#(seriously i could talk for so long about fairy tales)

[bluestone-dragon]

MARGARET ROGERSON HAS A TUMBLR??????

[ybklix]

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

★ pairing: ceo!leeminho x fem!reader

♡ part 3 (part one, part two) 𓂃 ࣪˖ part four

✦summary: You wanted to believe that after exposing each other’s feelings, you were in for a fairy tale tinted in the prettiest pink, until you get to know Minho's true colors and try to hold on, in the end, both of you are very different.

✭ content - tags - warnings: smut / sugar daddy / dom!possesive minho / needy minho / fluff / unprotected sex / fingering / teasing / oral sex

word count: 9.5k

( updated masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ )

That confession had come so genuinely and sincerely from you that you almost found yourself trembling once your tried to rejoin the crowd to continue celebrating Minho. You looked at him as he held your hand and walked you back to his party located in the huge, beautiful grassy grounds. You couldn't believe you liked someone, or at least the way you like Minho, you were crazy about every part of him and after the most ruthless act you can appreciate, comes with him one of the cutest and tenderest smiles you've ever seen, your new obsession was his tender laugh that made your body warm in seconds.

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?” he whispered in your ear.

You watched him, his brown eyes sparkled and he looked at you with a tender smile, lifting his cheekbones and hiding his upper lip slightly, showing his cute front teeth. You nodded, you could tell he had a nice time and enjoyed the reunion created by his friend.

After hours, night fell and little by little the guests said goodbye to Minho, leaving only him, Hyunjin, you and the rest of the staff who were carefully cleaning the tables. You managed to drink your last glass of champagne before they cleared everything away and turned to see the man you liked standing a few yards away from you, his hands inside his pants pockets and looking off into the horizon as he talked to his friend.

“So you finally decided to stay with y/n, good for you, she was too good to waste her potential in sites like that” Hyunjin commented without measuring his words.

Minho smiled after nervously telling him that he saw himself with you, together. After a disastrous breakup, he was once again feeling the excitement and care of wanting to be with someone. However, hearing his friend remind him of some of what he was trying to ignore and overlook, like how he met you, was when his pleasant gesture vanished from his face and he tensed his jaw a little. Hyunjin noticed it instantly and managed to remedy himself.

“I mean I bet she's smart and pretty too…”

“She is” replied Minho seriously, remembering your long journey before meeting him, studying and working at the same time, but now that you were with him, Minho would make sure you lack absolutely nothing.

“You're welcome” Hyunjin told him amused squeezing Minho's shoulders trying to relax him a little “if it wasn't for my serious meddling problem, I would have never intervened in your life and you wouldn't have met her.”

Minho let out a chuckle and looked slyly in your direction.

“Definitely the kind of girl you would want to be with, very you” Hyunjin added looking at Minho seeing you, “but what would your mother say.”

Minho turned to look at Hyunjin, serious, but with some amusement on his face; Hyunjin looked at him with a look of shock and humor because they both knew what it meant, Minho had a long record of doing things that didn't please his conservative mother, until he dated Soyul, daughter of powerful and wealthy family; once Minho started dating Soyul, his mother believed she was finally getting her only son back; his mother adored her and even tried to persuade her son to forgive her, that little slips in relationships could happen, he didn't consider it so, he couldn't marry and give his life to someone he knew betrayed him and felt dirty being with another man.

“A 20 year old middle class college girl will be the reason for her death” Minho let out a laugh.

“And she studies arts, if that angered my parents, imagine yours” commented Hyunjin.

But he didn't care, as long as you were his, the rest didn't matter to him. After some more small talk, Minho thanked Hyunjin for the evening and said goodbye, approaching you, ready to go home with you. You drank alone, a little shy of interrupting the conversation of men.

“Don't drink too much, I want you to remember this whole night” Minho said to you in a mischievous tone, taking the cup from your hand and looking at you the only way he knows how and puts your weak knees.

You smiled broadly at him showing your teeth and narrowing your eyes, he pulled his body dangerously close to you, who on impulse you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving them resting on his shoulders, almost jumping towards him, almost as if you had missed him in that period he was away from you; there was nothing else you wanted more right now than to feel being in Minho's arms.

“Let's go or I'll start to forget” you told him with your chin and eyes raised to look at him, close to his face.

Minho circled your body, watching you and enjoying your closeness.

“Let's go then, princess” he whispered to you.

He handed the cup to an employee and took you by the hand to walk to the parking lot, where he opened his car door for you and finally drove. This time he would make sure to be all gentleman for you from now on, Minho just wanted to be there for you, devotedly devoted to you, that's how intense he was, either he was not interested in you at all, or you were his whole world.

“Do you want us to go home already or do you want to do something… it's still Saturday night and you still look beautiful, if you want to do something fun…” spoke Minho once he took the road towards the city.

You smiled at him, not sure he could see you because he was focused with his eyes straight ahead and driving, you found him incredibly attractive doing the slightest thing that, if it wasn't for car armrests separating you, you'd be jumping his lap to feel his hard worked firm legs press against your butt and thighs. You always loved his side in profile and watching him take the wheel, you knew it from a week when you barely knew each other. You thought about how short the time passed, how in a week ago he seemed to disown you and now he was taking you in his car asking you what you wanted to do, telling you he would do everything for you, it seemed unreal how time treated you, still it helped a lot that you saw each other every day, you couldn't get enough of him, every day he had something new, Minho was quite a mature man, he would tell you the news happening in the country that he read on his phone while he had breakfast, but you were more of reading only the shows and celebrities section, or when he told you about some article he read and informed you every detail about it while you sat on his lap before moving your guts, you softly murmur to him “ah really?”, sometimes you didn't understand anything, still you loved to hear him talk. And not to mention the sex, for you everything was new with him, you felt like a first timer, each orgasm was stronger than the previous one, your experiences with college guys were nothing compared to what he made you feel.

Minho watched you for a second as you shook your head still with a smile plastered on your face.

“No?” he said in amazement, “Well I guess you want that kind of fun then” he added more mischievously.

You leaned on to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek which made Minho blush and smile.

After several songs on the radio later and Minho's small talk about every aspect of the party, you finally arrived at his house. You didn't want to let out a sigh in excitement, but you were excited, you were addicted to Minho and you weren't ashamed to admit it, there was no one in the world who knew how to touch and please you like he did.

You walked in a little tired, Minho had to pretend to be nice all afternoon, you had to smile all the time being the pretty girl intertwining Minho's arm all the time, you didn't want to, you felt kind of weird, but he wanted it that way, introducing you to everyone he knew as “a special friend”, you weren't upset at all by the term, at least Minho decided to be honest and not call you his girlfriend still, besides that was before he confessed to you that he really liked you. Curiosity invaded your body… thinking also if Minho was treating you with exclusivity, only touching you, not seeing anyone else and what it would feel like to really be his girlfriend, why someone like his ex-girlfriend would waste such an opportunity.

“We can watch a movie if you want” you turned to him, seductively playing with the opening of his jacket.

Minho saw you, smiling.

“I'll go take a shower, do you want to join me?”

You smiled, so far you hadn't had sex in the shower and you were so excited just thinking about it. You accompanied him to his bathroom where, he helped you take off your clothes, gently sliding that dress over you, he pulled down your panties and as if by magic every time he got close to you, your area was already incredibly sensitive. Minho admired your naked body for a few seconds and began to undress himself, he was just beginning to raise his enthusiasm, he knew perfectly well that you wanted to be fucked while the water ran down your body. You admired Minho's body and the swollen cock you scream for every day, you couldn't help it, you could do it with him every day anytime, it would always be a great experience with him.

“Do you like your water hot, warm…?” spoke Minho approaching his shower room.

“Mmm a little hotter than warm.”

“Just like you. Hotter” he replied.

Minho smiled, putting the water to run, little by little little vapor coming out from it, he walked towards you and took your waist joining your bodies together, you were surprised to feel his erection pink on you and he kissed you slowly, once again you wrapped your arms around his neck and Minho slowly decided to let his kiss escalate into something hotter and hotter, introducing his tongue and moving his lips provocatively against yours, while his hands traveled one to your ass squeezing it and the other tracing your waist until he reached your breast and played with your nipple. Your breath began to come in short gasps and your legs began to give out on you in seconds with just a kiss and the friction of his growing erection against your abdomen. You didn't want to look so needy only you so you decided to lower your right hand to his penis and start pulling and stroking it subtly, Minho moaned loudly at the feel of your hand while sucking on your lip, he stopped kissing you for a few seconds enjoying your touches while you looked at him proud that he is giving in too.

“Fuck, yes, it feels, good, keep doing it kitten, your strokes are so gentle” Minho gasped closing his eyes tightly and licking his lips as he bites them.

You lowered your other hand to him and felt his rigid length, slowly masturbating him, Minho was so desperate, the sound of the water falling and of friction of his member being pleasured, he had to come back to reality so between a long sigh he said:

“Let's get you wet…”

You looked up as you were for a moment watching closely the way your hand was moving on his big cock, you smiled sideways as that was double entendre, although you were already in itself wet and horny.

“Not like that, let's go to the shower honey” he laughed softly.

You let go and walked into the hot water, making you startle a little as you felt the warm sensation on your naked body. You both laughed, pulling your bodies together so that the pressure of the water reached out to wet you both. You raised your gaze to Minho and let out a giggle again as you saw his hair flattened by the shower and as he pushed his long hair away from his eyes. Minho grabbed your arm and moved a little away from the direct stream, letting it fall on your back and ass, and he kissed you again, this time more desperate, kisses down your body, you could not even respond, he suddenly took full control of your body and pleasure once again, you gasped in astonishment as you suddenly felt it and the temperature of the water running down your back suddenly felt ten times hotter.

You struggled to breathe, the steam enclosed the place and your hot breath didn't help at all, you looked down, finding Minho with his face buried in your pussy, his jaw moving with effort to get the right spots stimulated and his straight nose bumping against your skin; you were feeling so good that you started to lose your balance and had to lean on his shoulder, trembling; Minho started to thrust you with his fingers feeling the tightness of your soft lubricated cunt walls, Minho was crazy about your moans and feeling your insides, he could cum just fantasizing about having you.

You were about to reach your peak, panting harder and harder indicating it, until you felt nothing, all your load suddenly stopped, feeling Minho stop what he was doing, you looked at him confused and with a slight pout on your face as he stood up again, you were soaking wet, and not from the shower water, you were ready to explode in orgasm and give your sweet juices to your very “special friend”. Minho smiled softly at your discontent and leaving you sexually frustrated, he held your waist and leaned you back against the wall a little roughly, he couldn't take it anymore, his cock was about to explode too if he didn't enter you, you understood instantly and wrapped your legs around his lower torso. Minho awkwardly took his sensitive cock letting out a groan and positioned it at your entrance, slowly pushing it further in letting out a sigh, almost as if he could finally breathe.

You watched brazenly as his length pushed into you leaving you breathless once you felt it hit your deepest spot, once all the way inside, you looked up staring at him, Minho had an expression of being slightly concentrated and had his mouth half open, with his gaze lost on your neck and lips; within seconds he started to move, feeling you slowly being ruined by his big cock, no matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn't adjust to his size and still you worshipped him madly, it was the best part. Minho began to forcefully thrust his cock into your cunt in a fast and frantic rhythm as he held you tightly by your ass and thighs. You tried to maintain his intense eye contact but you couldn't, you were lost in the myriad of sensations, pleasure, desire, pain, as you rested your arms on his shoulders and played with his wet hair.

“Look into my eyes while I fuck you” he ordered unexpectedly in a husky voice.

You wanted to enjoy every movement by closing your eyes and rolling them but suddenly following Minho's directions turned you on more and staying obedient in a task you found difficult made your body temperature hotter. Each stroke enveloped Minho's cock, feeling his every inch of your wet pussy, he could fade there in your arms if only you knew how you made him feel. Minho had stopped feeling intensely for quite some time now, until you crossed his path.

You couldn't hold it back any longer and dug your nails hard under the back of his neck as you let all your tension finally release, sighing vigorously and cumming with your lover's cock still inside you, which he soon did too, releasing himself into you, grunting and exclaiming in a harsh voice “fuck” as he filled you with his cum.

The rest of the bath was done shyly and a little awkwardly, helping to put shampoo in Minho's hair, laughing as he complained dramatically and screaming that you were treating his scalp roughly, just Minho being him.

As you left wrapped in towels, you noticed a distinctive bag from one of the most famous lingerie brands on Minho's bed, confused you turned to look at him since you hadn't noticed it when you entered his room minutes before. Minho noticed your look and said,

“I ordered it for you when we were at the party because I did think you would stay, you should have more pairs here just in case. I had them washed, don't worry.”

You approached towards the big bag shyly trying to process everything he had said, thinking how come he could bring these things up and be one step ahead… normally a simple guy would be like 'oh yeah, we fucked and I forgot those little details that comes with once we're done'; but it wasn't just any guy, it was Lee Minho. You felt like you were in TV drama series, the rich guy always taking care of the girl.

“Thank you” you murmured shyly to him and pulled out the set of comfortable but sexy silk pajamas.

Minho finished before getting ready, putting on his comfortable pajama pants and a simple white t-shirt, then he saw you, who still wasn't finished, he approached you with a pure and tender look, he didn't know how to explain it but it was something that overwhelmed him and grew more and more every second he spent with you.

You watched him approach you, thinking how cute he looked wearing simple pajamas loose to his body, normally you saw him well dressed but now he was so relaxed in his own room ready to go to bed, you didn't think he could look any cuter.

You were putting moisturizer on your legs and you felt Minho sit on the bed.

“You should live here” he said suddenly.

That sentence made you stop your activity and you looked at him incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief.

“We've known each other for how long...”

Minho sighed in annoyance, he wanted to have you all the time, he knew it was a big step, but, he just knew he didn't want to be alone, he just wanted to be with you.

“It doesn't matter it's just that” he turned to look at you with his big eyes almost pleading, “...this house is too big and I don't want to feel lonely, I want to be with you.”

You didn't know what to say, but for a second the curiosity to know everything behind that sentence won you over.

“You lived here with your ex-girlfriend?”

Minho denied softly with a frown.

“No, I moved out immediately, you gave this house meaning.”

You sat down next to him, placing your hand on his in a no brainer, again you were speechless.

“You don't know me yet, what if I'm too messy for you” you joked.

“You could never make me hate you...” he blurted out suddenly with a submissive look and a subdued tone, looking you straight in the eye.

You blinked perplexed by the sudden rush of feelings inside you, you couldn't explain it, it wasn't excitement, but it was something physical and at the same time internal, Minho had to watch what he said and all those little acts he did with you or... you thought you might end up falling in love. Minho took your hand and directed it to his cheek, closing his eyes enjoying your warm touch, you had never held Minho's face like that and it suddenly felt so good that you had to put your other hand on his cheek, stroking him softly with your thumb.

“Then let me live in your apartment" he added in a soft whisper with a small sweet complicit smile.

You smiled, how could he talk nonsense, you couldn't imagine Minho living in an apartment smaller than his closet and kitchen, the idea of him in a place he didn't belong seemed funny and out of place for you.

“I need you, y/n” he continued, opening his eyes and looking at you in a way that melted everything inside you, “I'm crazy about you.”

Minho lowered his gaze to your lips and came closer to kiss you, you accepted him surprised, following his slow pace; you didn't understand how he could say those things while you looked with your wet hair unbrushed and without a drop of makeup on you, but he sounded so sincere that it made you question so many things... he could live tasting your lips always and every part of you, this time he was in no hurry at all and wanted to enjoy every second of the thin skin of your lips.

One thing escalated to another and Minho gently placed you on top of him, positioning your knees on either side of his thighs and intensifying your kisses, in which you were more and more breathless and sighing against each other. All this felt so intimate that you could predict that if he fucked you it would not be about that kind of hard and rough fucking you usually have, but about making love again. He roamed your body running his hands under your blouse, he loved touching you and feeling every part of you with his strokes.

You parted for a moment, catching your breaths and looking at each other's slightly swollen lips.

“Fuck me again” he almost begged.

Minho held you by the waist; you let yourself fall gently onto his lap feeling his bulging erection, you swallowed somewhat nervously, wanting to make it so nice and smooth that you didn't want to ruin it. Minho needed you, he needed you one more time only so he could breathe, he could beg you just now if you decided to play with him and refuse.

You slid his pajamas and underwear off making him moan, and there it was, one of the many reasons how Minho's body reacted when it came to you. You sighed trying to remove your pajama shorts and pushed the fabric of your underwear aside, inserting his cock in your cunt once again, you moaned at the new contact in a short span of time and moved up and down slowly with the help of Minho's grip, both of you panting; you hugged him and leaned your head a little on his right shoulder, thinking about how fucking good it felt to belong to him, as if you were joined together like puzzle pieces. You also thought about again feeling his bare cock unprotected and how that could lead you into a very big mistake, a fucking child under the zodiac sign of leo, a spoiled attention seeker and impulsive little fucker, just like your relationship, you thought, which would somehow ironically be the perfect creation of both of you.

[...]

A few moments later you both had a movie marathon in Minho's mini cinema room, you couldn't believe he had a room just for that, you expected it from your friend who studied cinema but not from him, a simple rich man... suddenly you remembered Felix, feeling wrong and a bad friend, plus you hadn't talked about what happened “that” day when you stupidly told him you liked him... but putting it in retrospect, you felt completely different about both confessions, when you told Felix and when you told Minho, you didn't want to think about it, you were hugely avoiding the problem.

But it didn't matter, you felt so comfortable in Minho's strong arms just now that you ignored your thoughts. You were leaning against his chest, hugging him. Minho smiled as he discreetly checked the time on his cell phone, he leaned his head over you more and whispered sweetly “Happy birthday” you stirred a little from his chest and looked up to see him a little confused.

“It’s past midnight so, happy birthday, y/n” he spoke again sweetly.

Once again you thought that if he kept being this sweet and tender, you might end up doing something fatal like falling in love...

“You still haven’t told me what you want for your birthday...” added Minho.

You grimaced thoughtfully, eliciting tenderness from him; you truly hadn’t thought about it... you didn't know what you wanted, if you had never met him, you'd be spending a sleepover with Hari and partying the rest of the day with her and Felix.

“I don't know... I can’t think of anything material” you replied.

Minho raised an eyebrow in disapproval. But you really just wanted to be with him.

“You're sure? I can give you anything.”

You smiled amused and decided to joke about the situation, it was amazing how easily he said it and that you knew perfectly well that he wasn't joking, yes he could get it for you.

“Mmm well... will you give me a car?” you commented with false enthusiasm.

“I’ll buy you three,” he said with a smile and a serious manner.

“I wasn’t serious, please don't” you said in mild panic.

Minho let out a soft chuckle.

[…]

The next morning, you woke up so comfortable in Minho's big bed, you had slept so well, curled up on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body. You were about to get out of bed when you noticed that Minho was no longer there, but he quickly came in with a big smile and already dressed up, looking more handsome than yesterday, you thought.

“Good morning, do you want breakfast in bed or do you want to go down for it, princess” he said approaching you.

You looked at him still not fully awake, causing him tenderness.

“I can come down” you spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Okay, go on, I cooked for you. Oh and pick out what clothes you want to wear today, I'll send share it right away.”

Minho came up to you and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek making you surprised and blush.

“Do you feel 21 already? Be all big girl for me in a while” he said, winking at you.

[…]

You spent the whole afternoon together with Minho, usually you didn't plan anything special on your birthday but he made it special this year, he took you out to do activities on a relaxed Sunday, you visited open places and explored cute locations, all the stuff of a date.

However, your best friends kept insisting that you should do their little tradition every year which consisted of spending it with them and two cakes, one bought, nice and pretty, and one experimental baked by Felix, that used to be your favorite.

Felix's call puzzled you too much, luckily you were comfortably at Minho's house, while he was doing some things and you happened to be without him around. You swallowed nervously and answered.

“Finally I can hear your voice, happy birthday” Felix said from the other side of the line with his characteristic thick voice that surprised you a little, you had a while since you haven't heard him.

“Thank you, Lix.”

“So, what are we doing today? Can I see you today?”

Oh no, you thought, you had told Hari all about it, about how you wanted to spend your day with Minho, but you couldn't tell Felix. You thought for a few seconds, looking towards Minho's direction where he left a few minutes ago, you didn't want to, you didn't want to leave him alone, but you didn't want to leave Felix either.

“Mmm I'll be with my parents” you lied, as the only feasible option.

“You'll be going out of town?” he quickly replied in astonishment.

“No, they'll be coming to my apartment.”

“Ahh then you'll be at your apartment.”

“Yes...” you replied hoping he wouldn't decide to suddenly show up at your door.

“Okay” he suddenly said cheerfully which weirded you out, “I'll see you tomorrow then, okay? Happy birthday.”

He said then cut off, you found his tone so unusual, you knew he was up to something, he wasn't good at hiding things. And the truth was that Felix had insisted to Hari to organize a surprise party for you since he wanted to see you and have a nice time, Hari disagreed since she knew perfectly well that you would be with Minho all day, since, you told her a few moments ago via text message, after she wished you happy birthday and asked about Minho: «I think this is getting serious», scaring your friend in a good way, but feeling bad for Felix.

She couldn't lie to Felix, she didn't have time to make up an excuse by saying you would be busy, and just used the old excuse that you would be with your parents; Felix knew that in a way you lied to him since yes, your story matched Hari's, spending your birthday with your parents, only Hari said you would be out of town and then you confirmed that you would be in your place. So Felix immediately called your friend and excitedly told her that they could still have the surprise party at your place with the help of your parents if only Hari would distract you for a moment, plus she was the only person who had an extra key to your apartment, to which she shouted “No!”, they didn't have to involve your parents, so finally Felix got caught in the lie.

Hari had to confess to him that you wouldn't be at your apartment evading saying the reason why you would be busy, Felix was so confused that he wanted to know what was really going on, so he insisted on hosting the party anyway at your apartment, making Hari finally give in. Meanwhile, Hari had to beg you to come to your apartment, that she wanted to see you right away and spend your birthday together with her, even though deep down, it was Felix manipulating her.

Felix spared himself in asking why you were not at your place on a Sunday and besides on your special date, to his knowledge, you had no other close friends to celebrate with, but he didn't have to ask Hari, he would soon find out by his own means, since you fucked, he noticed you weird and if that was ruining your closeness, then he was willing to forget it and continue to be your friend.

On the other hand you saw Minho come out of the hallway from which he lost his silhouette for a few minutes while he was busy with something, and returned to you with a smile and two elegant little boxes.

“Happy birthday” he repeated, handing you both boxes placing them in the palms of his hands.

You smiled softly at him and took both boxes, assuming they were jewelry and indeed, in one of was a nice thin golden ring with details of small diamonds embedded and, in the other, a silver ring with small differences in the design.

“I don't quite know if you wear gold or silver so I brought you both” spoke Minho trying to act cool.

You looked at him with a smile and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. I think with my outfit goes the silver one.”

Minho let out air in a soft laugh and helped you put it on your middle finger.

“How did you know my ring size?” you said in amazement as you noticed it fit perfectly.

Minho drew one of his tender, complicit smiles, lifting his shoulders; he was more attentive to your details than you thought.

[…]

Hours later, you didn't want to bother Minho by telling him that you had to go to your apartment since Hari insisted on seeing you; to which he sweetly offered to be there with you if it didn't bother you, to which you replied “of course not”, you were excited that Hari finally met Minho in person, and not under a random picture that Hyunjin sent her that time when she was handling your 'dating' account.

Your friend had two choices, either you walked through that door alone, or you did it together with Minho. You were nervous on the way in wishing your apartment wasn't so messy, or that Minho wouldn't find some detail, still, you were excited because once Hari left you could fuck him in your bed, it was fun just thinking that you could do it everywhere, this morning you did it in the kitchen after you ate the delicious breakfast he prepared for you, you both still had so many parts and places to discover.

And, to the bad luck of the three of you, to Hari, Felix and you, you entered together with Minho through that door.

“Surprise!” shouted Hari and Felix at the same time as they came out from behind your couch.

But it was indeed a surprise, the smile of the three of you vanished as each of you saw each other and for Felix, as he saw you enter with another man, who was very familiar to him, Lee Minho. Felix didn't understand anything. The only one smiling there, was Minho not knowing what was going on.

“Happy birthday… y/n” Felix approached you with unsure steps without clearing his gaze from Minho. “We haven't spoken well since that day” he hugged you.

Minho immediately caught the tone he used when he remarked “that day”, what day… what was he talking about? Minho looked at you tensely, he couldn't help but get ideas and jealous in milliseconds when it came to you.

“Ah, Yongbokkie, what are you doing here?” greeted Minho with a smile while squeezing him by the arm, a little harder than usual. “Why didn't you attend my birthday yesterday?”

You gave Hari a dirty look for not warning you that Felix would be there, but suddenly Minho's tone of confidence towards Felix surprised you more than the party itself; you had completely forgotten that they knew each other, and that they greeted each other that night at Hyunjin's hotel.

“What are you doing here?” replied Felix reluctantly in disbelief.

Minho blinked innocently with a small arrogant smile on his face as he noticed the sour tone in which Felix, a junior to him, suddenly spoke to him.

“I came with y/n” he said proudly.

“What… since when do you guys even know each other?” spoke Felix again.

Felix had so many questions, his mind didn't understand how it was possible for you to suddenly hook up with Lee Minho, you didn't live in the same area, there was no medium which could connect you directly, plus he was much older than you.

“Since when did we date?” suddenly blurted out Minho, grabbing your waist, he found it amusing to play a little with the poor boy in distress, but his smile faded as he remembered that the way you met was not something you proudly explain out loud, Minho continued, provoking Felix, “She works for me and then we matched on a blind date, I guess destiny really wanted us together.”

You looked incredulously at Minho, why would he say you were dating, he never asked you to be his girlfriend, and poor Felix opened his mouth in astonishment, suddenly he went from knowing everything about you to knowing nothing. It couldn't have been a worse day for him, his heart broke trying to process everything that was going on.

“Let's eat cake, or gimbap, it's y/n's favorite” Hari interrupted hurriedly.

The air was too tense, Felix tried to calm down and saw the similarity of the two, between you and Minho, he came to the conclusion that you were both little bastards. Felix couldn't hate you and he hated himself for that, because he should be bitter, you fucked him and told him you liked him and then you ignore him and suddenly you show up with another man, what the fuck were you playing to? Felix knew Minho well, his Lee family was pretty close with Felix's Lee's; Felix's older sister had a huge crush on Minho but he never reciprocated, he thought it was odd that he reciprocated to you, to someone much younger than Minho, Felix thought the idiot liked them young, though last thing he heard it was that, he broke up with his long term girlfriend and was single, until you came along.

Minho kept looking at you tenderly while you blew out your candles on the cake after singing happy birthday to you, he decided to stop the childish nonsense behavior and focus on you, although he couldn't deny that there was that tingle of annoyance in him when he noticed Felix's negative attitude, Minho knew how to instantly recognize another jealous man, it was obvious that Felix was and, if he was like that, it was because there was a reason, for the moment Minho didn't want to give the matter a second thought because he knew he would go crazy and lose his mind when he found out that you could have been with Felix before him.

Hari was trying to soften the atmosphere, which Minho quite liked, he liked your best friend so much that he almost forgot that she is or was also part of that shady place where he met you, as Hari was currently with Chan, another close friend of his. After eating, Minho asked you softly where your bathroom was, to which you answered that it was down the hallway, to the left, and when he went into it, he could not help but notice that in front of it was your room, since the door was open. Curiosity flooded Minho and he slipped in without anyone being able to see him, he smiled as he breathed in the nice scent it had despite being a little messy, you had clothes on your bed, on your desk chair, shopping mall bags still on the floor and your closet open…. yet he inspected every detail, he had liked your apartment, you entered through the door, to the left was the small kitchen with its countertop, off to the left was the narrow laundry room; in the short entrance hallway was another closet, opposite the entrance was your living room decorated with bookshelves, your TV, and through the window diagonally to your living room, your dining room and finally to the right, the narrow hallway leading to your bedroom and across from the bathroom. Still, he thought you were worthy of a larger space, where all your clothes could fit and not be cluttered… and then, on your desk, a picture of you and Felix, smiling in what appeared to be a theater, Minho grimaced, thinking that he must really be special to you since you had no other picture of anything or anyone.

Minho came out and spent some time talking to Hari, while Felix remained silent, thinking he had to talk to you, but alone. Once it got later, you saw them leave, not without Felix first confirming in a serious tone that he would talk to you tomorrow, making you nervous and reminding you that you were upset with Minho.

You closed the door and turned to see Minho annoyed, he was standing behind you, with no expression until he saw your face and raised an eyebrow. You tensed your jaw and ignored him, heading towards your room as you tried to remove your earrings, you were so angry you weren't thinking straight.

“You need to leave, now” you told him curtly turning your back on him.

Minho immediately reacted offended and followed you, you didn't want him to be there so you wanted to push him away from your door, but he was through reaching his arms out towards the door frame.

“What happened now, why are you upset?” he also replied somewhat defensively.

You raised your gaze looking at him, mad again.

“Why? Why did you have to say I'm your girlfriend, you never asked me to and you lied with that blind date thing” you exploded suddenly, without thinking too much, maybe it was just because of the heated moment and seeing Felix's hurt look after Minho told him that tactlessly.

Minho let out a laugh unable to believe what he was hearing, he had been holding back his annoyance, but now that you decided to let it all out, he had to as well. Minho raised his eyebrows in annoyance looking down at you with authority from above and ran his tongue along his cavity, causing you to recoil until you touched the edge of your bed, confused and a little afraid of his reaction.

“Why does it bother you so much if that boy knows whether we're going out or not, huh? You fucked him, didn't you?” he yelled angrily at you, his hands on his hips and the vein in his neck standing out, his eyes widened further, that wasn't all he had to say, “So what if I lied saying how we met, or do you want the whole world to know that I met you being a fucking whore?”

You stared into his manic eyes as your breathing became heavy, that last one had hurt you, he was right, he had the right to be ashamed of how you met; you didn't want to see him anymore, he had never yelled at you like that, you dropped onto your bed, staring at the floor, suddenly you wanted to cry.

“And of course I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to be mine and if you plan to reject me, then tell me now and I won't waste my time” Minho ran his hand across his jaw annoyed diverting his gaze to your window.

You couldn't speak, your heart was pounding, you thought about how he wasn't even your boyfriend yet and you were already fighting and he felt ashamed of you, how the fuck was something like that going to work. You really liked him but hearing the truth hurt too much, maybe you will always be different? You raised your gaze to see him, your eyes slightly crystallized, Minho sighed in exasperation as he noticed the silence and knew he over opened his mouth, once again he said hurtful things and confirmed it when he turned to see you, sitting on your bed looking at him with glowing eyes and a slight pout. He felt horrible, he would never forgive himself for leaving you like that; why did he have to be himself and be aggressive to the one person he wants to take such good care of in the world.

“Y/n, I…” he tried to remedy himself.

“Just go away, Minho. Get out of my sight now” you sighed tiredly and sadly and cut off eye contact.

Minho denied softly and knelt down in front of you seeking your gaze.

“Don't be like this please, it's your special day” he tried to cheer you up, as Minho didn't know how to apologize, “Let me make it up to you, yes?” he tried to take your chin, but you rejected him, you wished he would get away from you because once close, you couldn't think straight, “You shouldn't be like this… I will make it up to you so much…” he whispered softly running his gentle hands down your naked thighs under your dress.

You hated yourself so much, you wanted to hit him and push him away, he had called you a whore to your face and now he sought to please you, you thought if you weren't something else for him to take his sexual discharge with… but it would be hypocritical of you to blame him, because you adored every touch of him that you couldn't let his hands leave your body.

“Minho, don’t…” you whispered a little excitedly placing your hand over his that he was slowly stimulating your clitoris through the underwear fabric, that morning he had told you to walk only in your underwear under your dress just for him.

“What do you want huh…?” he murmured seductively with his mouth half open concentrating on making gentle circles over your spot with his fingertips, “You want me to stop… to go away… just say the word and I'll do it in a second.”

You couldn't speak, you were already so aroused that you moaned at the feel of his fingers at your sensitive entrance. You wanted him to apologize. And as if Minho read your mind, he took your hand and positioned it on his cheek.

“I'm sorry” he said sincerely looking at you with his huge sharp eyes, “Please forgive me, y/n.” he whimpered.

Minho didn't want to let you go, he would beg for you if necessary.

“Let me show you how sorry I am” he said leaving innocence behind and slowly slid your panties over your legs, once again caressing your wet pussy.

Minho grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him, lifted your dress and started eating your cunt.

[…]

You had never felt so nervous in college, not even in your final exams to how you did now. At any moment Felix could appear and want to talk.

You cautiously continued your classes and it wasn't until after lunch when Felix fixedly summoned you to talk on a bench near his faculty. You were nervous and felt strange.

Felix had overthought it, he loved you so much that if you were happy… he would seek his own happiness too.

However, his thoughts were more structured and mature than with what he was about to tell you, what was in his mind did not match his mouth, his heart had betrayed him.

“I just want you to tell me you love him, say you love Minho and only then can I back off.”

Felix cursed himself for saying it that way, he didn't want to sound aggressive, he had a rehearsed dialogue to say, but it just didn't work for him.

You looked into his eyes. Nothing. you felt nothing but guilt; you wanted to cry, to beg the universe that if it had always been Felix you wouldn't be suffering. It was never in your plans to be that kind of girl, that no matter what she did, she would end up hurting someone, much less had you planned to meet Minho but… you couldn't stay away from him; you didn't know if it was love, he and you still weren't on good terms since yesterday, he only fucked you to try to remedy it but he left you more ruined, especially his sweet after sex care.

“We just… we just started to date…” you said without thinking.

“You're dating him without being in love?” interrupted Felix and for a second he wanted to ask what bothered him the most, are you dating him for money?

Felix wasn't dumb, since a week ago you wear nicer and more expensive clothes, your countenance shines more, you stopped working the rest of your part time jobs.

“I… I can't leave Minho.”

“Why?” he asked.

Why, you asked yourself.

[…]

That afternoon you had to follow Minho to another of his meetings, you still didn't talk to him properly, you just said “yes, no” and ignored him every time he tried to tell you something. It wasn't him, you thought, it was you, you were hurt by Felix, and it hurt you that you liked and needed him so much, that's why you hated falling in love; somehow or other he had to hurt you and nothing could be as nice and pure as you wished it could be.

When you were waiting for Minho in the waiting room, the first executive came out of the room, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye but your face lit up when you saw that it was someone you knew, he also recognized you instantly and approached you to greet you. During your second semester you mistakenly took an economics class taught by him, Yang Jeongin, it was really a system error that you couldn't fix, a guy who was supposed to take economics was taking the art history class, while you were stuck in Yang’s class; you had no choice but to tell Jeongin and take his class, which he found quite funny and helped you credit his subject so it didn't affect your GPA.

Jeongin sat next to you and you began to chat comfortably, finally you could forget your anger and sadness for a few moments.

“I guess you did decide on some economics then, so well did I teach?” mentioned Jeongin as she saw you there, dressed smartly with a portfolio.

You laughed softly.

“Oh no, I work as an assistant.”

“Ahh, from whom? From knowing you were looking for that kind of job I’d hire you right when you finished the subject, never hurts a little extra help.”

Your smile faded a little, as you earnestly said his name.

“Lee Minho.”

Jeongin made a grimace that you found amusing.

“Good luck with that. He's got a reputation.”

And just as he said it, your short period of laughter and relaxation ended as you saw Minho walk out with a bunch of other men, he quickly approached you without saying a word, just looked at Jeongin heavily for seconds and then looked at you.

“Well, I have to go, Jeongin, it was nice to see you.”

“Same, anytime, cutie.”

You stood up from the sofa just like Jeongin and Minho watched him leave with his gaze glued to every step he took. Then he turned to look at you, once again with that manic look from yesterday. Minho dragged you away taking you by the arm, leading you to a private place.

“You know Yang Jeongin?” he spat raising his eyebrow.

“Yes…” you tried to answer without giving him importance and driven because he grabbed your arm tightly and started acting weird.

“Why do you know him? Did you fuck him too?” claimed Minho to you.

You opened your mouth in surprise, you wanted to claim so many things to him, how is it possible for him to get like this with a minimal interaction with a man and if he never plans to let go of your past, believing that you fucked every guy he sees you with. You didn't want to waste your energy and didn't answer him.

“Tell me, tell me now” he yelled and then almost whimpered.

You wanted to ignore him but from his anger he went to a second to looking listless, worrying you a little. This was completely ruining Minho, it wasn't enough for him to fuck you, he wanted to live under skin forever.

“I never fucked anyone but you on that stupid app, you were the first and the last and I'm sick of you never letting go of the fucking thing” you approached him annoyed.

Minho tried to catch his breath, he was feeling too much in such a short time he didn't know what was wrong with him, he had never been so obsessed and without thinking he hugged you, feeling your body for the first time after a few frustrating hours of ignoring him.

[…]

Finally it was Minho's birthday, you wished things weren't as they were now… the two of you didn't talk about anything, he just left you at home making you feel empty, why couldn't he communicate what he felt, you thought, what bothered him so much after you told him the truth, genuine and the one he wanted to hear so much.

You were determined to talk to him once you got to his office, which you were heading to, after you finished your classes, but the ringing of your phone interrupted you, it was exactly him.

“Yes?” you replied.

“What exit you take usually when you're on your way to work?”

You frowned in confusion and looked in front of you.

“By the east parking lot?” replied Minho, to which you were surprised he knew the answer, “Turn around.”

You did it slowly and there was his car standing a few yards away. You hung up, you saw him get out of his car, looking so handsome and radiant as if nothing of the last few days had affected him, you missed that Minho so much that you wanted to run into his arms, but you resisted and took your time until you reached him.

“Your boss authorized your day off today” he said sweetly with a smile, “And… I'm so sorry… don't make me feel bad in my…”

“Happy birthday” you interrupted him by placing your index finger over his lips amusedly.

Minho smiled broadly and grabbed you by the waist. You still needed a lot of answers… but seeing him so cute there, you couldn't help it, you wanted that Minho, not the one who suddenly made you cry.

“I have the best gift right now” he murmured on your lips and kissed you, enjoying every second after not doing it for more than 24 hours. “It will only be better if you agree to go with me.”

You looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

“Let's drive to the beach and would you skip a couple of classes early tomorrow morning for me, yes..?” he asked tenderly.

You nodded; but you were about to speak saying you hadn't even prepared so he interrupted you.

“I prepared everything for you in the car. Please take it, I spent hours looking for the perfect makeup and clothes. Let's go now.”

You got in the car, feeling again like your first fleeting and exciting encounters. All the way Minho held your hand, sometimes shifting his hand to your thigh, and finally arriving at his beach house, he sat on a chair and positioned you on his thighs, apologizing for everything he had said and done and harshly explained that… you make him feel in a unique way. You saw him so bad, almost about to cry…you never thought you had that effect on him.

“Don't be like that on your special day” you took his chin and gently repeated the same thing he told you when he was about to make you cry.

Minho smiled sideways, caressing your thighs and kissed you softly… he knew that maybe it was too soon to tell you I love you, so in the meantime he would make you feel his love as much as he can until he feels it's the right time to say it.

Minho squeezed your thighs and intensified the kiss, ready to show you how much he loved you, but the sudden movement of you standing up from his lap surprised him.

“You didn't bring something nice to assimilate you unwrap your gift?” you said playfully.

Minho laughed, of course he had, he wanted to make you his while you wore something nice for him; he stood up and searched through the suitcases he ordered packed for you, pulling out a nice black lingerie set decorated with bows. You didn't wait any longer and undressed in front of him, Minho bit his lip and helped you put on the lingerie giving you light touches like, rolling his hand down your pussy as he helped you put on your panties, squeezing your tits as he helped you put on the top, making you moan.

Minho stepped back a little and admired you.

“But what a beautiful gift” he moved closer to you and kissed you, “you shouldn't have…” he whispered against your lips.

Minho took you by the waist and lift you up to the stairs, to his room, you still didn't process that he had a beach house, the most normal thing in the world for him.

He started kissing you passionately, placing himself gently on top of you, he didn't stop kissing you for a moment, your lips, your jaw, your neck, while his left hand was having all the fun in the world playing with her pussy until it was well wet and lubricated. Minho pulled you up, he wanted to bury his face in your tits as he made you his, so he quickly removed his tight pants, running his hand down his length a little, you were ready to feel it, no matter how much it hurt, as your feelings for him. And he fucked you with your nice outfit on, holding you tightly around your waist making you fall heavily on his cock, taking it all, making you whimper with pleasure. Minho continued until he cummed and stained your beautiful garment.

You were panting non-stop, and no, the best part for you was not the orgasm, but the sweet caresses and words Minho was telling you after finishing sex… that's when you had an answer, it was hard for you to admit it and a little uncomfortable but, there was no doubt that you had fallen in love with him.

You came out of Minho, exhausted and a mess, a couple of minutes later pushing you over the edge; he still with his breath hitching, gently took your body and lay down next to you, putting his arm behind your head for support.

“Did you like it, princess?”

You nodded apologetically with your cheeks red.

“You were wonderful, I couldn't have had a better birthday present” he began to stroke your hair.

“Welcome to thirty” you told him amused.

“Can I be your boyfriend now? I'll treat you very well, princess.”

You were startled, you thought he would never say it, still you commented to him amused:

“Thirty affected your brain, you shouldn't mix birthdays with anniversaries. I do want to be your girlfriend, but let's celebrate the 26th, because when it's October 25th it will only be about you” you said enthusiastically, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

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[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

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[funficwriter]

A Wolf And A Snake (Wriothesley x Reader)

A little dark fairy tale I want to write~

A/N: GOOD GOLLY I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS! First off, let me warn you that this is a multi-chapter story. Each one gets more and more dark, this is just the light stuff (in comparison to what I have planned). I will do my best to have C2 out ASAP, but as I'm a grad student, it might be a while. But be assured that I am very excited for this story, so I'll do my best to write loads for it!

Synopsis: Being a noble meant that marriage was a chess game, not an affair of love. Unfortunately for the pristine Balthazar family of Fontaine, Y/N has long been enamored with love and sought it out before their priorities. After her grey, boring time of courtesy and fake niceness, she meets Duke Wriothesley, who makes her yearn for the first time in her life, and it's the same for him. Threatened by the idea of losing this first, it seems they'll stop at very little to be together...

Warnings for this chapter: Sexist marriage system, yandere Wriothesley, kinda OOC Wriothesley, yandere fem!reader, mention of sexual blackmailing (1)

Chapter 1: A Breakthrough

As a child, you loved reading. Your parents would worry about it, because while being articulate and cultured were good and necessary, you were still a girl of one of Fontaine's royal families. They didn't want you asking questions you should not, but all they could do was limit your selection by a margin you wouldn't doubt.

You liked fairy tales of all sorts. They were so intriguing through several concepts. The one that got the lion's share of your attention was love. So many of your stories ended the same way that made you warm and fuzzy: The girl is reunited with the boy she loves, he declares the same, and they're together forever. How sweet!

When you asked further about love, you'd get one of two answers. The first was: "Look at your mother and father. That's love.". However, it failed to satisfy you; While they were courteous to each other, and even made contact every now and then, they were so... Cold in comparison to your fairy tales. The dissonance could confuse an adult, never mind a child.

The second was: "Love is essentially your marriage! Once you're a little older, you'll have suitors competing for your hand, and one will be your love!".

Marriage. A funny little word that you so desperately wanted to understand beyond the technical definition. Being the daughter of a baron, you were practically raised with the word more than your parents telling you that they loved you. While a baron was among the lower royal titles, it was still a part of Fontainian royalty. Ergo, you had to take marriage seriously. Of course, marrying above your father's rank (cough, cough- A high-ranked Count or Duke-) was a pinnacle of success.

When you came of age, many predicted that you'd fare well. You were quite pretty, and with the elite tutoring you have received, you were poised, graceful... You were ready to socialize not as the baron's cute daughter, but as the lovely young Lady Balthazar, considering suitors.

Only, they missed one thing. That perfect girl I mentioned would care about love, but being a good girl, she'd prioritize standing, finances, power and the like beyond it. While you liked being taken care of, that wasn't enough. You wanted to marry like the girls in fairy tales. For your world being flipped upside down in the most beautiful way. For love.

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"Oh, remember Baron Balthazar's little daughter? She's now a maiden!".

"I saw her! She had truly inherited her grandmother's legendary beauty! I nearly choked when I first saw her-".

"And her mind is just as gorgeous! Earlier, we got to talk about Fontainian literature. I've never met such a cultured girl her age!".

It's not like you hated the praises. The party as a whole was just that: Okay. You met many unwed nobles, each being more shocked with you. With each one, your father beamed a little brighter, your mother squealed a little higher, to the point where you started questioning if there was a time where they were this happy with you.

"The nobles are enamored. Many are Dukes or Counts! This is going better than I imagined!".

Your mother turned to you: "Well, dear? Aren't you happy? Not many maidens have the opportunity to brag about bagging such important persons as you did.".

Again, nothing wrong with the (potential) suitors in particular. Everyone was nice and well-mannered, some even interesting to talk to. You'd love to have such friends, and that was your issue; Your feelings towards them did not go beyond: "I'd like being his friend.". No spark of attraction, no coup de foudre, nothing that could kickstart the feeling of love you wanted to chase, yet seldom had an idea of. With time, this would get boring. Would you really have to marry someone you found boring?

Alas, you knew the answer deep down. Unless the best suitor was also someone you fell for, you'd be lucky to go with someone you kinda liked. As you grew older, you realized that most marriages within your class were business deals, not affairs of love. Your own mother admitted that she married your father to consolidate the union between the two families.

When you were younger, you often asked her if she loved him. She'd say 'yes' without a second thought. Now, as you were heading into this, she'd tell you: "Yes, but what does it matter next to the benefits you enjoy today?".

"Mother, can I please go grab a cupcake? I didn't eat yet.".

"Alright then! Just remember, be sociable and talk as much as you can, and eat gracefully! Just like we said, and-"

"I will, I promise!".

The last thing you felt like was another etiquette lesson. At least you had some luck with food; There was one more chocolate cupcake left, and no one else seemed interested. Perhaps it would cheer you up a bit.

Celestia works in funny ways, though. Just as you reached out for it, another gloved hand landed on its other side, immediately stopping with yours. Despite your hunger, your attention diverted to the silver glove. All the men here were nobles, so he had to be too. You never saw one wearing chains and a wolf as an insignia, of all animals.

"Oh... Forgive me, I-"

Once you heard that baritone, there was no going back. You looked up to see a man quite unlike the preppy nobles you had to entertain all night. His scarred, rough appearance enthralled you more, for it was unlike anything you ever saw. And perhaps it was out of unfamiliarity, but you thought him quite gorgeous in comparison to the others.

"Oh, erm- Good evening, my Lord! Terribly sorry if I interrupted your break...".

"...No, no. It's fine, young lady, you can have it.".

"But... Um..."

The ensuing awkwardness was unbearable, but an idea emerged into your head. You split the cupcake, making sure it didn't crumb too much, then handed him one half: "Here you go, my Lord.".

He revealed a stunned expression, as if seeing something for the first time. Then he smiled and accepted the half. The grin was the most beautiful you saw on a man. It made your heart beat faster, and despite the fall, you felt stuffy and hot in that moment.

Just what the hell was going on?

"Um... May I inquire as to who you might be?".

"Of course, young Lady Balthazar. I am Wriothesley, from the Fortress of Meropide.".

You almost choked upon hearing his name. That's Duke Wriothesley! Is he? When you heard of him, you imagined a scary, much older man who didn't socialize much. On the rare occasion he did, he'd probably be left alone, with no social opportunity. And yet here you were, sharing a cupcake with him, accepting his leaning into you to listen... Among his tousled hair, the wolf ears perked your interest, too.

"I see! Forgive my surprise. It's just that I only ever heard of you."

"Don't worry, I understand.".

He was so... Appealing. You wanted those icy eyes on you. You wanted the excitement, the joy they cause by being posed on you. The only way to do that was have his attention. So you were done with awkwardness for now, and decided to try to chat.

"So, what brings you out on this fine night, Your Grace?".

"As you see, I spend most of my time in the Fortress. I don't socialize much, but I thought I needed a change of scenery.".

"That's good for the soul, I presume. How do you feel about the festivities?".

That grin was going to be the death of you, but better that than boredom. On one hand, you hoped you wouldn't be diagnosed with palpitations by the end of the night. On the other, you'd happily have a heart attack if it meant he smiled at you more.

"I should be asking you that. You're the star of this party, are you not? As soon as I walked in, all I heard was raving about the Balthazars' youngest daughter.".

"But there are many young, pretty girls walking around. Any of them could be the lady in question. How did you know it was me?".

"Accurate descriptions. I also heard the young Lady Balthazar is of the court's most empathetic. One sharing her favorite pastry sounds like that.".

You were having such a good time with him. You couldn't help laughing: "To be fair, I wouldn't want anyone to be deprived of chocolate when it's there.".

It was his turn to chuckle.

Please never stop laughing, or talking, or breathing. Please keep leaning my way. Please keep liking chocolate so we can share. Actually, stay with me for the rest of the night. Oh Focalors, please please please let him send Father a declaration of courting, and let him approve because I don't see a ring and I don't know why I like him so much-

As you carried on friendly conversation, something in you kept the train of thought going. You liked this man a lot... More than many other men you've met. More than any other man, maybe. He was funny, for one. He had no problem eliciting laughter from you. Like all the other nobles, he liked tea and music and engaged in politics. But he asked you lots of questions and heard you out. You even tried detecting a hint of surprise or disgust that you occasionally received, had you talked too much; None was found.

The real sealer was when he liked literature. But unlike the other nobles, he didn't just read the few titles that trended or made a name. He read, and so did you.

"This is the first time I've told someone I like lycanthrope literature and received a kind response.".

"And it's my first time seeing someone be appreciative of lycanthrope artistic culture, especially the books. Have you read Tale of a Toy-Making Werewolf? What did you think of the ending?".

He was amazing. He was awesome and charming and everything good. You were about to voice out your thoughts, until you heard murmurs behind you that maybe were meant to be heard.

"Not to be judgmental, but young Lady Balthazar has spent quite a bit of time with Lord Wriothesley...".

"Earlier she talked with many other fine gentlemen, like Duke Archandelle or Count Evermore... Why is she sticking onto him, of all people? I mean, he's a fine gentleman, but you know how it looks for a maiden...".

"Hehehe! I wonder what Baron Balthazar will think of this arrangement?".

His ears perked up at the gossip, and for the first time throughout your encounter, he scowled. He couldn't do so at them, lest your name gets dragged in worse mud. He liked you a lot, too much to make you get in trouble for him. But by the stars, how he wanted to. After years of stillness, he found someone who just... Understood him. Liked him off the bat, showed promise of the greater bond he's been looking for, for years. Then here comes those stupid 'good, high class girl' rules to halt your interaction.

Celestia, he looks terrifying and gorgeous.

"Listen, if you wish to take some distance, please don't feel ashamed about it. I understand how... Ruthless the rules for socializing are for a blossoming lady.".

"No.".

Your look towards the gossipers barely lasted a minute, as if they were barely worth your gaze. You looked back up at him: "I want to stay with you, but I'm not sure how. Oh. Wait...".

You took off to your mother's, and made it a point to say hi to Count Evermore again, just for good measure. A part of you couldn't believe you were doing this, screaming at you to abort the plan. You could get in trouble if you were found out, but hey, they wanted you to meet men and marry. You wanted to marry someone you loved. Maybe with time, you could find a middle ground, starting with this action.

"Mom, I talked to Count Evermore again.".

"Wonderful, wonderful, dear! Be sure to give some attention to Duke Arya, and-".

"I will, but I might faint from the stuffy air. I just need a minute in the powder room to fix myself up.

She didn't look too pleased, half expecting this: "But you were gone just now.".

"But I socialized, and I will continue once I'm back.".

"Well, alright then. I guess you should take a minute to look nice. Be back sooner than Duke Arya leaves.".

You took off, desperate to find Wriothesley again. You had to entertain a few nobles, but did so meagerly. You didn't want them. You wanted Duke Wriothesley, Lord of the Fortress of Meropide, Keeper of Justice and (not officially but kinda by existing) Advocate for Hybrid Rights.

Speak of the devil, he appeared in your vision again. He immediately lost interest in the art in front of him. You nodded towards the door and took off before anyone else could huddle you up.

Oh. Oh, he got it. You weaseled a way and some time for you. Truly, there's more to you than what meets the eye. He loved how such an angelic-looking, (supposedly) pure noble girl could lie as such to see him. The smirk at the thought did not leave his face.

"I know the roof is pretty private, Your Grace. Let's head there.".

"Actually, there's a stop I wanted to make first. Follow me.".

You both headed off to the kitchen. You were a little confused at the choice. It was still crowded, so you could get caught. He told you to wait outside for a bit.

"Wriothesley! We could get caught here!".

This was far too amusing. Far too much.

"First, you pay more attention to one man over everyone else in the ballroom, during your own coming of age party. Then, you lie to your parents to spend extra unchaperoned time with that man. After that, you call him by his first name in the same night. You haven't ceased to surprise me, little maiden.".

Your first instinct was to be ashamed. He had a point; Your behavior was not that of the pristine lady you had to be. But when you gathered your courage and looked up, he was smiling. Any other noble would either be fuming, ready to snitch on you, or blackmailing you through... Unsavory means. He smiled like troublemakers do when they carry something out successfully.

In retrospect, that's what you were doing right now.

"We will go to the roof, but just wait for me. For a few minutes. Since you got us out, I promise you won't get caught here. I'll be quick.".

He retreated into the kitchen. Your mind barely had the time to entertain scary thoughts of getting caught, because he came back just as quick, carrying a black package. You both took off for the roof.

As soon as you got there, you both sat down. Wriothesley undid the package in front of you. Right before the contents were revealed, he couldn't help his grinning, thinking of your reaction. Just when was the last night someone made him smile this much?

"What is it?".

"Your parents ought to look into better catering for their next party.".

In the box were cupcakes, truffles, cookies and many other chocolate desserts. Dark, white, mild, you name it.

You burst out into laughter, much to his initial confusion. You laughed so hard, you could barely speak, until you caught your breath: "This is the first time I hear of a prison lord stealing sweets!".

He realized the comic element and joined in on your laughter, unsure what surprised him more: The girl underneath the 'fancy' facade, or how much fun he was having. How he missed it. How he wanted to have it everyday. It was clearer and clearer; He could make that happen, if you were his. Once he courted you, (hopefully) got your father's approval and married you, you two could laugh and have chocolate and talk about whatever the hell you wanted everyday. Until you died. Forever.

After you calmed down, you ate and talked more about books. He offered to loan you some from his own library, and you might have just been book buddies. If it weren't for you remembering your mother's 'imposed' countdown, you would have forgotten the very concept of time. What did it matter when you finally felt your heroines' red cheeks, and excitement burgeoning deep within?

"Y/N...".

"Yes?".

Both of you laid down, even if it meant risking your looks. The tiredness that took over your bodies did not stop the bullet-fire chatting between you two. However, his sudden lower tone made you feel special. All through the night, he was your 'partner in crime', and you felt like he was going to let you in on a conspiratorial secret.

"Do you have a private mailbox? Can I have your code, and you can have mine?".

The question. His rough tone. His hair, swept over his face. Above all, the fact that he wanted to talk to you further.

Your little heart burst on the spot.

YES! YES! YES, HAVE IT ALL!

"Sure. But you know, our correspondence would have to be a bit... Er, hidden. Depending on what happens.".

"I'll be forward. I don't think I can carry on without the contact I had tonight. In this one night, I had so much fun, I found what I was looking for for years. I know you found me stealing sweets rather comical, but believe me, I have long renounced petty crime.".

"I noticed. Wouldn't it have been easier to just buy them? Or ask the chef? I mean, you're a Duke, I doubt they can refuse you.".

"Perhaps. Though I'll be honest, I partly did it because you looked so sad when they ran out of chocolate.".

Once again, you laughed. It was such a trivial matter, but it had you thinking; If he cares this much about it, what would he do for greater ones?

He stood up and held out his hand to help you. One more look at the stars prompted his thoughts.

"I'll be sending Baron Balthazar a declaration of courting. While I may be a little different from the other nobles he may be expecting, I am still a Duke, and an important component of Fontaine's justice. I'm sure that will help me. And then... We can meet more. That's a good start.".

"Wriothesley... Please, please do. Tonight was nothing short of magical. If we can make it happen, I'll be the happiest girl in all of Fontaine. And I promise I'll be a good wife, and-".

He chuckled: "Slipping back into your manners, I see."

Only when you made it back and went your separate ways, so as to not cause suspicion, did your heart fill up with your usual boredom and gloom. He was not by your side anymore. Soon enough, Duke Arya gave you his boring talk of how gorgeous you are and his accomplishments. Like all the other men, nothing like Wriothesley. You only saw him once more, where he barely paid attention to you.

If looks could kill, Duke Arya would have been mutilated on the floor. You thought you saw him angry at the gossipers, that was nothing. No, this was all the rage, all the offense that could only be expressed by something beyond human. His hands clenched until a loud 'CLANG!' could be heard across the roof. Wine, glass and a bit of blood fell onto the floor.

"Lord Wriothesley broke a glass!".

"Well, he's not entirely human, is he? I hear... His kind are prone to these things.".

That barely mattered to Duke Arya, and less him. He couldn't have cared less before he started talking to you. Now that he took your eyes, your words, all of you, he was only a bit worse than the criminals at the Fortress. Much later did he calm down and remind himself that one way or another, no man would be crassly taking you away from him.

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself. 

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room. 

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself. 

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin. 

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned. 

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?” 

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you! 

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went. 

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced. 

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative. 

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry. 

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now. 

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show. 

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room. 

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation. 

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought. 

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse. 

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed. 

This would not do. 

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it. 

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though. 

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s. 

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered. 

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth. 

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you." 

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips. 

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room. 

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration. 

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock. 

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give. 

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing. 

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you. 

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender  "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before. 

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[gaily-daily-musings]

There's a man on the steps of his sanctum. He's been knocking for a while now and doesn't seem to be leaving. Stephen Strange frowns. He senses no extraordinary energy from this man. His clothes are plain and simple. The man is the exact sort of unassuming person you would expect to be a trap of some sort. 

“Doctor Strange!” The rapping comes again. There was an underlying sort of pleading, just west of desperation. This, if nothing else, made sense. One did not come to the Sanctum Sanctorum without cause. 

It is about thirty minutes after the man arrives that Stephen finally decides to let him in. Hopefully he didn't do too much damage. He opens the door and steps aside, inviting him in. The man does not look around in awe or wonder the way any other person would when visiting the sanctum for the first time. Instead the man locks eyes with Strange and holds his gaze. 

“My name is Mobius,” the man begins. “Thank you for seeing me. I know you're a busy–”

“Why are you here?” For half an hour Stephen had tried and failed to sense anything about the man. For all intents and purposes Mobius appeared normal both inside and out. Yet still something whispers in the air around him. 

"I want to get to the end of time."

He says it so seriously that Stephen gives a little laugh. “Can't help you I'm afraid.”

But Mobius shakes his head. “It's important. I need to talk to the God of Stories!”

It's this that stops him in his tracks. “The God of Stories?” The one who held the universe together? It was an old folk tale. A nursery rhyme. It wasn't real. Neither was the end of time for that matter. 

Mobius must see the doubt on his face for he continues. “He's real and I'm going to find him.”

It's the sheer determination in his gaze that makes Stephen pause. It was the same sort of determination he'd shown the Ancient One when he demanded she teach him how to use magic. He gives Mobius one last once over. The man had resolve he gave him that, but he was clearly also delusional. Ever since the world discovered aliens and magic were real they'd started to believe anything. Conspiracy theories had gotten more crazy with every year. 

“As I said before, I can't help you. I don't have time to chase down fairy tales.”

Mobius frowns, his stare burning in disappointment. “You're the Sorcerer Supreme. I should think you'd give a little more credence to fairy tales.”

Stephen clicks his tongue. “Be that as it may, you should probably run along now.”

He's entertained Mobius as long as he could. But he had an academy to look after; real people with real problems. 

Mobius gestures to his necklace where the Time Stone used to sit aside the Eye of Agamotto. "Why do you think it's green? Or was, I mean. The Time Stone?"

Stephen raises a brow. What an odd question. "Sometimes magicks take on a certain color. There isn't really a reason why. It just is.”

Mobius smiles gently, like Stephen is the one who doesn't understand anything. "The flow of time is why there is life. Without it we cannot exist. The branches of Yggdrasil are always producing more as the universe multiplies and expands. Time is life. Therefore it is green."

Stephen is silent a moment. It's a pretty sentimentality. But a sentimentality nonetheless. 

“It's alright. I won't bother you anymore, Doctor.” Mobius opens the door and steps out. “Thank you for your time.”

Stephen watches him climb down the front steps. He stands by the doorway, lingering. He's not quite sure what makes him pause. Mobius certainly wasn't the strangest character he's ever met. New York was full of odd people. 

He's about to close the door when he hears a loud screeching. Stephen looks back quickly. Mobius has stepped off the curb and is standing in front of a car headed right for him. Stephen opens his mouth to call out but its too late. Mobius moves, bracing for impact. He closes his eyes and covers his face. 

That's when Stephen sees it. A light flares up and surrounds him, wrapping Mobius up in a protective green layer. The car stops in its tracks as it crashes into the light.

After a moment, Mobius uncovers his head, realizing the danger had passed. He looks up and sees the dented car. He blinks in bewilderment. He then looks down at his undamaged body. He tests his chest and legs as if to make sure he was alright. Then he scratches his head. 

“Mobius!” Stephen appears beside him. Mobius jumps back. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“That magic!”

“What magic?”

He truly had no idea did he? Stephen grabs Mobius by the arm and ushers him back inside. The car driver and bystanders all stare after them. 

“Whoah hey! Easy!” 

Stephen closes the door and whirls around to face Mobius. Without a word he throws up his hands and conjures an energy blast. Shocked, Mobius flinches back. Stephen unleashes the attack. It races towards Mobius as the man once again braces himself. And once again, just as it had before, the green light appears. 

This time it lingered. Long enough for Mobius to open his eyes and catch sight of it. Mobius stares in disbelief. He reaches out as if to touch it, but it dispels before he can. 

Stephen studies the green light as it swirls around and disappears. Mobius wasn't the one controlling it and yet it leapt to his aid. 

“It's a protection spell.” Stephen explains softly. That in of itself was curious enough. But what gives him caution is the signature of the magic itself. Stephen recognized that magic. He had seen it before. 

Loki. 

Mobius waves his hand in the air as if to summon it back. But the air remains stale. Of what significance was this man that Loki Laufeyson had cast such powerful spell? 

Stephen eyes Mobius again. He had missed something. “Who are you?” He asks again. 

Mobius turns to look at him. He offers a shrug. “Just a guy trying to find his friend.”

“And your friend, does he happen to be the Norse God of Mischief Loki?” 

Mobius smiles, his eyes sparkle with  mischief of their own. “The very one.”

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Fairy tale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

word count: 1064

warnings: angsty fluff, self doubt (reader), insecure reader (about her body), kissing.

a/n: hey cuties, this is the first time i’ve written for Bucky, I hope you all like it. REBLOGS and COMMENTS are appreciated!

Is loving someone with all your being enough to make them love you back? Love doesn’t work that way. Neither does life, since reality is no fairy tale.

You try to shift your gaze away from reality which seems to be mocking you.

James Buchanan Barnes, who you had given your heart was knowingly or unknowingly crushing it in his hands.

The two of you got so close so quickly, ever since he joined the Avengers, you felt drawn to him. You were not a member but an assistant to the team, a valued part though. They all respected you. And Bucky? well at first he took time to open up but when he did it felt as if the both of you couldn’t be separated even for a second. Always sticking together, sometimes talking, sometimes listening and the other times just being in each other’s presence.

Maybe it was all too good to be true.

The loud noise of the party seemed to have faded away when all you could hear was the laugh coming from a gorgeous girl who had her arms all over Bucky, as they danced together. She was everything you were not. Everything you wished you were if that’s what it took for Bucky to love you back.

What hurt you the most was that even for a second your heart gave you the false hope that Bucky Barnes might be different, that he might love you for who you were.

Last night when Bucky came to you like a lost puppy, his cheeks red and his lips gracing that soft smile, he admitted to you that he had not danced in a long time.

“What if some one asks me to dance tomorrow, sweets?” His nickname for you, as cheesy it may sound. Bucky gave you the name because he was sure he had never come across a sweeter person.

“Well then you dance with them, silly.” You told him with a giggle.

“What if I embarrass myself? You don’t understand, I haven’t danced in a long, long time.” He admitted with a blush.

“Let’s practice then.”

“Really? You would do that?” Silly Buck, as if he didn’t know that you would do anything and everything for him.

The two of danced the night away. You brushed up his old moves and taught him some new.

“Thank you, sweets. I knew I could count on you” Bucky gave you his signature charming smile.

“Now all I have to do is repeat this tomorrow, which I think will be quite easy” He smirked. And you felt your cheeks heat up, imagining various scenarios of the two of you dancing together in the party.

Oh how wrong you were. Bucky is after all another man, no matter how different or how special he felt to you.

The way he was laughing with her as the two swayed with the music. It broke you but was a much needed reality check.

You sniffled trying to hold back the tears. Bucky with his heightened hearing could hear your sniffles, he turned around to find you in the crowded room. When he noticed the tears in your eyes his heart seemed to have stopped working. Bucky immediately pulled away from that girl and practically ran towards you but before you could see him making his way towards you, you had left the room.

“Sweets! Wait up, what’s wrong?”

Bucky quickly caught up with you. To be fair you were both shocked and confused to hear his question.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did someone say something?“ You took a deep breath before finally giving him an answer

“Am I okay? Are seriously that oblivious or simply cruel James?” You didn’t ever use his first name, he must have messed up. But he truly didn’t know what was wrong. Bucky tried to come up with words but couldn’t form a coherent statement.

“Save it James. This won’t be the first time getting my heart broken, won’t be the first time someone would pretend to be oblivious to my feelings only to find a easy way out. Because otherwise what would be your response? Let me guess, ‘I had no idea you felt like that and that I have never seen you in that way?’ or maybe ‘We are better off as friends, I don’t wanna ruin that?’ Because I’ll always be the good friend whose shoulder you can cry one until you find a better shoulder, a prettier one?” You were full on sobbing at that point, you regretted spilling your heart open and didn’t like feeling so vulnerable in front of someone who might not care about your feelings.

“Sweets… I-“ Without another word Bucky wrapped you in a tight hug. You weren’t expecting that at all.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, trust me it was never my intention. I understand if you choose not to believe me when I say I really didn’t know you felt about me in a such a way. I didn’t think that someone so pure and kind as you can want anything more than a platonic relationship with someone who has such a tainted history.”

Bucky was crying too, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around him.

“I barely feel like a whole person at times, but you always make me feel so calm. I was afraid that I would read into things that were not actually there maybe just in my mind, and you know very well I still don’t trust my mind.”

On hearing that you pulled away slightly and took his face in your hands.

“I pushed away my own feelings because I thought you could never love me back” Bucky confessed.

“Oh Buck, all this while I was trying to do the same.” Bucky chuckled softly in between sobs, thinking about how the whole situation turned out.

“I love you, Sweets.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

Bucky moved his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in a kiss. A soft loving kiss soon turned into something heated and you only pulled away when you were out of breath.

“Will you be my girl, sweets?”

“I’d love nothing more Buck.” You hugged him again, as he held you tightly, he won’t let go of you ever, he knew that in his heart.

Maybe, life can be a fairy tale, sometimes.

[kaaaaaaarf]

hi k! do you have fics that u rec for wolfstar?

HI CECI!! 💖 Boy, do I! I've selected a few that I think are not talked about as much as they should be:

A Brief History of Dragons by @eyra - along with Beneath a Big Blue Sky by the same author, this is my ultimate comfort fic. It probably has the most hits of any fic on this list, but I don't hear enough people talking about it. I don't know how to describe it, other than that it feels like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day. Better In The Morning by BrigidFaye - this is Sirius falling back through the veil six months after everyone thought he died. It's a one shot, it's fucking beautiful and there is a scene that hurts so good. Remus needs a gd hug. It also features a soul mate bond, which we love. Like Real People Do by third_crow - a coffee shop au for people who hate coffee shop aus. Remus has epilepsy, Sirius is raising Harry. It's wonderful, and even has a sequel!

Twin High Maintenance Machines by @behaveddestroyerrating - I can't get through a rec list without something from B. This is technically a WIP but every chapter acts as it's own separate story within a universe. This features maybe my favourite Sirius and Remus of all time. They are both unhinged and in love. It's hilarious. Remus is suffering (and he thrives on it). This is a forever fav and everyone should read it over and over. Drover by @krethes - cowboy wolfstar. that's it, that's the post...it's also extremely fucking hot. It's only 1k so it's a quick read, too. wine of the body and the shape of longing by @greenvlvetcouch - I couldn't believe how few hits this fic has when I checked. It is GORGEOUS! Yes, it's dead dove and there is so much blood (read the tags), but honestly that's the appeal. Underground fighting as foreplay. Hot as fuck. The Hut of the Mistold by @lynxindisguise - gorgeous fairy tale au!! It really feels like you're reading from an old collection of stories and they weave together beautifully!! Side note, it's a WIP, but updating regularily. The Mayors of Simpleton by @fruity-individual - I will bang on my drum about this until I die. WOLFSTAR DIVORCE! WOLFSTAR RAISING TEDDY! BLIND REMUS! Listen, the way Sash writes Remus is downright poetic. It's also a regularily updated WIP. her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle by @achilleslikespeas - this one has everything: lesbian wolfstar. body horror. time loop. poetic descriptions of existing in a grocery store. The way Claude manipulates text in this to further the narritive is just — chef's kiss. Honey Sweet by @vajazzly - You know this one, Ceci, but HIPPIE REMUS. CITY BOY SIRIUS! This fic really made me smile so wide and God was it hot.

Okay, I could seriously go on and on and on so I will leave it at that! I hope you find something that you haven't read yet and will love!!

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Black Wedding ~ Part 1 Jude Jazza ~ Premium END

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(What a disgusting place)

After putting all the followers to sleep, I grumbled in my mind, inside the church at the altar where the wedding ceremony is about to take place.

(How does binding two people to an eternal promise be so innocent?)

(Vows of love are like curses)

What is so pleasing about cursing each other to love each other in sickness and pain?

The clean air, the solemn organ tones, the sweetly scented gorgeous flowers....all seem like an abominable curse.

The word 'vow' cannot be beautiful.

At least for me, it is.

At that moment, the church door opened to reveal Kate in a jet-black wedding dress.

(Heh..you look so tense)

But when she looked up, her lips tightened.

There was a strange look in her eyes.

(.....?)

Her face that looked dreamy, was completely red.

Kate begins to walk slowly down the wedding aisle leading to the altar.

(..Hah)

(She is so consumed by the 'wedding' atmosphere that she's losing her mind)

(Seriously, you get worried about everything)

Jude: "And so easy to read."

Kate: "Hm?"

As if she had realized she has arrived at the altar.

Kate blinks in a huff.

(Being a 'fairy tale master' is already a handful and now you also dutifully keep your word and get all dressed up...)

(You really are a hopeless princess)

Standing there in a wedding dress, she is too vulnerable.

A claw can shred her in an instant.

Jude: "You really an idiot. Are you really ready to get married to me?"

At that moment, a mild-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.

(....It's this guy)

Man in glasses: "Well done, my fellow lovers, for you have come this far."

Amor: "My name is Amor. I am the representative of this Amour, the servant of love who will make your love eternal."

(....Is this guy actually crazy?)

The man shamelessly makes stupid remarks with exaggerated gestures.

It's beyond creepy and gives me goosebumps.

(I could put him to sleep right now so that he doesn't talk....)

(But I want to torture you first for all the trouble you've caused me)

It reminds me of the investigation report I read on the way here.

('Lovers are likely to be dosed with some kind of poison after they have made their vows')

So then-----

(Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth...poison for a poison, I guess)

Amor: "Now those who truly love each other need not make vows."

Amor: "For pledging you eternal love...you may close your eyes and kiss each other."

Kate: *gulps*

Kate's breathing stammers in confusion.

(You're so upset, even though we're actually not going to do it)

I caught Kate's impatient chin with my finger.

When I pulled her closer, Kate's eyes widened, as if they are about to fall out.

Kate: "Ah....."

Jude: "Mm."

(I raised her face, and came as close as possible to make them believe we're actually kissing)

Kate's cheek gradually turned red.

(Ha....?)

(Did you actually think I was gonna kiss you?)

I stare in disbelief at her quivering lips.

While confused and impatient,

Kate still closed her eyes shut, as if she was ready.

(....Tch)

(I didn't think she is this much of a softie)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Kate: "I'm sure people don't think that if you get married and say your vows to God and everyone around you, your love will just disappear forever."

Kate: "But...that's why we tell each other that we want to protect each other."

Kate: "If there were a memory of a vow made together and it seems impossible to keep."

Kate: "I would feel like not giving up, keep trying."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Such beautiful things makes me want to throw-up.

But I'm sure that beautiful thing is true in her world.

(You fucking stupidly honest, good-natured..)

(You hard-working princess who seem to believe wholeheartedly in disgusting beautiful things)

(Even if it's a joke....it's not funny for a woman like her to swear that she will be with me forever)

I envy those who have been able to have a beautiful life.

I have a desire to destroy it.

Jude: "....Why are you closing your eyes?"

Kate: "Eh....?"

Her eyes open to look at me.

Jude: "You're such an idiot."

I looked into her eyes as I put my lips on hers.

Kate was stunned, trembling, and looking at me in disbelief.

Kate: "Mm....Ah...."

Jude: "...Heh, what's with that look?"

(Once you learn from his, you will reflect on it a little)

Amor: "I now pronounce you husband and wife....and hereby make your love eternal."

Amor: "Now pour this wine into each other's lips."

With an ostentatious gesture, Amor took out two wine glasses.

Jude: "Is this what makes love eternal?"

Amor: "Yes, please."

Undoubtedly, this wine is poisoned.

(Heh, nice smile)

(It only gets me more excited to look forward to seeing that smile crumble once I start my game)

Jude: "Now that I think of it, I have a return gift for you guys for your hospitality."

Amor: "...Ha?"

I threw the entire wine in my glass into Amor's face.

The poison is dripping all over his face and easily seeps through the mucous membranes of his eyes and nose.

Amor: "Huh?...What...Arghh...!?"

Immediately, Amor is uncharacteristically distraught and rushes to the shelves by the altar.

Kate: "What is he doing....?"

Jude: "Probably looking for an antidote."

Kate: "....Antidote....?"

Kate was quick to pick up that the wine offered to us was poisoned.

Her face turns pale.

Kate: "How did you know?"

Jude: "I just happened to read the investigation report beforehand."

Kate stares at me in disbelief. Her face says 'I didn't know that'.

(Of course you wouldn't know anything because I didn't tell you)

(If I did, you would be on the edge, panicking all the time)

Ignoring her gaze, I walk over to Amor, who takes what appears to be a medicine bottle from the cupboard.

Before he could open the lid, I grabbed his wrists and twisted it.

Jude: "You get to make others suffer but when it's your turn, you're running away..."

Jude: "Now, how is that fair?"

Amor: "Nn....Nnn....!"

(I could have been more outrageous)

(Say something, or the poison will get to you)

Amor: "Please! Please spare my life.....I'll do anything. Anything!"

Jude: "Anything? Nice. Then sign a contract with me."

Jude: "A contract to serve me until the day you die. What do you say?"

When he nodded his head, I released his wrist.

Amor, looked comically flustered, opened the lid of the medicine bottle, and swallowed its contents.

(Good, now go to sleep)

I poked his forehead.

My ability forces people to go to sleep when I poke their forehead. Amor closes his eyes and goes into a deep dream.

Kate: "...What are you going to do with that man?"

Jude: "I still haven't decided yet."

I looked at Amor, who is lying on the floor.

(Probably dumping him on a cargo ship would be nice)

Kate: "Also....what happened to the followers?"

Jude: "They all are in a dream. Even the guy who was playing the organ, went away halfway through."

(For now, the mission is complete)

(I guess)

Seeing Kate sighing in relief, I sighed.

Jude: "And you. Didn't you realise that you were about to sign the worse contract of your life?"

Kate: "Eh....?"

Kate blinks and tilts her head.

(Are you for real!?)

(Don't tell me you already forgot what happened earlier!?)

(This woman is such a...! How were you able to survive this long!?)

Jude: " 'Closing your eyes and kissing each other to pledge your eternal love..' "

Jude: "You closed your eyes...were you dying to get married to me and get tortured for the rest of your life?"

It took about five seconds for Kate to process what I was talking about.

Interestingly, her face upto her neck, turned completely red.

Kate: "T-That's...I-I thought we needed to kiss to create an opening....!"

Jude: "If we had put our faces together close enough, it would make it look like we're actually kissing. That's what I intended to do."

Kate: "So then....why did you kiss me?"

Kate: "You could've...just...did what you just said....."

Jude: "Of course it was because I was curious to see what kind of stupid face you'd make."

(It was a small punishment for a foolish princess who was easily ready to give her promises)

Jude: "Rest assured. I didn't intend to close my eyes."

Kate: "I didn't close my eyes because I was dying to pledge my eternal love to you or anything....!"

Jude: "Oh yeah?"

Kate was at a loss for words, still trembling and her face was red.

(Honestly, this frustrated face is the cutest thing I've ever seen)

Jude: "You're not fit to be a bride at all."

Kate: "I'm glad that I'm unfit."

If I tell her how far she would survive in this world...

I only can imagine seeing this face contorted in despair and unable to speak beautiful things.

(....I don't know why but)

Seeing her image standing and staring down at this shitty world----

Just makes my stomach churn.

Story // Bitter END // Epilogue

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 18 – CREATURE FIC

with each downpour we discover what it takes by Rowantreeisme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,094 Tags: Drowning, Fluff, Non-Consensual Body Modification

Summary: Tony's turned into a mer-person. It's a bad time for all involved. (Turns out, being underwater is not at all fun for him, even if that's the only way he can breathe)

Reasons why I love it: I always love when I find a fic that fixates on an aspect of a trope I enjoy that I've never thought about, and this one is a prime example of that. Steve is such a good boyfriend in this, doing everything to help Tony get a grip on his new body, and I especially love the tension that builds throughout the fic before it's finally released. It's wonderful, and I highly recommend you check it out for yourself!

Thirst by velithya

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,454 Tags: Vampire AU, Hurt/Comfort, Blood Drinking

Summary: Tony's out of blood. Steve has a solution Tony doesn't like much.

Reasons why I love it: Steve's absolute faith in Tony is so touching to see. I love how much trust there is between them, for Steve to let Tony do what he does, and how careful Tony is not to hurt him. And the fluff at the end is so sweet, it always makes me smile. Definitely go and check this one out, it's fantastic.

A Capwolf Christmas by picturecat

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,002 Tags: Capwolf, Christmas Eve, Full Moon

Summary: There was not much that anybody could do about the fact that Christmas Eve was a full moon.

Reasons why I love it: Awww, this fic is ADORABLE, I can't, it's so cute! Capwolf in a Christmas sweater is something that I never knew I needed in my life, but I'm so happy this fic has it. If you're looking for a good time, definitely read this one, it's amazing!

Not all that glitters is gold by Just_Bill

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,969 Tags: Fairy Tale AU, Talking Animals, Getting Together

Summary: "Aren't you a huntsman? Shouldn't we be hunting things?" Tony had hoped his role as huntsman's horse would've been more galloping after dangerous critters, maybe even catch a griffin or two, not this gallivanting across the country in search for royalty and their party clothes. Or where Tony is about done with this questing, but things work out fine in the end.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, I love this fic so much! I could read a million more words in this universe, it's so fun. Tony the Talking Horse is hilarious, and I love the world building, especially the parts concerning Tony's other life. Definitely give this one a read, it's so good!

Next to you the sky is more blue by weethreequarter

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 39,021 Tags: Merpeople, Past Child Abuse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: There was something about abandoned buildings and the way nature was slowly reclaiming them as its own which had long captivated Steve. The beauty of the former grandeur undiminished, merely transformed. There was an atmosphere to them, a lingering sense of the lives lived or the jobs worked within their walls which made him feel oh-so small and yet so alive all at once. No two were ever the same, and he loved discovering little clues that told the story of the people who once called it home or made their living there. There was something comforting about seeing the imprints of humans long gone; no matter who you were, there was a part of you, of what you made, of who you were that left its mark upon the world. Over the years, he’d been to a lot of abandoned houses, factories, mansions and they’d all left an impression on him in some way or another. But none as much as the Mermaid House.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is CRIMINALLY underrated! Seriously, it's so good I want to shout it from the rooftops. The world building, the budding relationship between Tony and Steve, the underlying themes of otherization and trauma are all phenomenal. I really love the way Steve and Tony grow closer over time, and the ending is absolutely fantastic. This fic is wonderful, and I really hope you go and check it out for yourself!

[ladyvictory22]

Hopelessly Devoted To You (Final part)

Max had always had a rather innocent and tender mind in the way he approached things. "You have a fairy tale mind; not everything is resolved that way, darling," Lewis told him once... and now he understood a bit. He had found Christian in a nervous crisis in the place where he had met Toto.

"I lost him... I lost him," Christian said, crying and trembling. Max just hugged him at that moment and later took him to his room.

In other matters, Lewis had been looking for his phone for a few hours, swearing he had left it on the nightstand along with some of Max's things, but suddenly he didn't know where he had put it... in any case, they had agreed to meet in the lobby to go to dinner later... although those plans would be canceled when he saw his boss walking faster than usual, wearing sunglasses and in a hurry to the elevator... Lewis knew an anxiety attack was on its way, so he hurried to follow.

A few hours later, Max managed to get Christian to fall asleep thanks to some sedatives. He looked at him, worried. In his mind, everything could have been resolved differently. Then Max received a call on his phone from a number that seemed to be from the hotel.

"Hello?" Max said, puzzled.

"We need to talk now," Lewis said with a rather serious tone. Max knew he was probably in trouble with his boyfriend.

When he arrived at the room, Lewis was already there and gave him that look that Max knew meant he was going to get a lecture about something he had done.

"First, give me my phone; I know you have it," Lewis said.

"Okay, you found out," Max said. "I was thinking of telling you, but I didn't think..."

"That it would end badly? Max, I just left Toto in his room resting because he had an anxiety attack... and his hand had a bruise," Lewis scolded.

"And Christian also had a nervous breakdown, I left him sedated in his bed" Max responded and then added "Did you know about Toto's condition?"

Lewis was a little surprised to hear how Christian was doing… however, he had seen Toto suffer enough to not feel sorry for the person who hurt him.

"Of course I knew... I've known since almost the beginning..." Lewis said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Max protested a bit.

"Why should I? It's a private matter... of Toto," Lewis replied.

"First, because I'm your boyfriend," Max said, raising an eyebrow. "Second, because we could have helped them much earlier before things got worse."

"We can't interfere in this, Max. Christian hurt Toto a lot," Lewis said seriously. "Toto deserves to heal and be well."

"But he could heal... alongside Christian..." Max insisted.

"Darling... Fairy tale endings aren't real in some cases," Lewis said disappointed. "Do you know what Christian did to Toto?"

"I... really... only know that Christian wanted to talk to him," Max said.

"Well... then you don't know that he led him on? That he made him fall in love for a long time only to crush his dreams when he was close to winning the championship?" Lewis said seriously.

Max didn't say anything; he was surprised. He didn't expect that from Christian... there must be a mistake. He knows Chris... he wouldn't do that.

"There must be a misunderstanding, Lewis. I know Chris very well, and I know he wouldn't do that..."

"Well, I believe he's capable... especially because he never apologized," Lewis said. "Do you remember 2021, right, darling?"

Max nodded.

"Well, some pretty harsh things were said at that time, but Toto didn't take what Christian said seriously because he enjoyed playing with him that way, like rivals in private... when they weren't team principals... supposedly, they were two people in love, trying to make something work," Lewis said, then added, "Remember the Qatar press conference? Christian said he had no relationship with Toto, that he didn't have to kiss his backside like other team principals would... that deeply hurt him when Christian never apologized, never told him it wasn't serious..."

"But... couldn't it be a communication error, you know that when Christian says something, it's not always..." Max said, but he was interrupted.

"It doesn't matter, Max, respect is important both inside and outside of work. Christian disrespected Toto and didn't apologize; they didn't talk about it..."

"But it's never too late! Besides, Christian didn't know why Toto was like that with him... I'm sure he didn't know. And, while it's true that Christian never apologized or anything, Toto didn't say anything about it either," Max insisted.

Lewis looked at Max and sighed. "Well, perhaps you have a point in that regard... but that doesn't excuse Christian for not approaching it, for not reacting to his own words, for not noticing Toto's attitude."

"Those were tough times, Lewis... just imagine if we had been dating back then," Max said.

Lewis sighed and took Max's hand. "Yeah... I think you're right."

"Then let's help them," Max said, and Lewis looked at him skeptically. "Please," he added with a puppy-dog look.

"Ugh... stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Max asked, looking "innocent," making his blue eyes stand out even more.

Lewis looked at him reproachfully and then said, "Alright... but I want to know what Christian feels first."

Max smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, let's wait for him to rest first... we shouldn't overwhelm him or Toto."

A few hours later... in the night, Christian opened his eyes. He felt dizzy, the room was dark, and reality was gradually taking shape again. It seemed like he had woken up from a nightmare, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He remembered Max bringing him to his room and giving him sedatives, and he slowly drifted off.

He got up from the bed very slowly, still feeling drowsy from the medication. Then, he picked up his phone and checked the time; it wasn't very late yet. But he still had things to do. Later, there was the second practice, and he needed to prepare because the Qualifying was the next day.

Then he heard someone opening the door to his room.

"Oh, you're awake," Max said, entering with some bags of food. "I brought food... soup, some vegetables, and tea."

"Max, thank you very much, but... I really don't feel like eating right now..." he began to say. He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat.

"You have to eat... I didn't ask if you wanted to. You have to," Max said, serving the food.

Christian sighed, knowing that Max wouldn't be easily dissuaded, so he made his way to the table and slowly started eating. Afterward, Max helped him with his work, even though Christian insisted that the driver should rest to prepare for practice, Max refused.

He couldn't concentrate enough, neither in the practices nor in the Qualifying, and the weekend was turning into a disaster for his team. Sometimes, he looked at Toto on the screens in the pit lane, and his heart would ache. He could feel tears wanting to emerge, but he couldn't let them.

On the other hand, Toto was being as strong as he could during the day, but at night, he couldn't help but fight against his own thoughts and pain. In the middle of the weekend, he had to schedule an appointment with his therapist to cope with everything. Lewis had been helpful, always asking how he was and if he needed anything.

But he felt depressed and hurt. He felt so alone, with a chaos in his mind, not knowing if what he had done was right or wrong. He could still feel Christian's lips on his, still feel the moans that escaped his mouth when Toto attacked without thinking things through.

He had anxiety attacks because his mind was in turmoil, because he blamed himself for what he had just done. But at the same time, he wanted to go back, wanted to hug him, wanted to tell him that it didn't matter.

When Toto thought he was getting over his love for Christian, this situation showed him that it wasn't the case. If he had anxiety attacks, intrusive thoughts, depression, it was because his love was killing him. It was his broken heart still mourning for his love. He didn't want to accept that they had hurt each other this way, and undoubtedly, the weekend was going to feel long at this rate.

Max and Checo had been trying to cheer up Christian for the rest of the weekend, even though the team hadn't performed well. Days later, the drivers had invited Christian to have dinner with them, but what he didn't expect was to find Lewis Hamilton there. Suddenly, Christian found himself in a group therapy session.

On one hand, Checo had been in Formula 1 for a long time, just like Christian, and he had always had the characteristic of being quite observant. He had realized what was going on between Toto and Christian long before they did. So he knew that after the 2021 season, things could have gotten tough, but not to the extent of pretending as if nothing had happened.

Then there were Lewis and Max. After the events of 2021, these two took the time to get to know each other, and fate made them fall in love during the process. Christian was surprised when he saw Lewis in the background during a call with Max.

So there they were, their two drivers and one from Mercedes, eating at a table, and Christian could sense tension on Lewis's part. However, he focused on eating and engaging in small talk until he decided it was time to leave.

"Well, guys, thanks for the meal. I think... I'll take my leave," he said when he smiled politely and was about to get up.

"Christian, we need to talk," Hamilton suddenly spoke, and Max gave him a small nudge. "What? Isn't that the idea?" he said, looking at his boyfriend.

Christian felt a knot in his stomach.

"Yes, but it shouldn't have been like that," Max said, annoyed.

"Ahem," Checo made a sound. "Well, Christian, we do want to talk with you, but you don't have to feel cornered or anything like that."

"Exactly, Chris... I feel bad for not helping you properly. I feel like I let you down, and I thought everything would be resolved easily," Max added.

"It's not your fault, Max... I... I didn't analyze anything either. I just wanted to help without realizing that I was to blame," Christian said softly.

"Did you really want to help him? After what happened in the season and then ignoring him afterward?" Lewis said, sounding quite serious and upset, something unusual for him.

"Lewis..." Max whispered in reprimand.

"Okay, Max," Christian said. "He's right to be like this... and no, Lewis, I didn't exactly know how... how I hurt him," he said, feeling a lump in his throat. He felt cornered.

"I want to know what you were thinking before you knew," the Mercedes driver questioned.

Christian sighed. "Well... I thought... it was obvious because of the 2021 season that he and I were distant, but I completely ignored what he was going through. I was also upset because he and I..." he couldn't finish his sentence because he felt like crying.

"Because he and you liked each other... a lot," Checo said. "So you got mad because he simply distanced himself, and your relationship was left in limbo. So you weren't going to beg."

Christian was genuinely surprised. Checo was very observant. Although the young man was usually quiet, he was spot-on in what he said. "Yes... although I also thought Toto was a sore loser and that his anger would pass in a few months, but I was wrong. He distanced himself, and with that, everything between us faded away."

"Do you love him?" Lewis asked. "The truth... be honest with me..." Then he paused and added, "Christian... Toto is considering resigning as Team Principal. He'll be absent from Japan and Qatar to study the team's behavior when he's not around. So tell me the truth... do you love him?"

Christian felt a mix of emotions. He felt like his world was collapsing, yet he also felt that everything was a lie. He didn't want to believe it.

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Singapore had ended a week ago, and Japan was just around the corner. Toto had returned to Monaco, and in the media, it was reported that he would be absent to oversee some negotiations for the team. In reality, he was taking a break and evaluating how the team would function without him.

He had reached the breaking point. That conversation with Christian, being so... so... hypocritical with him, was the last straw, and now he preferred to leave rather than stay.

His therapist had told him that the process was about being able to overcome everything without Christian's presence affecting him. But he couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was regressing instead of moving forward.

In Japan, the team hadn't performed as well. For some reason, Lewis and George were displaying strange behavior. When he was present on the track, they didn't behave like that. Additionally, Red Bull had won another title, but that seemed insignificant to him, even though he felt a pain in his chest once again.

The days went by, and he knew the change would be difficult. This was just a taste of what he would experience later: a life without stress, without the rush, simply a different life. However, leaving the sport in which he had lived for so long seemed so hard, but he knew it was necessary.

In any case, he still handled some team matters, just not as much as before. His mind couldn't stop thinking: "The track must be improved due to the Qatar conditions," "We need to check for updates," "The front wing needs adjustments." The days when he dealt with team issues were more manageable than the days he had to distract himself.

This was one of those days.

Toto didn't know what time he had woken up in the early hours and couldn't get back to sleep. He lay in his bed and didn't want to check his phone in the hope of falling asleep again. However, he soon realized it was dawn as light filtered through the curtains. Despite the room being at a comfortable temperature, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he decided to start his day.

He did some exercise and then had breakfast, avoiding the news and his phone in general because it would be filled with Formula One. He had found a course on economics and new investments. Perhaps focusing his mind on that would help him get through the day.

While he concentrated on the topics he was watching through 40-minute videos, he received a call from the front desk, saying that he had a visitor. Toto wasn't expecting anyone, but the guard mentioned that it was a colleague of his, so he thought it might be someone from the team coming to visit before heading to Qatar.

When he heard the doorbell, he prepared to open the door and was taken aback when he saw his visitor.

Christian...

The latter looked up, locking eyes with Toto. Toto didn't realize that he had been hiding behind the door, just staring at Christian standing there, not knowing what to do.

"Hello," Christian said, feeling nervous. "I know you're wondering what I'm doing here..." He looked down, took a deep breath, and added, "I want to talk... I know you don't want to see me or hear from me... but at least... I'm asking you for a chance..."

Time froze as they both stared at each other, Christian nervously and fearing a punch or just Toto closing the door... one of the two things would hurt more than the other, and it wasn't the punch. Toto was confused, not knowing how to respond or what the right decision was.

So he didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but he was calling this situation "closure." If this could be necessary for when he retired, maybe leaving without resentment would help. He might be able to watch a Formula One race without feeling hurt or uncomfortable.

The car ride was really short, and they went in silence. Christian told him they could talk outside, so it wouldn't feel like he was invading his space. Toto accepted it as an unspoken agreement.

And then they arrived at the pier.

"Well... we're here," Christian said.

Toto looked around, there weren't even benches to sit on.

"Oh no... it's not here, rather... it's there," said Christian, pointing to a yacht in the distance on the sea, and there was a boat waiting to take them there.

Toto was surprised, and nostalgia washed over him. He gazed at the boat, and Christian noticed, smiling a little. It was a good sign.

Once they were on the yacht, they were alone. It was beautiful, he had to admit. Outside, where you could see the sea, there were blankets, wine, some treats... very similar to... that day. And Toto realized it was a recreation of their date.

"I thought you'd prefer to be in a comfortable place... something warm and reminiscent," Christian mentioned, approaching.

Toto didn't realize when his eyes filled with tears. Christian noticed and wanted to reach for his arm and show a sign of support, but Toto moved reflexively and out of fear.

Christian sighed, gathered his courage, and said, "Toto..." He felt a knot of nervousness. "I know that sometimes I can be an idiot, saying things without thinking about the consequences, and I didn't realize it when I spoke at that press conference... and then I just kept going."

"Why?" Toto found his voice. "Why didn't you reach out to me then? We didn't get back together in private..."

"Because I'm an idiot," said Christian, feeling the tears, "I thought all the time as a team manager… I focused so much on the team, that I forgot another important thing in my life… which is more important than championships that are They can win later… I simply thought that you wouldn't want me around… without thinking that those words and that doubt had left you a thorn… and then the championship ended and I foolishly thought that you would look for me, I thought you a "Sore loser" for a while…until it seemed strange that you won't look for me again…then I started to deal with the fact that you left me and everything was up in the air."

Toto looked away, tears streaming down his face. "I was hoping you'd come to me... thinking you'd understand what you said and what you continued to say afterward," he whispered.

Christian took a deep breath and said, "But I'm here... late, I know... but I'm here to show you that I didn't mean to hurt you... that I didn't think about what you were going through... that I didn't think that every word for you was like a stab, increasing your anxiety and the thought that I had used you..." After a pause, he added, "What I mean is that I love you... and I'm here recreating that date we had years ago... when you brought me to see the sunset, when we talked about many things and then cuddled together... and then I saw you, and I knew I loved you, and I still love you... and I want to win you back." Christian's voice was choked with tears.

After a moment of silence, their breaths interrupted by sobs, Toto said, "I also knew on that date that I loved you... and I still know that I love you... that's why this suffering has been so difficult to bear... that's why I decided that it's best to retire and go far away... to get you out of my heart..."

Christian looked down, for a moment, he thought he had lost the battle... that he couldn't win Toto back.

"But I realized I can't," Toto said later, and both locked eyes. "I can't stop loving you."

Christian closed the distance between them to embrace Toto warmly and then sealed the moment with a soft, loving kiss.

"Although you should know that this won't go away overnight... the thoughts will attack me... as well as the anxiety, and..." Toto said.

"I know... I'll be there for you, truly... we will overcome this together... we will heal you, my love," Christian said, smiling gently.

Toto smiled, a genuinely happy smile he hadn't shown in a long time, making Christian melt once again.

After a while, with soft kisses and gentle caresses, they snuggled together, watching the sunset.

"So Lewis, Max and Checo gave you group therapy" said Toto.

"Something like that, but it helped me gather the courage to do all this," Christian said, "to take the risk."

"It seems that this time the fairy tale ending worked for Max" Toto joked and they both laughed.

"Well, this time, the fairy godmother Lewis helped,"

"That's why it worked then," Toto said in a proud, playful tone, referring to his seven-time champion.

"Ha-ha... also thanks to Checo... he helped me process things from an outside perspective... that guy... observant and not very talkative, but when he speaks, it's worth it," Christian said.

"Yeah, he's a clever guy... well, all three of them were," Toto complimented. Then, he kissed Christian's neck, making him sigh and smile as he felt Toto's lips.

For Christian, nothing mattered more than being there with Toto, secluded in their little world, putting the races aside for a while, working to rekindle their love and heal their wounds once and for all.

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So a final part for this Angst I couldn't leave them like this, sorry.

Small appearance of Mewis 💞 @phantomwritr

And another small appearance of Checo💝 @silvereds

[chocolateteapotsvis]

Can I ask Crane Husband and a fic u wanna talk about?

I went into the folklore behind Crane Husband in another post, so here's a snippet!

Cranes fill the sky, elegant black silhouettes against the golds and pinks of darkening autumn sky.  The flock bunches together, then swirls apart, a cloud made of birds.  Together, in their pairs, and surrounded by friends and family.  The ache in Barry's chest is equal parts awe and longing. The flock flows in a spiral so perfect it could have been choreographed, the entire flock of a single mind. Well, except one. The bird darts around like its tail feathers are ablaze, dashing this way and that in complete opposition to the smooth serenity of the other birds’ flight patterns.  First it’s high above, disappearing into a cloud, then bursts out and swoops in wild loop de loops.  It reached the zenith of a particularly wide circle, hangs unmoving in the air for a long moments, then plummets from the sky. Barry lurches forward, despite the thought half a second later that, reasonably, there's nothing he can do. But a moment later the bird shoots from the treetops with a cry so full of joy and life that he can't fault himself for trying.

Also, here’s some about 2. Beastly!  It’s basically a Beauty and the Beast retelling where enchantress Carol is fed up with Hal for not taking their relationship seriously, and his bros for basically enabling him.  She curses them with a standard fairy tale curse that breaks when someone can genuinely tell him they love him.  Apothecary and town cursebreaker Barry Allen travels out into the woods to investigate the really confused stories they're getting from travelers about a monster wanting to party with them in a creepy old mansion in the woods.  So Barry's visiting Hal, unraveling the curse, and getting to know the inhabitants of the castle along the way.  

This bit’s from a little later in the story, when Barry’s gotten to know everyone and trusts things enough to bring his apprentice Wally into the castle.  

Wally, always quick to recover after a shock, squares his shoulders and faces Hal’s hulking, furry self.  “I love you.” Hal, for as much as Barry's learned to read his face over the past couple weeks, looks taken aback.  Or maybe that's Barry projecting.  Barry leans down and hisses, "Wallace.  You don't just say that to people!” Wally's face twists into that obstinate pout,  "But the curse!  You seriously haven't tried because of manners?" Barry sighs.  The words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times the first night, but he'd refrained.  “You can’t just ignore people’s feelings on the job.  What if it doesn’t work?  Now you need to rebuild their trust to get them to work with you again?” "Yeah, but he doesn't know me, so why would anyone’s feelings be hurt?.  Why not do it just in case?" “Bar, lay off the kid!”  Hal says with a rumbling laugh.  “Weren’t you saying curse breaking involves putting aside traditional conventions?  Seems like the kid’s well on his way already!” Hal and Wally start chatting about what it’s like having claws, and if it makes it hard to eat when your fingers go straight into the food.  Barry’s ears are still hot, his breath coming tighter than it has in weeks.  Obviously, he’s disappointed that Wally gamble didn’t work, and relieved that Hal didn’t take it personally.  But he’s spent the last couple weeks getting to know Hal, and thinking about what it would be like to be trapped in a curse with the implied belief that no one could ever love you.  And the soul-deep sadness on hearing the words from someone you’ve come to care about, and having empirical proof that whatever they do feel, it’s not enough to count.

Thanks for the ask!

WIP Ask Game

[humaforever]

“You fell asleep right on my lap.  No no no, don’t feel bad.  I actually thought it was pretty cute.” (Huma prompt- Set during D3)

Not during D3, but post d3. Just because they seemed busy, probably not a lot of time to sleep.

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The tour of Auradon prep had been long, boring, and worst of all, excruciatingly early.

Uma zoned out almost immediately. She couldn't care less about the history and what not of the building. She just wanted to quickly run through, briefly look at all the rooms and call it a day. But of course it couldn't be that easy.

Blah, blah, blah, It was all white noise to Uma.

And she wasn't the only one annoyed. Harry looked like he was quite actually dying from boredom. Gil, was being a good sport but he wasn't enjoying this either.

So when they ended up in the dorms where Harry and Gil would be staying, Uma wanted more than anything to kick Mal and Ben out and crash on one of the insanely fluffy beds. But it seemed like Ben could talk for days.

"We should go out to eat later! My treat" Ben said happily

Uma was officially over it

"Okaaaay greeat" She said shooing him and Mal out of the room

"Oh- okay I'll... I'll text you the info!" Ben said but he was already out of the room and Uma was already closing the door

Uma turned around with a sigh to see Harry already lounging on the bed and Gil inspecting a spinning chair. Uma walked over to the bed Harry was sitting on and plopped down with a groan. Her head falling into Harry's lap, the boy wasted no time in running his fingers through her hair.

"You alright Captain?" Harry questioned as he brushed a stray hair out of her face

"This is exhausting" She said with a slight shake of her head

"Tell me about it" Harry scoffed

"Why did I have to wake up at 8:00 am? Don't they know we're pirates? We don't go to sleep until 8:00 am!" Uma said exasperated

"Seriously. I don't think this perfect fairy tale life is for me. It's too bright and it's too fucking early" Harry said

He waited for a second for a response but when he looked down Uma had already fallen asleep. Well, looks like he was stuck here, busy being used as a pillow.

Gil seemed to notice the silence so he looked over at his crewmates. Harry was gently pulling one of the blankets over Uma.

"Did she fall asleep?" Gil questioned

Harry quickly made a shushing motion to Gil. The last thing he wanted was for Uma to wake up and move from his lap.

"She's wiped out man, she's not gonna wake up" Gil said unimpressed

"You don't know that" Harry said as he was already realizing that his legs were going to become numb from the weight and odd position Uma was sleeping in.

"Captain!" Gil practically shouted just to prove his point.

Uma stirred slightly but Gil was right, she wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon. But her small stir made Harry's eyes go wide and he immediately shot Gil a death glare. Nobody was going to ruin this moment.

"Shut up!" Harry whisper yelled

Gil held his hands up defensively and decided it would probably be best if he didn't disturb Uma or Harry.

Eventually, Gil risided on the other bed and with no one to talk to he fell asleep too. Harry was tired but he was busy taking small pieces of Uma's hair and putting them into braids, and of course admiring her beauty.

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Uma woke up around mid afternoon. The first thing she realized was that her pillow was quite boney, but still rather plush. She wasn't going to complain because it was actually quite comfortable. In her still delirious state she was about to snuggle back into her pillow but then her pillow started stroking her arm. Her eyes shot wide open as she turned on her back.

Uma was greeted by a sleepy smile and a tiny wave. She waved back, stretching out but not having enough energy to sit up.

"What happened? What time is it?" She asked groggily looking around

"Well, you see, you fell asleep on my lap and made yourself a cozy little spot" Harry smiled

Uma grimaced slightly as she started to sit up "sorry, I didn't mean to constrain you for half of the day. You could've moved me, I didn't think I would fall asleep so fast"

Harry immediately denied "No, no, you can use me as a bed whenever you want darling" He told her, then a grin spread across his face "It was actually pretty cute."

Uma rolled her eyes but she couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, well you're not a very good bed. All muscle and bone" She joked, patting his leg

Harry winced a little at the pressure she applied to his very numb legs.

"What?" Uma's smile fell as she immediately noticed that small wince

"My legs are tingly" he told her

Uma chuckled under her breath "and whose fault is that?"

"Arguably yours" Harry said

"You could've moved me"

"Uma let's stop pretending. We all knew that was never going to happen. I'd rather have my leg amputated then disturb you in your sleep." He said

"Yeah, I know you would" she smirked

"Don't you think a peg leg would suit me?"

"Absolutely not" Uma said, but her attention was drawn away by Harry's phone vibrating "Who's texting?" She questioned

"Ben. We're supposed to meet for lunch or something" Harry shrugged

"When?"

"Now. I don't know. Twenty minutes ago" He said

"What?" Uma narrowed her eyes

"Mhmm" Harry hummed

Uma eyed him before climbing off the bed and grabbing her phone to check the time. "You should've woken me up!"

"Uma, stop saying that like it was ever a possibility!" Gil suddenly spoke, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

"Get up Gil. Apparently we're currently ghosting the king on lunch." Uma said

Behind her a loud thump was heard. Gil and Uma quickly turned their attention to where Harry had just fallen to the floor.

"Guess my legs are still numb" Harry said shooting Uma a cheerful smile.

[bangjiazhengstories]

【Nostalgia】Disney animations

【Nostalgia】I know relatively less about Disney animation because there were very few on TV back then. After I have learned Czech B1 level and passed the exam, I will make up classes and watch and study Disney animation stories.

Decades ago,When I was a kid, TV stations didn't show much Disney animation. Around the end of the 1980s, there were very few TV channels where I lived. I watched TV on black and white TVs, but I never saw Disney animation. Around 1990, when I was in elementary school, I watched the animations of 【Tom and Jerry】 and 【Saint Seiya】 on TV. I was Very Happy!!!!

I learned about some 【Disney Animations】 from FC games. At this time, it was the 1990s. I remember around 1994, when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, the school teacher organized us students to watch a movie in the school auditorium (small cinema). We only watched more than ten minutes of animation clips of (The Little Mermaid) without knowing the content.(Note:????………………Who????What????What the whole story saying??????Meow~??????????………………) During the same period, my mom took me to the cinema to watch Disney animation (The Lion King), which was a movie ticket given to employees by the company. Very Happy!!!! When I was in middle school(Since 1995), around 1996, I got a FC game cartridge, which contained the game 【The Little Mermaid】. Only then did I realize that it was a Disney animation. I only know that a happy story and defeat the big sea monster,But I've never seen it.

At the same time, in 1996, my family already had a color TV set a few years before that. The TV station where I live is broadcasting the animation (Duck Tales). I also have this game in my FC game card and know that it is a Disney animation. But there was no Internet back then, so I could only watch it on TV, and I didn’t know about other Disney animations.

It wasn’t until about 2004, when I was in university(since 2003), that I saw the animation of (The Little Mermaid). Because I studing the creative story and analyzed the story structure of the story, I watched it very carefully. (Also, I learned about several other Disney animations.)

However, because there were very few Disney animations where I lived, I didn’t watch them systematically when I was a child (I only watched part of them). After I grow up,It is impossible for us adults to pay much attention to the animations these children watch. I don't know much about Disney animation.I am not on purpose!!!!Because TV didn‘t had them a lot back then!!!!

As a story creator, I should seriously study the success story of Disney animation. I should study these characters, stories, creative ideas, etc. carefully. I wonder how popular Disney animation was when people were kids in other regions, like the Czech Republic????(Note:????……………………………………)

Disney animations mostly adapt some classic fairy tales and myths. Because the creators have passed away for a long time, the works have become public works of human society and there are no copyright issues. Anyone can adapt.(Saving Money????……………………) For example (The Little Mermaid), (Aladdin)…………………… Because many people know these classic fairy tales and myths, Disney does not need to make too many introductions, saving advertising costs and reducing market risks. And I haven't watched some Disney animations. As a story creator, I will definitely make up for this lesson seriously.

I am studying Czech seriously now, and when I pass the Czech B1 level exam, I will continue to create stories seriously. I will also make up my classes to watch Disney animations and study their creativity and story structure. I should study these characters, stories, creative ideas, etc. carefully.

Bangjia Zheng I am very serious about learning Czech language and I am Very Happy. I use a small amount of time to write a nostalgic short article and briefly talk about the nostalgic content related to Disney animation with you friend.Happy Happy!!!!

22.03.2024

[terriblepersongreatseamonster]

Happy May the Fourth!!!

I know I've posted links to the Reylo fairy tale fic I've been putting up on AO3, but I thought it might be fun to share the first chapter here.

This story is kind of a love letter to all the fairy tales and fantasy films that I love. It's not great literature, not meant to be taken terribly seriously. It's just a bit of fun. The world is stressful and overwhelming and sometimes fun escapism is exactly what's needed.

Beauty and the Creature In A Mask

Chapter One

A long time ago, in a land far, far away…

The second time Rey was sold was on her nineteenth birthday. The first time, she had been five, and Lord Unkar Plutt had paid next to nothing for her.

She was scrubbing the stone stairs when she heard the sound of horses in the courtyard below. She slipped to the window, and cold fingers of dread clutched at her as she recognized the symbol the warriors wore.

The Knights of Ren.

She’d heard stories of them over the years, and while she knew they did, in fact, exist, she assumed that Castle Jakku was far too small and out of the way to ever be taken notice of by them. Clearly, she had been wrong.

Only six knights had arrived. Where was their leader? She’d never heard a story of the knights that didn’t include the presence of Lord Kylo Ren. Would he be arriving later? As terrifying as the knights were, they didn’t hold a candle to Lord Ren, a man as skilled and deadly with his fiery blade as he was with magic.

The knights disappeared into the castle, and Rey returned to her work. It wouldn’t do to be caught standing idly, staring out the window. She’d experienced enough beatings to know that much. Whatever had brought the knights to Castle Jakku had nothing to do with her, and she would do well to remember that.

Several minutes passed, and she continued to work her way down the steps. Her ears picked up the sound of hurried footsteps, and then suddenly, from the base of the stairs, she heard, “Rey!”

Looking down, she met Rose's wide, panicked eyes. The other woman’s face was drained of color. Rey set aside her scrub brush and hurried down to her friend, wiping her hands on her apron. Reaching Rose, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Rose grasped her arm, “The Knights of Ren.”

“I know. I saw them arrive.”

Rose’s grip tightened, “Rey, they’re here for you.”

Rey stared at her friend in confusion, “For me? What…what are you talking about?”

Rose took a few deep breaths and tugged at Rey, “I don’t know.” Her voice was miserable, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Lord Plutt ordered me to come get you.”

Rey was wise enough not to ignore the man's summons. With a sigh, she said, “It’s okay. Let’s go.”

When they reached the doors to the audience chamber, Rey hesitated momentarily. She had no idea what awaited her on the other side of the door, no clue as to what the knights could possibly want with her. She turned to Rose, “I’ll be fine.”

Rose chewed at her lip, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go.”

Her friend turned and hurried away. Steeling herself, Rey grasped the door handle and pulled it open. She fixed her eyes on the floor as she stepped into the room and walked toward Lord Plutt's seat. Halfway there, she heard him bark, “Stop there.”

Her feet obeyed, and she tried to focus on her breathing. Tried to keep her body still and not let it tremble. She would not let her master or the knights see just how scared she truly was.

“Is this her?” A sharp, male voice asked.

“Course it is,” came Lord Plutt’s annoyed reply.

Heavy, armored footsteps headed toward Rey, and she saw the black armor of the knight who had come to stand before her. “Lift your head, girl,” the command came from the same sharp voice she’d heard moments earlier.

She did as ordered. Towering over her was a knight with a mask that reminded her of a skull. Whatever facial features he had were hidden by both mask and black fabric. Still, she could feel his eyes boring into her. He began to circle her, his head moving just enough so that she knew he was observing her entire body. When he came to stand in front of her again, he asked, “What’s your name, girl?”

Terror had robbed her of her voice momentarily, and it was only Lord Plutt’s bark of, “Damn it, answer him!” that loosed her tongue.

“Rey.”

“Your age?”

“Nineteen.”

The knight continued to stare at her, and it took everything inside not to drop her gaze to the floor. A few seconds passed, and he asked, “Were you born here?”

She shook her head, “No.”

“Where were you born?”

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. Whatever her life had been before Plutt bought her, it was all a blank space in her mind. There were no memories of a life that wasn’t at Castle Jakku.

“Who is your family?” the knight pressed.

Again, “I don’t know.”

The knight turned to her master, “Have you lied to us, Plutt? Lord Ren will be very displeased if he learns that you have.”

“What I told you is the truth. I may not be the wisest man, but I’m wise enough to know not to bring down the wrath of Lord Ren upon myself and my property. She is the one he’s been searching for.” Lord Plutt replied. Rey was stunned. She’d never heard the man speak so much or so eloquently.

Several seconds passed, and then the knight turned back to her, “Fetch your things. We’re leaving.”

Fear mixed with stubbornness. She planted her feet, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh, but you are.” The knight waved at another knight, “Ushar will escort you. You would be wise to do as you’re told and not test his patience.”

She would, she really would. And yet, as Ushar walked toward her, she demanded, “Where am I going?”

Ushar reached her, as the other knight replied, “You will know soon enough. Get your things. Lord Ren does not like to be kept waiting.”

Something about the knight's voice told Rey it would be pointless to question him further. She turned and headed toward the door. As she left the room, she heard Lord Plutt say, “The reward you promised?”

She glanced over her shoulder in time to see the bag of coins dropped onto the floor in front of Lord Plutt’s seat.

Ushar followed her silently all the way back to the small room she shared with Rose. Her friend appeared as Rey hurriedly gathered her meager belongings and placed them in the satchel that Ushar had wordlessly held out to her. Rose took in the scene and demanded, “What happened?”

Rey was nearly finished, “Plutt sold me.”

“Why?”

Rey shook her head, “Hell, if I know.” She closed the satchel and turned to Rose, “I’ll miss you.”

Rose tossed her arms around Rey and pulled her close, her voice choked with tears, “I’ll miss you too.”

Rey could feel her own tears trying to gather and let go of her friend. She wasn’t about to let Ushar or any of his companions see her weep. Turning away from Rose, she held her head high and told the knight, “Lead the way.”

When they reached the courtyard, she found that all the knights, save the one with the skull mask and Ushar were already mounted on their horses. Ushar climbed onto his horse, and skull mask drew near Rey. “Do you know how to ride?”

She shook her head, “Not well.”

“Follow me.”

He led her to a horse, and before she knew what was happening, he’d lifted her up onto the saddle. Then, he climbed up behind her and took hold of the reigns. She grasped the saddle with her fingers as tightly as she could manage as the knights spurred their horses to leave Castle Jakku.

***

It took seven days to reach Castle Silence at the edge of the Mustafar Mountains. During the entire trip, the knights were silent. They offered no explanation of why Lord Plutt had sold her to them. She tried to ask questions but received no reply.

When they neared Castle Silence, she couldn’t help but feel awestruck. It was terrifyingly beautiful. Jagged peaks covered with snow rose high above the imposing castle’s towers. It was far colder than Rey was prepared for. Castle Jakku had been located on the edge of the desert, and though the nights were chilly, she’d never felt cold like this in her life.

The horses came to a stop in front of the castle, and she was placed on the ground. Rey glanced around her surroundings, and her eyes landed on the tiny, wrinkled old woman who was headed toward them from the door. She made her way to Rey and after, after looking her up and down for a few moments, said, “Come along, dear. We must get you ready.”

Rey followed the woman into the castle and asked, “Ready for what?”

“Your wedding, of course.”

Rey froze, “My what?”

The old woman turned back and caught hold of Rey’s hand. Gently, she tugged her forward, “Your wedding. Don’t worry, Lord Ren isn’t much for pomp and circumstance. But a bride should still look like a bride.”

Rey didn’t know how to respond to that. She wanted to break away, run from the castle, from all of this madness, but after seven days in the company of the knights, she knew her escape would be over before it even began.

The old woman opened the door to the most luxurious room Rey had ever seen. There was an immense bed covered with bedding and pillows that looked so soft that she fought the urge to run to it and throw herself upon it. Sunshine poured in through large windows that lined the wall.

“This will be your room, though Lord Ren will likely have you spend your nights with him,” the old woman told her.

Rey’s wonder at the room dissipated as she took in what had been said. “Lord Ren will what?”

“Heavens, dear, did you think your husband wouldn’t want you to share his bed?”

And that was the thing that was finally too much. Rey began to tremble, and her voice grew hoarse, “I don’t…I don’t know what’s happening.”

The woman led Rey to a plush chair and had her sit in it. She studied Rey for a few moments and then asked, “Did they tell you anything?”

Rey shook her head, “Skull Face asked me some questions about myself, and I know they gave Lord Plutt money for me. But they wouldn’t tell me anything.”

The old woman laughed gently, “Skull Face’s name is Ap’lek. Though, I would dearly love to see you call him Skull Face.” She patted Rey’s hand, “What’s your name, dear?”

“Rey.”

“I’m Maz.” She added, “I’m sorry they gave you no warning of what to expect. I should’ve known.”

Rey chewed at her lip, “Can you tell me anything? Why does Lord Ren want to marry me? I’m nobody.”

Maz gazed at her shrewdly, “I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re not nobody. I wish I could tell you who you are, but that is something only Lord Ren knows. As to why he wants to marry you, I’m afraid I don’t know that either. What I do know is that he has been searching for you for years.”

“But why?” Rey pressed.

Maz shook her head, “I don’t know. Truly, I don’t. That is another question that only Lord Ren will be able to answer.”

Rey wanted to cry in frustration. The few answers Maz had provided had given her little to work with. Apparently, Lord Ren was the only one who would be able to give her any satisfactory explanations, and she wasn’t sure that he was likely to do so.

“Now, let’s get you fed and ready. Lord Ren is waiting.”

***

Once dressed, Maz escorted Rey to the castle’s small chapel. As they walked, Rey tugged anxiously at the lace sleeves of her white dress. Her mind swirled with the few things she knew about Lord Ren. All she'd heard were stories, and not a single one had her convinced that she was in for anything other than a life of continued misery. The only thing that was consistent in all the stories was the mask. He never took it off. The general consensus was that he must be terribly disfigured. Why else constantly hide his face from the entire world?

They reached the chapel, and she froze. Standing at the entrance was a tall figure dre ssed in all black. Immense was the only word she could think of as she took in his height and broad chest. His large hands were covered by thick leather gloves, and he was wearing a black mask with harsh silver lines that completely covered his face and head. This was the creature she was being forced to marry. Considering how completely hidden he was from her, she couldn’t even think of him as a man. He stepped forward, offering his arm.

Several seconds passed as she stared at him. He waited, completely silent. From beside her, she heard Maz's soft voice, "Go ahead, dear." Gingerly, she took hold. He led her into the chapel, moving at a pace that, given how tall he was, was far slower than she’d anticipated. They stopped in front of the priest who stood waiting for them.

A week earlier, he had been little more than a story. A week earlier, she had been nothing more than a servant.

“Do you take this woman to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her? Staying with her through sickness and health, through better or worse, richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

She jolted hearing his voice. It was so strange. It was the voice of a human, but it had an odd, almost metallic edge to it.

The priest turned his attention to Rey, “Do you take this man to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him? Staying with him through sickness and health, through better or worse, richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

She studied the figure beside her. She couldn’t promise any of that, but the alternative would likely involve the magic sword she’d heard of. Maybe a quick death would be the preferable option.

You won’t be harmed. You will be safe.

She blinked. A voice, eerily similar to the one she’d heard a minute earlier, sans metallic edge, sounded loudly in her mind. The creature beside her made no movement, no indication that he’d been responsible for what she’d heard, and yet she knew that somehow he had been. She inhaled deeply and sealed her fate, “I do.”

“You are man and wife. Remember the vows you have made here today and live in peace.”

With that, the ceremony was over. When they stepped out of the chapel Maz was nowhere to be seen. Rey’s new husband silently walked her back to her room and left her there without a single word.

***

Night fell. She wore a simple nightgown and paced the room anxiously. Uncertainty filled her. What would her husband expect? She’d heard horrifying tales from the other servants at Lord Plutt’s. Stories of husbands doing things that sounded cruel and terrifying. And those servants had known their husbands, or at least they’d known them better than Rey knew hers.

She didn’t even know what her husband actually looked like.

It grew late, and weariness filled her. Her husband had yet to make an appearance, and she wondered if he intended to stay away. It would be a relief if he did. She went to the bed, pulled the curtains to shut out the light, and curled up under the covers. Sleep soon stole over her.

When she woke the next morning, she was still alone in the bed.

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Hi! Here's to you having a good month before New Year. What are your opinions on the Brother Gods? What do you think Hazel meant by "No more Gretchens"? Do you think he'll get his wish: no more Hunstmen Academies, which would be counterproductive if there are still Grimm wandering around destroying things (I hope when he meets Gretchen again in the afterlife she smacks his head like a whack-a-mole because seriously, "no more Gretchens"? Hypocrite much? What about all the Gretchens YOU made? Even if Ozpin is a hypocrite at least he didn't deliberately go after Hunstmen kids to kill them. Bitch) How do you think CRWY and RWBY are gonna handle the Gods? Do you think there still exists some Ozma in Oz that still loves Salem, or he just wants to get away from her now? What is it that you want CRWBY to explore more in the show that you feel they did not do enough? Do you think Salem's punishment was fitting, given that she refuses to let go or accept death? Drink water and eat fruits!

Hi! Thanks for the ask, and I hope the time leading up to new year is good for you too!

The Brother Gods

I think that it's interesting to include the Brother Gods, and that they help provide a lot of good backstory for the conflict between Salem and Oz. I do think that the God of Light's whole ultimatum about humanity needing to prove itself by uniting or be destroyed is a little bit unfair, but at the same time, from a story perspective really works well as a motivation for what's to come. It's a task that would be near impossible, but it's one that aligns perfectly with the themes of the show. Other than that, tho, tbh I do not think a ton about the Gods at the moment. I definitely will more as I get closer to talking about them in my fic, but for now I don't have a ton of thoughts

I do think tho than when it comes time for RWBY to confront the Gods, if they ever do, it will ultimately be a situation where while I think they will manage to unite humanity (or at least mostly do so), they don't need the Gods the guide them like the GoL mentioned. Remnant has been a literally godless world for so long. They're able to be self-sufficient. I don't think the Gods would necessarily be completely turned away, but I do think that some of their ideas will be challenged. After all, another major theme of the series is the current generation making changes to avoid the mistakes of past ones. Why shouldn't that include acknowledging the flaws in some of the ways the Brother Gods operated things, and trying to better adapt to the challenges and experiences of mortals?

I do think that their punishment for Salem was fairly fitting tho. It really seemed like something straight out of mythology and fairy tales for one, and it was a way they wanted to try and help her gain an appreciation for life. It didn't work out the way they hoped it would, but I don't think they can really be blamed for that (tho I do think immortality is the worst fate a person could ever endure). Also I just think Salem's backstory and motivation is the most metal thing in existence

No More Gretchens

The way I personally interpreted that line was less about no more Huntsman academies in the future, and more him saying that Ozpin needs to be more cautious in using children to fight his battles. Gretchen died on a training mission at Beacon, and while I don't think it was something directly tied to Ozpin's fight with Salem, there are connections to be made there, especially when you're a grieving brother. And, regardless of what the mission was for, it was a girl who was likely not much older than a teenager, who died under Ozpin's watch. Hazel believes that Ozpin is sending children to their death in a fight that cannot be won, so the way I interpreted that was that he was saying that he doesn't want this cycle to keep going. The people running the academies need to be careful in the future, they need to protect their students, and they need to make sure that no one else dies fighting against what may be inevitable.

Because of that, I think that while Huntsman academies will persist, following the main series they will have to evolve and become something that's a little safer, while still preparing their students to fight the Grimm. There needs to be less risks taken, and more support given to reduce the chances of anyone else dying the way Gretchen did

Oz and Salem

While I do think that there may be a tiny, buried part of Oz with some affection towards Salem still, I also think it would be hard to continue to love someone who over the years you've been locked in conflict with

What I would want to see CRWBY explore more in show

I mean, the obvious answer for me would have been more about Ironwood and especially his Semblance. Since Mettle's never addressed in the show, I think it's hard for a lot of people to understand what it even does, or even that it exists. Them clarifying it more would have been good. But Ironwood is did (rip bozo (affectionate)), so other than that, idk

On one hand, I wish they would do a little more with the Faunus. Especially when they were in Atlas, I think exploring what it's like to be a Faunus there would have been really interesting. But on the other hand, the series is still predominantly written by white people, and while I do think their understandings of how to handle writing fantasy racism have improved, I still would be cautious of them getting too deep into it without more people from racial minority groups involved

Also, kind of a basic answer, but I really want to see Ruby and Blake interact more. They barely get opportunities too, which is a shame because I like their relationship a lot. Hopefully in v9 we'll get more of that since it'll be very focused on Team RWBY