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sapphirelightningbug · 2 days ago

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Mother Knows Best [Adrian Chase x Reader]

Literally couldn’t get a photo of his mother from the trailer to save my life

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Summary: Adrian’s mom thinks you’re dating her son, especially because of how much he talks about you.

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: Course language, Suggestive language, mentions of murder, Adrian is a whole warning himself

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You and Adrian had met when you were working with Peacemaker and the rest of the 11th Street Kids. You'd found him strange at first; his obsession with Chris was different. It was obvious he had some issues, not that you thought poorly of him because of it, but he had some social problems. He didn't really have a filter, and he could be crass. Still, you became friends cause, like Adebayo said, he was a good guy. You’d been hanging out at Adrian’s house all day; he’d had the day off, and you decided to come over. Adrian lived with his mom, who'd been at work; his brother had moved out a few years prior, and his parents had divorced a long time ago. She decided having Adrian around wouldn't be too bad; he cleaned up around the house and took care of everything well. You were lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Fargo was playing on the big box TV that sat in the corner of his room. Adrian had a lot of old stuff in his room. He was lying behind you on his back, with his head in his hands, his arms crossed behind him. You both heard the keys unlocking the front door, he shot up, and you moved to get up and look at him. “Is that your mom?” You asked, yawning and stretching your eyes, meeting his bespectacled ones. Blue eyes stared back with a little bit of panic. “What?” You looked at him, confused, hands grasping into the cream colored bedspread you sat upon. “You just haven't met my mom,” he explains. You nod. “Yeah, but it's not that big of an issue, I can meet her now,” you smile. “Unless you don't want me to?” You look at him suspiciously, and he stares back with that same dumb puppy dog expression. Adrian’s mom shouts his name from downstairs. “Alright, Chase, let's get down there before she comes up here and suspects the worst.” He chuckles. "If I were fucking you, she would know," there he is again with his crass statements and nonexistent filter. You rolled your eyes, used to it at this point. "You aren't getting this pussy, even if you were to beg for it," You retorted, always trying to keep him on his toes. "I don't beg." His voice was tight, and you knew there was something there. "Yeah, and Aquaman doesn't fuck fish." You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to challenge, but he grinned. "I knew you believed me!" You shake your head at his antics; it was all so stupid. The two of you bounced off each other so well. "Alright, let's get this over with." You stood making your way over to the door, bare toes sinking into the soft carpet beneath you. You placed your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get up. He groaned and joined you at the door, sweatshirt and loose jeans drooping off of his lanky body as he walked. You pushed him in front of you so his mom wouldn't see you first, and he swatted at your hand. The floor transitioned to hardwood from carpet leaving his room. The stairs had a runner rug on them. Stepping down the first few steps, you grabbed the wooden handrail and followed Adrian down. When you stepped into the kitchen at his side and saw the brunette woman, she had placed her brown leather purse down onto the laminate countertop. She wasn't paying attention when the two had entered the room, so when she looked up, she was startled. "Mrs. Chase, it's really lovely to meet you." You smile, "I don't mean to intrude." Her face changes from a look of confusion to a grin. "Oh, you aren't intruding, darling. You must be (Y/N). Adrian talks about you a lot." You turn back to him with your eyebrows knitted as if to ask, 'What's that about?' He makes a stupid face that makes you crack up. "He talks about me, huh?" You chuckle, and she nods. "Yeah, I have a hard time getting him to stop when he starts." Your smile only grows, and he begins to get embarrassed. His mom turns to him, her deep red lips parting when she says, "She is as pretty as you'd described." His face heats up. "Shut up, Ma," He's a tomato at this point, and you can't help but let out a snort.

"No, please, Mrs. Chase, keep going. You said he was talking about me being beautiful?" Adrian groaned, and you shoved his arm playfully. "Yes, he always talks about you. I'm really glad you make my son so happy." That one confused you. Did she think you two were together? "Alright, ma, thank you for that. We are gonna go back upstairs. You cannot follow us," He grabbed your arm and dragged you back upstairs. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Chase!" You were barely able to get it out before he got you all the way upstairs. You honestly forgot how strong he was. It made your stomach twist when he manhandled you like that. Once he got you to his room, you flung yourself onto his bed. "Okay, what the fuck was that?" "That? Pfft- That was nothing!" He brushed it off with an uncomfortable look on his face. He stood in front of you, about two feet of distance between you. “Your mom definitely thinks we're dating,” he looks confused. “She didn't say that,” he thought over the conversation. “It was implied,” you raise your eyebrow, waiting to see how he would defend himself next. “I hate when people do that implied stuff,” He groaned, frustrated. “So what are you gonna do about that?” He was tense, and for the first time ever, he didn’t have a witty comeback. “I don’t think it’s such a bad idea,” he stares down at his hands. “I mean, you know I like you, I tell you all the time,” he swallows, almost nervous for your reaction. He wrings his hands as he waits for a response. “I thought you meant like friends, not like a relationship.” You look at him, and he looks uncomfortable; it wasn’t something you were used to. “Not that I’m not okay with that, uh, I think you’re really cool and, I like you too!” He looks up excited. “You do?” He was bouncing on his heels. His quick change of emotions almost gives you whiplash. “Why didn’t you say so?” You smirk at his excitement. He moved to sit next to you on the bed. “You know it’s not as easy for some people to admit their feelings.” “You knew I’d like you, though,” he took your hand in his and began trailing shapes over it. “I mean, it’s me, you know me!” “I have to admit you intimidate me a little when it comes to this romantic stuff.” his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked around and then down at himself. “Me? I intimidate you?” You were right, you sounded silly. Despite his violent streak as Vigilante, he would never hurt you or your friends. He was about as intimidating as a five-pound chihuahua. “I guess it’s just like, you’re so open emotionally, and I don’t 100% know how to react to that all the time,” you looked uncertain, but he seemed to understand.

"I don't know what to say, so I'm gonna kiss you now, is that okay?" You nod, and he leans in; he doesn't have so much experience with emotional and physical intimacy. That's not to say he's a virgin or has never been with a woman. As Vigilante, he fucks around with Chris and whatever girls he has around; he just wasn't used to someone liking him as well, Adrian. He captures your lips between his. It's oddly endearing how nervous he seems to be. The kiss lasts longer than you expected. One of his hands rests at your waist while the other is tangled in your hair. He gets sloppy with it after a few seconds, and eventually, he pulls back. He pushes his glasses back up his face. "That was awesome," He grins, and you look at him, smirking at his antics. He peels himself from you and brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. "You're a dork," You snort, and he laughs too. "So I was thinking for our first date we could go kill a couple of guys I've been looking into, real shitheads, racist assholes." You grin, and he looks excited. You've only been able to kill people together when it came to the butterflies. "Does one of them happen to be Chris' father?" Adrian shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no, but I think some of these incest ridden crack babies with fetal alcohol syndrome would probably support him, so good enough?" "Yeah, good enough." You grab his hand, and he almost blushes. "Oh my god, you cannot blush from some hand holding after the crap you say!" "What? I like you, you're like hot!"

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #dcu #dc x reader #peacemaker #dc comics #dc universe #x reader #adrian chase #vigilante peacemaker #adrian chase fanfiction #freddie stroma

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frostyyyroyalmilktea · 2 days ago

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Morpheus x Reader

This is part one of my yet unnamed wrtitng project where reader is a vaguely divine being who has urequited love for The Dream King. When she hears about the decision the Kindly Ones are about to enact, she inserts herself in everybody's business and causes a huge mess. Dream takes to being a damsel in distres very, very poorly.

This is a love story, potentialy. When they each deal with their shit. This is also a 'She fell first, but he fell harder' story. Or so is the plan.

This story diverges from canon at the end of episode 6 of season 2.

I haven't posted anything on tumblr in ages so I don't remember anything about formatting. I’ll try my best to tag all the appropriate warnings, but if I miss anything please let me know in the comments or shoot me a dm. If I stick to my original idea, this might get emotionally heavy at times and I want everyone to feel safe.

TW: Non-graphic Violence, Non-Graphic Physical Pain, Mentions of Vomit / Nausea, Passing Out / Fainting, Angst(?)

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Atropos had brought the scissors to the thread.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you advised, stepping into their domain — a dim, thread-laced void that smelled of metal and dust. “Getting a bit trigger-happy in your old age, are we?”

Your tone was light, playful, and your posture radiated ease but you didn’t delude yourself into thinking it fooled anyone. You hadn’t come here for a tea party, and if you made it out of this place alive, it would be a pure stroke of luck.

Then again, luck had always been something of a speciality of yours. Though, it never came without some blood, spilled over the thrill of not being dead yet.

The Crone’s hand stilled in the air.

“You,” she spat, the word a curse on her cracked lips. “I see that in all these years, your mother still hasn’t impressed upon you the importance of good manners. Like keeping your nose out of places it doesn’t belong and not poking into the business of forces far older and far crueller than a half-wit like you can even begin to comprehend.”

“Oh,” you cooed, taking a seat at the table. Lachesis’ eyes flicked toward you without betraying any emotion, but Clotho recoiled ever so slightly. Atropos set the scissors down — not far, but no longer poised. She knew you were a reckless idiot, but not reckless nor stupid enough to show up here without a good hand to play.

“But you see,” you went on, “my mother is a very understanding woman. She knows that fourteen thousand years is a very tender age in a girl’s life.” You leaned forward, smile unfurling. “And you’re wrong, actually. This is my business. I make it so.”

The Crone let out a barking laugh, cold like the dark depths of an ocean.

“What you’re doing, you daft little thing, is make yourself look pathetic. Risking not only your own little life, but your mother’s reputation, as she will inevitably be forced to fish you out of your mess like always. Worse still, you risk the integrity of existence itself. All for a man who won’t even look at you. One who sees you as a child at best, and an annoying pest at worst. He’ll never love you. He’ll never respect you. He’ll never tie his fate to yours, no matter how many times you throw yourself onto his pyre.”

Her words sliced neatly, efficiently, deeply. As they were meant to. But it wasn’t quite the death by a thousand papercuts yet. None of this was news to you. And you’d had time — a long, long time — to come to terms with the undignified position your feelings placed you in.

You were wounded, but not fatally.

With a put-upon yawn, you tilted your head.

“Oh, wow, this took awhile. Can I get a SparksNotes version next time? You see, there’s this thing on Earth called TikTok, and it’s completely fried my attention span. But let’s disregard all the unnecessary cruel things you said about my admittedly ill-advised crush and rewind to the ‘integrity of the entire existence itself’ bit for a second. Because, you see, the other stuff, no matter how poorly-mannered it was, was true. Morpheus doesn’t give a shit about me, this truth is older than most civilisations. But this other thing, though, is complete rot. Isn't it, love?”

“How dare you!” The Maiden burst out, cheeks flushed. “How dare you speak that way of our sacred duty! You’re barely any better than a mortal. If it weren’t for your mother—”

“Tch tch tch,” you cut her off unceremoniously, massaging your temple as if you suddenly got a horrible migraine out of the blue. “While this little tirade is very admirable, it really does nothing for the situation and with all due respect you don’t decide anything around here. I’m here for Atropos. She knows this. So let’s stop stalling.”

You saw it in her eyes when it finally dawned on The Crone that you know.

“So,” you said, voice cool now, precise, “do you want to tell them yourself, or should I?”

“Tell us what?” Clotho asked, confused.

“You nasty little parasite,” Atropos hissed, venom coiled tight in her throat.

“Such an odd pet name,” you mused. “But I’m glad we’ve finally reached this stage in our relationship.”

She leapt at you over the table. But her fingers only caught the empty air.

You stood behind her now, the tip of an ancient, rusted spindle pressed lightly to her throat.

“You know I’m a pacifist on Fridays, love,” you murmured, voice steel. “It’s deeply rude to make me break my asceticism like that.”

“You’re completely insane!” Clotho gasped. “If you kill her, you will unspool the matter of existence itself!”

You let out a tired laugh.

“No. I won’t. That’s the bit I‘m trying to make her tell you.”

You stepped back, the spindle fell to the ground with a metallic thud.

“While there’s no denying you are one of the most powerful beings in the universe, your power is arbitrary, not absolute. She knows this because she has changed someone's fate before.”

Clotho looked shocked, lost — like the air had been punched out of her. But judging by Lachesis’ face, you could take an educated guess that she already knew, or at least had her suspicions.

She met your gaze, and for a moment — just a moment — her eyes flickered with something like respect.

She scoffed, eventually. But not unkindly.

“Listen,” you tried to get back to the matter you actually came here to settle. “I know who it was, I know why she did it, and I literally couldn't care less. But if I go around blabbing my big mouth about it, the reputational damages to your business would be astronomical, and I have no interest in that. All I ask is that you,” you turned to Atropos, “promise you won’t cut Morpheus’ string, and in return I promise to never tell or otherwise imply, show, or point to this information ever again.”

Atropos looked ready to tear you limb from limb, possibly inventing new limbs just to tear them. But before she could strike, Lachesis spoke.

“We will not take Morpheus’ life for this infringement,” she said. “There is no promise if he steps out of line again.”

“Deal,” you agreed instantly.

“But,” she continued, “you threatened the Kindly One. You cannot walk out without a punishment. It will not be a lethal or a harmful one, but it must be done.” She came up to her sister and whispered something in her ear. Judging by the sadistic smile that spread on the Crone’s face, you really doubted the whole ‘not lethal or harmful’ bit, but nothing could deter you at this point. You got them to agree to keep Morpheus alive. The price was secondary.

You and Atropos shook hands, and the world around you began spinning, or maybe unravelling. At the last moment before everything went to black, you saw Lachesis’ smile directed at you, coy and mischievous but the same as her expression earlier — not unkind. ***

The first thing you felt when you came to was sand. You very much hated sand. Inexplicably, deeply. One could even say viscerally.

It wasn’t always like that, though. In the early millennia of your life, you loved the beach, the ocean. It’s just that you didn’t associate sand with either anymore.

So these days, you stuck to megacities with their glass and steel, and blessed concrete.

Your last memory was sealing the deal with Atropos. Agreeing to a punishment for threatening her life.

Was this the punishment? Dropping you in a sand dune? Really?

Sure, it wasn’t lethal. Not harmful either, technically.

But it was gross. You could already feel the sand in all the crevices it had no business being in.

You groaned and began to haul yourself upright, palms pressing against the grainy ground. You were somewhat halfway up, on all fours with your arse in the air and your dignity long gone, when you heard it —or rather felt it.

A presence. Furious, vast, and coming right at you.

It was at that moment your wrist seared with agonising pain, and you lost what little balance you had in your body and fell to the ground again.

Face first in the fucking sand.

He arrived like a calamity.

Even in his human form, Morpheus was freakishly tall. Perched on the uppermost edge of what mortals could register as man, and not a statue possessed by an eldreich god.

But somehow, he felt even bigger now, like he was exaggerating his dimensions just to make a point. He was vast. A force of pure fury.

Divine. Suffocating.

He said nothing at first. Just lifted you by the scruff of your tattered hoodie, like you were a beat-up doll he’d come across in a charity shop.

He was angry. So, so angry.

You felt it. His rage. He was known to be ruthless even to those he loved. You didn’t want to think where that left you in your current predicament.

It tore through your veins like wildfire. Literally. Physically. Molten and ancient. Burning you up from the inside.

It was agony. Unspeakable. Almost holy.

You weren’t made to carry it. Not this kind of heat. Not from him.

You wanted to vomit.

“What,” he growled, and it wasn’t just a sound, it was sheer force, “have you done?”

It echoed in your skull like a blow, rattling something loose in the process. Probably a very important something.

And you were trying, really. Trying to keep your grip on reality by sheer force of will. But you weren’t Endless.

Barely divine, for that matter.

You weren’t built to endure the full weight of Dream’s wrath.

The darkness came for you.

#morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #the sandman #the sandman netflix #the sandman s2 #the sandman imagine #dream of the endless #reader insert #the sandman season 2 #lord morpheus #morpheus

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copperbadge · 2 days ago

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I've been tagged a few times in posts about Google Drive revoking access to various elements, apparently based on an AI scan looking for "harmful" material.

It's difficult to know exactly what's going on because they're difficult to verify -- not that I think the people who've posted about it are lying, but I've really only been able to verify two incidents of it happening, one because of a Google Doc and one because of a Google Keep document. So I'm not reblogging those posts 1. because I can't verify this is widespread and don't want to spread misinformation, and 2. because I don't want to call the people it did happen to liars, as I don't think they are.

Part of the problem is if you're searching for anything about google "revoking access" or any similar wording, mostly what you're getting are tutorials about how to revoke access to a specific document you've shared.

I've been trying to move off Google Drive as much as possible for about a year now in any case; it's proven difficult since I haven't had a good substitute short of buying my own server, which is currently a little outside my budget.

The recommendation going around is for Ellipsus, and after testing it I have mixed feelings; it's a nice compact program that syncs across devices, but there's a lot that doesn't seem customizable yet that I'm struggling with. I REALLY don't like that I can't seem to get just a list of my work files, it's all in big blocks that make it hard to see much at once, since I generally have dozens of documents that I'm accessing fairly frequently. In the document itself I prefer the menu bar across the top; I also don't like that you have to scroll the vertical sidebar to access options, or that you can't look at the outline and your formatting options at the same time. There doesn't appear to be a page layout option or a "view" menu, which is also a struggle because it's very disorienting not knowing where the margins are, and that doesn't appear to be something you can currently alter.

That said, these may be features I just haven't found yet, and most of them are personal aesthetic issues. I also can't use Discord, a perfectly decent platform, because I can't fucking get used to the layout or format.

So overall the program seems fine. It allows for stuff like formatting-outlining, which is an absolute necessity, and it does at least let you hide the sidebars so you're not working in a tiny window. I'm not sure it'll be workable in the long run but if it's not that's my problem, not the platform's.

I do recommend if you still use Google Docs to back up your work frequently; I do a weekly backup of any folder I've done work in during the past week.

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iboughtyomamaflowers · 2 days ago

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Favorite color: Yellow

Least favorite colour: no idea tbh I really like colours

Last listened song: im listening to Barbara by João Borsh rn

Last watched movie: Last night I feel asleep during Blade Runner 2048, so maybe that dosent count so it's Eight Grade

Last read book: it has been a while hmmmm maybe Find Me by André Aciman

Milk before or after cereal: before, the milk needs to be heated first. (I'm sorry) but I haven't eaten milk with cereal in so long

Sports? I really like badminton, and I do Krav Maga. I also like running for short periods of time

Siblings: one older brother

Tags: @ilikeasstrology @very-confused-alpaca

get to know moots (yayyayyay)

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basically just these questions :]

Favorite color: dark purple

Least favorite color: red

Last listened to song: Summer 2000 Baby - TV Girl, George Clanton

Last watched movie: It (2017)

Last read book: she is the poem - June Bates

You love this, you want this, you need this: more time to make jewelry

Milk before or after cereal: after (first cereal, then milk)

Sports, yes or no? If yes, which sports: Yes. Volleyball

Siblings: None

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tagged (you don't have to respond if you want to): @rubieeyes , @yourspoetically13 , @kanyaiwaizumi27 , @shobio-enthusiast

(so sorry if this is incredibly random for any mutuals. I've finally realized I've only actually communicated with a very few people.)

love you all <3

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scorpioriesling · 2 days ago

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3sum with liam x ridoc and talking you through it please, ill put you in my will in thanks😩

Hungry Like The Wolf

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Pairing(s): Wolf!Liam x Wolf!Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, smut, guided masterbation, oral

Summary: You weren't sure if it was the thrill of being with two males at once, or the fright they could give you as the moon grew full -- either way, you'd listen to their demands. And you'd be damned to try and defy either of them.

SR’s Note: Happy Summerween! This is just one of five in this mini series to get everyone excited for Oct(kink)tober! This one turned out quite spicy, and I hope you enjoy it as I haven't been writing too much smut lately (': Just get ready for Kinktober; only a few more months and it'll be here!

Tags: @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @whyucloudingmymind @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @woollybread786 @invisiblepixies @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @luvly-writer @fiahtheteaaddict @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans @w1ngsofwax @notnowkittenwhisker (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Your back arched as you plunged your fingers in and out of your weeping cunt, your essence soaking your fingers to the knuckle. The panting in the room was shared between the three of you -- three very hot, very much in heat being all sharing the same end goal.

The only difference? The two watching from the foot of the bed were half breeds; should they be fully turned beneath the light of the moon, you'd be much more considered prey than plaything.

"Good girl," Liam growled, his eyes bright in the darkness of the room. "Keep playing with that gorgeous cunt, baby."

He watched you with a predatory hunger, one you'd seen during times where he'd stalk the woods, scouring for prey. But now, those lethally crystalline eyes were trained on you, prepared to devour you in a different way.

Your lip caught between your teeth at his words, your fingers slowing in pace as you relished in the feeling. Though you wished they'd just pounce on you already, their slow resistance could brign you to the edge quicker than any rough fucking -- but it seemed, they'd toy with you all evening if they so very pleased.

"Don't slow down, baby," Ridoc ground out, the brown hues twinkling in his own hungry stare. "Push those fingers back in... that's it, good girl," he praised, licking his lips as you plunged your fingers back in, resuming your brutal pace. Your write had started to cramp as you shoved your digits in, but the pleasure was nearly too good to stop.

Liam growled, crawling closer to where you lay near the headboard. He flashed you a saccharine smile, his sharp canines glinting from the moonlight.

"So beautiful, baby," he breathed, inhaling a long breath through his nose before staring down at you once again. "Smells so sweet, I could eat you up right now."

"No one's eating anyone," Ridoc chided, though the goosebumps had already erupted across your arms. You trusted these males, you'd grown close over the past few years -- but sometimes, the way their eyes roamed over you made you shiver.

"Well," Ridoc chuckled, flanking Liam's side. His large hand snaked up your leg, squeezing your thigh. "Maybe, besides that pretty pussy you've been preparing for us."

You gulped, feeling your lower stomach beginning to twitch and ache. You'd gotten yourself close, so close that a single move from either of them could send you tumbling over the edge -- and unfortunately, they knew it.

Liam leaned in first, his lips capturing yours in a punishing kiss. He wasted no time in moving, coming to lounge beside you as his mouth melted into yours. His lips were soft, so opposed to the lethally sharp protrusions hidden just beyond; but, if you knew Liam, you knew he'd never really hurt you.

Right?

You jerked and gasped when Ridoc's fingers closed around your wrist, halting your minstrations. Pulling your fingers from you, he growled in pleasure as he watched a thin trail of sticky, clear slick pull taught between your fingertips and entrance, the sight of it like a promise of what was to come.

His lips closed around your digits in an instant, sucking on them as he groaned at the taste.

"So fuckin' sweet," he vowed, hsi tongue sure to lick up every last drop of you. In seconds, he'd decided that wasn't enough, his face now hovering before your bared pussy all the same.

Liam pulled back too, chuckling darkly as his mouth moved lower. His fingers toyed with the strap of your bra, admiring the lacy fabric concealing you. But, that'd never be enough; his claws had elongated, nails wrapping around the thin fabric before tearing it away from your body.

"Oh... oh, FUCK," you cried out, body alight as their mouths were on you at once. Ridoc wasted no time flicking his tongue against your clit, and Liam the same as his lips sucked on one of your nipples. Claws retreating, his opposing hand moved to flick at your opposing breast, not a fan of leaving it unrelished.

Your spine strained as your fingers tangled in Ridoc's dark hair, pulling his nose flush with your cunt at once. He growled, his hands moving to keep your thighs spread on either side of his head. Quivering, you felt the coil threatening to snap, so close to the edge without diving off.

"Oh, don't be shy now, darling," Liam teased, his thumbs moving to pinch and prod at your breasts. You whimpered, the sensations being nearly too much. "Put his face right where you need it; move your hips, my love. Let yourself grind on his mouth."

That nearly did it for you. Rocking your hips against Ridoc's full mouth was just what you needed, nonsensical babbling falling from your own as his nose continued bumping into your clit.

"Good girl," Liam praised, a hand reaching to brush your cheek. "You gonna cum? Yeah? Is that it?"

You nodded, tears threatening your eyes as you chased your high. Ridoc's hips moved, rutting against the mattress like a dog in heat as he got off to the taste of you on his tongue. Liam gripped your throat then, applying the amoutn of pressure you liked that would typically push you beyond breaking.

"Good girls get to cum," he growled into your ear, both hands leaving your breasts now. His opposing hand had pulled his thick, leaking cock from his own pants, his fingers curling around it as he jerked himself off. "Have you been a good girl?"

You cried out, a tear falling as you felt yourself nearly overstimulated.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, I've been so good-"

Liam squeezed, his fingers flexing around the column of your throat as your eyes went wide.

"Then, cum, Princess."

You wailed as the sensation flooded through you, your walls cleanching around nothing as your release leaked from you. Ridoc grunted beneath you, his tongue diving into your core as he worked to lick up every last drip of it, reveling in the way you came so hard from the muscle alone.

Liam chuckled darkly, pressing a languid kiss to your neck as Ridoc gazed up at you, stare dark and hungry as ever.

"You've always been a good listener," Ridoc grinned, his chin slick with your release. "Now you'll listen when I tell you to get on all fours, and take us both at once."

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crsssie · 3 days ago

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summer heat

word count: 1404 || tag: fluff, light crack (you get teased to hell n back)

summary: the summer heat is getting to you and the lovely gentleman across from the saloon is NOT helping your case. you're gawking. god help you

You feel faint. You've been gawking at the same man for the past hour, and there's this sneaking suspicion that he's probably noticed your staring. The rest of the girls in the saloon definitely have.

One of them bumps you gently with her hip as she swings past you, and you give her a beaten look as you pout at her. You're not doing it on purpose, you swear. You're just hot and bothered, and the man who looks unshaven makes you feel like you're going to lose it. It's not fair. Just not fair. You've gone so long without getting married, after all. It's not a sin to— oh, whatever.

You go back to scrubbing the towel in the washbin. Horrible, really. Summer's heat is bolstering hot, painfully drenching you in sweat, but you're forced to make do. It's rare there are visitors in the area, and it's even more rare a visitor looks as good as this one, so you forgive yourself for gawking obviously. You're simple, after all. Heavens forbid you ever find the love of your life if you gawk at every passing gentleman.

"You really haven't stopped." A girl settles next to you with a new bin, and you whimper.

"It's horrible." You mumble, face so warm you're sure you could probably fry an egg on it. "I'm so warm from the summer heat I think y'could cook an egg on my head."

The girl laughs, arms working at her set of fabric. "Oh, sweetheart."

"I'm weak willed, forgive me. He's a looker, after all." You mumble, scrubbing more ferociously as you get lost in your own mind. "He isn't helping with the heat."

"Not my personal kind, but all yours, sweetheart."

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy or whatever."

Arthur watches you from the other side, mumbling to himself as he listens to the conversation in the building, pausing when he catches wind from your conversation.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy or whatever…"

The girl next to you laughs so hard she nearly falls off of the seat, but you force all focus onto scrubbing that stubborn stain off of the sheets. You might as well sink into the ground with how hard you scratch at the brown, and you huff. Technically, it was the saloon's fault for leaving this in the back, waiting to be washed, but you weren't some poor old newbie who had no idea how to clean. It would come off with enough warm water, and the metal bucket at your feet was rapidly warming up with the cracklin' sun.

You throw your head back to breathe, sweat sliding down your back. Ough, you can feel the tan already.

When you do, you notice the man staring down at you, raising a brow amusedly as you blink twice to make sure the summer hasn't driven you stupid.

"Hey."

You think you're going to pass out.

"'ello there, sir!" The girl laughs. "Y'need somethin'?"

"y' give baths here?"

Your throat dries up, and you go back to trying to scrub the stain, to which you realize the fabric is stainless from your more than enthusiastic scrubbing, and you're starting to think that maybe this is the universe's way of punishing you for gawking at a man you don't know. God help you for wanting a man.

"We sure do." The girl laughs. "Should we run one for ya?"

Arthur nods, and you make eye contact with your colleague as she gives you the most devious grin on earth.

"I do NOT do that kinda service." You mouth.

"Y'do now." She grins.

She hums and heads in and leaves her bin, and you think you're going to return to nature.

There's a considerable amount of silence as you reach over to take the girl's bin and swap it for yours before Arthur speaks up.

"So… what was that'about savin' horses?"

"Oh, you heard that?" You whisper, mortified as you turn around, and Arthur laughs, chest shaking.

"Sure did, sweetheart." He tips his hat, and your face flushes with warmth as you think about sinking into the earth and returning to mother nature.

"'s the offer still open?"

You think you mishear him, looking up at him and blinking, jaw dropped like a fish out of water.

"Saving a horse?"

"riding the cowboy, darlin'"

You're going to pass out.

"Bath's ready, sir! You want a girl in there with ya?" The girl makes direct eye contact with you, and you think you might actually die on the spot.

"Can I request one?"

You're going to die.

He makes eye contact with you, and the girl laughs.

"She'll cost y' extra."

"Mary Ann!" You gasp, horrified as she laughs. "Y' sellin' me like some hog in the barn?"

"Come awn! You'd do it for a pretty penny!"

Your eye twitches, and she tilts her head at you.

"I don't mean to be rude, ma'am. Just askin'." Arthur stares into your eyes, and your heart shakes. Oh, curse that dammed heart of yours.

You sigh, giving in as you kick the bucket over to her, and you fan your neck, craning it back, exhaling.

"I'll get ya washed, sir. C'mon in." You lead him in, closing the door behind you as you wait for him to strip, and once enough time has passed, you head on in to scrub him. He smells of musk and dirt, but nothing you haven't seen before, so you push your sleeves up to get scrubbing, ignoring the way his eyes stay lingered on you as you move around. Your hands are rougher than the other girls, he assumes it's from the cleaning fabric rather than men, and when he kicks up a leg for you to scrub, he notices the way your ear turns a shade darker as you scrub closer and closer to his pelvic region.

Unused to it, probably.

You're unused to it. You don't remember the last time you had washed a man rather than the beat up towels used to dry the men off after. Yet, you persevere, cleaning him down until the water is murky and he's clean, wiping your forehead when you do finish, squeezing out the water as you nod at him. You try to ignore the fact that he's hard and remind yourself that it's unprofessional to fuck one of the customers. Wretched mind.

"Y'er all clean, sir." You hum, exhaling when he pushes his hair back to get the water off his face.

Arthur checks to make sure, and you look to the side, sure that the color on your ears has got to be ten shades darker than it ought to be. You're trying your best to ignore the very obvious erection he's got, and you know some of the girls might help the poor man out, but you'd rather he say it aloud than assume that he might want help. You're the one who had made the rather horrifying comment to him about saving horses and riding cowboys.

"Thank you, darlin'"

You nod, getting ready to leave.

"Will… y' wash up later?"

"Hm?" You turn around, glancing as Arthur swallows.

"Ah, don't… don't worry 'bout it. You seemed to be sweatin' up a storm earlier."

"'s what the summer does to people down here." You mumble.

"Ah… alright."

You wonder if you should just throw yourself accidentally into the bath, but you're certain that's just the heat speaking and not your right mind. Oh, you poor soul. Haven't gotten bedded in so long that y'start wanting to fuck a cowboy— alright, alright. Out the door you go.

Your hand finds the doorknob, and you take a seriously heavy inhale before you twist to try to leave, but the sloshing of water cuts you off before you're pressed against the door, and oh, whatever. Your poor clothes will need washing already anyway.

"Tell me to stop whenever." He mumbles, resting his face in your the crook of your neck, fingers tugging at the buttons on your chest as your heart races in your chest, and by dear god you think you might be wet enough for him to just slip in. You turn around to let him mouth at your neck as he continues popping the buttons down, and you whimper.

and, well, if you have a story to tell after it all, then god forgive you for sleeping with a customer.

#arthur morgan x reader #☾.fics #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 #reader insert #arthur morgan #before anyone asks yes i have the smut written NO i am not posting it. i am dead embarrassed of myself do not torture me more

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heeikeuu · 2 days ago

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i. ENVY - L. HS

pairing :: doppelganger! heeseung x fem! reader

synopsis :: what happens when your sweet and kind best friend that you had a crush on since forever has a doppelganger and you have to come to the acceptance that you may prefer that side of him more?

tags :: 5.4k, childhood bsfs to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst, college au, heeseung smokes, reader going through an internal monolog crisis, mutual pining, dumbasses in love, tension

a/n: the first installment of the Seven Fatal Virtues series is here! I hope you all enjoy this, I'm slowly trying to practice writing longer fics so please bare with me <3

For as long as you can remember, you and Heeseung have always been joint at the hip.

You went on family trips together, had almost all the same classes in high school, and went to the same uni.

Everyone around you knew you two as the inseparable duo. Wherever you went, Heeseung followed, and vice versa.

But somewhere along the way, the lines of platonic feelings and romantic ones blurred in your vision.

You found yourself thinking just a little too hard about what to wear, or say around him at times. Avoiding every non-heeseung man like they had the plague.

They just never understood you like him.

But now you're older, wiser would be debatable but older nonetheless.

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“Dude, are you listening?” Maki complained for the nth time.

“Yeah, I'm listening! I'm listening!”

Silence.

He stared at you with a deadpan face before speaking again, “you were practically drooling looking over Heeseung, be serious here.”

“I wasn't–” before you could defend yourself, Heeseung showed up behind you two as you sat in the uni café.

“Hey guys,” he sweetly called, ruffling your hair.

“Speak of the devil,” Maki whispered teasingly, making you kick his shin under the table.

He barely contained his groan of pain.

“Am I interrupting something important?” Heeseung asked worriedly but you quickly shook your head, “don't worry about him, hee. You're welcome to sit with us.” You smiled warmly at him. Deciding to completely ignore how your heart was thumping out of your chest and side eyed Maki who just smirked with a knowing look. Fucking first years.

You and Heeseung were seniors now and preparing for finals wasn't easy but he was always so understanding and helpful that it made it less unbearable.

You almost hated it.

Almost.

“Anywayssss,” Maki playfully hit the table, “I'll get going now and leave you hags to work. Toodle-oo.” He left before neither of you can say a word.

You shook your head like a tired mom.

“That kid is seriously going to make me retire early.”

Heeseung laughed, the kind of laugh that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside before you slapped your inner voices for being delusional again. He's. Just. A. Friend. Be. Normal. You keep reminding yourself.

No matter how much you like him, you know you could never risk ruining your friendship over some dumb feelings.

Fast forward, it is the weekend already and you got dragged by Maki to hang out. He said and I quote, "you're going to grow gray hairs and be bald by 30 if you stay in that room studying like it will save your dead hamster from dying of cancer.”

You truly wonder what goes on his brain if anything does but you agree nonetheless.

Finals are in 2 months now, and weirdly enough, you haven't seen Heeseung a lot lately. It wasn't like him to skip classes.

“Riki” you interrupted his hypothetical questions that made next to no sense to any sane human.

“Yeah?” He was confused by the sudden name change. You only used his real name when it was something serious.

“Is it just me or have you also noticed how Heeseung hasn't been attending classes all week? We texted a few times but something feels odd..” you finally let out the thoughts that have been plaguing you all week.

“Now that you mention it..” He puts his hand on his chin. “He's been acting weird lately too. Last time I heard from him, Nicholas said that he hasn't seen Heeseung act so…brash.”

Heeseung? And brash? What in the world?

Those two words were complete antonyms.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, according to Nicho, Heeseung was being weirdly out of character and flirting with everyone at the party last weekend.”

Your stomach churned, you hated that you cared who he was and wasn't flirting with. He isn't yours, snap out of it!

Riki must've noticed the look on your face, you never been one to hide your emotions that well.

“It's probably someone that looks like him though!” He quickly added to reassure you.

A few days have passed since your talk with Maki. 3 days to be precise.

You were craving some snacks and decided to run to the convenience store down the street. The sun was setting and your neighborhood was relatively safe but you still wouldn't risk your chances so you picked up the pace a bit. Cursing the sun for setting too fast, the walk was about 10 minutes. 7 if you could help it.

What you didn't expect was to see Heeseung walking around too but he looked so…different? Something about him definitely felt odd.

“Heeseung!” You called out to him.

He turned to look at you, and his eyes gave you chills. He didn't have that sweet, innocent boyish look to them anymore. They felt mature, calculated, and something else you couldn't pinpoint exactly.

“What's up?” His deep voice gave you chills.

Okay what the hell? You knew Heeseung had a nice voice but was it always this deep? Shaking the thoughts out of your head you try to act normal. Ignoring your gut feeling.

“Where have you been?? Did you get sick-”

“Worried about me, princess?” His lips forming a lazy smirk, gaze never leaving yours.

Okay now you're more confused. Heeseung never called you by pet names– and especially not that one.

“I'm okayyy, just needed a breather is all.” He spoke nonchalantly before casually putting his arm around your shoulder as you walked, pulling you close. You flinched slightly, looking at him like he grew two heads. “Relax, I don't bite.” He came closer to your ear, “unless..?”

“Heeseung, did you hit your head or something?” Your words leaving your mouth before you could think twice.

He chuckled, amused by your flustered state.

“Can't a guy be nice and protect his best friend?”

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Today was Monday, and Heeseung came to school. Only problem. He was back to being…Heeseung.

You were starting to wonder if you were hallucinating him the other day.

Maki nudged your shoulder, “what's up with you today?”

“Hmm?” You respond dazed a bit.

“You look stressed, girl. Are you getting any sleep?” He asked worriedly.

“I'm okay–”

“Bro, did you hear about the basketball match? Heeseung totally wiped their ass alone” a guy laughed, his friend responded, “yeah last weekend was insane.”

They walked out of sight but you sat there confused.

Basketball?

Match?

Sunday?

You looked at Maki confused, “was Heeseung with you guys all Sunday?”

“Yeah, why? He stayed overnight at Nicho's.”

Every hair on your body stood up at that.

You saw him and walked with him on that day. There's no way you hallucinated something so vivid but you bit your own tongue instead of prying further.

“Oh just wondering.” You answered shortly with a smile.

Maki could tell there was something more but decided to not pressure you for an answer so he just nodded.

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You were absentmindedly cutting veggies for dinner, humming to yourself with soft jazz playing in the background.

You're interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, confused, you wipe your heads quickly in your apron to go to open it.

Looking through the peephole you see Heeseung, but he looked different..again. Brushing it off, you open the door.

“Hi cutie,” his demeanor calm but assertive as he welcomes himself in, hand lingering by your hips like it was just a normal Tuesday for him.

“Hey,” you cursed yourself for sounding awkward but he just chuckled softly.

“What are you doing here?” You don't miss the way he very not discreetly eyed you up and down, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Can't I just hang out with my best friend?” There it is again. The way he says those words.. almost like it's a dirty secret.

“Well, at least let me know.” You sigh, resuming to the kitchen, now preparing an extra plate for him.

He sat there watching you intently. Sharp gaze never leaving your figure for too long.

“Are you gonna keep sitting there and not helping me?” You turn, crossing your arms annoyed.

“So bossy,” he steps closer to you now, chest flush against your back. His cologne mixed with his scent making you a little dizzy. “I like it though.” He whispered in your ear before suddenly breaking as if he didn't just make your heart collapse on itself.

“No funny business Lee Heeseung.” You said pointing at him with the knife in your hand, “Yes ma'am” he dramatically puts his hand on his chest before bowing, eyes still fixated on yours.

You roll your eyes at his antics but you both quietly move in rhythm. It was quiet but not the awkward kind but the peaceful kind until he occasionally interrupted it with his shameless attempts at flirting.

You pretend to be unfazed but whatever game he was playing at had you hooked.

After finishing dinner, you insisted on washing the dishes to which he refused.

“Heeseung, I can do it–”

He suddenly grabbed you, carrying you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Letting out a gasp, you yell at him to put you down.

“Nope, you will sit here and wait for me to be done washing the dishes.” He sets you down on the kitchen counter. “But–”

“No buts. Sit.” His low deep voice makes the goosebumps on your skin rise. Letting out a grumble, you let him clean after you two.

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You don't understand Heeseung anymore. One day he's hot and the next he's cold.

One day he's assertive and weird and the next he's sweet and innocent. The sharp contrast making you lose your mind as you scream into your pillows in frustration.

“DUMBASS I HATE YOU”

“Hate who?”

You quickly look up and find Heeseung leaning against your bedroom doorway with an amused look. His eyes glimmered with nothing but trouble.

“Who let you in?” You questioned.

“Myself,” he answered the question like it wasn't a big deal, dangling the keys you had given him to your apartment a long time ago.

Letting out a frustrated sigh before standing up, “Heeseung you can't just barge in–”

“Too bad,” he stepped closer, making your knees hit the bed. You fall into the bed, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Trapping your head between his arms, he hums, clearly enjoying torturing your poor heart.

“I just wanted to see you.” His eyes dropped to your lips then eyes again, “can't I?” Tilting his head innocently. Except nothing about this was innocent.

The words are stuck in your throat as you look at him. Really look at him.

His soft eyes gone again, something about the air around him carried a quiet dominance that made your breath hitch.

Snapping out of your daydreams, you push him off of you, not enough to hurt him but enough to make him move a little.

“Say something, cutie.” He suddenly leaned impossibly closer. His breath smelling of mint and…cigarettes? Wait, since when did Heeseung smoke?

“Did you smoke?” You blurted out before thinking.

“Do you hate it?” He studied your expression.

He was going to be the death of you.

It's been a month now of this weird push and pull dynamic. Every time Heeseung was back to “normal” he would act as if nothing happened between you two leaving you more puzzled. You couldn't figure it out for the life of you.

Sitting at the library in the quiet hours of the evening, you decided to go on reddit of all places to find answers for your slow descent to madness.

“if he's giving you mixed signals, he is a red flag, avoid him!” Is what you mostly got. Sighing in defeat. But Heeseung was anything but a red flag so what the hell is wrong with him? Is it possible for guys to go through a second puberty in the 20s?

Until something caught your eye. Scrolling.

“Beware of doppelgangers!” It reads making you roll your eyes at the obvious attention bait.

I mean what kind of idiot–

“if one day they act normal and the next they are completely different with no explanation you might be dealing with a doppelganger.” You find yourself reading more to validate how insane you felt the past month.

“If they act like they don't remember what they told you before or constantly ditch plans almost as if they didn't even remember planning them. Or how they are mysteriously at two places at the same time, you aren't going crazy.”

“Doppelgangers are known to be sly and reveal the inner secrets and feelings of those who they possess. They are a separate body but the same mind.”

Your eyebrows furrow upon reading more. Suddenly you got a text from Maki, “yo, do you wanna hang out? I'm with Heeseung right now.”

You decline politely, you need time to think and away from him. Then. Suddenly, a drink was placed on your table. Looking up, you froze.

Heeseung?

Okay, what the fuck? How is he here if he's with Maki right now who is at least 20 minutes away. There's just no scientific explanation for this.

“What's wrong, cutie? You look like you have seen a ghost?” He smirks, sitting closer to you, noting how you quickly closed the tabs you were on.

“Oh, it's nothing, just didn't expect you to be here is all.” You replied shortly, rushed. Looking away from him. You were half panicking now.

How does he keep finding me? What the hell?

“Hmm, had a feeling you were here so I got you your usual order. You've been working so hard lately, you deserve a little reward.” He nudged your shoulder, breath too close to your face with a knowing smile.

For some reason every word that left his lips felt like sin. One that you didn't mind.

You didn't know how long you could keep dancing around whatever this is.

You found yourself trapped. Who is the real Heeseung? And is it bad if you like this version of him more?

He keeps getting bolder each time, his feather touch leaving your mind reeling and skin burning for more. You unintentionally avoid the real Heeseung. Too scared to face him and not sure what is true and what isn't anymore.

But deep down you wanted to continue this facade just a little longer.

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“Heeseung are you okay? You seem down in the dumps lately” Maki asked him carefully, sensing how tense he has been.

“I don't know man, I feel like I'm going crazy lately.” He finally confessed.

Maki and Nicho looked at each other and back at him. Patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I don't understand why but for the past month she's been avoiding me like I have the plague! We text sometimes but I swear I don't remember typing half of what I send. I just don't know what I did wrong.” He looked at his friends, his eyes unable to hide the hurt he was feeling as he slumped into his seat. Wallowing in his pain like he's been divorced and lost custody of his kids.

“Heeseung.” Nicholas calmly called his friend.

“Yeah..”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

He blushed before nodding slowly making the other two sigh.

“Just tell her, man!”

“No way! I can't ruin our friendship and lose her.” He pouted.

“At least ask her why she's been avoiding you?” Maki added.

“Sometimes I feel like there's two of me and I can't understand which is me..” Heeseung muttered to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing nothing.”

Except it wasn't nothing.

Heeseung walked home alone that night stuck in his own thoughts before he was suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled on an alleyway.

He was ready to confront the person until he saw who it was.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hello to you too Heeseung”

He stared directly at the literal spitting image of himself.

The him who wore leather jackets, styled his hair with gel, rode a motorcycle and was carefree, the version of him that he couldn't ever become.

“No you aren't dreaming or on drugs.” He pulls a cigarette and lighter, looking bored.

“What the hell are you?” Heeseung cursed in his head from his voice cracking.

“Well, for starters, I'm you– more like another version as you can see.” He gestures to his outfit. “The less loser version at least.”

“Hey!”

“Everyone has a doppelganger out there that they eventually meet. And no you can't kill me or you die too.” He smiled at him but it wasn't warm, it was one that made the hairs on his arms stand.

“Your point?” Heeseung had enough.

“Back off of her.” He said nonchalantly.

Her? Who is her–

“Y/n? How do you know her?” His entire demeanor changed, flipping to protective mode.

“Relax, Romeo.” He purred, finding this all some kind of game.

“She doesn't know there's two of you out there and by the looks of it, she likes this version more.” He threw away the cigarette, stepping on it before walking closer.

“Your time is ticking and you're losing horribly.” He laughed at him in a sickening way while resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Good luck.” He– it– whatever he is told him. No warned him.

“She isn't yours!”

“Touché” Smirking, he disappeared into the night. Leaving Heeseung breathless and confused.

What the fuck just happened?

That night he laid awake, refusing to let some version of him take you away from him.

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Finals were now in about 2 weeks and you were cramming like crazy in your room. Lost in your own little world as you often are.

Your phone kept ringing, making you sigh.

“What?” Your voice came out sharper than intended.

“Woah, relax, cutie.” Heeseung chuckled.

“Does this man ever take anything serious?”

You didn't realize you spoke out loud until he unexpectedly responded, “you wound me? You don't think I'm serious?”

You roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you.

“Spill it already, I'm busy.”

Your doorbell rang, “come down cutie.” He said finally before cutting the call. It wasn't a request either, it was a command. Your jaw dropped. He has officially lost it.

Grabbing your cardigan, you went down to open the door.

You are suddenly pulled by him.

“What–”

He puts a helmet on your head before you can protest and grabs your hand, effectively rendering you speechless.

“Come on, let's go for a ride.” He flashed his infamous smirk. Totally unbothered by his own absurdity.

Since when can Heeseung ride a motorcycle??

“Do you even have a license?” You cross your arms. Doubtful.

He dramatically puts his hand on his heart, “you have no faith in me, you wound me, cutie.”

“Good.” You replied sharply but you still found yourself sitting behind him as the engine roared into the quiet night. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Praying he can't hear how loud your heartbeats were.

After a while you arrive at an unknown place where you can view the city lights decorating the skies like stars.

He helps you out of the motorcycle, his hand wrapped around yours tightly.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere he should've taken you on a long time ago..” He muttered.

“Hmm?” You tilt your head, looking at him confused with your big eyes and lashes fluttering, the wind only adding more to how angelic you look, and it takes every muscle in his body to not hold you and kiss you right there and then.

“Don't worry your pretty head about it, princess.” Anddd he's back to being cocky and flirty again making you glare at him.

You both stared silently at the view ahead. He didn't notice at first but you were looking at him eventually, trying to figure out who or what he is because deep down you knew this wasn't Heeseung. This wasn't your Heeseung.

“Quit eyeing me like a creep and just spit it out.” He said, interrupting the peaceful moment, his sharp gaze boring into your soul.

“Heeseung..”

You remember back to that reddit article you read.

“Doppelgangers are known to be sly and reveal the inner secrets and feelings of those who they possess. They are a separate body but the same mind.”

“What's your end goal here?”

“And don't act dumb with me.” You pointed a finger at him. He grabbed it gently and guided it to his heart.

“You.” He answered like it was the easiest question ever. Like it was whatever.

“I'm serious here” you warned him but your heart was betraying you.

“Who said I wasn't?” He tilted his head at you, confused.

Refusing to spare him another glance you looked away but he kept looking at you. Eventually he sighed and grabbed your chin, “look at me, y/n.” It was the first time your name left his lips since he changed and it made your stomach flip. Hesitantly, you look at him again.

You know this is dangerous, friends don't hold each other like this, friends don't daydream of ‘what ifs’ about each other, friends don't look at each other with yearning eyes.

The lines blur completely when you find yourself leaning closer to him. Feeling his warm breath against your lips.

The tension in the air was cut by the sounds of a phone ringing.

Dazed, you snap out of it and quickly back away, maintaining the appropriate distance because you're just friends.

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“We have one week left, I'm totally screwing this up anyway.” Maki pouted.

“If this is you trying to ditch studying at the library again then forget it.” You stared at him like a mom scolding her kid.

“Come onnnnn,” he shook your shoulder as if you would magically gain more sympathy for the boy.

“No.” You concluded, gathering your books and stepping out of class.

“HEY WAIT” you both turn to find Heeseung running, he stood in front of you two, catching his breath like he ran a marathon.

You have been avoiding Heeseung even more now, refusing to answer his texts or calls after that night. Were you being a coward? Absolutely.

“Can we talk?” He nervously looked at you, “please?” giving you his bambi eyes that you could never say no to. Damn you Lee Heeseung.

“Fine.” You coldly responded, making him shiver at your tone.

Maki quietly excused himself leaving you two alone now in the empty hallways.

You felt your throat close up. You weren't sure how to approach him anymore. You looked at your feet.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, his voice small and unsure. This was your Heeseung, the timid idiot who always made sure to never overstep or hurt anyone. The one who wore his heart on his sleeves proudly and cared too much.

“Yes.” You tried to keep your tone stern. Not wanting to fall into any more traps.

“Why?” His voice cracked.

“Heeseung.” You finally look up and meet his eyes, wide and filled with confusion and hurt.

The words stabbing at your throat begging to be let out. So many questions and you don't know where to start.

“Can we talk about this later.” There you are once again running away. Running away from him.

Turning your heel to walk away, you are shocked when you feel his hand grab your arm.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Please just talk to me–”

“Heeseung!” Your voice rising higher. Overwhelmed by the sudden confrontation you no longer hold back what you have been feeling.

“One day you act cold and the next you act…like…like this! I don't understand you anymore! One moment you act like you want me more than a friend and the next you are back to treating me like we are just friends. What do YOU want from me?” The tears now spilling leaving him speechless. He looked so confused and that hurt you more.

Of course he doesn't know. You thought to yourself.

You walk away before you can hear his answer, he stood there shocked and mortified. He wanted to chase after you and apologize but even he wasn't sure anymore of what is real and what isn't.

He wakes up some days feeling like there's something he should know or remember but can't.

What is his or not anymore?

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Today is the first day of finals. You and Heeseung haven't talked since. Everyone around you was confused but didn't say a word. It wasn't like you two to fight and not make up the next day. It wasn't like you two to avoid one another. It wasn't like you two to skip classes. It wasn't like you two to not be found laughing a storm in the cafeteria.

But what was like you two then? Because it seems like neither of you can admit it.

You haven't slept in days, feeling like a walking zombie. You barely even talk anymore.

Maki and Nicholas were getting even more worried about you and him.

“We need to do something about those two.” Maki worriedly tells him.

“But what can we do if they don't even want to look at one another.” Nicholas sighs, frustrated that they can't do much here.

They watched as Heeseung sat alone in the cafeteria looking miserable and unlike himself. He was always the sunshine and mood maker in every room he stepped in but it's like his light has been dimmed.

“I can't keep watching him like this either.” Now it was Maki's turn to sigh.

They had given you two space out of respect but they couldn't just watch you both destroy yourselves like this anymore.

“You look pitiful.” Heeseung looked up from his bed to find him again.

“What do you want? Aren't you happy you can have her now?”

He laughed at him, like actually laughed.

Heeseung's eyebrows furrow, “what's so funny!” He asked, frustrated now.

“We are the same person, dumbass.” He simply responded.

“But didn't you–”

“I said that to make you get your shit together and it seems like you're still the same coward you always were.” “How long are you going to keep doing this? Until you die and she blames herself?”

He can't believe he is essentially getting yelled at by his own self.

“IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT SHE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME” He yelled back, louder.

“I WAS TRYING TO HELP!”

“I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!”

“I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR”

Silence.

They both stared at one another.

No one dared to even move.

“Well. That's too bad.” He spat out suddenly vanishing, leaving Heeseung by himself.

Finals have ended and it is officially summer break season.

Which meant you no longer had to dodge Heeseung in the hallways and pretend he doesn't exist anymore.

Opening your laptop, you found yourself browsing on reddit again. Going back to that article you found.

“Doppelgangers can't be killed without you dying in the process as well but they can be sealed. To truly ‘defeat’ one you must come to accept that it is just another version of yourself that you can't erase. It is still you, still your feelings and mind in another form. They are your deep desires that you are too afraid to speak out into the world.”

“Deep desires?” You muttered to yourself.

“What's your end goal here?”

“And don't act dumb with me.” You pointed a finger at him. He grabbed it gently and guided it to his heart.

“You.” He answered like it was the easiest question ever. Like it was whatever.

“I'm serious here” you warned him but your heart was betraying you.

“Who said I wasn't?” He tilted his head at you, confused.

Did he really mean that..?

You felt like an idiot now.

Somewhere out there Heeseung was reflecting on his actions, having had enough of sitting still and being pitiful. He found himself reading some oddly suspicious article on reddit.

“Can't be killed?” He whispered to no one in particular.

The next day he found himself standing in front of his mirror, he was planning to see you again but not before he confronted him– well himself.

“Oh would you look at that,” speak of the devil. He showed up again with his arms crossed and smirk ever so evident.

“Are you finally coming to your senses?” He asked.

“I am.” Heeseung's tone was firm and sure. No longer hesitant or confused.

“I can't lose her because I'm a coward who can't accept his own feelings like a man. For all my life, I have always done what everyone has told me without any thought and pushed my own desires away thinking they were less important but now I see how that only pushed away the one person I never wanted to lose.”

“If you're a part of myself that I buried deep down, then maybe it's time for me to stop hiding.” He concluded.

“Well done.” That's all he said to Heeseung before suddenly turning into dust slowly and merging back with him.

Heeseung let out a sharp exhale at the feeling in his bones. It's like a part of himself was weirdly back.

After collecting himself, he is suddenly flooded with memories of his other self with you. The memories that were missing from the real him.

Your smile, your flustered face, your warmth, your scolding, you. It was only ever you from the start. His selfish desire.

Making dinner, you stare at the stove like it had all the answers to your problems and maybe it did because then the doorbell rang.

Not sure who it could be at this hour, you step to open it without checking.

In front of you was Heeseung, with his black hoodie and sweats, awkward smile, and comforting presence.

“Hi” he broke the silence first.

“Hey?” You hated that you sounded so unsure of yourself now. Scared that this is another vision and that he wasn't real.

You wordlessly let him in. He followed you to the kitchen, standing opposite of each other.

“I'm sorry” he spoke again.

“I'm sorry I was a coward that confused you and made you think that I…didn't care because I do! I care about you more than anyone, even myself.” He laughed dryly, nervous.

“I love you– more than friends should and I've been such a coward that I buried it all deep inside of me thinking you deserve better but I guess I'm too selfish to let you go.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Tears building in your eyes. His earnest gaze never leaving yours.

“It's okay if you don't feel the same–”

“Heeseung.”

“Its okay if you don't feel the same–”

“Lee Heeseung.”

You step closer and closer, breaking all the walls between you two in seconds as you grab his hoodie. Locking your lips against his. His bambi eyes glowing in the kitchen lighting, shocked.

Pulling back bashfully.

“I love you too, dumbass. More than friends should.” You repeat his words from earlier making him smile.

He grabs the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Needing to inhale the air you breathe. Needing to be as close to you as he physically could.

You both stand there, lips keeping one another warm. His hands grab at your hips, your bodies merging into one. Finally let out all the things you couldn't say to each other through all these years.

He carefully places you on the kitchen counter and you both giggle at the memory because in the end it's not that you loved the other Heeseung more. It's that you loved every version of him.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” He whispered softly between your lips.

“Yes.” You whispered back, hands cradling his face gently before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You both smile. Maybe you were idiots all along but you wouldn't trade each other for anything. Okay maybe you would trade him for a caramel glazed donut but don't tell him that!

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EPILOGUE:

You and Heeseung are now standing hand in hand in your graduation caps taking photos.

“Heeseung come on we need to take pictures with the others, your girlfriend won't disappear if you leave for one second!” Maki called out exasperated.

“Yeah yeah!” Heeseung yelled back.

“Go,” you giggled, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“Be back princess,” he kissed your lips sweetly before running to Maki and the others to finish taking photos.

This wasn't the end yet but your beginning together.

If you love someone, tell them.

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I finished a one shot about a lady scientist having sex with a grotesque alien abomination. It starts off horrory and unravels from there. Posted it on ao3 too. Link. Title: The thing can dance Words: 4,621 Tags: teratophilia, body horror, explicit smut, horror, alien biology, some gore, edging, masturbation, oral sex, tentacles, non-humanoid genitalia, combined genitalia, telepathic bond, multiple orgasms.

Voice rec 01

The research facility on planet E45R has not been in contact for two weeks. A sudden storm held back the rescue mission. Now that it has cleared a military team of eleven is being dispatched. I was sent by the board of scientists to gather the research and write a report. My name is Dr. Dianna Spur, I specialize in genetics.

Voice rec 02

Our ship landed on a nearby hill. Impossible to get closer due to intense flooding. Extensive storm damage. Debris everywhere. Lights on the research facility are off. No movement detected. Heat cameras found nothing.

Voice rec 03

Team unlocked the door with the pass key. We should have access to all the rooms. The corridor is black, odd smell in the air. Team is using heat and night vision cameras. Nothing detected.

Voice rec 04

We're going down to the labs, passed the living quarters. Odd smell remains, stains on walls, seem to be biological in nature, not blood. Sample taken. No signs of life.

Voice rec 05

A heat signature spotted on camera. Two went to explore. A possible survivor? I'm opening the labs door. (Screaming. Scuffle. Gun fire. Metal clicks.) Something jumped and attacked the team! I and a few others hid inside the lab and locked the door. I can still hear the shooting. The attacker was not human. It was….(loud breathing, long pause) running on all fours and flesh-colored. Too fast, couldn't see. Gathering research now. Labs have a separate power source. Will try to switch it on.

Voice rec 06

Quick examination of materials confirmed the facility was experimenting with newly discovered native bacteria that have unusual properties. Lab was splicing them with bacteria taken from Earth. Later moved to nematodes, polychaetes and flatworms. Specimens exhibited extraordinary healing capabilities, exceptional growth patterns, unpredictable mutations and developed organs new to science. I downloaded all the additional files, including security footage. Must evacuate.

Voice rec 07

The gun fire seized some time ago. Outside team not responding. We're evacuating. Labs have a second emergency exit but it's blocked. We're attempting the main exit. A few soldiers are exploring the corridor. Waiting for permission to leave.

Voice rec 08

We're in the corridor. Power source for the main building is at the back. Too unsafe. Blood and body parts strewn across the floor. Something ripped them apart. Few body parts are missing. (long pause) I feel…off. There's a fuzzy sensation in my muscles and this tingling in my head that's getting intense. I….(long pause, whispering) I'm hearing a voice. It's not really a voice. It's like static. It's telling me to turn back and run to the living quarters. The main entrance isn't safe. I…(long pause, heavy breathing) feel confused. (Gun fire, yelling, footsteps, scuffle.) We're attacked again! I'm going to the living quarters! (Heavy breathing, gasping, footsteps, unintelligible mumbling.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Three days later.

It has been days since I locked myself in one of the rooms. Being here is unnerving, all the personal items are left behind and I'm almost expecting a knock on my door. I looked through them, this room belonged to a biologist named Marie. Her coffee mug is still beside the sink, it has a photo of her cat. It's taken a long time ago, I haven't seen a couch like that for nearly a decade.

I'm grateful the water system is still functioning, I managed to shower and I have drinking water. There are some dry foods in the cupboard so I'm secure for a while, but I can't stay here for long. Contacting the team through radio yielded no response. I haven't heard anything since the gun fire ended.

I used my portable computer to watch the security footage. It was quite harrowing. One of the mutated worms had escaped its enclosure and buried itself into the scientist's arm. The man was promptly taken to the medical ward and left in a safe room. All attempts to remove the worm proved unsuccessful. During the night his body went through a transformation that's impossible to describe as anything other than grotesque. His body enlarged and elongated, grew extra appendages and folds. Then it broke through the door and went after its colleagues.

Some of the staff survived for longer, hiding in rooms, yet even the seemingly dead didn't stay dead for long. The creature was infecting people and the scientists came back changed. Each iteration of the monstrous offspring looked even less human. They were a bizarre mixture of worm, mammal and something unfathomable.

I was thinking about the voice that warned me. Just remembering it sent a sensation of needles and pin down my spine. I haven't heard it since but the odd fuzzy, staticky feeling in my brain has returned a couple of times. It's strangely comforting and I'm not scared of it any longer. I wonder what it was. Was it sentient or a hallucination caused by extreme stress? An oddly specific trauma response?

All of this weirdness has to be put aside for a while. I must come up with a plan of escape. This facility is blocked off from all outside communications for reasons of security. The research here was top secret. Only chance of sending a distress signal was at their communications room, but it was at the other end of the building and going there was simply too dangerous. I thought about the pilot that was waiting for us on our ship. Surely he was able to call for help? Alas, no one had come looking for me this far and I was left guessing if he's even still there? Has he switched on the engines and flown away? Has he abandoned us?

I found some tea granules and made myself a cup. What else could I do? I have no weapons except for a taser that fires a limited amount of rounds, besides, the facility is too dark for good aim. What about the soldiers who ran behind me? They were picked off right before I got to the door, I heard their screaming as those things pounced on their backs. They had guns and a few grenades in their backpacks. If their bodies remained untouched then I should be able to crawl up to them and take their weapons. I know how to fire a gun. They shouldn't be too far from me, I could leave the door open.

Just thinking about going back to that dark hallway made me ill. I was not fast enough to escape those things, my survival was based on luck and I was toying with it needlessly. I could remain in this room and pray for help but I had a gut feeling that nobody was coming for me. They would've been here already if it was the case. I sat behind the door and listened to the sounds of the building, trying to hype myself up, replaying every detail of my plan, imagining every possibility and risk.

Finally, after what appeared to be hours of silence, moaning of metal and howling of wind, I was ready to try. I unlocked the door and cracked it open, peering into the darkness. I could smell the blood, it was wafting over me like a wave. I lit my tiny flash light, covering it with a hand. Nothing stirred. I directed the beam of light at the floor and moved it down the hallway, where it revealed a large mass. A helmet, a torn-off arm, a leg bent at an unnatural angle.

It wasn't too far from my hiding place, all I had to do was crawl two doors down and take what I need. My heart was ready to burst out of my chest, my palms were slippery, my armpits soaked. I stood up, wearing nothing but a pair of socks, and started creeping closer to the dead body. My footsteps were non-existent and my confidence grew with each step. The gun was right there, all I needed was ammo and grenades.

The body was horribly mangled, camo-print uniform torn to shreds. The flesh from the soldier's back was missing, revealing the spine and ribs as if something had been feasting. I crouched down and picked up the gun, tossing the strap over my shoulder. The ammo was next. I had to turn the body to untie the magazine holster. The body was heavy but I managed to get it done. As the body flipped over the head remained in the same unnatural position, the flesh around the neck was flattened and crushed, hinting at internal decapitation. A jolt of disgust shot through me but I focused on the task at hand.

I tried to open the zippers on the backpack as slowly as possible, then stuck my hand inside and shined the light into the deep dark pocket. I was sweating so much that I had to wipe my eyes, dust was sticking to my forearms and face. A sudden urge prompted me to look up, I can't explain why, it was purely instinctual. It was then that I saw it — there was a vague pale shape in the darkness, prowling at the end of the corridor.

I could feel the temperature increasing around me. My bladder started to tingle and I felt a sudden need too pee but I tightened every muscle in my body. I glanced at my room, guessing if there was enough time to run for it. I moved slowly, stuffing grenades into my pockets and squeezing two in my hand. Then I stood up as smoothly as I could manage, creeping closer to the wall. The thing didn't move and I started to question my eyesight. Maybe it was a piece of fallen debris or a trick of the tired eye?

I made a silent step towards my door, clenching the grenade. Another step, still as quiet and cautious as the previous one. The vague shape seemed a little closer somehow. I blinked again, unsure if I was imagining it or was that thing really moving? I needed to be quick, the door was within my reach and I took off running. Many things happened at once, too fast to comprehend.

The shape leapt towards me, I heard the clanking of its claws on the floor, its weight as it pounced. I was nearly at my door, my hand reaching out to the control panel. Something collided with me, picking me up and carrying me. I was so shocked that I couldn't even scream. The ceiling drifted closer, there was wind in my hair and I was whisked into my room as if I was a ragdoll. The door shut behind me, the darkness of my bedroom spinning while I was placed down onto my bed.

I switched on my flash light, shined it at the space in front of me and a gasp of abject horror escaped my throat. I was face to face with my savior. It wasn't a person, even though it used to be some time ago. It was a large creature — a thing — much bigger than your average man.

Its body was shaped like a fleshy, deformed, wrinkly potato with no discernible head. There was a some kind of a small lump where a head is supposed to be, yet it was coated in thick wrinkles — no eyes, no ears or other facial features. The thing walked on all fours like a dog, four limbs bending unnaturally from all those excessive joints. A few pale tentacles reached out from the slit pouch under its belly, supporting its body.

I was unable to speak or move. There was a grenade in my hand and I lifted my arm off the mattress. The familiar staticky feeling in my skull was back.

Don't.

I froze, blinking to moisten my dry eyes. Is this thing speaking to me?

I will not harm. You.

The fuzzy sensation was overpowering now that the thing was up close, it was relaxing — my body melted into the bed, my muscles softened.

You saved me?

Yes.

Why? What are you?

I suddenly realized that I had not uttered a single word during our exchange. This thing was communicating telepathically. How was this possible?

A scientist. No hate, only curiosity.

I remembered how these creatures evolved, all of them were using the science team as hosts, so maybe this was the thing that connected us? A remnant of its humanity reaching out? A part of it recognized a colleague?

Do you remember anything before you….changed?

No. Yes? Darkness, heat, moist sheets.

How long have you been here?

Long.

Can these other…creatures…communicate like you?

No. Primitive. Hungry.

They killed everyone. I have to get out of here. There's a spaceship outside. The pilot is waiting for me.

He's not waiting, he's dead. They got out during the storm. Hunting for food. Growing.

My heart skipped a beat. If this thing was right then waiting for a rescue was pointless. This thing was becoming more descriptive the longer we talked, it was learning from me. The grenade fell from my hand and rolled across the floor. I was mellow and sleepy. The sleepless nights were catching up with me, making it feel like I could pass out any second.

I must escape this place.

This was my last thought before I plunged into darkness.

I woke up feeling fantastic, my body was light and my head was clear, it was the best sleep I had in weeks. Waking up in the darkness wasn't alarming anymore, one could say that I had become accustomed to it. I turned on my flash light and moved the beam across the room. It revealed nothing but light-colored walls and plain furniture. I felt almost disappointed. Did the thing leave? How long have I been sleeping? It didn't really matter since time had stopped moving at this facility a long time ago.

I stood up, stretched my limbs and headed to the bathroom, being so intimately aware of my surroundings that I could do it in absolute darkness. I still took my flash light with me, just in case I wanted to check myself in the mirror. I felt around for the toilet, recognizing the cold porcelain under my fingertips, then unzipped my pants and sat down to pee. My bladder was full and it took a while to finish. I flushed, felt for the sink with the back of my hand, washed and placed the flash light next to the faucet. All this running around the day before made me yearn for a shower.

While the facility remained without power the water system was structured in a way that the water remained lukewarm. The tanks were on the roof and heated by the sun, the filtration system was organic and needed little to no maintenance. It was ironic that this station continued to function even without its inhabitants — a reminder that humans are nothing but a passing element on this planet.

I peeled off my pants, underwear and socks. My vest, shirt and bra followed in a clump. Throwing them aside was relieving and I felt cleaner already, standing nude in the darkness. The soft caress of air coming from the ventilation system moved the tiny hairs on my neck and arms, sending licks of electricity down my nerves.

I ran my hands up my body, cupping my breasts into a firm squeeze, nipples hardening almost instantly. My skin was tender and responsive. I circled a finger around my nipple which was echoed by a pleasurable sensation down in my pelvis. I was turned on and desperate for touch. When was the last time I had an orgasm? I couldn't even remember but it likely happened on a lonely night in my living room. A good night's sleep had revitalized me in a way that roused all of my urges.

I stepped into the shower, smothering a sigh of pleasure as my thighs were rubbing against my sensitive clit. I may be on a godforsaken planet, and a hair's breadth away from death, but I needed that sweet shot of oxytocin. My heart rate increased as I brushed a hand through my folds. I wasn't surprised to find that I was already wet, the velvety slipperiness stringing between my fingers.

Touching my wetness sent me into a lustful frenzy, my hand dived deep into my folds, again and again, as I rubbed myself mercilessly, stopping right before the pleasure got too intense. I was planning to enjoy this, indulge in some mild edging. I had all the time in the world.

I took a few deep breaths to calm down while my walls clenched, enticing me back into action. My hand returned to my loins, fingers slowly circling the base of my engorged clit. I moved carefully, avoiding any quick movements. The pleasure was vivid and I made another deep breath.

Something stirred in the soft darkness. Fully thinking that my imagination was playing tricks I reached for my flash light and switched it on. The circle of light illuminated the sink, making it glisten like a pearl. I shifted it around the room inspecting my surroundings. While I was feeling safe I was also mildly paranoid. A long tentacle slithered into the beam of light, making me shudder. The fuzzy sensation took over my brain and I prepared for the conversation. I felt a surge of shame, though it didn't last long. I was too aroused to be embarrassed and did the thing even understand what I was doing? I doubted it.

Why are you hiding? Were you in the bathroom the whole time?

I needed water. I need a lot of water to live. This room felt calm. Cool. I was sleeping.

I shined my light on the creature, it was on the floor, huddled in a corner right beside the toilet. It was awkward to think about how close it was when I was relieving myself. However, it was also oddly arousing and it made my clit tender.

The thing stretched out another tentacle, the wrinkly pouch on its stomach was lightly open — it was a pitch black slit with softly furrowed lip-like structures and I couldn't look away. It was reminding me of something particular and I wondered what it would feel like if I touched it. What else was in there, beside tentacles?

The thing's tentacles were thick and meaty, the skin was translucent and I could see the ghosting of veins. Its body was like a giant wrinkly boob and my lustful brain couldn't contain the indecent thoughts. Was it soft or firm? How would it feel between my legs if I straddled it?

I need to shower. Could you give me some privacy?

I asked, hoping the thing wouldn't be able to understand my yearnings. It was not human, after all. It was a creature — a thing.

It feels good? Down there? When you rub?

I was amazed that it even noticed. It was more self-aware than I had assumed.

Yes.

It's something that people do? I see your thoughts. It like them. The way your body feels. I would like to join. I would like to know how it feels and make you feel good.

I didn't know what to say, it was a lifeform that I did not understand, a life form that infected people. This was a dangerous idea and yet a part of me was aroused by the thrill if it. I watched as those thick tentacles undulated on the floor, it was graceful, almost gentle.

I won't hurt. We need a host to reproduce…spreading our wormlings happens through a special organ. It is controlled. Intentional. I do not want to change you. Let me show you what I am. What I can do.

The thing crawled slowly across the floor, pushing itself up on hind legs. The furrows on its belly slit started pulsating and moving, then they flipped open with a sudden force and the inside of its belly folded out like a flower. A long vaguely penis-shaped organ sprang out, unravelling its wings — at least that was what those folds of skin reminded me of. They could also be compared to the flounces on a lettuce sea slug.

I couldn't stop staring at that mesmerizing display. The penis-like organ was smooth and dark blue, the inflated fleshy tissues behind it were also brightly colored — a deep purple, fading into pink that appeared to be glowing, the wavy ends of those ruffles were almost neon and pink dapples radiated down from the edge. The thing moved those layered tissues from side to side, shaking them like a peacock's tail.

The realization hit me with a delay — this was a courtship display! What a dance it was, those juicy colors, the variety of textures, it was captivating. The penis was growing out of a muscular base which flattened out into a meaty shelf, before joining with the pseudo-lips. Small fleshy bumps were scattered across that base — pink and vaguely nipple-shaped.

My brain was filled with that fuzzy feeling, yet it was different this time, it felt tender and lighter than before. The thing wasn't trying to push itself onto me, it was exploring my thoughts gently, listening more and talking less. A strange pleasurable tingling sensation was getting stronger in my brain, it stimulated my clit and made my walls yearn for an insertion. I couldn't hold back a shaky sigh, clenching my walls in blissful anticipation.

This must be coming from the thing. Is it trying to pleasure me this way? Then I noticed its penis softly waving from side to side in the tact of my brain tingles and I understood everything — this was a two-way communication and I was experiencing some of the thing's emotions. My god how aroused it was!

I like your dance. Is it a penis?

Yes.

Can I touch it?

Yes!

I walked closer and got on my knees, then gripped the shaft and ran my hand up to the very tip. It felt so incredibly smooth and velvety! It was also warm and that discovery made my clit ache. The tingling in my brain intensified, I could feel the sensations of the thing even clearer now.

Is this you tingling in my head?

Yes. This is new for me. Not sure how to control.

It's not a problem. I like it. Does it feel good when I hold you like this?

My hand was still firmly around the blue shaft and rubbed the tip as I was thinking that. The tingling pulsated intensely, radiating into amazing sparkles that ran down my spine. I shuddered from the delightful sensation, I could feel my wetness dripping down my inner things

Do it again. Again!

I smiled as I heard its reply. There was something else I wanted to try. I was stupidly aroused and it made me playful. I lowered my head, pressed my lips to the smooth tip and rubbed my tongue against its skin. It felt wonderful in my mouth, so delicate and flavorless. The tingling in my head and spine pulsed in the tact of my tongue and I sucked the whole tip into my mouth. I played with it however I felt like, it became my sweetest lollipop.

The thing's tentacles, once limp on the floor, began to slowly writhe now. I picked the closest one up and guided it between my legs. It explored my folds with a delicate touch, molded itself to the curves of my body and began to undulate in S-shaped patterns like a serpent. It was hitting my clit with a rhythmic tempo, my breath stalling as I awaited each blissful caress. I was too sensitive and every brush of the tentacle was bringing me dangerously close to an orgasm. I wasn't ready to end the fun just yet.

I covered my clit with my hand and guided the tentacle inside of me.

Gently, move in and out, feel around, but don't go any deeper.

The tingling sensation in my head fluctuated and I knew the thing understood me. I was soaking wet and the tentacle slid in effortlessly, the pressure making me shudder. I felt it moving inside me, exploring curiously, moving just as I asked. The tentacle was thick but very squishy, filling me up perfectly.

Faster, go faster. Push against the front side, the one that's close to my belly. Yes, there!

I guided it and it listened beautifully. The tentacle was pushing right against the sweet spot, making me gasp and spread my thighs wider. I struggled to orgasm from vaginal penetration but I enjoyed the feeling of movement inside me, especially in combination with clit play. Right now I wanted to hold back, to ride the high of this lustful craze for a while longer. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, revelling in the sweet suffering of denial.

I returned to my darling abomination, taking its dark blue shaft and rubbing it slowly up and down. The tiny fleshy bumps around the meat shelf perplexed me, so I ran my hand through them, allowing the papillae to get caught between the gaps of my fingers. The thing responded immediately, its tentacles twitched, its shaft wobbled — that appendage was more flexible than it seemed, having muscles throughout its length.

It amused me and I stroked those papillae again, more softly this time. The thing jerked again, the jolt of the tentacle that was stuffed inside coaxing a moan out of me. Were those sensitive?

It's very good.

Should I….lick them?

Yes! Touch them! Touch!

These bumps must be clitorises I thought, of course, why didn't I figure it out before? This creature evolved by mixing genes and mutating. No wonder it has a combination of human parts, that combination being heavily changed in the process.

I stooped down so that I could get close to the papillae and rubbed my face against them. The tentacle inside me throbbed eagerly, the tingling inside my head, as well as, the fireworks that ran down my spine pulsed in the same rhythm. My walls clenched needily, my clit begging me for a touch, yet I ignored it cruelly. I took one of the papilla into my mouth and ran my tongue over its surface, then started sucking it. The thing writhed around me, occasionally smacking me with its tentacles.

I shoved both hands into the bumps and started stroking them gently. The tentacle inside me trembled so vigorously that I groaned, it continued thrusting into me, making indecent wet noises as I was drenching myself.

I sucked the papilla, rolling it between my lips, mushing it with my tongue. The tentacle convulsed inside me as if losing control, then the most fantastical sensation exploded inside my head. It was wonderful, indescribable, both tingly and ecstatic. My clit was overtaken by a surge of pleasure and my walls squeezed desperately around the tentacle.

It was an orgasm, no — our orgasm. The thing's climax extended onto me though our telepathic connection and it made me come right afterwards. It was a heavenly cascade of euphoria and my mouth hung open as I collapsed to the floor, grinding my hips in the air like an animal in heat, the tentacle still fucking me. For a brief moment everything was engulfed by pure pleasure. Even the haunting silence of the research facility seemed beautiful.

I ground my hips until I was exhausted and relaxed on the floor, stroking the thing's penis.

It was unforgettable. I do need a shower now.

I liked your dance.

#terato content #teratophillia #monster smut #monster x female #monster x human #alien smut #original story #ao3 link #ao3 writer

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orangez3st · 3 days ago

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Rest & Recuperation

Delta Squad × GN!Reader

✧ Summary: After a long, exhausting mission, you catch a proper rest with your beloved boys of Delta Squad.

✧ Tags & Warnings: romantic solo poly relationship (reader dates multiple partners at the same time), no clonecest, domestic fluff, eepyfic, reader is an adult mute/non-verbal jedi padawan commander

✧ Word Count: 1.8k

✧ A/N: This was requested by @br00kthe0takuuuu, who wished for cute domestic stuff with mute Jedi reader because their oc is, and they need some inspo! My first time writing one as well so thanks for the experience. Sorry that I cut the ask off bcs it's quite lengthy 🥹 and for the fact that this is a bit messy, as I had a strep throat as I was writing this. Much thanks for requesting Brook! 🤗 I hope this is close to what you pictured 💞

Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Delta Squad (in-header image)

Sev leans by the doorway, a rare fond smile etching onto his lips as he watches your form rise and fall as you breathe, tucking yourself into Boss’ side on his bed. Never in the creepiest ways that one could ever think of, Sev enjoys watching you sleep. It's a peaceful, well-deserved sight—especially after field missions with them, or merely a tiring, long day.

Especially now. All five of you touched down on Coruscant earlier this dawn, exhaustion latching and hovering stubbornly over your forms as you delivered post-op briefing to command while it was still fresh.

You don't talk much, but Sev can perfectly distinguish your silence; you were hiding your exhaustion well. The Deltas weren't sustaining any injury thanks to their sturdy katarn-class shell, but it was easily made as yet another of their longest missions. You're only a Padawan, but you kept up with them to your very best. Your dedication and compassion shine through and through—it’s what made them love you in the first place, and relished your leadership.

“They awake yet?” Scorch's voice trails behind him, and he turns to see the demo expert approaching him in the hallway, clad only in a sleeveless shirt and stupid pajama trousers with tooka prints. His hair sticks in various directions, seemingly just waking up too.

Sev shakes his head, keeping to his place. Scorch rests his elbow on Sev's shoulder as he joins the spectacle, secretly enjoying the way you curl up against Boss' side, your leg tangling with his under the blanket.

He sighs wistfully. “Stars, with a view like that I don't ever wanna wake them. The rest is well-deserved.”

“Been telling myself that,” Sev scoffs. “Fixer's gonna flip everything in this house if they're not eating. It's 1600.”

“Did he even sleep?”

“He did.”

Scorch lets out a skeptical noise. “Not a full cycle.”

“Nope.”

“Knew it,” Scorch snorts, stepping into Boss' bedroom—it remains a weird concept where they have their own room in your apartment that he hasn't quite gotten accustomed to—and crouches by your side of the bed. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he mutters softly.

You stir, but only just slightly. Stubborn. Though he knows you're not awake in the slightest bit, Scorch stifles a smile and gets into the cramped bed also, the frame creaking under his weight. The noise wakes Boss up instantly, his eyes snapping open.

“Scorch,” Boss grumbles.

“Good morning,” Scorch fake-yawns, mocking his own sergeant's sleepiness while locking his arms around his sleeping commander from behind.

Sev, still in the doorway, gives up watching and sits carefully on the end of the bed. “Somewhere in the galaxy 1600 hours is morning,” he deadpans.

Boss reaches around and smacks Scorch upside the head. The younger vod doesn't even flinch, continuing his sleep. “Don't.”

Scorch snuggles further into your neck. “No, I'm enjoying this. Haven't got my turn.”

“You’re getting your turn tomorrow,” Sev rolls his eyes.

“How about we do big cuddle night tonight?”

“That's Benduday only, di'kut.”

Boss scrubs both hands over his face—he just woke up and got served with vode banter he's never prepared for. Truly the worst thing to wake up to (affectionately).

But then he looks at you. How peaceful you look. Suddenly he shares the sentiment between his brothers. The way your eyelashes rest over your cheeks, your eyes moving beneath your lids in REM. Still in REM, Boss thinks amusedly to himself. Very deep sleep. He understands. He caught you nearly toppling over into sleep during the ride back to Coruscant, refusing to catch a shut-eye, stubborn as ever.

Eventually you stir from the noise. Sev places a hand on your calf, thumb slightly pressing along your skin to gently massage you awake. Scorch tightens his big strong arms around you, causing you to let out a single noise of protest as you gradually come awake.

Their hearts melt at the same time. Hearing your voice, even in the slightest bit, is always a gift. A godsend blessing, even.

“There they are,” Sev coos as soon as your eyes flutter open. You melt further into Boss.

“Hey,” the sergeant chuckles quietly, feeling your body warming up. He raises a hand to sign. “Good sleep?”

You smile, a radiant sight to see for the boys. “Enough,” you answer your beloved sergeant, glancing over your shoulder only to see Scorch's stupid dopey smile. You pat his hand that's clutching your shirt in his fist. “Hello, Scorch,” you sign with your free hand.

“Hi,” he beams at you. “You look so peaceful. We hate to wake you.”

“Fixer probably won't hesitate,” Sev scoffs, announcing his presence at your feet.

You grin impishly. “His patience is limited.”

Sev rolls his eyes, poorly stifling his fond smile. “Better go get him before he gets you.”

“He won't dare.” You peel Scorch's arms off of you and hop off the bed. Sev offers his hand to help, and you peck Sev's lips as you pass. “I am his commander.”

He lets go of you reluctantly as you skip out the door, the tips of his fingers trailing across your skin. The sensation fizzles deep underneath your skin as you tread your path to the dining area where you see Fixer’s large form hovering over the caf brewer.

You tiptoe into the kitchen as silently as you can, and when you're standing behind him, you slowly wrap your arms around him. The gesture draws a deep chuckle out of his chest, your cheek buried into the material of his bodysuit. Fixer always wears it no matter where, explaining to you once that no one would ever know when the next op is where they need Delta Squad.

“You’re finally awake,” he says with a pleased tone, turning around to grant you with his rare smile and pulling you flush against his chest. You slump sleepily against him. “Did you dream?”

You shake your head no, but you use your hands to clarify. “Not really. Passed out.”

Fixer leans in to peck your lips, his glasses nudging your face a little. “Good. You don't wanna know how many times you almost fell asleep walking during that long journey to exfil point.”

You squint at him. “You counted?”

“Guilty.” An even rarer laugh escapes Fixer as you smack at his chest playfully. Scorch eventually filters into the kitchen, looking brightly awake and without an ounce of sleep left in him. His eyes light up at the sight of food containers on the table.

“What are those?” he awes, dragging a chair and plopping down in it.

“Left by their neighbor.” Now it's Fixer's turn to wrap you in his arms from behind. You relish in his warmth that radiates from his body. “That Mon Cala grandma.”

You smile. “She's kind like that.”

Scorch looks up at you. “Open?” he signs.

You nod encouragingly. And as soon as he does, mixed fragrance of butter and oil and sweet tang fills the air.

“Those banana fritters?” Sev pops into the kitchen, snagging one for himself before Scorch could fully open the container, the latter squinting at him.

“Perfect for afternoon caf,” you grin, nudging Fixer to get the cups on the other side of the kitchen while you detach the caf pot from the brewer. With Sev stealing his seat, Scorch moves around the table to offer you his first bite, placing a loving kiss on your forehead that he hasn't gotten around to do earlier as you bite down on the sweet tangy goodness.

“Hate to break it to you lot,” Boss waltzes into the kitchen with a datapad, nodding gratefully at you as you fill his caf. “But since we already have enough sleep, new infopack just arrived from Advisor. We have exactly 24 hours left before reporting back to base. Possibly even less, if Mygeeto needs us sooner than we thought.”

Scorch sighs, sitting on another chair. “Having abnormal difficulties? Call Delta Squad, the best commando squad in the galaxy! Summon them earlier and take away their remaining shore leaves for stealth ops, delicate extractions, HVT elimination, and cleaning up Bacara‘s mess.”

Fixer scoffs, pulling out a chair for you. “You try to switch his place, vod.”

“Mm, no thanks.” Scorch chews on his fritter for a while, watching you sit and pour caf for yourself. Boss stands near Sev, Fixer behind you. He knows Fixer is the most possessive out of them when it comes about you, a staggering opposite of his rational upbringing. “But… we sure we're going there?”

Fixer frowns at him. “‘Course.”

Sev sips his caf. “S’not like we can refuse an assignment.”

“Yeah but it's Mygeeto, Sev. That's where the Marines are, and we all know what that means.” Scorch lets the words sink in, and he's glad that his brothers finally get it. He turns to look at you, concern painted behind his eyes. “Cyare, you know we don't doubt your skills, right?”

“It's dangerous out there,” Boss supplies for you. “Unknown terrain. Harsh weather. Even the Marines are outfitted with a different kind of gear to sustain against the snow.”

“Not even other battalions get assigned there, ever.” Fixer rubs your arm to provide you a little bit of comfort. “The 21st received special training themselves.”

“Different kind of breed,” Sev adds, glancing to see your reaction.

Now, they know you know. They made sure that you know which battalion is which, their specialities, along with their respective commanding officers as well. A vast, insightful look into the grand army. These are only reminders, a light nudge for you that you can back out from this one if you don't think you can handle the weight.

“Never been to Mygeeto before,” you hesitate, “It’s cold?”

“Affirmative,” Sev signs to you, his movement careful as if placing his own concerns for you in them. “Our armor will hold. You put on thick layers.”

“If you choose to come,” Boss catches Sev’s signings. His tone drops to give you consideration. “You don't always have to be present in every single op.”

You sigh, signing rapidly to convey your determination. “I'm coming.”

Scorch claps suddenly, startling you for a bit. “Well, I know better than debating with my commanding officer.” His not-oily hand laying over yours on the table, your demo expert smiles handsomely at you. “We'll watch your back.”

Fixer nods contemplatively, his mind already sprouting out possible scenarios. “As long as you don't accidentally flashbang them.”

“That was one time,” Scorch whines, bottom lip jutting out at you. “I'm sorry.” He scowls at Sev once the sniper kicks him under the table, his glare saying you're disgusting.

You cover your mouth to hide your silent laugh. “It's in the past, Scorch.”

“24 hours,” Boss reminds you all again, patting Sev in the back before taking his caf, steam swirling above the cup. He passes you a warm smile. “For now we enjoy our R&R before they take it from us.”

Taglist: @yoursrosie @hellfiresky @filamentlights @msmeredithrose @heidnspeak @lucyysthings @emmaw18 @leiopython-rat @gh0st-c0mpany @br00kthe0takuuuu @ct7567329 @returnofthepineapple @gloriousinthebattle

Credits: Glasses!Fixer and Scorch in those cute tooka pajamas belong to @leafdupe 🫶🏼 (le fanart that they're in)

Delta Squad dividers by yours truly!

Delta Squad Taglist (lmk if you want in!): @mutilatemyheart @alor-ika

A/N: You can request for x reader in my askbox! If you're interested in my clone x reader oneshots you can sign up as well to be tagged of future works. (Link provided ⬆️)

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scarscribblesstuff · 1 day ago

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Am Not, Are Too

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/2FH1R4lNVQQx64VLEPLOhF?si=e_EZUhdHRuajaV4uZK7tpg&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A73YA428yr1quWSDEVuJXe5

I'm waiting to post this put the cut a lil higher so as not to spoil anything for folks who haven't been able to listen yet :3 I'll move it in a few days x

Spoilers for the latest Redacted Audio video released ‼️ (8/2/25)

Characters: Corvus, Dreamer aka Asset (they are referred to as Dreamer in this fic)

Pairings: Corvus/Dreamer

"I should get some sleep", "I won't write anything else until I finish chapter 2 of my fairytale au", "I won't get attached to a new character from Mr Redacted any time soon". What do all these have in common I hear the audience clamour? They're all lies I told myself *checks watch* four hours ago before the latest video was released early access. I'm posting this as soon as the video is made public and tagging it as spoilers so as to hopefully not spoil it!

So please enjoy some confessional fluff from a demon I met in one (1) video literally just now, while I work out how to add him to my fairytale AU.

As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work. Hope you enjoy!

(Fic below)

The sun has finally emerged over McKinley, meaning the field outside is flooded with students. Towards the edge of the field under a willow tree, Corvus sits against the trunk reviewing his schedule for the next few weeks. Intermittently tuning in to a large group gossiping nearby, in case of any lingering shock he can snag off the edges of their conversation.

“Hey Corvus.” Dreamer flops on the grass next to him, instinctively settling close to him. He focuses for a moment on the sensation. Touch is still so new to him, even after all this time he's had on Elegy, but he's very grateful to have it. He likes knowing they're near.

“Hello.” He smiles softly, “it's very nice to see you.”

“Good to see you too.” They look up at him fondly, tapping their fingers along his leg.

Nervous. Happy, a bit tired, but nervous.

“You have not been nervous around me for a long time now.” Corvus frowns, putting down his schedule as he looks at Dreamer. “But it is particularly bad today.”

“No it’s not.” They respond reflexively, sitting up and sticking out their tongue. He tries not to pout too much when they break contact with him, they always stare at him a lot when he pouts.

“Yes it is.” He tilts his head, amusement emerging even amidst the concern.

They rebuff, looking away from him at seemingly anywhere else. “Nope. I'm not nervous.”

“You are, I can always tell-”

“I'm not~” they cut him off in a sing-song voice.

He lets out a laboured sigh. “How many times must we cover this subject? Professor Antlia explained Demon anatomy to you and you passed her pop quiz. You know I can sense your emotions, therefore you know that I am correct when I say you are nervous.”

“And you should know from hanging out with me so much that I'm ignoring the truth in favour of deliberate and fantastical denial. Let me live in delusion for once.”

“But it's illogical,” he protests.

“Corvus.”

“...Fine.” He huffs.

“Thank you.” Dreamer flops back down, this time resting on Corvus’ lap, whose whole being focuses in on the contact as they do.

The background noise takes centre stage as the two lapse into comfortable silence. The babbling of various students mixes together with the gentle breeze brushing against the willow branches.

Corvus had noticed for a while some new emotions emanating from his friend. The usual lighthearted irritation, joy, and curiosity had receded in the face of the rise in affection. Romantic affection specifically… and a few others that made him blush. Normally he’d point it out, dig out the cause of such new feelings - but for once, he held back. He’s not entirely sure why, but he doesn't really want to hear about some new person they've grown fond of enough to cause this. He decides it's because he's grown stronger with human etiquette. No other reason.

“I see why weather is a particularly popular choice for small talk amongst humans now.” He notes, watching the sun dodging through the willow’s branches to dance across his Dreamer’s face. “I do enjoy sunlight.”

‘On you,’ he adds silently.

They snort lightly. “That's funny considering your name.”

“I don't see how my name is relevant to my enjoyment of the nearest star.”

“Oh because of the uh Greek myth? Corvus and Apollo?”

He looks down at them curiously, “I'm unaware of any mythology connected to my name.”

“You share a name with a constellation. Most have some kind of myth associated with them all over the world, my sister loves telling me about them.”

“Would you tell me about Corvus and Apollo?” He asks, absentmindedly plucking a leaf out of their hair that has gotten tangled earlier.

A swell of emotion suddenly fills the air around them. Embarrassed, flustered, happy, nervous.

“You-”

“I know.” They whisper, fingers drumming anxiously on the grass next to them. “...Can I tell you later?”

He nods, tucking his hand quickly back into his lap, ignoring the disappointment coming from them. “Oh, the breeze stopped.” He notes as the branches of the willow tree quiet for the first time since he arrived that afternoon.

“Ah here.” They focus their magic, summoning a light wind to wrap around them both.

He giggles a little, petting their head again. “I don't need thermoregulation, remember? Let me instead.” With an exhale his body temperature cools, glittering with magic under the sun. “I should radiate a mildly cooler atmosphere now.”

Dreamer quips, “you were already cool in my books.”

“...I cannot tell if that is a pun or sincerity disguised as a joke for your own comfort.”

“How's a little of both?” They answer and then bashfully lean in closer to him. Dreamer pauses before looking away and muttering, “You can… nevermind.”

Corvus immediately perks up, latching on to the missing point. “I can what?”

“It's not important and it's silly so-”

“I don't think it is.”

They blink a couple of times, finally meeting his gaze again. “You don't even know what it is.”

“Do I need to know, to care about things you say? I'm not enjoy listening to you; but if that's wrong or something I've missed, then I can stop.”

“You haven't missed anything I just… you can keep your hand in my hair. If you'd like.” Dreamer scoops up the leaf he dropped and begins picking at it.

Corvus softens immediately, tail wagging excitedly behind him at their offer. “Really?” He asks hopefully.

“Yes really, I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it.” They playfully grumble; catching sight of his waving tail, the corner of their mouth twitches up. “You seem very happy about that.”

“No I'm not.” He flushes, lightning fast grabbing his tail and pinning it to the ground behind him.

A glint enters Dreamer’s eye at this, “oho yes you are - I totally saw that! You cannot get on me for hiding my obvious emotions when you're just as bad.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I am not.” He turns his head away from them, fighting the pout with everything he has.

“You so are.” They move closer to him, straddling his lap now and poking his cheek. “Don't try and hide it from me now, not when I finally have the upper hand.”

He turns back to argue again but finds himself inches away from their face and the playful bickering dies in his throat. Their eyes meet and the air around them stills.

Nervous, hopeful, doubtful.

The swirl of feelings peak but this time he's close enough to really feel the effect it has on them. Hands clutching his shoulders for support shaking slightly, breath fast and lips slightly open. And their heart is pounding a mile a minute.

The electricity between them sizzles as they stare at each other, for just a moment, star struck.

Dreamer swallows.

Resolution.

“Hey c-can I-”

He doesn't think, he reacts on pure instinct leaning forwards and capturing their lips in a kiss. It's sweet and far too short for his liking, he pauses for a second as they breath, feeling their heart race beneath his touch. Just a second. Then they both immediately dive forwards again, pressing more fervently into the kiss. They gasp for air but don't stop, hands gripping his shirt. The soft “oh” they let out between kisses melting on his tongue was the sweetest thing they've ever made him taste on Elegy.

Suddenly realising what he's done he pulls back, half stammered apologies caught in his mouth. But before he can drag any of them out, they cut him off.

“Why did you stop?” They ask, eyes not leaving his, searching for something.

“I didn't ask, I wanted to but I just acted and-” he panics a little but their hand on his stops him.

They carefully raise his hand to their chest to rest over their heart. “I was about to ask myself, and if I wanted you to stop I would have. I promise.”

“Okay.” He whispers before almost disbelievingly adding. “You like me.”

Dreamer bites back the urge to argue just for the sake of it. “That's not normally how confessions go, Corvus.” They chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

The lines between his brow furrow immediately, “I can do it differently if you'd like.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” They squeeze the hand they're still holding. “Just to check you, uh you do like me too right? In the romantic sense?”

He nods emphatically. “Very much so.”

“Good.” They fidget with his fingers, keeping their gaze on his hand as they fight off the goofy smile spreading over their cheeks.

He watches them, perfectly content to have them with him like this. Magic lighting up at their presence and touch.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Please.” And he pulls them in to meet his lips once again.

#redacted spoilers #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fandom #fanfic #fluff #confession #redacted corvus #redacted asset #My brain just chomped down on him and refused to let go until I wrote something #*kisses him kisses him kisses him*-#chews on him lovingly #i truly dont know why my brain went yes you but here we are #now to put him in my fairtale AU oh no oh dear #scarscribbles

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mintypegasus · 11 hours ago

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Thanks for the tag @missmullet !

What’s the origin of your blog title?

AO3 gave me the name Minty(some kind of animal) when I first started my account. Mint is my favourite colour, so I kept that. Pegasus because I was playing DDV at the time and had literally just unlocked a Pegasus companion lol

OTP(s) + shipname(s):

Klance and Sambastian are my main ships but I have other ships within the fandoms

Favorite color:

Mint

Song stuck in your head:

I've been scream singing Bow Down by I Prevail all day, so that one lol

Weirdest habit/trait:

I usually read/edit out loud using an accent. It helps me focus. I used to do this when I studied too

Hobbies:

Reading, writing. I play video games from time to time. Long walks on the beach lol (but actually, I try to get out to the boardwalk at the beach at least once a week weather permitting). I'm also making an attempt at art but I haven't done art since high school, so it's very slow going

If you work, what’s your profession?

I work in the insurance industry

If you could have any job, what would it be?

I really wanted to work in a museum. I even majored in archaeology and minored in classics (and technically anthropology) in uni. Then life happened lol

Something you’re good at:

Cooking. And I'm a decent baker, depending on the recipe lol

Something you hate:

House hunting! Also, adulting in general

Something you collect:

I don't really collect anything right now. I do look forward to getting more fandom merch in the, hopefully, near future

Something you forget:

Sooooo many things! Thanks adhd brain. If I don't write it down, ive probably forgotten

What’s your love language:

I haven't really thought about it, and haven't done any quizzes, but probably quality time

Favorite movie/show:

I don't really have a favourite of either tbh. I love a long list of comfort shows (vld, b99, supernatural, atla), not so much movies though. Basically anything that's nostalgic

Favorite food:

probably pizza

Favorite animal:

Cats, which I realize are really kinda generic. It was more specific when I was a kid, I loved tigers

What were you like as a child:

Very quiet, shy, kept to myself, spent most of my time reading

Favorite subject at school:

History and biology

Least favorite subject at school:

Math and chemistry

What’s your best character trait?

I'm pretty accepting of most things*

*it will be dependent on the thing of course (fuck bigots) but for the most part...

Whats your worst character trait?

My social anxiety. It often stops me from reaching out to people for months or responding to texts for multiple days/a week because I don't want to be a burden (which I know I'm not but still, ya know). It even stops me from joining chat conversations

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I mean, I'd love to finally have a house lol but, really, no

This was fun! I'll tag @inkstainedheartbeats, @loadingboy, @comfortlesshurt, and @exoticlittlebird and anyone else who wants to join :)

Get to know your mutuals!

Got tagged by @wishfulsketching! Let's do this~

What's the origin of your blog title?

I honestly can't remember but it's been the one that has stuck with me the longest.

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s):

Zaundads and Jayvik (Arcane), Hartwin (Kingsman), BayoJean (Bayonetta), Hankcon (Detroit: Become Human), Cherik (any rendition of Xmen foreverrrrr)

I was trying to remember which were my oldest and it's a toss up between Zelgadis/Amelia (The Slayers) and Xena/Gabrielle (Xena: Warrior Princess)

Favourite color:

I'm an all shades of purple kinda gal but I do love me a teal from time to time.

Song stuck in your head:

This one specific rendition of Malagueña Salerosa

Weirdest habit/trait:

i fucking love eating freezer ice

Hobbies:

the usual reading, gaming, cross stitching, writing, drawing i used to do archery and i miss it so much...

If you work, what's your profession?

my family and I run a bakery/cake shop (I did the math the other day and I make 24 cheesecakes a week)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I'd like to think there's an AU version of me out there that's a published author. That or a funeral director cuz funerals here in Spain fucking suck.

Something you're good at:

My mother often said I'm a good problem solver so I'll go with that.

Something you hate:

'proship DNI' culture

people who yuck people for their yum in general

The commodification and girlbossing of Persephone's myth.

No wind in the air. No even a breeze.

Something you collect:

I'm quite fond of the collection of NMBC Sally merch I've acquired throughout the years.

Something you forget:

to call my dad

What's your love language:

i'll throw hands in a parking lot

Favourite movie/show:

Movies: Rocky Horror Picture Show, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Kingsman, Into the Spiderverse, Death Becomes Her, Blazing Saddles, Millennium Actress

TV: The Venture Bros, (Go Team Venture ✌️😭) Interview with the Vampire, Haunting of Hill House, Arcane, Twin Peaks, Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Favourite food:

I could eat ramen forever.

Favourite animal:

octopi and bears reign supreme!!!

What were you like as a child:

"She's so good! She barely makes a sound!" was something I heard a lot growing up. I was fiercely shy but liked that people found me funny so I leaned heavily on wanting to make people laugh. I enjoyed my own company and my imaginary friend was Basil of Baker Street.

Favourite subject at school:

English lit. I remember when it finally clicked and how much I enjoyed picking apart the themes and symbolism.

Least favourite subject:

German. My teacher said that since I was already bilingual i was just too lazy to learn another language.

What's your best character trait?

I do like making people laugh

What's your worst character trait?

how i express my anger

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I really wish my grandfather was still around.

ALRIGHT! time to tag!

@glitteryrainbows @ballowvalence @poltergeist-punk @artknifeandglue @silcobrainrot

#tag game

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rnangopantsu · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @vasirah and @szarrspawn

The rules are: Shuffle your On Repeat playlist and share 10 tracks, then tag 10 people so off we go!

1. Resilience - Pierce the Veil 2. I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy 3. J. CHRIST - Lil Nas X 4. Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski 5. The End. - My Chemical Romance 6. We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross 7. Shared Trauma - Pierce the Veil 8. I Wish You Were A Girl - 12 RODS 9. Pass the Nirvana - Pierce the Veil 10. Damn the Man, Save the Empire - Pierce the Veil

i've been in a PTV mood lmao. i'm really obsessed with their latest album and i wish i could see them in concert.

feel free to ignore if tagged :) @haml3t @halfd3af @frecklebinches @wardencommanderdita @miragecode

#mango.rtf #tag game #i haven't been tagged in one of these in so long #also muah to all the people i tagged #and muah to my wife and my wife who tagged me

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written-in-knife · 3 months ago

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Hi! Can I request a platonic relationship with Crowley or Crewel? For example, they adopt a reader (officially on paperwork, or emotionally) and suddenly the reader just falls through some portal and ends up in another world. And Crowley/Crewel just *dad panic, -1000 nerve cells*. At the end all is well and they reunite!Another point, you didn't ask for it, but I'll say it (sorry). Put two tags in your fanfics "TWST × reader" and "Twisted Wonderland × reader" (put both at once) so more people will see you!

Watching and Waiting

Parental!Crewel & gn!Reader

Fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort? a single sentence of a little hurt/no comfort at the very end sorryy

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That tip does actually really help and I will do that from now on, thank you! I really love the idea of the staff pseudo-adopting the main character, but I'm OBSESSED with Papa Crewel. And to demonstrate, I'm going to get completely carried away with this prompt! HERE WE GO!

When it came to the student body of Night Raven College, Crewel had a certain level of fondness for all of them. He was strict, of course, he wanted nothing but to see them succeed, but there was a little bit of pride he took in every class. Diligent juniors who'd been with him for a handful of years at this point, most of whom exceeded his every expectation and the rest who at least performed the required tasks with the skills he'd taught them. Flighty but extremely talented sophomores who managed to impress him at every turn in one way or another. Even the freshmen, a group of troublemakers to be sure, but malleable, sharp minds that just needed to focus up to learn the material and they'd be well on their way to excelling in his class.

Then there was you.

Crowley had called a staff meeting to explain the situation to the teachers once you and Grim had proven yourselves worthy to become two halves of a whole student. Trein had asked if there was an active search on figuring out a way to send you home to your own world, and Crowley responded with a very flippant yes that left a sour taste on everyone's tongue. Once it was announced that you had been placed in Class A, Crewel's homeroom, he silently vowed to keep an eye on you. Just that. A magicless student in a magic academy in a world they were not at all familiar with felt to him very much like a wounded puppy being circled by vultures. He wouldn't treat you any differently, of course, you were simply a few steps behind and needed someone watching your back whether you knew the eyes were there or not.

So he watched. He watched as those friends of yours extorted you when you were at your wits end with Grim, he watched you struggling with Grim. He watched you in the second-hand uniform with hastily stitched repairs that was at least a size too big and getting bigger on you as you were not being provided with enough money to feed yourself and Grim AND repair your dorm. He watched as you tried to make Ramshackle habitable, and he watched as you over-extended yourself to put an end to Riddle Rosehearts and Leona Kingscholar's overblots. And when he watched you in the nurse's office just laughing off your injuries the day of the Spelldrive tournament, Crewel decided he was done watching.

It started small at first. He'd discussed with Trein about what subjects you were struggling in, not surprised to hear they were all magic based subjects, then held you back after class to offer to tutor you in those subjects under the guise of wanting all his pups to succeed. Which he did, of course. You agreed to the after school tutoring, which Grim very loudly refused to attend. Every other day after school, you met up with Crewel his classroom to tackle some subject or other more in depth while he graded assignments, and before you left, he would hand you a large container with food in it.

"This is cutting into your dinner time, is it not?" He explained when you asked about it. "I'm not a monster, I wouldn't expect you to go without eating all night."

"You don't have to go out of your way, Professor." You sighed, too hungry to deny the free food.

"Hardly. It's leftovers from last night," a lie, but you didn't need to know that, "I won't miss them."

Crewel caught you back up in your subjects fairly quickly, you were a diligent student. As the days went on, he watched some life return to your face until he could no longer find that ravenous look deep behind your eyes. He started setting a portion of his salary aside and bringing it to Sam, telling him to keep it for when you came by to purchase anything, giving him a little extra to not tell you where it was coming from. He felt a little swell of pride in his chest when he heard you bragging to Ace and Deuce about your grocery run being paid for. He was comfortable with this, happy enough not watching you wasting away and seeing you beginning to thrive in this school. He knew you could hold your own after handling two overblots, so he knew you could handle yourself against the Octavinelle trio when they came for your dorm. And of course you did. He felt that swell of pride again, stronger than he felt for his other students. Then again, his other students didn't have to fight nearly as hard as you did. Before he left for the winter break, he left a parcel on your doorstep that contained a thick pair of gloves, a fur lined hat, a cashmere scarf, and an old brown fur jacket of his. He worried it may not fit, but he refused to leave you to freeze while he was gone. He left a note in the box on top of the items.

"A small reward for your hard work this semester. Enjoy your holiday, you earned it. D. Crewel"

When he came back from the winter break, he was disappointed to find your school uniform in worse condition than when he left, a jacket sleeve hanging on for dear life, poorly patched holes in the knees, one of your shoes peeling away from the soles. He refused to let that go on any longer than it needed to, bringing you to Sam's himself to get you fitted for a new uniform. When you tried to insist that you could pay, Crewel insisted that it wasn't necessary, citing that he couldn't have any of his pups looking less than their best for the upcoming culture fair. When you tried to bring up the winter clothing he'd left you, he brushed off your thanks with a wave of his hand.

"We can find something more suitable to your style before your next winter." He insisted as he gently adjusted your tie. "I couldn't have one of my best freshmen freezing to death while I was gone, could I?"

Despite being caught up to the other students in your subjects, you still came by after class, more often to gossip over whatever meal Crewel had brought with him than to study. You told him about what happened over the winter break, and how the Octavinelle trio actually ended up helping you out. You told him about Ace and Deuce showing up after everything had been resolved, how they got there by train and boat and foot because they had been so worried about you. You kept him up to date about how your dorm, finally at least clean and presentable, had been offered up for the SDC group headquarters. He occasionally had gossip for you, making you swear not to spread anything around before he would tell you anything. It was usually student gossip that was being spread around anyways, some spat in Savanaclaw, an Ignihyde student locking down a portion of the school website to blast photos of another student doing something embarrassing, and so on. He wouldn't admit it to a soul in the world, not even you, but you were swiftly becoming his favorite. Remarkable grades for someone who didn't even know the Great Seven at the beginning of the school year, the admirable bravery and kindness it took to stop five overblots in their tracks, you were impressive. That feeling of pride in his chest eventually never left.

When the Ferrymen came to remove students and take them to Styx, when he heard two of his students were injured, he sprinted down to the nurses office, feeling a bit shameful in the amount of relief he felt that you were not in one of the beds. When you did show up to check on your friends, he patched up the few scrapes you did have and insisted you didn't do anything rash. He knew how much you'd grown to care for Grim, but you had to leave this to the faculty. He was already boiling with rage at the injuries Ace and Deuce had sustained, if Crowley wouldn't handle this, he'd figure out a way to handle it himself. He should've realized that would be your mindset as well. He was furious when he heard you'd gone off with Rook and Epel to find everyone that had been taken, but more than that, he was afraid. He was afraid you wouldn't come back, and all he could do was wait and watch. When you did eventually come back, Crewel had an entire lecture planned for you, explaining how reckless and irresponsible it was to go running off with Rook and Epel to find Styx like that, how you could've been injured or worse, how he expected better from you. You took it like a champ, fully expecting the lecture before you even went after Rook in the first place. But you were safe, everyone was safe, that's all that mattered to you. You could sit through one lecture. When Crewel finally ran out of steam, he stepped forward and put his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look back up at him.

"I'm glad you're safe, pup, but don't you even think of doing something like this ever again."

"Okay, Dad."

You both froze, but for different reasons. You couldn't believe you slipped up and called a teacher dad, you were extraordinarily embarrassed. Crewel on the other hand was putting a name to exactly what that feeling of pride in his chest is every time he sees you succeed. You may not be his by blood or by law, but you are his. He ruffled your hair and sent you away with an order to rest up after your adventure.

You still came by his office after school, raving about a good grade on a history test or complaining about Grim and Ace getting you and Deuce in trouble in Vargas's class. It felt much lighter than when you first joined him in his office at the beginning of the school year, you had been so tense back then. You eventually took to calling him Dad on occasion, mostly when you were teasing him about something or other. He'd never imagined himself as a father, but he supposed at some point he had decided you were his kid, even subconsciously. It was probably the day he'd decided to stop watching, as soon as he closed that distance in his mind, you became his child. He wouldn't admit it out loud to you, or anyone for that matter, but he did consider you to be his family at this point.

In the meantime, Crowley had been actually, finally, working on a way to send you home, mirrors now lining his office, portals in the frames to different places in Twisted Wonderland, a few that go beyond but not correctly. Not to your home. Crowley had confided in Crewel that he wasn't sure he was going to find you a way home before the end of the school year, not sure what to do with you since they couldn't keep you on campus. Crewel offered up his home in half a heartbeat, more than willing to keep watching over you over the summer should it come to that. They were discussing the logistics of it in Crowley's office when you came into the room, stepping off to the side by the wall when you realized they were speaking, waiting your turn. You were standing in front of a large, full body mirror that nearly reached the ceiling in height when the door slammed open again, shaking the walls, Riddle scolding Kalim for opening the door so recklessly as the rest of the Housewardens filed in behind them. They all got a front row seat to watch the large mirror at your back teeter back and forth for a second, then topple forward and on top of you before you could even realize to dive out of the way. The mirror shattered when it landed flat on the floor, no sign of you underneath. Despite that, Crewel ran to it, enlisting Leona to help him lift it, desperately hoping to find you injured but alive. Find you there. But the only thing below the frame were the splinters of glass, now just reflecting the room instead of a swirling portal.

You were gone.

Crewel nearly throttled Crowley to get any information about that portal that he could. All Crowley could provide was the number he'd written on the back of the frame, a three, and suggested there may be others with that number. Other mirrors had recognizable names on the back, Clock Town square, Fleur City waterways, Scalding Sands outskirts. A few also had numbers, three ones, a five, two busted mirrors with a four on the back and the word dangerous, two had apparently been so uninhabitable that he tossed the mirror out entirely. He explained that he wasn't sure where the numbered mirrors led, they were not familiar lands to him. The ones all led to the exact same spot in a field of flowers he'd never laid eyes on, nor had you upon bringing one back, the five led to the inside of a locked room with lettering inscribed in the walls that you didn't recognize from your world. Three had led to a bustling city street. Crowley had led you through it once during his investigations. You recognized the area, but it was wrong. The way you'd described it was that it looked like three major cities from your world had been mashed together, and the lettering on the signs was unlike anything you'd seen. It wasn't home, but it had given Crowley the idea that he'd been getting close. Crewel sent the Housewardens out of the office at the explanation, and no one argued with his tone, the group of them too shaken by watching their friend disappear before their eyes.

"Bring them back." Crewel snapped as soon as the door closed behind the students.

"I'm sure they're fine, Divus, they even said themselves that it was similar to their home--"

Crewel grabbed him by the lapels on his jacket and dragged him back over to the shattered remains of the mirror. "Similar is not good enough, Dire." He snarled at the man. "You swore you would send them home, not abandon them in another unfamiliar place. Now, it is my pup that is lost as a result of your negligence and you will bring them back here, or so help me, I will--!"

"Alright! Yes, I will work on getting another portal open to them, but it will take time." Crowley agreed, if only to soothe over Crewel's rage. "It took months to find something that resembled their home the first time, and I haven't managed it again."

"Then I guess you had better get started."

The waiting was by far the hardest part. Every day for the first two weeks he would stop by Crowley's office to make sure he was working towards getting you back and to see if there were any developments. There were none. He was there in that office every day he didn't have classes, trying desperately to open the right portal. He and Crowley had told the Housewardens not to say anything to anyone yet, not wanting to worry the friends Crewel had watched you make. After the first two weeks of waiting, they could no longer keep it from Grim. Surprisingly enough, after telling him the news, Grim decided to stick close to Crewel in his free time. He's quieter now that you're missing, knowing he can't do anything. And Crewel said nothing. Azul and Riddle offered Crowley their help in creating portals to try to bring you back, Crewel almost had to threaten him to let them help. Eventually, when news finally spread about the reason behind your disappearance, Malleus came by to offer his assistance as well. It had been four weeks at this point, the five of them working together had managed to open eight new portals to places they didn't recognize, getting rid of every portal that led to another place in Twisted Wonderland to make room for the portals to other worlds in case one of them led to you and they just didn't realize it yet.

The waiting was agonizing. Crewel would, more often than not, end up sleeping at his desk in his office after staying too late with Crowley making portals and having to stay up longer to grade assignments. His office felt so quiet without you inserting yourself every day, he'd gotten so used to grading papers while you talked to him about your day that it was now hard to focus on it in the silence. But he had a duty to all his other students. So he kept teaching, training his other pups correctly lest they stray in his absence. But even the students noticed the change. He was quicker to anger, more harsh in his grading which they didn't think was possible, less tolerant of even the smallest mistakes. Trein had to pull him aside one day, three weeks after, to tell him he needed to take a break, that students were confiding in him about Crewel's behavior. He knew how he was acting, he knew how exhausted he was, but how could he be expected to stop when he knew you were out there somewhere? His kid was missing somewhere so far out of reach that finding them was, at this point, down to a shot in the dark, how could he be expected to take a break?

Four weeks had gone by with no sign of the portal you'd gone through. Riddle had dropped his appearances down to just the weekends, Azul had stopped coming entirely while claiming that he had to focus on the Lounge, Malleus returned every day like clockwork to try to find his dearest friend, but even he was starting to lose hope. Crewel still spent every waking moment that he wasn't fulfilling his role as a teacher on finding you. He had to drag Crowley back into the search a few times, and they'd fought about it more than once. Crewel, exhausted from lack of sleep and daily accumulation of blot, would shout at Crowley for not caring nearly enough that one of the students was missing, not caring enough to put his all into finding them again, how it was just like him to think his problems were solved once you were out of reach. Crowley would argue back that he was doing all he could, but he couldn't drop everything to look for one student when there were hundreds more to look after. They were in the middle of one of their arguments when Riddle stepped out of one of the portals, a medium sized vanity mirror they'd hung on the wall.

"Excuse me, Headmaster?" Riddle called out, causing the men to stop shouting long enough to listen. "You said it was a city street corner, correct?"

"Neon lights and the smell of the ocean, yes." Crowley nodded, crossing his arms.

"I believe I found it."

The two men glanced at each other quickly, silently agreeing to set aside their differences for the moment, and rushed forward to the mirror, letting it pull them through to the other side. They stepped out and landed on a cracked sidewalk atop a hill, neon lights reflecting off the puddles on the road, cars rushing past. Looking back, it seemed their portal had manifested in the window of a shop, the display inside blocking anyone in the store from seeing them suddenly appear in the street.

"This is it." Crowley confirmed before turning to go back through the portal. "I'll go see about getting a search party together and we can--"

Crewel didn't wait for him to finish, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting your name down the street. There was barely any chance you stuck around on this road for four weeks, but he had to try. He didn't notice Crowley step through the portal again, and he paid no mind to the people watching him shouting your name like a mad man. He had to try. They'd found the connection, they'd come this far, you were within reach again, he couldn't just give up now. He wandered down the street, still shouting your name. The sun was setting on this unfamiliar world, he didn't want to risk not being able to find the portal home again for fear of not being able to lead you to it, but he couldn't just give up now. He ran a hand through his already messy hair in distress, eyes darting frantically around at the faces that were passing him by. Where would you have gone if you left? He didn't want to even entertain the idea of the worst having happened. The sun had disappeared below the horizon and his voice had gone hoarse from yelling when he heard it. He wasn't exactly sure what it was over the sounds of the cars rushing past and over the puddles in the road, but it made ears perk up. He looked around again, spinning around to try to find where it had come from when he heard it again, across the street. Your voice.

"Dad?!" You shouted over the rush of the cars, absolutely beaming when he finally made eye contact.

"Pup!" Crewel nearly collapsed in relief, he could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Hold on, I'm coming to you! Just stay there!" You shouted back, bouncing in place for a moment before disappearing into the crowd.

He felt the anxiety take hold again once he couldn't see you anymore, but you looked fine. Healthy, not injured, fed, even from a distance he could tell you were okay. He took his moment alone to thank the Sevens for that, if nothing else.

"How did you find me?!" You asked through a laugh as you emerged from the crowd and approached him.

You met his hug with equal fervor as he pulled you tight against him, the relief of having you within arms reach shattering any remaining decorum his sleep deprivation had left him with. He didn't hold you long, however, pulling you back by the shoulders to examine you. He was right. Healthy, not injured, not starving. A little dirty, bags under your eyes, but those could be fixed. You were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"We've been looking for you for weeks, Pup." He admitted, shoulders sagging under the weight of the relief. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I tried to get back through the portal but it must've closed behind me." You chuckled as you showed him your knuckles, cuts scabbed over now. "I got pissed off and punched it. I'm just glad I didn't get arrested for breaking the window, honestly."

"You and me both." Crewel shook his head, thinking it just like you. "The mirror shattered when it hit the floor, that's why you couldn't get back. You don't look like you've been sleeping in alleys, at least."

"No, I found a shelter to stay at, and I've been coming back here every day to wait for someone to come get me." You explained quickly. "I'm so glad you came."

"Of course I did." He sighed, putting a hand on top of your head. "I wasn't about to leave you here."

"Thanks Dad." You said quietly, stepping forward to hug him again. He held you close, rubbing your back as he did. "Can we go home now?"

"Yes, Pup. Let's go home."

Upon your return to Twisted Wonderland, while you were greeting Riddle and Malleus who had just been waiting for you to emerge, Crewel finally realized he could put words to the worry he was feeling during the waiting.

He didn't know how he was supposed to say good-bye to his child once Crowley finally found the right connection to send you home.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #divus crewel #papa crewel #twst crewel #crewel #professor crewel #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #i actually have no idea how to tag this one yall #mine #sorry I haven't put anything out in a bit it's been a wild week lmaoo anyways enjoy!#edit: reading this back six weeks is a long damn time so i switched it to four lol sorry

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vaguely-concerned · 2 months ago

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thinking about how deeply lucanis' life has been defined by a lack of control of that life -- as he himself points out, even before the ossuary went and carved the headline out again with big bloody letters. of course he reacts badly to losing what little control he did manage to construct for himself even within those circumstances.

(namely: experience has taught him that things (caterina, loss, pain, love, all horribly and indelibly intermingled) will happen to him whether he wants them to or not and there's nothing he can do about that... but he gets to decide what's let in or out of his soul as it happens, even if he has to close it all down and deaden and numb himself out in the process. (even if that means he drifts further and further away from illario, who's been desperately reaching out and trying to keep hold of him until he finally gives up completely and tries to cut the bond all at once when lucanis doesn't seem to reach back anymore.) it's such rare well-observed freeze logic solidly constructed from the bottom up, I'm still so impressed with it.

the way illario seeks constant external means to cope with caterina's abuse and importance in his life -- he can't win her admiration or acceptance or warmth (or like. acknowledgement even, at times :') ), no matter what, so he goes out and finds those things in others and then disdains and dismisses it for how easily and falsely it's won from them. he plots, he conspires, he tries to beat her at her own game however clumsily, he tries. lucanis doesn't try things that way. he's not about 'how do I improve my situation' by nature, he's 'how can I stop this from getting worse'. he avoids, he internalizes, he hunkers down and makes himself nothing until the pain maybe ends. he's fundamentally not a plotter, he's a reacter. an expert assassin pantser, if you will, to illario's clear and stated exasperation fhsak. man I love them. illario says 'get us out of here!!! if you loved me as I love you you'd help me get us out of here before it kills us both', lucanis says 'there is no other place, there's nowhere to go, all we can do is endure. and if it kills us... well, that's just family. that's what love is (the way things are headed I'll die first anyway so it's fine I won't have to face losing you)', and they're equally baffled and hurt by each other's POV. but they're both right, and they're both wrong. there's no 'right' way to deal with caterina's treatment of them, or their situation. the house always wins, if you pardon the expression. house dellamorte still stands and that is what matters to caterina in the end more than anything.

it also fits so well b/c like... their core wounds are that illario is the least favourite and is constantly dismissed, so he has to prove to caterina again and again that he matters. not even that he's worth love or respect or warm regard, but that he's here at all and as such should be considered. he has to shout 'in case u forgot I EXIST!!' at the top of his lungs or else be rendered nothing within the family structure (and himself, because it's all about family, that's all that really matters. in some weird twisted way I think caterina openly declaring him before all the other crows to still be of house dellamorte -- and no one from house dellamorte kneels -- is kind of a victory for him, as much as it's also a furthering of a prison sentence and public humiliation. house dellamorte brainfuckery goes hard.). lucanis is the favourite, and it's the double-edged sword that he gets all the affection and attention but also all the control and impossible expectations. drowning under all of that constant stress and close evaluation, his brain whispers 'I don't exist' to try to escape, to hide and hold on to the deep parts of himself that are crucial to life but not part of the perfect grandson caterina demands of him as the price of her love.)

I think a lot about how what seems to disquiet lucanis the most post-ossuary (as it would anyone with that psychological makeup) is the dissolving of internal boundaries and control he's been relying on, which is part of what spite symbolizes. his anger and reactivity has seceded from the union to the point of personification as a little guy (a little guy he resents and fears for his unpredictability and invasions into regions of his psyche he wishes to stay frozen and barren, and yet cares about deeply, loves! and also constantly dismisses and frequently helplessly lets down unless he's helped to learn to do otherwise. does this remind you of another relationship in his life, perhaps. it makes me feel nuts to think about the illario/spite parallels thanks for asking), and now that little guy is out there running the show freely the moment he glances away or closes his eyes. literal nightmare scenario I feel for him so deeply. so much of his coping is predicated on being able to Not do or feel or want certain things, and that's out the window now, Spite has Opinions. Spite refuses to stay wisely in place even if that place is hell on the logic that if you move you could find yourself in a place that's even worse, somehow. Spite actually wants to experience the world, however fucked up and scarring the way he arrived here, not just endure it. Spite means he has to face that maybe illario wasn't wrong all those years, at the same time as having to admit and face what illario has done to him, and figure out what to do about any of it.

anyway. mary kirby ma'am that's some good fucking metaphor work. thank you, and sorry about all the shit that happened

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #lucanis dellamorte #illario dellamorte #dragon age meta #back in the dellamorte boys posting mines. feels good to cry about them it's all so fucked and they love each other #very stupidly and badly but they do. lucanis would rather die than lose his cousin and he'd never make it happen by his own hands #anyway. shoutout to the worst take I ever saw in the tag that lucanis reacts worse to the city choice #because he's 'used to thinking he's important and that what he cares about will be prioritized'. I have. a microgram of understanding #because I think it was a post from someone who likes neve a lot and was tired of people shitting on her over the city thing (understandable #but wow. ok. I don't think you could have gotten that one more wrong buddy that's almost impressive.#that's the worst anyone has ever wilfully missed the point possibly. that not even subtext can't stop you 'cause you can't read #when someone is so wrong you're insulted you have to continue through life with their idea registered in your neurons #I didn't vagueblog about it then b/c I don't find that productive most of the time but here we are. hopefully the sands of time #have settled enough that the person never sees me tag rant about them even though their take was dogshit #I just need to let the annoyance out of my brain where it's been seething for like five months now lol #long post #anyway. mary kirby hit on something with this character I've never seen done before. and i love him #I literally wrote all this out from the moment I got out of bed. I haven't even had breakfast yet.#truly I have no control of my brain at any time it just. does shit and I have to live with it. why yes. there might be some.#personal resonance for me in this subject matter. do not look at me or perceive me please

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