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lieslab · 6 months ago

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And at last I see the light

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: Half-delirious and sick, you randomly tell Minho about your dream proposal and he takes notes.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I'm sappy and emotional. This was definitely inspired by Tangled. What can I say? I'm just a girl who cries easily and thinks about love a lot. Can a girl not ponder? Anyway, if you get choked up at proposals, grab a tissue or two.

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The simple conversation was so long ago that you forgot about it. It was a brief moment in passing, just another random conversation, but Minho didn’t forget it. In fact, he’d been planning since then.

“If I were to propose to you, where would you want it and how would you want it done?”

The two of you were on opposite ends of the couch. Your body was heavy with the weight of a random stomach bug. Through the stomach aches and nausea, you were fading in and out of consciousness. Minho wanted to take you to your shared bed, but you refused. Too worried about making him sick, you opted to stay on the couch.

Every time he came close to you, you stubbornly held your breath and threatened to make yourself pass out. It was dramatic, but it wasn’t unusual for you, you always were. Too afraid of giving him the same bug, you did your best to keep your distance.

You didn’t get the exact wish you were hoping and praying for. At some point, you fell asleep and he covered you in a thick fleece blue blanket. A kiss was planted to the top of your sleeping temple before he strolled back over to the couch. He curled up on the other side and kept an eye on you.

The television was already on, but he twitched the show to something silly with cartoon characters. You needed your rest and he didn’t want you to wake up and stress out your brain by trying to follow along with a half-over plot. He picked out the most childish show and let it play.

When you woke up, you awoke to dancing shadows and the gentle vibrations of the leather couch. Across the way, Minho couldn’t help, but laugh at something that a character said. He grinned and kept his eyes on the flickering screen.

You caught his attention when you sleepily uttered his name. He quickly lowered the volume, got up, and rushed to get you water. You still refused to let him be too close, so all he could do was keep his distance and observe your stubborn self.

The conversations didn’t have a steady theme. He talked about one thing and then another. You jumped from topic-to-topic with him. You were about ready to fall asleep again when he asked you that question.

“Tangled,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows pinched together and he studied your face. Your sleepy eyes were half-lidded and a yawn tugged your mouth into a small o-shape. A smile grew on half of his face and he asked for clarification.

“The scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the gondola with the flying lanterns.”

“What about it?”

“Maybe not the gondola, but with the flying lanterns.” You nuzzled your head back against the cool leather. “I’ve always thought they were beautiful. It’d be the perfect memory.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, but you can’t propose to me when I’m sick. I don’t feel good and I think I’d throw up on your shoes. I think the lights would somehow make me nauseous.”

“You poor, poor thing,” he teased you.

“Mmhm. Poor me.” Your eyes slipped shut and you let out a sigh. He watched you slowly drift back to sleep with the cartoons long forgotten about. His brain went into overdrive that night.

Loving Minho was the easiest choice you ever made. From his quick wit to his loudness, it was the best choice. Not a single soul could compare and it was something you tried not to take for granted.

Whether it was arguing about who deserved the last pudding, or sitting in silence while Minho laid on your lap, your love was so simple. Life went on and the conversation erased from your brain, but it didn’t stop you from having moments when you watched him with a soft fondness.

Your body relaxed and inside your chest, your heart stuttered as your brain tried to capture those little moments. Sometimes, it was as simple as him leaning over the stove and stirring whatever dish he was trying to make. Other times, it was when he was bare faced and stretched out on the couch with one of his cats upon his lap.

His messy hair poked out in every direction from running his hand through it. After dance practice, his muscles ached and he just wanted to sit down and take a bit of time to relax. You usually joined him and crept over, snuggling beneath his arm to keep him warm. He’d whine and complain of your sudden presence, but he never pulled away.

He liked when you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his neck. Just as you grew fond of him, he grew smitten with you. He joked that his love for you was like a pesky bunion that just wouldn’t go away.

Meanwhile, you compared it to wild mushrooms. You could try to stop loving him, but the love would keep sprouting up. Just when you thought there was nothing more to love, you’d turn your back for a brief moment and glance back to find another thing to love; another mushroom sprouted through damp soil.

Everything was warm and bright. In your eyes, everything was right and as the days turned into weeks, when those weeks burrowed into months, and began to roll into years, Minho knew he had you forever. He was going to take advantage of your sleepy-sick state and put his plans into action one day, but it never seemed like the right time. The two of you were always busy and time kept going, your love was an endless sea, but he wanted to make it truly official.

That wish came true when spring unveiled itself. With the chirping birds and baby bunnies, there was finally going to be a lantern festival. Rejuvenation, rebirth, and earth’s restoration; the perfect time to take the next step in your relationship.

“Wear something nice.”

“I always wear something nice.”

“Your constant state of sweatpants and hoodies says otherwise.”

“Fuck off!”

He just wanted you to look back at the video and be content with what you were wearing. The lantern festival was a rarity and you already had your best outfit picked out. You went through the entire routine of making yourself look good and then put it on.

It was a miracle that you didn’t notice the bouncing of his non-driving leg. He shifted in the seat a few times, but your nose was pressed against the passenger’s seat glass. You were going on and on about how excited you were for the festival, you always wanted to attend one.

You were unaware that the fate of your relationship sat in a small square box in Minho’s pocket. The weight of it in his pocket wasn’t much, but tonight, it felt like the ring he picked out was a thousand pounds. He kept glancing over at you and imagining what your face would look like. If it was ugly, he would be sure to tease you about it.

The two of you arrived twenty minutes before the lanterns were set to be released. Finding a parking space was difficult, but by some miracle, he managed to find an empty space to squeeze his car into. He grabbed your hand and headed to the area to grab a lantern.

“Are you getting one too?” You asked, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“No, I just want to watch you light and release yours. You’ve been wanting this, right? It’s your night to shine.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought you were going to do it with me.” You frowned and couldn’t hide the disappointment from your voice.

“Just don’t worry about it, have your fun.”

After grabbing the paper lantern with a tea light white candle tucked inside, Minho handed it to you. “Remember that you only get one wish, so use it well.” You playfully slapped his shoulder and took the lantern.

“Maybe I should wish for you to stop being a pain in my ass.”

“In your dreams.”

With one hand on the lantern and one hand in Minho’s, you began to lead him through the thicket of people. It seemed like everyone wanted to light and release a lantern too. Maybe it was the same reason as you, people wanted to make a wish. For others, it was a way to remember specific people and other loved ones.

No matter what the reason was, it made your heart swell with happiness. How human was it to long for peace? People had done this since the beginning of time and tonight wasn’t anything new.

Little did you know, Minho’s friend was tracking his location. The location sharing app had the exact path they were taking. A few people away, he silently followed with quiet footsteps. In his hand, the phone that’d be used to catch the proposal.

You wiggled through laughter and tears full of a yearning for loved ones. Tonight, no matter who was here, there was a sense of unity. You could feel the tethered string of your heart plucking at all the sights and sounds.

When you finally found a spot on a slight grassy hill, the two of you were only near a handful of people. Minho glanced over his shoulder and found his friend’s face in the reflection of a phone light. His friend quickly clicked off his phone, so he could stay hidden in the dark blanket of night.

“How do you feel?” Minho asked.

“I’m so excited!” You grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this. Ever since I watched Tangled for the first time, the floating lantern scene on the water has always been my favorite scene.”

“I’m sorry that we’re not on water.”

“Are you kidding me?” You scoffed. “Look at where we are! This is going to be so beautiful. It’s like we’re holding the stars tonight. For once, they won’t be in the sky, we’ll be capturing them and sending them back home.”

He pressed his lips together, trying not to get sappy over how excited you were. You were like a little kid as you rambled. Even in the dark, a nearby street light lit up the excitement in your eyes. He’d seen you excited before, but this was something entirely different.

His hand went into his pant’s pocket to make sure the ring was still there. His hand found the square leather box and his shoulders relaxed. He knew exactly how he’d do this, he was just hoping you’d say yes.

After a few minutes of talking, your arm shot out and you pointed across the way. “Look! It’s starting! We can light our lantern!”

Our lantern.

Minho said he wasn’t getting a floating lantern and instead of ignoring his words, you just assumed that the two of you could share the lantern instead. His heart ached with a love for you that he couldn’t understand sometimes. It was little things like that, it made him think he could love you until his heart gave out.

He reached into his other pocket, held out a lighter, and handed it to you. You held up the lantern and he hesitated. It was only after you nodded that he flicked the flame to life. He placed it back in his pocket and behind him, his friend came closer to record the moment.

“Come on, grab the lantern and make a wish.”

“But it’s your lantern.”

“Lee Minho, so help me, if you don’t grab on and make a wish with me...”

Across the way, flickering yellows and oranges began to fly higher in the sky. He grabbed the other side of the lantern and together, the two of you raised it higher and higher. After your arms couldn’t stretch anymore, your fingers let go.

You smiled as you watched it go further and further away. Above the people’s heads, above the buildings, and further and further into the night sky. Your eyes didn’t leave, even when it blended into a crowd of other lights.

Awe and endearment flooded the area. Shouts of joy and flickers of laughter. No matter what people wished tonight, for once, it felt like it’d be okay. Whatever hurt and whatever harm had touched people’s lives, tonight was the start of something different.

Every light had a story and each one was a flicker of hope. Into the air, into the sky, and over buildings. Tonight, you weren’t sure where your lantern would land, it’d be up to the universe to decide.

“So what’d you wish for?”

You began to spin around at the sound of Minho’s voice. “I wished for-” You gasped and a hand slammed over your mouth. A few feet away, Minho was down on one knee with a box holding a ring.

“Are you joking?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke. An emotional lump was forming in your throat. Tears blurred your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” You vigorously nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “A thousand times yes!”

Before he could get up, you collapsed down beside him. He didn’t get a chance to speak because you threw your arms around his shoulders. You pressed your head into the side of his neck as a choked out sob fell from your lips.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Why are you crying?”

“Because,” you weakly squeaked as you pulled away from his body. “This was my wish. I wanted our relationship to last forever.”

“I guess we both got our wishes tonight. My wish was that you’d say yes.” He chuckled and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “Can we get up now? I’d like to make it official and put a ring on it.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you pulled your arms away. You allowed him to help pull you up. Your hand stuck out and he began to stick a ring on your finger.

“That might be true, but I’m your idiot.” He gently grabbed your ring finger and slid on the ring. “Now I’m your idiot forever. Come on, stop crying.” He wiped away more of your tears.

“I can’t help it, I’ve always dreamed of this. How’d you know this is what I wanted? The floating lights and everything?” Your eyes searched his, but all he offered with a soft hum and a shrug.

“Love is a mystery like that sometimes.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Come on,” he slowly turned you around. “Let's watch the lanterns, shall we?” An arm wrapped around your shoulders.

With a final sniffle, you let your head lean against his shoulder. Everything was just as perfect as you’d imagine it to be. Nothing anyone could do would ever be able to top this moment.

Minho glanced over his shoulder and his friend gave him a thumbs up. He stopped the recording and disappeared back into the crowd of people. Tomorrow, Minho would make you watch the video and he’d tease you for your dramatic reaction.

Tonight, you were just two people whose wishes came true beneath floating lanterns and that was enough for him.

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bunnyinvanilla · 5 months ago

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you just need reassurance from old sugar daddy!john price aaall the time — bunnies are territorial, especially a soft, young, little bunny girl like you… (laaaarge age gap, reader is 21 and price is in his late 40s)

“what the heck is a barracks bunny?”

the urgency behind your voice rung in john’s ears like an alert bell, like the one he’d always felt when he’d been a lieutenant — he hadn’t expected you to stomp in front him like that, phone in hand and frowning.

“what? who taught you this word, doll? was it Johnny-“

your sweet voice interrupted him, followed by your free hand, lifted upwards towards him in a dismissive manner, “no no, sir, pleaser, answer my question.”

he’d never seen you like this, hand adorably set on your hip, titled in the most delicate yet delicious way, doe eyes narrowed and slightly squinted, excepting an answer — your sweet, sweet bunny features clearly petty over something.

always so polite and obedient, so sweet and kind, what had gotten into you?

“is there one at the base, sir? I promise, if the answer is yes i-“

but you stumbled on your own words, because as soon as he caught the sparks of irritation in your voice, he stood up, straightening his muscular and broad shoulders — he looked down at you, his buff body that always picked you up so effortlessly slowly inched closer to you.

“you what, doll? mmh?” his voice sounded rougher, a hint of threatening warning behind it.

you flattered your lashes, tenderly, a silent, docile sign of submission in the midst of that moment,

“is there one, sir?” you repeated, your voice small but steady, tilting your head all the way up to meet his intense, sharp gaze.

“you already know the answer, princess, of course not. where did you even learn that from?”

”it doesn’t matter, sir, I-“ you replied dismissively, but his voice rumbled taking over your own, a low, gruff baritone that echoes deeply in your eardrums

“asked you a question, sweetheart. where.”

you swallowed, your eyelids trembling softly as you blinked up at him, shifting your position — when bunnies felt neglected, they pushed their nose against their owner’s body, seeking, demanding attention and clarification.

“everyone on the internet is talking about being afraid of their men in the military possibly having one, and-“

“and you immediately thought we’d have one at the base, huh doll?”

you softened your expression, and he could finally recognize his bunny back, obedient and gentle “you can’t blame me sir, i was only worried, was simply a question, i never know what really goes on in the base and—“

“no, no, no doll, you need to remember who you’re talking to, even when you ‘only want to ask’” he lifted his large hand and cupped your chin, squeezing your cheeks with a firm, yet gentle enough grip. “understand?”

your cheeks burned, bright and red between his calloused fingers, “I know but—“

a flicker of warning passed through his thin, squinted eyes like a shooting star, “do you understand, doll?”

you pressed your lips together, the serious look behind his eyes making your imaginary bunny ears tug down, back towards your head, and your tail tuck between your legs — you only nodded, still holding the same pouty expression.

he tilted his head expectantly, deepening his voice and cooing down at you, slightly raising his brows “that’s not how you answer me, is it sweetheart?”

“yes, daddy,” you finally let the words slip out, eyes softening even more when you recognized the tiny twitch of his mustache, that tried to hide and disguise his growing entertainment —

your cheeks burn brightly, a warm, red blush that almost felt warm against his calloused fingers, how could he be mad at his bunnygirl for being worried about her daddy? you’re so clingy and possessive, and it amuses him :(

with a short tug of you chin, he lifted your face closer to his, mere inches from his beard as he almost breathed against your lips, his voice so rough and low it sounded the rumble of distant fireworks.

“we don’t have that sort of thing in the base, angel, would never allow it, the only bunny I have hopping around me is you, little one. guess that makes you the captain’s personal barracks bunny, doesn’t it?”

#john price x f!reader #john price x female reader #john price #john price imagine #captain price x female reader #price x female reader #john price x y/n #captain price x reader #call of duty #cod imagine

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prokopetz · 4 months ago

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Hey! Unsure where else to ask this question, so... do you know of any TTRPGs that would work well for a sort of magical girl setting? I've seen a few PbtA systems that try to tackle it, but I also have a player who likes in-depth character building & combat, so PbtA isn't always the best fit.

I'm afraid that's too vague a brief to offer a good answer. You wouldn't use the same sort of system to run a game inspired by Pretty Cure as you would to run a game inspired by Puella Magi Madoka Magica, and what works best for either of those wouldn't be suited for a game inspired by Senki Zesshō Symphogear. You're going to have to narrow down what you mean by "a sort of magical girl setting".

(As always, folks, please refrain from jumping in and providing your own recs until after the requesting party has provided that clarification. Wilfully ignoring the stated criteria in order to just plug your favourite system is a great way to catch a block around here.)

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #tabletop rpg recommendations #magical girls #violence mention

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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for Zayne, and Slyus react to his shy gn crush giving him a love letter before leaving quickly?

You were quick with your exist, Sylus had to give you that as the moment he looked up from the letter, only to see that you were long gone.

Naturally he would’ve caught you by the wrist and kept you close until after he had read the letter. However since that wasn’t how the events played out, Sylus walked back to his room to read the letter, fully intending to ask you the next time he sees you what this was all about, all the while lightly scolding you for running away.

He even made Mephisto leave the room for full privacy, the crow was offended by this not going to lie and instead made himself comfortable on the nearest perch he could find.

Sylus wasn’t dumb, your expression gave it all away what type of letter this was and he couldn’t help but smirk when he read your sweet words, chuckling as he felt your emotions through every sentence he read and how many words you had scribbled out in your attempt of making a confession to him.

While he would’ve preferred to have you confess to him in person, he couldn’t hold it against you that you felt overwhelmed and too afraid to do so and speak your heart to him, but that was okay when you had written your heart to him on a piece of paper instead that made him smile as warmth spread throughout his chest.

You were so cute when you poured your heart out into the letter and Sylus knew he would be keeping this as his own personal memento of the time where your relationship changed. Needless to say after reading the letter you got a greeting by Sylus later that same evening as he made himself comfortable in your apartment, eager to start your relationship as soon as he could by making you a dinner for two.

He casts his gaze down at the letter you hastily shoved into his hand, giving him no room to ask what the contents of the letter was before bolting off down the hallway with a flustered expression upon your face.

Zayne tilts his head to the side as he then takes the letter into his office, not wanting anyone to peer over his shoulder and read the words that you had specifically wrote for him and him alone.

He knew of your nervousness and tendency to tell him personal things through the likes of cute letters, but this was a completely different level of that as he got an insight to your thoughts and feelings towards him that you couldn’t put into words. It was highly detailed with moments where you realised that you like Zayne more then ‘just a friend’

He found it sweet and warming as he too would reminisce on the moments that you bring up and suddenly everything becomes clearer for Zayne. The moments where it seemed like you were more sheepish and unable to meet his eyes, all of it made all the more sense to him now as you gave clarification to why you acted those ways back then.

You adored him and yet you couldn’t find a more fitting way to tell him than a letter that resides within his hands.

It felt good for Zayne to know that his feelings wasn’t one sided and that you felt similar to him. It was all he could ever wish for even though he tried not to fall for you, only to find it increasingly difficult when you were practically a big part of his day to day life, and he couldn’t help but feel as though a weight had been taken off of his chest knowing that he didn’t have to hold back his feeling anymore and finally get to do what he always wanted.

He has a reservation booked at a fancy restaurant to you both, but is more than willing to cancel it to just walk through the city with you should that be more your speed, or maybe even some quality time at home with some take out. Zayne didn’t want you to become overwhelmed and would much preferable to have you at your most comfortable when you’re both talking about your future relationship.

#love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace imagines #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #lads x y/n #lads x you #lads imagine #lads imagines #lads x reader #sylus x y/n #sylus imagine #sylus x you #sylus x reader #zayne x y/n #zayne imagines #zayne imagine #zayne x you #zayne x reader

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redfoxwritesstuff · 7 months ago

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AN: We've made it 10 days! Good news, unlike some people, I don't have any angst for you... because I don't lick doorknobs.

Summary: You're beyond floored when Alastor asked you to allow him the honor of courting you. You were far from sure as to what that entailed however, with a powerful overlord asking for your time and another lurking in the distance, her thumbs up and smile wide- your back was against a wall. Though you had no idea what to expect from courtship with Alastor, what came with your first outing left you eager to come back for more.

CW: Semi public sex, pool sex, sex on the first date, multiple orgasms, female receiving oral, p in v sex

Your heels clicked against the cool tile in the halls, the sound mixing with Alastor’s making a new music you were only beginning to become familiar with. His long fingers rested across your eyes, hands stacked to keep you wrapped in his arms, blinded by his fingers.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you walked, trusting Alastor to lead the way. Could Alastor hear how it joined the music of your steps? Or was that part of the song of trust for you alone? Letting someone lead you blindfolded anywhere took a lot of trust, especially in hell.

That was even more so true when the person leading you was The Radio Demon, Alastor. You and he hadn’t known eachother a great long time, not really in the grand timeline of hell, but he had caught your eye the day you landed, freshly deceased and judged unworthy of crossing through the gates of heaven.

It had been a few years since then and you couldn’t begin to say when you caught his attention. The two of you seemed to orbit each other, social circles brushing but only just. He existed just on the outside of your circle, an ever present looming red mark that demanded your attention every time he caught your eye but never seeming to properly cross into your circle.

You were a frequent flyer in Cannibal Town and considered Rosie to be as close to a friend as one could call the overlord that owned your soul. She was kind and always so eager to listen to your stories of a life spent on island beaches, sun’s rays warming your skin as your thick hair danced in the salty ocean breeze. She eagerly devoured your stories of island life as that red blotch existed, just off in the distance, waiting for his turn to bask in Rosie’s attention. Though, perhaps bask wasn’t the right word, considering he was an overlord himself.

Needless to say, when Alastor approached you a few days ago and asked if you would consider doing him the honor of allowing him to court you, you thought at first it was some sick joke. You nearly laughed before you caught sight of Rosie standing off behind him with her thumbs up and what could have been the largest smile you had ever seen on her face. Oh, he was serious. This was serious.

“Okay,” you tentatively answered, unsure exactly what you were supposed to do or say. Hell, you were not even sure what the fuck ‘courting’ was or if it was any different from dating, if at all. That wasn’t really something you could ask Alastor, you were sure of it.

“Wonderful!” Alastor had said, cheer radiating off of him as he took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “I’ll pick you up in a week for our first outing!”

And just like that, he let the emporium in a flutter and you asking, “What the hell just happened?”

You had no more clarification now than you had a week ago. Rosie was no help, simply cooing over you. Whatever had just happened, you knew she had her fingers in it and what’s worse; you were certain she had her fingers in what was happening now too.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” Alastor teased as he turned, walking you both backward. He used his back to push open the door, a tentacle reaching out from him to keep it from swinging back on you. “Are you afraid?”

“Anyone would be a little frightened to put so much trust in you,” you whispered, unsure if you should be honest with your… whatever Alastor was to you. Would it be wrong to ask him if courting meant that he was your boyfriend or if that was some other step down the line?

Perhaps you could save your dignity and just ask Rosie again. She was from the same time period, wasn’t she? Eventually, she would have to give you an answer, right?

“I pulled a few strings,” Alastor spoke, turning you again to walk forward. He seemed to not mind that you had admitted mistrust in him, however softly you had said it. “I hope you find it acceptable.”

Wherever Alastor was taking you, you knew you were outside again. The hot air of hell brushed against your skin. If only you could feel the warmth of the sun, you could almost think you were home again with the way the heat radiated, sinking into your bones.

Alastor stopped at some point though you couldn’t say how far you had walked with his hands covering your eyes. After waiting a few moments, he dropped his hands, revealing the last thing you had expected to see in hell.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you. Alastor chuckled at the gasp that passed between your lips. Before you was a large outdoor swimming pool, filled with clean water that sparkled impossibly blue in the dim light of hell.

“What do you mean, ‘you pulled some strings’?” You turned, facing Alastor with wide eyes.

He looked down at you with a soft smile. “I called in a few favors with the Morningstar family to get this new asset for the hotel rushed. I… I requested it a few weeks ago with you in mind.”

“A few weeks ago?” He had only asked to court you a week ago. What was his plan if you had said no?

Alastor seemed to hesitate for a moment, “Yes, is… is that acceptable? The way you’d talk of swimming, you seemed to long for it.”

You threw your arms around Alastor, jumping up as you hung from his neck. He stepped back, caught by surprise at your enthusiasm. It was hardly a proper display. You knew he favored propriety, much like Rosie did, but in your excitement, you lost yourself. You were about to let go when his arm settled around your waist, holding you to him in a soft hug.

“Thank you, Alastor,” you whispered into his neck. “I haven’t swum since my death.”

“I’m glad you find it acceptable.” He guided you down to your feet.

“I can’t wait!” You grinned up at him before turning on your heels. After a second of hesitation of your own, you took up Alastor’s hand and ran toward the edge of the pool.

“If you’d like to step over into the changing rooms,” Alastor slowed, pulling his hand from yours to gesture to the changing rooms only to find you pulling your shirt up over your head and throwing it aside as you continued eagerly toward the pool.

“Oh,” Alastor chuckled as you looked back at him, shimmying out of your pants. “That’s not what I expected.”

“Are you coming?” You called as you stretched, standing in just your bra and panties, uncaring, or at least so it looked to Alastor, of the fact that he had never seen so much of your skin exposed before.

“I was going to go change,” Alastor again motioned to the changing rooms, though his feet carried him close and closer to the pool’s edge.

He watched as you turned, bra clinging to your breasts as you smiled at him. Red eyes ran over your skin, taking in the curves that had been hidden from him for years. His mother had raised him better than to greedily take in the sight of a disrobed woman outside of the privacy of his home, but she also had raised him better than to murder.

You held your arms out to the sides, smile wide as you watched Alastor’s eyes run down your torso. He had a moment to admire the lacy panties, red as blood that hugged your mound, spreading into thin straps over your hips before you fell back.

Water splashed up around you as you sank deep into the pool. Glee sang in your heart as the water embraced your body. You twisted and turned in it, allowing your body to sink lower and before you pulled yourself toward the surface.

Blinking water from your eyes, you found a sight you never thought you’d see.

Alastor had shed his shirt, shoes kicked off to the side. His eyes met yours as he let his pants fall from around his waist. He stepped out of them, hooves clicking softly against the tiles of the roof.

The sight of him, standing in the closest thing to sunlight hell offered, had your heart pounding in your chest. He was tall, nothing but long, lean lines that seemed to go on forever. Everyone in hell had their bodies twisted, shaped and pushed into something that was a far cry from humanity, in one way or another. Most, like Alastor, took on animal traits and features.

Finding the things to love, to find acceptable in the forms of others and one’s self in hell took many time. Some never managed to even find acceptance in their new form. You had been blessed, finding yourself pleasing, well enough at least. Though you missed what you had been, you didn’t hate what you had become.

You couldn’t tell if Alastor felt the same about his form. He had been covered from neck to toe for the whole of the time you had known him. You didn’t even realize he had hooves tucked into his shoes.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Alastor asked as he stepped toward the edge of the pool.

“Can you swim with hooves?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as you leaned against the edge of the pool.

“I suppose we’re going to find out,” Alastor’s smile turned wide, grin cutting across his face as he sat on the edge and let his legs into the water.

“I’m surprised,” you said, pushing back from the wall to float away easily on your back. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. You didn’t.. You didn’t have to do this for me. Favors are as good as gold down here, and you burned some for me.”

“It’s just a small taste of what is within my power,” Alastor said, swimming toward you. His hoofs clearly made swimming take more effort, yet he managed easily enough.

“You don’t have to buy my affection, you know?” You arched your back, kicking your legs and sending yourself under the water’s surface with the practiced ease of a lifetime spent in the water.

Alastor watched, one ear cocked to the side as a bemused smile settled on his lips. If he didn’t have to buy your affections, how would he go about getting them? You were, as you always were, a mystery to him. As you cut a practiced path under the water’s surface, he could only wait as he watched.

Oh, you were beautiful.

You surfaced in a show, water exploding from your arms as you thrust them up into the air. Hands smoothed water from your hair, sending it cascading down your neck as you gasped for air. As the surrounding water settled, a bright smile grew on your face.

Alastor treaded water nearby, water weighing down the tuft of fur that sat on his chest, a reminder of his animalistic nature when so much of his torso was otherwise nearly human.

“I never thought I’d see you like this,” you whispered as you swam closer.

“How so?” Alastor’s hands twitched in the water, claws causing small whirlpools above the surface. It almost looked like he wanted to reach out for you.

“Relaxed.” You ran your eyes over him, once again taking in the way he was nearly bare in front of you. “You can touch me, you know?”

“Can I?” Alastor’s ear, damp from your splashing, twitched, sending a drop of water down into the pool. “I don’t want to overstep.”

He was such a gentleman. It was almost painful and yet enduring. It made you feel so seen, cherished, respected. Of all the people you had ever been with, none had hesitated to touch you.

You swam up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself above water. His breath hitched as your chest pressed into his, stomach sliding against his as your legs settled, one between his.

“It’s okay.” You ran your fingers through his damp hair, watching the way he melted ever just so under your touches. “I won’t break.”

“It’s been… a while,” Alastor admitted. “I don’t wish to chase you off, to push you too fast. I find I’m rather unsure of the speed courting moves nowadays.”

“It moves however fast we want it too,” you whispered, pushing your body into his more, telling yourself that you were right- courting was dating. It also wasn’t, it was something somehow more. “If I want you to touch me and you want to touch me, you won’t break me by touching me.”

“You wish for me to touch you?” Alastor asked.

“If you want to.” Your body brushed against his in the water. “Then I want you to.”

Alastor’s hands settled on your hips, claws poking at the soft skin as he held your hips close to his body. You wanted him; you realized. The desire for Alastor, his company, his kindness, his power, his body- it snuck up on you. He had snuck up on you, finding himself tucked into your heart before you had even been aware of it.

Could it become love? You thought so. He was a man you could easily love, now that his attention was turned on you.

“Is there anything you do not wish for me to do?” Alastor asked, his hips brushed against yours. “Anything that is too far, too fast?”

“Nothing,” you whispered, eyes darting down to his smile as his hand smoothed over the small of your back, inching higher with each pass.

“I’m surprised you got in the pool with me.” Your thigh ran along the outside of his as you almost straddled his thigh as you ran a hand over his shoulder and down his chest, fingers caressing his sharp collar bone. “I thought you wouldn’t want to risk someone seeing you like this.”

“There is no risk,” Alastor’s smile grew softer, “I put a shield up the moment you disrobed. I wanted to protect your modesty and give us privacy for our first date.”

“Our first date,” you giggled as you ran the heel of your foot down the back of his calf. “Is a lovely one.”

“I’m glad you find it so.”

“Are you going to kiss me?” you whispered, heel smoothing down the fur that grew on his lower calf, leading the way to the transition to deer hoofs.

“Would you like me to?” Alastor teased, fingers twitching between your shoulder blades.

“Would you like to?” you challenged back, not knowing how far you could push him or what it would get you.

“I think that’s a lovely place to start,” Alastor’s voice was deep, thick as he drew you closer.

“Then let’s get started.” You felt a rush as the words left your lips, sounding far more confident in what was between you and Alastor than you actually were.

His lips met yours in a soft, sweet kiss. Timid caresses of lips grew, morphed into something more confident as the first kiss became the second. It felt like it took nothing more than a few heartbeats for Alastor to have himself pressed against you.

His fingers twitched, running over the clasp of your bra as his lips met yours again and again. You pressed your pelvis into his, sighing as you felt him stir to life slightly in his boxers.

It had been so long since you felt desired and yet, the way Alastor’s lips left yours, trailing along your jaw and neck combined with the feeling of his fingers digging into your hip, made you feel like the woman you had once been.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Alastor’s fingers twitched over the clasp of your bra again. Your heart thrashed against your ribs as you waited to see what he was going to do. Waiting and hoping.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder as the band around your ribs gave way, falling slack. The only thing that kept your bra from floating away from your chest was how it was pinned between your bodies.

“Is this alright?” Alastor asked, fingers urging the shoulder strap to fall down your arm.

“It is,” you smiled as he let you float away from him.

The bra floated to the surface again as you worked your arms out of the straps. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you floated just outside of Alastor’s reach. His eyes ran over you, taking in the swells of your breasts below the water. The cool water had your nipples pulled into tight pebbles.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Alastor murmured as he encircled you in his arms again, crashing your breasts against his chest.

“No,” you answered honestly.

“Then I shall strive to do so as often as I may,” Alastor’s lips found yours again, hands running along your sides. There was a fire in the kiss this time. He groaned into your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The heat of your core pressed into him, teasing his stiffening cock with the promise of more.

“Will you?” You whimpered as he pressed your back into the sharp edge of the pool.

“For you,” Alastor promised, lifting you easily out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool, “I will fill the airwaves with proclamations of your beauty. Should you ever forget, you’ll need but only to turn on the radio.”

“Oh,” you sighed as Alastor’s fingers snagged under the band of your panties, tugging them slightly lower. He waited for you to protest, looking up at you for some sort of sign. You lifted your hips instead, smiling down at him. The wet lace slipped down your hips, cast aside to float in the water with your bra.

“Magnificent,” Alastor purred, planting his palms on either side of your hips, pushing himself out of the water.

“Not really.” Your protests, weak though they were, were cut off by his lips pressing into yours again. Alastor’s wet torso slipped between your knees as he pulled your naked body to him.

“Yes, really.” He kept you held to him as he pulled himself out of the water. The wet fabric of his underwear clung to him, highlighting every curve of what little of him remained covered, including the hardness of his cock. “May I taste you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, not daring to believe he meant what he said in the way you hoped he did. Your… whatever courting made him was a cannibal, you knew that. Surely that was the sort of taste he meant.

He leaned your back against the hard ground, spreading your legs and wasted no time delving in. He was greedy with his desire, legs spread out behind him. He hooked your legs over his shoulders as pushed forward, spreading you.

You didn’t know what to expect from your first outing with Alastor as your boyfriend maybe, but on the list of possibilities you hadn’t listed being spread out, naked, poolside and moaning his name while his tongue sank deeper into your opening.

There were many things you were learning about Alastor. You learned he was a thoughtful partner. You learned he was a talented kisser. You were in the process of receiving a lesson on how talented he was with other things as your back arched, nipples pointing skyward as you gasped and moaned.

He sank a finger into your fluttering opening, weeping and begging to be filled as you cried his name out again and again. It was forward, so unlike the man who asked you to court him and yet so magically right as he curled his finger again and again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body as the pool water dried on your skin.

“Ah, ah, Al-Alast-” Your body clamped down around him, spilling more slick that he eagerly drank up. How many had he pulled from you? Two? Three? Your body sagged as the waves of pleasure passed, leaving overstimulation to send bolts of pleasure through your body.

“Cher,” Alastor looked up your body, taking in the way your breasts moved with each having breath, “I fear I got carried away. I forgot we’re here to swim, not feast. Do forgive me.”

Your limbs were noodles as he scooped you up into his arms. You clung to him, body pressing against his as he carried you into the pool, each step down the stairs sinking the both of your bodies deeper into the cold water.

“It’s cold,” you whined, spent body sensitive as he moved you deeper and deeper.

“I’ll keep you warm.” His lips crashed into yours as he pressed you into the cold tile. The heat of your bodies mixed, warming the water around you as you drank the taste of your slick from his lips.

“You will?” You worked your sensitive cunt over his bulge as you clung to him. This was far more than you would have expected or a first date, but his touches left you wanting more.

The typically proper and restrained demon was quickly becoming your favorite drug.

Your legs worked his underwear down, pushing them lower and lower until his hand left your hip and took control, casting them off to float off into the water.

“Are you sure?” Alastor asked as you eagerly ground your cunt against his cock.

“Please,” you whimpered, eager for the feel of him stretching your walls around him.

“It’s not too much?” Alastor asked as the head of his cock nestled against your twitching opening.

“Please,” groaned as he let your body sink down, the head of his cock pushing past your slick opening. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to go insane.”

“Oh,” Alastor groaned, guiding your body lower and lower as you moaned, head thrown back. “We can’t have that, now can we?”

Your oversensitive sex burned as he stretched you, the pool water offering little in the way of lubricant while washing away what you had produced yourself. All you could feel was him as black swam around the edges of your vision.

“You must breathe,” Alastor whispered as he bottomed out inside you.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until that moment. Gasping for air, you struggled, clinging to him as he pushed his body into yours tighter.

“Oh, that is rather unexpected,” Alastor moaned, the flowing water from the vent ghosting past your ass and blowing directly against his balls.

Each thrust into you splashed water up around your bodies, ensuring your chest never stopped glittering in the dim light. You clung to him, moaning his name as his cock nudged every sensitive pocket of nerves in your body. The fur at the base of his cock brushed against your clit, ensuring you could hardly breathe.

“Oh, shit.” You dug your fingers into the neat short hair at the back of his head as he thrust into you again and again, water slowing his pace. “Fuck, Alastor.”

“You are,” he moaned in your ear as your over sensitive cunt clutched his cock, trying to suck him deeper.

“You’re so, fuck, so big.” He chucked as you struggled to put words together, speared on his cock. “I’m so close, fuck. How am I close again?”

“Because I’m that good,” Alastor teased, teeth nipping your lips as he closed his eyes, allowing the warm heat of your cunt to wash over him. The vent caressed his balls, each thrust into you being met with the soft brushes. “I’m sorry, Cher, I’m not going to last as long as you deserve.”

“Fuck,” you moaned as his cock swelled and twitched inside you. “Fuck, Alastor.”

He kissed you, eager to swallow your moans as he pushed into your body again and again. Each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls contract around him, begging for him to give into the pleasure. A deep groan reverberated through Alastor’s chest, running from his throat into you as he kissed you.

You came hard, body finding the strength to grip his cock like a vice. Your head fell back, a trail of saliva connecting your lips as you cried out, repeating his name as if it was the very key to your salvation.

Alastor’s lips hit your neck as he bit down, his own orgasm being ripped from him by the force of your own. Coppery blood filled his mouth as he drank from you. He moaned, swallowing part of you into his body as he shot a part of himself deep inside your core.

He swallowed with each wave of pleasure, pouring and drinking as you clung to him, moaning with every soft thrust until he slowed to a throbbing stop.

“I seem to have gotten carried away once again.” Alastor spoke, breathing heavily as his body stilled, cock keeping his seed from spilling out into the pool water. He licked the blood from his lips before he looked up at you again. “You seem to sweep me away.”

“Oh,” you chuckled weakly, held above water by the arms wrapped around you. “I don’t think I mind.”

“Good,” Alastor chuckled, kissing you again as his softening cock twitched inside you.

If this was what dates with Alastor would be like, you hoped to have many more.

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brujaluas · 3 months ago

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the plot twist that no one was expecting

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I see a blessing! Your paths are emerging over a great purified water, what do you mean? You will be very blessed by the spirituality in a certain way, if you ask them for something, be careful, they will really listen to you in the coming times, why do I say be careful? Well, there are things that we THINK we need, but sometimes they really may not be good for us, be careful with that! And be specific about what you want, it is good to remember that the spirituality, the beings (regardless of their religion) who look after us and take care of us, in fact, most of them were never human, so there are many people that they do not understand (from a human point of view), you will get closer to your protectors. You will free yourself from karma or find one, calm down, it is as if you understand why such a thing happens, you will become aware of karma. I see clarification for your vision, seek advice from the spirit, through the tarot it would be interesting as an example. I find it interesting because usually when a specific card comes out here, things are not good, but this time, I see your paths being freed, your mind becoming tormentedly clear. It is as if you are in the eye of the hurricane. establishing a serious relationship.

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a weight or burden in your life is difficult to carry, my child? stay strong, I root for you a lot! I see that you may have serious or long-lasting problems at the time you read this reading, be careful with someone, you may deal with an aggressive person with a strong temper, it may even be someone you will get romantically involved with, be careful! you are worth more than that, always put yourself first and don't be afraid of it, you are not selfish because of that! Be careful, because someone may want your partner to cheat on you by doing something in the relationship. An aggressive person may also want to destroy a relationship that you are building with someone.

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A journey that you can take, it can even be a spiritual journey. Wow, I see some pretty heavy things happening. Take care of yourself, take care of your mental health. I see a cycle ending. If you have been praying to remove bad things and people from your life that end up influencing your potential success in life, everything will be removed. So be aware that radical changes can happen here, but don't despair too much. A relationship ending can happen. When something completely falls apart in your life, I see you discovering all the answers that were missing.

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interdimensionalpancakes · 7 months ago

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the main reasons why i ship coai

to me, coai/ shinshi is just the healthier ship, filled with trust, understanding, and mutual interests. it's also the one ship i can see lasting long term in the real world.

they are partners/ solve cases together: Ai likes when he rambles his deductions calling him a "sparrow" (file 713 & 714) and she isn't afraid to ask him for clarification if his explanations get too convoluted. He doesn't really need to help her understand the case, she can figure it out on her own most of the time (file 466-469, 656 [he smiled when he was listening to her deduction]) nor does she give up before she puts any effort into solving the problem first (file 548, 713). She actively contributes to his deductions and he always asks her if she has any ideas (file 287, 525, 664, 729). he can depend on her to stay calm under investigations (file 729, 870) and come up with plans to protect/ help the DB if conan can't be there (file 549, 817). she shares his same investigative curiousity and isn't a bystander, sharing her biochemist background to help shinichi's deductions (file 1098).

they help each other's overcome their weaknesses/ fears: her trust-issues & self-blaming tendencies (file 189-191, 344-346), his impatience & impulsivity (file 429, 475). they put each other at ease when it comes to being paranoid about BO members in public (file 287, 289, 359, 624, 680, 741 [he asked if she wanted to sleep over at the detective agency??], 775, 1006). As for the lies regarding the BO between the two, shinichi said it best in file 341: "[Haibara's] not as tough as she looks." They protect each other because if haibara tells conan about the BO he'll be impulsive/ wanting to attack them immeadiately and if conan tells haibara BO stuff before he resolved it, her trust issues would go on overdrive. Though it should be noted that haibara eavesdropped on some things, so she understands that conan's hiding things from her, by nature that she's the BO "traitor" she's hiding things from shinichi too.

they accept each other imperfections: they tease each other about being adults in a kid's body (file 515-517,724), shiho's age, his lack of tact, his tone-deafnesses, his relationship with ran, her fangirling higo, her aloofness/ sarcasm (file 680), etc. they can get angry with each other and they always apologize, while maintaining a healthy competitive relationship. she loves being able to challenge him intellectually such as telling him to guess her favorite song and the code in file 491, while he's always up for the challenge (file 200) since she knows that shinichi likes puzzles.

he always notices and likes when she smiles (file 275, 292).

shinichi is protective of her and she's protective of him (file 238- 242, 346, 429, 582, 624, 681, 824, 1070) but not in a possesive way & he doesn't need to be told to do so, it's automatic at this point. he promised to always protect her and he kept it.

shinichi always knows when shiho looks like she's going to run away. he always hopes that she doesn't but he always runs after her anyways just to make sure (file 289, 346, 437, 817).

he defends her family when other people make negative comments about them (file 425, 1072).

they share interests other than the BO (soccer, pop culture, animals, music, history, etc.) but they're individuals first.

their relationship has boundaries: haibara respects shinichi's feelings for ran / navigates her jealousy rather gracefully (file 313, 999,1000). conan doesn't probe further about her past with gin when she doesn't want to answer (file 242). they keep each other in check (file 242, 515, 1091). they never force each other to reveal secrets they're not ready to share (file 341) and she can tell when he's suppressing his emotions/ concerns (file 609).

they rescue each other even though they can rescue themselves without each other (file 755,817). she can guess where he'll be/ gives him a spare antidote (file 654) and he always has a plan to get her to safety (file 429, 824). haibara can predict conan's behavior and vice versa (file 289, 430).

side note: it's canon that ran ships coai (file 876), which is hilarious because ai ships shinran (mainly out of denial/ love bc she wants shinichi to be happy/ ran looks like her sister so she wants her to be happy, but this is a whole seperate discussion). also the DB always noticed a vibe between coai, especially ayumi and Mitsuhiko.

for those interested, there's a parallel to shinran: in file 887, haibara ai guessed conan's phone passcode correctly on the first try. whereas it took ran in file 483 multiple tries just to get it correctly. in non-canon movie 16th, conan saw ran's underwear and said 'white' out loud, in canon file 714, he saw haibara's underwear and also said 'white' out loud and he got defensive when she called him a pervert.

#if this were any other series they would be the main couple #there i said it #i only put canon/ manga material here on purpose #there's so many more chapters but these were the first ones that came to mind #shinshi #ai haibara #haibara ai #kudo shinichi #coai #shinichi kudo #conan edogawa #shiho miyano

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