? 15 (soon to be 16 hopefully this week!)

Total AO3 word count? Uh, lemme check … 40,111! That’s like a super short middle grade book!🤪

Top 5 fics by kudos 1. The Chain’s Rulebook (no surprise there lol) 2. Legendary Softness (big surprise for me there, I’d almost forgotten I’d written that one) 3. The Downfall Duo’s Downfall 4. Sugar Rush! 5. Warriors’s Guide to Teaching Your Brothers Hygiene

What fandoms do you write for? All Legend of Zelda, all of the time ;) All but 1 of my fics are for Linked Universe. But I expect this to change once my novels come out in print! (I want to do some one shots and deleted scenes that couldn’t make it into the books and share them on my website and ao3)

Do you respond to comments? Less than I wish I did 😔 If someone asks a question, I tend to make it a priority to answer. But please know that I read absolutely everything people comment about my work and it makes me so, so happy! Comments are my favoritest. You all are AMAZING!

Fic with the angstiest ending Hm, I don’t do a ton of angst, but it’s probably The Price of Power, mostly because it’s not designed to end there. I’ll do more for this au at some point, I promise😅

Fic with the happiest ending Now THAT one’s hard. Probably either The Fastest Way to a Hero’s Heart or The Downfall Duo’s Downfall

Do you get hate? I’ve been very blessed to have amazing and kind commenters and friends, so no, and I really appreciate all y’all’s sweetness and support!

Do you write smut? Nope, and I never will.

Do you write crossovers? Not really my thing, but I do think reading an LU x Hogwarts fic would be pretty cool (this idea is totally open for your use if you’re interested in writing it).

Ever had a fic stolen? Uh, by AI or humans? Bc idk about the AI one, but I haven’t had a person steal anything, the LU fandom’s really chill and nice as a whole

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet, but if someone ever wants to, go for it! Just please make sure to credit and tag me for the original. Same goes if anyone ever wants to make a podfic of my work!

Have you ever co-written a fic? No, I don’t have a schedule that would really allow for that😅

All-time favorite ship? *slaps the game show buzzer* Malink. They’re perfect in so many ways. But I also love any Zelink, especially Sky/Sun and Wild/Flora (post-Calamity. If we’re talking pre-Calamity or AoC, I LOVE Miphlink)

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I ran out of steam on Banana Bazooka Backpack a while ago, but I never say never on a fic! Might happen eventually

Writing strengths? I’d say dialogue and coming up with unique/fun ideas

Writing weaknesses? DESCRIPTION. DESCRIPTION IS THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. LET ME GET TO THE ACTION. But I’m getting better, at least in my novel writing

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? Love it! I do think it needs to be done with the right touch, though, where even non-native speakers can kinda infer what’s going on. Or just go have fun with it, I got super excited a while back because I got to look up chunks of Norwegian/Norse dialogue from a fic and had a great time

First fandom you wrote for? Linked Universe!

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? I think I gotta go Downfall Duo’s Downfall on this one. It spawned a whole Hyrule hurt/comfort series that’s kinda my baby and makes me v happy to write for. Tons of fluff, found family, and learning to trust the people you love, all my favorite tropes

also, tumblr is being obstinate about adding multiple hyperlinks again, so if you’d like to see any of these fics, you can check out my stuff on ao3! It’s the same as my tumblr username or you can just click here

No pressure tags to @ixtaek @loz-chainsofcorruption @mmelete @esthelle-wanders @blarefordaglare @forestfrolickingfairy787 @linkiscool333 @ahanarhorse and any other writers who’d like to join! I’m still figuring out who all on here writes fanfic, please forgive me if I forgot to tag you, I’d still love to see your response!

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ericksensensen · 1 year ago

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I'm cooking I will be posting the traditional version of the designs but these are just to ramble about the design choices and why I decided to swap them rather than information about the characters, I will not do this for all of them, only a few, I will post the finished, fully detailed designs on the next week in schedule form

Sorry they look kind of blurry, it's not the camera, it's the grafito getting fucked up when I but my shoulder over it

I believe it's rather obvious that Adam's suit was designed after Beetlejuice, I was going to take more reference on Dewey from School of rock but this one seems more recognizable and I think it fits better since, well, they're dead I added the little spikes on the shoulders because of Adam's outfit for the last episode Also piercings, because I can't believe he doesn't have them in canon I refuse to believe he wouldn't pierce his ears You can't see it yet but his eyes aren't going to be yellow, instead they're going to be blue like Emily's

The why I decided to swap him with Charlie is pretty obvious, they're opposites Also I just like to put Adam through hell both in the swap au, in the Benefactor au and in the Adamsapple fic I'm writing

Lute is also obviously designed after Vaggie's outfit, except that the colors of it are more to resemble Adam and her gothic style She didn't lose her eye, (V)Agatha ended up cutting her arm (details will not be explained yet but it was not intentional), so they gave her a replacement, but because hell isn't as refined as Heaven, the closest thing Adam could get was the sin of Lust to give her one of the best they had (Note. I have yet to decide who will be Ozzie), she normally wears her glove over it but only in front of anyone that isn't Adam, after episode 3 she stops using it in the hotel, being more comfortable around the cast Couldn't see her wearing a bow, so I put it in her back and around the hips Also long hair because she wanted to be separated of her excorcist status (as they all probably have a short hair), put it in a ponytail because she's always ready to throw hands for Adam

Why she is swaped with Vaggie is obvious Also I changed my mind they are dating in the swap au (Adam needs her gothic gf but they have to sort some issues before kissing)

Oh oh, you are gonna love this one

Why are they swapped? Because it's funny, because I have seen people swapping EVERYONE with Alastor except for Pentious which is pretty surprising honestly

I took most of Pentious eyes in the design since they originally serve the purpose of showing how much he distrust others, they disappear once he gets to heaven because now he has learned how to trust and care about those around him Even tho swap Pentious would obviously still be pretty distrusting, he would not be as paranoic, the eyes would come out on his full demon form I gave him a monocle just because I liked how it looked, he was supposed to have glasses like Alastor but he looked like a grandpa and I want him to have a more "Big brother" kind of vibe towards Adam rather tan fatherly (Since Emily is more like his big sister, not a mother) His hat takes the place of Alastor's cane, he's protective over it, it's the source of his power after all, it does not show Pentious true emotions Speaking off, since canon Alastor is always smiling, swap Pentious always has his hood up, never letting it down, he shows other emotions with his face but his hood represents him always having his guard up

Alastor is more pathetic Listen I am not sorry for taking away his bob cut, I don't know how you all can simp for that man with that hair, I gave him something similar but it goes all the way back, no bob cut Glasses, because we all love to give this man glasses His cane takes the place of Pent's hat, it shows his genuine emotions Not getting into details, but Alastor doesn't smiles as much as canon just like Pentious not always has his hood up, he does drop the smile and the more comfortable he gets with the cast the more he drops it for a normal, neutral expression Yes, he goes to heaven but his angelical form will be revealed later

Pentious is still an inventor, Alastor is still a Radio host

This one is simple, I tried to turn Keekee into a dog, not only because of Adam but it was mainly because Alastor canonically HATES dogs, so the idea of this fucking dog getting attached to Alastor and him petting her lovingly on episode 7 was an opportunity I could not pass up

Yeeyee is still female I just didn't trust myself to draw the eyelashes because she is a lot smaller than you think, and I didn't want to fuck her up and end up erasing most of her

I was also just going to put a giant mouth instead of an eye but it looked disturbing, so no

Yeeyee because the k on Keekee obviously comes from Key so I took the last letter to change it but still have it make sense

The key is also still in progress, I don't know how to draw keys

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel sir pentious #Latjack's sily art

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topaz-witch-tea · 2 years ago

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Yanqing’s Happy Family AU: Yingxing’s Parenting

It’s been a while since I last posted something for Yanqing’s Happy Family AU. I took a much needed vacation from work so now I am a lot more energized and ready to write. Work and the fact that my free time is 9 PM - 12 PM makes it hard to write, which is why my work has a lot of typos. I try my best to catch all of them but some do slip through.

Please enjoy my head canons on Yingxing’s parenting. Please feel free to send me asks and messages, you can also send them anonymously if you wish. You can ask about head canons, current, or future works and anything that strikes your fancy. I am opening to answering most things. I hope to have a proper writing schedule set up for me so I can write more. My brain keeps cooking food but I can’t plate and serve them efficiently. 😂

1. Yingxing makes all of the swords Yanqing uses. From his main sword to the spares on his back and even the daggers he hides on his body, Yingxing forged all of them. This was his child after all, how could he let anyone else but the best make his son’s weapons and he was the Furnace Master, and therefore, the best. Improperly made weapons could decide life and death in the battlefield and he would be damned if the reason his child was buried before him was because of poorly made weaponry. He poured countless hours and funds into creating these weapons all to ensure that it was the best. Yanqing, in turn, shared his father’s love for swords and loved collecting them, especially ones his father made. Private auctions or competitions were the only way to get non-custom swords made by the Furnace Master and Yanqing competed in them constantly. Sure, he would spend his entire allowance for the next two weeks just to get his hand on a sword his father crafted completely out of jade, but it was absolutely stunning from a collector’s point-of-view and he simply could not let the opportunity pass him by.

2. Yanqing would collect the swords of other master’s as well, but he would never use them on the battlefield. Until one day, when a new craftsman who had transferred from the Yaoqing arrived on the Luofu. He was an expert in daggers infused with qi and Yanqing was absolutely smitten with them. So much so that he replaced the daggers Yingxing gave him with the qi-infused ones during an minor expedition. The expedition was successful and Yanqing was more than happy with his purchase. Yingxing, however, was not happy to hear he was been replaced with someone else. To him, swords were his and Yanqing’s thing, so to hear that Yanqing no longer carried his daggers but those of another craftsmen was a strike to his heart. He fretted over whether it was due to his skill as a craftsman or maybe the designs were not in style. He took this matter so personally that he had suddenly burst into tears right as he and his husbands were going to sleep. Of course, Yanqing got tired of the daggers in a week or so and returned to using the ones his father crafted for him. They just felt more comfortable and far more suited to his fighting style then anything else he could buy at the market.

3. Yingxing, out of the three, is by far the strictest. His success in life was due to self-discipline and perseverance, something he hopes to impart upon Yanqing. However, “strict” should be taken with a grain of salt. Yingxing will say no to Yanqing when it comes to certain purchases but a successful sword lesson or an excellent exam score is enough to make Yingxing open his wallet. He does try his best to teach Yanqing financial responsibility, but it’s hard for him to preach that when he was doing the same thing at Yanqing’s age.

4. Before every mission, Yingxing checks every weapon Yanqing is bringing with him to the battlefield. It doesn’t matter if Yanqing has polished and inspected each item the night before, Yingxing has to look at it. The sharpness and sturdiness of the blade, the quality of the sheath, even the way it is attached to Yanqing- everything has to be checked. While Yingxing will tell his son that it is for his safety, it is more for Yingxing’s own anxiety. There are times he is unable to follow his child onto the battlefield, and in those moments, his mind spins a thousand horrible scenarios of his child’s fate. To know that all of Yanqing’s weapons are in order is the only thing he can do as he waits for his child to return home.

#jingrenheng #yanqing’s happy family au #yanqing #honkai star rail #hsr #yingxing #hsr blade #jing yuan #dan feng #hsr ren #even though Jing Yuan and Danfenf don’t appear in this they are mentioned so it felt wrong to keep them separated from each other

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daandism · 5 months ago

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I’m kinda wondering (if you want) if you could write Dannmarcoh in that actor AU you have? Cause I saw the post and it looks really cool and interesting. Maybe they’re hiding from the paparazzi and share a kiss in hiding lol

HERE ANON!! thanks for the request!!

later i'll post it on ao3, just need a cool title for it!

for other ppl wondering about the au, check it here

“Please! Just one picture Mr. Santoro!”

“Is it true that you two are dating? The rumours are everywhere!”

“I only commissioned him for a custom suit, that's all.” the italian stressed, furrowed brows and not making eye contact.

The paparazzi and journalists were annoyingly insistent and the first thing Marcoh did when one of them made an awfully inappropriate question was shove one of them away and grab Daan’s arm to pull them away from that suffocating crowd. They ran after them for a couple of minutes but fortunately the actor managed to confuse the paparazzi and general stalkers and they found “refuge” in a poorly illuminated alleyway. The fancy dress shirt the designer is wearing was partially wet because of the rain that suddenly started when they were running and he forgot the umbrella inside Marcoh’s car. Fortunately the rain quickly stopped.

“Hopefully they will stop chasing us.” The designer rested his back on the wall and after some seconds for his breath to normalize, he picked one cigarette from the box inside his pocket. “These weird stalkers…”

“Well, we’re relatively safe now.” Marcoh came closer to his partner and, with the lighter he picked up from his pocket, he lit the other man’s cigarette. The dutch took a drag and kept making eye contact with him. “But I don't have any idea of how we’re gonna get out of here.”

Daniël gently put his free hand on the actor’s chest and started to play with his tie. “So, let's enjoy our brief moments of peace, shall we?”

“You're going to tell your daughter we kissed in a dark and dirty alleyway later?” he lifted an eyebrow before leaning in to give a quick peck on the designer’s lips.

“You know, Marina loves to gossip about her father's life.” Daan giggled and gave him another peck in response to the first one.

Both of them laughed before tasting each other's lips. The dutch switched his hand from Marcoh's chest to his neck and savored that moment between them. Secretly kissing his “acquaintance” in an alleyway wasn't in Daan’s today's schedule, but he didn't mind it.

At least he would have a nice story to tell his daughter later.

#daan von dutch #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #daanmarcoh #daarcoh #fear and hunger daan #fear and hunger marcoh #daan x marcoh #darcoh #f&h daan #f&h marcoh #f&h #writing requests #anon ask

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steamed-ham-moved · 2 years ago

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HOLOSTAR CH2

Negan x fem OC/Reader] [CYBERPUNK AU] [Warnings] Post orgasm handjob [Summary] FASTWAVE! wants to release a new brand of HoloStar. Negan is selected but the honor is far from his. [Excerpt] “Everyday I just pretend that things are okay and distract myself with the sex, clearly it’s the only thing I can fucking do. But seeing you again… it reminds me what I am, what I’m doing, I’m not free. I can pretend with every single faceless fuck who comes in here, but I can’t with you. I think about every damn thing that I’m missing out on… Fuck.”

AO3

It’s been two weeks since Sua had met Negan. Everyday since then was spent in The Rapture with other RAM. There were a few that made it onto her file of potential candidates but the file only had seven people on it and she was nearly halfway through the list of RAM. It was harder to put personal preferences aside than she thought, assessing men on their physical qualities was a split-second yay or nay decision for her, until it wasn’t and she had to backtrack and reconsider. Online scheduling made things easier at least, except that she had to see Janine every so often. It was just plain uncomfortable.

There’s really no reason that she has to be doing this so hurriedly but she thinks that the faster she finds someone the faster she can leave The Rapture behind for good, she’s had her share of naked men for a good ten years. It’s really not her kind of place. She’s losing steam though, and fast. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Negan has been occupying her mind. And it’s the constant thought of him that makes her schedule a second session with him, it's not without second thoughts however. She doesn’t know why, but she wants to see him again.

The hallways of The Rapture are familiar to her by now. Black and white tiled squares decorate the flooring and spaceship gray colored walls were an odd combination, but it works somehow. It’s a blessing compared to the disaster that is the lobby’s design, and is inviting enough as to not give off that ‘sterile’ feeling so many other building interiors did.

“It's me.” Sua announces when she enters his room.

It’s noticeable the way he perks up instantly when he hears her voice . She can’t help the small smile that forms on her face, it was cute.

“You’re back.”

“Uh huh...” Sua takes her overcoat off and tosses it over his lap, then drags the lone chair over to sit across from him. She’s about to go on to say that she’s been busy, not completely a lie, but doesn’t get the chance to before Negan suddenly blurts out to her.

“I thought about you.”

I thought about you too.

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s… sweet.” She says with hesitance. And the pity she felt the first time talking to him re-emerges thinking about how lonely the man in front of her truly was. The only thing she did was show a little bit of interest in him, talked to him, like he was a person and not a service. It’s bare minimum. She thinks he’d say the same thing to anyone if they’d shown kindness to him.

He grins, “don’t be so surprised.” It’s a misinterpretation of her reaction, but she doesn’t need to reveal her actual thoughts. Negan looks in her general direction and Sua knows that he’s expectant of her to remove the black material that covered his eyes. She doesn’t make any move to do so, however, since there’s no reason to. She’s already seen his face.

Negan stills, realizing she’s not going to let him see but goes on to ask, “how are you? What have you been doing?”

She doesn’t think she needs to tell him that she’s spent the past few weeks at The Rapture, instead she tells him that she’s doing fine and that something interesting had happened on her last run. In reality, it was actually one of the runs she’s had in the past. It was a story full of excitement and danger, she thinks he’ll like it.

She recalls the fourth time that she was attacked by a pirate and just barely escaped with her life, as she overdramatized it, because it was probably the most interesting thing that’s ever happened in her life. But as it was, that particular pirate wasn’t after anything materialistic, rather Sua learned that he was in the human trafficking business.

It was a tall, dark haired man who wore an eye-patch, very much like a pirate of the past. He had come prepared with his inside pockets loaded with instant-use firearms and she was in over her head. The first two times she’d been intercepted by a pirate, her first instinct was to fight. She had stupidly thought she could win, but she was, by far, ill-equipped to take on anyone with multiple variations of fire-arms. In both of those instances, she had almost died, but learned an important lesson: The smartest thing you could do in that kind of situation was to run. Cowardice or not, don’t risk it. If you wanted to live, you ran.

Since then, Sua had gotten her hands on two extra guns. One she kept predictably in the hood compartment of Orion, and the other hidden on the inside of her overcoat. Unfortunately she was unable to obtain anything more advanced than a gun, but she felt a little safer than before. And she was lucky she had made that decision because the eye-patched pirate was relentless. She ran, but he was hot on her trail, too close for her to make a clean cut escape. It left her no choice but to fight, or maim him at least to slow him down so she could make it back to Orion.

Smaller miscellaneous artifacts had been hurriedly stuffed into her pack before Sua took off like a bullet. One of the buildings she ran into seemed to have been cleared out and was a vast open space, it was a shitty luck because now she had nowhere to hide and he’d shoot her dead by the time she made it across the room, no stairs or anything to climb up either. She crouched down by the side of the doorway and shakily withdrew her gun pointing it at the entrance which he was expected to enter.

Eye-patch burst through the door, gun poised and ready to shoot and shoot he did, to which Sua mimicked the action while rushing forward and kicking his legs out from under him. There was no time to ponder whether her shot hit or not, his sure didn’t, as she desperately needed to disarm him.

“He fell down and I had to wrestle the gun from him.”

“You wrestled him.” Negan repeats, like he’s imagining the scene very literally.

“Well, I jumped on him first to disorient him. And I mean, my whole body weight just falling on him, I would never get the upper hand otherwise. I must have been less than half of his weight at least.” She explains, thoughtful.

“That’s smart. Did you crush his skull?”

“No, he was moving around too much. Just knocked the wind out of him.”

He does that thing she notices he does a lot, where his tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip and he tells her, “sweetheart, you could have just smashed your ass on his face repeatedly like whack-a-mole and knocked him the fuck out. Easy.”

Even knowing he can’t see her, Sua rolls her eyes. “Okay, even if I did that he would have just picked me up and threw me across the room.”

Negan only chuckles in response. “Then what?”

“I choked him out.” She wants to ask him what ‘whack-a-mole’ was, but decides to do it after the story, that or she’d look it up herself. She leans forward to retrieve the notepad and pen from her pocket and Negan shifts in his seat as he feels her jostle the jacket on his lap.

“I want to see you.” He says suddenly.

“I'm right here Negan.” Sua replies airily, while scribbling down the thing he said earlier, or something close to it.

“I know… Can you just - please?” Sua clicks her pen and attaches it to the notepad before placing it down on her lap.

“Why?” Seconds pass, she’s met with silence from him and she shakes her head at herself for not being able to say ‘no’.

She returns her items to the jacket and goes to remove the blindfold from his eyes. She drops the material in front of him onto his lap and he turns his head to her. He’s looking at her very peculiarly and she assumes that he’s waiting for her to finish her story, but that’s not what it’s about.

“Touch me.” He says.

Something told her she wasn’t going to be finishing her story.

“I’m touching you.” Sua replies easily, while reaching to caress along his bearded jaw.

Negan turns and nuzzles into her hand. “Not there.”

She pets his hair with her other hand, much like she had last time they were together and asks, “why?” There was a lot of ‘why’ being asked today.

“I… I want to feel something different.” He answers and it’s quiet, almost a whisper.

“How do you know you’ll feel different?”

“Because it’s you.”

“Negan, we hardly know each other…” It was only their second time talking to one another after all. She knew he was looking for - craving an emotional connection with someone and she was the closest thing to that because she spoke to him. But she couldn’t do that, she was fond of Negan but once she was done with this job she was never coming back to this place. She couldn’t lead him on and pretend to be something to him.

“Yes we do,” he insists, “I know you.” He’s not looking at her as he says this, still nuzzling her hand and then begins to lick her fingers in a very sensual and drawn out manner.

“Negan-” She tries again but is interrupted.

He stops what he’s doing and fixes her with a sharp look, “touch my cock.” He orders. The swift change in Negan’s demeanor makes Sua gawk at him. He had balls to tell her what to do and he was the one tied to a chair, not her. And she was still the client.

He was hard wasn’t he? She whips her overcoat off from him and turns to chuck it to the bed but a sudden startled yell from Negan causes her attention to swing back in alarm.

“Damn it woman! The zipper just snagged the fuck outta my dick!”

“Shit, sorry!” She exclaims, and yes he is hard.

Negan grumbles something unintelligible under his breath before saying, “you should kiss it and make it better.” He snickers at his own suggestion.

“I feel bad, but not that bad.”

Sua sighs, he wanted to feel ‘different’ huh? She inches closer to him so that she’s now standing in front of him, a little off to the side. Her right hand rests on his shoulder and her left on his clavicle, moving slowly downward. He gives a deep hum of approval as her hand moves from his clavicle and skims down the dark hair on his chest then lower down his happy-trail to the pubic area. She’s not able to remain standing like that so she kneels down beside him properly and he gives her a wolfish look in return, obviously having high hopes.

Second thought, she’s up again and goes to her pocket. Negan is bouncing his leg impatiently, causing his hard cock to bob too. Sua licks her lips unconsciously. She’s covered his eyes again and Negan protests against it loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Just be quiet.” She says. And he is, once he feels her settle back down in front of him. If she was going to do this, it wasn’t going to be with him watching. She doesn’t have a particular reason for not wanting him to watch, she just had a stronger preference for it that way.

Sua takes his cock in her hand and gives it a few slow experimental pumps up and down. He’s big, she’ll admit, hung even. Her hand wrapped around him covers little over half the length of him. The head of his cock takes on an almost purple tint and there are two angry looking veins that run along the side and bottom of the shaft. She can hear him inhale deeply and glances up at him as he tilts his head back, lips slightly parted. She supposed she would have liked to see his face when she made him cum, but it was fine.

She continues to rub him off like that and pauses only a moment to spit in her hand so it goes a little smoother. Precum begins to bead at the head and soon begins to overflow the longer she works him. She thumbs over his slit and smears it around his cock head in a circular motion, applying a firmer pressure over the swollen glands. “Fuck…” Negan grunts, he’s already coming undone, a slew of other obscenities being muttered under his breath. She must be doing something right. He’s extra lubed up now, with her spit covered hand and his own precum dripping down his shaft, she goes back to jerking him off. This time with more speed. Up and down, down and up, her hand slides along his cock repeatedly making a lewd, wet squishing noise. Negan, who's surprisingly been able to keep his ass on the chair as of far, begins bucking up into her hand. His head lolls around and he’s biting his lip, deep groans escaping from him.

She plans on taking her time with him, they had fifty minutes this time and there was no rush. Urging him to sit his ass back on the seat, Sua massages along his inner thighs with her free hand. She’s slowed her pace on his cock, focused on his thighs, and she can feel him throbbing in her hand. “Faster.” He grunts, “go faster.”

Sua shushes him, “just relax and enjoy yourself baby.” She removes her hand from his dick completely, causing Negan to whine at the loss of contact, and roams up across the expanse of his chest, reveling at the feeling of the curls of his chest hair under her finger tips. She notices the way his breath hitches when she touches certain areas of his body, the side of his torso, he was sensitive there. She continues to explore him with her fingers, loving the way he tries to hide his moans when she rubs his nipples between her fingers. Such a handsome man. She really wouldn’t mind having him all to herself.

She finally returns her attention to his solid length, she goes back to stroke the crown of his cock and it gives a few strong twitches before releasing another stream of precum. Negan’s thrusting his hips up into her again, and she knows he wants to orgasm. Not yet though, Sua wants to play with him a little longer.

She switches up so that his cock is now pressed up against his naval as she uses her palm to rub up and down his shaft. She’s able to keep a relatively fast pace while simultaneously play with his balls. She alternates between squeezing them between her fingertips and massaging rhythmically. Negan seems to just about go crazy from the double treatment, he’s moaning out like a wounded animal and it’s music to her ears. “Fuck. Fuck, I need to cum.” He pants, unable to do anything but open and close his legs uselessly.

Taking his cock in her hand once again, she grips him firmly and pumps him while twisting her fist around the tip. Negan curses as his hips shoot up once more attempting to maximize contact with her hand. She spits on his cock wetting it more and continues the motion waiting for his release. “I need to cum so bad.” He breathes.

“Then cum.” She tells him.

Sua squeezes his cock harder, jerking him at a rapid pace, and Negan lets out a long drawn out groan in response. His head is thrown back and she can see how hard he’s clenching his jaw. She swipes the underside of his cock with her thumb a few times and that seems to be just the thing to push him over the edge. Negan’s strangled moan fill the room, his abdomen tenses, and he shoots his load all over himself, her hands, and the floor. “That’s it baby.” She praises him with a sultry tone.

She milks him for all he’s worth, thick white spurts of his seed continue to flow from his cock and pour down onto her hand. “Fuck…” He gasps, for what feels like the nth time already. He’s settled himself down on the chair again but she can feel his dick throbbing in her hand, still some life left. Negan’s head falls to the side, breathing heavily and unmoving, he must think she’s done. She’s not, however, doesn’t stop working his cock until she’s squeezed out every last drop of cum from him. She doesn’t stop, even after that.

She jerks him furiously until the cum that’s pooled down his shaft and on her hand looks foamy. As she does, she uses her other hand to caress his thighs again, like she had done before. The slick, wet gushy noises persist all the while and she’ll admit that she’s getting a bit worked up from it. She’s broken him out from his post-orgasm high by the unabating stimulation and he whines helplessly, begging her to stop, and trying to shrink away from the onslaught on his sensitive cock. Doing so only makes things worse for him though, the crude sounds of his cum squishing in her hand and his desperation for her to stop only spurs her on more. She holds his member upright and with the opposite hand uses her palm on the tip of his cock. She uses her palm against him, fast and hard, twisting as she does so.

Negan’s neck is red, she can see a vein on the side looking like it’s ready to pop. He’s straining against the bindings holding his wrists in place and she can see the veins on his forearms popping as well. Sua can practically feel the heat radiating off his body as he struggles and thrashes himself in the small amount that he can. Watching him like this, at her mercy, is beyond hot. There’s long been a pool of heat and wetness between her legs, she had ignored it being so focused on Negan, but now she’s left with a persistent ache and it’s bothersome to say the least.

Negan leans forward suddenly and then back, making the chair tip back some. The action startles Sua and she catches the rim of the chair and yanks it back to the floor before he falls. “I’m done. I’m done!” He cries out. “Fucking stop already!”

His over-sensitive cock has gone mostly soft by now and she determines that he’s had enough, she’s tortured him long enough. She lets go of him and his wet, cum soiled cock falls limply to rest on his thigh, now completely spent. Negan is heard sighing a breath of relief from above her and she watches with fascination at the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing steadies.

Sua raises her hand up and inspects it with a slight grimace. His thick spend covers her hand entirely and she curses internally because she didn’t have tissue in her pocket or anything to wipe it off. No way was she wiping it off on her clothes. Her overcoat alone had been through the wash god knows how many times already. The bed? Maybe. Negan’s silent, head drooped to the side, a thin sheen of sweat covers his chest, and she debates on asking if he’s okay or not but changes her mind after recalling his reaction. He was fine. “How was that for different?” She asks instead.

There’s a long sigh before he replies. “...Fuck. I don’t know. I liked it, until it felt like you were gonna jerk my dick off!”

With that response, she’s pretty sure he’s not upset about it so she laughs. She throws the blindfolds off onto the bed, then, with her dry hand, places her palm under his chin and squeezes his cheeks with her fingers lightly pressing into his dimples so she can look at him. Negan scrunches his nose up and makes an unhappy noise at her. It’s adorable, makes her just melt inside, and she almost forgets about what had just transpired between them. “You’re so cute…” She murmurs and Negan lets out a deep hum in response.

His cum is slowly drying on her hand and before it does, Sua places a sticky finger between his upper and lower lip prompting him to open, he doesn't. “Open,“ she instructs him. Negan eyes her wearily in return but opens, reluctant. She sticks two fingers in his mouth and he begins to lick and suck them clean, she smiles at the fact that she doesn’t even have to tell him. She plays with the back of his hair as he goes to work, it feels slightly damp from all the sweating he’d done only a few minutes ago. She feeds him her pinky last and thinks about how good it felt to be in control. Other than sex, were these the kinds of things that people did when they came here? Maybe what she had done wasn’t so different after all.

Her hand is still a mess, jizz and now Negan’s spit. She drops her hand out to the side when Negan’s finished licking her up and he now looks up towards her expectantly; hazel eyes soft and appearing to sparkle. Much too trusting of her after what just happened, if that’s what it was. “What?” she asks, wondering what she did to deserve that kind of look.

“You know you’re the first client I’ve had today.” He makes it very obvious that he wants the kiss that she never gave him last time. He emphasizes his message by licking his lips whilst maintaining intense eye-contact.

“Okay…” And she’s just a little weak for him so she leans down and presses her lips to his softly, tasting his essence which lingers on his lips. She sighs into him, kissing Negan is pleasant. His lips are soft and warm, Sua likes the feel of his short beard against her skin. The kiss starts out slow and gentle until Negan deepens it, things spiral from there. Kisses turn frenzied and desperate, like he thinks he won’t get enough of her this session. Then there’s the heat and passion, as if it’s the end of the world and they’re the only ones left, the only ones that matter. Eventually, Sua has to pull away to take a much needed breath. Their faces are inches away from each other and she finds herself smiling at him for no apparent reason, she just likes this.

Negan is smiling back at her and she goes back in for more. This time, Negan prods her lips with his tongue, urging entrance. She’s hesitant at first, not even sure why, but as soon as she opens he pushes his tongue entirely into her mouth. It’s a strange thing for her, as she’s never kissed anyone like this before. She lets him explore her mouth for a while before pushing him out and goes back to kissing normally. While there’s desperation from him, it’s clear who’s in control of their makeout session. She supposes it’s because of his situation, their kiss was the only thing he could have control of and she lets him have that.

Sua cradles his face in her able hand, running her fingertips all over his beard, and she can’t help the breathy moan that escapes her. “Negan…”

While she thoroughly enjoyed being in charge of things like this, she was the only one giving anything. A small inkling in the back of her mind wished that he was freed from his seated position, free from the bindings too, so that he could touch her. She noted the first time she saw him, that he had large hands and long fingers, oh the things they could do… She wondered what his touch would be like. Would he be gentle? Or would he be rough with her? Well, maybe she didn't need to wonder too much, she partially knew already with the way he spoke to her. The thing that originally started this whole thing.

“Zera…” He sighs in between kisses.

She immediately breaks the kiss and stares at him owlishly, Negan looks back, expression mirrored. “What’s wrong?” He asks, there’s slight concern showing through his voice.

She shakes her head. That’s right, it was the fake name she told him, she feels silly for thinking that he said another woman's name. “It’s nothing.” She replies and pulls away further, it earns her a frown from Negan.

Truth be told, that was exactly what Sua needed to happen in order to snap her out of the make-out session with Negan. In her weakness, she didn’t know if she would have taken another step farther or not… Or what that step would have been. That having been said, they should probably spend the remainder of their time doing - talking about something more productive. Something of use to her preferably.

She rationalizes, “I just don’t think we should spend the entire time… doing that.”

“It’s what you paid for.” He mutters. She studies his face and finds that he no longer looks ‘happy’ or whatever emotion she should call it that he was so openly expressing previously. Instead, he looks solemn. She wonders what in the past minute could have caused the sudden mood swing. Was he really offended by what she said?

Then it dawns on her, he thought she stopped because of him. He had told her before that she was his first client of the day, that nobody had touched him before her, he was clean. It’s the only thing she can come up with and it checks out the more she thinks about it.

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” Sua tells him firmly. While that is a concern she has, it’s not the current concern, considering there was obviously no oral or penetration involved and it was just a kiss.

He doesn’t make eye contact when he replies, “isn’t it?” And Sua moves back into the chair to sit beside him, not knowing why she suddenly felt guilty.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asks, she already knows, but it’s the sentiment she’s after.

Negan sighs and turns to look at her with sorrowful eyes. “Everyday I just pretend that things are okay and distract myself with the sex, clearly it’s the only thing I can fucking do. But seeing you again… it reminds me what I am, what I’m doing, I’m not free. I can pretend with every single faceless fuck who comes in here, but I can’t with you. I think about every damn thing that I’m missing out on… Fuck.”

Fuck was right. She wanted to talk but didn’t mean to be thrown into a pool of emotions and feelings again. She had no idea what to say to that, yet again. What the hell could she say? She could reiterate the fact that they really didn’t know each other, just because they talked a little and got a little mushy about things didn’t mean anything. That anything - any relationship they might have together would only ever be physical. Telling it to Negan straight is what she should do. But she can’t, because she cares and doesn’t want to hurt him anymore than he was. At the same time, she didn’t want to lead him on. The way he’s talking however, makes her think that maybe she already was. Fuck.

“Negan…” Sua says slowly, trailing off because she’s still trying to fill in what exactly to say.

“You don’t have to say anything, you can’t do anything and you’re not a therapist either. ” He says with a shallow chuckle.

Sua touches his arm tentatively. “I don’t have to visit you again if that’s what you want. Us meeting like this - talking like this, it shouldn’t be… upsetting for you.” She doesn’t like the idea of not visiting Negan again, but she thinks that if it’s what he wants then she’d follow his wish. If she did that then she’d at least be able to focus on her work. There were so many contradictions when it came to Negan, nothing made sense anymore. And by that, she meant her feelings related to him.

“I don’t wanna get attached.” Negan admits quietly. And Sua nods wholeheartedly, doing her best to be understanding of him.

I don't either.

“But I think I already am.”

Me too.

Just like that they were back to where they started. “Then, I’ll keep visiting you.” She says softly, squeezing his arm consolingly.

Negan hums, the ghost of a smirk etched on his face. “You’d better, I’ll get depressed as fuck if not.”

It’s an open chance to change the subject, but she doesn’t take it because there’s something else that’s bugging her, something she wants to know. “I just… I don’t really understand. I could have been anyone.”

“But you’re not.” Negan says quickly. “I don’t know how to describe it, I feel calm around you, more at peace.” He says it as a statement of confidence, he wants her to believe it.

“You basically said earlier that seeing me makes you depressed…” Sua points out. They all had their own contradictions.

“Fuck… I know, I feel both, I don’t know. I want to keep seeing you though.” Negan shakes his head, frustrated that he can’t seem to find the right way to explain. If there was a right way. “Am I making any fuckin’ sense?”

Sua nods. “Kind of. I understand how it feels - just to have a feeling. I met my best friend based on a feeling. We started talking and I just… I just knew that we were going to be best friends. And we were.” When she asked ‘why’, maybe there’s really no deeper reason to it, it really was just a ‘feeling’. So they’ve only met twice and hardly knew each other. But it was still a feeling.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

She sees his eyes dart forward to the clock. “I guess it’s time for you to go now?”

Sua acknowledges him but she doesn't move from where she’s sitting, still just looking at him, admiring him. Negan returns the warm gaze she’s fixed on him. Seconds pass by and it’s just them looking back at each other. They don’t need to say anything, it’s just… nice.

“Okay.” She says, finally.

“Okay.” Negan echoes.

Somewhat reluctant, Sua rises from the chair and pushes it back near the table. She plucks her overcoat from the bed and moves to redo his blindfold. Then with her undirtied hand, combs her fingers through his hair before kissing him on the crown of his head. Negan tilts his head back for one last kiss before she moves away, and huffs at her when she leans back to avoid it. She doesn’t think she’d be able to leave if they started that again and she shakes her head at him, truly apologetic.

Before she crosses into the hallway he calls out to her, “don’t make me wait too long.”

“I won’t.” She says, it’s not a promise, and though things didn’t end on a very happy note, she has a feeling she was going to see him again.

Sua takes the day off, the next, and another. She felt so thoroughly embarrassed about what she had done. Touching Negan like that… She doesn’t know why she did it, she just did it. And even though she does feel embarrassed about it, she can’t deny that she liked it, it felt good, she felt good. She liked having Negan under her thumb like that, withering under her, helpless and begging her to stop. Having power over someone like that felt good, not only that, it was hot. Hearing Negan whine and plead for her, that was hot.

After all of that, she doesn’t know if she should feel bad for it. She probably shouldn’t have done that in the first place but Negan was the one who asked her to touch him, begged then commanded. But she was the one who went farther, she knows he’s probably used to it, but she can’t help thinking about it. She didn’t want to treat him how everyone else did. He was still a person and she should have had more respect for him.

Although Sua doesn’t feel like it, she powers through her slump and ends up at The Rapture an hour later. She’s only scheduled three sessions today which in itself is actually an annoyance. For some reason, the tags of their men aren’t in any particular order, that she knows of, and she’s had to keep track of who she’s seen already. Maybe she’d mention it to Janine so she could make a suggestion to whomever programmed the list, seriously, that was not a good practice.

She learned that Janine had only escorted her on the first day because well, it was her first day. Nearly every single one of their clients had booked their sessions online and if done that way, were allowed to walk in and show themselves in without being overseen. It’s what Sua had done starting on the second day.

Someone who’s not Janine is at the front desk, there’s two people actually but Sua doesn’t pay them any mind when she checks in and deposits her iZtech. There was a line of people in front of her, the longest line she’s seen so far almost out the door, and she briefly wonders if it’s just a good day or something else is going on, an event of some sort. Did places like The Rapture do that kind of thing? Sales on services? It didn’t really matter for her anyway, FASTWAVE! was funding her for all these sessions. And thank god for that, she thinks while navigating to the AV001’s room. One good thing that had come out of a solid couple weeks of being here was that she had familiarized herself with the layout and had been in various different rooms of the building. She found out that The Rapture used the first four floors for their RAM services and was under the assumption that the rest of the floors were housing.

There was still no plan on how she was going to get someone out, but she figured that she’d push that off until she was at least more than halfway through the list. Sua was going to take things one step at a time and everything was going to turn out just fine, is what she continued to tell herself.

The clock in the lobby indicated that she was a little early, three minutes to be exact. The time it took her to walk though, it should be closer to one. AV0001’s room was on the third floor and she had taken the stairs. She’s close to the mark, shortly after her arrival the door slides open and an employee steps out with a cleaning cart in tow. They’re done up in white sanitary gloves and a blue mask. Maybe they took cleanliness more seriously than she had thought. The employee gives her a nod and wheels their cart off towards the next room in need of cleaning.

The door closes behind her with a click, something she has grown accustomed to hearing by now and does a quick one-over of her surroundings and it’s the same thrown together decor as all the other rooms.

AV0001 is nude, bound up, blindfolded, and sitting in a chair as expected. She always arranged them on chairs, a bed felt weird to her, too suggestive. She knows what to expect by now, or what not to expect, drapes her jacket across his lap, and approaches from behind to remove the blindfold. Nobody else had any complaints about it, but AV0001 seems to be a different case.

“Stop.”

Her finger tips hover above close to the material and she doesn’t continue. “You don’t want this off?” She asks him, perplexed.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s against the rules isn't it?” His voice is silky, soothing to the ear.

“So I’ve been told.”

“Then..?“

Sua removes the blindfold anyway, a robotic motion having done it so many times now. She doesn’t feel like answering him either, instead remarks, “AV0001, you have a special number.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t know.”

“Do you know your name?”

He gives her a bewildered stare, as if saying, ‘why wouldn’t I?’, “Adrian Veidt.”

Her questions and the direction of conversation were all over the place, she realizes that, but she’s really not feeling it today. “What do you know Adrian Veidt?”

And how did you end up here?

Her immediate impression of him is that he doesn’t belong here. None of them really do, but AV0001 doesn’t. He looks tall, skinny but muscled, sandy blond hair that’s over combed neatly to the left, and steely blue eyes. He’s proper, speaks with an air of sophistication, wildly different from the others. Conventionally attractive for sure. The fact that he’s actually speaking with her is one thing, most of them weren’t open to conversation, didn’t want to hear it.

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you want to leave this place?” She asks, blunt.

Adrian scoffs lightly. “Careful, one might think you’re making a proposition.”

“Let’s say that I am.” It’s bold of her, but she wants to hear what he has to say.

“Everyone wants to leave this place, but we wouldn’t survive out there.” It’s the same thing Negan had said and she takes it as a ‘yes’, then circles back around. “What can you tell me about this place?”

He fixes her with a steady gaze, calculating. Obviously wondering why she would be digging around for information about this place, what she had to gain from it, and who she was. She feels that they have some sort of mutual understanding between them, that they just might be on the same page with things, because he doesn’t question her and proceeds to tell her a great deal of what he knows about The Rapture.

Adrian Veidt is as perceptive as she thought he was. He starts off by confirming the layout of the building, something she had already been pretty confident about. Then goes on to reveal any place a camera might be (that he knows of), who the most popular RAM are, who the current employees are; what they do and what their shifts are (another narrow speculation). Some of the things he tells her, he admits is guesswork, but other descriptions are finely detailed, like everything he knows about the employees. Even so, it’s a wonder how he knows all this, she knows he could very well be making it up, but is inclined to think otherwise. Adrian tells her, ‘the easiest thing you can do is listen’.

It’s just a dump of information and Sua’s not able to write fast enough to get every single small detail on the page, but she tries nonetheless, asking him to repeat at times. It’s taking her mind off Negan though, if at least for a half hour. Adrian finishes with the layout of the RAM living quarts and Sua thinks that they’ve covered just about everything impertinent relating to breaking someone out, hypothetically, of course. She takes the next few minutes to finish up her notes and then goes on to wrack her brain for other questions that she may have had or anything he didn’t address, but comes up with a blank. It’s fine though, if needed, she’d come back to ask.

Although Sua couldn’t think of anything else on the fly, she did have one question written down previously. Luckily she doesn’t forget it. It’s in regards to other safety features they might have; alarms, sensors, or anything else like that. But as it turns out, those are some of the things that he isn’t sure about, nobody has ever tried to escape or break anyone out, that he knows of anyway.

Oh, and that all of the RAM are apparently sterile.

While he assures her that there weren’t any cameras or bugs inside the rooms (as there shouldn’t be), the doorway had some sort of instant X-ray system or something like that, as he described it. The purpose is obvious in itself, a safety net in the case that someone had something dangerous or against the rules on them. It explains why there were no pat downs before entering, or a safety protocol in general for that matter. And once again, she’s glad she decided against bringing her personal iZtech.

She glances up at the clock, she only has about four minutes left out of their thirty minute session. Sua flips her notepad back to the front page and clicks her pen. There’s an extended silence between them until Adrain speaks up again, “what will you do if I report this?”

“It’s not against the rules to have a conversation with you and I could make a case about the blindfold.” Sua replies neutrally, then after a beat, "will you report this?”

“I suppose not. I would have nothing to gain from doing so, possibly the opposite.” It confirms her thoughts that he was only telling her because he thinks he might have something to benefit from it.

“Hn.”

“And what of you?” He asks.

There’s not much time left but she tells him some things about herself, like she had with Negan. A look that could pass as recognition crosses his face when she mentions FASTWAVE!, he says, ‘it sounds familiar’. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had been involved with some kind of big corporation before he ended up in The Rapture. He seemed like the type.

Afterwards, Sua redoes his blindfold as it was before. “Until then, Adrian.”

The door clicks open and she takes her leave.

Sua hears the drift of his voice behind her. “Until then.”

AV0001, Adrian Veidt, moves to the top of her file. It’s not hard to imagine him as a HoloStar.

#long fic #twd #negan #negan x oc #negan x you #negan fanfiction #twd negan #twd fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan #negan smut #negan smith #negan x reader #the walking dead negan

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shads-shipposts · 1 year ago

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"Anachronism" Prologue Rough Draft +LORE✨

Remember how I mentioned that the chapters prior to this would only leave you more confused as to wtf was going on? Well, the prologue is now finished and is being posted.

The background of Anachronism is this: back in 2015 I attempted to rewrite a 2014 RP that included the Tintin sailors (which is my first fanfic ever). True Colors was the name. It was never finished, instead transitioning halfway through into an original fic where the sailors got new names/designs/backstories as they were changed into ocs. The Karaboudjan would become the Caroline, but Scarlett was already a self-insert so her initial character remains (though she's changed quite a bit). Both the original fics and the 2015 are scrubbed from the internet, though I do believe one of you followers actually read that 2014 one when it was on Deviant Art. I am so sorry you had to witness that 😬.

Jump to late 2017-early 2018, the first hints of Anachronism were forming. It wouldn't be until 2019-2020 New Years that I started it in earnest. The story follows myself (yes, I get "isekai'd") as I end up in the same timeline as that 2015 fic. Originally it was the 2014 fic but I really don't want to deal with certain elements of that mess. Anyway, that Anachronism kinda started collecting dust as my Bad Batch hyperfixation hit and Adventures!AU was born. That series takes place after Anachronism, but Anachronism was never posted.

Well, 4+ years, three and a half books, and 500k+ words later I am finally starting to post snippets to curse the world lol. Schedule-wise, Anachronism won't premiere in full until 2029 most likely, as Adventures!AU is still my main project. But I miss the Karaboudjan crew, and my hyperfixation is strong for them rn so I'm posting and working on chapters.

All that to say buckle up, this fic gets wild. Magic elements are minimal in this fic, but they still be there.

Enjoy! :D Feedback is most welcome, I'm still figuring out the characterizations for the fellas as it's been a while since I really wrote heavily with them (Bad Batch has claimed most of my time).

CW: Mild horror elements

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“Scared, Allan?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself here after he closed his eyes. It’d been months since the incident that gave rise to the event playing over and over again in his dreams, but time hadn’t dulled any of his emotions concerning the event.

“I must say, your fear scent is… unique. Fishy and tart.”

Confusion, horror, shock, disbelief.

“Don’t worry your little head there. I respect you and, strange as it may seem, I do find the need to fear you.”

Yes, fear there too.

“Funny ain’t it?”

And who wouldn’t be scared?

“An Alphian fearin’ a human.”

When they were faced with an alien of unknown magical abilities?

“Don’t see that every day.”

The scene wobbled and fizzled at the edges, like staring at a reflection on the surface of a stormy sea. The secrets surrounding the scene trapped deep in its depths, unreachable even if one tried their hardest to grasp the answers.

Allan Thompson walked through the scene, removed from his own actions as if he were just on autopilot. He couldn’t change the scene, no more than someone watching a reel on a screen.

He sat at the table, across from the half-human, half animal woman that watched him like a hawk. Dark stripes cut through her skin like thick shadows across a moonlit patch in the woods, a black and white tail flicked behind her, and piercing eyes the color of glaciers scanned him inside and out. She was a head shorter than him, yet power radiated off her like heat from an open flame.

His voice reached his ears, muted and distant.

His own and yet… not, in a way.

“Kid… I’m sorry about Turtle.”

The alien looked up at him, the furry ears on the sides of her head flattened against ginger hair.

“Thanks, man.”

Those cat-like eyes shifted to the side, as if searching for any other threats.

He knew it was a dream. Knew what was about to happen.

It did not ease the churning of his stomach.

“Actually,” she continued, mouth moving but voice coming from the very walls surrounding them. “I kinda wanted to ask you about something related to that.”

Allan knew what was coming. Knew what she was going to ask.

Knew how badly it would go, how swiftly the scene would turn dangerous.

But he was helpless to do anything but follow the script. Follow the events as they unfolded.

Eyes on her hands, waiting to see those thorn sharp claws, Allan again heard his voice from far away.

“Aye?”

He wished he could change course. Wished he could prevent what came next. Perhaps, if he could, then things would be different.

But no.

“Let me go after that short slaver with the dark brown hair. I want his head for orderin’ me to kill Turtle.”

There it was. The request that shattered everything. The request that would leave Allan with gaps in his memory that no amount of pondering or searching could ever fix.

He felt the shock course through his body, felt his spine stiffen and his heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry…” he heard himself say. “But I can’t allow that.”

Ears shot up, a tail bristled, sharp teeth bared, and anger blazed in those icy eyes.

“What?”

If only he could alter his words. Explain more, explain better.

Save himself.

If only.

“I can’t allow you to kill him.”

He had dreams. He had nightmares.

This hell was something else entirely.

Pupils narrowed to slits across from him, jagged scars streaking down the table as wicked claws dug into the old wood.

“Is that your final answer?”

There was red now, deep in those eyes.

He could only watch, silently scream in his head as he fought with all his might to change the memory.

“Aye, I refuse to let you go after him.”

Futile. The scene would play out as it had many nights before this one.

The woman stood, ears low and tail lashing.

“Whose side are you on, Allan? Huh? The slavers?” A snarl curled her lip, the temperature around them plummeting as ice snaked out from her hands across the table. “How disappointin’.”

The edges of the scene corrupted, bleeding red and black.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to run. Wanted to hide.

Hide from the devastation bearing down on him like a hurricane at sea.

But there was no refuge. No escape.

“There will be another time to kill him.”

He had to witness the event that would alter his fate.

Words came faster now, a distorted echo to them that sent chills down his spine.

“But I heard the other slavers talkin’! He’s goin’ on patrol tonight! I can’t pass up this opportunity to claim revenge for what he did.”

“Look, kid. I said no, and that’s final.”

“Nobody’s gonna stand in my way. Not even you. Stand down now, Allan. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He got up.

Walked over.

“I told you no, kid! That’s an order!”

“Give it up, Allan. I’m doin’ this my way. I’m killin’ him tonight and you can’t stop me. Don’t even try to.”

He got close.

Too close.

It was over fast. She winded him with a headbutt, driving him back into the wall hard enough to knock the breath from him. He didn’t even have a chance to rise to his feet, weight pinning him to the floor. A rag clamped over his mouth and nose, drowning the world in a sickly-sweet haze.

Darkness followed swiftly after, a growl echoing in his ears.

“You brought this on yourself. Sweet dreams.”

And those were the last words he ever heard from Scarlett Hyde.

Allan sat up in his bed with a gasp, cold sweat pouring down his face as he fought for breath.

Was that her now, hiding in the dark corner?

He flicked on the light, fingers struggling to grasp the knob.

Nothing, just his trenchcoat.

It was too hot. Too stifling.

Air.

He needed air!

Staggering to the porthole, he yanked it open and welcomed the sharp chill that rushed in. Allan leaned against the wall, eyes closed as he fought to catch his breath and sooth his racing heart.

After that fight, any and all memory of the Alphian ceased. He couldn’t even recall what happened once he woke up. Because they sure as hell didn’t go from being overrun by slavers to being back at their home port without any sign there was even a hostile force occupying the ship.

Only one man had memories of Scarlett that went past Allan’s; Tom.

His friend and trusty right-hand man. The closest person to Scarlett on the ship prior to her mysterious disappearance.

Allan hoped he could have shed some light on Scarlett. Maybe Scarlett somehow drove off all the slavers after knocking Allan out, accessing some type of beast mode or something. She was an alien, and could shapeshift, so it wasn’t entirely implausible.

But no.

Tom’s last memory of her was Scarlett heading off the ship into the woods. Tom had gone after her, only to find himself face to face with the same slaver Scarlett was after. The slaver attacked him, but Scarlett showed up in some animal form and attacked the slaver. She won the fight but was stabbed in the process. Tom tried dragging her back to the ship after she shifted back to that half-human form, but then his memory too went dark.

That was it. The trail ended. Went cold. With no hope of recovering the fractal memories.

Maybe Scarlett was around longer, and had some alien way of wiping their memories. Why, then, did he have any memory of her at all? If she truly aimed to wipe all memory of her existence, he should have forgotten her in totality.

Instead he was left with only partial memories and no explanation that could even remotely make sense of the event.

Every port they stopped at, every contact he knew, he asked. When Scarlett Hyde rang no bells, he tried the false name she gave at first; Ice Shadow. Still nothing.

He tried her description, her species, her family, everything.

Nothing.

As if neither she nor her species even existed in the first place.

A knock sounded on his door, and Allan turned away from the window to stare at the clock by his bed.

05:00 am.

His port watch wasn’t due for another few hours, so it couldn’t have been someone calling him for that.

“Al?”

Tom. What was he doing up this early?

Passing through his dayroom, Allan opened the door and found Tom looking almost as disheveled as himself. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Tom rubbed his arm. “It… happened again.”

Allan’s eyes widened. “Scarlett.”

Tom nodded.

Allan stood to the side to let him in. “You too, huh?”

Tom straightened, looking slightly more alert as he sat on the couch in Allan’s dayroom. “Same dream?”

“What other dream would it be?” Allan growled.

Tom wasn’t put off by his tone, but then again he never was. “What are the odds, huh?” he said in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, a weak smile accompanying the joke.

Allan wasn’t amused. “Real funny.” He leaned on the table, pushing his hair back. “This is the fifth time in two weeks,” he growled. “I do not need this. We got that proud peacock prancin’ ‘round like he owns the damn ship, orderin’ us to and fro like damn dogs. I don’t need this headache on top of it.”

“At least the captain ain’t givin’ us any issues.”

“Don’t think that old man would notice if I scuttled the damn ship,” Allan grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Probably not.” Tom tilted his head. “Don’t think the dreams mean anythin’, do ya?”

“Concurrent dreams about an alien that we both know had the power to alter dreams?” Allan said. “It’s fishy.”

“Think she’s comin’ back?”

Allan shrugged tiredly. “Hell, Tom, I don’t know.” He glared in the direction of the door. “At least Sakharine’s finally tracked down the second ship. Then we can be back at sea, and I’ll have other things to keep my mind on.”

“Yeah, can’t wait to have that guy off.” Tom shuddered. “Gives me the creeps.”

“Feelin’s mutual.” Allan stretched. “Guess I may as well get coffee, not like I’m gettin’ any more shuteye today. Want some?”

Tom nodded, stretching too. “Won’t say no.” He shuddered. “Anythin’ to keep awake after that nightmare.”

Allan understood his hesitation with going back to sleep. Tom’s dream was far worse than his, with the man being hunted down in dark woods by a slaver bent on murder. Scarlett’s animal form wasn’t exactly comforting either, Tom describing it as a large tiger-looking beast with saber teeth that was a third again the size of a normal tiger.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute. Maybe the cooks have somethin’ already.”

Tom nodded. “I’ll wait outside.”

As Tom left, and Allan headed back to his room, the first mate mumbled under his breath.

“I really hope it was just coincidence.” He punched the door open. “Because I cannot deal with anything else.”

#karaboudjan #tintin 2011 #allan thompson #tom karaboudjan #anachronism fic #my writing

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antlersofthevoid · 2 years ago

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Before The Dawn: Chapter 9; Solace.

The chapter everyone was waiting for. Also! I am taking a little break from writing as it is leading into finals week for me. Nothing is being discontinued, i've just been really overwhelmed and need some time to rest, and will be back to the normal schedule soon! {I'm no longer giving out exact dates. I'm going to try to keep these stories every week but i'm no longer promising dates and forcing myself to fulfill them when I have no energy or motivation so I don't look like a liar.} For now, if you'd like to keep up with my behind-the-scenes art and other au works/concepts, you can join my server using this link!

The server is still growing and gaining speed, but I plan on posting all of my character concepts, designs and sceneboards there as they come along!

Onto the chapter!

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Thank you for purchasing a JCJENSON Series XI GUARD Drone! For setup commands, see page 3. For troubleshooting and common system errors, turn to page 20. . . . Basic errors of a Series XI Guard Drone. -Drone is not registering voice -Misbalanced optical calibration -Refusual to follow commands -Drone is colorblind -Drone has become aggressive towards household pets… . . . . While these errors are most common and can be fixed with a simple system reboot, here are a few less common problems and their solutions!

-My drone thinks it is a human and is threatening to run away. Simply apply a JcJenson Shock Collar {Sold separately} and remind it that you are the master! If this behavior exists, please contact a certified technician to complete a factory reset on your drone. . .-My drone has started a rebellion ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕪… . . . . .

In the event that your Guard Drone refuses to follow commands and appears to be rebelling: hide in the nearest closet, dial the JcJenson Rescue hotline [1-800 HELPMENOW] and pray to your preferred higher power.

Tessa had read through every worker drone manual she could get her hands on, from the guides of the newest model, to the first models that her grandfather had built by hand. Unfortunately, there was no solution for the issue of “My drone is claming that there are demons in my rafters that are trying to eat me and will not stop trying to crawl up the walls.”

A crash from the room nextdoor made her wince. There wasn’t a single moment of the day where J wasn’t trying to claw her way up the walls to scout out the rafters, or laying in the middle of Tessa’s floor, staring up at the roof, chittering angrily to herself and rambling quietly. It worried her. It worried her a lot. She shook her head as she worked to dry out her hair. Drones were odd in general, sure, but never like this. Odd, in terms of worker drones, was a butler drone being obsessed with dogs. It was a drone with unfixable visual processors. It was Grimm, a drone without a voicebox. Odd was Cyn. J acting strange scared her, to be honest. She’d never seen her beloved guard drone in such distress and acting so erratically. Tessa kept going over her options as she fixed her hair. Her dress was more uncomfortable than usual, but it was her favorite, and she’d already made a vow to herself that she’d wear it until it fell to shreds. She had the option of taking J to the nearest facility, but she didn’t trust those technicians with her beloved companions. They were too rough, she’d seen a few manor drones before that had been taken in for simple repairs, and had come back completely catatonic, the drones who had previously been vibrant and full of energy were reduced to voiceless, trembling husks of their former selves. That wasn’t an option for J, or any of the others in her circle, not as long as she could help it. She’d have to figure out something else.

J was still in the same place she’d left her, perched on the edge of Tessa’s bed, staring up at the ceiling like a cat trained on a bird through a window. This had become near-constant. There were a few moments in the day where J would snap out of it, usually when Tessa left her room, and J followed, but whenever they returned, it was like the spell had been re-cast, and J would go right back into her alert and panicked state. “J.” She tried to get the drone’s attention, snapping her fingers as she seated herself at her desk. No response. Tessa shook her head, beginning to rifle through the books on her desk again. There had to be SOMETHING somewhere on how to snap a drone from something like this.

A gentle tap on her doorframe caught her attention, startling her and causing her to slam the manual shut. “Bad time?” Her mother leaned against her doorframe. Tessa’s shoulders relaxed and she shook her head, pointing at the manuals strewn around her desk, then to J. “Maintenance.” Louisa rolled her eyes. “We have facilities and workers for that, we pay them, you know.” Tessa shook her head as her mother cleared off the space next to her, dragging the other desk chair to her side with her leg, before sitting across from her. “Your father and I have been talking.” “If it’s about Salvadore, i’m not sorry.” Tessa kept her nose in the manual. “Tessa James. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Tessa obeyed, glancing up at her mother as she spoke. “It’s about Azariah.” Tessa cocked her head, still nervously fidgeting with her hands. "And we’ve been considering." "…a…and?" Tessa finally made eye contact. Louisa took a deep breath and fixed her posture, before allowing her shoulders to relax, and her expression softened. "..we have come to the agreement that after the…incident the other evening, Azariah-" "Zara." "-Zara, would be a..", she considered her words, "..decent consort for you." "…Meaning?" Tessa propped her chin against her hand. "Meaning we will allow this little relationship you two have seemed to form." Tessa took in her words, then realized that they had been caught long before the event, and stared down at the floor in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. "….was it that obvious?" Louisa rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair. "Don't think I haven't seen you two holding hands, and the way young Rose looks at you." She leaned down to be in her daughter's sight. "And your father isn't as blind as you think he is." Tessa opened her mouth to reply, but stopped as another thud from across the room grabbed her and her mother's attention. J had managed to claw halfway up the wall again, before losing her grip and falling onto the wooden floor below, simply laying on her back, arms curled to her chest, staring up at the rafters. "Is that one…okay?" Her mother seemed just the slightest bit concerned. "..I…I really don't know." Tessa shook her head. Louisa watched J for a moment, head following her movements as the drone sat back down in front of the wall and stared off into space. "Maybe she's just stressed." J leaned forward, pressing her face against the wall. Louisa cocked a brow. "…very stressed." Tessa nodded. "I'm going to see if I can get her to snap out of it today." "You have fun with that." Her mother shook her head in amusement, stopping to give Tessa a kiss atop the head as she left the room. Well, that was one worry down, she could kiss Zara in front of her parents now. No more Salvadore, one more to go.

Tessa took a breath and stood up. “Alright, J. What’s eating at you? "There's a demon in the rafters." "…….What?" Tessa worriedly tilted her head and craned her neck to look upward. Nothing but cobwebs and spiders and darkness. "..J, there's nothing there." "Demons. Demons in the rafters." Tessa put a hand on J's shoulder. "J." "AHTESAJAHDEMON!" “Alright, that’s it.” Tessa stood back up. “I think mother was right, the stress is starting to get to you.” “Demons.” J never removed her gaze from the ceiling. Tessa huffed, grabbing a stray blanket from her floor and wrapping it tightly around J, swaddling her and restricting her arms to her sides. "Breathe." J continued to fight for a moment, desperately trying to return to her rafter-watching fit, eventually falling limp as Tessa cradled her and kept her snuggled close to her. "There are no demons in the rafters." Tessa kissed her forehead. "…..Nightmares." J glanced up at her. "Just dreams, J." Tessa re-adjusted the drone in her lap, freeing one of her arms and holding J's hand in hers, inspecting the sharpened ends of her digits. "How long has it been since we cut these back?" J glanced down at her hands. "They're supposed to stay sharp-" "Not while you're acting like this." Tessa shook her head, shifting back onto her bed, grabbing a small metal object from the dresser, keeping it out of J's sight. "It's a safety hazard." "……." J continued to stare down at the claws she'd worked so hard to re-sharpen after the last incident. "..You cut them back when I smacked Cyn. A few months ago." "Well, reset the streak, we're doing it again." J pouted. Her entire body was shaking. "Close your eyes. It's not going to hurt." J continued to tremble, staring with an intense hatred at the little metal tool in Tessa's hand. "J." "YeAh?" Tessa kissed the top of her head. "Would I ever do anything to hurt you?" J shook her head. "..no, boss." “I'll make it easy. Let's see if you’ve been paying attention to my French studies. “Une” Tessa started. “Deux” J winced. Click. The sharpened edge of J's synthetic nail landed on the floor. “Trois!” Tessa finished counting, giving J an encouraging smile. “Now did that hurt?” J shook her head. “….no.” The other eight digits were much less stressful, with Tessa even taking a moment to clip her own fingernails back to make the drone feel better about her situation. “We’re going for a walk today.” Tessa finally unswaddled her, allowing J to stretch her arms out and inspect her newly trimmed nails. “It’ll do some good for you to get outside for a bit.” J perked up as Tessa moved to fixing her pigtails. She’d let them go for the past few days, and what was once a soft, well-kept display of synthetic silver hair, had now been reduced to a wiry mess- half of which wasn’t even being kept in place by her bows anymore. ..Maybe she did need it. ‘Just us?” J tilted her head, allowing her legs to dangle off the side of the bed. V and N would surely be busy…doing whatever they did during the day, Grimm had been stationed in the kitchen ever since the event a few nights prior {It seemed as though Prudence had taken a liking to him, after having his help in the kitchen. He hadn’t set anything on fire and had managed to help her create a few decent meals.}, and cyn…well, cyn was cyn. Tessa shook her head. “Well…no, Zara is coming with us.” Dammit. Tessa didn’t notice her scowl. “And I figured…maybe I could find another drone that would come with us, someone you can bond with- make a new friend!” J didn’t answer for a moment, considering her options. “…We can’t just take Cyn with us?” “I thought you didn’t like Cyn?” J’s eyes met Tessa’s, and she returned to glaring back at the ground after a few moments of eye contact. “I don’t.” Tessa finished putting the little bows back in J’s pigtails. “New friend it is, then. We’re going to have a relaxing walk out into the woods.” And maybe someone will drown. J thought.

“Stay.” Tessa stood up, patting J on the head as she turned to exit her room, now on a mission to find another drone to bring on their adventure. Surely her parents wouldn’t notice one of the hundreds of drones missing- especially not if she snagged one from the basement. The hardest task would be finding one that wouldn’t clash with J’s personality and spirit, she needed a balance. J’s gaze started to drift back up to the ceiling, getting stopped by Tessa the second she noticed the drone’s eyes wandering. “No.” Tessa held her face in both hands. She shook her head. “We’re making progress. You’re not going back into another fit.” Tessa grabbed the blanket she’d previously used to restrict J’s movements, unfolding it again and tossing it over the drone on her bed haphazardly. “Stay.” She repeated the command, sighing as J flopped over onto her back, still completely covered by the blanket. “That…works too.” She shook her head. “Don’t move.”

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The basement held plenty of drones. In a way, Tessa felt like an excited child picking a puppy from a pet store. Except these puppies were shy drones that shambled around in the shadows of the library, dusting off books, rearranging them, and fixing broken pieces of furniture and light fixtures that Tessa could only assume were older than the manor itself. All of the drones greeted her with fearful glances and fidgety hands, only muttering a quiet “Sorry!” or “Excuse me!” as Tessa stood in the middle of the room. Maids, butlers, all the like. She could tell their personality just by how they moved. The one in the corner was far too standoffish to be anywhere near J, she could tell by the way the others avoided him, how his shoulders tensed up when a scrawnier female drone tried to take a few books from the shelf he was picking splinters from, and how she skittered away from him. Too shy, too energetic, too picky.. Tessa felt something nudge into her, and turned around to see one of the maid drones on the floor beneath her, frantically trying to pick up a small stack of books she’d dropped. “M-Miss Tessa! I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean t-” The drone stopped speaking, and winced as Tessa leaned down to help re-stack the books, gently brushing the drone’s silver bangs from her face to get a better look at her. She’d seen this drone around before, she wasn’t specifically designated to the library. A glance at the books she’d been carrying confirmed that she was likely from the upper floors, cradling a selection of old romance novels- no doubt sent to be returned to the depths of the library by her mother. “Have you ever been outside the manor before?” “…Miss Tessa?” She carefully tilted her head upward to look at the human, who was still looking her over. “Have you?” The drone thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head, holding the books close to her chest. “N..no, I…don’t believe so. Why do you ask, Ma’am?” Tessa crouched down to be eye-level with the confused drone. “Did they give you a name?” “Do you mean my serial code?” Tessa gently grabbed the drone’s left arm, inspecting the marking band on her shoulder. SD- S1V3. “…How do you like Sive?” Tessa smiled at the drone. “Oh! I…” She thought about it again, a longer silence falling on her this time. “…Suppose I like it- but why do I need a name?” Tessa stood back up, still holding onto Sive’s hand. “You said you’ve never been outside the manor before, would you like to?” Sive glanced around at her fellow butlers and maids, able to see more than Tessa could make out in the darkness. Truth be told, she’d considered it before. She’d seen Tessa around with her drones in tow- the ones up top, and wondered what it would be like to be allowed to roam outside the walls of their home. Sive nodded. “I’d love to.”

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The backwoods of the Elliot manor were rarely seen by outsiders. The gorgeous arrangements of flowers and trees in the garden faded into overgrown vines and old, crumbling stone structures. Tessa’s favorite was the stone arch that looked like it could fall to pieces at any second, but had managed to stay upheld for god knows how many years thanks to the ivory and twisting roots of a nearby tree climbing their way up the stonework. She held Zara’s hand the entire walk through the forest, holding her close and allownig Zara to rest her head against Tessa’s side (She could have laid her head against Tessa’s shoulder, if not for the height difference).

J was unsure about Sive. She wasn’t a threat, by any means, but she felt..different. The fact that Sive had been clinging to her arm the entire time may have added onto the strange feeling. She did indeed feel less stressed, but she couldn’t decide if it was because of the sunlight on her face and the breeze against her metal skin, or the fact that someone clinging to her like their life depended on it made her feel…soft and fuzzy inside. She could only stop and watch in amusement as Sive froze the second a small creature skittered out onto the path in front of them, separating her and Sive from the two humans in front of them for a moment. Sive leaned her head against J’s shoulder and fearfully whispered, “what is that?” “That’s a squirrel.” J crossed her arms. “……..is it dangerous?” J shook her head, taking Sive’s hand. “You don’t get out much, do you?” “I’ve never left the manor!” Sive pouted, never letting go of J’s arm. “It’s not as bad as it seems.” And J let her hold on. “…But the books.” Sive looked around. “What books?” Sive stopped to inspect a patch of flowers alongside the trail, pointing at them. "…..Dangerous, right?” “Some flowers are- but only if you eat them.” J leaned down to pick one of the flowers, holding it up for Sive to inspect it. “This is a Creek Lilly Pilly.” “You’re kidding!” Sive snickered. “I’m serious, that’s what they’re called!” J held the flower closer to Sive, letting her hold it in her own hands, inspecting the petals. “The flowers bloom into fruit.” “And those are edible, right?” Sive tilted her head as J nodded. “Well- not right now. That’s just a flower.” J smiled. “….Then…what can you do with the flower?” Sive stared down at the plant in her hands. “Well, usually you just let them grow, but, if you think they’re pretty on their own..” J took the flower from Sive’s hands, gently placing the stem in a clump of the other drone’s curled hair. Damn, she’s pretty. “…It’s really nice when you put it in people’s hair. Makes them prettier. ” Sive blushed. “………y…you think i’m pretty?” J opened her mouth to reply, both drones freezing as Zara’s laughter interrupted the silence around them. Tessa had found a set of more vibrant flowers up ahead, and had placed one in Zara’s hair, just above her ears, and was posed as though she’d made some sort of flirty remark to Zara. And then they kissed.

“…Are you alright?” J hadn’t noticed Sive’s hand on her shoulder. “..Yeah. I’m fine.” She lied. Sive yelped as J grabbed her hand this time, pulling her along to catch up with Tessa and Zara, stopping once they had gotten close enough to make sure she still had the flower in her hair. The lake was Tessa’s second favorite part of the land. The trees faded into short greenery and stones, before completely clearing into a shallow bank with crystal clear waters that stretched out and wove through the countryside. The mountains were visible above the trees, the peaks reaching far above the clouds. “That was it?” Zara excitedly glanced up at Tessa as she sat cross-legged on one of the rocks that overlooked the water, watching Tessa dig around on the ground for a stone that was suitable enough to skip over the water. “That was it.” Tessa repeated to confirm, finally finding a smooth, flat rock. “No ‘You are a disgrace to the Elliot name!’ or ‘How dare you fall in love with a girl You’ve brought dishonor to the family!!” Tessa bent her arm back over her shoulder, winding up to throw the stone. “Just-” She whipped her arm forward, flicking her wrist at the arc of her throw, watching in amusement as the rock skipped once, twice- three times, before sinking into the water. She turned to Zara, who clapped as she bowed playfully. “As simple as that.” “I thought you’d get disowned.” Zara politely placed her hands in her lap, scooting over so Tessa could sit beside her. Tessa shook her head. “Nah. I’m the only heiress they’ve got, I think they’re just happy they don’t have a funeral bill to pay for.” Zara winced. “…is he…okay?” “Salvadore?” Tessa scoffed. “Please, his parents have a personal doctor- apparently they pay big money for him. He could lose a kidney and they’d have it replaced within a week.” Zara nudged her shoulder. Tessa rolled her eyes. “He’s fine. J broke everything between his wrist and fingers.” She laid her head against Zara’s. “Poor wittle baby can’t play on his tennis team for a few months.” She pouted teasingly at Zara, who snickered and playfully punched Tessa’s arm. “You’re horrible!” She teased. “D’aww, you don’t mean that. You know you love me.” Tessa smirked, leaning in to press her nose against hers. Zara closed the gap. “Always, Tessa.”

CRACK “….what are they doing?” Sive cocked her head to the side, sitting cross-legged in a patch of grass, sitting on a smaller overlook just above Zara and Tessa, turning her head away from them, focusing on J- who had been throwing rocks at the trees behind them. Another branch snapped. J poked her head over the edge and scowled. “They’re kissing.” “Oh!” Sive watched them again for a few moments. “…Is that..normal?” “To them.” J picked up another stone, flinging it off into the bushes past the trees. “It’s stupid.” Sive focused her gaze solely on J now. “Why do you say that? Is there something wrong with them kissing?” J grumbled something under her breath, plopping down in the grass beside Sive. “Because they’re in love.” She crossed her arms. “..In…love?” J glanced up at Sive. “Yeah, it’s- …..” How do I explain this? “Humans are…a lot…different than us, they have complex emotions and they sometimes…feel attached to other humans. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, I think.” J stared up at the sky. “..And sometimes…when humans have feelings for each other, they get together. They live together, they share a bed and a house together, and they kiss.” Sive kept her head tilted, looking at J with genuine curiosity and interest. “..And why do they kiss? Is it a dominance act?” “No, no, nothing like that.” She shook her head. “They kiss to show affection. It’s…a way of saying ‘hey, you mean a lot to me.’ And they don’t always kiss at first! Sometimes you fall in love right from the start- like they did-” J gestured to the two humans below them- “And sometimes it takes months- or years. Some people never fall in love.” Sive frowned. “Never?” “Never.” “…That’s..sad. Love makes humans happy, right?” J nodded. “Love isn’t just romance, humans can feel love from family or friends, Like how Tessa loves me and V and the others, but a lover is…different, I guess.” “…Have you ever been in love?” Sive caught her off-guard with the question. She noticed a hint of a digital blush on Sive’s visor, and she knew by now that she was blushing as well. “Me? Oh, no, no. Some of the butlers have tried, but no.” “Oh…..” Sive looked down. “…Hey, J?” “Hm?” J leaned aganist the rock Sive was sitting on, closing her eyes. She felt a weight against her side, and then heard the grass rustle beside her. And the Sive laid her head against J’s side. She curiously opened her eyes, seeing that innocent gaze staring back up at her. “…Is it…okay that I feel like I love you?”

She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d felt soft and fuzzy ever since Tessa had walked into the room with Sive. She was pretty, god was she pretty. The way she tried to make herself look smaller, how she held onto J during the day, the way she tilted her head at everything that interested her and how curious she was and- If Tessa and Zara had fallen for each other within a day, surely the same could be done with a drone. But was she even allowed to? This wasn’t her purpose. She wasn’t supposed to have her own desires or dreams. She was only supposed to protect Tessa, anything else was a distraction, a failure.

“..Is this what love feels like?” J nearly choked on her words as she responded. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. “..I…I guess…so?”

She was safe. Sive was a grounding point. She’d managed to forget about the previous events and the nightmares, she’d been so focused on Sive for the majority of the day, watching her explore, hearing her laugh, feeling her hands holding tightly onto her arms. She wondered if this was how Tessa felt when she was around Zara, being the stronged one of the duo, feeling the need to protect the smaller one, to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to hold onto her. Maybe this was why V could never stay off of N, why they were always holding hands and snuggling up to each other- because V never seemed to have a care in the world. Sometimes J wondered if V really would care if they ever got abandoned, as long as she had N.

“….J?” “Mmmmhm?” J absentmindedly nuzzled her head against the side of Sive’s. Sive glanced over the edge for a moment, watching Zara and Tessa converse, then back to J. “….Can I kiss you?”

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“That’s a star, you goof.” “No, no! It’s a planet! See, if you just look at it this way-” Tessa waited as Zara craned her neck to look up at the stars that started to appear in the sky as the sun dipped behind the trees. “I still don’t see it. That’s a star.” Zara shook her head. “Maybe, but you still fell for it.” Tessa lunged forward, throwing her arms around Zara and delivering a kiss underneath Zara’s chin, landing a quick kiss on the side of her neck as well, causing Zara to squeal and squirm in her grasp. “That’s cheating!!” Zara protested, burying her face in Tessa’s chest in embarrassment. “It’s not my fault you keep falling for it!” Tessa snickered, kissing the top of Zara’s head. “We’ve been out here all day. You think it’s time to head back?” Tessa glanced up at the sky. “Probably.” Zara kissed the side of Tessa’s chin. “Gotcha.” “Oh, please, let you have that one.” Tessa teased, letting go of Zara and stretching, watching the fireflies beginning to dance over the water. “..Have you seen J and Sive? I haven’t seen them in a bit.” Zara looked around, standing up and gently stretching her own joints. “They didn’t already head back, did they?” Tessa shook her head. “J wouldn’t leave me out here. They’re around somewhere, we just have to find them.” She took Zara’s hand, leading her around the edge of the bank and up onto the rocks. “Careful” She warned. “It’s a little harder to maneuver in the dark.” Zara held onto her. “No kidding. I can’t see a th-” She gasped as her leg slipped between a few loose rocks, frantically attempting to regain her balance, before ultimately losing and sliding down towards the water, taking Tessa with her. They tumbled for a moment, both landing just enough into the shallow water to soak up to their hips. Zara’s head landed on a patch of grass, thankfully, wincing and groaning in pain as she lay there for a moment. And then she felt the weight of Tessa on top of her. “….Y’know, if you wanted more snuggles, all you had to do was ask.” She teased. Now furiously blushing, Zara curled her hands to her chest, staring up at Tessa as she kept her unintentionally pinned down. “…You look really pretty from this angle~” Zara squeaked in embarrassment. “I’m serious, the moonlight really highlights your freckles.” Tessa leaned down to kiss Zara’s nose, stopping to catch her own breath and make sure neither of them had any broken limbs. “…You good?” She sat back, offering a hand to Zara. “Anything hurt?” “Just my pride.” She winced again. “…A little sore.” Tessa flopped back onto the grass. “…Maybe we can wait a few more minutes.” “Please.” Zara happily sighed, rolling onto her stomach, not caring at all that her dress had now been stained by the grass and water. She let her chin rest on Tessa’s chest, closing her eyes and nuzzling into her girlfriend as Tessa wrapped her arms around Zara and held her close. There were four bodies on the riverbank that night, two drones, and two humans. And there were four souls full of love.

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: Sive. Love. Love, Sive, Sive love, Love, Love. J had been pacing ever since they returned home. Sive had returned to her duties of cleaning out James’ office {Though Tessa had promised her that she’d be seeing J a lot more often}, but J kept thinking about her.

“I know that look. J’s in love.” Cyn watched J pacing around the common area of the manor, sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by markers and pieces of paper that she and V were scribbling on. “She seems a lot happier! ..y’know, minus the pacing.” V nodded.

Is this right? Is this okay? Am I supposed to feel this way? No, it has to be a malfunction- but we kissed! I love her, we kissed! She held my hand we told each other goodnight! She had resorted to biting at what was left of her claws, deep in throught as she paced around the furniture. Too deep in thought to notice when Zara entered, until she ran headfirst in to the human.

“J!” Her excited and flustered demeanor was immediately replaced by a scowl. “Miss Rose.” J forced a smile. “Have you seen Tessa around? I meant to give her something that I found on our walk today!” Bitebitebitebitekillkillbite J shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen her since we got home. I assumed she was with you.” Zara frowned, looking J over for a moment. “…Are you alright?” “What do you care?” J hissed. It finally hit the surface. She couldn’t bite it back anymore. “J?” Zara worriedly tilted her head, worriedly reaching a hand out to place it on the drone’s shoulder. “Is everything okay? Did I do something wr-” J’s teeth just barely missed Zara’s palm. The human yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards. “Don’t fucking touch me.” J hissed, taking a threatening step forwards. “All of this is your fault.” She could see the fear in the human’s eyes. “What are you talking about?” Zara held her hands up in defense, now backed against the wall.

“Wait.” Cyn grabbed V’s arm, stopping the drone from ripping J apart. “She’s going to kill her!” V hissed. Cyn shook her head. “Let this play out. If she hurts Zara, we kill her.” “You’re taking Tessa away! With you here, she won’t need us anymore, and you’re going to make her get rid of us!” J inched closer. She stopped moving when she noticed the tears dripping down Zara’s cheeks. She’d made her cry. That….wasn’t the intention. The room fell silent, save for Zara’s shaky breaths. J wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it. And then Zara spoke. If the room hadn’t been silent, she wouldn’t have been heard at all. ..and it…hurt. The way her voice shook. Something in J’s processor hated the fear in the human’s voice, the hurt. “…you….you really think I want you gone…?”

Zara had tried to be friendly, but J always shoved her off. Why get close to the person that’s going to take your only friend away from you? J never took her eyes off her, even as Zara lowered herself to the ground and buried her face in her knees. “..Why would I ever…? …N-no.” Zara shook her head, finally looking back up at J. “..I want Tessa to be happy- and you and N and V and Cyn- you’re a part of what makes her happy. I’m not going to take that away from her- never!” J’s shoulders untensed. “Why do you hate me?” It was a genuine question. J took a breath and looked down. “…Tessa’s been more interested in you. You’re always right beside her- she’s always looking at you.” Zara wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her dress. “…Because I’ve never had someone love me like Tessa.” And then it clicked. Zara was like Sive. They’d both been deprived of love. Neither truly knew what it was like to feel wanted- to feel loved and needed. J had always had a place. N, V, Cyn and Grimm, even before Tessa found them, they’d been loved. J finally noticed the scars on Zara’s shoulders, and the bruise just below her right eye. “I’m not trying to take her away from any of you- none of you are getting replaced, I just..” Zara glanced down. “…I’m scared that if I let go of her for too long, she’s going to leave me.” More uncomfortable minutes of silence. New feelings washed over J. Sympathy. Guilt. Fear, She shook her head. “..Tessa wouldn’t do that.” J cautiously inched closer, sitting down beside Zara and laying her head against the human’s side. “…..Promise me.” Zara tilted her head, looking down at the drone as she forced her way into Zara’s arms, now sitting her lap, nose-to-nose with her. “Promise me you aren’t going to take Tessa away or make her get rid of us.” Zara sniffled and nodded, brushing away a few more tears. “I promise.” “Swear on your life?” “Swear on my life.” Zara raised a hand giving J a little scratch on the head, quietly giggling as J leaned into the touch and cuddled up to Zara, staring off into space as Zara worked to calm herself down more. She considered her actions. Okay so maybe V was right. Maybe I was a little unreasonable. She let the purr coming from her throat be a sign of contentment and forgiveness for the human. “…Hey, Zara?” “Yeah, J?” J Sheepishly looked up at her. “..Tessa’s in her room reading. And I’m sorry I pushed you and V down the stairs.” “Wait, what?”

#before the dawn updates #murder drones #before the dawn #murder drones fanfiction

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idleglowingpixels · 2 years ago

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I Started Typing A Regular Post When Oops It Turned Into An Update Post (Mainly about MH-AU & XXY)

Just spent the last couple hours give-or-take on completing Cleo's profile, which I'm excited to be releasing later today! Her post is scheduled to release around noon EDT (I scheduled Lagoona's and it made things a lot easier to post her at a reasonable hour so I'm doing that from now on cause OH MY GOD :'D). She will be the last in the current set of character designs/bios I have prepared.

I have one teensy tiny more MH-AU goodie for Halloween before I get back to XXY full-time (dw I have been working on it in the background, progress has just been super slow cause I'm trying to finish the fic's outline). I will still be working on the MH-AU, don't get me wrong, just not as my top priority cause my PPG followers have been patient enough with me for more XXY content. I do plan on making another series of character design/bios, this time focusing on the mansters since they actually serve a purpose in the fics other than "the boyfriend" (Sorry they didn't do too much in a majority of the movies okay, I love them in the webisodes tho!). And once Cleo's post drops, I'll make a masterpost for the MH-AU since there's enough out now that I feel it necessary; keeps all the lore organized and junk. I'll have it linked in my general masterpost for quick access should anyone need it for reference. If they are updated at all later on, I'll make a post about it.

My current oneshot WIPs for the MH-AU are: - My equivalent to G1's New Ghoul @ School (tbh I might just use that name cause it's so iconic and I can't really come up with anything better lol), which might end up becoming a SMALL multichapter should it require that (3-6 Chapters max). There's a lot that goes on in Frankie's first week, more than the original series of mishaps unfortunately (poor Frankie :'D), and it also sets up a lot of stuff prior to the first week of school for them that I think is super important to their character. - Taking A Lycan To New Salem (Working Title), a short story about one of Clawdeen's human-side escapades gone wrong. (I want to talk about this one SO BAD but alas, it'll have to wait til I finish the fic. I'm already 1k words into it!) And I have several more in mind that I can't wait to write and share. Until then, I'll keep you guys posted!

(Random side note: I had no idea how many of these characters were gonna have a criminal record like holy shit dgfhgsddfg)

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I've been in a super artsy mood so if I can manage to actually complete a sketch of the team, I really wanna post a drawing of XXY as a whole (I tend to ditch my sketches after 1-2 characters are drawn q-q). I also really wanna draw the "Normie Trio/3" as I call them, consisting of Robin, Mitch and Mike. I eventually wanna draw more characters that get redesigns from age, alterations in the case of the reboot villains, and such, but I think I just needed to get into the art mood again cause now I actually plan to do these things! :D

Also, while progress has been slow, I'm gonna assume from my current status that I'll be able to complete XXY's next batch probably around the end of this year, to be released in January. I'm so sorry to delay its release to January, but please understand I am really passionate about this story and wanna make it the best (and most fun) I can make it. And I'm not gonna go out and say "hey this is exactly how many chapters there'll be," but I might end up making about 70 chapters total including all the intermission/MultiPOV chapters, but that remains to be seen.

I do have good news for you guys, however; considering where the story is headed, I've realized I'm gonna need to throw in another intermission chapter at the end of this batch, with a new character's POV! They haven't shown up yet, and won't until that chapter, but believe me when I say I am VERY VERY excited to write it and I really love this character. The chapter name for them is super appropriate too lol.

While I'm here I'm gonna drop the chapter titles, as they don't really reveal anything. The previous theme was weather patterns, focusing on the coming and going of rain and shine. This one's flowers!

Chapter 8 - Gladiolus Chapter 9 - Hyacinth Chapter 10 - Spearmint Chapter 11 - Coriander Chapter 12 - Hibiscus Chapter 13 - Violet Chapter 14 - Jasmine Tobacco

Hope all the little tidbits I shared hold you guys over and get you excited for the coming months. Thanks as always for your patience!

#linposts #monster high au #xxy #blog update

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mitsuyeaah · 2 years ago

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SHAMELESS

RINDOU HAITANI x f! reader

“there’s just inches in between us, i want you to give in. there is tension in between us, i just wanna give in.”

cw: college au, mutual pining, slight angst (?), sexual tension, nsfw (minors dni), slight smut, dumb rindou, ran & sanzu cameo!! only proofread like once

word count: 7.5k

a/n: very first fic here on tumblr, inspired by shameless by camila cabello. a bit nervous to post this buut hope you guys enjoy!! i appreciate feedback! © divider: bushiroad

The sound of squeaking wheels filled your ears as you pushed the library book cart down the aisle, along with the occasional sound of turning of pages, the soft click clack of keyboards, and the quiet murmurs of students in a study session. It was half-past four in the afternoon which meant only 30 more minutes until your shift ended, but that didn’t really matter at the moment as your manager said you could go home early if all the returned books were taken back to their designated shelves.

You looked down at the black book cart, which now housed only one book that belonged to the music collection of the library; ‘Principles of Audio Production’ it read, in bold white letters. A small smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you made your way to the other end of the library, passing students either seated at study desks, and doing their own thing or students just simply looking for a book.

As you get to the music department, you immediately know which aisle the book belongs to, after all, you knew this department like the back of your hand. After it was neatly placed in its designated shelf and the book cart stored away in the storage room at the back, you headed for the small office on the ground floor to grab your belongings, and end your shift for the week.

You were only working part-time at your university library to at least ease the bills your parents had to pay, so you only came in during Wednesdays and Fridays as those were the days your schedule wasn't packed.

You bid goodbye to one of your co-workers who was manning the front desk, a beige knapsack secured against your back as you made your way out of the building. Walking past the glass sliding doors, you were met with a sudden cold gust of wind, your hair flying everywhere but away from your face. Mentally cursing the wind, you tried to tame your hair to see what’s ahead of you but it’s as if mother nature was playing tricks on you and decided that one more harsh blow of the wind was needed.

With the wind finally calming down after its small ‘tantrum’, you were finally able to see your surroundings, unobstructed and clearly. You caught a familiar figure on your left, leaning against the building with both hands tucked securely in the pants of his pockets, amethyst eyes already on you.

Rindou.

He was sporting a black hoodie and blue dark washed denim pants, his purple hair also swaying with the wind, effortless yet breathtaking. Rindou pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps before he was facing you, right arm extended out with his black sleeves slightly pushed back to reveal a singular black hair tie circling his wrist, “Here.” Rindou nudged his arm closer to you, indicating to take the hair tie.

You briefly met his eyes to give him a small smile and mutter a “Thanks.” before removing the hair tie off his wrist, making contact with the dark ink that decorated his outer arm.

You never really saw his full tattoo apart from the one on his right arm when he would occasionally wear short-sleeved shirts on warmer weathers, but you did know that it continued to the right side of his chest and down to his right ankle. It was only because you hung out with him once after his gym session where he was sporting shorts and a black muscle tee that exposed maybe a little too much for your sanity, you weren’t complaining though.

“Don’t mention it. You looked like you were fighting for your life back there.” Rindou chuckled as he stuffed his right hand back into his pocket, watching you tie your hair in a ponytail. It's not the first time he’s given you a hair tie on an extremely windy day, but there’s just something different nowadays. Something you felt deep in your chest that you can’t quite pinpoint or clearly describe what exactly it is.

No, you can describe what it is, but you refused to acknowledge it because of this lingering question in your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and began walking, “No shit. I hate windy days so much.” you grumbled while shaking your head at the afternoon weather; gray clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by the harsh autumn winds.

It was routine for Rindou to wait for you until your shift finished, sometimes he would be hanging out in the music department of the library, absorbing various contents related to his studies while he waited. Other days he would be waiting outside the building like he did today, always unpredictable but that’s what you loved about him.

You never forced Rindou to wait for you after your shifts, he just turned up one day and decided that he was going to continue doing it just because.

Rindou didn’t hesitate to match your pace as you two walked back toward the dormitories, “How was work? Busy?” he angled his face towards you, a small shiver running down his spine as another gust of wind blew. Maybe he should’ve worn something warmer than just a black hoodie.

You shook your head, staring ahead of you, “Nah, it wasn’t too busy in the library since it is a Friday. I think students would rather enjoy the start of the weekend than spend their afternoon holed up in the library.” Rindou didn’t really focus on your reply to his question, instead, he focused on the way your brows slightly furrowed because of the cold, the way your hair danced as the wind carried it, the way your eyes held light in them despite the gloomy weather, the way your lips moved with every word—

“Rindou?” He was brought back from his trance after you called out his name several times, “W-what?” his gaze immediately shifted from your lips to your eyes. You slightly shook your head to make a face, “I said, how come you have so many spare hair ties? Do you buy them just for me?” you teased him, wriggling your brows in a suggestive manner.

Rindou looked away too fast for his liking but replied with, “Shut up, I only bring some because I use them too. They’re not specifically for you.” He was met with laughter which made him return his gaze back to you, you were still looking at him but this time a teasing smile now dawned upon your face, brows furrowed but not because of the wind but because of confusion.

“You tie your mullet? I literally have never seen you do that.” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes, he ignored your question by changing the topic, “Oh that’s right, Ran wanted to meet up with you later for that assignment you guys were working on?”

Now it was your turn to scoff, you had totally forgotten about the assignment due at midnight. Now here you are, sulking about having to cancel tonight’s plan of binge watching movies because of a stupid assignment. The assignment wasn’t really that important as it was from one of your general education courses, but it would be nice to see good grades on your transcript. Plus, Ran was a slight perfectionist underneath his playful personality.

Although Ran was a year older than you and was doing a completely different degree, you two became friends because of the shared general education course you both took, a course not offered by both your respective faculties.

Ran was a business major and in his last year of studies but that didn’t stop you two from creating an unforgettable friendship. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that! Is he back at the dorms? I might just go to him now so we can finalize the assignment.” Rindou nodded, and you both headed for their shared dorm.

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“I honestly don’t even know why I took this shit! Rindou, you said this was going to be easy.” Ran loudly complained, his brows furrowed and lips downturned as he ran his fingers through his short purple hair. You and Ran were sitting across one another at their dining table, laptops in front of you with a shared google doc pulled up.

The general education course you and Ran had taken was an Arts paper which taught the history of music, so now you and Ran were stuck writing about music. You honestly didn’t even know why you chose this course in the first place. Rindou chuckled as he brought over two cups of coffee from the kitchen, setting one beside your laptop and taking a sip out of the other. “Where’s mine?” Ran questioned, his frown deepening as he anticipated his hot drink, his eyes following his younger brother as he took a seat beside you.

“You have hands, make your own.” Rindou mumbled, eyes were glued to your laptop screen, he scooted his chair closer so he could get a better look at what you and Ran were working on.

As Rindou leaned closer, his cologne engulfed your nostrils, the scent you’ve grown to love over the past few months; it was sweet but mixed with an earthy aroma. It took all your willpower not to slightly lean away from the man, you weren’t uncomfortable with the closeness but he does unexplainable things to you every single time he comes close. You nervously bit your lip as you could now feel the heat his body radiated.

Ran narrowed his eyes at Rindou–who was still getting closer to you–and shifted his eyes to you, frozen on the wooden seat and eyes abnormally glued to the laptop, he mentally laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him before speaking up again.

“Okay, last time I checked, it was our study session. You’re not even a part of this.” He rested his chin on the palm of his right hand while his left hand scrolled up and down the shared document. Rindou replied, still not looking at his brother “And last time I checked, you needed my help. Plus, this is basically related to what I’m studying so I’m staying here.”

Rindou majored in Music Business which was the study of songwriting, entrepreneurial practices, and revenue flow. He was in second year just like you and you only knew him because of his older brother, and have met him countless of times during your study sessions back at their dorm.

Unlike with Ran, It took quite a while to build a friendship with Rindou as he was more introverted and closed off, but it was worth it since he’s been nothing but a wonderful friend to you. Sometimes you question if he sees you more than one due to the countless times he’s acted towards you.

A smirk made its way across Ran’s face, Rindou could see it from his peripheral vision, a smile too wide for the younger’s liking but he decided to ignore it, “Are you sure it’s not because of…” Ran trailed off as Rindou finally looked up at his older brother with a glare, their eyes briefly meeting before Ran shifted his gaze over to you–who was still looking at the shared document–and back to Rindou, lifting a brow. Little shit, Rindou thought.

If looks could kill, Ran would be dead right now. Rindou was practically sending daggers across the table and toward his older brother, although this only entertained Ran even more as he bursted out laughing while throwing his head back. His behaviour snapped you out of your thoughts, your confused gaze shifting between the two siblings, the one beside you was scowling while the other across from you was still laughing. Typical Haitani siblings behaviour.

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After a chaotic but productive study session, you were supposed to be on your way back to your own dorm but instead, you were walking to the convenience store under a small shared umbrella with Rindou while the rain poured non-stop.

It was quarter to seven in the evening and you were craving for something sweet, the sky was much darker than it was before and the gusts of wind now colder than the afternoon ones. “I could’ve managed on my own..” you mumbled against the brown scarf wrapped around your neck that Rindou had pulled from his closet, it smelled like him, so everytime you inhaled, his scent engulfed your nostrils.

“There’s no way in hell I would leave you alone, especially with the weather this bad. ‘Sides, it’s already dark out— goodness, come here! You’re getting your clothes wet.” Rindou wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your right arm flushed against his side.

You thought that once he was done pulling you closer to him, he’d remove his arm from your waist but he didn’t. He firmly kept his arm around you for the whole trip to the convenience store, like it was meant to be there and you swear you could feel his burning touch through your thick clothes, it was so warm, he was so warm; such a nice contrast from the cold autumn night.

It was always like this with Rindou ever since you met him. He would always behave in such a way that would make you question your status with him, was this really you two being just friends? There were days where he wouldn’t test the boundary of your friendship, but there were also some days that he would, and boy did he test it to the max.

Those days were the days where he would be needier than usual and ask for things that friends definitely didn't do.

“I’m so tired, ‘s okay if I rest on you for a bit?” He asked you one time but he didn’t wait for your answer and also didn’t hesitate to lean his head against your left shoulder.

You two were both at the library at that time, you were watching the lecture you missed out on while he… was just chilling. You two stayed that way until you literally had to tell Rindou that your shoulder was becoming tired, and he needed to wake up; it led to him apologizing and massaging the shoulder he leaned on, it felt nice. Really nice, too nice. Nice enough that you just had to let out a breathy sigh because of how good it felt, “Fuck, that actually feels so good.” you slightly tilted your head to the right to give him more access.

Rindou swallowed at your behaviour and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, Fuck, he thought, something deep inside stirring like a storm waiting to rage. “Yeah?” was all he could muster, he couldn’t think properly, not when you looked so pretty and responsive to his touches.

Another time was when he asked you if he could hold your hand because he felt down–whatever that meant–and you did let him, for some odd reason. Sometimes there would also be his stares that lingered around your face for too long, specifically your lips; he wouldn’t even try to hide it at some point, a weird glint in his eyes as he stared at your soft lips.

You would ask him ‘what?’ and he would just shrug and say ‘so pretty’. Sometimes there would just be comfortable silence between the two of you while you both sat inside his car, just basking in silence when he would ask if you wanted to come with him during his night drives.

And ever since those days, the boundary between friendship and lovers was becoming more and more blurry and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do with the question that has been lingering in your mind ever since the day he tested the boundaries.

The warmth that his body radiated comforted you so much, it made you forget about everything else. The people around you, the cars driving past, the loud pattering of the rain against the umbrella, and the coldness of the night. God, you wanted to be this close to him for the rest of your life. Or maybe even closer–

Wait what? What the fuck am I thinking? You thought to yourself.

You shook your head slightly as if it would dissipate the storm of thoughts clouding your mind, Rindou noticed your movement and looked down at you, “You okay?” a glint of concern dawning upon his pretty amethyst eyes, oh to get lost in them forever. “Hm? Yeah… just a bit cold ‘s all.” you replied, which made Rindou tighten his grip around you. “We're almost there.”

Rindou shook off the excess water from the umbrella and shoved it inside a small metal basket provided by the convenience store while you both entered. “I’m going to have a look around too, maybe ask Ran if he wants anything.” you nodded at him before going your separate ways inside the store.

After grabbing several sweets–that you’re probably going to devour all by tonight–you decided it was also a good idea to stock up on some food and necessities for your dorm. Rindou appeared out of nowhere and took your basket, placing a few things he got for him and his older brother, “You almost done?”

You nodded before placing a box of hair dye inside the plastic basket that Rindou now held in his hand. He squinted at the packaging which read ‘pink’, were you about to dye your hair pink? He didn’t question your intentions but it did make him a tad bit curious.

“I’ll pay for this.” and with that, he wordlessly turned around and started walking to the counter before you could protest. “Rindou, I know you’re as broke as I am. Let me just pay for my things!” you walked faster to catch up to him, but the clerk already began to scan and bag the items.

“We’ll split the payment!” you told the clerk, and stood beside Rindou, a hand encasing around his wrist in case he tried to pay for all the things himself. Your touch made Rindou flustered more than it should have, it was nothing but a simple touch, so why was he acting like a teenage boy? God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.

After finally getting around to splitting the bill, you and Rindou thanked the clerk as he handed you two bags and headed for the exit, not forgetting to take the wet umbrella from the basket at the entrance. “Holy shit, it’s gotten worse.” Rindou looked up at the pitch black sky, one hand holding the bags and the other holding the opened umbrella.

The rain was now pouring harder which made it hard to clearly see the surroundings, it also didn’t help that it was now darker out. “I told you I could manage on my own. Your dorm is farther from here than mine.” you sighed as you inched closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his body.

Before he could respond, you opened your mouth again, “You know what? I can’t let you go back with the weather like this. You can stop by my place first and wait it out, it’s only… quarter-past seven. I live alone, so it's okay.” you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your jacket after checking the time. Rindou absent-mindedly nodded, “Mhm, yeah, you’re right— wait what?” he quickly turned his head to you but you were already pulling him toward the direction of your dormitories.

Holy fuck. Rindou thought to himself.

He’s never been inside your dorm. Yeah, he’s been in the building a couple of times to drop you off or pick you up but he has never been physically inside your room, it was always you coming over to the shared dorm with his older brother or just simply hanging out somewhere around the campus for study sessions and whatnots. Rindou would be lying to himself if he said his mind wasn’t playing hundreds of scenarios of what would happen once you two get inside your dorm, he wants to curse himself for thinking that way but he just can’t help it, not when you literally drive him crazy.

Rindou didn’t notice that the both of you had already arrived in the building and was now standing in front of your door, you swiped your ID card on the reader and it made a little noise before you opened the door. He took in your room, it wasn’t decorated as much and looked like your typical university dorm but it was cozy, it was definitely smaller than his and Ran’s but it made sense as this was only built to accommodate one person.

“Did you… want anything? Water? Something to eat?” you asked Rindou as you made your way to your kitchen to set the bags down on the counter after taking your shoes and scarf off, before he could respond, a knock caught both of your attention. Were you having someone else over tonight? Rindou thought. A slight pang of jealousy made its way to his chest.

You walked past him and opened the door, Rindou took a few steps closer as well, curious to see who would be knocking at your door at this time; a pink haired man came into view as you swung the door open. Who the fuck dyes their hair pink? Rindou thought to himself, but he couldn’t really say much, not with the purple hair he had.

“Oh, hey! Did you manage to get that thing I asked about? So sorry for making you run an errand for me— Oh… am I interrupting something?” the stranger’s turquoise eyes darted between you and Rindou, slight embarrassment dawning upon his pretty face.

“Shit, thanks for reminding me, and yes, I did manage to buy. Also, Rindou, this is Haruchiyo, he lives next door. Haru, this is Rindou, a friend of mine. I’ll be right back, I’ll grab it real quick.” you quickly introduced both men to one another before leaving them two alone to grab the item Haru asked you to buy. Rindou awkwardly cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his nape, “So uh… what’s your major?”.

Haruchiyo, who was mindlessly fidgeting with his hands, looked up at Rindou “Hm? Oh, Chemistry. The same as her.” he answered, pointing a finger in your general direction. Rindou slowly nodded, letting out a small ‘oh’ at the information, if he was being honest, Rindou could care less about this man in front of him but you were taking too long to find the damn item Haruchiyo asked you to buy, so he had to act like he was interested in the stranger in front of him.

Before Rindou could open his mouth for another question–in which he wouldn’t be interested in the answer–to the pink haired man in front of him, you finally came back with the item Haru had asked you to buy. It was the hair dye he saw you place into the basket earlier, pink hair dye.

Oh, so that’s what the hair dye was for…, Rindou thought. Haruchiyo smiled and eagerly grabbed the small box as you handed it over to him, “A life saver, Thanks! I’ll get going now and transfer you the money… Nice meeting you, Rindou.” Rindou gave him a nod of acknowledgement before Haruchiyo left.

Rindou couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like Haruchiyo, not one bit. Maybe it was the way his turquoise eyes lit up when you came back into the view, or maybe it was because you two were practically living next door, or maybe it was basically a given that you and Haruchiyo see each other almost every day as you’re both doing the same major—

What the actual fuck, Rindou. Get your shit together. He mentally cursed himself.

“How long have you known him for?” Rindou asked as he followed you further into your dorm, he pulled a wooden chair out from the dining table which scraped the wooden floor a little too loud, Rindou winced at the sound before sitting on the chair. “Hm? I’ve known Haru since first year…” you explained your friendship with Haruchiyo to him while sorting the things you bought, but he didn’t really listen because the only thing in his mind was the nickname you gave the pink haired man.

Haru.

Why didn’t he get a nickname? He wanted a nickname.

Before Rindou could finally reply, you were already giving him a confused look, “You okay? Been spacing out a lot… also, did you want to watch a movie to pass time?” you walked over to your small living room and sat on the two-seater couch, the black leather creaking under your weight. Rindou stood up from his seat and awkwardly padded over to where you were, “Yeah, I’m fine.” he sat next to you, shoulders brushing against one another.

“What movie did you want to wat—” “Some girl in my class asked me out today.” he cut you off, it was true, a classmate had asked him out after one of his classes today and he has yet to give an answer. Rindou didn’t know why he brought it up, he just felt like he had to but he didn’t know for exactly what reason. His sudden confession caught you off guard. You met his stare, amethyst eyes unwavering, there it was again, that weird glint in his eyes.

You don’t know how long you two looked into each other's eyes, one, two, three or more seconds? Until you finally spoke up, uncertainty in your tone, “Congrats?... what did you say?” you shifted your gaze to your fingers, picking on your nails. To be very honest, you weren’t happy for him. Not one bit.

You were jealous, you wished you had the courage that girl did but you didn’t, and now someone else is out there trying to claim him. Your Rindou. But then again, you didn’t know where your status stood with him, he never clarified what you two were because after the days that he tested the boundaries, he would act indifferent, like he didn’t just hold your hand the other day, like he didn’t almost kiss you. For fucks sakes, you were confused as hell.

You didn’t know what to make of the information but it had you wanting to hear his answer more than anything. Had he said yes? What if he did and they’d already gone on a date before he came by the library today? My goodness you were so fucking pathetic for hiding your feelings for Rindou. You wanted to pull your hair out because the possibility of Rindou saying yes is high—

“I haven’t given her an answer… but I know I’ll most likely say no.” Oh my god you knew it. You fucking knew he’d say yes to—

Wait what?

Oh.

“Why not? I’m sure she’s nice—” “I want someone else.” you met his gaze again, this time you stared into each other's eyes much longer. It was so silent that you could hear your own racing heartbeat, the ticking of the clock on the wall, your breaths that's become shallow, you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel tingles all over your body as he looked at you like he wanted you, you swear your head was almost spinning with how close Rindou suddenly was.

Your senses were heightened. You could smell his sweet scent that drove you oh so crazy, you could feel the heat he radiated, but this time it was burning. It wasn’t just warm, no. It was hot, he was hot, literally. He burns for you. You didn’t miss the way his lavender eyes slowly traced your features one by one before finally settling on your plump lips. And you also didn’t miss the way Rindou took in a sharp breath as he stared at them, almost as if it pained him to not be kissing it at this very moment. Fuck, he was so tempted.

“Can I… kiss you?” he whispered as he once again met your gaze, and thickly swallowed. God, the only thing holding him back at this very moment was your permission, he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.

With how gorgeous Rindou looked right now, you couldn’t trust your voice so you just slowly nodded your head. You swore Rindou muttered a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he wasted no time to close the gap between the two of you.

You were sweet. So fucking sweet. He was now fully facing you–his left shoulder touching the backrest of the sofa–your chin situated between his right thumb and index finger, tilting your head toward him as he devoured you. His kisses were hungry and rough, like there was some sort of history behind it all, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do just this.

But you couldn’t complain, never, you liked it a lot; your whole body was burning with lust, sparks flying as Rindou pressed further into you with desperation as if you were about to turn into dust any time and slip out of his very hands.

Rindou was out of his mind. Your lips were soft and pillowy against his, just how he liked it, and it drove him crazy. The way you let out soft moans against his lips, the way both your hands clung tightly onto his hoodie, like it was the only thing that’s keeping you grounded right now. So responsive. So vulnerable. He wanted to ruin you so bad.

You don’t know how but Rindou managed to slip you out of your jacket, only noticing that it was off as the cold air of your dorm engulfed your bare arms. You slowly pulled away from Rindou to catch your breath, slightly pushing him away as he was trying to catch your lips. He leaned his forehead against your, both your chests heaving, breaths mixing together as you two basked in warm silence. Rindou wasn’t done with you.

He gave your now swollen lips a peck before heading for your cheek, trailing light kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck. Rindou gave you soft experimental kisses where your shoulder met your neck, to which you responded with sweet whines and the call of his name. “Fuck… Rindou.” you breathed out as he licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on the same spot that made you whine for him.

Your hands flew up to his lavender hair as Rindou began trailing kisses down to your collar bones. “R-rindou wait! Hold on…” you slowly pushed him away as you felt his hands attempting to tug your shirt up, Rindou pulled away, concern clouding his lustful gaze as he questioned you, “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he panted out. You shook your head but he saw something different in your eyes, like there was something you wanted to say.

“Rindou?” “Hm?” “What are we?”

There. You said it, you said the question that’s been buried deep into the back of your mind ever since your established friendship with Rindou Haitani.

“I–I don't…? We’re friends, what do you mean?” his brows furrowed. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath, anger bubbling up from within, “Exactly, Rindou! We’re friends… and friends don’t do this, right?” you argued with desperation in your tone. Is he fucking dumb? Did he really just have the audacity to say ‘we’re friends’ after he marked your neck dark red and purple? After he just kissed you like a starved man? After almost slipping you out of your shirt?

Rindou knew that. He knew that friends didn’t act the way you two did but he just wasn’t ready to face this conversation. Yes, he’s a coward, and a big one at that.

“Why did you even tell me that some girl in your class asked you out? What do you feel for me, Rindou?” you pressed further, wanting immediate answers from the man in front of you. He had an expression you couldn’t understand, like he looked troubled. Fighting a mental war within himself while he remained quiet.

Your heart sank as he just sat there avoiding eye contact, your once lustful gaze turning into nothing but mere anger and possibly hatred. “I think I should go…” he mumbled–more to himself than to you–quickly scrambling from the couch and towards your door. The fucking audacity, you thought. “Really, Rindou?! You’re just going to run away like a fucking coward? We’re both adults here for fucksakes! At least face this head-on!” you stood up, raising your voice at him, but Rindou never said anything nor turned back once. He just quietly put his shoes on and left without a word.

The slam of the door resonated throughout your dorm as you stood there all alone, your neck marked and heart broken in a million pieces by someone that was never yours from the very start. You felt dumb. How foolish of you to think he actually felt the same way, maybe he just stuck around because of lust. You felt so used and angry that tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, your breathing erratic but this time it's from anger. You sat down on the couch and took deep breaths while closing your eyes, wishing it would all just go away once you open them back again.

Rindou was unpredictable but was this really what you loved about him?

—

You felt like shit. For the past few weeks, you were in a sour mood, nothing entertained nor interested you. You watched the hues of red and purple on your neck fade as days passed. Rindou stopped coming by the end of your shifts at the library, he never texted or called to apologize about that night, he didn’t wait for you outside your dormitory to walk you to class, he didn’t wait outside your class to hangout at the library.

It was like Rindou was never even there from the start. It wasn’t hard for him to avoid you as you were both in different faculties–him being in the Arts and you being in the Science Faculty–although you did wish that you would run into him somehow when you headed over to the School of Arts for the general education class you had with Ran.

Hangouts with Ran became less frequent as he was embarrassed about what his younger brother did to you, it was also limited to either the library or somewhere around the campus, as going back to his and Rindou’s shared dorm was no longer a viable option. But he acted indifferent toward you, despite the situation. Ran cherished his friendship with you and he was not going to let his younger brother taint it.

It was one of those nights where you binged watched movies up to the point where your eyes couldn’t handle it anymore. The clock on your laptop read ‘2:39 am’, your eyes were droopy and you couldn’t care less about the movie playing in front of you, the voices of the actors turning into a soft muffled sound as you fought to stay awake. You were on your bed, your laptop that was once resting on your stomach slowly sliding off and onto the sheets.

Loud desperate knocks on your door jolted you awake, your heart rate suddenly increasing from the unexpected loud sound at this hour of the morning. You swore that if it was Haru knocking at this ungodly hour, you were not only going to kill him, but also ignore his desperate pleas for help during your laboratory sessions. You let out a grunt as you threw your sheets off you and moved your laptop out of the way.

Your warm feet slowly padded against the cold wooden floor as you made your way over to your door. You weren’t too worried about it being an intruder as the building did require ID cards to present before entering it, therefore suggesting that whoever is knocking at your door is a student; with a sigh, you undid the locks and slowly opened the door, “I swear to god Haruchiyo, if you’re asking me to dye your hair this early again—” your sentence was cut short as the opened door did in fact not reveal your pink haired friend.

The man who stood before you was purple haired. Your heart skipped a beat.

The same man who has been avoiding you like the plague, and who disappeared without a single explanation. Rindou looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his purple hair tousled and chest heaving. Did he run here? At 2 in the fucking morning? You thought.

You didn’t know how to feel about this, a part of you wanted to slam the door shut and go back to your warm sheets but the other part wanted to see where this went. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, there was nothing in your mind at this very moment. All you knew is that your heart yearned for him but you couldn’t look him in the eye, not when he left you hanging like that.

“I’ve been thinking about you…” Rindou was the first one to break the silence, his amethyst eyes studying your features with concern. You looked tired, too, and empty. Your eyes didn’t hold that special glint in them like before. “I don’t know what else to say to you.” you quietly responded, looking anywhere but his eyes; you knew if you made eye contact with them, you’d be sucked back in and forget about everything else, but you can’t be fooled anymore. Not for a second time.

Rindou let out a heavy sigh, “Please look at me..” his tone laced with pure desperation, it pained you to hear him like this, he sounded so broken and lost, like he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. “Rindou, look, this clearly isn’t a good idea. I know you don’t feel the same way—”

“Please, can we just talk about this?” he cut you off, coming a step closer, to which you responded by defensively taking a step back. Rindou noticed this and refrained himself from coming any closer, like he might hurt you if he did. “Can I come in? Please, I just want to talk things out… that’s the least I can do for you.” he watched as you weighed out the pros and cons of letting Rindou inside, biting your lower lip as you decided.

With a sigh, you fully opened the door, stepping aside as you replied with, “I guess there’s no harm in that…” you finally met his eyes, his gaze softening like it was the only thing he needed to calm the storm behind his stare.

You both made your way to the couch, where all this mess started.

The black leather creaked under your weights as the both of you settled on it, both uncomfortably clinging to each end of the couch, not wanting to make awkward physical contact with one another.

Rindou cleared his throat and fully turned to you, “I’m sorry. It took me so long to realize my feeli— no, actually, I’ve known my feelings for you ever since but..” he trailed off, looking down at his hands. It shouldn’t have made you this happy to know that, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. He liked you back.

“...I don’t know what got into me that night. I guess I was just… scared?” Rindou sighed, burying his face in his palms. Maybe he should’ve just stayed home. No matter how much he can explain himself, there was just no justifying for what he did to you that night. He had no right to devour you like that and leave within the next minute because he got scared of your question.

It was your turn to face him, brows furrowed, anger and confusion slowly seeping into you, “Scared? Scared of what, Rindou?” you questioned, slightly raising your voice. You’ve had enough of his bullshit. “God, I don’t know, okay?!” Rindou removed his face from his palms and looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

He closed them for a bit to try and steady his breathing. “I just like you so much that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I just want to be with you, I want to be by your side as much as I can, and it hurts me that I made you cry..” Rindou avoided your gaze as he opened his eyes again. He was never the type to genuinely confess his feelings nor was the sappy type, so you knew this was very difficult for him to do, and you respected him for going out of his comfort zone.

Now it was your turn to ask him to look at you, it took you several attempts before he finally did so. A single tear ran down his cheek as he made eye contact with you, god, you wanted to hug him so bad. You forced a small smile, “You can have me, Rindou… I’ve been yours from the very start.” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his, to reassure him that you meant every single word you said.

Before he could reply, you started speaking again, “..I’m so tired of having somebody that’s not mine.”

“A-and I know you feel the same way as I do… but do you still want me?” you inched closer to him, your eyes holding his intense gaze, you weren’t about to back down from this. You needed to know his answer. “I want you so fucking bad that it physically hurts me. Call me shameless but that’s exactly how I feel.” Rindou replied, his voice dropping an octave while he held your gaze. Two can play at this game, he thought. Something in the air shifted, the mood was now completely different.

You let out a dry chuckle, “Show me how shameless you are, then. Why don’t you write it on my neck?”

Rindou swore under his breath, wasting no time pressing his lips against your own, he missed this so much. He missed the way the warmth of your lips ignited his whole body, he missed the way his chest tingled with delight, he missed the way you moaned against his lips even though he had barely touched you.

He pulled away and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, where you liked him the most. “Mhm… Rindou…” you moaned out his name, both hands flying to his hair, pushing him closer to your neck as he nibbled on the same spot he had previously marked, paying extra attention to it as it made you moan his name in a way that he isn’t going to forget any time soon. “Fuck, you’re so needy for me, huh?” Rindou swore, his voice raspy and low. It did things to you.

You let out a whine as he trailed even further down, sucking on your collarbones. His mouth felt so heavenly against your bare skin, but you needed more. You wanted to be closer to him. “R-rindou…” you whined, you don’t even know what you want from him but saying his name just felt right. “What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He gave your collarbone–that was now littered with hues of purple and red–one last peck before swiftly tugging your shirt off.

The cool early morning air hit your bare chest, you shuddered as Rindou sucked on a spot just above your nipple, his warm mouth being a complete contrast from the air. He gently pushed you further into the couch until your back was met with the cool leather, and Rindou was on top of you, in between your legs. “Oh fuck..” you threw your head back against the arm rest as he placed a nipple inside his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, he gave your other breast attention using his hand, massaging it and rolling the bud between his fingers. Rindou panted heavily against your chest, “So pretty for me.”

He made his way back up and kissed you once again, grinding his clothed cock against you, he let out a whine as he rested his face on your neck. The friction felt so good, he didn’t know if he was even gonna last long. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” he groaned, teeth clenching from the unbearable pleasure he felt.

“I’m all yours, Rindou.”

With that, he showed you how badly he wanted you, over and over again. You saw parts of him that you haven’t seen before, the vulnerability, the intimacy, and the true feelings he held for you. And oh, you were finally able to see the entirety of his tattoo, from his arm, right down to his ankles and everything in between.

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