#and the pain of not being able to partake in them

[darthkote]

Echo Headcanons Pt. 1

Is such a sucker for any type of praise. Of course, all the clones love to hear they're doing well, but for Echo, it's almost a spiritual experience when his actions are highlighted and he gets the spotlight for a second. Even before Skako Minor, he loved hearing positive feedback from those willing to give it. Meeting Rex was like meeting a hero from a kid's story and hearing him say Echo could hold his own was exhilarating. He also remembers making ARC and all the celebrating he and Fives had done afterward. "I knew we'd do it. Thanks for never giving up on me, Ech." The eye-roll he'd given in response couldn't be helped.

After all the torture and isolation, he's much more reluctant to accept, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart's pace pick up. To this day, he can't help but turn a bit pink when Rex hits him with a "good job" or a particularly knowing look. It makes him feel so proud when he hears his ori'vod congratulate his skills and strategic thinking.

Craves physical connection very intensely. He sometimes feels the flames of jealousy lick at his mind when he watches CF99 all climb into a dog pile after their heavy picnics on Pabu. Each of them, even Omega, will curl into one another until Echo is left to sit alone and study their peaceful expressions. He fights the urge to stare, but he's all too aware of his metallic arm and legs. He wants to crawl closer to his siblings and let himself melt into their heartbeats and breathing; at one time, vod piles had been such a comforting way for him to decompress. But metal doesn't quite belong with flesh, and he has a hard time breaking through the barrier and letting himself be held. He sits quietly for a long while as if hit with several stun blasts. (Crosshair, ever aware, is the last to succumb to sleep and the first to notice Echo's rigidity. He likes to prove Echo wrong by resting his head on his brother's cybernetic lap; flesh or metal, they still see him as their vod.)

Okay okay... Echo got his name because he'd constantly repeat strategies or rules back to his brothers during their time as cadets. I think this would eventually be replaced with him mother-henning and nagging at every brother he gets slightly attached to. "Eat your carrots, Wrecker, Maker knows your eye could use it." (Wreck acquiesces with a grumble... When Echo turns his back to practically force-feed Crosshair a piece of broccoli - his jaw is locked shut like an activated bear trap - Wrecker slips the carrots to Batcher. Tech says nothing because the vitamins in the vegetable are beneficial for most biological organisms; he finishes his helping as he watches in silence. Hunter and Omega dutifully eat away, seeming to compete in silence as they make eye contact over the table.)

Tells Omega stories about Fives. He honors his brother as much as possible; he thinks Omega would enjoy hearing about some of her other brothers. He also talks about Hevy and the other dominoes quite a bit, but none as much as Fives... He knows Fives and Omega would have gotten along well and can imagine the passed-on Clone braiding her hair as it grows over the years.

Is similar to Rex in that he wishes to save as many brothers as possible from the clutches of the Empire. He imagines them all slowly trickling onto Pabu and finding lives there. He sometimes gets caught up in this daydream and is only brought back to reality by a cool teardrop slipping down the ridge of his nose.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Falling For Ya (1)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

You meet Benedict and after falling in front of him in a game of tag, you continue to fall for him in more than ways in one for the rest of your lives.

will contain eventual smut so MDNI (18+)

Age Eight

Sun streams through the trees and down onto the garden where the Bridgerton children are giggling as they chase each other in a game of tag. You watch them from afar, holding onto your mother’s hand as she and Viscountess Bridgerton lead you over to the children to introduce them. 

Daphne notices you first, racing over to introduce herself and you hide yourself behind your mother, terrified to actually speak to another child. Your whole life has been spent around adults because you are an only child so you’re not even sure actually sure how to speak to someone your own age.

“I’m Daphne,” she says, peering around your mother but you shut your eyes tight as you press yourself further into your mother’s back as she tries her best to get you off of her. She’s finally able to peel you from her body then forces you to stand in front of her as a boy who looks to be a bit older stands next to her, sticking his hand out for you to shake. 

You hesitantly take it and give it a shake, feeling your anxiety lessen only slightly when he smiles at you. You shyly smile back and even though you feel a little more comfortable, you’re still grabbing hold of your mother’s hand when she and Violet turn to head back towards their husbands leaving you alone with the other children. 

“I’m Anthony,” the boy introduces himself. “And you are?”

“Y/n,” you reply, your voice barely audible. This is uncharted territory and you’re not entirely sure how to go about speaking to them. You don’t want to come across as too mature because then maybe they won’t want to spend time with you. 

“We’re playing tag if you want to join!” Daphne calls out and you nod your head, growing quiet again as you go over and sit on the grass to watch. 

You feel safe here in your little bubble. You’re so used to being on your own that it would feel weird playing with anyone besides yourself. It looks fun though, watching the six siblings chase each other around the garden, their giggles picking up again. 

They even stop every so often to encourage you to play with them despite the constant shakes of your head. You want to, you really do, but you’re far too clumsy for it and just know that you’ll fall if you partake in their game. 

But you join anyway, mostly because your parents are watching. Anthony has decided that you are “it” and now you’re chasing after him, holding your dress up higher than you should so as to not trip on your dress, but it’s deemed rather pointless when you trip anyway in some of the mud that’s still wet from the rain last night. 

The giggles suddenly stop and everyone just stares as you lie there, too embarrassed to get up. Well, everyone but Benedict who’s quick to help you to your feet. He wipes what he can off of your dress and when you sink to your knees again because of the pain, he scoops you in your arms and carries you over to where the adults are having tea.

He grabs an empty chair and sets you in it before hurrying to fetch the proper supplies to clean up your scraped knees. He presses a cloth with warm water to your skin and begins to wipe away the dirt from your knees. 

This boy doesn’t even know you yet is doing everything in his power to make sure that you’re okay. It warms your heart but at the same time, you feel your cheeks burn as the adults watch the two of you, definitely already planning your wedding in their heads.

“I’m Benedict, by the way,” he introduces himself with a smile. It’s from that moment that you just know that you’re going to be the best of friends.

Age Sixteen

The Bridgerton study is empty besides you and Benedict. You are by the window reading your favorite book again, while he is sitting across from you, sketching his favorite subject, but you keep moving, making it hard for him to get it right. You’re not actually reading, though, talking non-stop which is something that Benedict loves. Especially because you only do it with him. 

Over the eight years you have been friends, he has been the only person who you let see the realest form of yourself. He understands you in a way that not everyone does and he feels the same exact way about you. 

He feels like he can tell you anything and you won’t judge him. You’ve spent so many days doing exactly this, talking about everything and nothing as you skim your book and Benedict works on a sketch. He’ll never show you what he’s drawing though, and you respect that. Just because you’re friends doesn’t mean he owes that to you.

When he slams the book closed, though, your curiosity gets the best of you. You suddenly have to know what’s inside it, what he’s been drawing this whole time and why he’s been so secretive. So you make a beeline for him, reaching for the book which he holds out of your reach. It starts off aggressive but then becomes progressively more playful as you try to get the book from him, desperate to see what’s on the pages. 

If he lets you see it, though, then you’ll know that he’s been drawing you for years and he’s not sure how you’re going to take it. He’ll have to explain that he’s been in love with you for half of his life and he’s afraid that he’s going to ruin the best friendship he’s ever had because of it. 

He doesn’t let up, though, holding it out of your grasp and racing around the study, maniacal laughter falling from his lips as he holds it just out of your reach as you continue to call after him. You’ve got him pinned to the desk as you continue to reach for the book, completely oblivious to how he’s looking at you like you’ve hung the moon.

You’re so close that he can smell your perfume. He’s always close enough to smell it, but this is different. Your body is pressed against his and if anyone was to come in here and find you in the position, you’d be in huge trouble. But you can’t stop staring at each other’s lips, desperate to know what they feel like even though you know it’s wrong. But that’s what makes you want to do it more. 

As soon as your lips are about to meet, the door bursts open and Benedict is so caught off guard that you’re able to steal the sketchbook from his hand and race out of the room, straight past Anthony who is probably the only person who you’d want to catch you like this since he doesn’t ever seem to care. 

“So it seems you haven’t told her yet,” he says as he closes the door, making his way over to his younger brother. 

“No, and I never will,” Benedict sighs as he turns towards the desk, leaning his palms against it to try and figure out what just happened between the two of you. 

Anthony thinks his brother is silly for not telling you the truth. If he had been in his brother’s shoes, you would have known long ago and the second the two of you were able, you’d be engaged. He just can’t understand why Benedict is dragging his feet. A woman as beautiful as yourself will be snatched up as soon as you’re available so he thinks Benedict should be acting fast.

“It would save you from the marriage mart.” Benedict does like that possibility, but he’s not even sure if you feel the same way and too afraid to actually find out. 

“Even so, I’m taking this information to the grave.”

“As if the sketchbook she’s got in her hands won’t tell her everything that there is to know.” Benedict’s eyes widen and he’s quick to race out of the room to chase after you to which Anthony just chuckles to himself. He’s so easy. 

Age Twenty-Three

You sit at your pottery wheel, grateful for some peace and quiet, working on-well, you don’t exactly know what you’re working on. You just needed to get away from Benedict, especially with having those inappropriate thoughts about him that just won’t go away. Seeing him briefly at the ball only made it worse and now you just need to be alone so you don’t do something you would regret. 

The door shuts behind you and you roll your eyes because you know exactly who it is. You can tell just by his footsteps and really wish you could get the courage to tell him to go away. Funny how the very person you’d want to talk to about this is the one you want to ignore. 

You don’t deny him, though, as he sits behind you, trying your best to focus when he rests his chin on your shoulder. He’s done this exact thing more times than you can count but this time it feels different. He wraps his arms around your waist which you would normally love, but having him this close is making you feel hot, nervous. Your heart is beating so fast and hard and you really hope he can’t hear it. 

“You left,” he says and you feel your heart break a little at how disappointed he sounds.

“Just needed some air,” you reply, trying your best to not sound like your heart is beating out of your chest. 

“I missed you.” He scoots even closer so that his chest is pressed to your back and now your skin is on fire. He always says that, but this time, it feels different, like there’s more weight to it and you’re beginning to wonder if he feels the same way even though he probably (definitely) doesn’t. “You left me all alone and I hate to dance with someone else.” 

“Oh no, poor Benedict had to dance with a beautiful woman.” 

“She had two left feet,” he corrects and your blood is boiling just hearing him talk about another woman. It makes you so angry but little do you know that he has always only had eyes for you and will continue to until he takes his last breath.

“So do I.” You both know that, but Benedict always likes to use it as an excuse to pull you closer. But the one he was dancing with just kept stepping on his feet. His toes still hurt.

“I just like to dance with you. Is that such a crime?” Your skin is burning even more at his compliment and part of you just wants to show him exactly how you feel about him. But you can’t. Not only are you just too shy, but it would also alter your friendship. Not to mention if you were both caught, there would hell to pay. You just can’t risk it. But god, are you dreaming about it. 

You’re about to excuse yourself when you feel him push the sleeve of your dress off your shoulder. You let out a gasp but you don’t dare stop him. You’re too stunned to do anything and you also just want to see what he’s going to do. 

A foreign sound leaves your mouth when he eventually presses a feather light kiss to the skin. Benedict seems to like it because he continues, peppering your shoulder with kisses, slowly making his way to your neck. He helps you lean your head to the side to give him more room as he hesitantly begins to suck. 

Another sound falls from your lips as your pottery wheel stops. Benedict’s hands reach for your now free ones, not even caring if they’re covered in clay. He just wants to feel them in his. This is nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. There’s a strange feeling pooling in your stomach and you have to lean forward to put a stop to it. Just when Benedict’s afraid that he’s made you feel uncomfortable, you turn fully on your stool to face him, your pupils dilated as you scoot closer to him.

“I just don’t want anyone to see it,” you tell him and he nods. 

“Good point. Now come here.” He helps you sit in his lap, your bare chest looking so inviting right in front of his face. “How about here?” He asks, his now clay covered hand pointing at the spot right above your breast. 

“Or, I could give you one. Yours could be covered up, right?” You ask, your face just inches from his. Your voice is flirty, seductive, and he is loving seeing this side of you.

“Oh, I’d love for you to give me one. Do you want me to teach you?” Benedict is the only one who you’d want to show you. Any time he’s taught you anything, he’s been nothing but polite and gentle. 

“Please.” It’s desperate, pleading and he decides that he needs you right now.

“Okay, start by kissing the spot.” Your face falls and that’s when he remembers that you don’t have nearly as much experience as he does. Or any at all. “You don’t know how to kiss do you?” The question is more genuine than anything. Benedict would never laugh at you for something like that. “Come here.” 

You lean down as his hands take yours, guiding them to his neck, wrapping your arms around it as his hands rest gently on your waist. Your eyes are already staring at his lips and he can’t believe that no one has tried to kiss you before because he selfishly wants to be your first. 

His hands slowly move up your back as he guides you closer, his lips finding yours in a lingering peck before he pulls away. He sees how disappointed you are then pulls you in for another, this one even longer before pulling away yet again. 

“Patience,” he demands with a chuckle when he sees you getting impatient. “I’m just warming you up.” He then takes your face in his hands and slowly slots his lips between yours, your hands grabbing onto his shirt, kissing him so desperately, as if you’ve been waiting your entire life for it. And you have. This is something that you’ve been dreaming about for longer than you’d ever care to admit. 

You pick it up quickly, sliding your hands into his hair and Benedict decides that this is the best kiss he’s ever had by far. He would have usually moved on by now, but he can’t. Your lips are just too addicting and he can’t seem to get himself to stop until you pull away to catch your breath, breathing so heavily that he can’t help but laugh.

“You’ve gotta breathe, darling,” he says with a chuckle. “Through your nose. Can’t have you passing out on me.” His hands lazily move up and down your waist and you feel like you could melt right there. You’ve both been in the marriage mart for quite some time now and you always wonder how he’s still not found a wife. 

You always hear women whispering about him and see how many times he gets approached when the two of you are together. Growing up, you were sure that he’d be married with at least a few children by now. You don’t understand why he can’t just pick one and settle down. Because maybe then, you wouldn’t convince yourself that you had a chance. A chance with Benedict Bridgerton? That will only happen when hell freezes over. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize and lean forward again. You don’t know what’s going on here, but you’re not going to question it. You’re just going to take what he’s willing to give you. 

“You don’t have to apologize. Now come here.” You do as he says but this time, he gently takes your face in his hands and kisses you gently this time, like he’s done this exact thing a thousand times as his thumbs rub back and forth against your jaw. “Open,” he whispers against your lips and you listen, opening your mouth just a little bit, gasping as you feel his younger flicking inside. 

Your tongue moves with his as he tilts your head back, pushing down on your chin so you’ll open wider so he’ll have more access. You let out another moan and Benedict’s trying his hardest to ignore how hard he’s become. He knows that he can’t possibly take this any farther, but pulls away and brings your head to his neck anyway. 

“Kiss me,” he breathes, not following his own advice and only just now trying to catch his breath. You do as he says and kiss his neck, trying to remember what he had done to you just a few moments ago. 

You then go in for a gentle suck and feel him squirm underneath you, something hard against you and you pull away to see that he’s adjusting his crotch for reasons unknown to you. 

“Did I do something?” You ask and Benedict immediately shakes his head, only realizing now that you’ve never been educated on what goes on between a man and woman, surely unaware that it doesn’t just happen to produce children. 

“Of course not, darling.” He knows this is a bad idea because he knows that he’ll want more, the greedy man he is, but he’s going to make sure to not progress so that you’re saved for your husband. A few kisses is one thing, but sex is something entirely different. He knows how big of a deal it is and he certainly wouldn’t want to get you in trouble and even worse, if word were to get out, he’d get an earful from Anthony and lord knows he’s had enough of those to last a lifetime. 

“Maybe we should stop,” he says and hates to see pout on your face. “Hey, hey. I had a lovely time. In fact, I’ll dream about this tonight, but I don’t think we should continue.” He’s sure that he sees tears pricking your eyes and his heart is breaking just looking at you. “Only because I think it’d be best to save yourself for your husband.” 

You know he’s right, but you really were hoping that he’d be your first, not even caring that you wouldn’t be his. In fact, you’d want him to show you how it’s done because he has so much knowledge. He would be so gentle and sweet and you just know that your future husband will only want to get you into bed for the sole purpose of having a child and he wouldn’t care whether or not you enjoyed yourself. You’ve heard the stories and you’re going to be another one. 

“You’re right,” you nod, trying to remind yourself that this is the right thing to do. And you know that this isn’t rejection, but why does it feel like it is? 

“I should go.” 

“Okay,” you nod and he helps you up from his lap and you both head to the bucket beside the wheel to rinse your hands. It’s small since you’re the only one who usually uses it so his hands keep knocking against yours and as you try your best to not look him in the eye, you can’t help it. He’s staring at you and when you finally look up at him, he motions for you to come closer. Once you’re close enough, he brings his hand up and removes some of the clay that’s dried there. 

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” He asks and you hate the sad tone in his voice. You’re always so quick to forgive him when he uses it. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Now you should go before someone catches you.” 

“One more kiss?” He asks. “For the long journey home?” He puckers his lips as he dries his hands. 

“You live next door.” 

“Then you know just how long the journey is.” 

He’s leaning down, puckering his lips even more and you can’t help but give in, pressing your lips to his and he’s quick to grab hold of your waist, pulling you to him as he wraps his arms around you tightly. 

He then pulls away only to steal one more peck before fleeing, slamming the door behind him. You watch him race across the grass through the window, not being able to stop yourself from giggling when he slips on the grass and falls forward. He then gets up and hurries to his house before anyone notices that he was gone while you close the curtain and let your kisses replay in your head as you clean up your space before retiring to your room for the rest of the night.

[dreaisgrayte]

Wilted Petals | Sanemi x fem!reader Hashira NSFW (18+), MDNI

Synopsis: Sanemi meets yn during the selection, taking a liking to her attitude and spirited way of talking to him. They grow closer due to their shared trauma and become lovers. On the night before their wedding Sanemi ventures out to find one of your favorite flowers. He never returns. That is, the Sanemi you once knew never returns. Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (18+), family death, demon killing, fainting, blood, gore, death, child death, injury, grief, heartbreak, pregnancy, alone, depression, oral (male!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), fingering, raw sex, creampie, breeding kink, obsessive kink, engagement, dirty talk (outside of the bedroom), angst...so much angst.... WC: 13.6k A/n: he calls her Petal 14 times. She was 14 when they first met... I'm not okay. This fucking fic ruined me. This is also mostly unedited...sorry

Sanemi would often tell you how you entirely envelop him. In your eyes, he was able to picture the future. In the timbre of your voice, he could recall the past. In your body, he was grounded in the present time. It was love. 

The world was falling apart around you both, but together you could rebuild anything. To think it all started with a flower. 

7 years ago…

The air was a different kind of weight in your nostrils. You could sense them, the demons. Some of the low-grade ones snarling with inhuman urges. You click your tongue, bored by the whole scheme of this showdown. What? Were you supposed to slay all these weak pieces of garbage while the rest of the Demon Slayer Corporation went after the ones that could form a coherent thought? All that consumed these losers was hunger. If you must partake, the sooner this is over the better. 

You wonder if there’s anyone else still alive, but before you can become lost in thought again a booming yell cuts through the trees. You tilt your head, knitting your brows together as the sound echoes through your ears. Hmm, what an interesting development. Your feet are bringing you toward the source of the sound before you know it. 

Brushing past some foliage you wait silently in the bush, observing the open area in front of you. There, looming and grotesque is a demon, gurbbling some nonsense about being in pain. Then, a sharp and shiny hoe comes crashing down on the skull – or whatever that thing had in its head because it definitely wasn’t a brain – of the demon. It yelps out in agony, slumping to the ground as ichor oozes from its many wounds. You watch as brisk movements suddenly have a chain wrapped around the mass of the demon. “You don’t need to be scared.” A voice calls from beyond the large body of the demon. “It’s dead.” The voice is lower this time, like the person holding that tone also held some deep regrets. 

Standing from the bush you were crouched in, you brush off the dirt from your trousers. “Scared? Please, I was bored waiting for you to finally finish off the damn thing.” You snap back, circling round the corpse. 

Mussed silver hair and those eyes… they bore into your very soul when they meet your own. He had to be the same age as you, maybe older. He carried himself in such a way that you were drawn to take a step closer. “I don’t know whether to applaud or roll my eyes. You obviously have an attitude problem.” He scoffs, tossing the muddled hoe to the side. “It’s dangerous to just stand around, come with me.” 

A giggle falls from your lips before you can stifle it. “With you? So you can yell another demon to its death? I think I can handle myself.” His eyes track your movement as you pull a sharp dagger from your belt. You flip it in the air, catching it by the handle with ease. 

He rolls his eyes this time. “A few party tricks will wind up with you dead,” He mutters, nodding his head toward the treeline. “Besides, we don’t have much time before the selection is finished.” Ah, he was right about that. It was better to stick with someone who knew their way out of this forest, because if there was one thing you weren’t good at, it was directions. 

 You kick at the dirt, the dust spreading onto a few kikus by a tree stump. “Fine, but you’re sharing your Ohagi.” You demand, trotting up to stand next to him. He peers down at you, some of his hair falling into his lavender eyes. You get a flashback to your little brother and how the same thing would happen to him. It’s a simple action, but you regret it as soon as his eyes dart from your hand back to your eyes. 

He catches your wrist, pulling it from his face. “Don’t touch me.” He growls, but quickly clears his throat, letting go of your arm. “And I am not sharing my Ohagi.” 

2 years later

That’s it, you were going to quit. Sanemi stares deadpanned toward the recently slaughtered demon, his nichirin sword covered in ichor. He then darts his gaze toward your figure, which also happens to be covered in demon ichor. “Nemi…don’t make me take this sword and shove it so far up your-” 

There’s a loud crack from behind you. Another demon looms out from behind a tree, drooling from its maw. A sigh deflates from your mouth, pissed at the interruption. You’d have to deal with Nemi later because now it was your turn to show off. The swordsmiths had trouble with you having less muscle density than the rest of the slayers. But when they saw how talented you were with close range daggers, they took that with stride. 

You pull your long blade dagger from its sheath, grinning at the large demon. “Remember, don’t get distracted-” 

“Kind of need you to shut up in order to do that Emi,” You crack your neck, beckoning the sludge-like demon toward you. “Come on fucker, I have a warm bath to take before this uniform is completely ruined.” You taunt, bouncing from foot to foot, channeling a wind style Sanemi had taught you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see a grin cock up the corner of his lips as you twist into formation. Focus glazes over your eyes as the muscles in your body harden. Your breath is almost non-existent as you set your target on the blobby creature. It wasn’t fit to be called a demon, more akin to something so close to death it was barely alive. 

Your nichirin sword hums with untapped potential, ready to explode forth and cut your target to shreds. You were practically giddy with excitement as your left foot slides forward, completing the set up. Just as the monster lets out a screeching roar you surge forward. The blade of your weapon cuts through its skin, severing an arm off with a high pitched yelp. 

Flipping back, you send a sharp gust of cold wind slicing open its abdomen. It has enough sense to peer down at its open belly, watching what insides it did have become part of the world around it. You suck in the brisk air around you, summoning a trick of your own; ice. A sharp dagger-like icicle appears in front of your chest, hovering in the current you still had summoned. You shut your eyes, picturing the icicle shooting through the girthy neck of your opponent. Then at once, everything is silent – even Sanemi. “Woah, where'd you learn how to do that?” He exclaims, his lavender gaze attached to where your summoned weapon had pinned the dangling – and headless – body of the low-grade demon against a tree. You let go of your focus too quickly, falling to your knees on the forest floor. Sanemi whips his head to observe you. “Hey, you alright? Hey come on, don’t start playing jokes on me-” His voice is cut off, not by anything else except your consciousness slipping away into nothing. 

-

The soft morning light stirs you from your slumber, a crow cawing incessantly outside. Your eyes blink open slowly, a throbbing pinch shooting from your head down your neck. You groan, shifting your sore body under the white blanket. Where were you? Your throat is unexpectedly moist and you feel fine except the stabbing pain in your head. It’s then you can hear the soft breathing of someone else. You peer to your side noting the spikey white hair you knew all too well. His arm is outstretched, his fingertips gingerly gripping your hand. Suddenly – your throat seems to dry up. What? Why is he sleeping there? Your brows knit together as you watch this boy who played up his hard exterior; be unguarded. It was baffling to observe him soundly sleeping over the side of your mattress. His long lashes brush against his squished cheeks and there’s a part in your chest that aches as you watch him. That aching steadily blooms into a warmth that makes your head throb even more. 

Somehow, you’d ended up in the infirmary. Somehow, Sanemi was sleeping by your side. Somehow… the promise you made yourself before entering the Final Selection slips away. There was room – in your heart you mean – for him. It was dangerous how much you yearned to brush your finger against his cheek. “What have you done to me…?” You whispered aloud, leaning your head to Sanemi’s level. “Why do I want to keep you around?”

His eyes twitch, before languidly opening. The first thing they find is your gaze, locking onto the fact you were staring at him. That fuzzy purple color darkens as he wakes up. His lips curve into a smile, but drop into a stern frown once he sits back on his knees. You don’t want to notice, but his hand still clasps yours tightly. “Tch, what the hell were you thinking, faintin’ like that? Your ass was lucky I was there to haul you back to the corps. My back fuckin’ hurts.” He rolls his eyes, but his thumb is gently stroking the back of your hand. He was right. What is wrong with you? He’s frustrated with you but all you can think about is how nice his warm hand feels against yours. 

You clear your throat. “Emi, I’m sorry-” He snaps a fierce look in your direction. 

“Shut yer trap, I’m not done chastising you.” He gripes, huffing out a large breath. “You are the biggest asshole I know. You’re blessed to have such an outstanding friend like me. Anyone else would’ve left you there. Now where’s my reward for savin’ yer ass?” He raises his brows gesturing to himself. 

It’s the medication you tell yourself – that’s why you do it. Your lips brush against his cheek in a delicate peck. With how your heart was hammering in your chest that action was scarier than slaying demons. His reaction – it’s not much to go off considering he freezes mid sentence. “Thank you,” you whisper in a hushed voice, too nervous that loud noises would scare him off. He’s staring, open mouthed, at you. 

A jolt runs through him and he briskly turns his head away from you. “N-next time just say thank you like a normal person…idiot.” He rubs his free hand along the nape of his neck, trying to keep his face out of your line of vision – but you’ve always been observant and your eyes widen as you see the tips of his ear rouge. What you wouldn’t give to see his face right now, but his grip on your hand was enough to tide you over for now. The sun glints off of a vase stuffed with an assortment of kikus. Just like them, something beautiful was budding here.  

1 year later

People were everywhere. It’s not that you had an issue with large groups, but usually when you were surrounded by this many bodies you were killing them. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You feel on edge, but then you catch the smiling face of Sanemi Shinazugawa; newest Hashira. You tilt your head, grinning to yourself as you watch him from afar chatting with the flower Hashira – her little sister attached to her leg –  and the much larger stone Hashira. Master Ubuyashiki grins widely at something Sanemi has said, placing a hand on his back. He fits in so well among the elite slayers. “I’m glad they finally made him a Hashira.” A voice mutters from beside you. Your skin crawls with shock that you hadn’t picked up on someone being this close to you. Turning your head you meet the deep azure gaze of Giyu Tomioka, the water pillar. His presence is a wash of serenity. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t talk much or because you could feel the sorrow emanating from him. Was it some sort of requirement to go through tragedy to become a Hashira? If so, they should’ve recruited you a while ago. You scoff at your own joke, bringing Giyu’s transfixed gaze back to you. “Do you not think he’s fit?” Ah, there’s been a misunderstanding. You know what Giyu is asking, but the part of your brain that had grown since a year ago lets a salacious gaze rack up the uniform of the man across the garden. 

You find yourself clenching your thighs together. “Mmm, that's not it at all.” You hum, nodding toward Sanemi. “He’s going to save us all.” You don’t mean to say the last part out loud, but Giyu gives you a long, pondering look. 

There’s footsteps in front of you and you realize Sanemi has wandered toward you. “Good evening ma’am,” he bows his head and scoops up your hand. “Would you like to take a walk?” He inquires, shooting a glare toward the water Hashira. Giyu brushes off the line of territory Sanemi has seemingly drawn. 

“I’m glad to know we share the same sentiment, Miss Yn,” He takes a step back, bowing his head. “I bid you both goodnight.” He says curtly, then disappears around the master’s house.

Sanemi squeezes your hand, bringing your attention back to him. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He mutters. You let out a chuckle, amused by how wrong he could be when he was so smart. “Don’t laugh.” He huffs. He was so cute like this… if only you could just tell him how much he meant to you. Sanemi guides the both of you toward a wisteria tree, stopping under its leaves. “Y’know, I want to thank these trees,” His gaze wanders the branches. 

You smile, following the many petals of the flowering tree. “Why? Because they help you kill demons?” You tease. He did love his demon killing. A rumbling chuckle rattles through his chest. You swear you can feel the vibration in your intertwined hands. 

His gaze is soft as it falls to your face. “No,” he breathes. It’s like a magnet – being drawn to his lips. When you’re close enough to feel his hot breath against your nose he opens his mouth again. “Because they brought us together.” 

You’d never been to the entertainment district to view fireworks, but if they were anything like the buzzing happening against the back of your head – you still don’t think they’d compare. Sanemi gently slides his hand through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You share a trembling breath with him as your mouths clumsily slot together. A breeze brushes along the hanging flowers causing some of them to flutter to the ground. You watch them in the reflection of his eyes as his other hand rubs against your cheek. 

He presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes like a starved man. You both are panting, but you can’t look away from his swollen lips. “S-Sanemi,” you start. His eyes open instantly. “I think I’ve…” You swallow hard, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 

If there was one thing you knew for certain, Sanemi wasn’t a patient man. “You’re really bad at this,” He chuckles. “I know. I like you too, yeah?” 

Yeah, fireworks didn’t have shit on this. 

8 months later

Sanemi grunts as you slip out from underneath the sheets. The warming glow of the sun basks your room in glorious light. “Mmph, come back to bed,” His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. A grin spreads across your lips. 

“Well, mister Wind Hashira, I need to go train. Now, let go.” You reply, pushing lightly on his muscled arm. He pouts, burrowing his head in your back. 

“Nuh-uh,” he huffs, taking in a deep breath of your scent. “You smell divine, it’s fuckin’ infuriatin’.” He pops up, placing his chin on your shoulder. You roll your eyes with a laugh. Sanemi and you had added a few things to your friendship; like sleeping in the same bed. After a long day of work there was nothing more heavenly than walking through his door. It was home and you’d be damned if anything would happen to it. You both had yet to cross into the zone of no return – sex. You kissed… a lot, but everything halted there. No funny business. There was an understanding that this was something special, but both of you were scared to step over the line. Maybe you weren’t ready. Maybe after you became a Hashira – to become equal enough to walk by his side. “What’s my pretty girl thinking about?” 

Without a second beat you answer honestly. “Training until I drop.”

3 years later… present day.

You bow your head. “Master,” you greet. Ubuyashiki’s illness had worsened over the years to an alarming degree. Of course, you wouldn’t say anything out loud, but it kept you up at night. He taps the wooden deck next to him. 

“Come, sit my child.” He gazes at you until you brush your uniform skirt underneath yourself. The pale light blue of your haori refracts the sun brushing through the petals of wisteria trees. “You take great honor in what you accomplish. I must say, I’m very proud.” He smiles and it’s the kind of warmth that makes you want to melt into his embrace. 

You bow your head, hiding the flush rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you Master.” He places a hand on your shoulder. 

He lifts his gaze to the whispering breeze. “I think it’s time you join our Hashira meetings.” His gaze swoops to look over the once small girl he knew. “You’ve grown Yn and I need people willing to grow on my side.” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “Now go, tell Sanemi.” Your mouth opens wide before snapping shut. You stand, politely dismissing yourself before rushing out the main gate of the estate. Your heart is pounding as you sprint back home. A Hashira…finally. You couldn’t believe it. All this effort, work, waiting, it was worth it. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Sanemi’s face. You’d kiss him a million times.

Your legs ache from yesterday’s training, but you push through the soreness. Hashira’s weren’t perfect, they felt pain – but having the title of Hashira was overcoming that pain to succeed in your goal. Was Ubuyashiki testing to see if you could run back to Sanemi? You’re sweating as you turn into the Wind Manor. “Sanemi!” You call, noting his sandals near the deck. “My love!” The words surprise you, but the excitement swelling in your chest overcomes the anxiety that Sanemi would find issue with it.

You trod further into your home, slipping off your boots as you step onto the deck. Sliding open the screen may have been a mistake, because you scream at the sudden presence of Sanemi on the ground. He’s wearing a stupid grin, the scars on his forehead smiling as well. Kiku and wisteria petals surround him – him on one knee. Staring up at you with a golden band pinched between his fingers. “Yn, you make me feel like those broken parts of me that always scream about how awful I am… can finally be mended. You’ve given me everything without even trying. You’re the only person who’s made me feel like I’m worth something. I want that feeling forever… marry me petal. Make me whole. I know we’re young, but with our profession, who knows how much time we’ll have left. I promise I’ll treat you right.” The past 7 years flood through your brain. The universe had put this man into your life when all you thought about was death. In part it was due to having to slaughter the only family member you had left right before the Final Selection. Your little brother had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and as his caregiver – you took care of him until the very end. 

Here was Sanemi, perfect with all his obvious issues. He’d been through so much; you’d been through so much together. He stood by you, yet you felt trepidations about accepting his proposal. He was strong, strong enough to protect you – but could you do the same? He’d been a Hashira much longer than you, seen what kind of dangers are out there. You reach up to trace the scar above his eyebrow. All those years ago he would’ve smacked your hand away, but he leans into your touch now. You were with him for most of the conception of these scars, so why were you jealous of such a permanent part of his body? 

“Yes.” You mutter, the word catching on your tongue. “I love you Sanemi Shinazugawa.” Your eyes meet and before you can choke on regret he kisses all the worries away. Your heart soars in your chest, but there’s a sinking feeling that something awful was going to tear the one good thing in your life away because you finally accepted you wanted to be happy. 

He grabs you and kisses you all over your face. “Let’s tell Ubuyashiki in the morning. With his blessin’ we’ll practically be married. You and me. Husband and wife.” A huge grin takes over both of your faces. What a beautiful melody those words were. 

If the world was about to burn though, you’d give into every carnal desire before it has a chance to fuck everything up. This meant taking the man currently trying to hide his erection to the bedroom you’ve kept innocent; until tonight. You were going to go out fucking or fighting. 

His hard face – the one he shows to everyone else, except you – melts away and is replaced by a genuine smile. “I love you too petal.” The world could wait, right now was just for the two of you. You feed into his kisses, pushing against him with filthy intentions. “Fuck, s’good,” He whispers against your swollen lips. You hadn’t realized, but your hands had worked his hair into a complete mess. “You’re driving me crazy, wife.” The word swipes you off your feet, causing you to falter in your attempts to unbuckle his belt. You blink up at him, furrowing your brows. His head tilts to the left, grinning the way he always does around you. “Got something you want to say gorgeous?” You huff out a frustrated sigh as you take a step back from him. 

“Sanemi.” You start. He quirks a brow, delightedly watching you. No time like the present to be honest with yourself. “I want to fuck you.” You finish off, observing his face drop from all snark to surprise. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but then he shuts it immediately. “Do you like the sound of that, husband?” Two could play this game. His eyes darken as he takes in your figure. 

A hum rumbles through his throat as he takes a confident step toward you. “You want to fuck me or you want me to fuck you?” He cocks a smirk onto his lips, crossing those ungodly arms across his dipping neckline. You swallow, bashfully meeting his gaze. It was annoying how much of an effect he had on you. Normally you’d be fine flirting with him, but the tingling sensation running down your thighs was starting to make you nervous. 

“B-both,” You sputter out, standing your ground as the tips of his feet brush against yours. He bends down next to your ear, letting you revel in the sight of his chest. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of his criss-cross scar. Mmm, X marks the spot.  

His hot breath fans across your neck, sending shots of magma through your body. “Mmm, you sure you can handle all of me? ‘Cause I’m not holding back on you even if you are my wife.” The way he tests the latter word on his tongue makes you squirm in place. “I can barely stop myself from ripping into your uniform as it is.”

Sanemi backs you against the far wall of your home. “Don’t think you can command me around like all those kakushi.” You pout. He caresses your cheek, leaning in for a kiss. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” This kiss is different from the rest, it’s hungry – starving even. His rough palms are somehow more demanding than they’ve ever been. Your fingers trace the neckline of his uniform, rubbing your thumb across his pectoral scar. His muscles tense under your touch, his lips breaking from yours to pant out a shuddering groan. A fluttering buzz makes it hard to breathe. His head is bent to stare at your fingers, hair hanging in his face. You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him. Your body is at war with itself. How perfect Sanemi is, you wanted to be the only one to see him come undone. 

Your fingers find his belt and his hands firmly plant themselves on either side of your head. It startles you when he lays his forehead against your shoulder, breathy grunts fall from his mouth – it only drives you forward in your actions. His belt slides somewhat easily free from the loops on his breaches. You unloop the button, slipping your hand underneath the clothing. A strangled hiss slides out his throat. “Shit, you’re goin’ to be the death of me.” 

Sanemi groans as you free his stiff cock from his pants. Your breath catches in your throat as you observe the length and girth of him. The color bleeds into an angry red and you swear he muffles a whimper against your skin. “That’s it baby, look at what you’ve done to me.” You glance at the back of his head then back to the beautiful apex of his thighs. You’d only seen drawings of phalluses or heard the other women chat about them. Never did you think you’d be at a loss for words when staring at one. “Ha, you goin’ to say somethin’ or just stare at me? S’startin’ to make me nervous.” He lifts his head to finally meet your gaze with lust filled eyes. A large gulp works its way through your throat, all the while Sanemi watches with rapt attention. 

“Maybe I like watching you squirm.” His brows raise as he mulls over your words. He wraps his warm hand around your wrist, leading it to his groin. He stares into your eyes the whole time, studying your reaction. It’s suddenly gotten a lot harder to breathe as your fingertips brush against the burning skin of his cock. 

“Oh? You like that huh? Maybe I should give you a better look at it.” He guides your hand down his shaft, groaning when he forms your hand around his base. Sanemi shifts his hips, sliding his cock through your rounded fist. “Damn it… just keep going – just like that.” His brows draw together and your thighs clench together. Seeing Sanemi horny and losing himself to the feeling of your hand was going to be seared into your brain. It was so wet between your legs…so wet and empty.

Your heart is seemingly trying to crawl out of your throat, but you feel so high from pleasuring him. Confidence was starting to take over the initial nerves. “So tough all the time… but you’re completely at my mercy,” You pant out, feeling the heat rise to the tip of your scalp. It was surprising you didn’t spontaneously combust with the sight in front of you. 

“Mmmhm, as wonderful as that sounds,” He shuts his eyes, trying to regain his focus. “I’m goin’ shut that pretty mouth of yours up,” Before you can wonder what he means, he shows you by pushing you to your knees. “Open,” He commands, backing up to behold your flushed cheeks and obliging mouth. You were paradise on earth. His cock is aching without your touch so he covers his length with a free hand, pumping himself like a horny teenager before you. You reduced him to pure desires and he couldn’t decide if that would be for your betterment… or your demise. “Suck it.” 

He brushes his weeping tip across your lips, creating a work of art in the process. He could stare at this all day long. Then – with one languid movement – he’s inside your warm wet mouth. He tosses his head back, his muscles flexing with enough tension they could snap. A sense of pride shoots through you, but something inside your own brain short circuits when he moans out your name. Suddenly you’re gripping his hips like a mad woman, digging your nails into his skin as you bob your head down his length – stopping at his base to hold all of him in your mouth. His legs are twitching and the stifled moans above you just drive you to swirl your tongue around the underside of his cock, where a long vein trails up to the tip. You follow it with the tip of your tongue until you meet his slit. From all the information you’ve gathered, this – this – was the most sensitive part of a man. 

You’re not sure what compels you to dip your tongue into the leaking hole, dancing your tongue across it while working your hands across the parts not covered by your mouth. The saliva you’d left behind and whatever was coming out of his tip made the movements easy. There were noises filling the room – one’s you’d be hearing echo off these walls for eternity. The wet squelching mixes with Sanemi’s whimpering moans in your favorite melody. 

Sanemi’s hand twitches to the back of your head, wrapping your hair around his flushed hands. “E-enough,” He hisses, pulling you away by your hair. You glare up at him. It’s hard to not shove you back on his cock when you look like that.

Your lips are bruised, the corners red and splotchy. Drool drips from your mouth and there’s a look in your eyes that makes Sanemi hoist you to your feet. He wasn’t going to cum unless it was inside that sweet cunt of yours. He was going to press you into the mattress until you were with his child. Suddenly his mind is blank, the only thought on rotation being ‘fill her to the brim.’

He guides you into the bedroom where the mattresses are already rolled out. Had he been thinking about this as he set up the proposal? Was the night meant to lead to this very moment? Sanemi envelopes you in his arms, kissing the tip of your nose. “Don’t you think s’unfair I’m the only one undressing?” His voice is so calm and low it goes straight from your ears to your core.

You drop your hands to the buttons on your uniform. “If you’re that eager then maybe you should help me out.” His gaze follows your hands, zeroing in on the sliver of your neck revealed. You peel back the layer of your haori, the blue fabric tumbling to the ground in a heap. Next is the top part of your uniform, slipping off the white undershirt as well. Your chest is almost bare in front of him, negating the cloth that winds around your chest. The rounds of your breasts only emphasize the heavy breaths falling from your mouth. Sanemi groans, biting into his lip. “What’s that? You were all talk just a moment ago.” You undo the clip.

Sanemi sucks in a breath, his gaze growing darker. “Describin’ your beauty takes time,” He whips his eyes up to meet yours. He cocks a grin, slowly dropping to your pebbled nipples. “As you know, m’not a man of pretty words,” He cups one of his massive hands under the heft of your chest. In an instant his lips plant a delectable kiss against the throbbing nub. The sensation rushes through your system, eliciting a pitiful moan to escape past your lips. His gaze flicks to you, watching with fire behind his expression. His lips curl into a smile against your breast. “Haa… shit, you’re really something else, huh?” A flush rushes from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. Sanemi trails wicked kisses to your jaw, stopping to visit your mouth. The corners of your mouth sting from pushing all of him in – but the pain only brings about more pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut as he grazes his teeth on your bottom lip. The grip on his shoulders tighten as you tremble with arousal. 

One muscular arm dips between your thighs, cupping your mound. He scoffs, quirking that damn brow of his. “Were you plannin’ on sharin’ how wet you are f’me, sweetheart?” He growls, bringing his hand to your lips – smearing your arousal across them. His brows narrow as you squeeze your thighs together, squirming desperately in front of him. “Ha, you need somethin’?”

You break, annoyed at the unbearable desire roaring through you. “Damn it Sanemi, stop teasing me – do something.” You huff, placing yourself in between the sleeping mats. You raise your legs and spread them wide for him. He throws his head back in a dark chuckle. 

Kneeling down beside you he runs his warm hands up your thighs. “Guessin’ all those lessons in patience from Gyomei didn’t exactly… pay off?” He snarks, brushing the bottom of your skirt out of the way. You roll your eyes, fed up with his attitude. 

“Everyone has their breaking point, Sanemi.” You grunt, turning your face away from him. He takes this as an opportunity to run his thumb along your slit. Your body straightens, a breathy moan blasting out of you. He was playing dirty.

You whisk your burning gaze back to him, still wearing the frustrated expression. “Mmm, don’t worry pretty girl, I’m about to show you yours.” He dips his head between your thighs, lapping at the plush skin where your stockings dug in. You can feel his smile. “You know, Iguro was right.” He hums, kissing circles on your inner thigh while his thumb massages the other. You couldn’t focus on what he was musing about – too focused on the excitement of having this man, whole. “Givin’ stockings to a girl was great advice.” He captures the fabric between his teeth, leisurely taking it off your leg. “Now m’constantly between your legs.” 

Why did he say these things? Now whenever you pull your stockings on he’s all you’re going to be thinking about. Not that he wasn’t already constantly on your mind. “You’re so unfair,” You pout, wishing there was something you could tease him about – but as you gaze over your bare chest the next breath catches in your throat. 

Sanemi has your leg outstretched against his chest, tossing your stockings to the side. They flutter through the air like they were glad he touched them. Lucky bitches. He eyes you as he kisses your ankle, raking his teeth against the tendons. He swoops his hand under your calf, heaving your left leg over his shoulder. “The more I hear you complain the more I want to fuck you until that pretty voice can’t talk anymore.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, sweeping his tongue against your folds. 

A startled whimper careens from within you. His tongue laps up your sex, finding its way to your entrance. You were panting now, gripping the sheets like your life depending on it. If you let go you might float up to the gods. “F-fuck,” you moan, squirming under his minstrations. This only drives his actions to a higher level as he moves his fingers to enter your weeping cunt. “Ahh, oh–” Your body is tensing around his finger and before you get used to one of his digits working in and out of you he adds another. You squeeze your thighs around his head as he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sanemi, right there,” you call out, your voice pitched higher than usual. The tandem of his tongue and fingers had your thighs trembling with the growing high of your impending orgasm. 

His head squirms free from the apex of your thighs. “S’my girl, I want your cum on my tongue,” He commands breathily. Without instruction you spread your legs for him, his pace heightening your senses as he carries you over the edge. Throaty moans and whimpers shake past your lips as you clench down. 

Sanemi slips his fingers out of you, panting as he finds your eyes. He reaches his hand to your mouth, sliding the tips of his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. “S’pretty when you cum,” He hums watching you take his fingers inside your mouth. “Makes me wanna devour you,” He tilts his head following your gaze – straight to his neglected cock. “Heh, I have three guesses as to what you want from me and the first two don’t count.” He takes his fingers back, popping them into his own mouth. “A good night’s rest?” He inquires. You shake your head. “Maybe a cute little dog?” You shake your head again. He smirks. “Ahh, that’s right. You have to be overworked to fall asleep. My girl has to be brought to the brink of death before she’s satisfied. Isn’t that right?” He coos, positioning himself closer to your core. You nod eagerly, words apparently forgotten. 

He curls his hands around your calves, yanking you closer to him and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Then who am I to deny my darling?” You wait with bated breath as he lines the head of his cock against your entrance. A sharp breath fills your lungs as he pushes gently into your wet walls, clenching around him. “S’tight.” He mutters as his hips shift forward. He holds your hips still as he burrows deeper. There’s a pinching sensation as your cunt welcomes him. “Sorry, s’sorry, doin’ s’good.” He whispers, but your pain gradually flares into an overwhelming pleasure. 

His slow methodical movements turn ravenous as he shoves his length into your greedy pussy. “S’takin’ all of me, such a good girl,” He pants, thrusting with desperation – chasing his own orgasm but focusing on the spot that makes you scream his name. “S’it,” He’s driving deeper and deeper, the slapping noise of skin against skin filling the room. He’s whining about how heavenly you are, promising to stay inside of you forever. 

You throw your head back against the pillow. “Cum for me, s’my girl, just like that.” He praises, studying the way your body shakes with burning pleasure. His encouragement floods you, your second orgasm of the night rushing through you with tingling stars. Your cunt cinches around him, eliciting a whiny moan from his lips. 

He pounds into you relentlessly, spewing apologetic moans your way. Soon enough his hot cum fills your pussy in a beautiful mess. You feel so full, it’s the kind of pressure you enjoy. He’s taken aback by how much he likes seeing your pussy stuffed with his cum. He fucks it into you, begging you to mother his children. The oozing climax slips past the seal of Sanemi’s cock, trickling down your thighs. The sensation tickles and if you had any part of your mind right now you’d be worried about the sheets. Tears roll down your face, half from happiness, half from being dicked down. He immediately catches your tears, eyes widening. “Are you okay?” He exclaims, bending to check on you. You nod your head, smiling. He blows out a breath. “Gosh, you had me worried…” He trails off, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “You should only cry when you’re with me ‘kay? So I can be there to wipe your tears.” There’s a moment where you both stare at each other, dumb smiles on your faces. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “I love you, petal. I’m never going to leave you.” He promises. 

After washing up together you lay in his arms. The night was filled with the promise of eternal love. One that wouldn’t die so easily. Once you fall asleep, the golden band on your ring finger, Sanemi slips out of your home. Before he’s completely out of the door he halts near a table – quickly scrawling the happy news of your engagement to the only other person he cherished; his little brother. He hands the note to Sorai, that way Genya was bound to hear the news the quickest. He’s the happiest he’s ever been. He wants to shout from the rooftops, but he’s on a mission to find fresh flowers for his beloved wife – well soon to be wife. He rounds his mansion, one that wouldn’t be complete without you inside of it, heading for the dirt road that leads to a small patch of kikus. He gathers a couple of the delicate flowers within his hands, stopping under the moonlight to appreciate their beauty. He pulls a line of twine from his pocket, wrapping them together. 

But he never makes it back.

With a sore throat you groan as the morning sun bleeds into your room. It appears you’d slept through most of the morning. You reach out to pat the area next to you, expecting to find the sturdy frame of the man who commanded you not to wash out his cum. A bashful grin finds its way onto your face as you remember the previous hours. Your hand doesn’t bump into anything except fabric. Where had he gone? You planned to go see Master first thing in the morning together. You sit up, clutching the sheet to your body – suddenly too cold. “S-Sanemi?” You call out, your voice hoarse.

There’s no reply, in fact the house has never been this hauntingly quiet before. An ache coils around your heart. Where was your love? You take a moment to calm your breathing, trying to think of possibilities other than he’d left you. He’d left you and was never coming back. Last night was just so he could get his fill and when he walked through the doors of his house, he wouldn’t want you to still be there. A sick warmth spreads thorns inside your stomach. 

It takes you a few minutes to get ready, hissing as your back aches with strained muscles. Your pussy throbs around nothing, begging to be stuffed again and again. You’d have to have a word with her about that later, especially if your betrothed was thinking about breaking off the engagement. He wouldn’t do that…right? 

Outside the morning is a flurry of crows and a light breeze. You squint into the sunlight, concern breaking through your faux calmness. Why were there so many crows circling the mansion? “Yn,” You jump at the sound of your name, bringing your gaze downward to the snake Hashira. Your face scrunches into sorrow as your lips quiver. His eyes are all you need to see before you rush into his arms, breaking down. Obanai allows you to cling onto him, brushing a hand down your back in what comfort he could muster. His mind was otherwise occupied. He couldn’t bear listening to your sobs for much longer. Damn it Sanemi, where the hell were you? That’s when the snake Hashira catches the glimmer of a golden band around your finger. His eyes darken. 

“Wh-what am I supposed to do?” You whimper, nestled into the crook of Obanai’s neck. He releases a sigh, moving his hands to your shoulders. He moves you so that you’re looking into his eyes. He tries to hide the worry, but you’d grown up being able to read the emotions of eyes. Even in your state, it was clear – something was wrong. 

He shuts his eyes, hissing out a breath. When he opens his eyes he’s not looking at you. “We’re not sure. Sanemi made a big fuss yesterday about introducing his wife to everyone so we were all supposed to meet at Master’s estate. We waited all morning…” He trails off, turning his gaze to the sky where the afternoon sun was being covered by clouds. “He’s missing.”

Those words echoed in your head for the next two weeks. You sat in the wind manor, blank. It was like someone had pushed the reset button on you. Mitsuri tried to get you to eat, visiting you every meal time with a delicious smelling plate of food. Your stomach was tied in knots so you were unable to eat much of it. Shinobu had visited you too, checking your vitals and making sure you at least sat outside for an hour. Everyone was trying to help, some with the search party, others with looking after you. 

It was pitiful, the way you had to be taken care of every day because you couldn’t even muster moving your eyes. If you did, anything you’d see would remind you of the aching loss blooming in your body. There were times you sat and cried, staring at a wall. 

Love had splintered into pieces of the past. You were too numb to feel anything. 

A month passes and the one feeling that surfaces is resentment – to yourself. What a waste of space. You were a Hashira, apparently inept at doing her job. You let your grief take over your body instead of assisting the rest of the corps who were working tirelessly to find…Sanemi. His name. It had repeated over and over in your head. It dances through your gray matter, sinking into your brain. Pumped through your veins until he consumed all of you.

The dark early morning sky casts a glowing hue through your window. In a way the darkness was comforting because all the sun did was illuminate that you were alone. 

Get up. Find him. You stumble into a standing position, bracing yourself on the wall next to you. A rushing nausea fills your stomach. Your eyes widen as you rush outside, vomiting into the gravel. You fall to your hands and knees on the deck as the clamminess sticks to your body. A shudder courses through you as the little food you’d eaten leaves your body. Then it’s just dry heaving, tears streaming down your face as the acid stings your throat. 

You hold your stomach, hoping the pain is finally over. The tears pushed out of your body from vomiting continue, but now from the pain of loss. Sanemi would’ve taken care of you. He’d know what to do in moments like these. You bring your head to the sky, sobbing through the night. 

Your throat aches as you wake up with a start, nausea swimming around again. You curse as you scramble outside to the very same spot you’d visited earlier this morning. Once the ordeal is over, you sit there perplexed. You collect yourself, stepping into the gravel. Your body is shivering as you start walking towards Butterfly mansion. 

Shinobu perks up when you walk through her door. “Yn?” She tilts her head, scanning your body with concern. “What’s wrong?” As if she wasn’t going to inspect you until she found out. You push a weak grin onto your lips. 

A limp arm points to your stomach. “Vomit. I keep throwing up.” Her eyes widen, something crossing through them. You were so tired and there was an awful cramp twisting your guts into a mess. 

“Okay, come lay down here.” She motions for you to lay down on a cot next to her. “I’m going to ask you some questions,” She starts, peeking at you for confirmation. You nod your head, collapsing back onto the bed. She gulps, pulling up a stool next to you. “Do you usually get sick in the morning?” You nod. This elicits a shaky breath to leave her mouth. “Are you eating well? What about sleep?” You shake your head, a fucked up grin lining your lips. 

“What’s the point in any of that?” You laugh, turning your head away from her. You couldn’t stand having her look at you with such pity. She reaches out her hand, grasping your arm gently. 

“Yn, when’s the last time you had your monthly bleed?” She asks with such a soft voice you turn back to her, brows drawn together. What did that have to do with anything? Though, now that you’re thinking about it…

“I haven’t had one since earlier last month.” You whisper. Shinobu’s face falls, a curse under her breath. She sucks in that same breath before standing from her stool. “What is it?” Your mind felt fuzzy, almost clouded. 

She clasps her hands together, facing the empty room. “Yn… I think you’re pregnant…” She whips her gaze back to you. “With Sanemi’s baby.”

The color drains from your face and your pulse quickens. No. No it couldn’t be. From one time? Was that even possible? A violent shake jolts through you as you start to wail. “How could you!? How could you leave me here!?” You cover your face with the back of your arm as you continue to cry, although it was closer to the yowl of a cat. 

A baby. His baby. Your baby. 

What a joyous occasion. 

3 months later

You glance around the home you’d shared with the love of your life. Now, there was no life in this mansion. The walls had watched you cry yourself to sleep every night, it was probably time you gave them a break. “Don’t worry Miss Yn, I’ll make sure to clean it up just in case.” Tanjiro, a spitfire swordsman exclaims. You muster a sorrowful smile as you pat his head. You hope he never experiences loss like you have. 

Though you’re pretty sure someone told you his whole family had been murdered except his kid sister, who was now a demon. Okay, maybe he had it worse than you did, but the smile on his lips was a testament to how strong willed he was. A pang of pride shoots through you. “Thank you, Tanjiro.” You walk outside, turning to glance at the structure one last time, holding your growing stomach. “Say goodbye little one.” You whisper. Goodbye my love. It’s almost like you can see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, waving goodbye to you. 

Ubuyashiki instructed Giyu and Obanai to accompany you to a small village east of the corps. There was a small house waiting for you to quietly have your babies and raise them away from the dangerous headquarters. The journey was long, about a week away. 

When your small group finally stepped into the village there was a welcome party. Swordsmith village; a place only Hashira knew the way to. Usually Kakushi would have to exchange visitors on their backs to keep the location secretive. 

They welcome you with open arms, showing you to the small house where you’d be staying. “Go ahead, I’m sure you’ll want to rest.” Giyu motions for you to go inside, a slight smile on his lips. You’re worried, why would he be smiling? With a tentative hand you push open the door. There’s a figure in the middle of the room, long spiky hair falling down their shoulders. You yelp at the sight, falling back into Obanai’s chest. 

“Don’t just stand there Shinazugawa, greet your sister.” He chastises gruffly from behind you. The last name sends chills down your back as it finally clicks. 

Genya Shinazugawa turns on his heel, an all too familiar face greeting you. The breath in your lungs whoosh out. “Hey there Yn.” He bows his head, jolting when he sees the tears welling in your eyes. It’s involuntary when you rush into his arms. He tentatively holds you before tightening his grip. “S’gonna be okay. They’ll find ‘em.” He whispers against your shoulder. “S’gonna be okay.” He repeats himself, almost like he was trying to comfort himself as well. You hold each other for what feels like hours, crying with each other and spending the night talking about Sanemi. For the first time since 4 months ago you feel a lightness in your chest. 

Giyu and Obanai are staying in the inn not to far from your house, patrolling the perimeter of the village before turning in for the night. There’s a room on either side of the house, before coming together in a platform kitchen area and dirt entry way. Genya was going to stay with you for the duration of your pregnancy. Giyu and Obanai would always be close by as well. It was kind of like a little family. Giyu cooks, Obanai patrols, and Genya takes care of you. The thought makes you giggle to yourself, the sound of your laughter shocking you into silence. You spread your hand over the right side of the bed you lay in. 

“You look gorgeous in the moonlight, did I ever tell you that?” You turn your head, met with the grinning face of your lover. The weight of the whole world lifts from your shoulders as you peer into his lilac eyes. 

You shake your head. “No, I think you should tell me again.” You whisper, butting your head against his. He kisses your nose, rubbing the side of your head. 

“You’re my entire world. My gorgeous, beautiful, seductive world.”

Mornings come too soon, waking you from the enchanting dreams of having Sanemi next to you. It’s been your mission to walk through the town every morning to distract you from hopeless thoughts. “Miss Yn! Miss Yn! When’s the baby coming again!?” A little girl named Momo hops around you excitedly. Her parents were farmers and she had 5 older siblings. Her hyottoko mask slips down and before it can fall she grasps the rosy cheeks with her little hands. You laugh lightly. 

“Your mother will be upset if you continue bouncing around like a rabbit.” You ruffle her hair with the ease of attachment. It was true, this little girl had made her way into your aching chest, easing some of the pain. Genya trots up next to you, holding out a shiny rock. You cock your head curiously. 

He rounds in front of you, halting the movement of both you and Momo. He places the shiny rock in Momo’s hands. “Here, for you m’lady.” He squats down to show her the crystalized pattern on the back of the stone. Momo gasps when she realizes how pretty the rock is. 

She bounces up and down again, whooping about how Genya was the best big brother ever. He laughs but you can see the pain behind his eyes. Momo runs in circles around your legs, gripping her rock like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I think you just made a best friend.” You tease and Genya’s face spreads into a knowing grin. 

His gaze flows down to your rounded tummy. “Just practicin’. I want to make him proud.” His words are like the air sucked from your lungs. 

You peek at your stomach, running a hand over the bump. “You already have,” you mutter, trying to think happy thoughts as the memory of this morning’s dream tries to take over. “Momo, how about you take big brother Genya to the hot springs?” You suggest to the wide-eyed girl. 

Genya doesn’t have time to react before she yanks him toward the stone stairs. You smile watching them leave. It was taking time, but you were starting to heal. 

The walk to the gate doesn’t take a lot of time, but chatting with curious villagers makes it late afternoon by the time you continue your walk along the forest line. The kakumaki around your shoulders shifts as you brace against a chilling winter breeze. The air was crisp, but it reminded you of the winters spent under Sanemi’s arm, snuggled together by the fireplace. 

Today was his birthday and no matter how much love you were surrounded with, you just wanted to be alone. To think about him and wish him a happy birthday.

Snow lines the pathway, pushed against the short stone wall that extended for miles on either side. A sparrow flies above your head as you continue, humming a traditional song. You adored your neighbors, but the village became stuffy with all the fluttering around you. You’re sure some of the villager girls were happy there were two male Hashira staying close by. Maybe if Giyu got laid he’d learn how to smile – or not look like a psychopath while doing so. 

A grin lines your lips thinking about the friends whom you cherished so much. The air in front of you puffs out, warmth meeting the cold. Honestly, winter was your favorite season. You might be slightly partial due to your breathing style, but there was just something about peering over a field powdered in a white blanket. Trees were gray and bare, but with snow they became royalty swaying across a ballroom. There was one word for it – majestic. “Happy Birthday Emi.”

You’re about to brush some snow off the wall and perch against it when you hear a twig snap. A line snaps your head in the direction of the sound. It could very well be an animal, but they learned to avoid making noise in the winter in case a predator was around. Against every fiber of your being you call out, “Hello?” 

After a few beats of silence your heart starts to calm down. Okay, so maybe you were going crazy. Wouldn’t be news to you. “Petal,” The chill that runs down your spine paralyzes you. The boots you wore were stuck to the dirt. It was such an unhuman noise. Like a growl mixed with choking. There’s nothing but the vast white staring back at you. That doesn’t stop you from rushing back toward the village, clutching the furs over your shoulders. That night Sanemi doesn’t appear in your dreams. 

When you wake up, fresh snow has fallen over the village. Obania storms into your home, meeting your gaze with panicked eyes. “Thank the Gods,” He hisses, Giyu clamoring in behind him. Curiosity pierces your skin. 

“What’s going on?” You interrogate. Giyu glances at the snake Hashira, his gaze avoiding you naturally. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, staring intently out your window. “There’s been an attack. One of the villagers was killed last night.” His deep azure stare slides to meet yours. “By a demon.”

4 months later

Since then, multiple attacks have showered the swordsmith village with blood. “Miss Yn, is the baby going to be okay?” Momo lays on the ground of your kitchen, kicking her feet behind her. You smile as you set a plate full of ohagi in front of her. “Gee thanks!” She squeals. “Ma never lets me have these!” Great, her mom was probably going to give you a stern talking to.

You ease yourself down on the edge of the platform next to Momo. “From how strong they are, I think they could beat up even Mister Obanai.” You chuckle, observing Momo’s eyes widen with wonder, her hyottoko mask forgotten on the ground. She jumps up excitedly and punches the air. 

“Yeah! The baby can fight off the demon that killed my dad!” You wince as she brings up the first killing of the demon that had been eluding two Hashira. Three if you count yourself – which you didn’t. You pat Momo’s back, settling her down. 

She leans into you, affectionately kissing your temple. “Would you like to feel the baby kick?” You offer, chuckling as Momo nearly pounces on your large baby bump. “Careful now,” You laugh. Momo’s tiny hands press against your stomach, yelping when it jolts from the baby’s movement. 

“Feels like you have an army in there…” She mutters, furrowing her brows. “You sure there’s only one baby?” You raise your brows with a comical laugh. The village healer, Momo’s grandmother, must’ve been telling her about pregnancies. 

You place your hand over hers. “I’m pretty sure,” At least you hope so. You barely knew what to do with one baby, let alone more. “Why don’t you get tucked in, I’m sure your mother will be home soon.” After the tragic death of her husband Momo’s mother had moved in with you after growing close due to Momo’s obsession with your baby and helping with her mother’s check ups. Having the house full of noise was a better distraction than seeing Genya’s face in the morning and feeling a thrill of excitement only to wake up more and feel the drop of sorrow again. It wasn’t fair to Genya and it was starting to give you a complex. 

Genya was in the other room so it would be fine if you slipped out for a while right? The early spring night air greets you like it's been waiting. A loud crash breaks the peaceful night air. You’re immediately on guard, but it drops when Momo appears in front of you holding your nichirin daggers. “I’m gonna be a Hashira like you some day!” She yells before bolting into the forest. A part of you is honored, but then reality comes crashing down your body. 

“Wait! Momo!” You screech, reaching out for her small body. She shouldn’t be out here! You try to move as fast as you can toward where she ran, but progress is slow. Your ankles are swollen and the pressure on your stomach and back make you want to roll over and die. “Momo!” You call, panic settling into your bones. “Momo come back!” 

You hear rustling and your heart sores thinking she’s found her way back to you, but a rabbit bounces forth from the foliage. 

A throat wrenching scream startles birds from their slumber. Your skin prickles as it continues. Then – as if sent by hell itself – Momo’s voice calls out your name before the noise goes silent. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly. No, no, no, no, no. You continue to repeat that word to yourself as you brush past branches, thorns lashing out to your skin. You’re bleeding, but you don’t care. Nothing is as important as getting to Momo.

Blood. The forest ground is covered in it. Hunched over a small figure is what you can only assume is a demon. Your training tells you as much, but the fact it’s still crunching on Momo’s leg is telling enough. 

Your gut twists as you take in the scene before you. Momo had valiantly stabbed the monster with one of your daggers in the thigh. Her little hand was reaching out toward you, her glazed eyes staring into yours. Too late. You feel sick. Your body is woozy, you feel like liquid as you stumble forward. Kill it. Bile rises to your throat, you have to swallow the burning sensation down. Fucking kill it. Wet slurping noises make your nose scrunch up with disgust. You were going to throw up. Your hand is shaking as you reach for the other dagger, somehow near your feet. You’re a Hashira. Your muscles tense, yelling at your body to prolong the sobs you could feel building behind your facade. 

The wind blows the smell of blood and demon toward you. Stalling your movements. Oh no, you were going to vomit. Moonlight casts a glowing light toward Momo’s corpse. Fuck, you were going to avenge her. You’re panting, body unmoving. That is until you catch the black kanji on the back of the demon. Satsu – to kill. Your body is swaying with how hard you’re breathing. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out, collapsing to your knees. Twigs and sharp pebbles dig into your skin, but the radiating shakes and adrenaline keeps you from feeling it. 

Sure enough, the demon turns its body. Four horns sprout from his silver hair. The two front ones were taller than the two back ones. The tips were a deep maroon, bleeding into a soft purple. The same effect was present in the tips of his hair. His eyes reflect the moonlight – the glowing red color causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth. His uniform was across his body, revealing the chest you’d fallen asleep on. Green swirling marks snake around his chest and biceps. The bottom of his uniform was tucked into a pair of breeches, hanging low on his hips. Gone were his scars, gone was his life, gone was the man you loved. 

8 months ago

“Petal.” He sneers and the noise fills you with dread. He’d been with you this whole time. 

Somewhere out there was my wife and no matter what – I was going to make it back to her. The last thing I remember is sensing something near me while I was gathering flowers for her to smile at in the morning. There was a fight, I tried my best; not for me, but for her. My life was nothing until she molded me into something great. Here I was, failing her yet again. 

I thrash around, feeling rope strangling my wrists. Somehow I’d been tied to a damn chair. Trained Hashira and my end was going to come from a chair. I click my tongue, what are a few more scars? I tense my muscles and attempt to break free from restraints. 

An overwhelming presence washes over me as my failure resides in my heart. “Ah, you’re awake.” That voice. My jaw clicks with fury. If I just had my sword he’d be dead on the ground. I needed to find a way to escape. 

“Show your face, coward.” I hiss out, squinting my eyes as the apparent bag over my head is ripped off. Before me is none other than the Demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji. His crimson eyes light up with delight as I face him with blood lust. 

His raven hair is loose around his face, falling forward as he leans toward me. “Watch your tongue Shinazugawa or I might have to cut it out.” He chastises and I surge forward in the chair. I instantly regret thinking I had any chance of escaping because the wooden let down starts to fall forward – with me in it. Muzan catches the back of the chair, his scent filling my nostrils. “Careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He sneers, settling the chair back on all four legs roughly. My blood boils with a blinding white rage. 

Hurt? Wasn’t that why he captured me? To kill me? He must notice my questioning face because he straightens his waistcoat, a lecherous grin lifting his lips to expose how much of a monster he really was. “The other Hashira are going to kill you.” I spit out, the rage she had quelled in me fuming up to the top of my head. 

Muzan laughs, raising his brows in amusement. “I’m sure they will.” He watches me out of the corner of his eye as he sinks his teeth into his own wrist. What the actual fuck? I turn away in disgust, bile rising to the back of my throat. Memories, they were flooding back to my mind. Surfacing the murky water I tried to submerge them in all those years ago, for her. His fingers grip my chin, yanking me to look at him. He’s towering over me and every cell inside of me wants to reach out and kill him. He dangles his wounded wrist above my mouth, forcing me to lift my head upward. My muscles are twitching as I twist my head away. A growling hiss echoes around the room as Muzan viciously positions me forward again. I want to cry. I want to whimper. I can’t. Not if I ever want to see her again. 

“Fuck. You.” I sneer through squished cheeks. The demon in front of me slams his wrist down, lining it up with my half parted lips. 

“You will drink orrr,” His eyes are crazy, yearning for violence. “I’ll have to go kill that pretty wife of yours.” 

His blood seeps down my throat, a tickling sensation because I refuse to swallow it. It’s tangy, metallic, and awful. How dare it mix with the taste of her. “Smart choice.” The first drop reaches my gut and the urge to throw up almost overtakes me. “When I return, I hope you’ll be…” He shoves my chin away, causing my body to fall over on the ground. I hit the stone floor with a loud clack and the wind whooshes out of my mouth. My skin feels like it’s crawling with parasites. “Hungry.” He laughs before leaving me in the cold room. 

 A few months later

They’ve tied me down, mocked me, tortured me – and yet I still carry on. It’s her voice that keeps me sane as they force rotten flesh down my throat. I’m turning into something dangerous – vile. A demon. An experiment. A mixed breed between a demon and a slowly dwindling human consciousness. 

My love, my warmth, my beautiful petal. I’m fading. I wish I could kiss you one more time. A sick smile works its way onto my lips. Propose to you a million times over, wrapping your wedding vows around my neck. I wouldn’t last much longer – I was too weak in the end. 

Muzan visited me often, injecting me with concoctions he’d made in the lab. I’d been tamed by the damn upper moons. I wasn’t a demon, but I sure as hell wasn’t human any more either. I desperately clung to the vision of her in my mind, but her eyes – the ones I could stare into for eons – were slowly slipping away. 

I squeeze my eyes shut. At least I could still envision her sweet smile. If I couldn’t be her husband… I’d have to be her hell.

A couple weeks later

Who knew horns would get in the way? It almost makes me feel sorry, but I couldn’t really feel anything. I worm my way through the trees, grinning to myself that I’d become so strong even Kokushibo had gotten out of my way. After all, I was the only one that could complete this mission; eradicate the swordsmith village.

I suddenly stop, the wind carrying a familiar – nauseating – scent toward me. My mouth feels dry, but my chest tightens as if the heart that was once there yearns to flutter. I pull the nood further over my head, hiding from the sunlight beaming through the trees. The snow made everything blinding, but I could still see. I could still see you.

I swallow, freezing in my advance. What were you doing here? I feel sick and…hungry. My nose curls in a snarl as I take a step forward. In my mindless draw toward you I make a noise that makes you twirl around. 

My breath catches in my throat, a thrumming sensation building in my chest. “Hello?” You call out. 

Your voice. It washes over me in a blanket of what I had lost. In a blanket of what I still yearned for. I bring my forearm to my mouth, biting down so I don’t call back to you. Today was my birthday and the heavens put you before me. So I call out in that name I always did.

4 months later

I’d been watching you. I couldn’t leave your side – or at least that’s what I told myself. I sought after your company from miles away. I watched as Obanai hunted for me, his face ragged with lack of sleep. I boiled with jealousy as I saw you laugh with that bastard Giyu. Then in an unexpected twist, my brother cared for you. There was a little girl as well – you loved her. 

I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I love you. Hunger. Hungry. I slip into the shadows. A while later I hear yelling. Your voice. I’d become addicted to the sound of it. Even in this state. 

“Wait Momo!” You sound worried. I grin to myself. I always knew you so well. I could tell by the slightest inflection in your voice what you were feeling. 

“You killed papa,” A tiny voice huffs. I turn, taking in the panting sight of the little girl – Momo. She’s dragging your nichirin daggers behind her tiny body. I killed her papa? Yeah… I guess I did. I feel a pang of what a human might call guilt, but it's swallowed by the sudden urge to slay this small child. My mind goes blank as the largely demon part of me pushes what little human thoughts I had left down…down…down.

I can taste blood. It’s a glorious snap of bones. I crave the syrupy sweetness of innocence. My body shifts, feeling something sticking out of my thigh. One of your daggers the girl had stabbed me with while she screamed your name. Her blood drips down my jaw now. That sickening smell assaults my nose again and before I have time to react I hear a thump against the ground. 

I know it’s you. I can smell you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m so hungry. I turn my gaze away from the corpse in front of me. You’ve fallen to your knees, sobs choking your next breath. My arm twitches. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out and my name has never sounded so melodic. I could kiss you. You were here. For me.

Your scent fills my head, but for whatever reason I can smell my own scent as well… my human scent. My gaze drops to your stomach where a very obvious bump rounds your yukata. How had I not picked up on this yet? You were pregnant? With whose… then it dawns on me. 

Mine. You were pregnant with my offspring. A twinge of pride courses through my veins. I can feel three souls interlocked. Twins aye? I bring my gaze back to your trembling one. A boy and a girl. I want to ask you what names you have picked out. 

A low rumble echoes out of my chest as I move toward you. I want to wipe away your tears. I want to be your husband… “Petal.” I sneer, reaching toward your cheek to collect the steady stream of tears. Blood mixes with your sorrow. You slap my hand away, face morphing into anger. You scramble away from me. 

Yes, I wanted to be your husband…but I was your monster.

Present time {yn POV} 

Fate is a cruel mistress to have my body warm with recognition. My husband…my monster. What happened to him? Your eyes fall to Momo’s crumbled body again and the wash of grief carries you to your feet, scrambling away from the scene. “Petal, my love?” 

Your body recoils at the swallowed sound of his words. The fangs protruding from his mouth mumble his speech. “Get away from me.” You pant. His head tilts. “Get away from me!” You scream. There’s a collective breeze that blasts past you as Obanai appears next to you, Giyu not too far behind him. You feel like sobbing all over again. 

Obanai’s face is contorted in confusion and his arms shake with unbridled anger. “Sanemi?” He calls out. Giyu’s head whips to stare at the demon before all three of you. 

Sanemi scoffs, standing up from his position on the ground. “Was I so easy to replace?” He coos maliciously. “You spread your legs for every Hashira?” He chuckles, moving behind Momo’s body. Obanai and Giyu’s face fall as they realize what’s going on. 

HIs words hurt, but at this point you were too numb to even care what venom he’d spew at you. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Giyu commands, drawing his katana. Sanemi clicks his tongue, shaking his head. 

“Don’t you talk to her.” He growls, his eyes flashing a deeper crimson. “She’s mine.” 

“Yn! Get behind me!” Genya yells, appearing next to you. No, no, no, not Genya. This kept getting worse and worse. His eyes tremble as he stares at his big brother. A monster. 

Your back is pushed against a tree as Sanemi draws his own katana, beckoning the three men around him to attack. “Don’t you know it’s not okay to touch what isn’t yours?” He taunts. Obanai is the first to make a move. Swinging a gust of purple swirls toward the old wind Hashira. He deflects it was a sickening familiar green strike, twisting in the air like he’d taught you. Giyu rushes in, surging forward with his own water breathing style. 

It’s hard to make out what’s happening as the woods erupt in blue, green, and purple. Kaburamaru slicing away at Sanemi’s arms while Giyu cleanly attacked his abdomen. The dagger that was in his thigh slips away, clanging to the ground near Genya. 

He glances at you, his eyes easing into a sad smile as he picks up the weapon. “Genya…no.” You whisper, but he’s already gotten up. He turns on his heel, saluting you proudly before driving the dagger deep into his brother’s chest, pinning him to a tree. You gasp, seeing blood splurt out of Sanemi’s mouth. 

Genya and Obanai nod at each other. Together they intertwine their breathing, aiming for Sanemi’s demonic neck. Before they can make it, Sanemi uses his own breathing to send Genya flying against one of the trees next to you. “Oops,” He hums, turning his attention to the two Hashira still attacking. 

A scream builds in your throat, but nothing comes out. With trembling legs you rush toward when Genya’s bloodied body lays on the forest floor. “G-Genya.” You sob, collecting his bleeding head in your lap. His eyes are still smiling as he peers up at you. “No, no, no, no please. I can’t lose you too.” Your tears plip on his cheeks, mixing with the grim and plasma on his face. His hand limply finds yours. 

“You,” He coughs up blood, spitting it on the ground next to you. “Won’t.” He wheezes, squeezing your hand. Your face crumples into his hair, breathing in his comforting scent. 

You wouldn't lose the other one this easily. You couldn’t let another Shinazugawa die. You glance up, seeing Obanai and Giyu wearing thin as they war against the much stronger wind Hashira. You were useless and your soul felt like it was wilting. 

You had to do something. Something. Anything. “Sanemi.” You say, but the name is barely above a whisper. All the memories of what you had lost and everything you’d gained build enough pressure in your chest. “SANEMI!” 

Your scream gains his attention just long enough for Giyu and Obanai get him against a tree again. Obanai flipping as he sends his blade toward Sanemi’s throat. You watch in horror as a single tear falls from Sanemi’s eye. You swear he mouths I love you before his head disconnects in a straining last few moments. The kiss of sunrise blinks through the tops of the trees and it’s over. Everything is over. 

A month later

“I still can’t believe you didn’t name one after me.” Genya huffs, groaning as he shifts in his cot. You grin, smiling down at the bundle of innocence in your arms. Shinobu treds next to you, gazing down at the baby in her arms as well. 

A glaze of warmth is over her eyes. “I still can’t believe you came back…” She trails off, patting the cheek of your son with the pad of her pointer finger. You lean your head on her side, smiling up at her. 

“But I’m glad I did. There’s no better place to raise them than here.” You say, the feeling in your chest blossoming when Obanai and Giyu walk through the door. “Hey guys!” You greet, rising from your chair. Obanai stays near the doorway, but Giyu opens his arms as he walks toward you, taking your little girl out of your arms. “Is everyone on the way?” You ask, eyeing Obanai. He nods curtly, his face lighting up every so slightly when Shinobu shows him your son. 

You help Genya to his feet, guiding him the short distance to headquarters. The other three follow behind you, chatting and cooing with the babies. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” Genya mutters, looking at you with concern lining his face. You nod your head, a sad smile lifting your lips. 

“I will be now.” The April spring wind blows a lovely flowering scent toward your group. You bask in the sunlight as you walk the rest of the path. “Hey guys, could you give me a minute?” You suddenly ask, an overwhelming feeling calling out to you. 

Shinobu gives you a worried look but then nods slowly. “We’ll meet you there, okay?” She says and within a moment the group has disappeared around the estate house. You turn on your heel toward the wisteria tree, still standing sturdily in the back garden. 

A deep breath brings the smell of blossoms through your body. “Jinya looks just like you and Momo has your attitude.” You laugh, gazing up at the hanging petals. “I miss you Sanemi.” You whisper. A gust of wind carries a few dancing petals toward you and your heart warms. “I love you so much.”

I love you too, petal.

[blushsturns]

title: double trouble

word count: 1502

description: boy! dad chris loves you and his twin boys so much.

Chris absolutely loved being a dad. Ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was always there for you making sure you were taking care of yourself and the babies growing inside of you.

He was so ecstatic when he found out you were having twin boys. He always dreamt of being a dad , no matter the gender, but knowing that he was going to be able to teach them sports, take them fishing, and how to treat a girl when they get older.

Chris decorated the nursery for you all by himself, surprising you completely. The nursery was blue and sports themed, filled with baseball, hockey, and football things and tons of toys for the boys to play with when they got older.

When the babies arrived and you endured the most excruciating pain of your life, Chris was there the whole time to hold your hand and give you nothing but praise for how strong and wonderful you were. You both picked out the cutest names: Bennett and Wesley Sturniolo.

Chris would help you change diapers, feed them, sing them to sleep, or read them a book from the nook in their nursery. He wanted you to have time for yourself when you were always so busy with the babies. You’d watch from the doorway as he had both babies in his arms in the rocking chair, swaying them back and forth and singing them a sweet lullaby.

The sight made your heart swell with joy and happiness. Ever since you met Chris, you knew he would be the best dad in the world. Because Chris is the youngest of his brothers, he desperately always wanted an excuse to take care of someone else and now he had that chance. He was such a nurturing and loving person and it made you fall in love with him all over again just by watching him with your twin babies.

The babies grew more and more every single month. One minute they were tiny babies and the next they were 5 year olds with all of the energy in the world and going to preschool.

Their first day of preschool made you sob when you both dropped them off and had to go home. Chris had instantly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. The twins weren’t even nervous to go to school–they were so excited. ‘They’re not babies anymore. Chris, where does the time go?” You asked Chris as you stood outside of the school and sobbed into his chest, getting tears stained against the fabric of his shirt.

He ran his hand up and down your back in a comforting motion, holding you close to his chest and pressing soft kisses to your hair.

“They’re growing up, baby, but that’s okay because they’re still our babies.” Chris always knew what to say and what to do to make you feel instantly better.

That weekend you went fishing with Chris, the boys, and Chris’ dad, Jimmy. You didn’t partake in the activity, but you were able to sit back with a drink in your hand and watch your little boys have the time of their lives.

It was so heartwarming to watch all the boys have fun and Jimmy teach them how to fish. He gave them a talk about what it meant to fish, and step by step how to do it. They watched Jimmy explain everything in amazement, their little ocean blue eyes widening with each word. They couldn’t wait to get started.

Both boys were so excited and giggling like crazy when Jimmy taught them how to cast the bait as far from the shore as possible and how to raise the rod quickly to set the hook and reel it in. They both giggled and jumped up and down in excitement when they both caught one.

You sat there, grinning from ear to ear at your precious boys before over at Chris who looked like he was about to cry. He had all of these memories with his brothers and Jimmy when he was a young boy and now he was watching his own sons have the same experience and will one day look back at this memory when they’re older.

“Daddy! Mommy! Look!” Bennett held up the fish that he caught as it flapped around with little giggles escaping from his lips.

“Me too, me too!” Wesley squealed as he showed off his fish. They caught real tiny ones, but they were able to get help from Jimmy on how to reel them in carefully. Hearing their little giggles, full of joy and excitement made your heart so happy.

Chris’ fingers intertwined with yours as he sat there next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your head before lingering his lips along your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

The boys were busy getting help from Jimmy with the fish they caught. Your heartbeat picked up speed as Chris’ hot breath lingered against your ear. “Sweetheart.. Did you wanna try for another baby tonight? I’ve been thinking about it.”

Your cheeks flushed instantly at his words, the smile on your face only widening. You nodded your head immediately, squeezing his hand that was placed on his leg. “Yeah? You want more babies?”

“Hell yes I do, look at our little boys.” He pulled away slightly only to look over at your pride and joys as they clapped excitedly at what Jimmy was showing them before back at you, pure love and adoration filling his gaze. “How could I not want more of them?” He grinned widely and brought your hand that was still intertwined with his and pressed kisses to the back of your hand, making your cheeks heat up. “Maybe a little girl who would look just like her momma?”

You felt your cheeks warm up even more by the second as he began pressing kisses to each of your fingertips. Your little boys looked like a mix of both of you, but had Chris’ eyes, nose, charm, and personality. You always dreamt of having a little girl, and knowing Chris wanted more babies with you made you feel even more warm inside.

“I’d absolutely love that. Tonight, huh? You don’t wanna waste any time.” You let out a soft laugh, watching as he brings your hands down to his lap again before he wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you closer to his body.

He nods his head and flashes you a wide grin, his hand moving up and down your back in a slow motion. “Hell no I don’t. Gotta start as soon as possible. It’s a plus that I just love making love to my girl.”

Before you could reply, both boys came up to you both with excitement oozing out of their little bodies and telling you and Chris all about what Jimmy taught them. “Mommy, daddy, he the best grandpa ever.” Bennett cheered and clapped his hands. Wesley clapped his hands and walked over to Chris, hugging his body. Bennett came over to you and hugged you as you pressed a kiss to his head. Jimmy stood there with a proud smile on his face.

Your little boys were so clingy to both of you and you loved it so much. The only issue? When they came into your room and wanted to sleep in the same bed as you and Chris.

It’s been happening a lot lately and as cute as they were, it was beginning to be a slight issue when you and Chris wanted to be intimate—like tonight for instance.

“How are we-“ You couldn’t even finish your words, as you stared down at both boys who were still clinging onto the both of you. It would be damn near impossible to be intimate when your sons were so clingy lately.

“Oh it’s planned already.” Chris flashed you a playful wink, his eyes averting to his dad before back over at you. “Luckily we have two lucky, experienced parents who can’t wait to keep them overnight.”

Apparently Chris already planned this with Jimmy and MaryLou—they were going to watch the boys for the night while you and Chris got a night to yourself. You should’ve known Chris already planned this one through.

Whether you planned to try and make a baby or not, he still wanted alone time with you.

As adorable as your boys were, they were also a lot of trouble and work, but you wouldn’t change anything for the world.

Being a mom was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. The close second thing? Meeting Chris—the love of your life.

So as you look over at your boys as they run back over to Jimmy to beg to catch more fish and over at Chris who was staring at you with pure adoration filling his gaze, you knew this was everything you could ever ask for and more.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

notes: i told @backwardshatnick i would make a boy dad! chris version of my girl dad version that you can find here , so here it is. thank you miss lexi for the story title. i can’t believe i wrote two fics in one day. you guys can request things for me if you want, even if i’m still kind of on a hiatus. i love and miss you guys sm. -n

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[niby-skaje]

Emmrich shouldn't be allowed to become a Lich if romanced.

Okay. Hear me out.

Regardless of our personal views as a player/Rook on a subject of lichdom, I feel, given what we've learned, that lich lords of Necropolis should not allow Emmrich to become a lich if he has a beloved.

Lichdom is important. It is rare - so rare that Emmrich himself mentions that he was the lords' first living petitioner in a long time. There aren't many liches there I suppose. We only get to see a maximum of three at a time. It is not something to be trifled with, as the process is some high, advanced magic with the soul sifting required and the journey one has to partake - journey of self-discovery and learning to even be considered worthy. And then it still can go wrong. Our soul may still fail the final test (I assume it must be a possibility).

And then, the burden - the burden of knowledge, of power and responsibility that they have. We know that if we choose to bring Manfred back, then lichdom is lost for Emmrich forever for it shows that he cannot accept that others, those dear to him, will inevitably die, and that would mean that he might be susceptible to the abuse of power, as the lich we speak to states. Such power in the wrong hands could easily lead to tyranny.

But when Emmrich is romanced, he becomes even less able to accept mortality - this time not only his own, but Rook's as well. And while lichdom may take away the fear of death he's felt all his life (if in a healthy way, that's another matter entirely), it replaces it with something new - the fear of losing his love. And not just fear - the knowledge, the certainty, that Rook WILL die. If not now, then someday, in twenty, maybe forty years. But it will. It is as certain as life and death itself.

And Emmrich has waited so long for the love of his life! Even if we omit all the banter and all the little things in the game, he himself tells us that we are the best thing that has ever happened to him. Most magnificent, in his own words. And from the little bits here and there we get to know that he longed for that kind of love all his life.He has turned to other things, to the pursuit of knowledge and immortality, because he has given up hope - only for love to find him so late, right on the doorstep of his lichdom. He accepts it, he allows himself to be swayed by that love, he immerses himself in it completely, like a besotted fool (again, in his own words).

With all that, we know that once the time comes, he cannot and will not let Rook go. He may have slight doubts and we may talk to him about it, but we know that he cannot really choose and in the end he refuses to do so, assuring us that his love will be unchanged even as a lich. But that is not true, for now his love is different, as he now knows that we will be parted and he will remain. The dread he's felt all his life now changes its target, and the love and the fear become so intertwined, so painful, in a way he didn't even expect.

Very, very dangerous for someone with such immense power.

And then, after being trapped in the Fade he tells us that he will allow nothing to part us again. "Not in this, nor any other world". He will find a way, no matter the cost. Even as a lich, though some of his senses may be altered or dulled, he still feels, the emotions still flow within him as they did when he was mortal, perhaps even more so. He loves Rook more than anything in the world, he dreads the time when they will be separated, he dreads how he would go on without them, how he would mourn them for eternity... though now he has all the power and knowledge and time of the lich. He may be able to find a way - even if it is an abuse of the responsibility of his new position. He is blinded by love, even in a state that should transcend all things mortal.

Lich lords are not supposed to care about themselves, for they are meant to serve the Necropolis, to thwart any dangers outside of mortals' grasps, they are to guide and protect. A higher purpose, not of the flesh and the heart, but of wisdom and reason.

With all that in mind, with all the potential for abuse of power he is given, I cannot fathom how the lich lords could entrust such power to romanced Emmrich - or anyone else, for that matter, who is unwilling to sever their ties with the mortal world once and for all. For me, there should be no doubt that to ascend as a lich, one must shed all mortal ties, whatever they may be - and that includes love.

Emmrich's obligatory tax.

[the-fab-fox]

Okay it's late so I can't update the GoFundMe just yet but I wanted to let y'all know I'm finally getting back into work. Slowly, but surely.

I had been worried, due to being gone so long and still very much dealing with the same health issues that put me on medical leave. I am now listening to my body, however, and holding firm with my work on what I can and can't handle. But due to still being in pain nearly 24/7, I worry about falling short constantly.

Thankfully, the clients I assist (I'm an in-home caregiver) all seem to love me and I've been getting good feedback which has been given by some of them to my work. Just wanna make sure I can give my clients the absolute 100% best care that I can give.

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Due to this, I'm now requesting help getting my car note fully paid for the month. That's $370. Then I need cat food and cat litter. Those two combined come out to roughly $60. And lastly, I'm in need of a pair of new non-skid shoes and a pair of rain boots which is likely 70 for the cheap options and 250 all together for the more expensive. To give you a range.

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Also I desperately need new bedding and a bed bug cover as well as new pillows. All together roughly those should be 110-120.

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I'm giving these different options so if there's one you wanna give to specifically, you can just put that in the notes of the transaction. I'll then be sure to update/reblog the post with the updates so that's way it's transparent what's been given and where it goes.

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The very last thing is weed. I know not everyone partakes but it is legal here where I live recreationally as well as medicinally. I don't have a medical marijuana card but I still use it to help with my nausea that results from the GERD. (Yes I know smoking with gerd is crazy but I vape so I'm already inhaling stuff. Plus flower gives the best highs for me.) Anyway generally I get two ounces and that comes out to 150-160.

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Thank you so much for your consideration. It means the world to me. You can, of course, still donate to the GoFundMe directly if you would rather or that makes you feel more secure in your donation. I totally get it!

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That said, it takes 7 days from the day they release the funds and that never right away. PayPal is immediate and I will be manually adding these donations to GoFundMe as well so they are reflected in the already gathered amount.

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Thank you so much yet again. I want to really this morning to send anyone reading this epic fabulous vibes for the year and am setting the absolute intention that the universe gives you and your loved ones everything y'all need to thrive in life. So mote it be! 🙏💖🙏💖🙏💖

Please donate,

if you can afford to do so and would like to help me.

Please reblog,

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I thank you all so very deeply for not judging me and for lifting me up and giving me hope and community.

[sleepingdeath-light]

mel medarda smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; arcane

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; mel medarda

outline ; “smut hcs for mel”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive-leaning switch!mel medarda, body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, lingerie kink, overstimulation, oral sex (mel receiving), cock/strap warming

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

despite what her role as a councillor in piltover and her authoratative presence may have you believe, mel is actually a switch with a strong lean towards submission — naturally, it takes a while for her to trust someone enough to submit to them and her usual default is either dominating them or acting as their equal in the bedroom, but once you’ve gained her complete trust you’ll get to see a much more relaxed and comfortable version of mel that even other members of the council aren’t privy to

mel is someone who prefers affection and love making over rough play and mindless fucking, who loves being doted on and spoiled in the bedroom as opposed to being teased and denied, and as a result of this preference she finds herself particularly enjoying the act of body worship — she’s happy to reciprocate in kind, of course, and isn’t even remotely opposed to prolonged foreplay with you when she’s taking on the role of your domme, but for her there’s just something special about being able to come home after a long day of work and be spoiled rotten by her beloved

she’ll wait for her release for as long as it takes for you to go through your usual motions: skilfully massaging the aches and pains from her body, peppering kisses along her skin that go from cheeky and chaste to passionate and promising the closer you get to her dripping cunt, helping her undress bit by bit until she’s able to lounge completely bare before you, whispering hushed words of affection against her skin as you go, and barely touching her where she longs for you the most until you’ve worshipped every millimetre of her worn body — she’s a patient woman so feel free to take all the time you need to do this, she’s hardly going to complain when she has your undivided attention and the unspoken promise of much more to come (unless it’s completely in jest)

as implied in the previous point, mel does also have something of a praise kink — for her it’s more about giving than receiving and she’s very open about letting you know how good of a job you’re doing and how attractive she finds you, but if you decide to sprinkle in some bits of praise here and there while you make love to her then she’s certainly not going to fault you for it

she excels at dirty talk and, as keenly observant as she is, mel is always quick to adapt her approach and tone to ensure that she’s able to have the greatest effect on you she possibly can in the bedroom (or even outside of it if she feels like being a tease) — e.g. if you’re very obviously undressing her with your eyes at a public event then she’s going to pull you aside and tease you for being so obvious and impatient, or if you have a degradation kink then she’s going to lean more into that than her usual teasing and praise when she’s dominating you in bed

she has an extensive collection of beautiful lingerie both imported from overseas and bought from within piltover’s own borders, each set is wholly unique in its design and material and yet each and every piece manages to flatter her figure in its own way — there are only a few pieces that she wears regularly, but if you asked she’d be more than happy to show off her full collection for you

or even to purchase some sets for you to wear yourself if you’re also someone who enjoys the look and feel of lingerie

overstimulation is another thing that mel enjoys partaking in both as the giving and the receiving party — as a giver she does it because she likes how fucked-out and pussy drunk you get when you’re too far gone to think of anything but how good it feels to have her pleasuring you, and as a receiver she mainly enjoys it because it’s nice to not have to think about everything and everyone for once in her life (she loves her job as a member of the council, don’t get her wrong, but diplomacy can be a bit of a headache so having the freedom to be thoughtless, dumb, messy, and drunk on pleasure is a welcome change for her)

while she has no problem reciprocating the act or simply giving it with no intention of getting anything in return, mel does have a strong preference for receiving oral sex and is much more vocal than usual when you go down on her — her favourite position to receive this act in is for her to be laying on her back with you knelt or laying between her thighs, but she can also see the merit in riding your face or having you go down on her while she’s working in her home office

when it comes to specific positions, missionary and spooning (and, when she’s in the mood for something a bit rougher, the mating press) are her usual defaults — but she can also enjoy riding you and bottoming for doggy style on occasion, just so long as she can still indulge in her favourites

cock/strap-warming is something else that she likes to indulge in during the quiet days or long nights when she’s catching up on work for the council or for her personal projects — she’s not particularly fussy about whether that means her sitting on your lap while you wrap your arms around her to hold her close as she works, or having you straddling her waist with her strap-on buried inside of you as she finishes her work and occasionally turns her head to kiss your neck/cheek/jaw, as long as she’s able to keep you close and get all of the work done that she needs to

after all is said and done mel loves nothing more than being able to curl up against your side and engage in some soft pillow talk with you until you both finally fall asleep — conversations flowing seamlessly from genuine praise and check-ins to cheeky flirtation to discussions about whatever project has fallen into her lap or under her jurisdiction this time, all interspersed with soft affectionate actions like tracing patterns onto each other’s skin or pecking each other on the lips or anything else along those such lines

[d34dlysinner]

This is just a funny thought I had, but have ya ever done that school prank where ya jab two fingers into someone's waist/sides from behind?my school called it Taser

Some of the whb guys (Marbas) just have their waists out and vulnerable. Imagine just jabbing their waists and trying to run away afterwards, some of them probably laugh while others squeak. I just remembered being the target of this often cause I didn't really react lol.

okay this is a funny thought will mention some of the boys in here (the kings and right hands and some extra boys)

Satan felt two little fingers jab into his waist and turned around thinking that someone was challenging him in a disrespectful way. It was only till he saw that it was you that he calmed down and sighed. He gave you a warm smile and asked what your goals were by poking him like that. He didn't mind the reason eventually mostly because it was you. He did the same later during the day when you were off guard. Laughing when you were shocked. Sitri jumped a little before putting his teacup down. "MC... I'm happy you'd think it's funny to partake in these activities, but maybe you've interacted with Leraye too much?", is all he would say before giving you a small smile. "Though I wouldn't mind you touching me again." Mammon didn't even feel you jab into his waist. He only noticed that you were there, because he heard someone wincing in pain. Concerned he asked you what happened only to laugh at how you injured yourself. "If you want attention you can always demand my time.", he says before carrying you around Tartaros yet again. Bimet flinched a little but looked back at you with the most sarcastic face he could pull off. "If you have time poking people you should have time managing your bank account.", he says as he believes that you can always better spend your time earning money. He will sigh and pat your head after he noticed that your mood was low after he gave you a lecture. Valefor would smile and pat your head before asking your plans for the day. Maybe you'd want to spend it with him since you're here already? Leviathan he flinched and gave you a nasty look. "Why did you do that?", he would ask as he becomes sceptical to your reasoning for poking him. "You shouldn't do that when I'm working at least." He says before he walks off. At least he wouldn't hang you for something like that. Glasyalabolas ignored you. He just walked off and later, he would return to you to do the same to you... when you're taking a nap. Foras turned around and gave you a smile saying he didn't mind the poke. Later during the entire day you would feel random pokes of him. And you know it's him because it's always when you're alone and you feel someone poking you but you see no one. "There's no fun in it if you can see me."

Beelzebub instantly returned the gesture and made it a habit. Have fun with him poking you every time he visits you. Bael was too busy to care at the moment. Later on, when he's taking a break, will he ask you why you would poke him. Amon woke up from his usual nap and dragged you into his arms. He would poke you once before napping with you in his arms. Stolas yelped and turned around with a light blush on his face. He was about to point his gun and hurl insults your way until he realized that it was you. "Don't ever do that again.", is all he said before giving you a light huff and walking away. Lucifer stared at you with a blank expression as you stood there expecting a bit more from him. You didn't get a reaction out of him but definitely got one from the snake on his jacket. "Sorry", you whisper to the snake as you awkwardly excused yourself. Marbas noticed you poking him but didn't say anything apart from "I'm busy right now." Plus he is tied up. he wouldn't be able to do a lot to you to begin with. Gamigin jumped and his chimes were making a lot of noise. "MC! You scared me for a second...", he said before giving you a smile. He gave you a poke afterward. Morax would see you approach him. He would question what you were doing. He saw some hesitation in your actions and asked what was troubling you. When you explained that you wanted to poke him he understood your hesitation. "A little poke wouldn't hurt me if you're worrying about that.", he said as he gave you a little smile. Belphegor continued sleeping. You knew you wouldn't get a reaction out of him unless you do it constantly for a few minutes. He would warn you once. If you do it again he would send you back to Gehenna. Beleth would smile and most likely would flirt with you. Just for entertainment but if the flirting leads to something else (something more steamy) then he wouldn't mind it. Andrealphus gave you a smile before holding your hands. "Instead of poking me you could hold my hand like this. That way I can also know that it's you."

[moonlitcelestial]

Chapter 17

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 14,207

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Contains she/her pronouns.

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General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Cuteness, mentions of cooking knives

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The morning sunlight was filtering through the curtains. You took in your surroundings and smiled at the two you were cuddled up with. Looking around further you noticed Toothless lying stretched out on Seonghwa’s legs. You stretched yourself away from the two boys and peeked out the window above your head. The light of day was just barely shining over the trees in your backyard. You rolled and got out of bed not so gracefully and grabbed your glasses and phone. Determination set into your bones with a mission to cook your boyfriends a large breakfast. Slipping your slippers on you made your way out of the room and you smiled at the sleeping forms in the other bedrooms. They were dead to the world. Mocha had taken up residence in the bend of Yeosang’s legs. Beans was curled up on San’s chest and you chuckled at her, an attention whore at its finest. 

After the short trip to the kitchen you grabbed several ingredients out of the fridge. You set the ingredients on the counter and grabbed your Beats to turn on some music. Generally you would have had it blasting on the speakers scattered throughout your house but the boys were sleeping and you knew they needed it. You shuffled your playlist that mostly consisted of Ateez, Xikers, some Stray Kids, and some other rock artists from the states. As the music flowed through your ears you turned on the coffee maker and brewed a full pot for everyone to partake if they wished. Remembering that some of the boys had been fairly gone last night you grabbed your spare bottle of pain meds and set it on the higher part of your island.

You knew it would be nice out today so you moved to open some of the windows. As soon as the giants heard the clicks of you unlocking the windows they all came running down the stairs, leaping across the pedestals along the wall to get to their favorite spots. You opened the window next to the island and you cracked open the window you could reach behind the large cat treehouse. Mocha and Beans were already on their favorite perches on the treehouse. Toothless was sitting in his hammock on the window in the kitchen taking in the fresh air. Moving back into the main portion of the kitchen you made your way toward the pantry where you grabbed the dry ingredients for waffles and pancakes as well as the waffle iron. Setting everything down you moved to the sink and washed your hands. 

You moved with a fluid grace around the kitchen, which came with years of helping your mom. The boiled eggs were already done and resting and you had already made several pancakes and waffles for the boys. Now you move onto cutting up some fresh fruit between batches of the sweets. You were so into your music that you hadn't realized Yeosang came down the stairs. He appeared in front of you at the island and you almost cut yourself with the knife you startled so hard. You set the knife down and pushed the button on your headphones. Taking them away from your ears and setting them onto the island counter you smiled at him with a sheepish smile. 

“Good morning Sangie, did you sleep okay?” You briefly looked up at him and returned to cutting your strawberries. 

“Surprisingly well, although I have a mild headache.” You laughed lightly at his answer.

“Parties at my house tend to have that aftereffect. Thankfully for you I have a good hangover cure. There is some coffee over in the pot if you want some, if you want sugar it is right next to the coffee maker and creamer is in the fridge on the door. If you don't want coffee you are welcome to my tea collection above the coffee maker, if you choose tea all you have to do is push the button for the size you want and dunk the tea bag in. There are also some fruit drinks in the fridge, and pain meds set out on the counter. Make yourself at home.” You motioned to everything while you spoke.  

You paused your cutting when the small alarm went off for you to take out the waffle. Making your way over you opened the small waffle maker and grabbed the chopsticks to take it out and set it on the plate. You stuck the plate into the smaller part of your oven so it would keep warm. The stack of pancakes was fairly tall already so you had momentarily stopped cooking them so you could focus on cutting the fruit. As you moved around the kitchen you watched Yeosang out of the corner of your eye. He was leaning against the counter closest to the coffee maker holding one of your mugs in both hands, a tea bag handing over the side. He looked so content just standing there watching. 

Smiling at the small idea that just popped into your brain you approached Yeosang. His eyes widened at you comically as you put your hands over his and moved his hands to sit the cup on the countertop. You stood there smiling at him. He was looking over you curiously, his head tilted to the side and you could see the cute birthmark right next to his eye. His hands had dropped to his side as he froze while the gears were turning in his head. You took a step closer to him slowly and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks, you gently turned his head to the side so you could place a kiss to the birthmark. As you pulled away you looked at him. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head and he was trying so hard to suppress a small smile. His face was almost as red as his birthmark. He reached up to touch the spot you just kissed and then tried to hide from you. 

“I have always wanted to do that, and now that you are one of my eight boyfriends I can do it all I want.” He peeked out from between his fingers to look at you. He dropped his hands to the side and moved just a little closer to you to see if he heard you right. 

“What?” He blinked at you owlishly. You giggled at his response. He seemed like he was still completely processing the words that just came out of your mouth. 

“One of my boyfriends doesn't seem to process very well in the morning, it's a good thing he is a pretty doberman.” The responding smile that lit up his face was blinding as he took in the words the second time. He grabbed you and pulled you to him. Your arms immediately went around his middle while your heart started beating just a little quicker. You let out a breathless giggle as he squeezed you, resting your head on his shoulder he squeezed you tighter almost enough that you couldn’t breath. You heard a set of steps coming down the stairs. No matter how much you wanted to look to see which one of your boyfriends it was Yeosang didn't release you. 

“Good morning my moon and Sangie,” just from the one sentence you knew exactly who it was. His footsteps approached the two of you and you felt him plant a kiss on the back of your head. Yeosang seemed to have recovered from his bout of cuteness aggression and released you. You took a step back and turned to look at Seonghwa. His hair was a little messy, you reached up and fixed it gently. He smiled at you and pressed a quick peck to your lips. You let your face split into a grin as he stepped past you and gave Yeosang the same treatment. 

“Hwa, there is some ice in the freezer and a special setting for iced coffee if you want some.” He smiled fully at you, you pointed above your head to the cupboard full of cups and mugs. He grabbed the Star Wars one and moved to the fridge for the ice. Once you helped him figure it out you herded the two of them to sit at the island while you prepared the breakfast. 

The three of you chatted idly as you moved around the kitchen. You had finished cutting up the fruit and arranged it on one of the large wooden charcuterie boards you had. Once you were finished arranging the fruits you wrapped it up in cling wrap and stored it in the fridge. Throughout the process of setting it up you caught Seonghwa on more than one occasion snagging some of your cut strawberries. You left him some out and he immediately started snacking, feeding a couple to Yeosang as he went.

Once you were satisfied by the amount of both waffles and pancakes you started on the more savory side of things. You grabbed the bacon, steak, pork, and chicken out of the fridge. Seonghwa’s eyes got wide at the amount of food you just pulled out. Yeosang’s eyes got wide when you pulled out the chicken. You laughed at them as you started preparing everything, you sliced the steak first, threw it into one of your pans, and moved onto arranging the bacon to cook. This time the three of you turned to look to see who was coming down the stairs as soon as the first step creaked. Wooyoung came around the corner releasing a loud yawn. You waved to him with the chopsticks in your hands and started prodding the bacon around as it cooked. What you missed was his wide eyes at the smell of food and possibly because of you.  

You gave him your coffee and tea spiel without even looking up at him to see his reaction. He made his way past you and evaded you as you took a step to the side to set down your chopsticks and toss around the steak. You heard him hum as the first sip of coffee slipped past his lips. A smile broke out onto your face as you looked at him. He returned your smile with a cute sleepy one. 

“Do you need some help with anything, Noona?” He set his cup of coffee to the side and looked at you curiously. 

“If you could grab one of the other packages of meat and cut it up for me that would be great, this batch is almost done and I have a lot of mouths to feed.” He slipped past you and made his way to the station you had previously set up. 

“There should be clean cutting boards for each kind of meat in the cupboard below you.” He nodded and diligently started cutting the other various meats. When you turned around next he had all of it separated and waiting for you. A large grin split across your face as he looked at you with a small smile while leaning against the counter with his cup of coffee. You turned back and started plating the meats on the large platter you set out. The steak and bacon were looking great, you stepped back to open the larger portion of your oven. Wooyoung was already there and he opened it for you. You set the meat on the middle of the rack and turned to him with a smile. 

Glancing over to the other two at the bar to see them leaning together and basking in a quiet moment, Yeosang had peered up at you through his lashes and raised his eyebrow at you. You winked at him. You kind of wanted to destroy the quiet moment, your inner Wooyoung tendencies were trying to shine through; courtesy of your close proximity to him. Turning back to Wooyoung who was looking at you already, you smirked and stepped closer. His smile widened but it stopped growing when he noticed how close you were. You quickly grabbed his face and placed a quick kiss on his lips. You stepped back and his eyes were so wide you worried they might fall out of his head. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle the huge smile that was attempting to worm its way onto your face.

“Yah?!” He paused looking between you and the other two at the island; he was trying very hard to process what just happened. The other two were looking at him like he was crazy after he startled them. 

“Yah!!” He shouted again, his brain must have crashed and required a yelling restart. He looked back at you and pointed between him, the other two, then to himself again, and finally to you. 

“Wait, aahh!! I'm going to get in so much trouble, Joongie said not to do anything until he talks to you!!” He ran a couple of steps away from you toward the nook and hid himself behind his hands as he crouched down. You snorted at his panicked reaction, he wasn't thinking the situation completely through. The other two were stifling their reactions and you could have sworn Yeosang was recording the entire thing. 

“Shhhhh, our other boyfriends are sleeping.” You were trying to keep a straight face as you held your finger up to your lips. You felt your face twitch from the amount of effort you had to use to keep your face neutral. He peeked out from between his fingers and you knew that he had picked up that habit from Yeosang. “Surprise?” you shrugged finally letting the smile split across your face. 

He immediately straightened and marched over to you getting close like you had earlier. He grabbed your face and quickly brought his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you smiled into the burning kiss. His lips were slightly chapped and he tasted faintly of the coffee he was sipping earlier. You settled your hands on his waist and you gave him a light squeeze. He tilted his head and you could feel his smirk as his mouth worked against yours. He was entirely in control of the kiss as he tilted your head back just barely. You pulled him closer by the waist and you heard a noise of surprise. The both of you broke apart slightly panting and looked at the person who was standing behind Seonghwa and Yeosang. Of course leave it to San to walk into you and Wooyoung’s antics. His eyes were comically wide.

“I need coffee to even process this,” he muttered. You laughed and stepped away from Wooyoung to grab him a cute mug. You missed Wooyoung’s celebratory motion behind you, the only indication something happened was the twin snorts that came out of Yeosang and Seonghwa. Grabbing the pot of coffee you poured him a cup and set it down in front of him at the island. You grabbed the sugar tin and made your way over to get creamer. After you had secured the goods you returned to him and set them in front of him. He looked up at you with a small smile. You returned the gesture and stepped to the other side of the island to grab the remaining meat and another pan. If he needed time to wake up and process you would let him have it. Wooyoung walked over to stand beside you at the large stove.

“You are a minx, I cannot believe that you just did that to me.” You felt his arm snake around your waist and gently squeeze your hip. 

“I took a page out of your menace book, I figured it was about time you got a taste of your own medicine.” He pinched your side and you let out a small yelp. He was lucky you were not holding a spatula or spoon otherwise he would have gotten smacked. Instead you opted for snapping your chopsticks at him. He grabbed the other pair you set aside for the pork and did the same. You turned to look at him with your head tilted, a silent challenge. 

You stepped away from the stove and took up an almost fencing-like stance. You raised your other hand and waved at him to see if he would join you in a battle of the chopsticks. He mirrored your posture and you lunged at him snapping your chopsticks right close to his face. He evaded you by leaning back and he counterattacked by snapping his close to your sides. You let out a laugh and leapt back and taunted him to see if he would do it again. He tried again and you leapt around him narrowly avoiding the countertop. He turned toward you and before he could react you started a flurry of attacks alternating sides effectively backing him up to the edge of the kitchen close to the open window with Toothless. You booped his nose and turned on your heel to walk back over to the stove. A loud laugh erupted from somewhere near the stairs. Yunho was standing at the base of the stairs laughing at the two of you. 

“How in the world do you two have this much energy?” He asked, stepping past the rest of the boys and into the kitchen toward the coffee pot. You shrugged at him and tossed around the chicken. 

“Woo, you need to flip the pork otherwise it is going to burn.” He came over to your side and wrapped his arm around you as he did so. He skillfully tossed the pork with the pan and set it back down. You smiled at him and he kissed your cheek. Instead of reacting like you usually did, which was to playfully push him away, you just smiled at him.  

Yunho looked to the three other boys to see if they saw what happened, each of them gave him some noncommittal answer or a shrug of their shoulders. They knew at this point you would be telling each of them in your own special way, even though San may have spoiled that for himself. The two of you were standing in front of the stove and listening to the other four chatter while keeping an eye on the meat. Wooyoung seemed to just be content with holding you close. Stepping back you moved to grab one of your oven mitts and grab the tray you had put into the main portion of the oven. Wooyoung had clocked your intention and immediately moved to open and close it for you. You drained the grease out into a small jar you had set aside and put the chicken onto the platter. Wooyoung had cut it up into the perfect strips. You rearranged them with your chopsticks to make sure you had enough room for the pork which was still cooking. Picking up a piece of chicken, you held your hand under it and approached Yeosang. 

He looked at you with wide eyes and you opened your mouth to show him your intention. He hesitantly opened his mouth and you gave him the piece of chicken, he covered his mouth as he chewed. You heard him let out a hum of approval and you did a mental celebration that he likes your cooking. You turned around and went back to the platter carefully stepping around Wooyoung who was finishing up the pork. You grabbed a piece of steak and did the same thing with Seonghwa. He was smiling at you the entire time you approached. When you got close enough he opened his mouth for you and you gave him the bite of steak. He threw his head back and groaned, you were two for two at this point. You approached San with a piece of pork Wooyoung had just sat down and offered it to him. He still seemed like he wasn't quite awake yet. He gently took it from you and hummed with a nod. Next was Yunho, you grabbed a piece of chicken and offered it to him. He crouched down to your height and took it from your chopsticks. As he chewed his face split into a grin. 

“You did wonderfully Y/n-nie, this tastes really good.” He said, covering his mouth.

“Thank you,” you paused considering the words you were about to say. “Also I'd prefer if you called me yours or your girlfriend,” You smiled up at him and watched as his face went from smiling to shock. Before you could blink he had picked you up and spun with you. You let out a loud giggle and snuggled your head against the crook of his neck. Once he was done celebrating he set you back down on your feet. His smile was contagious. You squeezed his arm and moved away from him to go back to the stove. You still had to make the eggs. You grabbed them off the counter and started cracking them into a bowl to make scrambled eggs. Once you had put at least fifteen in you grabbed the milk back out of the fridge and poured a little in the eggs. Seasoning it with salt and pepper and a couple of other things you started mixing it. Once you were satisfied that the mixture was thoroughly combined you poured it into a pan. 

“Could one of you loves set the table outside pretty please? The silverware and chopsticks are in the drawer closest to the dishwasher and the plates are in the cabinet closest to the pantry, the cups are above the coffee maker.” You kept your eye on the mixture and heard a couple of chairs scrape against the wood floor. A couple of people gently maneuvered themselves around you and someone pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You looked down just slightly at the affection. This was something that was going to take some getting used to. The other three boys had made their way out of the kitchen. You waved San over to you so you could keep an eye on the eggs. He got up and slowly made his way over to you. When he got close enough you set down your chopsticks and grabbed his hand. 

“Hi Sannie, I'm sorry if I have overwhelmed you. I know walking down the stairs to see one of your boyfriends kissing another person must have been a little weird.” You looked down a little in embarrassment, you really hoped that you didn't screw this up on your first official day of being with them.  He squeezed your hand. 

“Y/n-nie, can I be completely honest with you?” You nodded at him and squeezed his hand back.  

He took a deep breath, “I was the first one to develop feelings for you. My first thought when I saw you walk into the waiting room of your studio was that you were gorgeous and magnificent, I couldn't believe you were real. After a little bit of getting to know you I expressed my growing feelings for you to the boys and was so worried that I would mess things up with them if I had feelings for you. When Joongie asked us a couple of days later about adding you to our relationship I was so excited. Coming down the stairs to see you kissing Wooyoung made my heart soar because I would finally get to do this without repercussions.” He gently grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was the opposite of Wooyoung’s, he was gentle but sure. He moved his hands to your hips while you melted into the kiss. You let your eyes flutter shut while you brought your arms to rest on his broad shoulders. His hands slid around to the center of your back pulling you impossibly closer. You could taste the faint notes of coffee on his soft lips, he sighed through his nose as you moved your hands to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled away from you and rested his forehead on yours. He was grinning like he just won the lottery, his dimples on full display. Your eyes flicked over to the eggs and you grabbed the chopsticks and absentmindedly shuffled them around. 

You heard Toothless meowing, moving to look around San, you saw him sitting at the back door looking pitifully at the three men that were sitting outside basking in the morning light. You tried to step away from San but he pulled you into a hug. 

“I am so glad we have you Jagi,” (sweetie) He muttered against the skin of your neck. He placed a gentle kiss there before letting you go. You stepped toward Toothless and smiled as he meowed up at you. You opened the door and let him out, you may as well leave the door open at this point. He rushed outside and started rubbing on Seonghwa and Wooyoung. He was definitely going to love having the boys around more. You turned back to head to the kitchen and watched as San was taking care of the eggs. Approaching him you slid your hand around his tiny waist and bent to press a kiss to his bare shoulder; bless this man’s obsession with tank tops. He turned to look at you with a smile. 

“They should be done, could you grab a pot holder and take it outside to our other boyfriends while I grab the rest of the things.” He nodded and grabbed the pot holder that was laying on the counter not too far from him. You made your way to the fridge and pulled out the fresh fruit tray. Unwrapping it you threw away the cling wrap and brought it out to your boys. The three who hadn't been awake when you were preparing it exclaimed at the artful way everything was displayed. 

“There is plenty more where this came from. If you find that you want more of a particular fruit let me know and I'll grab it.” You went back into the kitchen and grabbed all of the toppings you could think of setting them on the counter. You grabbed everything and set it on another carrying tray. Bringing it out you smiled at the boys who almost snatched the whipped cream can from you before you even sat the tray down. You shook your heads at them and went back in to grab the pancakes and waffles, once you made it back you balanced both large plates that were stacked high with the sweets and made your way outside. The boys cheered for you as you set the plates down. You went back in for drinks and the large meat tray, you felt eyes on you and you turned to see Jongho standing there rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi Aegiya (baby), breakfast is being served outside if you would like to go take a seat.” As soon as you spoke he looked at you with the large tray balanced in your hands and the several juice drink cartons under your arms. He wordlessly grabbed the large tray from you and walked outside to set it on the table. Smiling at him you readjusted your drinks, moved to grab the boiled eggs instead and made your way back out. You set all of the drinks and eggs down and placed your hands on Yeosang’s shoulders, he leaned himself into you as best he could with the back of the chair in the way. The only thing that was missing was two of your boyfriends. 

“I am going to wake the other two up. You go ahead and start eating, if you need anything while I am gone you are welcome to snoop around until you find it.” You smiled at each of them and walked back into the house. Making your way toward the stairs you looked up and saw Mingi heading down. He smiled warmly at you as he made it to the last step. 

“Good morning, breakfast is outside with the rest of the boys, go start eating. I will be back, I am going to wake Joongie up.” He nodded at you and placed a kiss on your hairline before walking away. He was such a giant sweet princess, and he didn't even know you were dating yet. You walked up the stairs and made your way to your room. There was a lump under the covers at the center of your bed, on top of said lump was Mocha. She must have lost interest in everything downstairs and retreated to the quiet of your room; Hongjoong being a heat source was just a bonus for her. You approached cautiously and crawled up onto the bed. The only thing you could see was Hongjoong’s face amidst the blankets. You gently shifted Mocha to get off him as you got closer. 

You started placing gentle kisses all over his face, he let out a small groan and scooted away from your assault. You chuckled and started running your fingers through his hair to partially tame it. “Joongie, breakfast is ready for you downstairs.” He murmured and reached out blindly to you. You let him grab ahold of you and he tugged you down. You were now situated on your back as he crawled his way on top of you. You let out a laugh at him. 

“Joongie, I made you breakfast.” He stirred a little more and nuzzled himself against your neck. 

“Don't wanna move.”

“How about five minutes of cuddles and then we head down.” He nodded against you, you shook your head with a smile and started combing your fingers through his hair again. He hummed at the motion and you could feel his cute little smile against your neck. Looking over to the clock on your shelf you realized that it was already almost 11 a.m. You moved your hand from his hair to his shoulders and started rubbing the length of them. He whined at you and you stopped, you pushed your head back and looked at him curiously; his eyes were just barely opened. He grabbed the hand he could reach and put it on his head. You let out a giggle at how cute this man was when he was half asleep. You resumed your ministrations and placed your cheek on the crown of his head. 

Not even a minute later Wooyoung came bounding into the room and jumped on your bed. “Yah! Joongie hyung stop hogging our girl.” He started to pull the covers away from Hongjoong; who almost growled at him. You kept your laughter at bay as Wooyoung kept trying to get him up off of you. You looked at Wooyoung who was smiling like a madman, you held up your hand to stop whatever he was about to do. He pouted at you and sat back on his haunches waiting for you to get Hongjoong up. 

“Come on songbird, let's go eat.” His head perked up from where it was resting against you. His dark hair was scattered and his eyes were half closed. “I've got coffee and a large breakfast out there waiting for you if the other boys haven’t devoured it yet.” You ran your hand through his hair again attempting to smooth it out; it wasn't really working.

“It's the biggest and best spread of food I’ve seen in a while Hyung” Wooyoung chirped from beside the two of you. 

He grumbled and sat up from his place. Wooyoung had almost immediately grabbed you and him and dragged you out of your room. You followed behind Wooyoung to the porch and you saw two full plates set aside for you and Hongjoong. You smiled as you separated yourself from the two of them and make your way back into the kitchen to prepare Hongjoong his coffee. You had to brew a little more so as you waited you started collecting the things to bring outside. You grabbed your little ice bucket and scooped some crushed ice into it before bringing it outside to set in the middle of the table. Once you heard the coffee pot stop brewing you grabbed it and also brought it out to the boys. As well as a music note coffee mug for Hongjoong.

As soon as you got back outside you stopped a second to take in the scene. The boys were all smiling and laughing with each other. Their plates were full of the various foods you made, but even though you told them to start eating they hadn’t; they waited for you. You felt a small smile creep onto your face. Mocha, Beans and Toothless were all making their rounds to see if they could trick one of the boys into giving them something; if they hadn’t already. You felt a peace settle over you. 

You felt someone’s eyes on you and you looked around the table to see Mingi looking at you with his head tilted. You smiled wider at him and started to make your way around the table offering coffee refills. Once you were sure the boys were finally taken care of you sat between Hongjoong and the empty seat, which was quickly filled by Beans. You reached over and scratched her head before starting to eat. Once they noticed you took your first bite they started eating. 

A couple minutes into eating you felt Hongjoong rest his hand on your knee, you looked over to see him engaged in a conversation with Jongho across the table. You brought your hand down and rested it over his, almost immediately he turned his hand over and intertwined his fingers with yours. You all ate in relative silence and when most of your food was gone you sat back and watched some of the boys grab for some more food. 

“Y/n-nie,” you looked up and around Hongjoong and Seonghwa to San, “Can we go swimming later?” Each pair of eyes fell to yours, some of the boys were leaning toward you in anticipation of your answer.  

“You are grown adults, you don't have to ask for permission Sannie.” you chuckled. “Although I might have a little bit of heart trouble seeing eight handsome men swimming or meandering about in my backyard.” 

“Don’t worry Noona, I know CPR.” Your head moved over immediately to look at Wooyoung, his chest was puffed out in a proud manner; which earned him a smack from Mingi. 

“Yah! Am I not allowed to flirt with our girlfriend?” He rubbed the back of his neck where Mingi smacked him and where Yunho was about to smack him for being a yapper. Both Mingi and Jongho’s gaze shot to you. Mingi burst out of his chair and scared the daylights out of San who was sitting next to him eating his strawberry and whipped cream covered waffle peacefully. Hongjoong squeezed your hand under the table as you looked at him; he was trying to hold back a smile.

“I should have told you last blabbermouth,” you muttered, sinking into your chair in embarrassment. You met Jongho’s intense gaze and you could see the small smile on his face. He didn’t keep eye contact with you for very long; opting to take a sip of his drink to break eye contact. You looked over to Mingi who was beaming at you. 

“You accepted?” Mingi was still standing and now leaning on his hands which were situated on the end of the table. 

“Does this answer your question?” You raised the hand that was intertwined with Hongjoong’s from under the table. If his smile could have gotten wider it would have. You could barely see his beautiful eyes because they were hidden by his cheeks. He burst up from his leaning position and marched his way over to you. Hongjoong let go of your hand as you were immediately brought out of your chair by Mingi. He grabbed your shoulders and brought you to him in a hug. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“Hi Mingles,” you said between huffs of laughter. His hold on you tightened before he released you, his hands were still sitting on your shoulders. They moved up your neck to cradle your face. He was still beaming at you and you were sure you had the same look on your face. He pulled you closer to him and ducked down to place his plush lips on yours. As soon as he did you melted into his gentle hold, closing your eyes. You heard a few hoots from the boys behind you as you stepped closer to him leaving no space between the two of you. One of his hands traveled from your face to the back of your neck as he tilted your head back so he could stand at his full height. Your hands felt the heat from his back seeping into them, this was real. You felt something hit you square on the back of he head. Peeling yourself away from Mingi you turned around to look and see who did it. Your eyes met Wooyoung’s and immediately you knew. 

“Jung Wooyoung!” You separated yourself from Mingi and flew around the table to get to where he was seated. His eyes got wide as he saw you coming and he leapt out of his chair knocking it over and taking off toward the french doors that separated the porch from your backyard. You sprinted after him, he was quick you knew that much from watching the clips of him. You were just as quick but you knew this place like the back of your hand so you knew all of the possible escape routes he could take. You chased him down the pathway lined with firefly lights out toward the pool. An absolutely mischievous idea came to mind. Just as he skidded to a stop in front of the curved part of the pool you shoved him into it. He waved his arms to try to steady himself but you had knocked him just hard enough that it wouldn’t work, he let out a strangled shriek before hitting the water. 

Most of the boys had followed you out into the backyard and some of them fell over with how hard they were laughing. He came back up for air and glared at you; it was half hearted at best. You were grinning at him and he tried to grab your ankle to pull you into the water but you were just out of reach.

“Looks like one of us gets to swim a little earlier than the rest of us, hopefully the cat likes water.” You blew him a kiss, flipped your hair and walked back up to the rest of the boys. Yunho and Mingi both gave you a high five as you walked past. Yeosang was covering the bottom half of his face while he laughed. Jongho was grinning ear to ear as you passed him to go back onto the porch. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were both attempting and failing to contain their grins. San was just smiling proudly at you as he made his way over to help Wooyoung. 

After grabbing a spare towel from one of the stashes you had out here and setting it into his chair you settled yourself back into your seat and started munching on a few strawberries. The boys filtered back in and you smirked at Wooyoung who was absolutely soaked. Just as everyone made their way back onto the porch, Toothless hopped into the chair next to you. You reached out and petted him scratching under his chin. ”Yous is the best black cat around, aren't you bud” San let out a laugh and you heard Woo huff.

After finishing up breakfast and cleaning up the table Seonghwa was sweet enough to help you clean up in the kitchen. He was rinsing off the dishes and handing them to you to put into the dishwasher; the perfect system. The boys had disappeared all over the house while you two just cleaned in a comfortable silence. He handed you another dish and you heard someone clear their throat. You both looked up to see San, Wooyoung, Mingi and Yunho shirtless in their swimsuits. Your eyes ran over each of their toned bodies, their beautiful honey colored skin was absolutely gorgeous, you felt your brain and heart lock up. 

Fuck. 

Heat rushed to your face and you almost dropped the plate you were holding. You immediately covered your face using the plate in your hands. Someone clicked their tongue at you. 

“Remember what happened last time princess, don’t cover your face.” Yunho’s voice was a lot closer than you thought he was. You peeked over the plate to see him leaning over the island close to you. You squeaked and backed up a step from his intense gaze. When you stepped back you saw how red Seonghwa’s face was as well. You set the plate into the dishwasher and as soon as you straightened from closing it you saw the rest of your boyfriends appear around the corner from the stairs.

The heat that had rushed to your face started traveling down your neck and to your chest. You could physically feel how much of it was radiating off your body. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the beautiful sight in front of you. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn’t even form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. 

“We are going to go swim, you both are welcome to join us whenever you want,” Hongjoong was smiling like Cheshire the cat at the two of you standing behind the island. These damned assholes knew exactly what they were doing to the both of you. You nodded quickly and looked to Seonghwa, who wasn’t much better than you. He muttered some version of okay and the others seemed to be satisfied with the answers as they walked off through the back door. 

“Holy fuck,” you whispered. You sank down to sit on the floor to ground yourself from the immediate clusterfuck that was your mind after that show. Seonghwa looked down at you and decided to join you. 

“Those are our boyfriends, sometimes I still can’t even believe it and I have been with them for years.” 

“I’ve not even been with you guys for a day and I still feel like I am daydreaming. Holy shit this is real.” He rested his head on yours. 

“It’s real my moon.” Your responding smile sent shivers down his spine. 

“Y’know, I really like that nickname.” you scooted closer to him. 

“Really?” He grabbed your hand and started running his thumb over the back of it after he intertwined your fingers. You looked at your intertwined hands and smiled, the simple affection doing wonders for your poor heart. 

“Yeah, for as long as I can remember I have always loved the moon. It holds a special place in my heart. I also really like it because it reminds me of my Granny.” He hummed letting you know he was still listening. 

“She used to call me her moon amongst the stars, saying that no matter what phase we were in in our lives we would always be there for each other. It is also one of the several reasons I got the waves with the moon in the center.” You held out your left arm looking at it. 

“I know I told you guys that it was for my love of the ocean but that was only partially true. It was because of her, we both loved the ocean, she would always tell me it was her first love before meeting her last; my Papa. She always snuck me away to the ocean when I was having a hard time. When I moved here I didn’t get to have that anymore so I got it tattooed. No matter where I am I get to carry a piece of her with me.” 

“That’s beautiful. She sounds like a special lady.”

“She really was.” Both of your heads turned as soon as you heard yelling in the background. The boys were playing a match of chicken in the pool. You watched as Yeosang and Yunho took on Mingi and Hongjoong. Yeosang reached over to knock the captain off Mingi’s shoulders but Mingi got to Yunho first and knocked him off kilter which sent the both of them into the pool. Wooyoung’s laughter rang through the backyard and you snickered with him. You briefly caught sight of Wooyoung getting out of the pool to go down the slide. 

“Want to go join our boys?” You looked at Seonghwa who was already looking at you with a cute smile. What you didn't know was he was watching you the entire time you were watching them, just appreciating you. 

“Yeah, let's go.” He got up and offered you a hand to help. You followed him up the stairs and to your room where his go bag was. 

“You can change in here or in the bathroom, I’m going to change in the closet.” He hummed as he dug through his bag. You stepped into the closet, closing the door. Making your way over to the drawers you opened it to grab your swimsuit. You held up the two options you had, and decided on the one that showed your moth tattoo. Slipping out of your sleepwear you pulled the bathing suit up and adjusted yourself so it fit properly, making sure to accentuate your curves just a little. It had a cutout just under your chest and it came up a little higher on your hip so the entirety of both of your hip tattoos were visible. You checked yourself out in the mirror and smiled, if they were going to be assholes about showing skin, so were you even if it made you a little self conscious. Setting down your glasses you grabbed your contacts and made quick work of getting them into your eyes. 

You knocked on the door and heard Seonghwa tell you that you were clear. You stepped out of the closet and looked at him, his back was to you while he petted Mocha, you admired the view. He straightened back up and turned to you, his jaw immediately dropped and you felt a bashful smile creep up onto your face. 

“You are absolutely stunning.” He walked up to you and put his hands on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled up at him fully. He leaned in pulling you closer by the hips and captured your lips. You leaned into the kiss closing your eyes and smiled once his hands started roaming around your back and up your spine. The heat of his hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Your hands made their way into his dark hair which you gave a light tug to before moving one to his cheek. You felt his sigh as he tilted his head to make the kiss just a little deeper. His hands pulled you closer by your lower back and you arched into his touch. The both of you were absorbed in the feeling of each other. He was the one strong enough to pull away when you heard general commotion from outside. You both looked at each other panting slightly, his ears were tinged red and you let out a small giggle at him. He rested his forehead against yours and took a couple of deep breaths. 

“I could do that all day, but I don’t think the others would like me hogging you” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours. Your responding giggle made him smile even wider. 

“I don’t think they would either,” you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and made your way out of the room and to the linen closet right outside your door. You grabbed as many towels as you could before looking back at Seonghwa. He looked almost dazed, like he was deep in thought. 

“You okay my star?” He turned to look at you, you could see the thoughts churning behind his eyes like storm clouds. You made your way back to him and set the towels on your bed. “What’s going on Hwa?” He hesitated and opened his mouth and closed it again. You patiently waited for him to win the battle in his head. 

“I love you, I know it is really early, but I feel it in my heart and soul that you are meant to be with us.” he shuffled his feet on the plush rug he was standing on. His hands were wringing together in front of him. You grabbed his wrist and made him let go of his other hand. You pressed a kiss to the inside of his arm before pulling his arms over your shoulders into a hug. 

“I love you too,” you whispered. He sagged in relief and rested on you. You both stood there for a minute before you felt something rub against your calf. The both of you separated and looked down to see Mocha. 

“Hi sweet girl,” you crouched down and held out your hand to her. She rubbed her face on it and then rubbed on Seonghwa. He lightly laughed at the ticklish sensation before squatting down with you to pet her. You heard Wooyoung screech and then a large splash followed by the loud laughter of Mingi and Yunho. Both of you looked at each other and realized that you had completely forgotten they were outside in the pool. Standing up you walked to the bed for the mountain of towels. Seonghwa grabbed a few from you and you both made your way down the stairs and out to the backyard.

When you appeared you set down the towels on the small circular daybed and turned to look at the hooligans in the water. Hongjoong was wearing a beautiful smile that held a little bit of menace behind it. Wooyoung had a shit eating grin on his face, San who stood next to him was smiling a wide dimpled smile. Yunho and Mingi were both looking at you in shock. Jongho was slightly interested but he seemed more bashful than anything. Yeosang was trying to hide his full smile up at you from close to the edge of the pool, he was close enough that you could see the small amount of red on his face. 

“My eyes are up here boys.” All of them straightened. You rolled your eyes at them and made your way to the edge of the pool. You sat down on the concrete and put your feet into the water, the first one to get to you was Yeosang. He was looking up at you with a sweet smile. 

“Hi,” you tucked some of his hair back and let your hand linger on the birthmark close to his eye. He flushed a deeper red and just briefly looked away from you. 

“Hi, want some help getting into the pool?” You couldn’t hold back the smile that wormed its way onto your face. What a sweetheart.

“Sure Sangie.” Before you even finished your word his hands grabbed your waist and he lifted you off the concrete and into the pool. The chill of the water sent a shiver up your spine and goosebumps broke out across your skin. You held onto his biceps and squeezed slightly before muttering for only him to hear “So strong” You looked up to his eyes and they were wide and his face was beet red. He brought his hands up and tried to cover his face. 

“Nuh uh, if I can’t hide my face neither can you.” You pulled his wrists away and you knew he let you because there was no way he would have moved if he tried to stop you. His smile was bashful and he was trying to look down. Before anything else could happen you both felt a wave of water wash over you. You shrieked and peeked behind Yeosang and saw Mingi and Jongho grinning like fools. This was war. You launched yourself from your mostly protected position from behind Yeosang and attached yourself to Mingi and he let out a noise of surprise, his hands moving to your back to support you. 

“Hi Mingles," you said sweetly, kissing his cheek before letting go and dropping to the floor of the pool. Before either of them could make a move you splashed the both of them as hard as you could and dived away. Thankfully it was a saltwater pool so you could open your eyes as you moved. You spotted Wooyoung and San standing there and decided it would be great fun to scare the shit out of San. You popped your head up above the water before diving again, you moved quickly through the pool and popped up out of the water right beside him whispering “Boo” His responding shout quickly turned into a whine as he realized who scared him. Wooyoung was laughing his ass off. The brief millisecond he looked behind you gave you the clue you needed to duck under the water. Yunho soared over you and almost into Wooyoung. You popped back up and smirked. 

“Next time don’t let Wooyo give you away, you almost had me.” He turned around and pouted at you while Wooyoung launched himself at you. He must have had enough of your teasing today. He latched on you like a koala and bit your shoulder. You let out a noise of protest, smirked at him over your shoulder and jumped up, dunking the both of you into the water. In the haze he had let you go. You pushed away from him and to the two closest to the edge of the pool. Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You appeared behind Hongjoong and Seonghwa smirked at you. Before Hongjoong could react you jumped on his back.

“Hi Joongie, whatcha doin?” He looked over his shoulder at your beaming face, and then to the chaos behind you. He shook his head and smiled.

“Oh y'know, trying to keep all eight of my partners from being too crazy, same old same old.” You let out a laugh and bit him on the juncture between his shoulder and neck. He let out a loud noise that sounded similar to no before turning to glare at you over his shoulder. “You are just as bad as Woo,” he muttered while turning back to Seonghwa. 

“I am so much worse, just you wait,” you said right next to his ear. His whole body shuddered and you felt goosebumps ripple across his skin. You laughed at him and let go of his back then moved around him and grabbed Seonghwa’s arm and put it over your shoulder. He looked down at you and smiled. You were just hoping that they wouldn’t attack you while you were with these two. Yeosang approached the three of you, you grinned at him. You didn't even have time to process anything before he grabbed you around the waist and stole you out from under Seonghwa’s arm. He threw you over his shoulder in one swift movement and dragged you to the middle of the pool. 

“You traitor,” you yelled as he took you away. You looked at Hongjoong and Seonghwa as he carried you away; they were both laughing. As soon as he stopped moving he flung you over his shoulder and into the pool. You heard the laughter of everyone as you broke the surface of the water. 

“I think you forget who you are messing with,” you threatened half heartedly as they all snickered at you. Wooyoung was the first one to move toward you but as soon as he got close enough you grabbed his arm and knocked his feet out from under him which dunked him into the water. Just as you knocked him under the water you felt another pair of hands grab you around the waist, this time though they brought themselves back and flung you over their head similar to a WWE slam. You held your breath and immediately kicked off and away from Mingi. You tried to race away but someone was quicker, looking back you saw Yeosang who had grabbed your ankle. With a quick tug you were back where you started. 

“We just want to play a game with you noona, there's no need to get spicy.” Wooyoung sassed as he was shaking his hair out like a dog. 

“Fuck off Woo, Mingi and Jongho started the war I am just finishing it.” You glared lightly at the two in question and they both were snickering at you. You felt a hand on the small of your back and you turned to look at Hongjoong. Maybe he would save you from these childish hooligans.

“Use nice words, our treasure.” You turned to look over your shoulder at him with a glare, you heard a small snicker from Seonghwa. 

“Trying to parent me like these children, really Joongie? You forget I'm older than you. Therefore I have rank, captain.” You poked his chest and his face flushed at the thought, or maybe for other reasons, who the hell knows. You separated yourself from him just enough so you could knock him into the water. As soon as you did chaos erupted. Mingi and Jongho were teaming up against Wooyoung, San was laughing as he tried to get Yeosang who was swiftly evading him. Yunho and Seonghwa were using everything they had to splash each other which you were caught in the middle of. You joined in the giant splashing match with Yunho and Seonghwa with loud laughter. Hongjoong popped back up and immediately got splashed in the face by Seonghwa who was trying to get Yunho. Seonghwa immediately slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh bubbling up his throat. You could see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes while he hid his large smile. Yunho was slowly retreating backwards with you. Everyone went dead still and the only noise was the rippling of the still settling water. 

“Scatter!” You yelled as you dove away from everyone. Each of the boys went in different directions and you ended up under the small waterfall that held the slide. There was a small ledge that you were standing on which kept you mostly hidden in the corner. You watched in the shade as Hongjoong went after Seonghwa first. As soon as he got close enough he jumped on his back. Seonghwa let out loud laughter and they both struggled for a minute before Hwa and fell backwards putting Hongjoong back into the water. As soon as the two of them popped back up from the water they both made their way to Jongho, San, and Wooyoung who all had tried to hide behind the small fire pit space; hint it didn't work very well. You heard San’s yell, Jongho’s laughter, and Wooyoung was almost screaming as the two older men started another splashing war. Mingi and Yunho joined in from their hiding spot in the actual firepit space, the two of them had leapt over the group of men and started splashing everyone. There was a shout from Wooyoung “COME AND GET ME FIX ON MOTHER FUCKER” (This is a reference to one of my favorite writers @mimikittysblog in this fic you should check it out) You let out a laugh and it was about that time that you saw someone moving toward you under the water. Yeosang popped up in front of you with a small smile. 

“Hi, having fun?” You whispered so you wouldn't be giving your position away. He nodded and moved toward you stepping up onto the small ledge. He settled his arms on your shoulders and you wrapped yours around his waist. He slightly pulled you toward him almost like he was going to give you a hug, but he didn't; he just lingered close.

“I wanted to tell you something because I didn't get the chance earlier,” you nodded letting him know you were listening. His eyes were beautiful in the outside light. You could see the small flecks of different browns in his eyes. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” You immediately flushed at his words, your stomach burst into butterflies and you could feel your heart stutter. While you expected him to be more reserved it didn't really surprise you that he would be more apt to speak about his feelings when it was just the people he loved. 

“You think I’m gorgeous. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me. You want to love me. You want to smooch me.” You did a small dance in his arms while quoting one of your favorite movies; Miss Congeniality. He shook his head at you with a small bashful smile and avoided your eyes. His hands tightened around you for just a second before he looked back to you with a confident look in his beautiful eyes.

“I have so much more up my sleeve just like you do, Kkulbeol.” He gently moved his arms from your shoulders and cupped your face with both of his hands and brought you into a sweet kiss. His lips were soft against yours and tasted slightly like the pool water. You melted into his hold letting your eyes close. He was sweet and gentle while he held your face in his hands. His hands moved from your face down your shoulders and arms to settle on your sides, giving them a light squeeze. His touch was reverent and light which sent a shiver through your body. You moved your hands to play with the still damp strands of his hair and tug at them just a little. A small noise left him and you smiled into the kiss with him as your lips moved in sync. He pulled you closer and gave one final push into the kiss before separating himself from you. The smile on his face was absolutely radiant.

“What does Kkulebeol mean Sangie?” you asked curiously while pushing a strand of his hair away from his eyes. Your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath ghosting across your face.

“It means honeybee. If I remember correctly you call me sweets and I thought it would match well, if that’s okay.” He looked at the pool water and you felt his fingers start to trace small shapes into your hips. The bashful Yeosang was back and you wanted to squish him. 

“I didnt even think you would remember that you were very tipsy and very sleepy when I called you that” you giggled, “but I don't mind the name in the slightest.” The butterflies in your stomach were just going in circles at this point, he was so endearing. He met your eyes again and leaned to rest his forehead on yours. The two of you were just basking in each other's quiet presence.  

“Y/n-nie? Sangie?” You heard some of the boys yelling for the two of you. You snickered at them staying as quiet as you could. Yeosang had turned away from you to look behind him toward the voices. The two of you crouched down closer to the surface of the water and watched as the other seven men looked around for you. 

“How long do you think they will take before they find us?” you whispered.

“Knowing how observant they are probably never” he snarked with a small smile over his shoulder at you. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep the giggle at his monotone response. The loud yelling for the two of you continued until Jongho made his way toward your hiding spot. He spotted the two of you peeking out of the water like alligators and laughed. 

His laughter drew the attention of the others and soon you were blocked into the small space under the waterfall. You and Yeosang looked at each other and smiled, a silent understanding passing between the two of you before you moved into action. The first one you went for was Wooyoung, as quickly as you could you brought your hands back and splashed him as hard as you could. His responding yell was something that made your ears ring. Yeosang went for Yunho and by extension got Mingi in the process. The three of them immediately retaliated and started splashing you both. Somewhere along the line Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San joined your side and Jongho was just going for anyone at this point. After a few more minutes of absolute warfare under the waterfall you all retreated and started floating around the pool. Wooyoung ended up just floating around with you hand in hand. 

“Do we want to play a game?” You moved your head up from your floating position to look who was asking. Yunho was the only one that was up and out of the relaxed floating position, which meant it was probably him.

“We could play chicken or we could play sharks and minnows” Yunho suggested after a minute of no one saying anything. 

“I'm always down for a game of chicken,” you moved your body up to be more vertical. He turned to look at you and started approaching you with a smile. All of the other boys that were scattered around the pool popped up one by one and made their way toward you and Wooyoung, who hadn't let go of your hand. “We do have an odd number of players so someone will have to be the ref or an instigator.”

“An instigator?” You turned to look at Jongho who was the first to get to you after Yunho. 

“Yeah, when I was younger and playing with some of my cousins, before they became assholes, if there was an odd number you could be the ref or the instigator. The instigator generally would go around stirring trouble making people move closer to others or knocking someone over, but we always limited it to one knockover so they wouldn't have too much power.” Most of the boys hummed at the answer. You looked over at everyone and they seemed to be debating something telepathically. Before too long they had come to some unknown agreement and Yunho swiftly picked you up out of the water and put you on his shoulders. A noise of surprise came out of you. You grabbed a hold of his hands that were sitting on your thighs, you locked your legs around his arms and made sure you were secure. Jongho was going to be the instigator and you were fairly sure that you wouldn't be knocked over. 

Mingi had Yeosang on his shoulders, Hongjoong was on Seonghwa’s shoulders, and Woo was on Sannie’s shoulders. Jongho called start and immediately Yunho went over to who he deemed his biggest opponent. Mingi and Yeosang. You had an idea for this one but he would have to get you close enough to be able to execute it. As soon as he got close enough to those two you put your hands on Yeosang’s biceps, he looked at you and flexed slightly to show off. You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a gentle push to see how stable he was. Mingi was doing well but you knew if you knocked just hard enough into Yeosang he would be out. You let go of him and cocked your head to the side, you could use some aegyo to your advantage here, you knew he didn't really like it and it could go one of two ways. He would like yours and then use his cuteness aggression on you or it would annoy him and you would have the chance to knock him into the water. You put your hands on your cheeks

“You wouldn't dunk your girlfriend would you?” He squinted at you and rolled his eyes. The quick distraction was just enough that you quickly reached out and shoved him back as hard as you could. He lost his balance and fell back enough that he took Mingi with him. You looked down at Yunho who was looking up at you with a large smile which you reciprocated. You gave him a small pat on his head as he turned around to see Wooyoung and Hongjoong battling it out. The both of them were taking turns smacking each other’s hands trying to knock the other off kilter just enough. A pathetic game of chicken if you had anything to say about it. 

“Want to go see if we can get both of them in one shot?” Mingi and Yeosang had come to stand on either side of you and Yunho.

“After the aegyo mind game you just pulled on me I think you could do anything. We could go and distract everyone if you want.” You looked at Yeosang who was standing there staring at the other five with his arms crossed. He looked up at you with a cute smile. 

“As long as princess wins I don't care.” Taking in Mingi on your other side you could see the small smile on his face. 

“Sharing your princess title Mingles?” He looked up at you and his small smile morphed into a larger one.

“Only with you.” You felt your heart stutter if you could have you would have reached down to squish his cheeks. 

“Let's go get them before they knock each other over.” Mingi and Yeosang started that way first and you watched as they began their distraction by shit talking. You heard the shouts of the other members trying to protest but they just kept egging them on. Yunho made his way over as quietly as he could. Jongho was the only one who spotted the both of you. He smirked and moved to the side so you had a clear shot of knocking the both of them over without hitting him. 

“Hey Joongie, get fucked” You muttered as soon as you got close enough and shoved into Hongjoong’s back. He went careening forward and into Wooyoung. Seonghwa and San couldn't keep their balance and all four of them toppled into the water. You let out a loud whoop of celebration while throwing your arms into the air. Jongho was grinning at you with a proud look on his face. As soon as they resurfaced Yunho gently let you down with the help of Jongho. 

Hongjoong was glaring at you, you could tell it was one of those glares that didn't mean anything other than mild annoyance; especially because of the smile on his face. You turned to Yunho and smiled up at him, he was already smiling at you. The moment was cut short when Wooyoung screeched and started moving toward something in the water. You quickly turned to see what was going on; Toothless in all his glory was getting into the pool. You smiled at Toothless before making your way over to him.

“He’s okay Woo,” you set your hand on his shoulder as you passed. As soon as you got close enough you picked him up and held him like a baby over your shoulder. He headbutted you as you turned to look at the rest of the boys who were wearing shocked expressions.

“Remember the first day we met and I told you that they like water? He makes a point of coming out here to join me sooner or later any time I am out here. The other two just generally get in the water enough to hang out on one of the lounge chairs.” You looked to the giant that was resting comfortably on your shoulder “But he also knows that if he gets in he is going to have to be subjected to his cute shark floaty. Could one of you go and grab it out of the small chest near the slide? It should be right on the top.” San immediately started moving toward the side of the pool. Seonghwa approached the two of you and started to pet Toothless who immediately started purring. 

You made your way over to one of the shallow parts of the pool where the girls’ lounge chairs were before setting Toothless down. San made his way over to you and handed you the floaty. You made quick work of getting it on him and giving him chin scratches. Just as soon as you got it on him you stepped away and watched as he started following you like always. 

“Waa so cute!” You turned to look at the rest of the boys who were just watching Toothless. He was swimming around and had made his way over to Seonghwa who immediately cooed at him. Hongjoong was right behind him and absolutely enamored by how calm Toothless was in the water.

You swam over to the small chest close to the water that the floaty came out of and reached inside for some of the pool toys you knew he loved. When you turned around you launched the toys out across the water and accidentally hit Mingi with one. You snickered and acted like nothing happened while Yeosang and Jongho laughed. When Toothless caught sight of one he immediately started swimming toward it to smack it around. San approached and grabbed the end of the small rope toy and started dragging it around the pool with a large smile. You laughed at the two of them just having fun. You knew you could trust them with Toothless so you made your way over to one of the lounge chairs to just lay in the sun, the war had tuckered you out. Mocha and Beans were both stretched out on the one closest to you. Reaching over you ran a hand over both of them and settled back to your previous spot. 

A few minutes later you heard someone approaching, you didn't even open your eyes to see who it was before they laid between your legs and on top of your stomach. The drips of water were refreshing but also a little cold for your warm skin. Peeking your eyes open you saw Mingi looking up at you with his chin on your stomach. You moved your arms from above your head and started running your fingers through his hair. He hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist the best he could. Neither of you spoke, just rested there in the sun.

After playing with Toothless in the water everyone went inside to dry off and change so they could lounge around the house. As soon as you took out your contacts and got changed into a black maxi dress that fell just below your knees you stepped out and made your way downstairs. Everyone else was still changing in the rooms they had taken over, some of them opted to take showers. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were currently doing so in your bathroom. You knew you would have a little bit until they reappeared so you made your way to the piano room. You were slowly starting to yearn to play like you used to. 

As soon as you made it down you made small work of dusting some of the things off. You had neglected this room, locking it away ever since her death. Making sure everything was still in its rightful place you made your way over to your piano on the right. You flourished as you sat and started thinking of songs to play. A small smile made its way to your face at the possibility of the rest of the boys discovering that you play by letting them hear one of their songs. You could only imagine what sort of chaos Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Hongjoong would create. You started playing and smiled at the notes you hadn't played in a long time. 

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Walking downstairs there was a beautiful song coming from the basement. He stopped to listen and immediately recognized one of the songs he helped produce, but why would she be playing a piano cover on her speakers? Curiosity getting the better of him he quickly made his way down the rest of the stairs with Seonghwa shortly behind him. The elder of the two was smiling as he followed at his own pace. The closer Hongjoong got the more he realized that it wasn’t over the speakers, it was an actual piano. Following the music he made his way into the large dining room in the basement, a door he hadn't even noticed before was cracked open and the music was flowing out of it. 

He approached the door and pushed it open a little further to see you sitting on the seat at a matte black piano with silver embellishments which was across from an older wooden piano with beautiful black detailing. Your hair was moving around you as you swayed with the tune of Halazia. He froze, it was like all of the things in the room vanished as he focused on you; the woman he was falling more and more in love with as each day passed.

His mind wandered to the conversation you had yesterday. He couldn't believe that you had been treated so terribly in the past. You could have become a rotten human just as they were but you hadn't; but it did make you horrible on yourself. He didn't understand why you believed them, you were beautiful, amazing, kind, and so unbelievably strong. You were one of a kind and so loved, and if it took him every day for the rest of his life he would show you that. 

Your hands were drifting across the keys perfectly and he held his breath as you got to the chorus of the song. You executed it perfectly, capturing the haunting feeling of the song. As soon as you finished the song you turned to look at him with a large smile, one that could make anyone swoon; especially him. 

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“Hi Joongie! Hi Hwa!” They were already smiling at you as they approached the bench you were sitting on. You scooted over and let him sit on either side of you. Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your waist and just sat there with you for a minute before speaking.

“You Nae Sarang (My Love), are full of surprises, he gently shoved you with his shoulder and you laughed as you rebounded from Seonghwa. 

“I told you so,” you jested with a small bashful blush. He rolled his eyes at you and gently grabbed your hand that was sitting on your lap to press a kiss to the back of it. Immediately you felt the tips of your ears get warm. 

“How many of our songs do you know for the piano?” 

“Several actually,” You brushed an imaginary chip off your shoulder. They both laughed at you, the sound made your heart melt into a puddle in your chest. 

“Play me one?” Hongjoong asked sweetly. You nodded and thought about which song you wanted to play. Your mind traveled all over the place trying to see which one you could play.

“Alright, I've got one but I'll need you to both to scoot your cute butts so I can properly play.” They chuckled at you and Seonghwa got up to go grab the small stool that was sitting by your Granny’s piano. Gently he set it down for Hongjoong who sat down and Seonghwa took a seat on the floor in front of him. They were both intently watching you. You smiled down at them before beginning to play. Hongjoong couldn't contain his smile, he loved knowing that his music inspired people. Seonghwa was just happy to watch you willingly share this part of you. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

Someone was playing the piano somewhere. The two of them looked at each other before grabbing each other's hands and following the sound. Rushing down the steps to the basement they could hear the piano more clearly. Making their way over to the corner of the large dining room they peeked in to see you, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa smiling at each other. Hongjoong was lightly singing his part while you played the piano for him and Seonghwa. Your smile was absolutely radiant as your hands glided over the keys playing one of their songs. They both saw the look Hongjoong only reserved for them and immediately knew that you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon if they had anything to say about it. For the second time in what only felt like seconds they looked at each other. Seonghwa had caught them standing in the doorway and motioned for them to come closer. They walked in and looked you both over, you were smiling down at the keys as you played Deja Vu and Hongjoong was wearing one of the most sincere looks of awe while he watched you. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

“Yah, why didn't you tell us you played the piano?!” You felt someone’s hands on your shoulders and jumped to look over your shoulder at Wooyoung. His smile was so bright you couldn't help but to mirror it. San was standing next to him with a very similar look on his face and you wanted to reach up and poke his dimples. 

“I actually haven't played for a long time until the last couple of days.” You rubbed the back of your neck. Hongjoong took that as a sign to grab your other hand. 

“You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, we have all the time in the world, you tell us at your own pace.” You nodded and snuck a glance at the pictures scattered across the wall. Your heart swelled with a little bit of sadness but mostly happiness while you looked over the pictures.

“Maybe another time then, I don't want this to be a sap fest,” you chuckled looking down at his hand holding yours. 

“Any other songs of ours you have?” Hongjoong asked, in all honesty he just wanted to listen and watch you play, and possibly distract you. 

“I have a few more.”

“Play one for us! Please Noona?” Wooyoung was practically bouncing and looking at you with a large smile, San was just staring at him with a lovestruck look. You nodded and turned back to the piano. This time it would be something that you knew would get them to dance. You started the beginning notes and just like you predicted as soon as they recognized it they all started cheering and dancing around the room. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

“Is that Bouncy? Am I hearing that right?” The other three looked at Mingi like he was crazy. “Listen, it's Bouncy” He took off down the steps, almost tripping over one of the giants, following the music that was floating around in the basement. The remaining three shared a knowing look before following the clumsy man. As soon as he burst in the door he saw you with your head back laughing while playing the piano. San, Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa were all parading around the room dancing to the music. He stopped dead and watched the absolute joy enveloping the room. The only thing that was missing was the rest of them. Mingi felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at Jongho who was trying to get into the room. He stepped aside and let him and the rest of the boys in. All of them started singing and as soon as it got to his part he joined in belting out the lyrics with the rest of his boyfriends.

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You immediately heard when the rest of the boys joined you in the piano room. They were all parading around the room dancing and singing while you played. This was the joy that propelled you to play after so long; being able to bring such happiness to people was one of your favorite things. Your head was thrown back laughing at the glimpses of the boys who were having so much fun together. You focused back in on the notes and as soon as the song came to a close you turned around and looked at them. Every one of them was beaming at you and clapping animatedly. You stood up and took a small mocking bow. Yunho made his way over to you and grabbed your hand raising it to perform another bow; just like your Granny used to. It was in this moment that you realized these men were your home; just like she had been. 

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Catformers AU

Ultra Magnus

* Ultra Magnus is a very large and older cat, a model cat that other cats should look up to but more often than not, get policed by and does have the tendency to growl and hiss at other cats that become chaotic at the Lost Light shelter. It’s suspected he’s not trying to be malicious but rather trying to get them to be more compliant with the staff and the help they’re offering.

* Magnus RELIES on a schedule; he knows when the shelter opens, when it closes, when food is offered, when vet appointments are made, the works. If anything gets delayed or moved ahead, he gets very upset and let’s you know with a hiss or a grumble but he’s never swatted or bitten any of the caretakers so you know he’s just trying to keep a tight ship.

* This is especially apparent if you’re ever late going to or coming from any obligation, Ultra Magnus lets you know you’re late with low meow before you clock in and carry on with your duties. He’s become the forever cat of the place, kinda like a rule enforcer. There’s often jokes where he’s the one running the place and even has his own little nameplate and matching tag stating he’s the “Lost Light Shelter Rule Enforcer”. Though with him being a permanent resident, he gets moved between employee homes to keep him active and entertained but to also to give the other cats a break from his nagging.

* When you take in Magnus into your home, he gets right to work making sure your house is up to his particular standards. He makes sure to get your attention with meowing or even dragging you to a certain mess to clean it up. He also meows at certain times such as feeding time or signaling when he’s going to bed. You can practically turn off your alarm as he learns your patterns after being around for a while.

* As much as he was a pain during his first stay with you, later stays become much easier as you know what Magnus expects out of you and he actually helped you to develop some routines you use even without him there. Though you’ll never tell anyone, you’ve made his meows your alarm as it helps to wake you up much faster than your previous alert.

* Magnus seems to help you with work as well, in and out of the shelter, either finding lost papers, pointing out missing spots, or waking you if you happen to fall asleep at your desk. Magnus, being a large cat, is also very fluffy and requires daily grooming. It’s after brushing his hair out that he looks even bigger than he is though it comes at the cost of static shocks between the both of you. Magnus also does not partake in catnip.

* Magnus has a certain bed he sleeps in and toys as well, a few favorites being a little green and white cat toy as well as a toy hammer he likes to carry around and sometimes either on purpose or on accident bonk other cats with it. If he comes to your home for a stay and notices things are starting to pile up or you stay in bed more often than not, he does come to cuddle with you before trying to chirp, meow, and pull you out of bed to help encourage you to get motivated to clean up and help yourself.

* When it’s time for Magnus to actually retire and find a forever home, you put your hat into the ring to take him home. If you’re not able to, at least you know you can still wake up to his meows and keep the routine you had together as a reminder of him. If you do get to take him home, you end up syncing up routines and even pick up more of his habits to which guests and family accidentally become the target of when visiting. You made things official by getting him a placard for him, stating he’s the “Enforcer of the (Your name) household”.

[mooniety]

susie become egg. wonder what the yolk is made out of.

anyways, guys look it's mechanized susie "The Secretary"!!!!!!!!!!

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut is a description of her which contains body horror & minor mentions of gore.

after kirby fails to defeat star dream, star dream decides to immediately mechanize susie before she can escape, recognizing that without her direction, it won't be able to successfully achieve its goal in creating what it deems the perfect universe

thus susie--or i should say, what remains of her--is now confined in a body that lacks any & all autonomy besides being able to still somewhat if barely move, the ability to see, hear, & speak (as seen by the lens & mic/speaker right below her head where her neck is), can call for mecha knight (who has been unfortunately remechanized) as her only form of protection, & can do...whatever the bottom right hand corner is.

this new body is designed to have her "eyes" appear permanently closed, showcasing her involuntary submission to star dream & in a way, loss of all mortal sight, trading it in for the possession of knowledge that she shouldn't have had in the first place as well as now see the entire universe...'s destruction first hand‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥

but most importantly of all, she has CAT EARS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ (they were supposed to be alarm clock ears but the intrusive thoughts won 😭) don't worry though, as you can see on the bottom right, she can...remove them :)

despite being able to open her head to reveal her core (as shown in bottom right), the process is SLOW & EXTREMELY PAINFUL with no sense of relief until star dream puts her core into a new body or someone destroys it. while she's in this vulnerable state, her body is set to automatically cry to draw in sympathy as a last ditch effort from star dream if all else fails

her core was designed to look like a cartridge from made in abyss duct taped onto an iv drip stand, & if you know what a cartridge from made in abyss is then you already know what's inside: it's where all her main or i should say remaining organs are located.

furthermore, it's near impossible for someone else to crack her open due to her body being entirely being made out of haltonium--intentionally designed to be an indestructible cage for her

& if susie, star dream, or mk senses that someone's going to attempt to destroy her, mk is obligated to prevent that from happening via fighting & executing them, even if he doesn't want to (& clearly, susie doesn't want him to do so either)

the reason why she has no one (not even the haltworkers) besides mk & maybe star dream as a form of protection is because she's typically locked her away in a hidden area of the access ark, the idea was to make her a princess locked away in a tower with no one but her noble knight in shining armor to "protect" her --unfortunately it seems that this knight is technically also on the side of her captor lol

anyways this entire thing is about how susie isn't really vibing with existence now that her father's dead, she's been turned into a useless machine stripped of all autonomy whose only purpose is to peer edit & approve plans of destroying the world as well as unconsensually watch & partake in the entire destruction of the universe until something is able to confront this monster of a supercomputer YAHOOOOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

[lirational]

Purity and Pretense

Fallen Angel!Shalom x Reader

Note: Drabble inspired from this post by @sinful-lanterns

Warnings: Religious themes, slight prayer-blasphemg that doesn’t come from existing religions, fingering, and oral.

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Deprivation fuels desire, emboldens curiosity, and entices even the innocent to sink into the abyss.

Purity, said to be a gift left within each human soul as the Creator sculpts them from stardust and hopes, a mirror that reflects how their souls were infused with the Creator’s wishes. With it, each human was allowed the chance to shine, to chase the sun, the symbol of the Creator, and kneel in reverence, the chance to reflect Their radiance being the only promised reward.

A gift that allows access to a reward that may well be illusionary. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call it a curse, a shackle that deprives the human soul from possibilities hiding within the dark.

As you kneeled on the stone floor, once clean clothes now tattered and stained with evidence of the sins you chose to embrace, your eyes focus on the fallen angel sitting on the stone altar in front of you, her gaze chaining you to the floor. Even though she, your master, has fallen from grace, with her wings no longer pure white, stained in graying black and glowing blue, she was still the epitome of beauty and grace, refinement and power.

“Offer your prayer, little one, or have you fallen so far you lost your reason?”

“Please, Shalom, I can’t do this anymore. I need, I need–”

Your body quivered, desire permeating each word. No longer were you able to hold onto any shred of sanity, your body begging, begging, craving for a taste of the ambrosia she would allow you to indulge as you were pleasing her.

“Offer your prayer, then. Go on, call the Creator, let Them bless and witness the pleasure of life you were about to partake in.”

Her voice drips with promise, honeyed enticement and tainted radiance that pulls– no, spurs your body to crawl closer. You were close, so close, the scent and taste of her lingering in the air just beneath her robes. A dry swallow, all from the sweet fragrance that was so close, and there, you pressed your head to the floor in reverent prayer, then, you took the final step, before you fell into the abyss.

“Oh, our Creator, ruler of the skies above,”

Perhaps it was proof that the place was once a holy one meant to worship, as each word tumbled from your lips, it echoed through the ruined halls, and Shalom drank each word, eyes gleaming in desire at the sincere plea. Despite everything, despite how she saw the human kneeling before her had almost drowned, their purity clouded with unending, insatiable thirst, the power behind the belief to the Creator still fuels their prayer, power intertwined between each syllable.

“Thy name the most sacred– ah!” Shalom had moved from her seating position, and then, a sharp pain on your ass. She had moved away from her seat, and thanks to her strike, a stinging pain interrupted your thoughts.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop.”

“-may thy sovereign rule last forevermore. From the firmament above, to–” another strike, to your unmarred butt cheek this time, and you barely remembered to continue, “-to the lands below, thy will be done.”

A cold, almost loving caress of fingers to your stinging cheeks, and your words died in your throat. She punished you with another spank, and another as you opened your mouth. “Nourish our–”

The feeling of a slap to the aching bud between your legs almost caused you to lose all train of thoughts, tears streaming down your face and seeping into the stone floors below. Again, you stopped.

“Remember my order, pet, I won’t remind you again.”

“Nourish our souls, give the traces of our marred sins a thorough cleanse.”

Shalom licked your earlobe, giving it a quick nibble. With a whisper, she reminded you, “From today, as your soul and your purity sinks to the abyss, you belong to me.”

Selfish, selfish and full of want, such was the nature of fallen angels, creatures made of light created to serve, to praise and sing and echo the name of the Creator across everything Their will reaches. After the fall, their love of worship were twisted, corrupted, and mirrored into a void of want that will never be satisfied, perhaps a manifested dark side of always being the one to give, bend over, and praise a thing that could not even bother to truly cherish the beings They claimed to love most.

“Look at me, look at me like you would look at that Creator,” she hissed the last word, full of disdain that her refined visage would have never revealed before. “Praise me, love me, and call my name, and you will want for nothing.”

“Bestow us the will,” you continued, “to for–,” a finger slipped into your sopping wet folds, stopping in time as your breath hitched at the intrusion, “to forgive, and– mmh!” another joined in, scissoring motions causing your thighs to quiver, your will scattering everywhere as the hunger for Shalom’s touch felt sharper.

“Wrong, repeat the line,” She chided, her movements stopped, waiting for you to fulfill her order.

In that moment, you had surrendered your dignity, your place, your connection to a promise that might never have seen any fulfillment, all to the true, honest, and pure pleasure that you had seen, felt, and sensed with your very flesh.

“To forgive, the way I– no, the way we all shall be forgiven under–”

A gentle, sharp press at that sweet spot had you clenching, almost stumbling in your words as you barely hung on to the order she gave you, “forgiven under the eternal grace.”

“Excellent.” Shalom was still moving her fingers in and out, her lazy movements stimulating you all the same. The pad of her thumb pressed and rubbed circles onto your sensitive nub, eliciting noises that painted the pure prayer with tainted cries. “Come, just a little more, just a little more and you will be rewarded.”

You obey, with glee, not caring even as all traces of your devotion was subsumed, corrupted into a need to worship the beautiful angel in front of you. There was nothing more to desire than to follow your angel, your goddess, even as you both sunk into the endless dark, or would it be more accurate to soar to higher heights?

After all, the pleasure mounting in your veins, gathering in your lower belly, felt as pleasing, as free as soaring on the skies.

“When desires– ah, –lead us astray, we beg–”

Unbeknownst to you, Shalom allowed herself a small smile at the irony.

“We beg for the Creator’s deliverance, as–”

“Slow down.”

You were close, so close, and it took the skin of your teeth to take a deep, shuddering breath. Shalom was teasing you, that much was clear, but every attempt to press yourself closer, to finally break in sweet bliss, was denied, replaced by the inferior pleasure of her orders and praise. “Continue, properly this time.”

“For this is thy domain, thy glory and power–”

You shivered, she was brushing close to that sweet spot again. As each word left your trembling lips, the pleasure only heightens.

“That nothing shall eclipse.”

With that final word, you shattered, broken apart as your juices dripped down from your thighs, her fingers, and splattered into the floors. With a filthy, wet noise, Shalom withdrew her fingers and took her seat on the altar, exposing her clit. An invitation to partake while she licked her fingers, tongue swirling to savor your essence.

“Good girl, now, come, take your reward,” she said in-between licks.

As you lapped at her folds, her eyes held your attention, savoring the utter obedience once reserved for gods.

[miss-dollette]

Protective Situationship!Simon “Ghost” Riley

Situationship!Simon who’d pull up the second you call and tell him about an unsafe situation you were in.

Creepy weirdo stalking you around the park? Insistent creep waiting outside the bar bathroom? Uber driver who takes a detour into an empty parking lot? Oh, Simon would be at your side in minutes. You’d hardly need to explain, just drop the location and he WILL be there.

He wouldn’t resort to violence unless they stared it first, but best believe he’d stare at them like he’s ready to rip their head off. If they’re smart, they won’t get cocky and throw the first punch.

If they’re stupid and foolishly decided they had a fair chance against him, their pathetic jab wouldn’t even land before Simon absolutely obliterates them. A knife or a weapon wouldn’t help their case. Try and surprise him with a stab at his ribs, and he’d land one hard punch at theirs, leaving them writhing on the ground.

Situationship!Simon hates being violent around you. He wants to leave “Ghost” at work. But if you’re threatened in any way, he would bring him out. The last thing he’d want was for you to witness even a second of pain the world offers. You’re a civilian and his lover, and he would do anything to block you away from all the awfulness that he see’s and partakes in.

After taking care of the creep, he’d practically scoop you up (literally, if you’re frozen in shock at your lover’s sudden display of violence) and take you somewhere safe. Preferably, home. However, if you’re busy, he’d follow you around like a guard dog, still tense from the adrenaline running through him.

Situationship!Simon would get you a gun and personally be your instructor. He’d want you to be able to protect yourself when he’s away on duty. He’d be the world’s most patient teacher. He’d never raise his voice at you or make you feel bad about a mistake. A gentleman, through and through.

Teaching you to physically fight off creeps takes a bit longer. All that sweating and rolling around while panting (mostly on your part. Simon is practically playing with you) usually leads to sex. Seeing you all red and trying so hard to finally get the upper hand just gets him sprung (😛) and ready to fuck on the mat. Just follow teachers instructions.

Makes him prideful to protect his lover. A sort of macho man thing. Would definitely try to subtly show off his physique to you. Before you, most of his training was to oil and maintain a machine of war. But then you came along, and now he wants to look good for you. Yes, he looks good regardless, but he’d definitely target the muscles he knows you like.

Situationship!Simon who is always there for you, even if you’re not officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

[katzkinder]

@ky-kyu you asked about gluttony pair and it got kinda long so I decided to make it a separate post for the sake of people's dashboards. Also, I have another post here!

But I have more thoughts on them thanks to this page Yarra shared earlier, and many more besides, but I'll stick to this scene because otherwise this will really turn into a monster.

the wording nicco uses in the right panel is pretty moving, especially in relation to gluttony, at least in my opinion, and these scene between them is what really made me fall in love with these two as characters who were, quite literally, made for one another.

Basically, it's about how the opposite of Gluttony is a banquet.

Having so much excess and sharing it with others, allowing someone to fill their plate without worry because you know you have more, and how that relates to Nicco being the Eve who has an entire group of people surrounding him at all times, something which makes him unique as far as the main cast go because he's always being supported. The other Eves don't really have like... An entire group of human characters they're close with the way Nicco does.

A banquet without guests will simply rot and go to waste. Nicco, being a mafia boss, brings all those guests with him and allows them to partake of what he has to offer.

Food tastes the best when you share it with someone you love, and your joy is multiplied through their own. The joy of a shared meal cannot be understated. Even terrible food becomes fun when you have someone to laugh about it with. Even failure becomes tolerable when you share it.

And it's just. One of the first moments of big characterization we get from Ildio when we see his past is that he is a man who shares what little he has, even though he acknowledges that he has earned it, and the little slave girl has not. Even that far back, when his only desires went as far as an animal understanding of life, he was someone who could have, and probably did, draw in others around him for that unthinking kindness, so I really love how Nicco handles his problems. Because they actually share a similar fault

Both of them will attempt to take on too much for themselves to bear, and yet they can't help it. To defend the weak is what they feel they must do.

Gluttons for punishment, as it goes

And yet...

To be able to share the pain and the joys, to have a feast with one another with life as the centerpiece…

I think it's just… Extremely beautiful, the way their love for their fellow man is able to express itself

And I think it's even more beautiful, the way that even when being beat to a pulp, Nicco takes the time to look and see and experience the pain Ildio doesn't even realize he's holding onto

He doesn't let Inner Gluttony distract him. He doesn't entertain the demon attempting, however poorly, to shelter Ildio's heart by putting the blinders on. He speaks to him as an equal. As a friend. As someone who is worth listening to, and cherishing. He helps Ildio to face his grief.

He gives Ildio the same love he would give to any friend. Bite by bite, tear by tear, Nicco shares the burden Ildio tried to be Atlas about.

The song Nicco sings while they dance with the people they've loved and lost is Ciuri Ciuri. It's a Sicilian folksong, whose title means "Flowers, Flowers"

The verse Strike has carefully written out on the page translates to "Flowers flowers, flowers all the year. The love you gave me, I give you back"

And the love Nicco gives to Ildio...

Ildio will give back to him.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

what if (AND HEAR ME OUT) dion and reader smut but like they're both completely infatuated with each other. like they're both obsessed and have a surprisingly healthy relationship considering they're in agriche but in the sheets they get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

Minors/blank blogs (no content), etc. DNI.

Warnings: Arranged and toxic marriage, toxic secret relationship, implied violence, mention of death and torture, possessive and obsessive thoughts/behavior, blood, toxic family dynamics, general yandere themes.

Fem! Reader

Nsfw warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex (probably), spit, choking.

I don’t condone any harmful and/or thoughts that’s in this piece of fiction.

Hm… 

It could be another arranged marriage or a maid! Reader.

So, I’ll do both! 

If it’s an arranged marriage… maybe your family is also dubious at best, low morals. Maybe not AS bad as Black Agriche, but not good either. A business deal that’s a bit more intimate than the ones with the other Ruling families (aside from Peledian). Easier to get access to each other if their children are married. 

A similar view on the world, but yours isn’t as bleak, as morbid and twisted as his. While he’s used to bloodshed, violence first hand, maybe you’re a bit sheltered compared to him. But still taught that outsiders aren’t worth shit, that they don’t deserve to live if they don’t meet up to certain expectations or follow you around like mindless puppets. 

When you first met, there wasn’t really a connection. Just awkwardness, his empty eyes that are dimmer than the night sky. A void, expressionless as he didn’t feel anything towards the engagement. 

Dion’s not the type of person to feel something at first sight. It’s a slow progression. A twisted one no matter what au it takes place in. Of course it isn’t as twisted in ‘Roxana’ but still. 

Anyway, you both don’t feel much towards the carnage that surrounds your families. It’s the norm, you both were taught that it’s only natural. However, unlike Dion, you were never directly involved with it. It would have affected you too much. 

I’m not sure of exactly how a bond would form between the two of you - perhaps slowly you start to show concern over him. But it’s still twisted, similar to any bonds that might have formed in Agriche. Possessive. Obsessive. Much like his feelings towards Roxana, the difference being that his wasn't romantic. 

It starts to make him see you in a different light. You were alike yet different. You didn’t crave blood, but you didn’t see a problem with it either. Wouldn’t mind if you had to partake in any shady deals if you must, not seeing a single thing wrong with it. Maybe you even accompanied him during some business trips as his wife. 

Accept any and all pain he might inflict on you, be it emotional or physical. However, you would return the favor, something he didn’t like but grew used to once he realized 

you dedicated yourself, your entire life to him. Eventually, a small yet mutual understanding would form - you belonged to each other. 

Sex usually isn’t vanilla. 

Bites that draw blood, choking that almost make you black out, hand marks left behind on the flesh of your neck. Bruises that take weeks to heal, painful but pleasant. Pulling hair that harshly tugs at the scalp, face fucking you, barely able to breathe.

But you enjoy it. 

You bite Dion’s lips hard enough to taste iron, whining when or if he does the same, or bites your tongue - well, surprisingly, it was a once and done thing, realizing that the tongue is very sensitive and even for him it’s painful. 

Your clothes are usually torn into, ruining them, but as a dutiful husband, he makes sure to be ‘gentle’ with the articles of clothing that you do like and enjoy. When it comes to removing jewelry, that’s one area where Dion’s very careful - he doesn’t want to rip your ear off or accidentally set off a smoke bomb (In the novel one of Roxana’s necklaces was straight up one if she broke it) in his face. One time he did and honestly? It ruined the entire mood. 

Amazingly, your husband lets you choke him back, his turtle necks hiding the marks. Spits in your mouth quite frequently, degrading you, treating you more like a toy than a lover. Had you been anyone else, maybe you would be offended, hurt even. But that’s the only way you both know how to show affection.

Toxic affection, but affection nonetheless. 

You both hate it when the opposite sex looks at the other. You’re a possession of each other, something to own. Sometimes you punish them, gorging their eyes out or cutting their tongues off. Sometimes they’re punished with death if you can get away with it.

Agriche is a psych ward. And yet, you found light and comfort in each other. 

Now with a maid! Reader… you could have grown up together, your parents servants for the Agriche clan/family. Instructors for the children, so you also have a twisted view on life. Maybe as bad as the Agriche children themselves. 

Taught to kill at a young age, you were eventually reduced to a maid due to your parent’s decline in performance - Lante decided to give you a second chance. To prove yourself worthy to his family, to him. 

Lessons that engraved themselves into your mind that were taught by your parents, you also developed into a sadistic individual that just doesn’t know when to stop. Of course, since you were below the family, you knew your place and didn’t want to end up like your parents - disposed of without a second thought. 

Assigned to Dion, the male only kept you around because you did your job and only your job. But eventually, he grew a soft spot for you, in spite of himself. And the same went for you. 

A secret situationship - no matter how he is, how chaotic and sadistic and indifferent his personality may be, he’s still a young man, you know? Sexual desires that also developed within you and well, one thing led to another…

Sex is similar as with the arranged marriage but in secret. Taboo. And yet, the very fact it’s taboo is what made it exciting, addicting and more depraved, the high of overpowering you both in status and in bed a drug to him. 

It’s a great way to blow off stress. 

You follow each other with obsessed eyes, stalking the other. You both know, but it brings joy, thrill. A way to prove your affection for each other. 

Scaring off any potential rivals, threatening to kill each other… it’s mutually accepted and enjoyed.

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LAMENT OF OUROBOROS . 　⁺ MASTERLIST

"Forsaken is he who disregards the warnings of a wise man. Hark! gather round—for this is the ode of the seventh prince of Metis. Let this elegy be your lesson: a final cautionary tale of a cursed prince forgotten in even the annals of history. Hubris blinded seventh prince Veritas Ratio, and for that he paid a bitter price. Sit, bear witness to the truths spun by the Moirai—lest you too would like to partake in his tragic fate." • . * cursed prince ratio + alchemist m reader possibly my magnum opus (not just because I finally figured out how to do the gradient thing :3) rough design for minoan fashion ratio here map for key regions (very rough, done on mspaint but whatever) warnings: video game violence, death? kind of? tyranny (are we surprised), male-coded reader (or at least the in-game avatar is)

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

✦ I. PRINCE OF ARROGANCE, PRIDE HAS A HEAVY PRICE;

→ Where it all begins. The venerable Sophos Nous leaves the prince with eight words, and the youth decides his destiny over them.

"His fate was sealed the moment he could taste choleric resentment on his tongue, followed shortly by spite: for spite is the desire to thwart. The path he instinctually set out on—to seek knowledge about the abuses of wisdom in the palace—was one that would only end in despair. "

✦ II. COME HITHER, CURSE WHERE HE LIES.

→ Where it all ends. The prince's scheme germinates, flourishes and withers as quietly as he.

"This was the tale of the seventh prince; an elegy hidden from the footnotes of history. Within the game Lament of Ouroboros, his sorrows were summarised thusly:

A strangely warm vein of ore. 

Hero, come here when dusk kisses the edge of the Borderlands. As your palm brushes against the rock, you may be able to feel the pulse of a slumbering prince. 

Three sentences were all that was afforded to the disgraced prince, forgotten to all but the Moirai."

✦ III. OH, HOW TRAGIC IS HE;

→ You are luckier than he is. You are unluckier than he is. For though your end is painful and futile, there is no lingering in limbo for the rest of your eternity.

"It was an accident. 

“I’m sorry. Ah, shit—” Something wet splashed your cheek, followed by a fumbling hand that tried to brush it away but only succeeded in smearing the thin liquid across your face awkwardly. “Don’t— fuck, I’ll stay with you, alright?” 

Fingers wrapped around your own, flesh against bone. Pulsing life alongside a silent end. 

The last thing on your lips was an apology, in the form of a salty tear dripping from above."

✦ IV. WEEP FOR HIM, I BID OF THEE.

→ The folly of man and god alike. Sophos Nous is not above being wrong.

"Ratio had not been man for a millennium. He had not heard, not seen, not felt, not tasted, nor smelled, for a thousand years. 

It began with a faint frequency that droned in the very recesses of the stone. A buzz, or a low hum, resonated as though he could hear the very orbitals of electrons whirring in each atom. At this point, the background levels of his simulations had ceased—for this was far more important. 

For the first time in centuries, the sluggish pulse that still beat in his undead chest had quickened, just a little."

✦ V. HE IS THE MOST PITIFUL OF MEN;

→ All things must part in the end. Fear not, for we shall meet again.

"The stagnancy was broken once more. Lips pursed in displeasure, and the face shrouded by the shadows of the night disappeared back into the darkness. He who remained asleep was none the wiser—caught in the throes of surgeless rest. 

In the morning, the sculptor would stumble into the chilly studio—waking up with strangely light shoulders and an unclouded mind—only to find his magnum opus gone. Within the chalky base remained the imprints of footsteps, as though the statue had merely walked away. The cold glass skin of juice shattered against the flagstones: seeping a bleeding red into a pristine pathway.

Just like in his restless dreams, that figure left him far behind once again."

✦ VI. FOR NONE SHED TEARS FOR THE FORSAKEN.

part I part II

→ The snake bites its tail. The end is now the beginning.

"Blurry reminiscence could never compete with the primal, instinctive deduction of muscle memory. Each curve, each plane—your hands went through the motions as if you had done them a thousand times. 

And you had. Through paper, through clay, through the stone that faced the hesitant hammer and chisel. 

Who am I to you? "

✦ GLOSSARY