#I don't have Graves though. So the eye thing is a puzzle

[roseapov]

Thanks to Havria

Zhongli x GN!Reader

Tw: mentions of obsession, fixation, manipulation, worshipping, killing, mentions of diving powers, manipulation into a marriage

Spoilers to Zhongli's Story Quest Part 1

Povtober 2023, Day 9 [Masterlist]

For the first time, you met under the moonlight. The moon was in full set, giving you much needed light. You tried solving puzzles to Havria's domain, as her follower. Follower of the Goddess of salt, that you admired more than anything.

With your lack of knowledge on the real story of Havria's death, you blamed it all onto Morax, the Geo Archon.

When the man caught you red-handed while you were messing with mechanisms blocking your way to your Goddesses hideout. His gaze made you tremble, not knowing why, reminded you of the god people of this land worshipped and you loathed, the thought of him making you shiver with dread.

You couldn't move, your body like in paralysis. The only thing you could do was to stare at this mysterious man in expensive brown attire and seconds after you blacked out.

When you woke up you found yourself laying on the bed in the Bubu Pharmacy. How did you know? You were a common guest here cause of your concern for the doctor Baizhu health.

What you saw after a few seconds was the same man from the last time, sitting at your bedside and staring at you. His gaze was so stern, so intense, you felt like he could see right through you.

What made you confused is the fact, that after you blinked he looked completely.. normal? He didn't had this heated gaze, and his aura became less suffocating.

The brunett introduced himself as Zhongli, and asked you to introduce yourself even though he knew it all already. Against your better judgement you did given him your name, only to later regret dearly this course of action, cursing your past self.

His eyes gleamed with an gold glow, but you shrugged it off as you being tired another grave mistake.

He offered to make a contract, he would take care of you, which left you puzzled. Why would he want to take care of you? He don't know you, right? You disagreed to it immediately. Poor you, completely unaware of the ace he had in his sleeve.

'Let me take care of you as my spouse, in exchange, I'm going to tell you all I know about your Goddess, Havria.'

He said the words 'your Goddess' with a bit of a spite, yet you were in such a euphoria that you haven't seen a thing, another huge mistake.

Havria? Your Goddess? He knows something about her?! But how? Her history is lost to time! How can he know something about it? And also, being his spouse? That decision should take time, but the informations you could get from it! Besides his taking care of you surely won't will last forever, right?

After you signed his contract, excited to hear the news about your deity the only thing you heard was:

'I haven't killed Havria, you're gonna understand the meaning of these words soon. You will know the rest of the story when the time comes'

That was dissapointing. He? Killed Havria? But how? Isn't he in his 30's at best? Why would he suggest such a thing? Is there more to the story than you imagined? Is it all he's gonna say to you? When the time comes? But that can take forever! And why is he leaning towards you? He.. he kissed your cheek? You completely forgot you will have to be his spouse!

Maybe having a follower of Morax as your husband wouldn't be so bad? After all he did make a contract with you, so surely he will be loyal to these conditions, right? And surely he will let you go afterwards, you just need to wait for 'when the time comes' and then you'll leave him. Sounds easy, right?

If I made some grammar or language mistakes, I apologize. I'm going to correct them all when im gonna be on the actual days in Povtober or after Povtober

~roseapov

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Hazbin Hotel Rewrite; Opening up at the Bar

From what I seen from hh with how it handles sa topics, it's very...questionable. Now the show hasn't still come out yet so I won't go into detail about it, but with how they use the song 'poison' and behind the scenes of it (viv making a sex joke as marketing the song and the lead storyboard shipping val x angel despite what it's meant to portray in canon) makes it understandable for people to critque the show's portrayal of it. So for here, I want to approach Angel's truama as respectfully as I can with Angel opening up to Husk as it seems to be the same episode where both of them improve their relationship. I hope I'm able to address sa well because I know it's a very delicate topic that shouldn't be written lightly (especially for truama responses like hypersexuality) so if you have any problems with how I written it and how I should change it, please let me know. I will rewrite it until I portray this topic properly and credit you for your critque/help (unless you don't want to)

Content Warning; SA and mention of drug/alcohol addiction

A bar full of bottles and boozes sitting there in windless silence, aching for their next customer. Its emptiness is numbing, the stranded desert of this hotel. Husk, tapping his fingers in rhythm, halts it as though the ticking of a clock stops and sighs in relief, grateful that his work is now done. He takes a bottle of booze, fulfilling its fate as he opens the lid to drain it all down, until he hears the door creaking. 

He groans “Oh it’s you,” as Angel Dust drags himself towards the bar, collapsing his face to the poseur table. “What do you want now? Bar’s gonna close soon. So hurry up.” 

Angel’s face tilts up. “A drink, please.” His voice is soft yet hoarse.

Husk rolls his eyes, wishing for that sweet graveness to enter this bar once again. He goes through his bottles. “Which one?” He asks with a hostile glare.

“Any.”

Angel Dust slowly lifts himself up from the table, staring in discomfort at Husk grabbing a random bottle from his shelf, a sense of dread lingers onto him. 

“Husk…” His voice grows quiet.

“What?”

“I’m…sorry.” His eyes not meeting Husk’s gaze. 

“For what?” He responds snappily, placing one hand to his hip.

“For earlier…” Angel answers, his eyes still refusing to see Husks. “For saying and doing all those weird things to you, I'm sorry.”

His grouchy face still remains. “Whatever,” firmly placing the bottle to the table and swishing it towards Angel. “Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah,” his body tenses, “I hope so…”

Husk brows raised. “Hope so? What do you mean?”

The question hangs on as Angel Dust fiddles their hands, looking down at the wooden dry floor. The room has been fogged in silence as Husk finds himself repeatedly tapping his fingers, wondering when the clock will finally end its grating tick. 

“Well…” His voice quivers, tracing his eyes back to Husks. “I don’t know…”

Husk’s face turned puzzled. “The hell you mean you don't know?!” 

“I-” Angel pauses himself for a moment, “I don't know. I just don’t know.” His face bangs on the table as his arms come to cover.

“Ah well, might just be a you problem then.” He cackles at his own joke, with hollow applause. 

Angel huffs, “That’s what you all think.” His voice became more irritated. 

Husk’s laughter abrupt into cold stillness, his voice freezes with the rest of his body. 

Angel continues, “All of you think i’m just some dirty sex pest, huh? A running sex joke?” Anger starts to rise through his voice, “Even Charlie thinks what I do is just who I am- like I chose this!” He cuts himself off, facing down to the lifeless floor again. “Like I chose this…”

Husk words vanished, his voice having trouble coming out of his mouth. All he could do is stand there, watching Angel Dust ponder through his thoughts. 

“You know I don’t actually like being sexual twenty-four seven? Crazy right?” He formed a smile, though not by sweetness, but by bitterness. “I don’t actually like making endless sex jokes or dirty talk, I don’t actually like to constantly fantasise or masturbate or sleep around with a bunch of nobodies,” bitterness starts to spread through his voice, “and I especially don’t like working in that place!” He holds his breath, exhaling to serene air. “But I do it anyway, no matter how hard I try.” His finger scratched the table harshly with a melancholic frown. “I don’t know what is wrong with me, I didn’t used to be like this, it was only after-” Angel cuts himself off as his body starts trembling. He places a heart on his hand, feeling the rapid sounds of his heartbeat. “After…” He slows himself, unable to muster anything else to speak of. 

His eyes lift to Husk, seeing the statue that he became, his widened pupils not even taking one blink. Angel’s face rose with worry, “Oh uh…sorry.” He murmurs. “Sorry, I’ll just take the booze or-”

“Go on.” Husk's voice comes back again.

“W-what?” He quivers, taken aback by what he heard.

“Go on…” Husk's voice trails off, still a statue of himself.

Angel Dust pursed his lips, facing down once more. “There was a time back then, when I sneaked into a bar for some alcohol, the thing that helped me most when I was alive. There was a really fancy bottle, porcelain white shimmering with bubbles, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have it. Then he caught me, I thought he would kill me. Instead, he made a deal; that if I work in his business, I won’t need to steal anything or even need a place to stay…” He breaks off, his fingers scraping themselves to a shell. “So I worked as one of his sex workers; a stripper for his bars, an actor for his films, anything to do with sex, really. It wasn’t what I was always interested in, but it felt…better? Being more open and honest about myself that I never got to do on earth. That is, until I came back to his home…He told me he wanted to show me something, my ‘reward’...” He holds back on his words, wrapping his arms around in a warm embrace. “After that, I…I don't know, I guess that’s where I started becoming more sexual. It’s like a switch where my mind now constantly thinks about sex, even if it’s not what I want. It’s my poison.” He holds onto his words again, reflecting his thoughts. “Maybe it’s a way of control, to take back what he did to me, not letting him hurt me…but is it any good if you can’t control it yourself?” He finds himself eyeing at the bottle of toxicated liquid. “That’s why I came here, I couldn’t find any drugs. So alcohol will just have to do.”

Husk exhales a quiet breath, with Angel’s words stalling through his mind. He saw Angel reaching for the bottle. “Wait!” He alerts, taking the bottle before Angel could have the chance. Angel looks at him, confound. “Why?” Husk fell silent, wavering on his memory like a lightning struck in a bottle. He places the bottle back to its fateless place and starts rummaging through the tea bags until one reads ‘Black Caravan Tea’. He places the tea bag in a muggy cup and clicks the kettle to brew. Minutes go by as the kettle finally makes its thump, breaking Husks trance as he pours the steamy water onto the cup and gently pushes it over to Angel. “Here” He says softly. “Careful, it’s hot.” Angel slowly directs his eyes to the hot tea, then back to Husk, his mouth making a quiet gasp. “I know it’s not much,” He adds. “But for you, I hope it can be enough.”

Angel dust calmly blows the steam off his tea and takes a sip, warm smoky sweetness filling his mouth in peaceful bliss. He continues sipping it at a slow pace, enjoying each moment with him and his magical tea, transforming his mind to ocean waves, hearing its soothing whooshes and the pleasant echoes of bird’s chirping. After taking one last sip, he notices Husk with his own muggy cup, cooling off the steam before slurping down the whole tea to an empty cup. His grouchy face disappeared, replacing it with a genial smile; friendly and relaxed. Like warming his face with radiant golden sunlight. 

“What’s this?” Angel asks as soon as Husk tastes his last drop.

“Black Caravan.” Husk replies, licking his lips. “My Babushka always makes this tea, saying ‘If you get upset, don’t waste your mouth with vodka, relish it with Caravan.’” He glimpses away from Angel dust, shining a little star in his eyes before glaring at the shelves of bottles and boozes. “Heh, no wonder I hadn’t remembered…” 

Angel snickers. “My Nonno says something similar. He said; ‘You don’t stuff your mouth with alcohol, you stuff it with Frittelie!’” They both chuckle with each other, reminiscing of their old lives before the room went to silence. Both eyes looking away from each other as Angel proceeds to fiddle with his hands and Husk tapping his table, now only slow and with no rhythm. A clock’s final strikes till midnight. “You know,” He spoke solemnly. “After you're done with work and all, instead of finding drugs, you can come straight here to talk or have some tea. Either one or both to get off some steam.” 

Angel glances back to Husk’s sentimental gaze, his eyes lit up. “You’ll…You’ll do that?”

“Yeah.” He responds, keeping his gaze to Angel Dusts. “I’d do. For you…”

Their eyes locked in their gazes, their beating hearts twined to one another. Angel’s eyes turn away from the burning faint shades of pink of his face, looking steadily at the cup. “Yeah,” a small line shaped to a tender smile, “I’d like that.”

[master-sass-blast]

Ppsssppsss...

Hey!

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Grayson's morning voice

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AT LAST!!! I HAVE THE SPOONS TO ANSWER THIS ASK!!! (also ty honey for sending it my way so i wouldn't forget about the concept ily)

Look, we ALL know it. Shohreh Aghdashloo has the voice of a goddess, and ergo Grayson does too. I hope whoever cast Shohreh in the role of Grayson only has the finest of orgasms for the rest of their life.

Grayson's voice is already perfect. Just like the rest of her. However -just hear me out. We've all talked about Sevika's morning voice -and, yes it would be wonderful and orgasmic, but what I don't understand is why no one's mentioned how exquisite Grayson's morning voice would be.

You're slow to wake up.

You're not a morning person, to begin with. Sunrises go unmet so you can lavish in the safe embrace of slumber. The world is hard and cold, and your bed is soft and warm. If it weren't for your job, there wouldn't be enough coffee in the world to drag you out of bed before noon.

It's the weekend, however; being off the clock means you can luxuriate in bed for as long as you want. You can even take your coffee back to bed, just for the hell of it.

You make it until about ten before the sunlight becomes too bright to ignore. There's a crack in the curtains that cover your bedroom windows, and it's placed just right to let a slim beam of summer sunshine hit you right across the eyes.

You crack one eye open, with machinations to flip off the window in a very mature and adult manner -but that's as far as you get before you do a mental double-take.

There's slow, gentle breathing against your neck. There's warmth at your back and weight in the bed next to you. And, most importantly, there's a pair of arms still wrapped around you.

Grayson's still in bed, you realize. You blink, dumbfounded -then squint and hiss when the sun blasts your retinas with a full dose of morning. You lift one hand to shield your eyes, then puzzle out the unexpected presence in bed with you.

Simply put, your partner is never in bed when you wake up. Even with your job demanding you get up every morning, hers starts hours before yours (and, as much as you love her, you're not about to wake up every unholy morning and keep Grayson company while she gets ready for the day). Even though she's not a "morning person," per se, she rarely sleeps in -some sort of bullshit about her "body clock" waking her up early anyway.

Is she sick? You really can't fathom any other reason she'd be in bed so late in the day (well, relatively late).

Behind you, Grayson stirs. She inhales slowly through her nose, then nuzzles into your neck. She hums sleepily, then dips her head and kisses your shoulder. "Good morning."

Your jaw drops. Your eyelids flutter as your eyes roll back in your head.

You've always had a thing for your partner's voice -it's part of what drew you to her to begin with. She sounds so singular, so utterly entrancing. She could read the damn phone book, and you'd be hanging off her every word.

But eternals have mercy, her morning voice.

Fuck me. You swallow, then manage to scrape your brain into some semblance of order. "Morning," you manage, ever so eloquently. You clear your throat, try to put out the fire in your pants, then ask "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Y-you sure?" you ask, voice failing as the throb between your legs ratchets up a notch. "You never sleep in."

"It felt good to rest this morning." Grayson goes quiet when you arch against her -and when she speaks again, there's a certain coyness in her rich, gravely voice. "Are you feeling alright, darling? You're quite tense."

You sigh and squirm against her as her hand smooths down your side. "If I'd know how hot your morning voice is, I would've made a point to wake up when you get up for work."

Grayson chuckles and kisses the side of your neck. "Oh, really?"

You consider for a moment, then turn over and sling one leg over her hip. "No," you murmur as you press your lips against hers.

Grayson laughs. She meets your kiss with equal eagerness, then rolls you onto your back and slides her hands beneath your shirt. "That's what I thought."

[weird-is-life]

You're back!

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You finally come home from holidays and Steve is more than happy about it

Warnings: fluff, use of pet names

Words: 0.8k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

It was way past the midnight and you stumbled out of your parents's car to Steve's house. Late night flights were never really your thing.

You were gone the whole Christmas, visiting your grandparents in other state. So Steve was literally counting down the minutes, 'till you would be back the whole time.

He wanted to pick you up at the airport, but you didn't let him, because it was far away and your family had the car there.

He couldn't stop complaining when you told him the no. He was begging you to let him, he claimed, that he would die, if he had to go one more minute without you.

So after hearing his soft pleading, you compromised. You agreed to go to his house straight from the airport, under the condition he wouldn't stay up to wait for you. He agreed, even though he was like 'sweetheart, you're killing me, actually killing me, you know that?'

With heavy suitcase, tired eyes, you opened the front door with your spare key. You were surprised to see the tv on and even more surprised to see your Steve dead asleep on the couch in front of it.

Of course, he stayed up to wait for you, you should have known that. You couldn't even be mad at him for that. Not when he looked so soft, hair everywhere, cosy christmas pyjamas on, matching yours and a tight clutch on a bouquet of flowers.

A smile crept up on your face as you crouched down next to him and tenderly shook his shoulder, "Steve..."

Usually you had to try very hard to wake him up, but not this time. His eyes shot open, "sweetheart?", it took him a second to realise you were in front of him.

"Hi, Stevie" you giggled at his puzzled face. The sound of your laugh fully woke him up, his arms were around you in no time.

"You're back, you're home," he contently sighed into your shoulder, "ah, finally."

"Yeah, i'm here" you responded, "but Steve, what are you doing here? You said, you'd go sleep."

"You and i both know, that was a lie. There was no way, i wouldn't wait for you. Missed you too much," he clung to you even more, " I'm not letting you leave without me ever again."

He pouted into your chest, making you giggle again, "Stevie, it's only been a few days. "

"Are you saying, you didn't gravely miss me?" he asked, offended.

"Never, i always miss you so much, too much." You missed him a lot, that's why you agreed to go to his house right from the airport, you couldn't wait to see him, too.

"I'm glad to be back" you confessed and ran your fingers through his hair, schratching his scalp lightly.

Steve squeezed you strongly one more time, before he let go of you and looked at your exhausted face. He put his hand on your cheek, stroking it lovingly, " i missed your pretty face so much it hurt."

You blushed at his comment and Steve grinned. His eyes were looking all over your face, making your cheeks even redder.

"We should go to bed, it's late" you said, before your blushing could get any worse under his gaze. You got up from your knees, ready to leave for the bed, but Steve pulled at your hand and you fell into his lap.

"Steve!" you yelped and he laughed loudly.

"Sorry, pretty girl. Couldn’t let you leave just yet."

"And why is that?" you asked.

"I want a kiss, please" he looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Sure" you kissed him on his nose and grinned at his desperately face.

"Come on, please sweetheart" he pleaded, looking very miserable. You smirked at him and leaned dangerously close to his lips, before you turned your head and kissed his cheek.

He whined loudly, clearly unhappy by your teasing, "if i don't get a kiss in one second, i'm telling you, i will perish."

"Really? You will die, if i don't kiss you?" you chuckled at how ridiculous he was.

"Yes. I will die from heartbreak" he stated seriously.

"You're so dramatic."

"It's the truth. I'd been waiting for you for weeks, dreaming about finally kissing you. And you are just laughing at me-" you stopped his rambling and shut him up with his much desired kiss. He didn't waste any time and kissed you back, pulling your body flush against his chest.

You had to pull back, because you were running out of oxygen and Steve protested against your lips," no, no, come back. "

"You can kiss me all you want tomorrow, now let's just go to sleep, handsome."

He wanted argue for at least one more kiss, but your fluttering eyes stopped him," Okay sure, let's go sleep. But i hope, you will keep your promise."

"Don't worry, i will definitely keep that promise" you smiled sweetly at him, too tired to tease him anymore.

Steve led you to his room, helped you get ready for bed and cuddled you as soon as you got under the covers. You were out right away, only managed to exhange quiet 'love yous' and 'goodnights'

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Hey guys, thank you for reading.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[the-berf]

Dates held no importance to Carmy. His birthday? Just another random day in the year. Holiday season? You mean ball-bustingly busy season. Which was why Carmy taking a day off out of the blue didn't have anyone asking questions. Mostly, the crew were relieved that he was actually taking time away from The Bear. It had been too long since he'd taken a break, near enough working himself into an early grave.

The day started off as usual, except there was no Carmy. Things were a bit more relaxed without his ever watchful presence. There were more cock-ups and laughter but customers were still happy when they came in. Unusually, Richie was rather somber, mouth ticked down in a thin pressed line. It was only when Ebra squeezed his shoulder in a quiet moment and they shared a sad look that the others began to question what was going on. Nobody needed to be a genius to figure it out.

While Carmy didn't care much about celebrating days, over the course of the last year he'd grown to regret not going to Mikey's funeral. It wasn't something to celebrate but it was closure he didn't have. Though, if given the chance, he still wouldn't have gone on the day. Facing his family was bad enough, but when it was something as emotional as his brother's funeral, Carmy couldn't do it.

The kitchen was filled with stories of Mikey. He had been the one to bring them all together, had given them all a chance. Even if he wasn't there to see through the fruit of his hard work, most of the crew was there because of him. In a way it was easier not having Carmy there, he wasn't part of their stories. But at the same time they all missed him, wished they could share the memories they had of his brother. Collectively, they agreed that after service they'd go to the cemetery, pay their respects.

It was late by the time The Bear was locked up. Tired from another long but satisfying service, the crew filtered into cars to get lifts. Nobody expected the text from Natalie.

[Has anyone seen Carmy today?]

Unlike expectation, Carmy hadn't taken the day to spend time with his family. When Nat had tried to visit him, needing her brother on the anniversary of their other brother's death, he was nowhere to be found. In an attempt to be respectful of his space, Nat had left him be. But fear had clawed its way through her chest, especially when she realised Carmy had taken the day off.

After some frantic messages, most of the crew was left at the cemetery while Richie and Nat left, heading towards a certain bridge with dread.

The night was late enough for there to be little in the way of traffic and pedestrians, which made it all that much more to spot Carmy. He was leaning against the railing, looking out over the water and fidgeting with something in his hand. Nat had a hand over he mouth but her gasp was still loud in the car.

Heedless of traffic rules, they pulled over and were stumbling out of the car in a mad rush.

"Carm?" Nat called, along with Richie's not so subtle yell of "Yo! Cousin!" at least had Carmy turn his head to look at them. His eyes were puffy and red rimmed but it wasn't exactly a surprise.

The smile sent their way was wobbly and small, as was the hoarse "hey". At least Carmy was talking to them and turned towards them as the approached. Clutched in his hand was a small bunch of spaghetti.

"This is where he did it, isn't it?"

As Nat hugged him tight, Richie ruffled his hair. "Don't scare us like that, moron."

Puzzled, Carmy looked between the two. "How did I scare you?"

"Think, idiot." Now that the fear was gone, anger was the next emotion Richie could muster. "You take the day off, go to where Mikey offed himself, nobody hears from you. What did you think we'd assume?"

"I just-" Carmy shrugged and sniffed. "I- The Bear was as much his as mine. He should have been there."

"Instead you weren't there either," Nat chastised.

"Couldn't face it. Not today. I haven't even been to his grave."

An arm wrapped around his shoulders, Richie steered Carmy towards the car. On Carmy's other side, Nat had a hand on his elbow.

"We'll go now. Everyone else is gathered there already."

Not resisting, Carmy let himself be ushered into the car. The drive was silent save for the noise of the spaghetti shifting in Carmy's grip. None of the pieces broke though.

At the cemetery, Carmy got out, a little lost and wide eyed. Syd was the first to beckon him over, giving him a tight hug. Together, they walked to the small grave, one among the many.

"He always made spaghetti," Carmy rumbled as a few questioning looks were sent to the pasta in his hand. He laid it like a bunch of flowers on the grave. The middle had slightly softened where he'd been gripping it in a sweaty palm for so long.

"That he did," Marcus agreed easily. "It was pretty damn good too."

"Except the time he tried to spice it up." Tina picked up the thread with a smile. All too soon, stories of Mikey were filling the air, even if he wasn't there in person, his memory was still a big part of them all.

[sezja]

Friendly Concern

It's with a sense of not-quite-foreboding that Thaffe accepts Magnus' friendly invitation for a drink - it's not that the gesture is unwelcome, mind; anything's better than the ice-cold shoulder and bitter defeat Magnus has given them all these past three years. And it's not that he's worried, necessarily. Magnus swore he'd not have a drop of liquor for himself; not after spending three years trying to drink himself into an early grave. No, it's more that the invitation came out of the blue, didn't include Jeryk or any of their other fellow aspiring engineers, and-

And Thaffe's pretty sure Magnus spotted Jeryk kissing his cheek that morning.

The wily Ronso hasn't said a word about it, but Thaffe's been catching odd glances all day - at both of them; glances he can't quite decipher. If Jeryk's noticed, he hasn't remarked on it, and gods know he probably hasn't; if it's not a trolley or a Talos, these days, nothing catches Jeryk's attention. He's likely blissfully unaware of the scrutiny, and Thaffe wishes he could be half so oblivious.

Still, he reminds himself, it's not as though they're doing anything wrong.

Whatever it is they're doing.

Maybe it's nothing, he tries to assure himself, joining Magnus in a seat on the tavern's steps - what passes for private in a town this small. Maybe it's just a friendly chat.

True to his word, Magnus has only tea to drink; Thaffe has a feeling he's going to wish he had more than Twine's weak ale.

"So," Magnus says. "Jeryk?"

Oh gods. Thaffe can't meet his mentor's eyes, preferring to watch as the sun goes down over Twine. Jeryk himself should be trotting home from repairs over at Mount Biran soon, unless he's lost track of time again. Wouldn't be the first time Thaffe's had to go fetch him after sundown since the return of night...

"What about him?" His face feels hot. Is he blushing?

Magnus snorts, unfooled. "Don't play stupid, Thaffe; you're too clever to be any good at it."

"Wicked white," he mutters, taking a drink. He doesn't want to talk about this with Magnus; he can scarcely bring himself to talk about it with Jeryk, and that's after over three years! "Why aren't you asking him?"

"I might just do that later, but you're here now."

And what Jeryk would make of that, Thaffe can't guess. He'll likely just be puzzled that Magnus thinks it's even worth asking after - all this fuss, and for what? A few kisses? A handful of tender words when they're both half-asleep? Jeryk'll think it's silly to poke and prod at it; just like he thinks it's silly the way Thaffe keeps trying to sort out just what it is.

"You're stalling." Damn it all, Magnus sounds amused. "I'm not angry, lad; just curious. I'd always thought of the two of you as brothers, not lovers."

Lovers; is that what we are?

"I thought the same thing, for a while." Jeryk's parents had all but raised Thaffe after his own parents' death; maybe he should see Jeryk as a brother. But that's sure not how he feels with Jeryk's lips on his, or when they settle down to bed together at night. It's been a long, long time since Thaffe last felt guilty about seeing his friend as my foster parents' real son instead of my brother. He feels a prickle of the old guilt again now, though, and takes a drink to try and swallow it back down.

He takes a deep breath. "We've been..." What? Lovers? "Together, I suppose, since a little before Anga..." No need to say more.

Magnus looks away. Takes a swallow of his tea. Grimaces. "Always hated this stuff." He sets the cup aside. "I suppose that goes some distance toward explaining why I missed it. I haven't been paying much attention to anything."

"We're not... loud about it."

"True. And that's something. I didn't think Jeryk could keep quiet about anything." The Ronso smiles, almost affectionate. "He hasn't grown up much in three years, has he? Still like a kid with those trolleys."

"He's good at what he does," Thaffe says, defensive; the trolleys they do have would've fallen to ruin if not for Jeryk. "And you can't say he's not passionate about the work." It's all he ever talks about these days; trolleys and Talos and giant trolleys...

Magnus nods, then chuckles. "That's true. Gods save us." He shakes his head. "You love him, then?"

Cold sweat prickles his skin. That's the word he's skittish about. "I love him," he agrees, slowly. "I don't... I don't know that I'm in love with him, but-"

"After three years?"

"I know." Jeryk's got a place in his heart no one else can touch, but is that love? In three years, Thaffe can count on his fingers the times they've really kissed; more than the odd peck here and there. He hasn't bedded Jeryk, no more than he has anyone, for all he tends to wake up with Jeryk in his arms nearly every morning. Is that love? This quiet, subtle thing? Everything Thaffe knows about love suggests it's meant to be louder, stronger, all-consuming.

Still, he can't imagine ever feeling this way about anyone else.

"I know," he repeats, frowning into his drink. "Believe me, I know."

Magnus shakes his head again. "Well, I suppose you have to share him with trolleys either way," he says, amused. "Only take my advice, will you?"

"And what's that?"

"Don't take it for granted, whatever it might be." Magnus turns his head, gazing toward the graveyard. Agna. "It's too late to be grateful for what you've got after it's taken from you."

"I'll..." He can't quite bring himself to imagine losing Jeryk. It's far more likely he'll be the one taken well before his time. "I'll keep that in mind, Magnus."

"Keep what in mind?"

He'd know that chipper voice anywhere. He looks up. Sure enough: Jeryk, returned from the evening's work, and blithely oblivious to the conversation he's walked in on. There's a familiar cheery smile on his lips... and a smudge of grease on his freckled cheek, which he seems equally oblivious to.

Oh, Jeryk, Thaffe thinks, setting his drink aside and rising to greet his friend. "Never mind," he says, lifting a hand to wipe the grease from the other man's face. "You're a mess."

It does little to dampen Jeryk's eagerness. "But we did manage to-"

"I'll leave you two to it," Magnus says, standing and cutting off what promises to be a lengthy description of all Jeryk and the others have accomplished while the two of them sat here talking. "I'll take a look at it all in the morning." He claps Thaffe's shoulder as he walks away, laughing under his breath.

Gods, but it's good to hear the man laughing again. Even if it is at Thaffe's own expense.

"What'd you two talk about?" Jeryk asks, quizzically gazing after Magnus.

"Nothing," Thaffe replies, wrapping an arm around Jeryk's shoulders and steering him toward home; he lets himself enjoy the way Jeryk fits against his side just a little more than usual. "Just a... friendly concern, that's all."

[skaylanphear]

Thunder and Shadow

Summary: Five years after Ultima’s defeat, those left behind have no choice  but to push onward in a world still on the precipice of ruin. Left with  all that remains of Clive—her twin boys—both Jill and Joshua do all that  can be to ensure the world they grow up in is one of less strife and  struggle than what came before. But the destruction of the crystals and  the god that created them has left the aether and eikons in a state of  chaotic distress that plagues the entirety of Valisthea. And now, to  have received a letter from the north about stone bearers coming back to  life, Jill has a new mystery to unfold.

At the same time, Clive  finds himself waking on what he thinks must be the western Rosarian  coast, though how he arrived there, he doesn’t know. Nor has he any idea  how much time has passed since that final fight with Ultima. But as he  begins to investigate, he sees a battle of eikonic proportions in the  distance, one that revives old, bitter memories. Ifrit, perhaps, can  make up for wrongs wrought so long ago.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, a shadow manipulates them all, his eyes set on those who would become dominants and tools both.

Chapters 1 - 9

Chapter 10

Letter in hand, Clive forced his breath to remain steady, even as the edges of the parchment wrinkled in the tightness of his hold. In front of him, Joshua remained gravely serious, while at his side, Elwin looked curiously up between them. From where he remained in Clive's arms, Pup stared hard at the letter, as if trying to parse together a puzzle.

Eventually, Pup moved his little hand from where he'd been resting it upon Clive's chest to instead point a finger at a single word written upon the parchment. He then looked to Clive and said, "That word is 'Jill'—that's Mama."

Swallowing hard, Clive pressed the letter back into Joshua's hands. "Indeed," he agreed.

Pup waited, perhaps expecting further expansion. "I can't read," he eventually admitted, as Clive struggled with what else to say. "Not very good…"

"It is merely a letter from Sir Wade," Joshua finally cut in, managing a much brighter smile. "Updating us as to his and your mother's activities in the North."

"Is Mama coming home?" Elwin asked, holding Clive by the edge of his leg armor.

"Soon," Joshua said vaguely.

"When is soon?" Pup asked critically.

"Once they've finished their task," Joshua replied, an answer that did little to enlighten the twins.

"When is that?" Elwin asked.

Clive just spared him a tight smile in response, before lowering Pup to the dirt floor of the stables. Were the situation different, he might have sent them off elsewhere, so that he and Joshua could discuss the true contents of the letter, but he dared not let them out of his sight. And if they were within sight, then he had to be careful about whether they were in hearing range as well.

"Why don't you two brush down Ambrosia," Joshua said as he reached for a nearby tack shelf and retrieved two soft bristle brushes. He then moved to Ambrosia's stall and undid the latch so as to open it. "Clive and I have some rather boring business to discuss."

"Okay!" Elwin agreed and happily took the brush before skirting into the stall.

Pup was not so easily cast off, even as he took the brush offered to him. Frowning, he was downright suspicious as he stared up at Joshua and said, "I'm Clive."

Joshua scoffed lightly. "'Worm' and I have some things to discuss," he corrected lightly.

His word choice was met with further rebellion. "He's not a worm."

"Oh, Worm!" Elwin called from inside Ambrosia's stall.

A sliver of warmth managed to penetrate Clive's otherwise chilled and troubled countenance.

Joshua sighed. "Your father and I have some things to discuss."

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[full-moon-ships]

what about "you can't tell anyone." for an angst prompt? - fisher :3

@mashyaoi thanks sm!! This was fun to write :]

Ship: Graves/Hound

Cws: Internalized homophobia and implied cheating(?)

World count: 515

Summary: Graves has a secret

"You can't tell anyone."

The two men had just shared their first kiss, and that was the first thing Phillip had blurted out. The first thing he thought about was his reputation, not about the other man or the incredibly special moment they just had. Hound just knodded, understanding. If word got out, it could put them at risk. They could be used against each other. Not to mention it would be seen as unprofessional.

So he kept his lips shut and their love private. He saved even the smallest affections for when they were alone, Graves telling him he'd perfer it that way. And who would he be, to deny his lover of privacy? Even grazes of the hand were kept private. While Hound understood the caution, he was puzzled at how scared Phillip was of being out there, even around the other Shadows.

Until Graves slipped up. At a celebration for a job well done, at a small local bar, it came out. Everyone was talking about relationships, when one of the Shadows turned to Phillip.

"Do you have anyone waiting back home? Wife or girlfriend? Or boyfriend?" And just from the look that crossed Graves' drunken face, Hound could tell what came out next wouldn't be good.

Graves scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Don't say that, boy, you know I ain't no pansy. I'm offended you'd think that of me. But yes, my lovely wife is waiting for me back in Texas. Love her to death."

Hound thought it was a nightmare, but when he pinched himself he found he was all too awake. Silently, he slipped out the bar. He went back to base and cried himself to sleep, mourning the relationship he thought they had. He wondered if Graves was lying. Surely, he was. Surely, he only said that to keep his cover. The worst part was that, if it was a lie, Hound would come crawling back to him.

The next day he asked to speak with Phil privately. The other obliged, of course. The two stepped into his office and Phil tried to pull the other into a kiss, but Hound stops him.

"We need to talk," he says. At those words Graves pales, but knods, signaling the other should continue. "Is she real? Phil, please, I have to know, you said you had a wife last night. Was that a lie, or is she real?"

A pause, and then an answer, "Yes. It's a loveless marriage I swear, my heart is only with you. I just can't leave her though. You understand what it's like in the south."

And Hound breaks. But he knods his understanding. Things stay the same. Even the smallest affections being hidden.

Until the meeting.

They were in a meeting with the General when Graves had to step out. To keep up the conversation, Hound spoke.

"I feel so bad for his wife, he's always away with us. She must miss him a lot."

The general stares at him. Then, he speaks, "Graves doesn't have a wife."

And Hound breaks that much more.

[tate-lin]

15 Questions with Ly Minh

Thanks for the tag Cee! 🥰

Tagging @justahalfling @ihaventpickedausername @iced-ginger-tea @andromeda-grace @kaiyo @iriswords @yors-truly @words-after-midnight @islanded-in-a-stream-of-stars @sabels-small-sphere @leebrontide @pure-solomon @mattresses-and-macaroni @thepixiediaries @poetinprose @arowanaprincess @hd-literature @freedominique @mariahwritesstuff @ls-daydreams @mrbexwrites @wildswrites @thecrookedwriterspath and anyone else who wants to do it!

[Not pictured are her numerous burn scars]

1) Are you named after anyone?

Heyy I'm Ly Thi Minh, and nope I'm not named after anyone. Honestly though, with how common my name is in Vietnam, I very well could be lmao

2) When was the last time you cried?

Well that escalated quickly.

3) Do you have kids?

I only just turned 15 so if I do have one, be sure to attend my funeral tomorrow!

(P.S. Bring plum blossoms or I'll rise out of my grave and eat you :))))

(P.P.S. Nom nom nom slurp slurp slurp)

4) Do you use sarcasm?

No ♥️ /s

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their threat levels. Practically speaking, what else would you notice?

6) What's your eye colour?

Dark brown. There's not much variety in Southeast Asia, I'm afraid.

7) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Why would I want to deliberately make myself miserable?? Please, if I wanna scare myself, all I need to do is look in the mirror 😂

8) Any special talents?

I recently discovered that I'm freakishly good at dodging shit, so let's go with that.

9) Where were you born?

Vietnam, in New Hanoi! It was my childhood home and 75% of it got reduced to rubble :)

Now I live in Lorelei, United States. It kinda sucks but it's also kinda cool. You can say that I have a... Love-hate relationship towards it, I guess. I had to leave, obviously, of course I had to, but it's not exactly a crime to miss it, y'know??

10) What are your hobbies?

I used to do jigsaw puzzles. I even got into a Facebook group where we borrowed puzzles from a shared collection and Kalisha would help me frame up my pieces 'round the house. We haven't done that in a while though... The last one I did was a really cool piece of various Pokémon with a stained glass window effect. Kalisha bought it for my birthday and she even helped me put it together. I don't think puzzles are really her thing though haha

11) Have you any pets?

Má got a goldfish for me once and I named him Lucky. He died the next day though, so I guess he was actually Unlucky.

12) What sports do you play/have you played?

Barrier Ball! I don't know if you've heard of it but it's a popular game in America where there are goal posts on the ground, in the middle of the air, and high up in the sky. I know that there are other sports where you can use barriers to run around in the air but this is extra fun cause there are some volleyball elements too, like our setter-like midfielder. I actually wanted to do that, but I got forward instead. It's not bad though; it's kinda fun to 'disappear' and come out of nowhere with a shot. Like a sniper :)

Freaks out the opposing team every time haha

13) How tall are you?

5'5... I can't believe I think in feet and inches now; what have I become???

14) Favourite subject in school?

Math, I guess. Once you get into the rhythm, your brain kinda just switches off. It's actually really relaxing.

15) Dream job?

Uhhhhh I don't know. Does anyone really know what they wanna do at this age?

Besides Má, I guess, but that's cause she's crazy over ethreasts. Not everyone has such an obvious passion though, and especially not me :/

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

Eternal Diva Fic (Part... 2!)

I'm probably gonna keep these descriptions short because. I dunno what to say. I'm formatting this at the same time as Part 1 (on Sycamore Sunday lol) so I don't know what your guys' reaction to that part is at this moment.

Either way, enjoy!

Trigger warning for death related to illness and implied falls to death (everyone turns out to be fine, though that's not said until later)

Word Count: 1.3k / Previous / Next

I flipped between watching the opera and (trying to) read the provided pamphlet about the premise, the performers, all of that.

Apparently, the show was based on the legend of Ambrosia, a kingdom that found eternal life.  The story went that the queen of the kingdom loved music above all else (which certainly made it a good fit for an opera).  However, she fell gravely ill one day.  The Ambrosians who adored their queen tried everything they could to save her, but she passed away.  Just after she died, they discovered a cure: The Elixir of Eternal Life.  The people all drank the elixir and hoped one day, their queen would come back to them, reborn as someone else.  The opera followed the story one-to-one.

There were other tidbits I skimmed: the opera’s writer Oswald Whistler, who dedicated the show to his deceased daughter Melina; the main performer Janice Quatlane who was a student at Gressenheller University; and the strange machine that was being used to play the music, the Detragan.  

But something was missing from the book.  It mentioned that the opera and the Detragan were part of an exchange between Mr. Whistler and the inventor.  But beyond that, there was no mention of who commissioned “The Eternal Kingdom” besides the fact that they built this opera house themselves.  

It was odd.  Mr. Whistler seemed like a pretty big name in the business if this was his first opera he had written in years.  Certainly, you would want to attach your name to someone that big, even if it was just to leverage yourself.  And the fact that they built the Crown Patone was brushed aside so quickly didn’t sit right with me either.

…I was starting to notice there were lots of little details around this event that didn’t have a clear answer.  Like puzzle pieces that you couldn’t quite fit into place.  This seat being by itself, the complete silence about the opera’s commissioner, the unusual design of the theater… 

“Oh, what am I saying?” I tried to snap myself out of it. “You’re out at an opera!  When was the last time you did something like this?  And you’re going to see that pleasant professor again.  You’re overthinking this.”

But while I was thinking that, something caught my eye on my left.  By the time I turned to look, it was already almost gone.  The only thing I saw was a dark, furry… something.  Was that a tail?  A dog’s tail?

Now I knew I was thinking too hard about all of this.  There was no way someone would bring a dog in here.

I turned back to the stage right at the finale.  Pretty soon, the last note of the opera was sung and the performance ended.  As the lights came on, the audience was quiet.

An oddly familiar voice cut through the quiet and started to clap vigorously: “Bravo!” That got the crowd to politely clap, but it was clear no one’s heart was really in it.  Once it stopped after a bit, the same voice spoke up: “Professor, why aren’t people clapping?”

It finally hit me who that voice was: it was the boy who tagged along with Professor Layton in Misthallery.  Luke Triton!  And the professor was here with him.  

That revelation wasn’t allowed to sink in though, as the lights swiftly turned off again.  After a moment, a spotlight illuminated a lone man on stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen!  Welcome to my theater, the Crown Patone!” He greeted the seated audience. “You are truly fortunate.  For tonight, you will witness a miracle.” The crowd really began to clap; clearly, everyone was really here for the game of eternal life.  I had almost completely forgotten about it.

…But even from my seat in the balcony, I could tell something was wrong.  The man moved way too stiffly, and he even needed to be pulled back up from the torso like a puppet on strings.  Whoever this was was not our host.  

“As was promised when you purchased your tickets: tonight, one person from the audience gathered here will receive… the gift of eternal life.”

I told myself before that I would leave after the show and go find Layton.  But now-- with all these unanswered questions and our host decidedly not making an appearance-- I couldn’t pick myself up out of my seat.  I wasn’t going to play the game, but I was going to try and get to the bottom of this.

“However, there is one condition.  All of you gathered here are going to play a little game.  The rules are simple.  The prize for the lucky winner?  Eternal life.  But those of you who lose will lose your lives!  You must admit this is a small price for those who’re desiring such a big prize.”

That definitely caused a stir in the crowd.  I guess they thought the prize would be determined by a drawing or something along those lines.  Certainly nothing like this.

It wasn’t long until people started jumping out of their chairs and running towards the exit.  However, they found their way blocked by a group of men wearing white face masks.  Then the aisle floors gave way and people dropped down like sacks of potatoes.  After a bit, the floors closed again like nothing had happened.

I just sat and watched in horror.  I was frozen in my seat.  I tried to tell myself that those people were fine, that nothing had happened to them, that the whole threat of death was empty.  But it felt hollow.

However, the night’s wild events were just getting started.  A man’s voice cut through the tension.

“Fear not!  I am Inspector Grosky of the Yard!”

Inspector Grosky was standing next to the masked man on the stage.  It seemed like the inspector had the other man cuffed.

Grosky was definitely a hard man to forget.  He helped us during the investigation in Misthallery… when we got him to stand still.  Otherwise, he was off like a bullet train, solving crime or whatever else needed solving.  

He might jump to conclusions and be hard to keep up with (quite literally), but he was reliable.  Seeing him here in the theater was a great relief.

“My finely honed investigation showed something suspicious would happen here in this theater tonight, and I am here to put a stop to it!” Grosky continued. “Ladies and gentlemen!  No one will lose their lives.  I, Inspector Grosky of the Yard, have arrested this diabolical criminal!”

“Are you quite sure of that, Inspector?” Another voice asked.  I sprung up out of my chair at the sound.  It only took the sight of a tall top hat to know who it was.  Professor Layton was indeed in the theater with Luke.

But that just brought the question of “why didn’t he want to sit near me” back into my mind.  It wasn’t like I particularly minded one way or the other; I really wasn’t hung up about it.  What bothered me was that Layton wore his reputation as a gentleman quite proudly, and leaving a lady to sit by herself certainly wasn’t something he would do.  Questions upon questions, and none of them were getting answered fast.

I got snapped out of my thoughts by a shout from the stage and the whole theater beginning to rumble.  There were mechanical sounds from above.  Looking up, the roof was pulling away to reveal the starry night sky.  And the inspector was flying towards it.  

The “man” Grosky arrested turned out to be a puppet, and an inflatable puppet at that.  The balloon glided up to the opened ceiling, but got stuck on a spike and popped.  I grimaced, and my hand unconsciously went to my stomach watching the inspector get dragged around by the flailing balloon.

But with a little chuckle, a new voice over the theater speakers asked for our attention. “Ladies and gentlemen!  Without further interruption… let us begin our journey to eternal life!”

[vinesinmydreads]

Dear diary,

I don't know what to do. Sometimes, keeping something inside is what lets the passion burn. The more it's contained, the more the pressure builds, the less anything risks waste. People online share their names and I think, why not share mine? Then I remember, who will care to use it if I hardly speak? Does anything like affinity draw me to choicelessly surrender my name, or draw me to speak? Why does it matter if a username is fine? My name and anything I keep in my heart is too beautiful to unwisely give away. The self-loving person is expensive.

But that's not the point.

I just cannot tell him.

I've already revealed to him that there were a few months during which I liked him. He, genuinely puzzled, or perhaps solemnly struck (as I fear I would hope), asked "Why?" And I couldn't give an answer — or I don't remember the answer I gave: same thing.

Over time, I processed and processed. Eventually, I'd stumbled upon convincing answers (multi-insufficiently-talented, minimal discipline, apparently fickle with social closeness, easily bored, grave mismatches in music taste, ace, insufficiently soothing, quiet, and warm [although has been precisely that, once]). It must have been at least 12 to 18 months since I've told him of the attraction I once felt. Solid reasoning to abort.

I still think about him.

Perhaps not longingly, not love. Love.

But something still makes me sad. A conclusion sustained throughout all of my thinking after all of this time. This is a tragedy. I deeply obsess over something like him. He may not draw as well as I do; he may not sing or dance at all, let alone as well as I do. But we mostly share our humour. And his mind is enriched with an array of interests that could show me the world. My heart and I skip in those moments in which we are the only two who understand something. Maybe there are more often times when you're the only one who understands something.

Finally...! — my heart has skipped at moments — someone whose vocabulary and grammatical acuity dwarfs or matches mine. The moments when you show me I know so little. Planets quite like Earth and life of insects, giraffes, birds, and wildebeests. When you nearly embarrassingly show me how little of an archaic story I know.

Your and my shared obsession and utter difficulty with love — not one week going by when you don't mention it. Your mind. In all my subsequent romantic interests, I've haven't found any like it.

You are the only romantic interest with whom I've felt a clear love at first interaction, though only on my part I'm sure. How you remember words I've said to you at that point more than I do is beyond me.

People compliment your pretty eyes, but it's not just your eyes. It's your eyes, your hair, your skin, teeth, nose, lips, and body. Your voice. I couldn't care less that your ass is flat. And sometimes, I couldn't care that you're ace. We've agreed once that if we're both single by 30, we'd marry. But I just don't know if I should tell you.

That if you wanted someone to kiss you, I would do it. If you needed your dick sucked, or if you wanted to try sucking one once, I would be there. That if you were okay with it, I would be at least 50% in support of cosigning a cruel simulation of a relationship with you, knowing that it will likely end in godless destruction because of our same temperamental differences. "Differences." Is that exaggerative and still afraid?

"What is your favourite trope?" "Romance" I asked him in two bubbles. After he answers, we have the exchange below.

{

"STOP ASKING ME STRANGE QUESTIONS" he texts

"No 🥰" "I ask you questions because you're weird" "Like accept that" I text back in three separate bubbles

"grrrr" "RAHHH" his response

}

Horrible representation of his character, I'm sure, but that's the longest string of capitalised words he's given me. It makes me fear now if I've made him uncomfortable in any way. Now, I don't even know if it stems from me not exactly knowing what I want.

Oh, what I could want from you now. I almost find myself not being afraid of longing for a world in which you're finally sad. And with me.

It dawned on me before having written this. I am so nearly willing to wring my heart through the painful experience of back-and-forth riots and insecurities and love and warmth and resentment and codependency and need, because I just know that somewhere, outside of our everything, you are everything I could ever want. That we are perfect for each other. And whatever mess we would make here would be the desperate closest we get to experiencing it.

Why should I tell you this, knowing the pain to come, knowing all of this energy could be wasted? Why had I told you I liked you at one (quite long) point? Did you need or appreciate that information? Would you the same with this? That false confession you made to me out of boredom 2+ years back.. It meant nothing, yes.. Is it not best that we are now?

We texted each other, calling each other pretty just 3 weeks ago. We haven't said so to each other before, and we have interests and differing tastes in faces. And we complimented each other as though we thought so of each other all the while. But you, so picky with faces, think I'm pretty. And you've thought so all the while.

Why had your opinion mattered to me for so long — to the point that I starred the message? I just know I needed all these words to exit so that my heart could breathe.

You are indeed weird. But I asked you those strange questions because,

from the moment you made our online class laugh during the pandemic — hearing your voice — and from the moment at school where you stepped and pointed towards me to confirm my face and name... over all the time I've ever known you..

Even now,

you've deeply fascinated me

[stainedglass-wings]

Kitchen Bandit

Random YYH fluff with Kurama for @yyh-revival (finally got the tag right after using the wrong one on past weeks 😅) I'm still late oops

KuramaxReader fluff

Warnings ⚠️: Suggestive themes

Frustrated you let out a growl scowling at the lid that simply refuses to cooperate. Why did you buy these blasted things? They're more trouble than they're worth, and for a moment you contemplate calling for Kurama to help. No, he'd get it all too easily and you know it. Even over something so simple you want the satisfaction of getting it and not relying on the fox demon.

Spending several minutes trying to get it into place in vain you finally hear a soft chuckle, turning to gaze over your shoulder at him.

"Do you need some assistance?" He asks green eyes shining in mischief as you playfully scowl at him with a huff.

"Kurama, how long have you been there?" Your tone halfway accusitory though he knows you're merely playing.

Eyes scrunching up as he hums. "Long enough." Uncrossing his arms as he stands up from leaning against the doorframe. "May I?"

He asks deceptively sweet as you eye him suspiciously. Something tells you he will have little trouble, but a tiny part of you hopes to see the notorious thief struggle with human kitchenware in his current form.

"Sure if you think you can." You hand it over with a smirk and his eyes gleam in challenge. Within seconds the smirk is wiped off your face. "Why you-."

Leaning in to cage you against the counter his scarlet hair tickles your face. Handsome features greeting your eyes as he touches noses with you. Emerald gaze robbing you of any frustration at how easily he got it.

"Now that doesn't sound like the thank you I was expecting." He teases while working his hands to caress your face, index tracing your lips. "Or perhaps you were hoping I'd fail?" You purse your lips in response adverting your gaze and he gives a breathy laugh of pity.

"My dear," he coos softly nose skimming your jaw watching you through thick lashes. "I believe you forget just what I can do," his breath is a tantalizing promise. "Not only to this," his finger taps the lid behind you, "but you as well."

"Oh? I'm not sure you can, I'm not in the mood." You shiver slightly as his eyes appear almost hazel with the golden flecks swimming within.

Without a word he skims his lips from your ear, along your jaw and teasing the corner of your lips with several pecks. Purposefully missing your lips.

"Kurama," you breath hesitantly. You want to feel his lips, but when he's like this he'll steal all he can from you and more. Hands sliding along the curves of your body he touches just enough to leave you wanting. "Please I was joking with the tupperware." You were merely teasing earlier, but sometimes you like testing your resolve against him, and you're not the only one who enjoys it.

However at least once a month he is relentless, and his actions today made you realize how grave a mistake it may have been.

"I know I'm simply just reminding you," he kisses the corner of your eyes. "That no matter how hard you try to lock up your desire for me, I'll bring it out ten fold." Bumping his forehead with yours in a tender gesture hand stroking your jaw. "I accepted your challenge, and now I want my prize."

Your eyes flutter shut leaning towards his lips and he doesn't stop you yet, but you stop just a breath away.

"You don't have to," you stare into his eyes getting lost as if you entered a forest. "You already have me." Hands roaming your body pause squeezing you to him burying his face in your hair.

"I know." He smiles heart full. For as many time he's stolen your heart you're the only one who could capture his. "It's just in my nature." Not keeping either of you waiting his lips decend on yours, murmuring against your lips. "You'll always be my most precious treasure. No puzzle or artifact could catch my attention like you." Kurama nuzzles your neck with a gentle nip.

You smile and giggle, feeling him kiss your nose. Returning his affection as you get a coy gleam in your eye once more steeling your resolve. You started this may as well see it through.

"So you think you're up for the challenge?" You purse your lips and he gives a deceptively sweet smile. "I won't make it easy for you today." You promise as a sly grin appears on his lips making your heart skip a beat.

"Love," he coos voice dropping an note lower oozong promise, "I think you forget just who I am, because I always get my prize." He says as a clawed finger tips your chin up.

Hope you enjoyed, started as a silly drabble and turned into this. I couldn't resist adding a splash of demon Kurama at the end 😄

[one-piece-aus]

You should write more to the Nami x reader whumpoctover thingy please and thank yoh

You're absolutely right anon. I still needed to explain how the reader got out alive, so here you are!

Whumptober Day 16

Nami x Male Reader (Part 3)

Read [Part 1] & [Part 2] first before continuing

Warning: Graphic Description and Blood

"So you used to steal treasure from pirates with Nami?" Usopp inquired, tilting his head at you after Nami told them who you were.

"Yup," you answered bluntly, not caring to elaborate details to these pirates. Sure you trusted Nami but that didn't mean you were going to relax right away.

"It's nice to meet a new friend," Chopper beamed with a smile, but a thought crossed his mind and turned his expression into a puzzled one. "But I have a question, [Y/n]. Nami seemed so surprised when she saw you then told us she thought you died. Did you die and come back to life?"

"Yohohoho, it would be pleasant to have another revived Nakama on the crew," Brook exclaimed, lifting his large top hat.

"That would be so cool!" Luffy agreed, eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, you still owe me an explanation for that," Nami stated turning to you and narrowing her brows.

"Right, I did promise you that I'd explain everything..." You sighed, ruffling your hair.

Each of the Strawhats were waiting for your answer, some of them sitting on the edge of their seats, they waited until you brought them a graphic sight. You had blood pouring out of your eyes, your lips, and the top of your head. You raised your hand and the entire essence of it completely turned into the crimson liquid.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The majority collectively screamed in horror together.

"What happened to your body?!" Luffy panicked. "You were completely fine a few seconds ago!"

"Doctor! We need a doctor!" Chopper yelled, running in circles frantically.

"How does someone lose that much blood and not die?"

"Perhaps he's already dead and what we're seeing is his bloody ghost beyond the grave," Robin hypothesized,

"Don't say such morbid things!" Usopp begged, wishing not to make the situation terrifying.

"Relax, it's just my devil fruit powers," you informed them, manipulating the blood around you. "I ate the chi (血) chi (血) no mi, a special paramecia, I've become a blood man. When I shot the revolver, I used my devil fruit to make it look like the bullet killed me."

"Then how did you escape?" Zoro inquired.

"Well..."

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"Can't believe this rat made such a bloody mess," the pirate captain grumbled as he dragged your limp body out of the cell. "It's going to take me days for my men to clean that up." An hour had passed since he left with Nami, you assumed she was gone but you wanted to make sure so you let the captain drag you up to the top deck as he rambled on. "What a fool, throwing away his life for some pathetic girl. Quite the entertaining show she put on though, she wouldn't stop crying in misery."

Your blood boiled hearing him mock Nami like that, you wanted to take him out so badly. You bit your lips, trying to control yourself until you heard what you needed to hear. You couldn't blow this, you needed to know Nami was safe.

"Better she's left now, that crying would've gotten annoying if- uck-" The captain choked when felt the back of his neck being strangled. His eyes widen in shock, you were out of his grasp and now his life literally started to be drained as he felt the blood in his body being sucked away.

"This is what you get for mocking that girl you disgusting pirate scum," you coldly stated.

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"You'd be surprised how easy it is to obtain treasure from pirates with this devil fruit," you said after you finished explaining the aftermath when Nami was gone. You chuckled as you recalled the number of times you acted dead on their loot to initiate a surprise attack. "They never see it coming."

"That's so cool!" Luffy exclaimed, now leaning into your personal space. "Now join my crew!"

"What?!"

血/chi meaning blood in Japanese

[peachbearies]

Test Drive.N.Mara

𑁍┊Synopsis: Pent up anger and insecurities makes a big dispute between y/n and nick, thinking she's made a grave mistake and has lost him as a boyfriend next reminds her he's not going anywhere.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut/ Car sex.

𑁍┊Pairing: Nick Mara X F! Reader

𑁍┊warning(s): car sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap children), cursing, overstimulation, fingering, squirting, begging, praise kink, minimal dirty talk, dom! Nick

Requested: 31 and 34 smut with Nick in his car ❤️❤️ “sit on my lap” “tell me what you want”

𑁍┊A/N: u got it, babes!! I hope this is good enough for you ( I think I went a bit overboard lol) and sorry for the wait college is really pilling up eight nothe w close to end of the semester so they're like homework? Homework! Lol sorry enjoy love ya! 🧡

𑁍┊Proofread: Yes / No. (to a certain degree)

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Nick stewing with animosity and y/n wailing in guilt. The fight they had earlier surely shouldn't have happened but it did. Pent up anger and frustration coming from both parties.

Going to parties was never y/n’s commodity at least gigantic parties, the number of people that we're encircling this house compelled it to feel like a nightclub. It made her head whirl. Here she was slumping on the couch with a cup of fruit punch in her hand, she didn't dance much chiefly cause she wasn't the type to have so much scrutiny on her, almost made her skin trudge just thinking about it. Darting to her right her super prominent and attractive boyfriend Nick was talking to a glorious woman. Y/n never minded who he was friends with nor did she sustenance to know where he was twenty-four-seven but he still told her all those things anyhow.

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Minutes turned into hours. And here she was reclining on the couch watching nick play pool with his friends, recall earlier she didn't care for the young woman being friendly to nick, now it was evolving a dilemma. Her fingers disclosing any excuse to touch him, laughing and making sexual jokes with him she was the definition of “pick me” y/n swirled her eyes before clenching another cup of fruit punch and concealing away from all the noise. Suffering an impulse of uncertainty she swung on the outdoor bench, amassing her thoughts.

The what-ifs commenced fondling in her mind. A few more hours nick ultimately discovered she wasn't in the spot he left her, allotting the girl his drink he speeds off looking for her. Frantically he peeps in every room only to find her on the patio’s swing plucking petals off a flower stopping in front of her his hands caress her thighs, she could feel how unsteady his pulse was against her chill skin he lets out a solace sigh “I found you” he says more to himself than her.

“Hm, thought I went home with another man?” y/n snarled her covetousness, nick scoffs with an acidic comment “yeah as if, find someone in this house that could ever harmonize your energy or worth, cmon let's go I know you're tired” he stands up, brandishing her purse in his left hand to grab her hand with his right.

“I guess you found a girl who matches my energy” the puzzle fractions coming together in his brain she was desirous, even though nick loved to see her jealous side but her sour tongue always triggered his nominal side.

And he knew an argument was going to blow up in his face. “Listen, mamas, I'm not going to argue with you right now so I'm going to say this just once” passionately he clasped her face raising her head to look at him “she's just a friend, I don't have sentiments for her, and I never will okay? Now let's go beautiful” seizing her hand he lifted her from the seat. But y/n felt as if he was averting the situation.

“Why don't you take me seriously? every time we have a conversation about how some of these women are all upon you, you give me modest answers like you're brushing me off, do you not notice what they're doing?” y/n calmly clarified nick runs his hands through his hair, cradling every sly comment he wants to let out, but he would never disdain her.

“What else am I supposed to say y/n? It's as simple as that I don't fucking like them the way your brain believes I do, and if I were to tell them ‘aye tell my girlfriend were not dating’ do you know how bad that'll make you look baby?” they stood there for a moment looking into each others eyes. The eyes of two different viewpoints and emotions.

Y/n knew he was right. The last sentence making her reconsider her choice of action. It would paint her out to be the as society calls it ‘insecure girlfriend’ , and people will start to think he can't have girl friends but a piece of her mind wondered why it kept happening once is a coincidence but multiple times, her mind thought the worst.

“Then why does it keep happening nick? Every fucking time you get a girl friend it's always some bullshit, then you tell me I'm bugging out or I'm jumping to conclusions how can I not? Then you laugh and think everything's a joke it's not!” y/n started screaming at the end of her sentence making nick chuckle

Y/n pushed him slightly by the shoulders “see what I mean?!” nick grabs her wrists before crashing her body into his “you are jumping to conclusions sweetheart, I can't control what the fuck they feel, what you think I have telekinesis or something? , I can't tell them they can't have a crush on me or too not fucking fall in love with me as if I have control over that!” nick was now yelling back making y/n flinch in his embrace.

“Like I fucking said before, I'm not in love with them, and I've told them I have a girlfriend that is the end okay?” “and I would never lay my hand in you in that matter mamas, Now let's go home in fucking hungry and exhausted” nick walks in front of her, her heels now carving a dent in her foot, she didn't mean to walk slow and further piss him off, but her foot was genuinely hurting, when he turned around she was a large distance away from him. Nick growled as he went back to get her from the crowd, a guy walks up to y/n grabbing her wrist, while Nick shoved him off her “I wouldn't try that if I was you, cause right about now I'd break every joint in your body. Don't touch her got it?” his accent overpowering the music, her heart rate sped up knowing this argument wasn't worth it anymore and it shouldn't have been placed in the air anyways.

But she was scared, angered.

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Leaving no room for him to reply he walks fast dragging her outside,his trip to the car just felt longer in his brain being stopped by so many people as if his anger couldn't get worse, she was there leaning against his car. Y/n scoffed earning a glance from over his shoulder.

“What do you need Blair?” nick gave her a stoic tone, “I need my jacket I left in your car, I couldn't find it anywhere so this was the last place I thought about” y/n grabbed the keys delicately from nicks hand unlocking the door to sit down, she couldn't stand in the heels any longer that was her intentions but nick grabs her by the waist pulling her into him “chill out princess” he lowly spoke into her ear “chill” he repeated. Her body quite literally going limp in his embrace he held her tightly to him. He examined her body to see if she was okay before realizing her foot was hurting.

Blair smirked at y/n feeling accomplished by getting close to nick, Blair never like y/n and vice versa, “look Blair, we may be friends but don't you dare fucking disrespect her you got that? I won't allow it not now and not ever, whatever fantasy you got played out in your head with me keep it there cause it won't be a reality” opening the door for y/n he places his jacket around her shoulders and her purse on her lap. Slamming the door shut he scares both y/n and Blair. “Now get off my car please” nick opens the driver side revving up the engine.

Nick’s hands were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his other hands firmly eloped on her thighs. The guilt was pricking her heart, she looked over at his clenched jawline, the stubbles that caressed his chin. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked softly, his finger caressing her knee. But she felt it was passive aggressive. “I’m sorry” she whispered still glancing at his side profile Nick turned his eyes to her once they reached a red light.

“You’re heard sweetheart, I just need time to calm down okay? , you’re good” gripping her chin in between his fingers he pecked her lips sweetly “okay?” He reassured her Nick didn’t take his eyes off her until she answered “okay.” Nick gave her a soft grin before he turned back to the road, but her heart still felt unsteady. The way she accused him of cheating on multiple equations, just doesn't feel right anymore angry or not she should've trusted and talked to him.

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Speeding on the highway she bit her lower lip as her body faced the window, his thumb tapping in her thighs as he soothed himself but his grip was still tight. Twenty minutes have passed and she just wanted to cry in her own guilt. “Can you at least yell at me, something you're being too nice towards me and that makes me feel guilty” she mumbled lowly, Nick gets in the right lane to exit the highway looking at the scenery she realized where they were going. To the lake where they had their first date, swimming, and picnic. When they arrived nick parked somewhere secluded the view of the moon made her head race. It was beautiful.

Nick gripped her chin turning it back to him “listen, I'm only being nice because I don't wanna say something I'm going to regret. And nor do you deserve to feel worse than you already feel” nick sighs “but I'm not going to sit here and say I'm not angry about the fight, cause I am I'm beyond pissed, you just don't get it sometimes I fucking love you, I'm with you alright? Like I've said before I can't handle who likes me, but what I can handle is that they won't disrespect you. I'm not going to cheat on you, stop comparing to your ex okay? I'm nothing like him”

Nick looks her dead in the eyes “don't you trust me?” y/n bows her head down “I do, I trust you a lot you know this” nick scoffs “well-baby it surely doesn't feel that way. You constantly accuse me and that's not fair, getting mad at me for something I can't control” his voice was getting tense, she could tell this was building up for so long, Nick never yelled at her if he did it was in a joking matter. “You're right..I’m sorry” y/n wipes her tears away turning her head away from him “it was fucking stupid to even think you would be that type, when your done nothing but treat me heavenly, I need to trust you more, I'm just scared. Really scared”

nick sighs grabbing her face, he really wanted to avoid her crying. Another reason why he didn't want to talk about it right now, she looked too beautiful to be crying right now especially over her feelings she has every right to feel what she does, he would too if he was in her shoes.

“Don’t cry mamas, I don't wanna see you like this, I understand why you would feel that way, you’re not too blame okay?, I understand it takes a while to heal Like I said before you’re heard I hear you Princess you just gotta trust me” Nick kissed her with so much passion, it made her head spin. The feeling in her stomach started to rise specially when his hand gripped her neck. Nick pulled away unbuckling hers and his seatbelt “get in the back” he desperately whispered.

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Getting in the backseat first, he opened the door to the backseat getting in the seat next to her, going to undo his pants but he grabs her hands placing them on his forearm “Babygirl come sit on my lap, ill take care of you” placing his hand on her head to prevent her from thumping it on the roof. she placed each side of her thighs against his hips. His hands sliding from her neck up to her jawline pulling her down to his lips. The steam from their body heat engulfing each other. His fingertips scanning up her spine made her shiver and hide her face in his neck. Nick smirked learning something new that drove her wild. His lips sticking to her skin earned a soft whimper.

His teasing fingers crawling up her skin the contrast of his cold fingers sketching her warm back until he reached the hooks on her bra detaching them smoothly with one hand. Her breath slips out her lips onto his neck “don't hold your breath dear, can't have you passing out on me” he lifted her dress up to her hips exposing her soaking lingerie to the air. “Beautiful” he mumbled snapping the band against her pelvis bone she whimpered digging her fingers into his shoulder. Unconsciously she was bucking her hips to him wanting to feel some type of friction between them.

“Hm what's that baby girl?” he teased in her ear, “seems like you're trying to tell me something” gripping her ass in his hand he stickers his lips to her neck slowly breaking her into telling him what she really wants, he still couldn't phantom how they've been together for two years and she was still shy around him. But he loved her more as the days passed.

“Hm tell me what you want mamas, maybe I could help you” nick nibbled on her ear as her fingers fiddled with his hair. “I want you..” she weakly stated “in what way, princess?” nick further broke her, “I don't care, I just want you on me, in me I want you nick” nick laid her down on the seat softly pulling her panties down with two fingers “hey” he stated her eyes opened to his brown eyes glimmering at her.

“If you don't want this, we can just watch the stars, mamas” his sincerity made all her doubts erase lately the opinions of her subconscious were getting to her. The brain is indeed a weapon of destruction or elevation. “No, I want this” her hands cupping his jawline, grabbing the back of her knees he angled them towards her chest while his body slinked down to her soaking Arousal but he softly kissed her inner thighs just hovering over her throbbing core.

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When his fingers ever so slightly caressed her clit her breathing became broken, it's been a while since he last touched her, being away from each other was hard. Between the mini-shows, he was performing at and the pandemic she rarely got to see him as much.

lowering his head, he pokes his tongue out and starts to press against her clit her eyes flutter shut, and her hands reach out to grasp his hair. Pulling at it when he moves his tongue back and forth, stimulating her bud further.

Flattening his tongue, nick starts from the bottom of her entrance and slowly moves upwards moaning into her heated core. Her legs shaking when he reaches her clit again

he spreads her folds, Curling his fingers inside of her he gazes upon her frantic complexion fueling his hunger for her even more, he pumps them. Letting sweet noises ring in his ear. Removing his tongue for a split second his lips attacked her neck giving her wet kisses to further fuel her sensation. “You're so fucking beautiful baby” he purred against her neck.

“Oh fuck!” She moan one hand covered her mouth while the other dug itself into his hair. Pulling at the strands and squeezing his fingers in between her thighs, Slowing his pace down he removed her hands from her mouth.

“Oh no Babygirl we can’t have that” he said referring to the moans she was trying to suppress. “Let me hear those angelic moans sweetheart” holding onto his shoulder she gazed into his eyes before he dipped back into her folds, she bucked her hips up to his lips and He obliges to her command, his tongue still moving at a rapid pace as well as his fingers. 

Combing her fingers through his hair she looks down at him seeing her lascivious eyes and his trivial smirk She clutches her legs together, hugging her knees against his head as she came undone on his tongue her toes coiling as she tried to salvaged her breath . He chuckles against her skin, his fingers engulfed in her folds he inserts two fingers inside of her seeing her mouth open agape but she was slient, “aww baby girl you're so beautiful, look at you taking my fingers princess” his palm slapping against her throbbing bud as his fingers curled inside of her walls.

“Pretty baby, moan for me you know I love it” his free hand wrapped around the base of her neck making her look up at him again, the car filled with her juices lapping up and nicks small praise talks. Her legs shaking under his body threatening to close but she knew better than to close them. Nick held her hips down as he worked his fingers deep inside her, curling his fingers and hitting that sweet spot. Splatters started to cover his seats along with his lower half of his clothes, y/n slouching down due to over stimulation. pulling back and then quickly undoing his own buttons. Pushing his jeans and boxers down, a sigh of relief escapes once his clothes are removed from his body.  “I want to make you cum so much today baby, a punishment for that fight from earlier” he slid his cock up and down her folds brushing ever so slightly against her sensitive clit her eyes locked on his as he slowly inserted himself in her.

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A soft sigh escaping both of their mouths, her nails in his biceps his hands trapping her in as placed them on each side of her head, making out with her passionately he locks the car door as his hips buck slowly into hers her hands moving from his biceps to his jawline Without a second thought, Nick begins to pound into her pulling her earlobes between his lips, the goosebumps of exploration of new waters tonight made her weak for him. Nick always knew how to get her dizzy in the most simplest ways. But also made sure she was enjoying herself, he reached for her ankles pulling her closer to his body preventing her from closing her legs.

His annoyance and love mixing in his hip movements, switching from passionate to dominant. as he angled himself to hit those sweet spots that made His name and praises drool from her mouth. With his free hand, he snakes his way in between her folds again. Slowly rubbing circles in her clit, legs trembling once again. “My needy baby, you wanna come hm?” he asked in her ears, the cries escaping her throat, fumbling to grab something, anything. Wrapping her arms around his neck she held onto him tightly.

“Please, please I wanna come” she begged, Nick, loving the sound of her begging slowed his pace down just to hear her say it again “please what princess?” he smirked against his tepid skin, “Please can I come?” her head bowed in his neck so she could hide from him. But he isn't allowing her to escape from him that easily. Instead, he dipped his lower back into his thrusts. “Oh God..” she commented.

Removing her ankles from his grip, he holstered her wrist with one hand placing them on her stomach. Her eyes opened looking through his damp hair that hooded his lustful eyes. She arched her back sticking her chest up to his chest looking down at her his smirk spreaded “look at you princess taking your punishment so well, you're so beautiful”

An overbearing feeling came over her body was almost too much to bear her walls squeezing around his length as He pounds into her a few more times, inducing the loudest scream she mustered all night, he eyelashes rolling shut but is open just as quick. “Come with me baby girl, come with me” he places his forehead on hers, her knuckles turning white against his back leaving evidence she would alter be embarrassed about later. Her body lifting up to him as they both came together. Her body shaking as he continues to rub her clit getting another orgasm out of her. “Oh fuck” she gasped.

Nick's eyes glimmering at her fucked out form “beautiful” she gave him a weak smile caressing his shoulders noticing all the scratches from her nails. “Don't worry about that mamas” waiting for her nerves to calm down before he pulls out he wipes the beads of sweat away from her forehead kissing the crown of her head. “You know I love you?” he spoke softly, if sound more like a reassurance than a question. “Yeah, and I love you more” y/n smiled, “I'm sorry baby, I should've never accused you” nick’s gaze softened before he pecked her lips “mamas, I told you I don't blame you okay? I just want you to know I love you and only you. No other girl matters to me the way you do okay?” y/n kisses his jawline towards his lips.

“Okay, thank you for loving me despite me being a pain in the ass” she giggled, Nick smiles slowly at her dreamy giggles. “You're just the perfect woman for me, flaws and all”

On the drive home, y/n fell asleep in the passenger side cuddled up in his hoodie. He looked over at her sleeping form. Brushing her hair behind her ears. “wanna make you so happy mamas” he whispered, “you do” she mumbled.

[xuxishortcake]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are an undercover agent, still fairly new at the job & on the search for two notorious con men, who might be part of a gang in the mafia. it's your job to figure out what's going on but oh my, are they more dashing than expected.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : switch!reader sub!jungkook dom!taehyung smut , cursing, forced into s*x , cream pie , fingering , blowjob , double penetration

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k

hello everyone! this officialy my second fanfic I've written, so pardon if there are any mistakes, grammar errors, etc. feedback is appreciated greatly! hope u love the fic!! ^_^

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you wore a black suit that was nicely tailored to your body. you were driving around in San Francisco because you were assigned to work there for the day. all you knew so far was that you were after two con men who might've been involved in serious Mafia activity. you kept your ears on alert, waiting for more information from your agency. finally, you got an incoming call on your watch.

"hello?"

"hey y/n, it's seulgi. so I've found the house you need to go into, it's in the Presidio Hights neighborhood. I'll send you the full address. " *ding* came in the address & seulgi continued on. "the two men are Korean with the names Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taeyhung. remember, be careful, we have no idea what these two are capable of, there's evidence pointing to them being in the Seo-bang Faction group."

"don't worry," your replied. " I might be one of the newer agents, but I've been taught well. "

"ok. we're counting on you. we have backup, but it'll take about 10minutes to get to the mansion since we don't want them to discover us. "

"gotcha. I'll call once I'm done." & you hung up the phone.

you pulled out the message with the address, put on your navigation system & started driving towards your destination.

thirty minutes later, you arrived & parked nearby the grand mansion you were to go inside of. you scouted far away with a special type of glasses to find an entry way. there was easy to open windows on the second story & you made your way to the mansion. going through the window, you stepped onto the plush, maroon colored carpet. finally inside, you walked as quietly as you could, your shoes were designed anyways to be as quiet as possible but it was better to be safe than sorry. it was surprisingly quite minimalistic with decor, the decor itself though being very ornate. you looked down the interior balcony. a grand set of marble stairs led up to the second floor & third floor. you started walking up to the third floor, there were some pretty expensive looking paintings leading up. finally reaching to the top, you walked down the long corridor. checking in each room if there were any signs of life. no luck. where in the hell were they? could it have been possible they knew somehow someone was coming & left? the final room you were about to check was the biggest, the master bedroom. the first thing you took notice of was the huge espresso colored canopy bed with a velvety crimson bed spread. there were also a few shelves with gold items & books on them. you looked through them all, to see if there was anything hidden but there was nothing. you checked in the huge bathroom, nothing. just a beautiful & large bathtub & joint sink. puzzled, you sat on top of the bed. you hadn't a clue what to do next. there weren't any new messages from the agency, so the two must've been in the house somewhere. you started to feel a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over you. was it because of the jet lag? no, this isn't normal. it was probably sleeping gas. you were now barely able to keep your eyes open & saw two figures walk into the room. {shit.} you thought, & blacked out.

what seemed to be hours later, you slowly started to regain consciousness. you were calling out to your watch to call your agency & nothing happened. you now realized you were tied to a chair & stripped of gadgets, weaponry & even your own clothes. you started to turn your chair around the room to find if there was anyone around. in came from the corridor & into the bedroom the two men you were supposed to find. they both were nicely tailored, as to be expected but the thing that had caught you off guard was their visuals. the two seemed to be in their twenties & were very, very good looking. they sat down onto a sofa that was across from you, both staring intently into your eyes.

"well," said the one with particularly long eyelashes "are you going to start talking or no? "

"yeah, we're not waiting all day for an answer. " vocalized the other, looking you up & down.

you felt absolutely mortified. not only were these men goddamn gorgeous, but you were only in the pair of black lace underwear that was concealed underneath your suit, which was now in a bundle in the corner of the room.

"I was sent here to investigate the two of you."

"by whomst?" asked the one with the long eyelashes.

you stayed silent. if these men were really part of the Seo-bang Faction group you could never let them know where you worked at, for your whole agency could be in grave danger.

"still not trying to talk hm? bring out the gun, jeongguk."

your eyes widened, trying to maintain a calm face. jeongguk went out of the bedroom. a few seconds later, he came back in with an old fashioned looking pistol, handing it over to taehyung. taehyung cocked the gun.

"now tell me, with WHOM are you working for? " he spoke watching intently.

"I'm not going to tell unless you tell me about yourself first." you retaliated.

"oh well, suit yourself." he pointed the gun & pulled the trigger.

your eyes we're closed shut & you were sweating bullets until you realized that you were still alive.

taehyung was chuckling. "oh my, you should've seen your face then, it was priceless i tell you, priceless."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked, clearly shaken.

"oh trust me, he could have" jeongguk interjected "we already knew someone was coming here, we just wanted to have some fun. there are no bullets in that so there wasn't any way to kill you with it. "

"aren't you concerned I'm trying to report about you two? your members of that gang no? "

"haha, no. I can assure you we are just simple, cunning assholes, who like to do frauds, maybe a few scams here & there, but we're not involved in some huge Mafia group."

"do you expect me to believe you?"

"yes, I guess. after all, what else can you do now that you're stuck here?"

"so...what do you want from me then?" you asked.

"like I told you, fun."

"what do you mean exactly? "

"to put it simple, a real fun, hot fuck. we haven't had one of those in a while. sure, you can get a prostitute & we have no problems getting any person that we want, but this, this is much more interesting. " jeongguk said smirking, crossing his arms.

"if you do it, we'll let you go. "taehyung added, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? sure, you had been in difficult situations before, but not like this. this....what were you supposed to tell your agency? you were forced into sleeping with two men who were possibly in the mafia? there had to be another way out of it...

"listen, unless you have super powers & can magically weasel yourself out of very tight rope, there's no other way for you to get out of this. " taehyung said almost as if he could read your mind. "so is it a yes?"

you gave a slow nod.

"hmmm, ok great. well, not that you had much of a choice anyway but I promise you won't regret it. " taehyung stated confidently. "jeongguk, untie her."

& he untied you. rubbing your sore wrists, you looked up at the man who untied you. god, he really was good looking.

"so, what now?" you asked slowly standing up.

"we need to know three things." said jeongguk. "one, are you dominant or a sub, or both? two, what is your safe word? I know technically what we are doing isn't legal, but it's no fun if you're uncomfortable and lastly, three. can you take two cocks at once? "

"I'm a switch, & hell, I bet I could take two. for a safe word...." you looked around "gold."

"ok cool, let's get started then." jeongguk said while pushing you onto the bed.

taehyung stood up from the couch & walked over. the two now standing over your smaller frame, like two foxes staring at their prey hungrily.

"you suck on him." said taehyung pointing at jeongguk. "I'll take care of you."

jeongguk started to unfasten his belt & you, still on the bed turned so you were horizontal,in a dog position. only pants down, you palmed him through his boxers. you finally pulled them down & revealed his half hard on. he was in your hand & you gave a few quick strokes & took him in vigorously. he let out a low groan, you could feel him already growing in your mouth & started to move while you were sucking. he put his hand on your head, keeping you at a steady pace. meanwhile, taehyung was behind you, on the other side of the bed, palming your ass. the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers squeezing your flesh made you gasp. he traced his fingers over to your underwear & pulled them to the side. he ghosted over your slit, collecting some of your wetness onto his fingers. gently, he prodded a finger up your pussy. slowly moving it, in & out & added another one. you moaned, vibrating against jeongguk's cock.

"oh shit, do that again." he said head thrown back a bit, holding onto your head tighter.

taehyung inserted another finger; now three fingers were knuckle deep into you. you could hear how wet you were by the way your pussy was squelching. you had muffled moans for jeongguk kept your mouth full. you had difficulty not crumbling under taehyungs touch, his hands working like magic. he pulled out of you & you whined, desperately clenching around nothing.

"pull out." taehyung said to jungkook while licking off his fingers. jungkook nodded. "y/n was it? go put that brat in his place & do not let him touch you. "

taehyung walked over to a piece of furniture, rummaged around a drawer & came back with a blindfold & handcuffs.

"put these on him." taehyung said as he handed you them.

"aw shit really?? why can't I see?" jeongguk whined, giving a little pout & took off his top.

"because you were having a little too much fun over there. plus, you like being a sub anyways."

jeongguk & you went towards the headboard. you snapped on the handcuffs & tied the blind fold on jeongguk "don't worry," you whispered to him, starting to pull off your panties & bra. "I'll take care of you real good." & it sent shivers down his spine.

you positioned him to your entrance & sank down on him. you both moaned in unison , the stretch feeling incredible. his hips had already starting to move; you bounced up & down on him, hips sometimes twirling. you gave attention to his neck & started to lick & give damp kisses.

taehyung felt his hard on press tightly against his pants & started to undress. he went back to the same drawer from before & he brought out a bottle of lube & got onto the bed. he poured a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers & sat behind you. he took to your neck & started leaving kisses & bites on it, causing you to softly moan.

"do you need to be warmed up? or do you think you can handle me now?" he asked against you, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I mmm think I can take you." you said, moving yourself a little so you were in an angle that he could get inside of you.

"can I have the blindfold off please? I really want to see this." jeongguk said, hips grinding up into yours.

"ok, take it off of him y /n." & you went & did as he said.

taehyung didn't waste any time, he moved his cock over your unoccupied hole,teasing you for a bit, & finally slid in. you moaned out loud, tears starting to form in your eyes. taehyung felt girthier whereas jeongguk was longer, you felt so full & it was wonderful.

"fuck." taehyung groaned against your ear "you're so damn tight." & started to thrust.

you & jeongguk didn't move as much anymore because you both could feel him thrusting into you. taehyung thought he'd take it up a notch & slapped your ass. you moaned out, surprised & had tightened around jeongguk.

"oh my god, I'm gonna cum." he cried out, thighs starting to shake a little.

"I only want you to come when she does. " taehyung said as he thrusted deeper & deeper into you, slapping your ass harder, winning another lovely moan out from you.

taehyung bent over you now & cupped one hand around your tit & the other snaked down to your clit. between the deep penetration in your pussy, the thrusting in your ass, one of taes hands playing with your nipple & the other rubbing circles on your clit, you felt your climax approaching you.

"oh fuck- I'm about to cum." you moaned out, barely able to stay in position, feeling as if you were about to break.

"go then. you can go now too jeongguk." taehyung said, his own thrusts starting to get sloppier.

you clenched around the both of them, moaning out. jeongguk moaned out right after you, finally releasing, shaking beneath you. which triggered a somewhat chain reaction & made taehyung release right after, filling you up to the brim with cum. the three of you rode it all out together. cum was dripping out your pussy & ass, glistening on both of their cocks. you all were panting on top of each other, taehyung pulled out & went to grab some tissues in the drawer of a night stand. you pulled yourself off of jungkook & unchained his hands from the bed. you flopped in the middle of the bed, chest heaving with probably the most fucked out looking face ever. taehyung cleaned the two of you off & then himself, then slid right next to you, eyes starting to close. 

you had no idea how long you slept for, but you could see that it was still light out. then you remembered you were supposed to let seulgi know if the two were suspicious. "shit!" you exclaimed & hurried out of the bed. you picked up your watch from the corner of the room & frantically searched her number to call her. she picked up.

"hello? y/n are you ok?" seulgi asked with concern. "you were off the radar for hours, we were about to send some people over because we weren't get any responses from you."

"oh, no no I'm fine! I think maybe I went offline since I didn't see any incoming messages until now. " you said as you tried to make up something.

"hmmm, that's odd. did you find out anything? "

"sadly no, there's no evidence of their involvement it seems like."

"well then, I'd suggest you leave. we have another place for you to check out. tell me once you're on the road."

"ok." you replied. "I'll talk to you later on." & you hung up.

you went back to the bed & realized taehyung was gone & jeongguk was awake. "you're leaving already?" he asked, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. he then reached his into the drawer of the nightstand & pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"yeah. I need to continue working or they'll think something is suspicious. " you said sliding into your pants.

"awe, that sucks. do you want one by the way?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"no thanks, I don't really smoke." you said, collecting all your stuff & putting it onto the bed.

"well, do you want some red wine maybe?"

you paused. "sure." & sat down next to him, taking the glass of wine he had on top of the nightstand.

"by the way, you were amazing. I don't think I've had that much fun in a good while. " he looked at you with his pretty round eyes, releasing a bit of smoke out of his mouth.

"thank you. I don't think I've ever had that much fun before, ever." you replied taking a sip of the wine. "especially with someone rumored to be in the mafia."

"yeah, pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think you expected any of this at all." he smiled. "we need to do this again, if you're up to it."

"I think I would be." giving him a little smirk. "it's not everyday you find two incredibly hot guys willing to be fuck buddies. I might have to fly back to San Francisco just to fuck. "

you heard footsteps approaching the room & finally saw taehyung, standing in the door way in a cream colored robe with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"so, you're finally awake." he said coming into the room. "how was it?"

"I liked it very much. I just told jeongguk I'll fly back to San Francisco just to fuck you guys." you giggled.

taehyung laughed, getting into the bed with you two. " I hope that is true because I'd love to do this again sometime. " wrapping an arm around you.

"definitely. I have to go now though." you said disappointedly. "I'm expected to continue working."

"hmmm, that's a shame." taehyung said sipping his wine. " I need to give you me & jeongguk's number."

"sure." you two exchanged numbers. "well, I've got to go sadly; wish I could stay longer. today was very enjoyable." you said, buttoning up your blazer.

before you walked out, jeongguk called to you "I hope you can come back! " he said, him & taehyung smirking. you smirked back, waved at them & left.

[ichitora]

「 Birth 」

:: Because this day is not only about his birthday

» with Chifuyu Matsuno and Toman founding members

《Content Warning - Canon divergent - AU, third POV, Comfort, just characters interacting with each other, platonic relationship, tr dvd booklet 1 minor spoilers》

【 notes - Happy birthday to my one and only, Kazutora! 】

The traffic light turned red.

The road was heavily busy for an unknown reason to which Kazutora paid no heed. His eyes were on the vehicle before them. A classical music played, filling the silence of what seemed to be an empty shell of a car and somehow isolating them to the noisy businesses that surrounded them. It didn’t disturbed him. Not when it’s his friend, Chifuyu who’s maneuvering, eyes stuck on the road as well.

A smoke made its appearance not too far from them, probably just a few cars away. It looked raging mad by the way its darkness occupies the sky. Kazutora raised his eyebrows.

“Huh? What was that?” Chifuyu mumbled under his breath. He propped his arm on the door and leaned his head on his fist. Kazutora did the same on the opposite side, hoping to take a glimpse of what’s going on outside.

“Damn these kids!” They overheard an annoyed old man on the neighboring vehicle. It was so loud that not even the music could cover it. Kazutora tilted his head more.

It was a small car on fire. Barely recognizable as the firemen did their best to put it off. The only thing that’s left was its bones, scrap materials no one would use.

So, that’s why the traffic became heavier.

Kazutora tucked his yellow side bangs on his ear, smirking as he squinted his eyes for a bit.

“What a lame ass.” Another person said, neither Chifuyu nor Kazutora made an effort to respond. Kazutora glanced at Chifuyu, watching the raven haired man with a tiny smile on his lips. For that moment it was as if they shared one brain cell. One brain cell that provides a huge impact straight down to their hearts.

It was some kids’ doing they say?

Of course, it only reminds them of a certain person.

Both of them didn’t have the guts to bring it up though. Their heads are connected under one idea, yet they prefer to keep it to themselves, putting it as a way of telepathic communication. It didn’t have to be talked about.

It wasn’t as if it’s a sensitive subject for Kazutora and Chifuyu, in fact the memories of the past with 𝘩𝘪𝘮 stood to be the teas they share when they have nothing else to do in the pet shop.

And how funny it could be that 𝘩𝘦 is the reason why both of them are settled in the car at the moment.

It didn’t take too long before they arrived, taking the items they brought with them until they halted in a specific family grave.

Now, the air feels like chunks of solids that are heavy to breathe on. The wind passed by from time to time, the leaves reminding them to remain reverent within their stay. Chifuyu sat like what he usually does, not minding his slacks attracting some dirt. He took a few foods out of the plastic bag, not missing the iconic peyoung yakisoba he and Baji used to share. Alongside it was a small cake and a few cans of drinks.

Kazutora, with his hair resting on his nape and shoulders, followed, going down like a frog to take another yakisoba with him. His eyes scanned the engraved characters on the marbled tombstone that didn’t look like one to him. For him, the characters before his eyes just morphed into a person he also had been longing to see for a long time.

Oh lord, he wanted to hug him so bad.

If the deities would grant him permission to see and embrace him again, he will not hesitate to do so and not let go.

“Oi, Baji.” He greeted. Chifuyu said nothing, preparing to split the yakisoba to offer it to Baji. Kazutora was certain he had something to say. He has thought of it multiple times on their way here as if he’s memorizing a script, however the way his heart clenches made him lose all the words he knew. “I...”

“... I saw a car on fire a while back.” That caught Chifuyu’s attention. He gazed at Kazutora. The wind blows, allowing him to see how his sandy eyes shone upon his words.

Within Kazutora’s smile, it reminded him of the first best birthday he ever had in his entire childhood. The memory that stayed with him after his brain forced to control, alt, delete the existence of his traumatic past.

The vehicle was burning so bright in their eyes. Just the same way it ignited their friendship the same day. Before Kazutora could even gather himself, he already had a friend who would dedicate himself to stay by his side.

September 16. It wasn’t a bad day at all, he just got the best gift he would treasure to this very day.

It aches.

Time flies as some would say, but the memories don't. The memories that can contain different emotions every second just stays. It knows how to keep up.

The longer Kazutora envisions Baji sitting in front of them, the more he wanted to tear up.

But he can’t.

His tears are too shy to show their existence. He does not intend this day to go down like that.

“I’d always share my birthday with you, you know that.” Kazutora’s voice almost wavered. Chifuyu bit his lower lip, looking down. There weren’t many words, yet the feeling felt too overwhelming to take in, it naturally oozes out from them without them knowing.

Kazutora sighed. His heart feels like it's dropping every second. He’s breathing under the water and every inhale stings.

“We used to eat peyoung yakisoba together,” Kazutora whispered, just enough for Chifuyu to hear. “One for you, and one for me.” His hand was trembling a bit as he opened the food. “But I guess this time you have to split it with this dude beside me, huh.”

Chifuyu smirked. He raised his noodle like a glass of wine. “Happy birthday.”

The containers collide. “Cheers.”

Perhaps it wasn’t just his birthday the two of them are celebrating.

Kazutora would rather like to put it as the birth of his and Baji’s precious friendship.

“Baji and I exchanged punches the very first time we met,” Kazutora stated just a little while as he and Chifuyu alternatively told Baji some stories of how their lives went. The grave stood there like a diary, both hoping for their words to reach the deceased wherever he will be. There then the older lad tilted his head, emitting a jingling sound from his earring. “He pierced my ear the same day.”

—

Chifuyu chuckled. “Well, that’s Baji-san for you.” He smiled. “I remember Mikey-kun telling me a story one time where Baji-san used to name himself Edward while he was named Michael— Mikey for short, just when they were still kids.”

Kazutora stood in disbelief. He beamed, averting his eyes to the Baji family grave. “Really? What a lame-ass. I never have heard of that.”

“I couldn’t believe it as well. I tried imagining myself calling him Edward-san instead of Baji and I just couldn’t take it seriously from there.”

They snickered.

“Edward,” Kazutora mumbled, both of them laughing again. “Who the fuck would name themselves as Edward?”

“You know, if Baji-san hears us right now he’ll be annoyed.”

“Oh, what is he gonna do? Rise from his grave? Because if the answer is yes then I wouldn’t stop calling him Edward.”

It was a simple conversation, yet it lifted up some of the unspoken woes they do their best to keep within themselves. It became like this. It was as if Baji was just with them. This place had become their comfort zone that they are a few steps away from committing weird shit right in front of his innocent tombstone.

Kazutora sighed, their chuckles fading out. He placed his hands in his pockets. “... Mikey.”

He didn’t know why the name slipped out of his mouth, hence the name also brings him back some memories, rather reminding him of one of the reasons why things have ended up like this.

And as if he was a summoning expert, he felt a presence on his back.

Kazutora didn’t move.

Chifuyu’s eyes widened for a split second with the newly arrived person’s appearance, still in his casual black tees and checkered coat, paired with black pants. His hair that is as dark as night, danced to the chilly breeze of the wind.

The light atmosphere they built up had been adulterated. None of them said a word. Kazutora didn’t have to look back at who it was. Just the aura was enough to be aware of who’s with them without a doubt.

Mikey stood with hands in a praying position, shutting his eyes with his silent prayers for a few moments before straightening his posture. All of them were like statues, waiting for someone to try to break the silence. The yellow-eyed lad breathed slowly, feeling his heart slowing down in heartbeat.

Manjiro Sano.

Kazutora wouldn’t deny how awkward they are currently. Mikey forgave him and they ended on good terms. yet the graze in their friendship can no longer be mended. They’re now left as two individuals who pay respect to each other, without resentment and without regret as to how they want to put it.

“I—“

“It’s been a while, Baji,” Mikey said. His voice never ceased to strangle Kazutora in his words while Chifuyu was just there, paying witness to what can unfold next. “I hope you’re happy.”

Kazutora smiled. A genuine one. “... He is.”

Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mikey— seeing the three of them together all fine with each other would surely give relief to Baji wherever he may be, that’s what Kazutora would like to think. At least that thought comforts the weight he always carry with him since the beginning.

He didn’t die in vain.

They all looked at the grave with their sincere eyes, as if it was telling Baji that he could always be at peace. It was mixed with emotions of missing a loved one with a glint of happiness no word can describe. It felt like a story ending where one way or another they have to bid their farewell and go on.

“The others... they’re waiting.”

Chifuyu and Kazutora glanced at him, faces painted with confusion. There then they noticed a group of people not too far away from them. The latter’s doe eyes thought he was looking at something unreal, chest rose and fell— puzzled. The edges of his lips stretched involuntarily all the way towards his ears. He couldn’t believe he’d be seeing them all at once today. Not when he hadn't seen them together for years.

Pah chin, Draken, Mitsuya—

It’s the rest of the Toman founding members.

What he heard next was another surprise.

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺…

“Kazutora, happy birthday.”

Thus, the rest of the day was Chifuyu tagging along with Tokyo Manji Gang’s founding members for Kazutora’s birthday that also served as a small, unexpected reunion.

“I already ordered some food on UberEats. Thank you very much, Kazutora!”

The gang cackled.

“O-oi! Mikey— I didn’t even bring my wallet! Chifuyu!”

“Doesn’t sound like a me-problem at all. That’s on you, you bastard.”

“Don’t worry too much, Kazutora. Pah Chin got us!” says Mitsuya in his gentle voice.

“Oi, why am I even dragged into this?!”

Perhaps, Kazutora's day could still get better without him knowing.