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vacantgodling · 1 year

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Eve's weird question timee: How do your ocs kiss? Is it tender, hungry, loving, or what ever you think it is?

hello hello! thank you for the ask and an excuse to talk about one of my favorite things KISSING!! i think i may do this for a couple of oc couples just bc maaaaan i love writing kisses.

AMON AND HYA (paramour)

these two actually don't kiss all that often; due to the nature of their relationship and hya having the biggest stick on PLANET EARTH up his ass, things that would be considered par for the course intimacy wise he just kind of shoves off. i mean hell, he doesn't say amon's Actual Name until nearly the end of the book.

when they kiss, its hungry and unrestrained. the sexual tension? through the fucking roof. their kisses are more about channeling that inner desire to claim (and to be claimed in amon's case COUGH)

have an excerpt of a kiss from the role swap au:

Hya reached across the worlds of a table between them, grasping Amon by his tie. He dragged him forward, all strength and no balk, until Amon felt hot breath skating like ice shards across his lips. “Would you say that’s the spell you’re under?” He whispered. Hya answered him with a bite to his lower lip and a commanding sweep of tongue that made Amon’s knees nearly buckle. He righted himself and surged back, fisting rough hands into Hya’s suit and dragging him too, till they were both nearly hanging off of it, having some ravenous conversation in the privacy of their tucked away table. When Hya pushed him back Amon’s head was spinning.

DAGMAR AND LILLIABET (celestial weddings)

i haven't talked about celestial weddings much but my god i'm not normal about any of these relationships; dag and lillia especially. their kisses are sweet and caring, full of love and longing and childlike wonder; they are childhood friends and each other's first loves and destied to be married even if dag wasn't going to take a stab at becoming the celestial ruler. they make me so UNBEARABLY soft

“You could start with a kiss.” Lilliabet’s arms tugged him closer until their lips brushed against one another’s. “I have been longing to kiss you for ages, Dag.” “Isn’t it bad luck to kiss before a wedding day?” He quipped, but he closed his eyes and drew closer, pressing their lips together softly, but soundly. When Dagmar pulled back, Lilliabet took a moment to let their eyes flutter open, gazing up at him as though they were caught in a dream. Overhead a comet crossed the dark sky, but they were both too enraptured with the quiet intimacy of this moment to pay it much mind.

PERI AND DANDY (peri & dandy)

these two are (literally) two halves of the same soul (right and left brain to be exact). whenever they kiss it's like coming home, its like everything that was off in the universe has realigned. its hungry and its passionate, but its also filled with desperation to be safe, to never be parted again.

He squeezed Dandy again. “Missed it.” He mumbled. Dandy looked him back in the eyes. “I missed you.” And finally the ritual was complete; Dandy, ever eager, crashed his lips against his. It was never elegant when they reunited; there was never any finesse. Dandy always kissed him like a man drowned and even Peri would admit to his own impatience.

GRAVES AND DOVE (the graves we dug)

oh these idiots. these absolutely toxic and struggling bafoons.

their kisses hurt and they're bittersweet. they're reminders of what they used to have before dove "died" and how they can never regain what they lost even if they so desperately want it back. its like a nice memory before the gut punch that all of this is wrong; the swill of bitter coffee underneath whipped cream, etc etc.

He straddled Graves’s lap, tracing that gloved hand down until it reached the first button of his shirt. Before he could pop it, Graves’s hand covered his own, surprisingly gently. “I know you’re lying.” He didn’t mean for his voice to come out like that, this… soft amid the tension. It did something to Dove, he could tell. The angry lines on his soft face smoothed, until that cherry lipped smile was the only thing left tugging at Graves’s heartstrings and then he was tasting it. Dove pulled back, and as with everything, Graves let him do what he wanted. He popped the first button. “Let me pretend.” Dove sighed. “That you’re not lying?” Graves found his hands already inching to that familiar seat on Dove’s waist. “That I want what you want.” Another button popped. “Just for a little while.”

N AND BEAU (dead rites)

its the type of "i shouldn't want this as much as i do" type of kiss. it feels forbidden (and technically is to a certain extent; vampires who sleep with or have relationships with humans in this world can face jail time for up to 15 years yikes) but there's this magnetism about bibi that n just finds himself helpless to resist. he does his best, though bibi doesn't make it quite easy. he's quite obsessed with n to put it mildly.

Before N could even process anything else, Beau’s lips were claiming his in a desperate kiss. His tongue pushed its way past his rosy red lips and plunged into his mouth, harsh and claiming and N couldn’t stop his head from spinning even if he tried. There was hardly a panic around them; in the back of his mind, N swore all he heard was a door opening, then shutting, but all he could focus on was Beau. N wound his hands tighter into the vampire’s hair, tugging his head to the side to kiss him deeper and Beau groaned into it, rocking his hips instinctively against the barely there fabric of N’s dress. One of his heels was lost in the sauce— he felt it drop to the floor when he hooked his legs tighter around Beau’s waist but he couldn’t bring himself to fully care. All that mattered was Beau’s lips on his, after a month of wanting him, craving him, this is exactly what he needed.

CLEAR AND FORTE (the chronicles of lathsbury)

technically this is all epilogue/mid section between books 1 and 2, however, they're so TENDER with each other it hurts so good. its the kind of tooth rotting fluff that makes you squeal and hide your face in your hands. its all the butterflies of a first crush and a first love, the nerves, but also the reassurance that this is your friend, someone who you've trusted time and time again so why not with your heart too? it just makes me ache i'm so EMO about them

Kissing Forte was overwhelming, in the best way. Clear slowly let himself reply, pressing back gently, letting his eyes slowly fall closed and his arms slid up his firm chest to pull Forte closer. He went. His other arm came around to rest on Clear’s waist, and he tilted his head, letting the kiss fall deeper. Clear smelled of lavender and fresh lenin, and Forte felt intoxicated by the way lithe hands slowly climbed into his hair, tugging gently, but purposefully. Forte licked gently at the lip pressed against his, and Clear easily opened his mouth, and their tongues slid languidly against one another— enough to hint at an underlying desire that they would perhaps explore later. Much later. For now, it was enough to prod, to acknowledge, to taste, to slowly savor.

RAYMOND AND LAURENT (vampires don't take roadtrips)

these two are the sort of "long time coming" kind of kiss. its slow and methodical and unhurried, but definitely exploratory. the "i didn't realize i could have this" type of kiss; the kind that seems never ending because to make sure its real you have to explore it

Laurent stroked long fingers against the bunched material of Raymond’s shirt tucked into his dress pants, and let his friend work his mouth open with long, languid drags of his tongue. Laurent’s eyes, half lidded and not fully closed, studied the half furrow of Raymond’s brows. If it was stress, or relief, pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But he licked back against Raymond’s tongue as it started to retreat, coaxing him back to him after a scant parting for breath.

alright let me calm down that was a LOT of kisses and idk if you were really bargining for all that when you asked but i LOOOOOVE talking about any of my MANY couples so thank you again for asking lol

#ren writing #s: darren and co #s: tcol #s: dead rites #s: the graves we dug #s: peri & dandy #s: celestial weddings #s: paramour

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shipcestuous · 4 months

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This is one of those times I'm so glad this blog and its followers are so open about obscure fandoms, weird takes, and OCs (even when inspired by canon characters). If not for you guys, I wouldn't really have anyone to talk about this and get it out of my head!

Honestly I'm a little bit embarrassed about this, because it all starts with Disney comics. The Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck ones. In Europe and Brazil, they're still going strong, with plenty of new stories across all possible genres, about all possible characters, being published regularly. You can find more information on the topic here: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/ComicBook/DisneyMouseAndDuckComics

Anyway, not really the sort of thing people usually associate with incest or otherwise "problematic" shipping, right? But, there's this new series of stories that's still being published about an ancestor of Scrooge McDuck (Donald Duck's super rich but stingy uncle) that has always been mentioned through the comics' history as a corsair. You could call the whole thing an attempt to expand on his character and give him an origin story, as he starts out as a humble innkeeper's son with big dreams and secretly join the crew of a corsair in the employ of the British Crown against his parents' will, and as of now he's still nowhere near the fierce captain he's know as in the rest of the canon.

Well, I suppose that's already long enough for a premise! To get to the point of what I actually want to say, in the most recent story in the series, the crew Scrooge's ancestor's sailing with is tasked by the king to find a treasure with a map he entrusted their captain with, all without running afoul of a dreaded pirate who's been targeting the Crown's navy and corsair ships. However, the captain brags about this important mission while eating out with the crew and... guess who shows up on their route, after his men overhear and run back to refer everything to him?

The pirate and his crew make quick work of the corsair ship's crew but (this being a kids' story) they're ready to leave without sinking it or killing anyone as soon as the captain hands them the map. Except, Scrooge's ancestor is as hot-tempered and stubborn as his descendant, and him and another member of the crew, a young female cartographer who's as much of an idealistic dreamer as he is, end up getting themselves captured and forced to do grueling manual work on the pirate ship after refusing to accept that their captain could really just want to surrender like that and still trying to fight back even after everything was over.

Sure enough, right after it turns out the captain only surrendered so easily because he and the king set a trap for the pirate: the map doesn't lead to any treasure but to a tract of sea that ships are rumored to never come back from, and the captain's bragging wasn't carelessness but a way to set the plan in motion. He hid the truth from his crew because he was ashamed of letting himself be talked into using a trick against the enemy instead of beating him in a fair fight, but now two people under his command will pay the price for his deception... of course, the rest of the crew gets him to admit he still remembers the route on the map and to track down the pirate ship to save them despite the risk for themselves.

Meanwhile, back with the pirates, Scrooge's ancestor enters the pirate captain's quarters... and is promptly kicked out in a seemingly nonsensical (and very defensive-looking) rage, because he caught him staring wistfully at the portrait of some guy on the wall. (Very Hark! A Vagrant: Nemesis comic, if you ask me: http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=327)

Stay with me, I promise this is where things start getting good! Also, at this point I was totally already thinking "oh, is that a portrait of his dad? Maybe he was navy and he was always too busy sailing off on the king's orders to be with him, so now he's bitter...?"

Anyway, things finally clear themselves up when the pirates reach the spot marked on the map and realize they've been duped, as their ship is now stuck in an impenetrable mass of mud and algae and it looks like they'll be forced to live out their days alone on some tiny little island in the Carribean, miles away from all civilization. Tempers start running hot... until they meet a crew that suffered the same fate years ago. The older crew's captain turns out to have been a navy officer and tells them they really have no way out but offers them a place in the community he and his men have built for themselves. But then the pirate captain... starts to antagonize him right away and asks, in a very resentful tone, if he really doesn't remember him.

It turns out I wasn't entirely wrong! The older crew captain recognizes the pirate captain as his younger brother and is shocked and appalled at the man he became. But the pirate captain says he has no right to talk (or even to address him with his real name, which no one has probably called him in years after he chose a more intimidating one for his new position) after he abandoned him when he needed him most.

The older brother argues that he did no such thing, but they just view the same event from two very different perspectives. When the pirate captain was a child, the older brother, who used to live with him and their grandmother, told him he'd be leaving to join the navy because that was his destiny and he had to follow its call. The (still not a) pirate captain begged him to stay, but in return was simply told that he'd understand when he got older and found his own calling, and that their grandmother would take care of him. Suffice to say, he wasn't impressed. Instead, after the older brother left, he swore he'd one day take his revenge on all the king's ships for taking his brother away. And then, of course, the older brother's ship got stuck and he never came home to make him reconsider his goal.

In fact, back in the present of the story, the pirate captain implies he believes the older brother always meant to go away and never come back anyway, possibly because he wanted fame and fortune and their humble family life just wasn't doing it for him. And after implying that, he immediately throws himself at the older brother, sword first, forcing him into a duel. Who's winning and who's losing seems to alternate from moment to moment but, eventually, the older brother kind of calls out the pirate captain for fighting recklessly because he's driven only by his grudge and overpowers him, ending the duel without either of them getting harmed. The pirate captain claims he'll never forgive him and the older brother points out he's never asked for that, but he hopes the pirate captain will learn to see things from a new perspective now. Then he leaves him to stew in his conflicted feelings and once again stare after him as he goes away.

In the end, the corsair ship comes to save the day, minding the danger and keeping far off the coast enough not to get stuck too, and offer to bring everything back to England. The older brother and his crew have gotten so used to life on the island that they don't want to leave anymore, especially since it's not even like all the people they used to know won't have moved on with their lives in their absence. But when it comes tthe time for the pirates to choose, their captain looks to his brother again... and hesitates. A member of his crew (perhaps only out of self-interest, but I like to read a little more into it...) steps forward and helpfully points out that if they go back with the corsair ship, they will all be arrested as soon as they disembark. The pirate captain agrees and so they also stay. (Why couldn't they have pretended to go with the corsair and his crew peacefully then take control of the ship and divert it to go to Tortuga or somewhere else? Maybe they'd left all the weapons except the captain's sword on the pirate ship. Maybe it was just too risky. Or, well, maybe...)

In the conclusion of the story, Scrooge's ancestor reflects that the pirates got a much better ending than what they could have ever hoped for. But it's clear he's thinking of the pirate captain in particular, and how now he's finally reunited with his brother and can work to repair their relationship while hopefully also becoming a better person. As a character, the pirate captain actually mostly serves as a foil to Scrooge's ancestor himself, who starts the story still resenting his parents for forbidding him to chase his dreams of freedom and adventure and trying to convince him that there was no other path for him but taking over the family inn sometimes in the future when they couldn’t run it anymore, thus refusing to write to them when he had the chance to even just to tell them he's alright and doing well for himself. Thanks to him, he sees the hardened and vindictive person he could become, but also that when you're lucky enough to be given a second chance, you should take it. And in particular, he learns how important family is and how terrible it is to push it away or lose it. (His cartographer friends also helps a lot with this last thing, as she reveals to him that her real reason for sailing is that her parents were adventurers until one day they disappeared on a sea voyage and she never saw them again: she thinks they're still somewhere out there and won't allow herself to lose her hope of finding them. I hope she does in the next stories in the series, and gives me some more complex family relationships...)

Now, you get why my incest senses were a-tingle from the first to the last page, don't you...? I really hope so! It was a beautiful story, bittersweet and actually fairly mature for its target audience of kids.

And yet... it bothered me a bit how the pirate captain was mostly written off by the narrative as immature and blinded by hatred. Sure, he was a bad person doing bad things (or as bad as possible in a Disney comic, at least), he let his inner turmoil turn him from a sweet kid into a criminal, and he obviously shouldn’t have tried to skewer his older brother with a sword first thing after finding him again. But he'd clearly never stopped loving him and was deeply wounded by what he thought had happened.

And also... he did have a point, sort of? Chasing your dreams can be a good and noble thing, and that must have surely been the angle the story was going for, to support and parallel the theme of Scrooge's ancestor being a dreamer with an unsupportive family himself. But really, leaving a child with a "oh, it's just my destiny, I absolutely can't stay but also I won't elaborate any further, you'll just get it when you're older" is... yeah, no, I'm almost impressed the pirate captain didn't grow up even more messed up and angsty. (Mind you, he's the kind of character who dresses all in black, with messy long black hair artistically framing and often partially hiding his face and a cool facial scar. He's plenty emo already.)

And while the older brother had no intention of abandoning him or getting stuck on the island, and he did have a right to have his own ambitions outside of taking care of him, I still think saying “I’m sorry for what you went through, and that you thought I didn’t love you,” instead of acting alternatively indignant and stoic and insisting the pirate captain just needed to see things from his point of view, would have gone a long way? Or at least, throwing in a quick "I wanted to come back, once, but now I see I might already have everything I need on this island," instead of immediately saying "we got used to living here so we're staying," might have helped establish that he also really did care and want to patch things up, rather than making it look like the pirate captain was the only one who needed to make an effort? Plus, there's the whole thing about how the story sticks to period sensibilities for some things and going against the British Crown of all things is in itself always framed as bad even when the king proves to be sort of a dastardly scumbag himself, I guess...

So, inspired by both the positive and negative sides of the story I found myself thinking about after reading... I made up in my head a little original story loosely inspired by the two brothers (but with human characters, not anthropomorphic animals, lol) that I'll probably never write down. (Mostly because it's really just a bunch of poorly connected scenes, at the moment... and I don't really feel like doing all the research I'd need for it, not being very familiar with the historical period at all besides, like, watching the Pirates of the Caribbean movies...)

In this story, the older brother is still a naval officer who (somehow) found himself stranded in an unknown island away from civilization, unable to leave or inform anyone back home of his troubles (perhaps due to something supernatural, this time) before managing to come back with what was left of his crew after building a raft and being found and rescued by some merchant ship against all odds and probably a sea storm or two. But this time, there really was an element of wanting more than a monotonous "provincial life" to his choice to sail off, rather than just some vague inner calling, even if he did always mean to come back and see to bettering the younger brother's life as well and giving him a good education, after making enough money for all that.

While the younger brother is still a pirate captain, but this time, he's had to fend for himself ever since the grandmother died a few years after the older brother's departure (their parents having both passed away when he was very little), and becoming a pirate was a choice born out of necessity as much as grief and hatred. His first years as a young cabin boy and his climbing through the ranks until he became captain after that were anything but easy and bloodless, and he's learned to trust no one. No one, except the oldest members of his crew, who've stuck with him ever since they all staged a mutiny against their previous captain and supported him when he took the command, and who are now basically the only family he believes he has, even if he tries his hardest to keep even them at arm's length because, under a carefully curated tough, scary exterior, he's secretly terrified that if he allows himself to be close to someone else, he'll just lose them too. (He has abandonment issues the size of a house.)

Once back in their homeland, the older brother tries to get back his position in the navy, where he’d been rapidly climbing through the ranks too before his disappearance, but he can barely prove who he is, as barely anyone remembers him and he looks like some random shipwrecked sailor telling tall tales. And even after his identity isn’t in doubt anymore, him being reluctant to talk about why exactly he disappeared (again, perhaps due to something supernatural, but maybe it’s about trauma too) makes everyone think he’s a bit touched in the head and unfit to reprise his role. His pride wounded and his attempts to go back to his old life and regain a sense of normalcy about to be dashed, he impulsively vows to capture this young hotshot pirate he's been hearing about since his return and who’s been putting the king’s navy to shame and robbing his merchant ships blind, and gathers a new crew made up of what few of his men decided to stick with him instead of leaving to try and find their families and friends again (or who just didn’t blame him for getting them stranded for slong) and what few new recruits agreed to join him for what little play he could offer…

Obviously, they all get killed or captured by the younger brother. Who is about to kill the older one during a fight at sea but then recognizes him as soon as he gets close enough to strike the fatal blow and just knocks him out instead, ordering his men to take him prisoner, claiming he’ll see if they can get some ransom or some info about the navy’s plans to dealing with them out of him and his ragtag crew but really having no idea what he’ll do next. He is, of course, internally devastated and furious and so so confused, with a dash of incredulous relief and excitement he desperately tries to repress deep down inside him, under his icy exterior. His most loyal man immediately pick up on it and start suspecting something's up.

The older brother isn’t quite as keep on the uptake but, eventually, he figures out that the despicable (yet handsome) pirate whom he’s supposed to bring to justice and who keeps glowering at him while ignoring the rest of his men and making angry, cryptic remarks at him, is really the sweet, sensitive little brother he thought he’d left safe and sound at home and was crushed to be unable to find again (he tried to look for him at first when he came back, but then he didn’t find anyone when he returned to their old house, got told by locals the old lady there had died and the boy had moved shortly after, and resigned himself to having lost his family and being unable to do anything about it) and, more than that, who clung to him and begged him so earnestly to stay when he told him goodbye.

Naturally, now they’re both confused, devastated and furious at each other. Cue a back and forth of accusations that they both deny and insults that cut deeper than either of them could imagine. And both crews figuring out what’s really going on, with the older brother's men realizing they've just followed a possible madman right into a convoluted family drama and thus exasperated at both him and their own life choices, and the younger brother’s (especially the older men, who knew him when he was a novice sailor who’d sometimes let slip sad little things about his family and watched him grow into their cold, ruthless leader) doubling the hostility towards the older brother because they feel super protective of their captain in their own way and don’t want him to get any more emotionally hurt.

From then on, it’s all about petty skirmishes hiding deeper issues and a lot of hurt on both sides… because I quite simply think not nearly enough media about siblings being enemies or rivals takes advantage of all the possible childish pettiness of the dynamic. The older brother tries to corrupt a member of the younger’s crew to carry a message to the local authorities the next time they have to make port to get supplies, only for him to relay everything to his captain? “Our honored guest, the brave pirate-hunter, would do well to remember how he could never even talk his way out of a thrashing from our grandmother after sneaking out at night with his friends, before he attempts any further negotiations.” The younger brother sends down his men to the older’s cell to threaten him? “Mr. Bosun, please be so kind as to remind your captain that I used to tuck him in every night and sing him lullabies when he woke up from having night terrors, so he’ll have to do better than this if he really wants me to see him as someone I should be intimidated by.” And yet, as this goes on, sometimes it ends up sounding like a much easier sort of bickering between brothers, almost like they’re making up for lost time or they both just really really want to remember their shared childhood and to test the waters to see if the other harbors the same wish… and at some point, even the crews notice this and start to warm up to both, wish for a peaceful resolution between them (which would be beneficial to them as well, at least in the case of the older brother's crew'), and very carefully start nudging them in the right direction to try to get them to admit how they really feel.

To eventually move the “plot” on, I think the brothers would then have to team up against another threat, possibly an older and even fiercer pirate who pretended to ally himself with the younger brother only to stab him in the back later because he felt threatened by his rising star, with the younger brother already knowing he should keep an eye on him from the beginning due both to pirates not being the most reliable allies in general and to his own trust issues but being too distracted by the older brother being back in his life to really pay attention to anything else in the end.

After a bit more of a heated back and forth with plenty of recriminations (“this is your fault, none of it would've happened if you’d just stayed gone forever!” “Oh, so it’s my fault if you’re a criminal who associates him scum and, somehow, that didn’t work out splendidly for you?”) finding themselves needing to work together to survive would cause the love both brothers deny to still feel for each other to take center stage and push them to look out for one another, have each other’s back in the face of mortal danger, and finally, in the quieter moments, admit that they really want nothing more than what they used to have together and talk about what really happened to both of them openly and honestly. They’d both be horrified at what the other’s gone through in their years apart and regret causing them more pain on top of that, and even with some difficulty and uncertainty caused by the fear of being refused by the other, they’d both finally take responsibility for their own bad choices, flaws, and mistakes. And then… maybe they’d also find the courage to admit that their feelings aren’t strictly familial anymore more and that (surprise!) this has been a slowburn incest story all along. (The crews are, for the most part, supportive. Incredibly weirded out but, to be fair, most of them have seen even weirder shit at sea…)

In the end, they obviously take down the other pirate together and, after that, I could see three possible conclusions:

The navy assumes the older brother is entirely responsible for the other pirate’s capture, gives him back his position, hires his crew, and expects him to bring the younger brother and his men to justice as well. The older brother pretends to go along with all this but at the last moment he lets the younger get away, making it look like an unfortunate mistake. The two of them know one day they may meet and have to fight each other again, and quietly pine away for each other and their impossible love in a bittersweet ending.

Same as above, but it’s only the younger brother who assumes the older will accept the whole deal and, at best, allow him to get away, at worst, let him hang. Instead, the older brother credits him and his men for helping with the capture and pleads their case to the authorities until he gets them all a pardon and the chance to work as corsairs in the service of the Crown. The younger brother still has a healthy dislike for the king and the navy, but now that the older is back and loves him as family and more, maybe he can’t rightly blame them for taking him away anymore. And taking the deal (and the chance not to have to fight his brother again) is, after all, better than dying an taking all his crew along with him for his pride…

Same as above, but the older brother has become disillusioned with both the navy and the Crown through the story, so he bids goodbye to all that he started out trying to regain and refuses. The two brothers then sail off together and retire with their respective crews somewhere where no one knows them, hiding their true identities so they can all live as they wish.

In addition, somewhere during the whole mess… just because I love kink as character exploration and a bit of flustered jealousy here and there in my incest… the older brother somehow finds out that the younger has a thing for men who are older than him and able/willing to both dominate him and make him feel safe, cared for and cherished at the same time. It absolutely stems from the abandonment issues he helped cause, and anyway the younger brother never picks guys he feels he could really be very close to or have any permanent (or as permanent as a pirate could make it) relationship with (because he’d much break things off soon than stay and see if they’d run off on him later, even if during sex, he can’t help but want them to reassure him they’re not going anywhere, even if just for the moment), but the older brother absolutely freaks out when he first learns of it.

He tries to tell himself that it’s because homosexuality is wrong and he doesn’t want to think of his own brother debasing himself like that (even if he’s well aware that men getting closer over long voyages at sea might often find they have an interest in that sort of things, and despite trying to repress his own instincts for years, he's also had a couple of boyfriends himself when he was younger) and then, once their relationship has improved a bit, that he doesn't like it because the younger brother's lovers just seem uncaring and untrustworthy and thus unworthy of him. (Maybe the other pirate they end up fighting together is the latest one on a list of unadvisable lovers, because under all the distrust there’s some simmering attraction, just to complicate everything further? Him perceiving that something's not quite right and taunting both brothers with the relationship, stirring up one's shame and rage and the other's jealousy and protectiveness and general possessiveness, would be kind of...) But near the end of the story, he’s forced to recognize that he’s simply attracted to that vulnerable side of the younger brother, that chink in the armor he’s painstakingly built over the years, and wants to have it (as well as all the rest of him) to himself only. Until he does, thought, that’s another thing driving a wedge between the brothers, as the younger one feels, on top of everything else, ashamed of his softer and more needy side being revealed to someone who hurt him and also rejected for who he really is by someone he can’t help but still care for. (And, even if only subconsciously, afraid that he might never have a chance with the older brother, after such a negative reaction...)

I realize I’ve written like a whole novel without meaning to, and I promise I’ll stop now, as well as apologize for the endless rant in your inbox. XD But damn, it really does feel good, getting all that out and sharing it with someone who I know won’t judge!

Inspiration comes from all places. No need to be embarrassed if it was a Donald Duck comic! That's a really rich, mature storyline between brothers from such a source, and the OCs and their dynamic you built from it is so cool. That would make a great novel. I'm such a sucker for brothers in an "i hate you but I don't really" situation.

I'm so glad you shared your thoughts with us!

#asks #r: brothers #original fiction #noiv #nr #walt disney comics #tw: incest

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sunnsartbook · 1 year

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“Watch the Stars”

OC Story:

An.: Some sweet stuff, fluffy with a bit of angst and sadness. This actually made me cry a bit so i hope you like it ^^.

It was a beautiful starry night sky. Crickets chirp. Waves of the sea pounded against the walls of the reef. The streets on this calm island have been quiet for a long time.

“You know...” A voice rise in the starry night, just a quiet whisper. “...my feets are killing me. How about we rest for a while?”

Isn't it cute how she tried to lie to him? She knew that he was in a rush, but she also had this weird feeling. That feeling that this was the last time they ever talk to each other or be with each other. She was worried. But would she ever say it to him? Not really. Sadly.

They met just by an accident. She was searching for some information. What a coincidence! He too!

She promised that she would help him out. How stupid to think that she would never help him. She loved him more than everything in this chaotic world.

“Haha! Come on! I know you better than you think. How about that...” He turned around, smiled at her smaller being.

She growled at him, punched him on his Arm. That earns her just an another laugh by him. “...i can carry you. It's not like you weight a ton.” Her next punch came unexpected.

“You know... i really missed you...” Silently she snuggled into his Back. It was warm... no, he was warm. It wasn't too hot, it was a bit in the middle. Comfortable.

He just hummed at her. He would never really admit it to her but he felt the same way. It was hard for him in the past, seeing her getting more sick day by day. What ever that helped her getting cured, he was just so relieved. But still, he wished that she would never be in fights, on the sea or in any organisation. A normal life is what he wished for her. He is scared that anything could happen to her. This is the reason why he never talk to someone about her. Not even a single Man on the Moby Dick. No one should ever know that she was also the Child of...

“Do you ever looked up?” Her question stopped the train of thought in his mind. “What do you mean? I always looking forward?” She laughed at him. “Not like that silly! I mean up to the stars.” His frown disappeared. Looked up into the starry sky. Indeed it was a beautiful view. “Would it not be nice to be free like all those stars?” He was confused. Free like the stars? But they are Free. Nobody say them what they should do. They can do whatever they want. Travel wherever they want. “Seems like this stupid blonde back then infected you... Freedom?” He looked at her with a serious look. But she just grabbed his chin, forced him to stare back at the sky. “Do you see that really bright Star? Its called Sirius. All this Stars can be followed. Sometimes it helps me to Coordinate.” “I didn't know that you know so much about this but still! What has this to do with being free?” He asked her. “You cant be Free as long you follow someone... I can talk about this things all day, but i dont think you will ever understand...” Things she never would have. At least this is what she thinks. Things that Stars represent like: Love, hope and a life.

She never felt loved or hope. Was seeing the Reaper of death more then once in her life.

Her Sickness

The lost of someone important

Torture

Manipulations

It tormented her until late at night.

“Hey! Look at this! Doesn't it look like a squashed square?” He pointing at the Star constalation, slowly she looked in the pointing direction. She smiled. “Its called Capricorn...”

2 Years later:

“Its a Capricorn... Are you also watching it? I hope so. I promise... We will see it once again. Dear Brother... ”

For her... It seemed... Death was the only way to be really Free.

Inspired by Song: AIR - Kelly Watch the Stars

#anime oc #oc #anime #one piece #one piece oc #op #op oc #portgas d ace #gol d. ace

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xxk3vonicaxx · 2 years

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I know this is a little odd, but im an old acquaintance-ish friend of blurrys from a while ago, back when we were about 12, where they told me about their tumblr and all the characters they drew. So I recently decided to try and find their blog to pass by and see what they've been up to after all these years, and I guess I chose the wrong time because all i see is people getting mad at them for a controversy? If you don't mind filling me in on what happened, I'd greatly appreciate it. If you dont want to its fine, It's just not everyday you go to check-up on an old acquaintance just to find out they got themselves into hot water 😭. It's so weird to think of the nice kid I met all that time ago doing something bad enough to delete all their blogs but everyone's capable I guess..

Hooo boyy, I'll try and just give you a rundown of the short versionn, aaa

Basicallyy firstt, Blurry got mad at me and made a callout post on me for drawing suggestive content/making a joke fic of his OCs when he did the same thing with one of his ownn (drawing wisee), after which he and his friend Cultc0re made false accusations about me being a proshipper to try and slander my name 'cause I ship two villains together in my web show who are unrelated adults in a consensual relationshipp (when Blurry was actually the one who romanticizes abusee, aand Cult is a proshipper despite how many times she tries to deny itt). He also complained about how I have a "school shooter OC" when he has an OC who's a full on executionerr, hhh

Thenn, a doc dropped on Blurryy, exposing him for being a hypocritee, gatekeepingg, aand romanticizing abusee (Ooohh, aand he also bought 1,000$ worth of characters from an artist who's a proshipper who drew CP and n*zi artt aand made false grooming accusations about mee). In that doc it was also shown that he stole my best friend's outfit designs for his OCss, acting like they were his when they weren'tt. In his "defensee", he only gave her credit for them on the day the doc dropped to save facee aand he was using retracted statements from my bestie in said "defense" to make himself look betterr

After thatt, I apologized for the draws and the joke fic by taking them down aand privating the ficc, to which Cult reblogged it and twisted the narrativee. Every single time Blurry "apologizedd", he only said that his behavior was wrongg, never that he was truly sorryy, mmm

Finallyy, the callout post droppedd, exposing him for ableismm, guilt-trippingg, lyingg, aand hypocrisyy. After 2 parts of it droppedd, Blurry started deleting his accountss. Quickly after the full post droppedd, Blurry tried "apologizingg", buut he lied in his "apologyy", not really meaning anything he had said aand admitted he was doing it to save facee

Sooo, tl;dr: Blurry got exposed for ableismm, hypocrisyy, lyingg, design theftt, gatekeepingg, guilt-tripping otherss, aand romanticizing abusee

The doc is heree, aand the callout post is heree

#text post #blurry-kun #ask #the-art-cave

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lycanstonebutch · 2 years

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for the questions!! 16, 17, 58, 68!!

HIHIHI CATBOY NICE TO SEE U AROUND THESE PARTS OF THE FOREST.

15. Do you have any of your own nudes on your phone right now? Yes i do,,, I have both some of mine and some of Sapphe's since we share a phone. AHAH ( I realized you asked me 16 17 but i already answered... so free bonus answer )

16. Do you have anyone else’s nudes on your phone right now? I feel like i try to avoid saving ppl's nudes bcuz it makes me feel creepy, i think ive never saved anyones nudes for any horny reasons ive only ever saved nudes art art references or to reference an OC? And i try to delete them afterwards AHAH

17. Do you have anyone from Tumblr’s nudes on your phone right now? FOR THE SAME REASONS AS ABOVE YES AND NO... I think i get way too scared of being creepy and if im ever like.... rlly rlly gay abt a picture i'll just go back to the post my mutual made and look at it again,,, but tbh i rarely interact with pictures overall bcuz even if im encouraged or told its fine im always more scared of being creepy. IDK!!! I mean smtimes im worried about interacting with ur pics cuz im like. Hope he doesn't think im being WEIRD and EVIL and FUCEKD up rn. 58. Do you have any recurring fantasies you keep coming back to? Do you think they’ll ever happen? Oh like a lot, I think one of my favourite is really like.... flustering someone until they get really dizzy and buzzy in the head and they're like so horny they start getting all 🥺 Another one is. Breeding..... the idea of bending someone over particularly grabbing their hips and fucking into them and feeling the way they feel around me, the way they feel around my knot, and seeing how good they feel once I cum inside them bcuz they want me to.. Hot. And a third one would be consensually intoxicating someone as a planned lil thing, but specifically in the context of petplay. I like the idea of using it as treats until they get so high and buzzy they're all confused and needy and I can just guide them further into the scene. I'd wanna know what their usual limit is though beforehand, lots of talking would have to go into it but theres just smth so hot abt both knowing you're getting the other completely blissed and high out their mind and soon they'll be a buzzy dumb needy lil thing behaving like its in heat bcuz all they can think about are the thoughts I'm putting into their head and that is 'You're a poor thing in heat and im here to help' SORRY FOR THE LONG ANSWER... 68. Admit something sexual that you’ve never told anyone else before. Mmmmm Im pretty open about my fantasies or sexual stuff so i can't think of anything i haven't told at least ONE person before.... maybe mmm, im kinda into sheathplay? Like. There is smth hot abt the sheath part of having a werewolf cock. I also just think overall the gender euphoria of fur is amazing and there's this one scene in beastars, the scene where Haru misunderstands the context and starts undressing Legoshi- okay she puts her hand on his stomach and softly compliments his fur and says she wants to see if its the same color below. That scene killed me, like in many ways ITS SO EMBARASSING TO ADMIT. BUT LIKE IT GAVE ME?? SM GENDER ENVY?? THAT I ALMOST STARTED CRYING?? BUT ALSO THEN I GOT SO HORNY IMAGINING SOMEONE SAYING AND DOING THAT TO ME. OKAY THERE. I DONT THINK IVE TOLD ANYONE THAT BEFORE>

#asmodeus.answers #mewrotica #hehehe

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compressingsins · 3 years

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Fade Away

Pairing; Joker x chubby f!reader

Warning; Detailed NSFW (lemon), with plot.

(I don't think I've seen fire force get as much recognition as it deserves. But I find Joker so... hot and if he's OC a little, sorry)... ♡

Word Count: 7.4k

~~~~~

"Who said I was coming back, huh?"

"Why not, though? I mean..."

"What do you need me for?"

"I just... you're special, to me."

"Anyone can save a person's life, doesn't mean you should fall for them."

~~~~~

"Guys, do you have to be so noisy? We have so much work to be done, right now."

A sigh went past your lips as your hands grasped the sides of your face and propped your head up on your elbows, listening to your blonde headed friend and black haired friend argue. Honestly, you don't even know what the arguement was about, they just started out of no where. And all of you have so much work to do, but they don't seem to understand that.

Ever since these two joined, you have to admit that the your team has been more lively than ever. They are annoying but you appreciated them, and is happy that they're your new recruits instead of whoever else. Not that bubblegum chewing blonde guy that's always hitting on you, whenever you see him and visit his district. Arthur and Shinra was loud and annoying but not more annoying than him.

But at this very moment, you wanted to snap at them and yell at them but your captain usually does or the lieutenant but quite frankly, they weren't in right now. Neither was Captain Hibana, and she's usually always here if Shinra is. But you knew about the meeting they were having so you understood, but you didn't understand why no one tried shutting them up but you.

Shinra's voice grabbed your attention, though, only your ears perking up to listen.

"He always try to think he's better in skill than me! Tell him, ____, I'm stronger!"

"You can never be stronger than a knight, Shinra! You're not worthy of a great knights title, you belong under my feet!"

This was practically a daily routine of theirs and it was getting very difficult to deal with. Literally, none of the girls were even focused on them as they were doing their own thing when you looked at them... playing with fire in the building. You knew the lieutenant was possibly going to lay into them, if he heard about them messing around with their fire in the building, when he's gone.

And since you were very mature for your age, you knew he expected high expectations from you. But it was so hard to cope with, especially since you're tolerating this by yourself. Even though you do enjoy their company, they were so annoying. And your irritation was building up rapidly, causing you to grumble and storm out of the building, hearing everyone shouting out your name on exit.

You didn't mind them being noisy, when the time was appropriate but right now with as much as you need to get done, you couldn't tolerate this. You always made sure you put the most important things first, even though they are one, tracking down and figuring out internal combustion was something really important. That was your main task and you were determined to figure it out.

As you're sitting on the steps of your Fire Force Company, footsteps met your ears causing your head to look up in the direction of the source. It was the postman, coming around at his normal time of it being 12 o'clock in the afternoon, his blue suited uniform confirming him. You stood up and saluted out of instinct, just a sign of respect that you delivered to people who you saw fit.

"At ease, soilder there's no need for that," His words instantly made you relax, "I have a message for someone in your company named uh, ____ ____?"

You perked up at his words and nodded eagerly, "That's me, sir. Who does it say its from?"

His eyes looked down at the sealed white message that had a sticker in the corner along with writing, "Let's see. Weird... it doesn't actually say, maybe someone you know?"

"Maybe, but why would they leave their self anonymous?"

The postman handed you the message and you took it while observing it intently, trying to see if there was anything off about it. But it only seemed like a regular message, just that someone is either keeping their name anonymous or just forgot to put it. You didn't know, but you were going to make sure to run it by Captain Obi, when he and the Lieutenant are back from their meeting.

Placing the note aside with your other stack of papers, you turned to the postman who still stood there and watched you place that down. It's like he was concerned and curious about that message, as well, his eyes continuing to occasionally look at the sealed envelope. You just chuckled which caused him to look at you, trying to let him know that whatever is in the message isn't something he should worry about.

"Don't worry, I'll run this by my captain and see what he has to say."

"If you'd like, I could just take the message back and get verification from my higher ups to see if it's... safe, I guess?"

"No, there's no need for that I can assure you. Besides, if it was something bad I'm pretty sure they wouldn't send it as a message, right," He nodded his head with a shrug in an agreeing manner, "So don't worry too much, it'll be fine. But I have to finish my work so, have a good day."

He abruptly chuckled like he forgot he was speaking with a customer, "Right, I'll get going. You have a good day, as well Ms. ____."

You waved him off as he walked down the block to deliver more messages to people, giving you the opportunity to pierce your index finger in the edge of the envelope to rip it open. The flap of the envelope was glued as you ripped it from the paper to open it, revealing a white piece of paper inside. You were a little hesitant with opening it, your hands slightly trembling to pull it out.

It was folded in half, your left hand holding the torn own envelope while still assisting the right one to unfold the paper. And as you did, there was hardly anything on the paper, being only literally a few words that you didn't quite understand.

"You're getting more clever, everyday. Find me."

If you were supposed to understand that, it didn't quite ring any bells causing a tilt of confusion to act from your head. You were completely oblivious to what this was about, so you were going to show your captain when he gets back. It was kind of terrifying to you knowing that theirs someone out there being secretive and from this letter, they're possibly watching you as you're reading this note.

It's giving you the chills as you quieted, listening to the chirping birds as the wind blew through the tree's. That's the only thing you could hear as the night barely and slowly ascended to earth, your face secreting a little sweat just from the anxiousness. You swallowed the lump in your throat before bending down to pick up your things, collecting even the note to return into your company.

You just couldn't help the extreme feeling of feeling like you're now being watched, after you read that note. But you didn't want to spend your time alone outside anymore, rushing to get into the building as you saw everyone still doing what they previously were. You weren't even going to say nothing to them, just sitting down in your spot as you tried refocusing on your work. But you couldn't...

"Hey ____, you okay?"

The red headed Vulcan, another new recruit to your Special Fire Force Company questioned you with an concerned voice and face.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine..."

"Then why are you looking so bugged?" Shinra, who was previously fighting budded in and asked you as well.

Along side Arthur who also calmed down, "Yeah, you never look so bothered so what's up?"

Your hand held the note down, slightly scrunching it from nervousness in your hand. It was something about even being around your friends, that still made you feel like you were being watched. From the window to your left, you just felt like someone was eyeing you and stalking you like prey. If someone was, they really defined the words nerve and anxiousness very well.

But you needed your friends to know you were okay for now, "It's nothing, just wait... until Captain Obi and the Lieutenant get back."

...

Someone was in fact observing the young woman, watching her from the shadows and blowing away with the wind like dust in yesterday's dirty attic. But the source of the two statement note was going to stay anonymous, until the girl found them herself. But they knew who they were, and wanted her to find out for herself.

~~~

"I don't know what this means. Is there anyone you know that'll be this anonymous and mysterious, ____?"

"Nobody that I know of, sir."

"Maybe it's a secret crush or something?" The black haired Maki questioned, holding her hand on her chin to intensify her thinking.

Your face lit up with nervous blush, feeling slight nervousness bubbling in your gut. You hoped that wasn't the case, especially since you knew who would possibly do that if he had the guts to do so with that. But you weren't looking forward to this, besides, he didn't seem like the type that'll be this mysterious and for absolutely no reason.

"Shinra? Arthur?" The Lieutenant questioned, the glare on his glasses lighting up more intimidating than usual which physically made the two males momentarily freeze, "Did either of you write a love letter to ____? Or maybe, you Vulcan?"

Your eyes scanned all three of their faces, observing their nervous flushed features as they also saluted, both Arthur and Shinra speaking at the same time, "No sir!"

Vulcan only saluted as he nervously looked away from the Lieutenant with his blue eyes glued to the floor, still saluting, "No sir! If so, I'd be man enough to tell ____ to her face, privately!"

That made your heart flutter even more, eyeing the red headed male and seeing him shyly look up at you which made you smile, over drivin his nervousness and shyness. Even with your moment, your captain was still very focused on the mysterious note. But you became as focused as him, as well, since you're still thinking someone's watching you.

"Maybe... it's someone within the White Clad?" Shinra spoke up as he gained everyone and your attention, "I mean, think about it! ____ is very smart and is helping me gain intel on my brother, Sho, every single day! Maybe it's someone from the group who knows how much progress she has done and wants to... fight?"

Maybe his point was a very good and valid one. You're the main one in all the companies who's researching and gaining more information about the White Clad. The research you've been recovering too has been so good that you've now discovered the location of where they are, which was potentially your next mission. But you know how your captain is, and knows how he'll put it on hold for your protection.

"Hm, your point is very good, Shinra. Knowing that the Evangelist are possibility trying to personally contact you, ____, puts my protection into overdrive. If we're to act on our next objective, I can only do so much as captain to protect you."

"I understand, sir-"

"Just put her under my protection, Captain Obi." Captain Hibana had insisted, all eyes shifting to her as she strutted over to you, "____ will be secured under my surveillance, until you have completed your objective. I care for her as well, meaning I shall do whatever I can to keep her safe."

"I do trust your authority, Captain Hibana. However... it's you, please don't do anything too off- you know, for ____'s sake."

"Who do you take me for, numb skull?!"

Even if she wasn't your captain, she treated you as if you were one of her members in her Fire Force Company. You also trusted her and knows she'll do a great job keeping you safe, no matter what happens. And with that, Captain Obi decided to take Captain Hibana up on her insistence and let her guard you for a while.

Considering it's the White Clad they're going to be up agaisnt, Captain Obi didn't know how long the mission would take. Your company has faced off with them before, a couple of them and it wasn't an easy task at all. You personally barely escaped with your life, but thanks to Shinra and Captain Benimaru, they were able to dispose of them.

But there wasn't really time to discuss much more, especially since the mission has been delayed, it had to be started right now. Captain Obi and everyone expect you prepared for the mission, you kind of having envy towards them as you wanted to go. Just to help your comrades and be one step closer to helping Shinra and possibly finding the stop to internal combustion.

However, you have so much faith in your team and is almost certain that they can pull it off without you there. Failure was on your mind, but also consequences since you've discovered their location, which means all the Evangelists will most likely be present. Hopefully if they get cornered or ambushed, they'll have the power to push through.

Hopefully...

~~~

Just as you're sleeping in your bed inside your Special Fire Force Company barracks, your eyes unexpectedly open only half way to look at the window next to your bed. It was way darker than you thought it would be, by now, but you know that's not what woke you up. Your brain wakes you up when something is wrong or something is about to happen.

And you prepared yourself for anything, maybe an infernal about to pop up somewhere and your body just patiently waiting to react to anything. But, there was absolutley nothing happening as you kept your eyes open and sealed on the window. Just on instinct, you stood up and went over to the window to look upon your city to see a oddly peaceful looking night.

Usually there'll be fire bursting out of random houses like popcorn, but to see cars traveling back and forth without someone internally combustion brought a smile to you. You didn't know why the night was so calm and you were wondering if this is why you woke up. Something wanted you to see this peaceful night, how everything is functioning how it should without internal combusting.

With that kind of peace of mind, you decided to turn back in and lay your body upon your bed and grabbing your thick coverings to drape over your body. You sleep with the air on and with the warmth of your cover, it brought a feeling that took away all distractions. And... well, the coolness made you and your body think that if it's cold, then you won't go up in flames randomly.

That was just what you thought, just trying to keep yourself safe from the scariest thing in this lifetime. As you layed underneath the covers, you pulled the fabric up to your neck and adjusted your head comfortably to lay flat against your pillow. The smile on your face was from the peace of the night, your eyes shutting to lull you back into a slumber.

"I know I told you to come find me, ____~."

It felt like all life left your body as your nerves started dancing into an party of fear, hearing a deep voice ringing around your room that made you slowly look up and around. In the corner of your room was a tall figure with a purple eye beaming in your direction. You couldn't help the fear that shot through your body, seeing this.

The figure emerged from the darkness and slowly let the moonlight cascade upon the body, and from how deep and masculine the voice was you know it's a man. And you couldn't help but notice how familiar this voice was, though you couldn't pinpoint it. Your gun you used on infernals were on your night stand, watching the male come more into view as you quickly rolled to your side to get the weapon.

You didn't want to kill anyone but he's in your room, at night and you have no idea as to how he got in. As you grasped the handle of the gun, you cocked it and secured your mag in its chamber to make sure it was loaded in which it was. You pointed it to the male who instantly let his hands fly into the air, a string of deep and chilling chuckles coming past his lips.

"Keep your hands where I can see them, if you don't want me to shoot!"

Your voice of authority sounded like you were an officer, but it couldn't be helped due to this unknown man in your room.

"Woah woah, there's no need to get all fussy, ____," He stated as he dropped his hands which tightened your grip on your gun, "I told you to come find me, not fight me."

"Keep your hands in the air, okay!"

He did the exact opposite, sliding his hands to go into his pockets and before you could say anything, he dramatically let his face be known in the moonlit sky. You could see exactly who it was, your anonymous friend who saved you a year ago from an infernal. His long and lanky body, let alone his long black locks that confirmed his identity.

You don't even know how you missed the smell of slight smoke from the cigarette he puffed on. Almost instantly, you dropped your gun to your side but kept it at hip just in case he was actually here to fight and plus... you were remembering Shinra's words.

---

"Maybe it's someone from the group who knows how much progress she has done and wants to... fight?"

---

"Joker..?"

"I see you've joined the Fire Forces. What made you?"

You've only seen him that one time, when he saved you that day but thats it. You remember his name since he did save your life, which you're thankful for but you're confused as to why he's here right now. Not like you don't want him here, but you didn't understand that nor did you understand the logic behind that note he sent.

"Well, I realized that I was tired of all the random combusting so... I wanted to be of help, why are you- here?"

It just nerved you to think that he was here to fight, sweat slowly secreting from your pores even in the coolness of your room. He was just so intimidating and you know how strong he is, especially since the infernal he saved you from was like the demon ones instead of a person that just turned. He took it out like it was nothing and instantly disappeared as he told you his name, but that's the last time you saw him.

"Why am I here? You've been on a roll lately with your investigating, I had no choice! You figured out the White Clad's location, you just don't understand how close you are to discovering the truth. But consider this a reward for finding them so easily, ____, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"So I was right. Captain Obi and the others, they're-"

"Yup, about to face off with them as we speak."

You couldn't believe all your research on this mysterious group was paying off. The thought of actually being closer to the truth, as Joker said made your face emit a smile that couldn't be helped. The only thing you were worried about was how your friends are handling themselves, right now. Hopefully, they were holding up without any major injuries.

The gun in your hand was placed back on top of your nightstand, a sigh of relief escaping you from just finding Joker in your room and not some random stranger. Even if you both were still kind of strangers, you felt safe around him just because he did protect you that day. You admired him so much so you couldn't help but ask...

"So, are you coming back to watch over me, or something?"

"Who said I was coming back, huh?"

Your eyes looked up at his face that was staring at you blankly with that cigarette constantly burning, his hat covering his eye slightly in the shadows.

"Why not, though? I mean... what else could you be here for, Joker?"

"The same exact reason I just told you why I'm here. To give you information and a slight heads up."

That was understandable, but you personally thought it was more to it than that. Possibly because you were feeling more towards this man, than you should. He saved you that day fire soilders couldn't, and you've felt something for him ever since, that's why you remember his face and name without a single problem.

"What do you need me for? You're in the fire force now, you don't need my protection."

"I know-! I just... you're special to me."

His visible eye stared at you before his deep voice spoke again, "How am I special to you? We only met once, there shouldn't be anything there, me passing by on that day was just a coincidence."

"But you saved my life, Joker! Is it wrong for me to have stronger feelings than what I should have-!?"

"No, but you shouldn't. Besides, anyone can save a person's life, doesn't mean you should fall for them."

You were slightly taken a back from his words, your head jerking back mixed with a gasp of pure surprise. You knew he was right but you couldn't help it, he held a special place in your heart even if you've only seen him once. He didn't have to save you that day but he did, and that's why he was so damn special to you.

He had every right not to feel the same way, but you wanted to know if he at least felt something. It was obvious that he didn't, though, your head nodding in understanding that. You weren't going to let this bother you, just as long as your research was all coming together, you found that to be more important than just this.

"You're right I apologize for that, it was so stupid."

"No it wasn't," He quickly stated with a sigh after what you said, "There's not much I care about in this world but on that day, when I saved your life, there was a moment of regret for just leaving you there after saving you. It felt like a low thing to do but you gotta understand that I can't stay here, where people can see me. So, no I'm not here to be your babysitter if that's what you're thinking."

You understood everything he said completely and you don't know whats happened to him in the past, but you weren't going to ask. You appreciated what he did for you on that day.

"Well, the least I can do is thank you. I didn't get a chance to, since you left as soon as you killed that inferno." His purple eye practically glowed in the darkness as he stared at you, his expression still being kind of emotionless with his pearly whites being on display with his lips parted slightly. He wasn't saying anything, neither so you proceeded to talk.

"I appreciate your help on that day. I know you didn't have to save me that day but you did, and I've admired you everyday for that. So, thank you. I wish I could repay you but... I don't know what you like or if you take gifts, so I'll settle on just thanking you."

"There is one thing you can do," He took long strides over to you with his hands still stuffed in his pockets before leaning his face close to you which made you jerk your head back with red tinting your cheeks, "You could kiss me."

"H-huh?!"

"Come on, girlie. With my part of always being anonymous, like a ghost, I've never kissed a woman before. At least, not in a long while... BUT, you can change that as the favor I want."

You didn't know how to feel about that, your heart pounding in a way that never happened before. He didn't seem like he was joking, in fact he even took his cigarette out of his mouth to hold it in between his fingers. It was the most nerve racking thing to ever happen to you, since you've never properly kissed someone before.

Apparently if it wasn't about sex, your ex's found it irrelevant so they left you. But Joker just patiently waited for you to kiss him, his visible purple eye sparkled with anticipation. Like he really wanted you to kiss him and you had to control your breathing, before you did. Your eyes trailed to his lips that was parted open, his tongue peering out to wet his lips.

"Can I?" You questioned as you brought both your hands to his shoulders which you had to reach pretty high for stability and he let you. Your heart rapidly beated in your chest as you grabbed a hold of his shoulder, but he returned the favor by colliding your bodies together and placing his hands on your wide hips.

"Go ahead, ____... kiss me."

He played his part in leaning down to kiss you too, your face inching to his and capturing his lips that were surprisingly soft. His purple eye closed and so did both of yours, feeling how his lips shook hands and acquainted with yours perfectly. The feeling was something you craved and apparently he did too, as his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you up and on his hips.

You were momentarily motionless, letting your legs just dangle until you decided to lock around his body. The kiss only continued, Joker nudging your bottom lip with his tongue and swiftly taking it in between his teeth and lips. He sucked and occasionally nibbled on your thick bottom lip, a suprising moan and satisfied groan coming from both of you.

His kiss wasn't aggressive, more like very passionate with a hunger for you. He didn't want to let your lips go, his tongue pressing at your own and trying to flatten it so he could have full control of your mouth. You were so distracted by the kiss that you didn't realize your back pressing agaisnt the soft mattress of your bed, with Joker still between your legs to press himself agaisnt you.

That was what made you push at his shoulders, besides the desperate need of air you could feel a hard muscle pressing agaisnt your lower half. He was hesitant with letting your lips go, satisfaction being with him as he saw his saliva break from yours and stick to your swollen lips. But he didn't miss your face, eyes wide and breathing ragged.

"What's up?"

"Joker... you said kiss you..."

"Uh huh."

"Then, what are you doing?"

"I wanna kiss your insides, too~."

You couldn't even respond to that once his lips were back agaisnt yours, his hands free roaming your body in an elegant loving way. His hands were already tugging at the small shorts you wore when you sleep, your hold becoming tighter on his shoulders but his hands became more forceful. He only managed to pull them down to the middle of your calves, from the movements you were doing.

But he was getting slightly annoyed, so he pulled away from your lips to let it be known.

"Didn't you say you felt something towards me? Then let me show you what I've been feeling towards you."

But how could you, especially since...

"I've never done this before, Joker. We just reunited in what felt like years, so why are you moving so fast?"

"You know how I am, of course. Then you know I won't be here tomorrow, so why not let this happen?"

That also meant he'd leave you alone by yourself, again, but you wanted to remember his touch. His big hands that lovingly touched your body. And with your silence, he presumed to taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor, while staring into your face. You've never felt this kind of emotion from anyone, and it hurt your heart knowing he won't be here in the morning.

But his touch was like a rushing flame that burned upon your skin, making you hiss from the ghost of his fingertips grazing your thighs. You shivered as your attention averted to his hands that trailed down your thighs, and back up in a teasing manner. He let his fingers stop just in between your thighs, pulling them slighty apart just so he could moisten his fingers with the damp patch on your underwear.

You've never been touched like this, before, Joker moving his right hand to grasp your thigh while his left kept his fingers on your panties, his thumb nudging your covered clit. On instinct, your body shuddered and arched from his actions, Joker letting out a chuckle from the way he was making your body feel. There was only one thing that was bothering him, though.

"I can't stay here long, so this'll be quick, ____," His deep voice saddened every nerve in your body as you didn't want this to end so quickly, "But I promise to make your first time as memorable as possible."

His hands retracted from your body to grip at both sides of his open jacket and throwing it off, also removing his hat and tossing it onto the floor alongside his jacket. The buckle of his pants met your ears, making your mind sizzle with a storm of anxiousness that flooded all your senses. This was really going to happen, Joker unbuttoning his belt and pants as he let it ride on his hips.

You just had to look down, your eyes meeting the thick outline of his bulge shielded by his grey boxers. But before he atoned to himself, his hands reached for your body to tug at your underwear to pull them down and off your body. He stared into your eyes the entire time, making sure you were comfortable and looking for any signs of backing out which wasn't evident.

So he just pulled them down completely and off your legs, leaving you in only the large shirt you wore with the shorts. Your cheeks flushed as he took your underwear in both his hands and sniffed the fabric, as if he was trying to imprint your smell in his nostrils. He let those drop to the floor as well, before returning his attention back to you and grabbing your hips to pull you against him.

His thighs touched the back of yours, the male lifting your legs up and pulling them to ride on his hips. He wanted you to have a full view of everything, his hands going to the bulge of his underwear as he gripped it and maneuvered it through the fabric. Your flushed face only brightened as you watched how his cock shifting behind his clothes, his hands squeezing himself ever so slightly and groaning deeply.

Before he did anything else, though, he leaned his hands forward and reached your stomach to push your shirt up and above your plush stomach. Instant embarrassment drove into your body, feeling your insecurities about your figure coming into play. You couldn't even look the man in his eye, since he stopped as soon as your stomach was visible.

You could hear him somewhat growling... just before his hands were felt caressing the soft flesh of your stomach, surprise interfering your mind as you looked to see him now leaning down to place a wet kiss against your stomach as he dragged his tongue to taste your flesh. The sight was rather erratic, but it brought a warmth to your heart.

"You're so chubby and it's cute~."

You've never heard anyone compliment you like that, your eyes trying to well tears that you resisted to let go. Pushing his body back up, Joker placed your legs in their previous spot on his hips so you could get your view again. He was very slender but as he pulled his shirt up and pulled it only over his head, staying on his shoulders, you got a full view of the abs that were formed on his body.

Being defined and toned just enough that complimented his slender torso, the v shaped lines trailing in his underwear having some kind of affect on you. His body was very toned, even if he was so slender the sight was mouthwatering to you. He saw your staring and could only let his pearly whites be on display which only made him more admirable, at this very moment.

Joker hooked both his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pulled at them, letting just his left hand hold them open while his right hand fished to dig himself out. Your eyes gaped open once he pulled himself out, displaying the throbbing and girthy length that looked far to big for him to carry around. He saw how your body flinched as he let his cock go with it hitting bouncing up and slapping against his abdomen from how hard he was.

He pulled you flush agaisnt his body as he smirked and chuckled from your reaction, "Where do you think you're going, ____? You've gotten me all riled up, now it's time for you to take care of it~."

His lengthy cock was intimidating, but he knew he wasn't going to purposely hurt you. Taking both of your ankles into his left hand, he hoisted your legs up which gave him a better display of your oozing cunt. You were so wet and you haven't been doing anything but kissed, but he can see how much that riled you up as well. And the view of your pussy throbbing caused his cock to twitch, the veins protruding his length pulsing against the skin.

"You're so wet and from what, just kissing me? You're so sexy, ____~."

Your face heated up even more, especially when he grabbed the base of his cock and used that as leverage to tap his hard tip against your clit which made your body jolt. The situation was still so nerve racking, and your body knew that it was up for something like your eyes were sending it signals. The taps of his hard tip against your clit electrified your nerves, and arching your back once he pressed his tip between your lips to slide in between your slit.

The feeling was so pleasurable that you couldn't help but squirm and breathlessly moan, "Ngh~!" And he hasn't even penetrated you, yet. But you and your body was tired of this teasing, "Joker please! Just... put it in!"

"Woah, so needy and demanding. I love it~!"

He didn't even waste time with displaying more of your cunt to him, so he could push the head of his cock against your opening to push in. Your eyes snapped open, a throaty moan rushing from your lips and into the air which made Joker stick two fingers in your mouth while he still sat up on his knees, with his tip still inside you.

"You may wanna be quiet, ____. We wouldn't wanna alert that woman in the other room, would we?" You had honestly forgot about Captain Hibana who was watching over you so you'd without a doubt have to be quiet. "So, suck on my fingers, baby. Don't make a sound, and this'll go just as we plan~."

But the pain of him pushing more of his thick cock in was unbearable, the thickness seeming to widen the more he pushed in. Your body couldn't really handle this, biting down harshly on his fingers that he had yet to pull from your mouth. Your walls were gripping him so tightly so that's all he could focus on, feeling how your walls struggled to shape and fit around him.

His eyes wouldn't even stay open, his jaw hanging from the the unbelievable warmth and wetness that continued to secrete around his cock. Your cunt was so sopping wet that it was hard for him to keep himself buried inside you, and the pain of your purity loss was blinded quickly by your own wetness and his thickness. The hard tip of his cock collided with the entrance of your womb, so easily which made your body explode.

He was so confused until he looked down at his cock stuffed in your cunt as your hole quivered and convulsed violently around him. The sensation caused a thick rush of pre-cum to escalate from his tip, his body shivering and nearly bringing his high that quickly. However, he held himself back because he wanted to enjoy and savor this moment with you.

And good God was this possibly the best moment of Joker's life, along with yours. You felt like you were parted with him and so did he, the pulse of his cock on your insides intensifying your orgasm. He was a little breathless from your bodies reaction, "Damn... you really just came from me entering you..? What a sexy ass reaction~!"

He didn't miss a beat as he pulled himself out halfway only to slowly push himself back in, your body arching extremely into his hips. Joker consistantly let his cock pleasurably glide and agaisnt all the sweet spots imprinted in your plush walls. His grip on your ankles tightened as he slightly held your legs down to get a better angle in your sopping cunt as he pressed his hand down on the other side of your body.

Your body trembled from his every thrust, his hips driving his cock into you in a motion that nearly brought tears to your eyes, "Joker let m-me..! Ngh~!" Your first orgasm didn't even pacify, yet, but Joker just continued beating at your already oversensitive cunt. Your legs were getting sore and tired too, from the impact of his thighs agaisnt the back of your legs along with the massive balls of his that swung and tapped your clit.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't ever want to lose the feeling of your fluttering walls that sloppily sucked on his leaking cock, occasionally pulling on his hard tip. His hips skillfully pulled back and fucked back into you, his stroke pulling out downwardly as he fucked back into you with his hips angling up to destroy your walls in every way.

"You're so tight, ____! I bet this is what you were waiting for, wasn't it~?"

Hearing him practically moan your name made your legs buckle, your thighs trembling the more he drove his length into you. His pounding only became more aggressive, his large hands separating your legs to grasp both of your ankles and hold them open for him to see everything. The position was embarrassing as you pushed your hands forward to reach for his abdomen, which shielded your body from his eyes to see.

"Huh, that won't do, ____! I wanna see all of you, when I'm fucking you~!" His hands gripped your arms that was reaching for his abdomen, gripping them and pulling you towards him as he began rapidly drilling himself into your gushing and spasming cunt. You needed something to take a hold of, feeling like your body was about to explode from the rock hard cock punishing your insides.

He pulled you perfectly into his thrust, meeting that bulbous hard tip of his that nearly broke through the entrance to your womb. You couldn't even form any words, feeling how drool started trickling down both corners of your mouth. Joker just continued picking up how harshly his hips made impact with your own, feeling his cock hitting your cervix while keeping the same pace.

Your warm walls was sucking so hard on him that he could feel how his own veins trailed in his cock, your soft walls nearly shaping every detail in his cock to fit perfectly around him. The more he pushed himself inside of you, the more your voice got caught in your throat. Your first orgasm still had your body trembling, but Joker wanted you to remember this that's why he didn't stop.

But, he also didn't want to forget this moment. He's had his share of sex in the past but nothing special at all... except this. He hates how he can feel his orgasm pulsing in his cock, his balls electrifying jolts in his sack as he only increased his pace. His hands let your arms go so they could fall to your sides, before he romantically took both of your hands in his as he leaned his body close to yours so he could practically desperately fuck into you.

His hands were intertwined with yours, while his lips was on yours and the feeling was so amazing that tears escaped your eyes. From the sensitivity, to the heartache of him leaving you. He could feel your orgasm right there, letting your hands go as he wrapped his arms around your torso and began fucking down into your deepest sensitive area that caused you to explode like that.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, "Joker... ngh~!!!" You shouted as your walls tightened around his cock that was still pounding into you. But his orgasm was right there, his deep voice grunting and groaning loudly as he secured his grip around your body and shot his thick load inside you. With your extreme orgasm, you couldn't even focus on that, let alone the darkness that started clouding your vision.

Your eyes became heavy, feeling the warm substance inside you and your hearing quieting the more your orgasm washed over you. The last thing you heard was, "I won't let you forget this..." Before your body completely succumb you into a deep slumber.

~~~

After you woke up on that day, you didn't expect to see Joker beside you, which he wasn't. But, you also didn't expect to see how much he cleaned you up along with the letter he handwritten and left on your nightstand. You didn't expect anything he said in the letter neither, but your heart felt whole from it as you couldn't stop reading it.

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'Listen, ____. I shouldn't be doing this because I know how dangerous it is, for me but a side of me can't help this. And a side of me wants to be with you. I usually just disappear and never return after sex, but you're special. I can't just let you go and be a one night stand, I want to be with you. Just give me time because when it's right, I'll visit you as much as I can. This was the first time we did it but I fucking love you, ____. You better fucking be there, when I want you. Don't let no one else have you, or know about our relationship. Only we can know, and that's it. I'll see you some other time, babygirl~.'

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The fact that he was true to his word was something that completed your world, he always visits you and you don't even care how long he takes sometimes. He tries his hardest to spend as much time with you as he possibly can.

No one in your company ever found out who the source of the mysterious note was, but you full well know who it was from. Everytime you and Joker spend time together, you can't help but tease him with some of the cheesy things he said in his letter.

But you love it and you love him, even if he only gets you back by putting you in your place, as he says. No matter how you see it, both of you stayed true to your words and only know about each other. He didn't fade away from your heart or your life and with that, everyday is bright for you both.

~~~~~

#anime #hot anime man #anime fantasy #anime smut #fire force #x chubby reader #chubby

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lafayetteworld · 3 years

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Robin 2021

Okay, so it's been a while since I've been actively posting on tumblr, mainly because I haven’t had time. That being said, the commentary I am about to make on the Robin 2021 series is not meant to offend anyone and while I am particularly critical, I also acknowledge that some people genuinely like it/prefer the direction its's going in. And that's fine. But I did want to break down why I feel the current series is just 'meh' to me at the moment and it’s not necessarily because Damian is potentially being shipped with a newly introduced character.

Please be aware, that there are lots of spoilers.

So, to start off, I am a big fan of the older Batman and Robin (2009) series, where Damian had partnered up first with Dick and later Bruce (2011). I do no think they are flawless, certainly. I think, in particular, the Nobody plot - excluding of course the interactions between Batman!Dick and Robin! Damian which are gold - was very good. In just a handful of issues, I think we were offered a great insight into Damian's character and how layered he is.

My first thoughts when I heard about Robin 2021, based on the announcement: Damian will follow his own path, for some reason he retains the Robin moniker which is weird but okay, it does seem like something he'd do I suppose. He will participate in mortal kombat-sort-of-tournament, which will showcase his abilities and in the process, 'he will seek his own destiny' (which I believe was a line used in the actual announcement). The reason he wants to win? Initially, it appeared to be only because he wanted to prove to be the world's best fighter -- which by the way, how is only a tournament of this level only coming up now? Anyways, ignored that. Not a big deal. The idea of watching Damian fight different opponents was appealing either way.

The art of those comics is perhaps nowhere as striking/appealing as Robin 2021 and there's certainly not as many elements to it, but there was just something about it. I stopped reading comics after, for reasons I can't recall but I do remember finding out that Damian was killed off sometime after. I was super heartbroken over it but luckily I found out about it right around the time DC decided to bring him so really I had to wait a short while to see the little shit being Robin again.

I am not as familiar with the arc on Alfred's death but I know Damian watched what was basically his grandfather figure die in front of his eyes. How it was addressed after was rather poorly and that's a discussion for another time, just as it is that hot mess of Gleason's Titans.

My hopes may have been too high in thinking we will be offered the introspection we'd seen in Batman and Robin, or him deciding what type of vigilante he wants to be. Like who remembers Damian admitting 'sometimes I don't know who I am or what I want' or him saying he does not wish to be like Nobody. That was so poignant.

First issue of Robin 2021 was a disappointment. I know that there's a lot of damage to the character that had to be addressed but why did he die from like the beginning? Why is it the first thing we see is the author's OC defeat him? I mean, we really didn't need that to find the tournament's rules. Anyway, I was so sold on the art that I could have overlooked all that, except then the art became inconsistent so.....

Do I think Flatline's design is awesome? Yep. Do I like that she is potentially a badass female fighter? Sure. Do I like her abilities? Somewhat? They haven't been explored that much. But to me, having an OC appear out of nowhere and kill the character I was hoping to watch mature/develop is a bit underwhelming. Then, we start getting references of how poetic it is that Damian may fall in love with the first girl that kills him. I thought it was funny at the beginning but subsequent issues only seem to point that actually, the author does want to use Flatline/romance in this journey of growth that Damian is undergoing. I mean, we really shouldn't be romanticizing that she killed him? The girl is serious about winning too. That she caught him off guard is actually rather awesome but I don't think it had to mean anything more than Damian meeting a potentially dangerous fighter and that he needs to be less reckless.

Damian is a pretty complex/difficult character with a lot to figure out. Why does he need a girlfriend? Why can't he have friends that helps him grow or mentor figures? Him and Rose have such a great dynamic, for example.

I see a lot of people saying 'well, he's a teenager boy so it's normal'. Yeah of course it is. But why can't it be the opposite? Damian isn't a normal teenager. Out there, may be teenagers who feel the same. They don’t care about this stuff.

It is so frustrating, and underwhelming. Not because there's anything wrong with Damian having a crush. Not because there's necessarily anything wrong with Flatline. But because there's no need.

Why is it just because he's a teenager he has to have a romantic interest? If romance is introduced in a plot, surely it doesn't have to be just because 'he's a teenager'. And if he does, why does it have to be an OC that hasn't been explored very well? Flatline could be a seriously cool character without needing to be a romantic interest for Damian and vice versa, Damian has so much to figure out on his own. So for me it's not the shipping that’s an issue, it’s the reasoning and how it may perpetuate clichés when there’s other angles that could be explored.

Also, why the hell is Alfred used to drive Flatline's likeability? If Alfred is Damian's guilt manifesting, then that's actually Damian thinking that?

'I like this one, Master Damian.'

Seriously. I really hope we end up finding out that was tied in with Flatline's ability or something. So, Williamson won't explore Damian's guilt over Alfred but he'll give us a panel where Alfred (or a manifestation of him) is basically giving his thumbs up for his OC. That doesn’t sit well with me. Not so early in the series, anyway.

Why is this whole manga thing keep coming back? Yes, Damian reads manga. I loved this addition and I think it's great that Williamson actually brought it in. The fact that it was Flatline who found it seems cliché. And no, I don't think it's a parallel between the shojo manga characters and them two. I really hope that particular manga has a deeper meaning than that. The fact that we keep seeing the blood sprayed (or is it cuts? not sure) on it does seem to hint at that.

There were some good moments. Damian and Dick. Basically every single interaction between Damian and Ravager. The whole Damian and Conner could have been developed better, because it seemed rather sudden they had a heart to heart when Damian can be such a distrusting little shit. Damian reuniting with Goliath.

Why is it that we're five issues into this series and it's all over the place? I don't dislike it. The art is great, although there's so many inconsistencies. But it's been super hard to feel in any way about it other than just 'meh'.

Issue #6 was boring. I didn't mind Flatline and Damian analysing other fighters, it was interesting actually, but that it's still being framed as heading towards a romantic relationship is so.....well, eugh.

Overall, I just don't feel there's enough...substance? Damian does interact with a wide variety of characters and there are a lot of things going on - batfamily searching for him, Ra’s Al Ghul (which was funny yet so odd the way he was characterized), the whole tournament and magic island, so on.

Flatline is not the issue for me, but rather one part of why the series has not managed to appeal to me. I do feel there's a bit too much of her. Or rather, there's not enough of her as a character and too much of the whole 'they're teenagers so they'll have to end up having a crush on one another because he's a boy and she's a girl who literally stole his heart'. Like, I wouldn’t mind having Flatline or other fighters background explored, just to see the types of people they are and so on.

I wish there'd more of Damian's inner thoughts too. If not that, then give us more fights. Not just snippets. It's a tournament. Let's see how badass they all are. Damian’s fight scenes in #6 were beautiful but brief. I hope the next issues will give us more of that. As someone who does like Damian x OC fics, I can’t blame the author for wanting to hype their own OC, but I am also a great fan of friends to lovers, slow burns, friendships can be just as great as romantic relationships, of taking the time for mental/emotional growth.

Anyways, if you've made it to the end of this commentary, I applaud you. Once again, if you do like the whole Damian x Flatline thing, that's cool. I don't, but I do understand to an extent why people find it appealing. And if you think the Robin 2021 series is amazing, then I am happy for you -- I wish I could be this enthusiastic about it.

P.S just saw the cover for issue #7 or is it #8 ? I think I may cry.

#damian wayne #flatlinedc #robin 2021 #spoilers #just an analysis of how I am finding this series so far #robin 2021 spoilers it's not a terrible series but not good either imo

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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 years

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Diary found in K---D--- : Part 2

So, here's the next little part of this :D

Imagine by @lathalea is indented!

Enjoy <3

Taglist: @shrimpsthings, @mulasawala (so you see where I'm going with this lol)

(Yes, there will be MORE artwork coming, stay posted...)

Fandom: Hobbit

Characters: Ori x OC

Rating & Warning: Fluff and silliness

His name was Ori and he was a scribe in Erebor. It turned out he visited the forest often to sketch the animals and plants. You spent the rest of the day together. In the evening, you exchanged campfire stories, sharing a meal. At one point, he shyly asked about where you came from. Blushing, he admitted, almost whispering, he never saw a person with such beautiful hair before.

You told him that you came from another world, from a region called East Asia, where many people looked similarly to you. He was very curious about your homeland, your culture and your world. You spent hours telling him everything about it and he listened to you in awe.

“Ori.” He replied, his lips quirking a tiny bit as if he was not used to speaking his own name. “I’m a scribe. In Erebor. The Mountain.” He pointed to a tree beyond the clearing.

Thankfully, I was familiar with the Lonely Mountain and did not think that he didn’t know the difference between a living organism and a pile of minerals.

“I have never seen you, neither here nor in that Mountain.” I replied, for I went into the halls sometimes to translate for travellers, but for the most part, I let the king be his grumpy, glorious self.

“I come here often, to sketch, but I seem to have lost my way.” He admitted with a tiny frown. Ah, a real dwarf. They only knew up and down seemingly and if there was no way into a hill, they’d stubbornly trek up until they tumbled off the other side again.

As if to prove to me that he was not lying – dear reader, he had a face that was utterly devoid of malice or dissimulation – he showed me rather good sketches of the fauna and flora of the dense forest surrounding us. “That is really good, Ori, the scribe, from under the Mountain.” I commented which made him blush with a fierce and, apparently, unexpected pleasure.

In an expression of indescribable cuteness, he literally wiped his face with his sleeve as if he could clean away the rosy hue like a stubborn ink stain from under his skin.

“What are you here for?” He then asked, pushing out his chest heroically. As a reminder, he was the one who had lost his way, but apparently, he wanted to defend either the forest from me or the other way around.

“I am here to think…in silence.” I replied; he retreated a few steps. “Oh? I’ll leave you to it then, I guess. It was great to make your acquaintance…”

I gave him my name, after all, he had given me his, and he chewed on it for a few moments before his face split into a smile that was like the sunlight breaking through the cloudy afternoon sky: tentative, warm, and strikingly beautiful.

“Stay. I like your face.” I heard myself saying. Maybe, it was my teasing, mischievous streak acting up, but I had liked his embarrassment so much that I couldn’t help wanting to coax more of these blushes out of him.

“My…face?” In that weird dance he had been engaged in for the last few minutes, Ori stepped closer again, shuffling his feet in the heavy boots dwarrows insisted on wearing.

No, your ass, I thought, but bit my tongue; Ori the dwarf looked like someone who would die on the spot if I said anything even remotely inappropriate…as I was wont to do when nervous.

My sarcastic thought spurred my own interest though and I examined him a little closer: he was indeed swaddled like a babe, beads of sweat pearling down his temples on account of the steep climb and the stubborn blush powdering his nose and cheeks with pink blotches.

“Sit down, you’ll get a heat stroke.” I invited him and pointed to a patch of moss beside me while rummaging in my pack for the flask of ale I had brought.

“Thank you ever so much.” He plopped down in a cascade of earthen-coloured wool and awkward limbs. He did smell warm, I noticed, a blend of cinnamon and comfort.

Also, he had one of those faces that only became better when seen up-close, I admit freely; there were golden stars dancing in the depth of his dark eyes and he had the most adorable freckles as if some outlandish fairy had sprinkled gold dust over that heart-wrenchingly handsome face.

“Are you thirsty, Mistress?” He asked, nodding at the flask in my hand.

Handing it to him rather abruptly, I realised that I had spent the last moments intently staring at his face as if I had never seen a male dwarf before in my life.

“I have work to do.” I snapped, feeling immediately guilty for taking my own embarrassment out on him, but he merely nodded and pulled his sketching supplies into his lap.

Strangely enough, Ori did not disturb me. If anything, the silence felt fuller, richer, deeper with him by my side. As I translated a letter, as a spinster I had to support my family and my insufferable sisters as best as I could, I felt like the chirping of the birds and the vibrancy of the colours around me were even more enjoyable now that I shared them with someone else.

…

The sun crept along its never-changing arc slowly and yet, much too fast.

As I looked up, I wished I was a better painter myself, for this dwarrow was made for sunsets.

The way the last golden hurrah of a perfect day exploded in a halo of warmth around his figure, the way all the greys and the blues seemed to bleed out of the world to leave nothing but warm tones behind, and the way his smile was the perfect expression of this mellow, unhurried mood…it struck me deeper and more violently than a thunderstorm in all its booming rage would have.

“Will you join me for dinner, Ori?” I asked gently, “I shall escort you back down.”

“It would be my honour.” He nodded, tearing out a page of his notebook and handing it over.

“It was an invitation; I do not demand payment.” I said seriously, for the sketch of the doe was so good, it might have been worth actual money. “Oh…” His nose crinkled at little at that.

“I wanted you to…have something beautiful. I have seen you work very hard.”

Of course, he was a scribe as well, he would consider the scribbling work, I thought and gave him a thankful smile. “You’re beauty enough for one day.” I shrugged.

He gasped, bringing his notebook up to his face as if to shield himself from my words.

“You’re having me on, aren’t you? Dori has warned me that girls do that sometimes.” He sounded utterly dejected. “I am not having you on. Has nobody ever told you that you’re handsome?” It was my turn to be wide-eyed with shock.

“And who is Dori?” I followed-up when he didn’t really reply to my question even though I thought I had seen his braids move like strings of pearls in a draft. The minutest of shakes of the head, a quiet admission of inadequacy that sunk ugly, ragged claws into my soft heart.

“He’s my brother. I have two of them. Dori…and Nori. They’re…” – “Older than you.” I completed. “Protective.” He supplied.

He was still holding his drawing out to me, and, after a moment, I took it gingerly and put it between the pages of my own writing supplies. I would hang it in my room and look at it daily.

Nowadays, there were but very few gifts for me; all the money went to my two younger sisters who were still nubile and would, if Mahal willed it so, be able to make a good match.

Busying my hands with making a fire, I asked him to tell me about his brothers.

“Oh, Nori is…agile. He’s…funny and brave and resourceful.” Ori started, his voice warm with affection and admiration. He sounded like a proper rogue to me, and as it turned out, he was, but he also deserved every single ounce of the deep-felt care Ori held for him.

“Dori is…fussy. He’s polite, he’s very caring, and he’s exceedingly proper.” Ori went on as I waved a hand for him not to stop. I enjoyed hearing about the life of other families than my own.

“So, is he the one who raised you to be this…warmly clad and gentle?” I asked, turning to place the foodstuffs I had brought up and stored in the cool lake water on spits to roast over the fire.

“Warm? Oh yes…I was a sickly pebble and he’s been worried ever since. I hope I have behaved in a way that would not make him disappointed in me.” Again, he worried his lip.

“Let’s see, you’ve startled a bird and an unsuspecting dwarrowdam.” I listed with a wicked gleam in my eyes; his face fell, and he looked properly guilty.

“Then, you’ve kept me company, and the best company I’ve ever had, it has been, on my grandmother’s grave, I swear.” I went on and that treacherous blush was back with a vengeance.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He then said in a low voice. “Great beauty is always startling.”

“I am hardly Thorin Oakenshield.” He laughed. Readers, you cannot imagine that sound just by reading my words. If flowers blossoming had melody, if the sun setting on the eternal sea had a song, if autumn leaves dancing on a gale had a tune, they would have sounded like nails on scree, like cats having their tails trampled, and like kettles going unheeded compared to Ori’s laughter.

“There’s beauty in the doe as much as in the wolf.” I replied gently.

“May I…can I ask where you’re from? I don’t seek to be rude, but I’ve never seen anyone quite like you; your hair looks like those fabrics the Elves weave. It…seems so soft, so liquid, so smooth.” He blushed a darker shade yet.

This might well have been the first time that someone had asked me about my origins without making it sound like an accusation; there was honest fascination in his demeanour.

“My family and I have come from the Far East. I have travelled a lot, Ori, I have seen landscapes entirely made up of rock and sand, I have walked forests so stiflingly hot and moist it felt like being underwater, and now, I am here in the land of tall trees and taller mountains.”

I said, surprised by my own frankness.

“That sounds amazing.” He took the food I offered readily enough, and I told him about the people I’ve left behind to be stranded at the other end of the world.

“This is good, is that a recipe of your homeland?” He asked, looking down on the piece of meat I had seasoned with herbs I had grown myself in our small backyard.

“It actually is. I’m glad you like it. I had not planned to have company, otherwise I’d have brought something more palatable to the local tongue.” I apologised quickly.

“No, I like it. You should definitely trade some recipes with Dori…and Bombur…oh, and if any of your delicious herbs are medicinal, Óin.” He laughed again when he saw my dumbfounded expression.

“I make a good honeycake, if I can interest you in that? Maybe…” He fell back into silence.

…

A look at the sky told me that it was too late to go down in the inky darkness.

“We’ll have to stay here for the night.” I mumbled, slightly uncomfortable at the idea of spending the night with a dwarrow who had not lost a single word about a wife.

“Are you married, Mistress? Will that endanger your wedlock?” He asked shyly.

“No, I am not and I have no name to lose…It’s a long story.” I didn’t feel like blurting out my disgrace, lest it give him strange ideas after all, especially as he would easily have been able to overpower me if he so chose.

“Neither am I. I don’t know about my name…Doesn’t look like I’m going to be married either. There’s not enough dwarrowdams as it is, and I think the royal line has a prerogative there.” There was no resentment in his tone; he seemed to accept this as a fact.

How could someone that sweet not be married, I wondered. He was courteous, he was cute, and he would have made the fortune and happiness of someone.

“Well, in that case, I think we can risk our reputation rather than our necks.” I grinned, rolling out a blanket I kept tied to my pack for emergencies and stretched out next to the fire on the moss.

“Erm, yes…Good night…” He mumbled, fidgeting around with his different layers of clothing. Apparently, he was deciding which one he needed least on his body to use it as a bedroll or blanket.

I eyed the proceedings with interest and a good deal of amusement.

“I can offer you my cloak to lie upon…the ground will grow very cold and wet soon.” He said in a low voice, not sure if I had already fallen asleep or not.

“Alright, I can offer you a spot under the blanket then?” I extended my own graciousness.

“With you?” No, with the red bird, I thought, rolling my eyes internally.

“Yes, Ori the scribe, with me. I will not eat you, as you have witnessed, I have had dinner.” Not that he did not look good enough to devour, standing there with his cloak in his hands and his face all crunched up in embarrassment.

“Hmmm…I guess.” He muttered doubtfully, spreading out the cloak and sitting down on it carefully. Impatiently, I scooted over and spread my lousy blanket over the both of us with a flourish.

“Sleep!” I commanded as I turned around only to find him staring wide-eyed at the spot where the back of my head had been only a second ago. Now that he was presented with my face, only inches away from his, his eyes grew even rounder and bigger in wordless distress.

“Friend…Have you never lain with a woman? And I literally mean, lying next to one?” I laughed for there had been friends and cousins aplenty in my own life and the feeling of having another body so close to mine was not a new experience for me.

“Well, I fell down on the battlefield once, next to a foe…I’m pretty sure that was a Lady-Orc. She was dead. There was a…” He gestured, indicating a spear or a lance sticking out of his chest and brushing against my own with the back of his hand. Dear reader, he flinched back as if I was a tiny Durin’s bane wreathed in flames.

“A Lady-Orc, indeed…” I mused; no doubt, he could hear the smile I hid in my voice for his face crunched up in embarrassment.

“I am sorry.” He sighed, rolling his eyes, and thinking – there was not a shadow of a doubt about that much – of his brothers who would have mocked him mercilessly for his stammering.

“There’s no need to be sorry” I tried to reassure him, but I admit now that there were things that I did not tell him right away then. We had only just met, and he was blessedly unaware of my shameful past.

How could I have made him understand – without hurting his feelings – how much I enjoyed that air of purity about him that I had squandered myself on an undeserving fiend? As a daughter amongst others, I had been used to dwarrows coming to court or to seduce, their eyes ablaze with greed and their hands wandering.

He would not have comprehended how much the absence of that voracious hunger that had plagued my youth and had ended up destroying my promising future meant to me.

“Sleep.” I repeated, unable to put into words how miraculous and precious the things he seemed to be most ashamed of were to me.

“Good night, Mistress.” He breathed with a soft smile that was nowhere near the wolfish baring of fangs I was used to and so, it was easy to return it.

You who may or may not have stumbled upon this ludicrous account of the most important story in an otherwise unimportant life, you shall hear another confession I did not make at the time.

I was fiercely aware that – had I but leant forward a little – I might have pressed my lips upon his; I was young still at that time and, despite what had happened, parts of me, that should have withered and died in the aftermath of my botched engagement, were much alive.

He smelled like our dinner and warmth, and the gentle reticence of the curve of his smile was more inviting than any flashing grin I had ever seen before.

Yes, in that very moment, on this very first evening, I had already been conscious of the shrewd attraction this self-effacing dwarrow held for me…and it scared me half to death.

…

Part 3

#Fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ori the dwarf #Ori #OC #Fluff #Diary #1st person

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cosmicloved · 3 years

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there’s one little rpc staple i truly think needs to be left behind in 2021. like, 2022 is the year i would to see it finally left behind (although i’m not hopeful bc the internet is the internet, so on and so forth). and that is this weird possessiveness ppl have over basic concepts.

like i’m really not trying to be rude here but i’ve seen enough blogs that are like ‘my muse is inspired by [insert long list of things]’ (which is obviously fine on its own) but then go on to be so defensive of these inspirations that they will accuse anybody else who writes anything similar to be copying them. like, in plain spite of the fact they admit they didn’t come up with those ideas from the outset. i’m not saying nobody in the rpc has original ideas but it can NOT be a shock that another person in the world has similar inspirations or interests to you. you do NOT need to be suspicious of everyone who writes a muse who has the same jobs as yours or is the same type of mythical being as yours (or even both at once). this is supposed to be a community based on creative collaboration, the appeal of which is seeing what shit can happen when people SHARE THEIR IDEAS WITH EACH OTHER. and yet there are handfuls of ppl on this site who refuse to engage with anyone bc they think they personally brought greek mythos aesthetics to the rpc or some shit.

NOT HOT: gatekeeping concepts you literally don’t even own and being suspicious of your fellow rpers to the point of sincere hostility, making not just the other writer but also YOURSELF miserable HOT AND VERY SEXY: being excited to see an oc who has something in common with your oc and using that as a basis for interactions, whether the characters end up liking or hating each other, and also generally just having fun with other people <3

also, as someone who has had their shit copied and stolen during their almost-decade long stint in tumblr rp, i AM aware that there are cases where people genuinely do steal other people’s ideas and rip off their ocs. and that’s annoying. but that doesn’t reeeeally change the fact that plenty of people claim theft on coincidental similarities because they’re either paranoid, self-absorbed or idk they were a canon rper at some point & they haven’t let go off the concept of duplicate anxiety (this also needs to GOOOO).

#« 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (ᴏᴏᴄ) » / 「 ooc. 」#JUST SOME THOUGHTS <3 #JUST THINKING <33 #this is mostly about ocs but i've seen the same weird possessiveness with canon muses too #nvm that half the concepts ppl try to gatekeep are literally trendy :sob: :sob:#this a community full of ppl who drop everything they're doing to follow aesthetic trends and then pull this shit...i just do not know #]#also just to be clear this isn't a vague and i didn't have anything in mind while writing this; it's just a general observation after being #on tumblr a LONG time like i've seen sooooooo many cases of this shit happen

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doodleimprovement · 4 years

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CSAU :: Moonie Jericho and the Mysterious Case of the Moon-Jumper Mask

At long last, It is finished! Happy Halloween!

Below the line is a lighthearted fic taking place in the “Coffee Shop” AU (( @doodledrawsthings ))with Magic! Family fun! Low stakes! And a gratuitous cameo by my OC because of course Nell is here

Seriously though this fic is about as lighthearted as it gets. At the end of the fic are a few sketches I drew but didn’t end up coloring.

((There’s going to be an alternate ending posted separately at a later date, but its not relevant to the fic))

Enjoy!

Fall in Subcon Forest came in gently as always, and by the time Halloween rolled around, everyone was firmly in their sweaters and beanies and thick leggings and hiking boots that were only occasionally used for hiking. The leaves of the trees and the shining sun framed the town in such lovely muted colors that it looked like a picture right out of a magazine.

Not that anyone in the Horizon was looking out the window to see it - the curtains were closed in an attempt to not blind the employees and clientele.

It was that time between the end of school but before trick or treating, which meant that all of the teachers and parents were coming into the Horizon with their kids to get the new specialty drinks - well decorated and tasty, and more importantly, not hilariously overpriced. The kids in particular seemed to love the “Ghoulishly White Hot Chocolate”, and the teens flocked to the “Jack-O-Spices Frozen Pumpkin Latte”

Luka was almost certain that the pumpkin spice smell would burn itself so deep into his nose he’d never be able to un-smell it. A small price to pay for the rise in business, he supposed.

“Luka, Two Snatcher-ccinos!” Clover called from the cash register.

“I still hate that!” He responded with a light tone

“Too bad, make ‘em!” She teased back with a light laugh.

“Don’t get all testy, you two! We’re only open for another hour!” MJ called, grinning before turning back to the coffee machine, where they were effortlessly making yet another latte.

“Too long!” Clover argued, grabbing a muffin for a customer from the bakery display

“You’re telling me, and I still have to take Bow and Hattie trick or treating” Luka huffed, finishing up one of the “Snatcher-ccinos” and moving onto the next one.

“WE are!” MJ corrected. Luka just playfully rolled his eyes.

The conversation ended up dying rather quickly as the business went through its last rush, and, at long last, 4 o’clock came, and the store shut down. The three employees did a rather quickly clean up this night around - they were all eager to be anywhere but work that spooky night.

Once in the back of the store, Luka seemed to almost melt in relief, leaning further and further into the wall.

“Ugh, my limbs feel like Jelly” he commented as his voice gained its echo

“For all we know, they are,” Clover teased. “We’re meeting at MJs in an hour, right?” She stretched.

“Yeah.” Luka nodded “Have they already run off?”

“Yup. They’re excited” She chuckled “You gonna get home alright?”

“Yeah, thanks. See you later”

“Later!”

0o0o0o0o0

That stupid, cursed thing of a mask had not moved in weeks since he’d found it, and its stupid grin had started haunting the corner of his vision when ever he was in his studio.

It seems like it's decided that sitting on the desk in his art studio was its happy place. At least it was out of the way, and in a place he didn’t frequent often.

Though its eyes definitely still moved, which gave MJ hives like you would not believe. Why he kept it in his studio he wasn’t sure.

Tim had told him that the thing was mostly harmless, that it just seemed a bit… off, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Timmy even said that he got “good vibes” off of it, which was a strange phrase to use on something that felt at the very least mildly cursed.

Finishing with the caplet for his costume, gently clasping it, he looked in the mirror and gave himself a smile.

It was obscure, sure, but he’d put a lot of work into it! The legend of the “Lonely Man” was well known in these parts, maybe someone would get it. Someone had to.

Whether or not anyone got it, he was still happy with the tattered thing. That faux old age took forever to get right.

As he straightened out his clothes, his eyes caught the mask once more.

His hand picked it up off his desk, and his thumb rubbed on the odd surface. He couldn’t really tell what it was made of, but it was… oddly smooth, he thought. His brow furrowed as he looked at its eyes, a single pupil in its left eye, and a cascade of diamonds in the other. It was certainly an interesting and eye-catching design. He also liked the blue and reds, and that weirdly off-putting grin.

Such an odd thing.

He held it up with one hand over his face - not putting it on, but getting a look in the mirror at how it would look with the outfit.

He found it utterly bizarre that he could see clearly through the eyes despite what seemed like thick paint over it.

The mask itself wasn’t actually that scary when taken all at once. Oddly enough, it seemed to match with his outfit - at least, color wise. It didn’t even seem evil or anything. It seemed… kind.

That was an odd word to use. MJ tended to flip flop on how he feels about the damned thing

Before he could think any more about it, his doorbell rang, and the mask was left on his desk, forgotten the moment company arrived.

“Who is it?” He asked as he approached the door

“The Dread Pirate Roberts!” A little voice announced as the oak opened up.

To his absolute delight, Harriet was dressed indeed the Dread Pirate Roberts, missing nothing but the mask (The town doesn’t allow masks on minors, for some reason. A weird little policy). Next to her stood an excited Bow, grinning from ear to ear. He knew exactly who she was, but still asked-

“And who are you?”

“My name is Inigo Montoya” She said with all the faux-seriousness she could muster, holding up a foam sword “You killed my father, prepare to die!”

“Oh, goodness, the finest swordsperson in the world and The Dread Pirate Roberts have come to my home, I don’t stand a chance!” He moved out of his way as the kids ran into the apartment, and their father walked up behind him.

When his eyes went to Luka, he let out a snort. The man was dressed in a slightly silly looking prince outfit dyed almost completely purple, and his form was mostly purple as well - an energy-saving tactic if ever there was one.

“And you are?”

“He’s the ghost of prince Humperdink” Bow grinned. “This was the best costume we could find for it”

“I honestly think he shoulda died at the end of the movie so I'm cool with it.” Harriet commented as MJ moved to the side and let the group in “Is Clover here yet?”

“Not yet, I’m sure she’ll be here any minute and we can get right along with trick or treating!” MJ announced

“Yay!” the girls responded in unison, taking their place on MJs couch and turning on his old television for a brief moment of entertainment

Mj looked at Luka and grinned “Well, you’re lookin’ spooky, Luka”

“You kind of do too… what do you look like?”

MJ snorted “I’m the ‘Lonely Man of Subcon forest’. Heard of it?”

“Nope, don’t think I’ve been here long enough” Luka shrugged “Does look nice though. Very zombie-ish.”

The two chatted for a bit before there was another ring barely 10 minutes later.

“That must be Clo” MJ pushed himself off of the wall. “Can you get that? I want to grab my wallet so we can get the kids some ice cream before they go running around”

Luka nodded, giving him a grateful smile before turning to the door to greet the final member of the trio

MJ popped back into his studio, grabbing his wallet… and looking again at the mask.

He pocketed his wallet, and picked the mask up again. His thumbs rubbing against the strange texture of the mask’s sides.

He couldn’t help but admit that he was tempted. Maybe, he could just see what it’d look like, just for a moment. Who knows? Maybe this has all been anxiety for nothing and the mask is just… weird.

He looked back into the mirror, and placed the mask on his face.

There was a moment where he stared amusedly at his reflection - it added a certain air to his outfit. Maybe wearing it out wouldn't be so b-

And then his body seized

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe. He trembled and a pain started from his head and traveled down his spine. It was like the worst shiver from the cold he��d ever experienced. Like ice was pressed directly against his skin. It dispersed like a fog, freezing freezing, and, suddenly-

It stopped.

Panting heavily, MJ pulled themselves back up to a standing position - when had they bent over like that? - and lifted their head, making eye contact with themselves in the mirror.

“GAH?!”

They were - blue! And - and the mask was very much not a mask!!!

When they blinked, it blinked. When they moved, it moved. When they grimaced, the mouth moved along to create the expression. their eyes scanned over the crescent shape, past their neck and then landed on their-

“H-hands!” They stared - they were missing a finger and - had claws?? They clenched their fists in disbelief, eyes catching on a glinting just under their sleeve.

.. Where had the chains come from?

“MJ? MJ are you okay?”

Clover

“D-don’t come in, its fine!!” They panicked, “I’m uh, just, finishing up and stuff with my costume!”

“It looked finished to me” Luka commented “Did something rip?”

“Y-yes?? yes! Something totally ripped“

“They’re lying!” Hattie pointed out

“Sounds like their lying voice” Bow added.

Curse these adorable, smart little girls!

“I-I’m fine!” They yelled out “Totally fine, just fine”

“... MJ I’m opening the door, be decent”

“No, Clover, I - “

But the door opened anyway

And Clover - dressed up as “Generic princess” - looked in, and … stared.

“.... MJ?”

“.... H-hi, Clover.”

“Clover, what are-” Luka cut himself off “Uh….”

“It’s me! Its MJ, I uh - “ They tried to come up with a succinct explanation for the situation, despite not having any real idea.

“The mask” Luka quickly concluded, recognizing the face after MJs unfortunately previous run-ins.

“I … yes” MJ’s shoulders slumped a bit.

“Hey, at least you still have feet” Luka commented, causing MJ to look down and see that he did in fact still have his shoes on. Thank heaven for small mercies.

“What happened, what is it?!” Harriet pushed her way through, her eyes wide as saucers once they landed on the recently transformed adult “... Whoa”

“I … I put on the mask. I was curious and - and it..” They looked back down at the pale, blue hands, nervously moving the fingers and claws. “I felt like I was freezing, my whole body and then…” They trailed off.

“Whoa..” Harriet approached him slowly “It's like, Majora’s Mask!”

Lukas put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from jumping - now really was not the time “... I suppose that's one way to describe it.” He gave a deliberate, thoughtful face towards his transformed friend.

Bow was very firmly behind the adults, staring rather intently and slightly bewildered. Sure, she had been getting used to Mr. Princeton as a parent but.. This was somehow very different.

“... We need to talk to Tim.” Clover concluded

“Tim’s out of town” Luka reminded the group with a grimace “He and Timmy had some kind of meeting thing with other magical people. We don’t…” Luka huffed, his hair fluffing up a bit “We don’t know anyone else whose adept at magic like they are”

Harriet furrowed her brow a bit, looking at the discomfort that MJ was experiencing, rubbing their hands together. Could they be stuck like that? She wanted to think that maybe this really was like the Zelda game, but who could tell? It's not like they knew anyone….

“Yes we do!” She snapped her fingers“I kinda hate that Mu was right, but there is a witch in town!”

“What?” Lukas’ brow furrowed “Who?”

0o0o0o0o0

Getting to the edge of town was… novel, to put it simply. The group was rather lucky that Luka was used to doing this sort of thing. And he was about 4 times larger than the group, so that helped in flying them around.

With the sun kissing the earth, red rays crawling into the darker sky, they didn’t have too much time, but followed Harriet and Bow as they got past the town center, and led them down to-

“Wait, why are we at Nell’s place?” Clover stared ahead at the Mint-green home, succulents hanging from pots and a radio sitting on the edge of the porch.

“Because Nurse Nell is a witch!” Harriet announced walking up the two steps of the porch.

“What- Harriet!” Luka startled.

“Its true!” Bow defended as Hattie knocked on the door.

“Kids, we’ve known Nell for a long time, she’s not-”

“She is!” Hattie argued “We saw it!”

“She made us promise to keep it a secret!” Bow added.

Said nurse opened the door as MJ tried to speak up

“I wasn’t expecting trick-or treaters,” She greeted before looking out the door, “But I do-” She paused as her eyes landed on the strange group at her front porch.

There was a rather awkward, extended silence as her eyes scanned MJ through her thick lenses with a gaze that conveyed a strange kind of surprise.

“.... Inside, now” She pulled the door open further, leaving no room for argument.

The adults shared a glance, but did as she said, entering her small living room. She greeted them with a nod as they entered, and shut the door behind them, motioning for MJ to approach her.

She didn’t say a word as they did so, and very slowly lifted her hands to their face, holding it steady as she scrutinized. “What happened? Less than 3 sentences” She half asked/half demanded. Her tone wasn’t harsh, but it was serious.

“Uh, I put on a cursed mask and it uh… did this” They tried to sum up.

“Where did you get the mask?”

“I found it in the forest. I thought it was abandoned from the spirit festival”

“And why did you pick up an abandoned mask in the forest?”

They awkwardly didn’t respond. She sighed

“I get it, hun” She responded, resigned. “Stay still”

“I am”

“Stiller”

Clover and Luka watched her with some skepticism, seeing the woman take a deep breath, and as she exhaled, her hands suddenly glowed dimly, tapping at the side of MJs head.

“Hah! See! Told you!” Hattie pointed, jumping slightly

“Shhhhhhhh!” Bow shook her “She’s doin’ magic stuff!”

“Hm…” She masterfully ignored the yelling children “Well, good news is that the magic isn’t very strong, Just… aggressive.” Nell announced. “And it's not malevolent” She let go of their face.

“... I… How can you tell?” MJ asked, their own hand tapping their blue cheek.

“.. Let's say it's a feeling” She summed up. “You can sit down. I need to grab something from my library”

And she left the room

“.... I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nell that serious” Clover spoke out “Also the uh, glowing hands? Didn’t know she could do that”

“How did you not know she had magic?” Luka asked with a rather incredulous tone

“It never came up!” Clover retorted

“How did it never come up?”

“Its cool!” Harriet jumped into the conversation

“It think its cool too” Bow agreed “I always wondered how my paper cuts at school always healed so fast…”

MJ had sat themselves down, hand staying on their head, feeling the strange curve of their forehead with a certain fascination. Nell’s words - said with so much affirmation- did make them feel better about the situation.

The nurse returned, her expression still relatively serious, but calmer as she carried an old, thick book with a rather overly ornate cover in a faded blue.

“You’re lucky I collect these old things” She commented for a moment, sitting down next to MJ. She flipped through the pages, finding a two-page spread with a plain mask listed on it, and text printed so small that MJ just could not read it. “Here we are.”

Harriet climbed up next to her “What's it say? That’s a lot of words!”

Nell chuckled a bit at her eagerness “It is, but... “ she hand rested on the book for a moment, and then she lifted it, and the text glowed, lifting and circling around her hand like a ring.

“Whoa…. It's like the unknown from the Pokémon movie!” Bow jumped, causing Nell to laugh more.

“A little, I suppose” Nell responded, and she looked over at the other two adults, mostly at Clover, whose bewildered stare caused her to laugh again “You okay there?”

“... How did I not know this about you?”

“Never came up, dear. Don’t think too hard about it. You too, “Snatcher”” The woman gave a smirk. Luka cleared his throat. “Now…”

A simple flick of her hand, and the letters were floating around MJ’s head, and some of them glowed just a little bit brighter “Hm….. Alrightie, that's a good sign” She snapped, and the letters, very suddenly disappeared as if popping a bubble. “Well, Give until dawn, and then you should be able to take off the mask. If you can’t, come to me. I don’t work tomorrow”

“Oh… Well, that uh, wasn’t so bad. I’ll be okay?”

“Of course” Nell nodded, shutting the book “I’d’ve called the Kagai’s the moment I let go of your face if I thought otherwise”

“The who?” Hat questioned.

“Another time, Hattie, another time” Nell placated. “Now….” she exhaled, putting the book on her coffee table and clasping her hands together “I just realized I haven’t even said hello to any of you”

Something about that sentence finally broke the tension, getting a laugh out of Clover and Luka, and a snicker out of MJ.

The next ten minutes consisted of Nell reassuring the group that MJ would be fine, and reiterating that they needed to come to her if the mask did not come off by sunrise.

“There’s a lot of magic in this that I can sense. So uh, just be careful.” She warned. “I don’t know a lot about that, so you’ll have to ask Tim”

MJ nodded “Uh, thank you, Nell”

She gave them a kind smile “Don’t mention it. Next time you need me though, have Clover send me a message or just call me, alright?” She looked passed them to Harriet, who gave her a sheepish smile.

“Got it” The transformed barista nodded.

“Oh and, don’t be too worried about people seeing you. Just say it's a costume” She recommended as they walked out with their family waiting just beyond the porch. “Happy Halloween!” She called before abruptly shutting the door

“So……” Bow started

“Can we go trick or treating now??” Hattie finished.

Luka looked up to MJ, who seemed much calmer than before, despite continuing to lift their hand to their weirdly shaped head.

“.. Yeah, yeah i think we can” they gave Luka a grin “And thanks for getting us the help, Hattie” MJ reached down and picked her up “Who knew the Dread Pirate Roberts could be such a help!”

The girl giggled before being put back down “Then let’s go!!”

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MJ was initially a bit tittered when they entered the town, but the moment anyone noticed them, the compliments rolled in.

“Wow! You look like a spooky zombie!”

“What game is that cosplay from?”

“How did you get the prosthetic to look like that, damn!”

“Wow, that is a really cool idea for the Lonely Man!”

MJ was beaming at the semi-undeserved praised as they took the kids from neighborhood to neighborhood, filling their pillow cases close to brimming with so much candy that Luka kept making a face and seemed to be mentally preparing to hide all of it, whispering to Clover and MJ about taking some of the candy so that it wasn’t all in his apartment.

“Seriously, all that candy?? They’re going to get cavities and I cannot pay for dental work like that.” The father aggressed. MJ just laughed a bit, looking ahead at the two girls who were trying to run ahead to the next house.

And then Bow’s foot caught a crack.

“Ah, Bow!” MJ startled, hand reaching out - but there was no way they’d reach her before she fell-

And then, she just stopped falling, stuck in midair as if floating.. But she wasn’t.

Upon closer examination, she was held up by a variety of red strings, connected to MJ’s clawed fingers

“... Uh”

“Whoaaaa” Hattie gaped “Magic! Cool!”

Bow pulled himself up to a standing position, and MJ put their hand down, the strings disappeared

“.. Thanks” Bow cleared her throat “That was really cool”

“It kind of was... “ They commented, looking down at their hands “I’m gonna be having a heck of a long talk with Tim when he gets back from wherever he is”

“Yeah, definitely” Luka nodded in agreement.

Lucky for the group the rest of the night went without incident, with MJ joining Luka at home and the two of them staying up until the sun started showing through the windows.

“Ready?” Luka asked him, the being no longer human shaped, as he’d finally reached his limit

“Yeah.. I think so” MJ took in a breath “She said it can just… come off like how I put it on…”

“Alright….” Luka’s voice trailed off as MJ reached their hands up to their face, thumbs by their cheeks, but then - wait! The edge, the mask! They felt it.

Barely bothering to breath, they mentally counted… 1… 2… 3!

they pulled it off and gasped as that icy feeling went through them even faster than last time, trembling and nearly falling over as Luka kept them up with their tail.

“Hey, hey! You okay MJ?”

MJ looked up, nodding “Yeah, uh, how do I..?”

“You’re back to a nerd, if that's what you’re asking” Luka lightly teased

Their hands went back up to their face, and gasped when they felt their regular skin, and their glasses (Where had they gone? Didn’t matter)

“Oh, thank god” The tired barista flopped onto their partner, “That was exhausting. Thank goodness the Horizon is closed today…”

“Hah, ready to sleep?”

“Oh, definitely” MJ commented, looking down at the mask still in their hand, its smile seeming not nearly as spooky than before.. “Hm..”

“What?”

“.. Why’d it choose me, I wonder” They muttered, sitting up and placing the mask by the window sill “But… we’ll see about finding out more, hm?”

“.. Yeah, we will” Luka confirmed.

MJ gave him a smile, hugging his partner with a slight nuzzle “Come on, we need to sleep. Hattie and Bow-”

“Oh, don’t remind me. We’re in for a hell of an afternoon” Luka groaned, but he was still smiling.

Saying that things were “back to normal” was never correct with this group, but things were still pretty okay. Maybe better, even.

Moonie figured they’d just have to wait and see.

BONUS::

Costumes! I wasn’t able to finish these in time, but I hope they suffice!

#doodledrawsthings #coffee shop au #ahit coffee shop au #ahit #a hat in time #ahit moonjumper #moonjumper #ahit snatcher #snatcher #ahit hat kid #hat kid #ahit bow kid #bow kid #ahit florist #florist #ahit oc #ahit nell #csau nell #nell

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“You can’t fight destiny.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! Here is Hoseok and Petal/reader’s first date. Petal is expecting dinner and then Hobi hijacks the date. It’s kind of chaos but :( they like each other so much :( ok, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

DINNER was safe. Simple and lowkey. The perfect first date for two people who were taking it slow. Probationary friends, you reminded yourself.

However, when you stepped out the doors of your apartment building to spot Hoseok leaning against the passenger side of his car, his arms crossed over his ribcage wearing that sunshine smile, you had to admit it was hard to remember why exactly you were taking things slow.

“Petal,” he called out in excitement, you holding back a giggle as you smiled at him.

“Sunshine,” you replied happily, Hoseok opening the door for you. “Oh, he’s chivalrous,” you noted teasingly, the man chuckling.

“Just a gentleman,” he responded, adjusting his non-existent bowtie, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Thank you,” you told him sincerely, Hobi giving you a small smile that made his dimples just above the corners of his mouth pop out.

“Hi, Petal,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your lower back, pulling you into a hug. Your arms easily draped over the back of his neck as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” you grinned. “Where are you taking me?” You asked, pulling away from him, but leaving your hands at the nape of his neck as your fingers toyed with ends of his hair.

“Well,” he nodded to the car. “Let me show you.”

Nodding to him, you crawled into the passenger seat, Hoseok waiting until you were situated before shutting the door and jogging around the front of the car. You watched as his hair bounced atop his head, dyed blonde with a pinkish highlight throughout making it appear almost peach. It looked good on him.

As Hoseok opened the driver side door, hopping into the vehicle, you appreciated the way the black jeans hugged his thighs, his white t-shirt tucked into them neatly, a jean jacket finishing the look.

“You don’t mind less than classy foods, do you?” He asked as he pulled out onto the street, you giving him a questioningly look.

“I’m not picky,” you confirmed. “What are we eating?” You pried with a small chuckle.

A smile curved on the man’s lips as he continued looking forward, driving you to an unknown destination. “I’m trying to surprise you, Petal,” he giggled, you rolling your eyes as you settled in your seat, though you wore a fond grin.

“I’m not used to surprises,” you told him, the man humming thoughtfully.

“Well you better get used to them,” he noted, making you let out a small breathy laugh. Hoseok’s presence in your life has been nothing but a massive surprise, and a bright one at that, so you had no doubt that the longer this went on the more surprises and brightness he’d bring.

The car ride was relatively quiet but comfortable. It was as though Hoseok was trying to ensure you’d be relaxed without the pressure of filling the air with nervous talk. However, the silence was shattered when the man pulled into a parking lot for a massive carnival.

“I thought we were getting dinner?” You gawked at the man, Hoseok giggling as he nodded.

“We are. They have food at these things you know,” he joked, you letting out a scoff of disbelief.

“You said, ‘a casual dinner, nothing major’,” you pointed out, Hoseok giggling happily. “You’re insane,” you told him through a massive smile, the excitement of the carnival already making you giddy.

“A good insane?” He questioned as he parked the car. Turning to look at you, he smiled vibrantly, you looking at him scrutinizingly.

“Undetermined,” you teased, the man letting out an open-mouthed unabashed laugh, the image and sound giving you a sincere feeling of happiness. “But this is amazing, I wasn’t expecting this at all,” you told him more seriously.

“Should we go eat our casual dinner?” He asked, you scoffing through a laugh.

“Lead the way, Sunshine.”

The man was insane, and you weren’t even sure he was fully aware of how loud and unapologetically gleeful he was. Screams were leaving the man as you competed against him in a carnival game in which you shot water guns into the mouths of some creepy little clown heads to try to fill a water balloon up until it exploded. The first to pop the balloon won and you were definitely beating him. The contrast between you both, Hoseok yelling and making loud sound effects as he struggled to keep his aim and you with your silent focus as you shot your own water gun, was stark and hysterical.

A particularly ridiculous scream-laugh that sounded from Hoseok had a giggle slipping from you, making you lose your aim, you letting out a small grunt of surprise before quickly recovering. It was only seconds later that your balloon popped, the sound startling Hoseok as he jumped before laughing.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked through his grin, both of you looking at his nearly half-filled balloon, you tossing your head back in laughter as Hoseok watched you fondly.

“Sunshine, I don’t think I’m all that good, I think you’re just that bad,” you teased him, the man letting out a sound of disapproval though he wore an amused smile. “Which stuffed animal do you want?” You asked, the man looking at you with wide eyes that appeared innocent and touched.

“I’m supposed to win you something,” he noted, you giggling. “That one looks like my dog,” he cooed, you gasping in response.

“You have a dog?” You asked him in excitement, Hoseok’s smile widening in response to you unfiltered happiness at the information. It was as if he was making a mental note. Loves animals.

“Yeah, Mickey,” he told you. “You’ll have to meet him.”

Pouting you nodded quickly. “I’d love to.” Turning back to the carnival worker, you asked for the stuffed dog and as soon as it was in your hand, you turned to the man with a wide grin. “For you, Sir.”

“Now this is cute,” he commented as he took the stuffed animal, cooing at it as he inspected it. “Thank you,” he beamed at you. Yeah. This is cute.

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed through your fond grin. “Come on, I wanna kick your ass in bumper cars.”

Hoseok watched you wide-eyed as you headed toward the bumper cars, frozen in his place for a moment. “You can’t even win in bumper cars,” he called out, his feet finally moving in a jog to catch up with you, you turning around to flash him a smile with a giggle. “Can you?” He asked, his pitch higher than before as he thought out loud to himself.

“You can win anything,” you responded, shooting him a feigned very serious expression.

“Ah, you’re competitive,” he realized, you smirking as you raised your hand to your face, squinting at your index finger and thumb that were pinched together to silently indicate ‘a little bit’. Hoseok giggled and you realized it was quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds, just behind the carefree cackle he often let out with an open mouth, completely unabashed. Paired with his sunshine smile, you found yourself wanting to make him laugh as much as possible. Lucky for you, he wasn’t stingy in the slightest with sharing his joy.

You watched fondly as Hoseok crawled into a bumper car, sweetly tucking the stuffed dog into his jean jacket, patting its head before looking toward you with a playful glare. “You’re going down, Petal.”

“Calm down, Hoseok, you can’t even win at bumper cars,” you teased, the man scoffing through that adorable laugh, the feelings of utter fondness filling your chest almost making you bashful under his gaze. What the fuck?

The first crash into Hoseok’s bumper car had him screaming with a massive smile, the man trying to steer into you as you smashed into him once again, the jolt of his body within the car causing him to look at you in surprise. Eyes blown wide, you burst into cackles at the expression, crumbling against the steering wheel giving the man an opportunity to drive into the side of your car, your laughing figure flailing to the side as Hoseok’s amusement sounded overtop all of the crashes and screams from other drivers.

Now you weren’t one for romantic cliches, but perhaps Hoseok was the exception as the world seemed to slow down around you at the sight of his glee. As he wore that smile you already adored, it felt like you’d been thrown into a scene from a romantic comedy, and you’d arrived to the moment where you realized how much this person was going to mean to you.

It was still new, and of course you were taking things slow, but somethings you just know. And you and Hoseok always did have a weird undeniable chemistry that you felt even when you were trying to deny it. It wouldn’t be a bad thing if the man who tucked a toy dog into his coat for its safety during bumper cars stayed in your life for a while.

The sun was setting and you were still roaming around the carnival, a hot dog on a stick in one hand as you made a peace sign with the other, smiling happily at Hoseok’s phone.

As he lowered the device, scrolling through the shots, he sighed, shaking his head. “That bad?” You asked, the man tsking.

“You look so good in all of them,” he informed you, you pulling your eyebrows together in question. “You make me look bad,” he added, looking up at you with a smile.

“Oh shut up,” you immediately negated, appearing grumpy in an instant. “You’re handsome, don’t be silly.”

The man giggled happily at the seriousness behind your words, enjoying your brief moment of anger. “You get riled up so easily,” he teased, you rolling your eyes as you leaned toward him to look at the phone screen.

“I don’t tolerate nonsense,” you told him with a small smile, Hobi staring at you as you inspected the photo. “Send this to me.”

“You’re cute,” he told you as he looked to the photo. “This one? You sure?”

“Yeah, you look adorable and the pup is in it,” you smiled, patting the stuffed animal on the head that Hobi held in his inner-elbow. He smiled giddily at you just before sending the photo to you.

As you took a bite of your hotdog, you scanned your surroundings mindlessly, making eye contact with an older woman who smiled, you shooting a polite smile with a small bow back before looking back to your date.

“What’s next, Sunshine?” You asked, the man humming as he looked around.

“I’m- not- sure,” he said slowly as he looked around. “More games? Just standing here doing nothing? I just really don’t want the date to end yet,” he smiled shyly, you nearly cooing at how sweet and cute he was.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want it to end either,” you assured him easily. And you really didn’t. Being back in your apartment alone was the last place you wanted to be in that moment. You both started walking through the carnival once again, eyeing different vendors and booths. “Games sound good, but do you really want me to kick your ass some mo-” you started but found yourself interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

Turning to your side, you spotted the woman who smiled at you moments ago. “Would you like a reading?” She asked you, gesturing down to the tarot cards in her hands, and that’s when you realized she was a fortune teller for the carnival.

“Oh, no, that’s ok. Thank you,” you tried to evade the reading, smiling but shaking your head.

“Free,” she grinned, you shaking your head more adamantly as Hoseok placed a hand to your lower back, giggling as he guided you to the table.

“Come on, Petal, it’s just a little reading,” he teased you through a massive smile.

“Would you stop it?” You whispered to him quietly, the man giggling in amusement, you cursing him under your breath as the woman and the traitor pushed you into the chair.

As Hobi entered behind you, the woman closed a curtain so you were secluded in a weird little booth set up. Fucksake. It hardly even felt professional and you were not one to believe in this kind of stuff anyway. You quickly took the remaining bite of your hotdog, handing the stick to Hoseok for him to deal with as the woman took her seat across the table from you.

Laying out five cards that you didn’t know a single thing about even after her explanations, she hummed thoughtfully. “Have you had any recent changes take place in your life?” Looking behind you toward Hoseok, you nodded your head. “A new lover perhaps?”

Refusing to answer, you simply stared at the woman. “Well, the cards show that you’ve had new factors enter into your personal life and that this is quite the transitional time for you,” she explained. “Using lessons learned from the past, you are now ready for new life experiences that could be lasting.”

“That sounds promising, Petal,” Hobi teased from behind you, you holding back a smile at his words, the man giggling at your expense.

“You might have a particular barrier, perhaps an emotional one, holding you back from your full potential with this new factor, but the cards show that you are destined for a bright future,” the woman told you, you nodding slowly. If you didn’t know better, you would have though Hoseok had set this whole thing up.

“Bright, huh?” You asked through a small smile, Hoseok’s hand squeezing your shoulder. “I wouldn’t say that bright,” you teased, the man laughing happily.

“Would you like me to elaborate more?” She asked, you quickly shaking your head.

“No no, but thank you,” you smiled sincerely. “Let me pay you,” you smiled, standing up. “Hoseok,” you greeted, patting his chest. “You can cover the cost for the reading right?” You smirked, Hobi grinning as he pulled out his wallet.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, handing some money to the woman.

Pulling the curtain open and stepping outside, you began walking away as Hoseok called your name, the smile and laugh evident in his voice.

“You are so obnoxious,” you commented, turning around to lightly hit his arm, the man cackling at your expense, wrapping you up in a hug.

“I know I am,” he admitted, you reluctantly folding your arms over his waist.

“Annoying,” you added, the man giggling near your ear.

“But bright,” he noted cheerfully, you groaning against his chest as you pulled away from him. “I’m just saying,” he started teasingly, “You can’t fight destiny.”

Reaching for your hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours as he pulled you to stand beside him. “Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed, though the smile on your face told him were far from annoyed by him in that moment. Letting out a mixture of a groan and a laugh, you leaned your head back with your eyes closed as you exhaled deeply. “I can’t believe you made me do that,” you giggled, opening your eyes, the full moon coming into view. “Oh my god,” you said in surprise and excitement.

“Huh?” Hoseok responded with wide eyes.

“The moon,” you pointed, the man’s eyes following.

“Ah, it’s full tonight,” he noted, both of you staring up at the big shining beauty.

“I love the moon,” you said quietly, mesmerized for a moment by the glowing orb. The sounds of the carnivals surrounded you, but you didn’t pay them any mind as you allowed yourself to be submerged by the feeling of being underneath the full moon with Hoseok. “I try to track its phases but I usually end up forgetting the day of the full moon,” you explained, your date looking from the sky to you, appreciating the way your eyes beamed underneath the moon’s illumination. He thought you looked stunning and he was tempted to kiss you. “My fatal flaw,” you joked, Hobi smiling in response.

“I’ll try to remind you,” he replied, a hopeful tone to his voice that had you looking from the moon to the man’s cheerful face.

You both stared at each other for a moment before you glanced down toward his lips. “What exactly are the terms of this probationary friendship?” He asked with a smirk, you giggling as you met his gaze once again.

“I figured we’d just make it up as we go,” you shrugged.

“In that case,” he grinned, “Can I kiss you, Petal?”

Though the thought of teasing him entered your mind, you wanted to kiss him just as badly. Smiling back at him, you nodded, leaning closer to the man. Hoseok slowly closed the gap, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips a few times as if he was making certain you were sure. You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, and his eyes fluttered shut as yours did just before his soft lips met your own, greeting you in a sweet and graceful kiss.

The action didn’t last long but it was perfect, Hoseok pulling away, the kiss lingering on your lips as you grinned, opening your eyes to see his own joyful expression.

“I’m quite enjoying our friendship,” he joked, you giggling as you nodded.

“No complaints from me,” you agreed.

“Not even about the tarot reading?” He asked in surprise, that same teasing smile.

“Ok, one complaint,” you corrected, the man chuckling as he tugged on your hand, leading you through the carnival, you watching him from behind with a big dumb smile on your face.

Spotting an ice cream stand, you pulled on his hand, the man turning around to look at you with wide eyes. “Do you want ice cream?”

“Ooh,” he said in a timid excitement. Pulling out his wallet, he began walking toward the stand, you quickly placing your free hand to his chest.

“No, it’s on me,” you told him, Hoseok cocking his head at you. “You just relax, watch the dog,” you smiled, Hoseok giggling. “What kind do you want?”

“Mint chocolate,” he told you, you pulling a questioningly look.

“Really?” You asked, the man nodding.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re a mintcho hater,” he spoke as if he was preparing for disappointment, you shaking your head with a chuckle.

“No, no, it’s fine, stay calm, Sunshine,” you giggled. “Just not my favorite either,” you informed him, your date clutching his chest in feigned relief. Shaking your head at his reaction, you pulled your hand from his as you turned toward the ice cream. “One mintcho coming up,” you called to him.

As you waited in line for the ice cream, you couldn’t help but think of the tarot reading. You really didn’t believe in that stuff all that much, but why was it so fitting? Why did she all but demand to give you of all people a reading? What were the chances of that night being the full moon? And why was Hoseok someone you could see spending a lifetime with after only one single date?

Collecting the cones, one mint chocolate and one vanilla, you turned back to where you left Hoseok to find the area empty. Scanning the crowds of people, he suddenly walked into your view sporting a massive beam that almost had you nervous about what had caused it. But fuck it was stunning.

Looking at him skeptically, you held the cone out in his direction. “Why are you so smiley- what the fuck is that?” You asked, spotting the plastic bag filled with water that he held in his grasp down by his thigh, a small goldfish circling the perimeter.

“I finally won you something,” he told you cheerfully, taking the cone from you and immediately taking a big lick.

“You won me a fish?” You asked in shock, the man giggling as he nodded. “Hoseok, what the hell am I supposed to do with a fish?”

“Well, feeding it would be a good start,” he informed you jokingly, you huffing at him.

“I cannot believe you,” you shook your head, staring at the little fish that swam around in the bag.

“You have to take it, I already have Mickey,” he noted, you rolling your eyes.

“Well of course I’m gonna take it,” you told the man, taking a lick from your own cone. “Have I told you that you’re obnoxious?” You asked jokingly, crouching down to take a closer look at your new pet.

“Maybe once,” he joked back, you glancing up at the man to scoff at him, though your lips were positioned in a smile.

“It needs a name,” you pointed out, Hoseok humming in thought.

“How about Luna?” He asked. “To commemorate the night and the moon you’re so fond of,” he explained, you smiling, completely smitten with the man. Nodding at him, he gave you a single nod back. “Maybe Luna here is the new factor in your life that will lead you a destined bright future,” he said, you standing up straight to look at his face, your eyes scanning his gorgeous features.

“I don’t think so, Sunshine,” you whispered to him, watching in utter fondness as his beautiful smile stretched across his face.

There was nothing brighter than the sun, after all. And looking at Hobi’s beaming grin, in that moment, you and him, a future together, it all felt pretty damn destined.

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