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ellecdc · 2 months

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Can i request something bit angsty? 🥺 its totally fine if you dont wanna write it tho!

I was thinking, wolfstar x reader got into an argument and reader started to occlude and the boys got scared they might be out of line bcs she only occlude when shes really hurting?

this is my SHIT - love me some hurt/comfort. thanks for requesting, lovie 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!readerCW: hurt/comfort, arguing, mention of past family discourse, toxic family memories

“I’m sorry. You did what?” Sirius beseeched, walking into the living room from the kitchen and interrupting the points (arguments) you and Remus were each in the process of making. You gave him an unimpressed look, knowing he wasn’t actually asking you to repeat yourself, he just couldn’t believe what he had heard.

“She gave Mary-Ella over a grand.” Remus muttered bitterly.

“I did not give Mary-Ella money, I loaned her money.” You were quick to correct.

Sirius just scoffed. “Sure you did, dollface.” He sneered, making his usual pet-name burn to the touch. “You are never going to see that money again.”

“What were you thinking?” Remus implored.

“I was thinking that my friend was in a bind and needed help. I hardly think that’s a crime.”

“You didn’t just loan a little bit of money, though. You loaned a lot of money to a friend who is not reliable in the slightest.” Remus asserted.

“We have been working so hard trying to save up to move. To move closer to Diagon Alley so that Remus can be closer to work, and we can finally get out of my uncles flat.” Sirius added.

“I know we’ve been working hard, Sirius. I know this because I too have been working hard. But I’m not going to watch my friend struggle when there’s something I could do to help!”

“This choice impacted all of us. You had no right to make this decision on your own.”

It was your turn to scoff as you turned to glare at Remus incredulously. You had been trying to stay patient, knowing that this close to the moon, Remus was feeling extra sensitive. But him ganging-up on you with Sirius quickly found what little patience you had running thin. “I 'had no right' to make a decision about money that I made on my own?”

“You have no ground to stand on, buttercup. You’re now out more than a grand because of this choice; we’re all out more than a grand because of your choice.” Sirius growled, tone full of derision.

“If the roles were reversed, Mary-Ella would help me out!” You tried to reason, only for Remus to bark a laugh.

“That doesn’t even matter, dove. Because you’d never be in her position and likewise, she’d never be in yours. She’s irresponsible, unreliable, and a mooch.”

You tried to ignore the burning sensation in your sinuses as you spoke to the back of Remus’ head; he apparently had grown so disgusted with you that he couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“I don’t like you talking about my friends like that. I don’t understand why we’re making such a big deal about this, I jus-” but you were cut off as Remus stood abruptly and turned on you.

“We’re making this a big deal because it is a big deal!” he bellowed. “You leave this apartment in the morning and it’s like Sirius and I don’t exist anymore. You conduct yourself like some single woman with no responsibility to anyone else but herself.”

“You’re being selfish. You can’t possibly expect to drop a bomb on us like this and, what, expect us to just reply with ‘yes dear’? You fucked up, Y/N.” Sirius added, arms crossed defensively over his chest and cold silver eyes glared daggers that permeated your entire being. Remus carried on, unperturbed by the effects this conversation was having on you.

You felt like you were seventeen again, like you were eleven, nine, six. You felt like a babe whose hand had been slapped for reasons beyond your comprehension.

Do you ever stop and think about the consequences, Y/N?

You were sitting at the dining room table as your father lashed you with his words, each sentence punctuated with the slamming of his fists on the table. You were standing on the platform having just reunited with your parents after the school year as your mother’s claws dug into your arms, warning you that punishment was to come later if you didn’t smarten up. You were cowering in the backyard as your father screamed at you in front of the entire neighbourhood – a free show for all to enjoy.

You think crying will earn you any sympathy here? You’re a manipulative little witch if you think that will work on me. Keep crying and I’ll give you something to cry about.

You felt naked – like your figurative clothes had been violently ripped from your body – and there you stood, stripped bare for all to leer at. Standing before two people...who were meant to love you unconditionally...as they laced their words with venom and spat vitriol at you.

You couldn’t even hear the point Remus was trying to make anymore. It didn’t matter anyway.

He hated you. You were hated. You were a disappointment, a burden, unwanted.

But you couldn’t cry – could never cry. You’d just be manipulating them. You were deceitful. Emotions were deceitful. The way you felt was wrong. And they were right.

Always right.

So, you did what you always did; you made it quiet.

You began layering rows of stones around your being. Protection. Space. Distance. Safety.

They couldn’t hurt you from all the way in here, not from the other side of your wall. You’d be safe here. Here in the quiet.

It was safe in the quiet.

Sirius felt disgraceful at how long it took him to notice the signs of you pulling away from the conversation. Away from them. Away from him.

Remus – always more sensitive than the two of you when it came to the likes of money, combined with feeling extra flustered with the upcoming full moon – had no reason to expect nor recognize signs of occlusion.

Suddenly, Sirius was fourteen again. Walburga was standing over him with her wand aimed at his chest, but all he could see was Regulus. He had prayed at the time that his brother could hear him begging in his mind:

Turn it off, Reg. Just turn it off. It can’t hurt you if you turn it off.

Sirius himself sat in an almost constant state of occlusion during his fifth year, knowing somewhere deep in his gut that the beginning of the end of his life as the heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (or the end of his life in general) was near.

Growing up wasn’t a whole lot easier for you, it seemed. And he knew that when things got to be too much, you did what you needed to do to protect yourself.

He suddenly hated himself. You weren’t supposed to need to protect yourself from him and Remus. It was their job to protect you; just like you always protected them.

How you protected Remus from wasting away on the days leading up to and recovering from the full moon. You never let him go hungry or thirsty, you always made sure the space was clean and tidy, and you never let him fall into his typical pre- and post-moon self-loathing.

And you protected Sirius from himself; from saying things that he wouldn’t be able to take back, from being the worst version of himself, from losing you and Remus completely.

He didn’t deserve you.

You didn’t deserve this.

For fuck’s sake all you had been doing was being kind.

Being a good friend, someone that others could rely on, protecting people who meant so much to you.

All you were doing was being your kind, courteous, protective, generous self that Remus and Sirius had fallen in love with from the very start.

“Moony!” Sirius pleaded, causing the lycanthrope to pause in his tangent. You didn’t even flinch at the sudden change in the atmosphere as Remus looked at Sirius bewilderedly.

“We’ve lost her.” Sirius murmured quietly, causing Remus to spin to observe you.

“Well...” Remus began, still struggling to shake off his anger and the need to argue. “But I-”

“It’s enough, Remus.” Sirius hissed quietly, staring at Remus with a look he hoped conveyed no nonsense.

He apparently succeeded as Remus let out whatever breath he’d been holding as he turned again to face you.

“Dove, I’m sorry.” Remus whispered as he tried to move towards you, but you instinctively took a step back to maintain the distance between you; your arms wrapped around your middle protectively as if that was all that was holding you together.

Sirius’ heart felt like it split in two – and based off of the look on Remus’ face, he wasn’t fairing any better.

“Y/N?” Sirius tried. You didn’t turn to look at him, but you hummed in quasi-acknowledgement.

“Can you look at me?” He tried quietly, but you shook your head no.

Remus made a pained sound as he tried to move towards you again, ducking his head down in an attempt to make eye contact with you. You didn’t back away from him this time, but your arms tightened in their hold around your middle.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I...I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’m...I was out of line.”

“Come back?” Sirius pleaded. “Please.”

You took a deep breath and turned your face towards your boyfriends, but Sirius could tell your eyes were still foggy – you were still hiding.

“We won’t talk about it anymore. That conversation is done.” Sirius said.

“But-” you started, voice grating from the tightness in your throat, but he cut you off.

“The conversation is done. You did what you thought was right, you were being your kind lovely self, helping your friend when they needed you. We shouldn’t have yelled at you, sweets. I’m sorry.”

Remus made another pained sound and moved closer to you again.

“Dovey, I’m so sorry. Please, can I- would you like a hug?”

Sirius watched as you looked at Remus, seeming to weigh your options before you nodded once at him. Remus needn’t any more invitation and quickly (though gently) made for you, enveloping you in his arms.

The three of you stayed like that – Remus with his arms around you, you with your arms around yourself and your face pushed into his chest, and Sirius standing helplessly at the side – before Sirius started to notice some tension leaving your shoulders.

“Why’d you go?” He asked you quietly, gently placing a hand in the middle of your shoulder blades and rubbing in a way he hoped was soothing.

“I didn’t want to cry.” You admitted into Remus’ chest, neither boy missing how tight your voice seemed to be, even as your voice barely raised above a whisper.

“Oh, dolly. Just cry. Cry, okay? Make us feel like tossers, but don’t leave.” Sirius said.

“I didn’t want you to feel bad.” You muttered wetly, finally turning so Sirius could see your red and wet face.

“But we deserved it. Oh, my love.” Remus cooed as he all but picked you up and locked your legs around his hips, forcing you to move your grip from around yourself to around him.

“I’m not s’posed to make you cry. I’m s’posed to make you smile.” He muttered pitifully, pressing his lips into your hair.

“And cum.” Sirius spoke in the same pitiful tone, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

You laughed wetly and the last of your occlusion appeared to slip away which was what Sirius had been aiming for. It didn’t make him feel all that much better though.

“Oh, my girl. I’m so sorry, Pads is right. You were just being your lovely self, and I’m a bastard.”

Sirius watched as your brows furrowed. “You’re not a bastard.”

“No,” Sirius agreed readily, “he was just being a bastard. Both of us were. Do you think you can forgive us?”

You nodded quickly but Remus tsked in response.

“Don’t let us off so easily, dovey. Make us pay for it. What do you need? Do you need a foot rub? You want cake? Ice cream? What about a kitten? You’ve always wanted a kitten.”

You had been shaking your head at everything Remus said until the last one, your curiosity obviously piqued.

Fuckin’ hells, Sirius thought, if she gets a kitten everytime one of us acts like an arse, we’re going to be overrun with cats by next month.

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your page and all of your poly!marauders writing! Could I request a poly!marauders where they’re all flirting with r (like pre relationship) and because she’s never really been noticed/flirted with before she thinks they’re kind of making fun of her like it’s a big joke. Then of course she finds out that’s not the case

Thanks for requesting babe, and thanks for reading! I had no idea how long this had become until I checked the wordcount just now haha, and I feel like it got a bit awkward in some places but I hope you enjoy it :)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k

As Friday nights go, this one is pretty typical. You’d arrived at the party with all of your friends, and one by one, they’d been pulled away by significant others, flirty strangers, or potential hookups. Now it’s just you, sitting on the couch and trying not to look awkward as the couple on the opposite end endeavors to swallow each other whole.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” a familiar voice drawls, and Sirius Black sits down next to you. “Having a good time?”

You force a smile, not wanting to insult the party most likely being thrown by Gryffindor’s golden boys. “Yup.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he says, not unsympathetically, then nudges the curled-up form behind him. “Moony, you were really going to let this pretty thing sit here all by herself without speaking to her?”

The book they’re holding lowers, revealing Remus Lupin. His eyes start to roll as if it’s an automatic response to Sirius’ interruption, but then they fall on you. “Oh.” He blinks. “Sorry, love, I didn’t see you there.”

You flush, sheepish and a bit resentful of being party to Sirius’ reprimand, however teasing it might be. You know Remus from the couple of classes you’ve had together, but you wouldn’t expect him to talk to you outside of those contexts. Speaking to someone that’s obligated is so much worse than speaking to no one at all. “It’s fine,” you say quietly, feeling unbearably awkward.

“See? She’s too sweet to even hold you accountable for it,” Sirius tuts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry about him, dollface. Can I get you a drink?”

“I, um...” You look down at your empty cup, long since drained. “Sure, thanks.”

He winks. “Be right back.”

You expect Remus to go back to his book as Sirius struts off, but he folds the corner of his page, setting it down.

“I really didn’t mean to ignore you,” he says, looking painfully apologetic. “How are your classes this year?”

You give him your most reassuring smile. “They’re good, thanks. And I didn’t think you were ignoring me.” You cringe. “Sorry Sirius made you put away your book on my account.”

He looks at you with amber eyes full of kindness. “I don’t mind.”

It’s a conscious effort to quell the ruckus in your stomach. You’d harbored a tiny, secret crush on Remus when you’d had classes together last year, and this is exactly why. He just seemed like such a sweetheart. Soft-spoken but brilliant, he never raised his hand to answer questions but always scored high on assignments, and you’d once caught him feeding answers to the girl next to him so she could win points for her house. You’d become enthralled with the way his smile would tug gently at the scars on his face, making them glint silver in the light that shone through the classroom windows, and how his eyes sparked with quiet amusement even when he wasn’t laughing.

The silence between you is stretching too long. You fumble for something to continue the conversation. “I like your sweater,” you say dumbly.

“Yeah?” He smiles, scars flashing. “Thanks, lovely.” He lets his gaze roam over you for a moment, and you try not to squirm. “Do you want it? It’s a bit cold in here.”

You look down, surprised to discover goose bumps covering your arms. “That’s alright,” you say, but Remus is already shrugging off his sweater, revealing the plain t-shirt underneath. “Remus, really, I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists, holding the sweater out to you and raising his eyebrows when you won’t take it. “If you don’t put it on, then neither of us will have it.”

You watch him for a moment, but Remus doesn’t waver. You take it, giving him a look that you hope conveys both admonishment and apology. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replies as you shrug it on. “Considering that this is a school of magic, it does a pretty poor job of regulating its temperature during the winter, don’t you think? Couldn’t let you just sit here and freeze, sweetheart. Sirius would kill me when he got back.”

You pull Remus’ sleeves over your cold fingers, using the movement to avoid eye contact as your face heats. The way he’s talking to you, the pet names, it’s all so strange. You don’t get it.

“Not to be rude,” Remus says before you can go deeper into your musings, “but I thought I saw you come in with a bunch of other girls. Where’d they all go?”

Ah. He’s talking to you because he likes one of your friends. “Oh.” You wave your hand about vaguely. “Here and there, pulled aside by various prospects. I’m sure you can find some of them if you go looking.”

“But they left you by yourself?” He seems to disregard your friends’ whereabouts, his eyebrows coming together just a bit. “That’s not very nice. Lucky for us, though, I suppose.”

You tilt your head, not quite sure what he means, but then Sirius returns, James Potter in tow.

“Told you,” Sirius says as he passes you your drink, hand lingering on yours a second too long. James gives one to Remus. “She’s miserable.”

“Can’t have that,” James replies agreeably, looking for somewhere to sit. His eyes fall on the couple behind you and he leans close to your ear. “Merlin, they’re really going at it, aren’t they?”

You laugh, and he grins at you like that was his aim all along. Meanwhile, Sirius has devised a solution to the problem of seating, making himself comfortable almost entirely in Remus’ lap. He gestures for you to come closer. You comply tentatively, scooting a couple feet towards the two of them.

“Don’t be shy.” Sirius reaches out and grips your waist, hauling you closer until you’re pressed up against Remus’ leg and Sirius’ side, his arm remaining snugly around your waist. “We don’t bite. Unless you’re into that, of course.”

“Pads.” Remus’ voice is stern, softened for your benefit. “Take it easy.”

“Oh, come on,” Sirius scoffs. “I saw you putting the moves on her from over by the punch. You don’t get to have all the fun.”

Putting the moves on you? Sirius almost makes it sound like Remus had been…flirting. Oh. You suppose maybe he had. But intentionally? Really? Sirius Black will flirt with anything, but Remus is a different story.

It must be a part of some bit they’re all doing, you realize. They are pranksters. Sirius was probably bored and in need of entertainment, and there you were, sitting all by yourself. Practically begging to be the object of his amusement. And then he’d enlisted Remus to go along with it. They’re probably all going to go back to their dorm tonight and laugh about how easily you’d fallen for it. Your face burns.

James has settled into the ample space you’ve made on the couch, allowing you a bit more room that Sirius seems willing to. “You alright, lovely? I’m sorry you haven’t been having a very good time.”

You look at him, finding nothing but sincerity in his warm brown eyes. You don’t suppose he would have been able to get away with so much if he weren’t a good actor. The last thing you’re going to do is give them more to laugh about by making a scene. “No, I’m fine. It’s a good party.”

“Yeah?” James cocks his head like a puppy. “Well, that’s good, I guess. How’d you end up by yourself though, sweetheart?”

Remus answers for you. “Her friends left her.”

“They’ll come back eventually,” you say hastily, then realize how pathetic that sounds. It’s all you can do not to shrink in on yourself.

“I’m sure they are,” James says, and try as you might, you can detect no sarcasm in his tone, “but it’s still not a very considerate thing for friends to do. You seem like excellent company.”

You scoff, taking a long sip of your drink. “Apparently not.”

“You are,” Sirius says casually, looking at you over the rim of his cup. “I mean, I’ve only been around you for a little while, but it’s been a delightful experience for me. And Moony seems to like talking to you. That’s high praise.”

Remus elbows Sirius but gives you one of his soft, kind looks, and it’s too much. It’s all too much. You feel like you’re being eaten alive by shame at how much you’re enjoying their attention, even if it’s all for show.

“I have an idea,” James says, knee bumping into yours amicably. “We were going to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow to study. Would you come with? We could grab lunch together and convince you of how pleasant you are to have around.”

You scoff. This charade has gone too far. “Yeah, right. What time should I meet you, at nine in the great hall, where everyone will be watching?”

Who gets off on this anyway? Flirting is one thing, but all this faux kindness, just to humiliate you? It’s a cruelness beyond what you thought them capable of.

James hesitates at your tone. “Um, yeah. Nine is good, if that works for you.”

You shake your head, crossing your arms. Sirius gets the message, removing his hand from around your waist. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not supposed to be.” James looks wounded, and Remus leans forward, a concerned set to his brows. “Hey, what’s going through your head?” he asks, all concerned tenderness.

You look between them, angry and, if you’re being honest with yourself, very hurt. “This is a prank, right? Because I was sitting alone and you were bored? Well, I don’t think it’s funny.”

“Darling,” Remus breathes, reaching out as if to touch you but hesitating with his hand hovering just above your shoulder, “no one’s pranking you.”

Sirius shakes his head. “That’s not…we would never do something like that, and I’m sorry you think we would. Let me be clear: we want to go on a date with you tomorrow. Obviously you don’t have to, but we’d love it if you came.”

You feel your eyebrows scrunch up, trying to right your worldview. You feel like you have whiplash. “Wait, are you serious?”

He grins, and it’s half sheepish, half wolfish. “That’s me.”

You giggle a bit at that, and Remus works up the courage to let his hand land on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “No jokes or catches, lovely girl. I promise.”

You send him a small smile before turning to James, who still looks like he’s had the wind knocked out of him. “I’m really sorry I accused you guys of that,” you say, guilt replacing shame at the feast of your insides. “I just…I’ve never had someone…notice me in that way before. I thought it was a joke.”

James’ smile still bears some leftover unease, but there’s no reproach in it. “That’s alright, angel,” he says, earnest as he had been all along. “I’m sorry you thought we didn’t mean it. Let us prove it, yeah? Tomorrow?”

You beam at him, a frisson of excitement going through you. “Yeah, tomorrow.”

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quinloki · 8 months

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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Marco, Ace, Reader Warnings: None (implied poly relationship) Notes: Reader is implied shorter-than-average as a gag for the characters they're dressing up as.

Word count: 696

Ace tugged at the button up collar, undoing the top button again. “I know I agreed, but I didn’t think you were going to shove me into five layers of clothes, (Y/N).” He grumbles a little as you hand him a dark blue and silver trimmed military style jacket.

“At this rate the gloves are going to be the death of you.” You reply with a smirk. “Marco’s wearing something similar, he’s not complaining.” You say as you help him get the gold braided cord around his right arm the correct way.

Marco was standing in front of a mirror in the blue and silver trimmed military uniform. He had it buttoned up correctly, the boots were shined, and the few accessories were in place as though he was actually part of the Amestris Empire. He was currently getting used to the plastic prop cigarette you’d provided him, trying to make it look natural and sort out how to keep it comfortable.

He’d gone so far as to make sure he was clean shaven for the part, combing back and trying to tame some of his hair so it was only a little spiky in the front.

“His flames don’t run hot.” Ace huffs. “And look at him, he’s preening.”

“You would be too, pretty boy, if you’d look in the mirror.” Marco says flatly, turning around and giving Ace a grin, managing to keep the cigarette where he wants it.

“You know, the Colonel often wears a long black coat in the series, if you want, I can go get it?” You offer, giving him a half-teasing, half-irritated smile.

He flinches a little, and then sighs in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for complaining so much.” He offers up. “But why are you the main character?”

“Cause you two giants are too tall.” You assert, handing him a pair of gloves with thin red lines stitched into them. You’re wearing a black a-shirt, a thick brown belt, black pants and boots and a bright red coat with a black symbol stitched on the back. Thatch had helped you do the stitching, and it’d taken both of you a few months. It was beautiful work at least, and you were certainly going to get more use out of it than just this single contest event.

“Not that you have to be short to dress up as a short character.” You admit, checking your loose-braided blonde wig before putting it on. “But… this is my favorite character, and the two of you share a lot of physical traits with my other favorite characters, so it just worked out well. Too good to pass up.”

You finish getting your costume on and Ace nearly snorts trying not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You question.

He puts a hand over his mouth trying to stifle a laugh and failing miserably. “N-noth-nothing!” He manages. “It’s just- hahahaha!”

Marco turns to look and grunts, nearly snorting as he tries not to laugh too.

“Heck, is something wrong?” You question, starting to panic a little.

“No, not at all.” Marco assures you.

“You look shorter than usual!” Ace finally blurts out, losing it entirely and cackling.

Your panic morphs into irritation. You start to say something, but Marco interjects.

“Those boots are even thicker than your usual shoes.” He states in disbelief. “It’s impressive, yoi.”

“Y-you’re both wearing boots too!” You stammer, suddenly painfully aware of your lack of height for the first time in months. “You’re just standing taller than usual, th-that’s all.”

You snatch a pair of white gloves out of Ace’s hands as he hands them over, still trying to contain his amusement. You grumble under your breath a little as you put the gloves on.

“Should’ve made you dress as the younger brother,” You huff. “Stick you in a big tin can all day.”

Ace’s gloved hand slips under your chin as he leans down from behind you. The rough texture sends a jolt down your back and you aren’t sure what to do with it. Before you can think on it he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t be mad, pipsqueak, I’ll make it up to you later.”

#costume contest stories #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece halloween #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #x reader #reader insert

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atolua · 2 years

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𖥻 AND THEY WERE ROOMIES ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. spring of 2019

EDITION .. and this is how mingi met his roommate (platonic edition)

FEATURING .. song mingi

CW(S) .. lua’s too cute for this world & mingi calls her lulu because yes

MONA SAYS .. sorry for the lack of updates, i swear i’m getting back into writing for lua!

all mingi needed was a glass of water.

it's his fault, really. after rolling around on his bead, and quietly counting the sheep that jump over his head, did he really expect to feel drowsy? yes, he did.

from what he assumed, he was the only resident who had yet to fall asleep, so being stealthy was the main priority. author is pretty sure that doesn't mean that he has to act like he's auditioning for mission impossible.. but whatever gets him water, she guesses.

perhaps he should be given some credit, since he did successfully make it down the hallway. and he didn't bump into the tv stand, so this is a piece of—

thum.

mingi's attention turns to the sofa. having been so focused on his path, he didn't notice the bundled figure lying there. when he tilts his gaze a little lower, he notices what may have caused the barely audible thud—a stuffed toy sitting on the floor.

ah, it's just san. (that's what he thought.)

temporarily diverting from his mission, mingi carefully pads over to the sofa and picks up the fallen plushie. he decides to try and wedge it back into its owner's arms, until he has another realization: this isn't san.

this sleeping beauty's a bit shorter, and their facial features are softer. it can't be him. and he's right, it's not san. actually, this is none other than yuehua.

okay, now mingi is a little confused. as far as he was aware, the company had given his relatively new teammate her own bedroom. so why is she here, sleeping on the couch? even more, how is she sleeping so comfortably when her blanket is a thin shield from the cold atmosphere?

forget his original mission, he now had to make sure this sleeping beauty rests properly.

he decided to gently shake her shoulder until she roused from her sleep, enough for her to realize someone was trying to wake her up.

“is it morning already?”

“no,” he kneels down so they were eye to eye. “though, you do need to return to your bed so you can rest better.”

“but i like it here. it's where i can easily fall asleep, knowing that i'm close to you guys.”

whether she meant to admit that aloud or not, mingi didn't know. what he did know he was admired his elder even more than before. yuehua rarely spoke up about her wishes, especially if it seemed burdensome. so she laid them in the depths of her mind, and carried on like they had never been there.

mingi gently takes a locket of her silver hair and twirls it around his finger. he has to think—what can he do for yuehua? he wants to get her to a place where she can stay warm while replenishing her energy; she wants to be in a reachable distance with him and the other members. both of them have their own wish, so how do they meet in the middle?

an amazing idea formulates in his head.

“lulu,” he waits for her hum before continuing, “come sleep in my room. i've got an extra bed there, and no roommate to occupy it.”

“really?” yuehua asks, the drowsiness tinting her tone with a subtle shade of huskiness.

he nods and stands up, gesturing for her to follow him. without much more thought, she did as shown, and ends up falling face first onto the bed that had been promised. needless to say, she was back in the dreamland with no effort required.

on the other hand, mingi shuffles back into his bed and pulls his duvet to his chin, fully expecting to play another round of roly poly or count the stars in the milky way. plot twist: he shuts his eyes and swiftly drifts off into a peaceful slumber.

it's funny, the way mingi thought all he needed was a glass of water. instead, he returned to his room with a lovely human bean who doubled as an amazing roommate.

getting out of bed was so worth it.

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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3 Brats

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader x Yangyang (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Genre: Sequel Fic, AU - Non-Idol, PWP, Threesome

Summary: Haechan is excited for a night in which it's just him and [Y/N], but she has other plans in mind, including Yangyang

Word count: 3.8k

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub elements that are attempted but this is basically brat taming done by brats so really just a poly trio that fuck around with each other in bed, Caning, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Penetrative Sex, Bondage, Blindfolds, Cum Play

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 3 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! My own personal Kinktober List** will have a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event, so check out my list if you're curious for what's left this month!

Second: This was requested (sorta)!!! I got a request for a part 3 a long, long time ago and I replied that maybe one day I can find time for it...well, here it is at last! I'm sorry it took so long for me to fulfill!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

“Just you and me, babe?” Haechan asked, hands caressing her back. Lips on her neck. Tongue licking up and down her skin. He hummed into her neck, hips bucking against her. “I love Yangyang, but I also like when it’s just my dick and all your holes.”

“Yeah, baby?” Her fingers combed through his hair. Their lips met, her tongue gliding against his lips before she let him go. “Let’s change things up a bit this time. Want me to play with your asshole tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She giggled, squealing as his wet kisses landed on the back of her neck. “Are you going to peg me at last? Peg me into the mattress?”

“Only if you behave, Hyuck-ie.”

They kissed, his hands groping her ass as she dug into her purse, grasping for her keys. She would have opened the door faster if his kisses and touches weren’t so fucking distracting. Feeling his cock warm her ass encouraged her to take her time. Hips thrusting gently against him. His needy little whines into her neck were worth it.

The moment they were inside, he pinned her against the door. Her back pressed against the cold stained wood. His heat lighting up her abdomen.

“Babe-” his hands groped her breasts “-lock-” teeth grinding on the delicate skin at the front of her throat “-up.”

Their lips were together, his voice humming against her. Her whole body shook as she heard the top lock’s heavy click, felt his cock press harder against her.

Yelping with a chortle as her mind spun, she was lifted off the ground. He groaned - soft with his sweet rasp - as he carried her down the hall, bedroom door wide open. Their guffaws echoed in the dark.

“About fucking time.”

Haechan screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping off the bed. She laughed, landing onto the mattress. Propping herself up with her elbows, she looked to her left.

Yangyang remained as she’d left him: tied up to a wooden chair with nothing but silk blindfolds and skintight cotton briefs on.

“We have to prepare your butthole for my strapon, baby,” she said, left side of her lips quirking upwards. “What were you expecting, a butt plug?”

“Wait-what?!” Yangyang’s silver strands flew up into the air as his head snapped up, away from his chest. “You told me if I stayed still I’d get the best blowjob of my life, babe.”

“Well,” she said, grinning at Haechan, “get your buttplug nice and wet, Haechan.”

Canines bared, perfectly shiny teeth catching the light of the lamp, Yangyang snorted a laugh. Haechan let out a noise that sounded like a deflating balloon. Falsetto note squeaking silent, eyes shut tight. Left hand balled into a fist.

She stood on her knees, chuckles reverberating up her chest as she clapped her hands.

“That’s right, boys! Tonight I’m domming you!”

“You’re a bigger brat than Haechan.” Yangyang licked his lips, lazy grin appearing. “Bet, babe, end of the night, you’re going to be crying for us to ruin you. Just so you can hear us calling you our little fuckhole. It’ll be Haechan’s turn to hold you down so I can fuck you harder.”

Her labia throbbed at the sound of Yangyang’s low chuckle. Mental images of Yangyang and Haechan hovering over her as she cried from them manhandling her had her wet. Those were always good times.

No.

“You’re my little bitches starting now.” She stood up beside Haechan, hands on her hips. “It’s ‘Mistress’ or I’m going to cane you.”

Left hand on Haechan’s chest, she pushed him to sit on the bed. She bent down to pull her leather cane out from under the bed.

Haechan was panting heavily, tongue hanging out over his lower lip. Horny little shit. She touched the end of her cane to his chin, their eyes locking.

“Clothes off. The faster you get naked the sooner you can start kissing Yangyang.”

“Babe, you want to see us be little whores for you?” Yangyang asked, thigh muscles flexing. His sharp jawline - and curvaceous Adam’s apple - couldn’t distract her, much as she wanted to lick him up.

She’d tied his arms behind his back, and knotted each ankle to the front legs of the chair. He’d been so excited. Licking his crimson lips, watching her tie soft ropes around his body. She couldn’t resist planting kisses along the inside of his thighs.

She’d promised him luscious pretty lips on his cock if he waited for her to return with beer. Knotting the silk strings tight, ensuring his blindfold secure.

“I forgot about the after-sex beer,” she said, running the tip of her cane down his neck, circling it around his Adam’s apple before sliding down to tease his left nipple. She giggled as he bucked in his seat, cock wiggling against his wet briefs. “I forgot about it, because Haechan began kissing me.”

“Always my fault, brat.” Haechan yelped as she smacked the cane against his thigh. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s right. You’re the fucking brat. Take your clothes off, brat.”

His body blurred, clothes disappearing in a flash. She swatted his wrists when he reached for the front of her jeans, eager to assist her.

“Haechan, be a good boy and give Yangyang some kisses. He’s been alone for a while.”

Yangyang’s back straightened, head tilted upwards. Both men licked their lips as Haechan grabbed Yangyang’s shoulders.

Her fingers curled against the fabric of her panties as Haechan’s tongue touched Yangyang’s lips. Blood rushed to her clit as Yangyang whimpered against Haechan’s lips, hips bucking against the ropes and chair.

He groaned as Haechan’s hand reached under his briefs. A moment later, his wet cock was out from under the black briefs, Haechan’s skilled hands freeing it.

Breaking their kiss, Yangyang groaned, teeth gritting. Haechan’s eyes were focused on his hand stroking Yangyang’s reddening cock. Long fingers wrapped around the veiny flesh. Blurring as his strokes quickened.

Cane in hand, she pushed the end against Haechan’s shoulder as a warning. Their eyes locked as Haechan’s hand stilled. Yangyang’s high pitched yelp almost made her lose focus, half a second away from cracking a smile. Seeing his precum spurt all over Haechan’s fingers distracted her in a different way.

“Hyuck, get on your knees and clean Yangyang up with your mouth. You made him all sticky.”

“Gonna make you cum so fast,” Haechan said gently, getting onto his knees as he pumped Yangyang’s pretty cock. He kissed the wet rod, tongue swiping up Yangyang’s precum.

“Don’t.” She wiggled the end of the cane against Haechan’s armpit. His head lifted with a loud guffaw out of his mouth. “Clean his cock with your mouth. Don’t make him cum.”

“Babe-” she struck a sharp caning on top of Yangyang’s thigh, causing him to whimper as he threw his head down “-Mistress, if Haechan’s going to suck me off, can I watch?”

“LIttle pervert,” she cooed, pinching the tip of his nose for a second, “you love watching Haechan, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He licked his lips. “It’s so fucking hot when I watch Haechan eat your pussy. Or when he fucks you. Or when he does anything. Let’s watch, Mistress.”

“Go on, Hyuck,” she said, directing his mouth back to Yangyang’s fleshy spearhead, fingers grasping his knotted tresses, “show your Mistress how you give head. I need to see that my pets are good cocksuckers. But Yangyang can’t watch. Only me.”

Haechan’s eyes were heavily lidded as his tongue licked up the length of Yangyang’s cock before wrapping his mouth around the tip. A high note came out of Yangyang as he threw his head up into the air, stomach flexing inwards as he inhaled deeply. Haechan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before they shut all the way, left hand wrapping around the base of Yangyang’s rod.

“Hyuck, your mouth is working Yangyang’s cock so well.” Her sharp talons combed through his hair as he began to gently bob back and forth. Left hand pumping short strokes. Getting weak whimpers from Yangyang. “Look at you, baby. Such good breath control. My two little sluts.”

Haechan hummed as he began to bob his head faster, cheeks hollowing. Eyes open, his gaze was focused as he looked up at Yangyang. Yangyang was biting his lip - muffled groans escaping- head tilting lazily toward his left shoulder.

“Come here, Hyuck-ie.” She massaged the back of his neck to get his attention. Making eye contact with her, he thrust his head forward and backwards, refusing to stop sucking on Yangyang. “Hyuck!”

Eyes closing, his hand pumped harder. Voice humming around Yangyang’s cock. Heavy open mouth pants from Yangyang.

“Brat!” She caned his left ass cheek. “I said, come here.”

The little sluts groaned together as Haechan flinched, squeezing Yangyang’s cock. Haechan let go and stood. His hand wrapped around his stiff rod, eyes capturing hers. He gave a soft pant as he began to pump himself, eyes straining to remain open.

“Undress your Mistress, Hyuck.” Once more on the bed, she stood on her knees, dropping her cane. His soft hands reached around her, easily unhooking her bra before pulling it off. She squealed, blood rushing to her guts as he sucked on her hardening nipples. “Haechan, don’t forget my panties.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his fingers hooked onto the waistband. She stood with him as he held her tight. Hands caressing her sides, his lips were on her stomach, kisses going down to her pelvis and thighs, pressing a warm breath over her pubes.

Shaking, hands on his shoulders, she felt his tongue swirl against the hood of her clit. Her face prickled with heat - ears ringing with a screech - as she yelped, feeling Haechan’s hands clap onto her ass cheeks.

“Brat!” She shoved him off, making him land on his ass, hands catching his fall. She pressed her foot over his chest, hands on her hips. “Did I tell you to slap my ass?”

“No, Mistress,” he began, lying down flat on his back, eyes wide as he stared up at her, “but you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t help it if I want to treat you like the bratty whore you are.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Her cane whistled against the air as it flew down to make contact with Haechan’s thigh. A sharp snap joined his howl. “Get back to sucking Yangyang off, brat.”

“Damn, baby, I wish I could see this.” Yangyang yelped as she caned his thigh this time. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“You don’t deserve to have your dick sucked, brat.” Snatching the blindfold off, she straddled Yangyang before kissing him, refusing to let him get a view of the dimly lit room. He bucked up against her, sweaty hips making her slit glide against his abs. “Brat, stop making me so fucking horny.”

“Listen to that cute little whine.” Yangyang’s soft coo against her ear had her whimper before kissing him. She thrust gently, tongue flicking against his lips. “Baby, your pussy’s so wet. I can feel your juices all over my abs. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Fingers grabbing his hair, she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Biting down hard on his bottom lip before pulling him away. Yangyang’s eyes were dark, eyebrows furrowed as he licked his swollen lip.

“You talk too much, brat.” She stood, releasing his hair. She untied Yangyang, pressing wet kisses along the indentations of the ropes on his skin, knots unraveling. Tongue gliding over the welts on his thighs. Bruised skin warming her lips. “It’s your turn to show me that you’re a good cocksucker. Who’s a better cocksucker, hm?”

Yangyang immediately fell to his knees between Haechan’s spread open legs. She sat down beside Haechan, hand wrapping around his cock. Pumping it to draw out a whine from him. Sweet honey coo. He bucked up against her jerks.

“Babe-I mean, Mistress-” Yangyang planted a kiss on the inside of Haechan’s thigh as he made eye contact with her, “-how do I suck dick? I, like, I don’t think I’ll do a good job, babe. I mean, Mistress.”

“Stroke him,” she said, taking Yangyang’s hand. Guiding it to wrap around Haechan’s stiff, thick length. “Open your mouth and kiss the tip.”

Yangyang pecked the tip quickly before breaking out a wide grin, eyes averting to the ground. Raking her fingers through his sweaty hair, she bent down to kiss his cheek.

She planted a firm kiss against Haechan’s mushroomed head before opening her mouth. Flicking the pointed tip of her tongue against the slit of the tip. His sweet moan stuttered.

“Fuck me. Suck me off, both of you.” Haechan’s hand shot to the back of her head. Gentle push for her to go down.

“Brat!” She shoved his arm away before slapping his thigh. Talons digging into the fat welt she’d given him. He howled. “I’m your Mistress!”

“My balls are burning up like the Gates of Hell!” He thrust up against Yangyang’s fist. Sweet moan. Hand grasped her thigh. Reaching for her side. “Fuck, bab-Mistress, I need to be fucked to hell and back.”

“Whiny, impatient brats.” She sighed as she slapped Haechan’s aching welt. She tapped the back of her fingers against Yangyang’s cheek. “Come on, Yangyang, kiss Haechan like I showed you.”

“Can you show me again, Mistress, please? Haechan interrupted your demonstration.”

“Suck your boyfriend’s dick, brat!” She picked up the cane and snapped it against Yangyang’s ass cheek. The bed shook as he thrust against it, hissing with his eyes scrunched up.

“Mistress, please, show me so I can do it right?” Yangyang bent over and pressed his soft lips against her knee. “Please?”

“Fine.”

She bent forward, eyes shutting as the musty dew of Haechan’s musk infiltrated her senses. Her nipples ached as she hummed out sweetly onto his cock, tongue gliding against his hairy shaft. Her thighs shook - left knee bending - as Yangyang spread her legs open.

“Like this, Mistress?” He sucked on her swollen nub, fire coursing into her guts, radiating up to the tips of her nipples.Two fingers massaged her labia, tips teasing her entrance. “So wet, baby. Mistress. Yeah, sucking on Haechan like a little bratty cockwhore.”

“Fuck, Mistress, this lesson is going on long.” Haechan whimpered as he thrust hard up against her, hand grasping the back of her neck. Her throat tightened around his hot shaft, the pressure making her dizzy. “You tried, little brat. You really tried.”

Her hands fisted over his hips as he pushed her mouth up and down on his writhing cock. She gurgled and whined onto his length, eyes blinking furiously as tears refused to stop leaking out. Heat ballooning her eardrums.

Her whole body was overcome with a tight tug at the center of her core. Yangyang’s tongue dove into her cunt, nose rubbing up against her sensitive clit. Writhing tongue poking around her walls.

“Fuck her pussy.” Haechan’s voice was raspy, high notes squeaking. Fingers massaging her scalp, continually rutting against her mouth. She inhaled as she shut her eyes tight, her whole body overcome with Haechan’s musk and Yangyang’s mouth suctions. “Fuck that wet pussy, Yangyang.”

Yangyang’s lips were gone.

“Keep ordering me around like that and I’m going to shove my dick into your mouth instead.”

Tone level, dangerous.

“Fuck her pussy first.”

Haechan’s hold on her was gone. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as she opened her eyes. She finally inhaled clean air, passages freed from Haechan’s musk.

Pinned under Yangyang’s legs, Haechan was flat on his back with Yangyang’s veiny member in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. Fingers grabbing Haechan’s hair, Yangyang thrust up into Haechan, getting Haechan to choke out a whine onto his pulsating length.

“Are you taking notes, baby?” Yangyang moaned, voice shaking as he held Haechan’s face against his cock. His ass cheeks flexed as he thrust into Haechan’s mouth. “This is how you have to treat Haechan. He’s a big fucking brat.”

Nerves inflamed, her body shook. She laid down in bed beside Haechan, fingers gliding over her slit. Circling around her aching bud.

Taking Haechan’s hand, she had him pinch her nipple, making her moan. Encouraging him to pinch harder, palm kneading her soft flesh. Yangyang pulled out of Haechan’s mouth and immediately moved to lie on top of her.

“Let’s feel this slippery-” she mewled as his thumb filled her core, shoving her heat further into her “-perfect pussy, babe. I don’t know if you can take two dicks tonight. Your walls, babe, fuck. Shaking so hard.”

“Well, then,” Haechan said sitting up, “time for our little brat to swallow my cum. Brat, you tried your best to boss us around but you let Yangyang take over too fast. If you spit out any cum that means I get to ruin your pussy too.”

“How is that fair bro?” Yangyang’s thumb moved back and forth, the curve of his palm rubbed against her clit. She thrust against his hand and moaned. Mind foggy with heat. “You get a blowjob and a pussy fuck?”

“What? You want her to swallow your cum too?”

“Only if she spits out your cum.”

“Renjun!”

“WHAT?!”

Their outbursts shook the walls as they both turned to look at her, eyes wide open. Yangyang’s mouth slackened and Haechan’s teeth were bared.

“Did he fuck around with you?” Yangyang’s fingers dug into her thighs as he rubbed his cock against her slit. Her mind blanked as fire flamed over her. “Why are you calling out his name?” “You’re so rough.” She whined as his tip poked her cunt. He pushed in deeper, thumb circling her clit as her hands grabbed his sweaty shoulders. “Y-you two just like me as a f-fuck doll.” She mewled as Haechan’s lips were wrapping around her hot, sensitive nipple. “Maybe Renjun would treat me better-”

Salty precum was heating up her lips. Haechan was slipping his tip into her mouth. Forced her to wrap one hand around his shaft. Fingers on her wrist directing the speed of her strokes.

“Pretty pink lips making my cock so happy.” Haechan’s fingers flicked her nipple. “Babe, fuck, do you feel how hot my dick got from playing with your pretty titties?” He moaned, pushing his thick cock in deeper, mushroomed tip bulging against her left cheek. “Babe, your sweet voice on me - I’m going to fill you up with my cum, precious brat.”

“I’m going to record you cumming and send it to Renjun.” Yangyang bent forward, cock buried deep inside of her as he reached for the phone on her desk. “You want his attention so bad, babe. Now he’ll know how we treat you.”

She gurgled a moan as Yangyang paused to pepper kisses up and down the side of Haechan’s rib cage.

“Looking so fucking sexy. Keep playing with our brat’s perfect body. Brat, do you feel how fucking sexy you two are?”

She mewled onto Haechan’s cock as Yangyang thrust hard up into her. Red blinded her, eyes shut tight. Her ears were ringing, head heavy as she fought to raise her head.

Yangyang swore incoherently as his hand on her hip began to ache, cock pumping in and out of her furiously. Hand clamping her jaw open, Haechan grunted.

Eyes open - drifting up Haechan’s glistening toned body - she widened her mouth. His teeth were gritted together tight, eyes heavily hooded. Milking his cock, the hot thick cum dribbled out from his fleshy red tip.

Her tongue and cheeks radiated with his cum’s heat. Lights inflamed in his eyes as his tongue flicked against his two front teeth.

“Swallow it, brat.” She shut her mouth and refused to look away as she felt Haechan’s musty warmth ride down her throat towards her stomach. He pushed one knuckle against her lips. Chest swelled with pride. “Being so obedient. Cum on Yangyang’s cock, baby.”

“Brat!” Yangyang’s grip on her hips tightened. She whined as Yangyang’s cock curved left deeper into her, hitting her in a new spot. Flames catapulted up to her chest. “Fucking-you-so-fucking-hard-fucking-brat.”

“Yangyang! Yangyang! P-please.” Haechan’s lips wet her earlobe. He was laid down on his side beside her, eyes fixed on Yangyang’s cock fucking her. “H-haechan, b-babe, I want to cum.”

“Little brat.” Haechan’s fingers pinched her nipples as his lips sucked the pulse on her neck. Yangyang groaned as he stilled, balls deep. Haechan pinched and tugged on her slickened nub. “Didn’t Yangyang say you’d be just like this? Begging us to fuck your little hole.”

Her eyes shut, body ablaze as Haechan used two fingers to milk her clit with his mouth sucking and biting her left tit.

Yangyang’s panting was becoming raspier, voice hitching up high as he sped up his pace. As her thighs squeezed his hips, she moaned, orgasm sending all the fire up to her head.

“Yangyang!”

Haechan hummed against her lips, tongue licking her. Her cries were muffled as his tongue invaded her mouth.

“Fuck!” Yangyang slowed his thrusts as his hips jerked hard against her. He groaned, cum warming her insides. She whimpered into Haechan’s mouth as Yangyang railed her fast, fingers pinching her hips. “Squishy little pussy. You’re filled up with our cum.”

The heavy pants from his open mouth was the only sound she could focus on. A shiver tingled up her spine when he spoke.

“Babe, you two should have gotten beer.”

Haechan caressed her cheek as he broke their kiss. She smiled, feeling Haechan’s lips kissing the tears off the corners of her eyes. At last, she opened her eyes to see Yangyang seated to her right and Haechan to her left.

“My thirst has been quenched,” she said, feeling Yangyang’s arms under her body. He pulled her onto his lap, hand stroking down her side to grope her ass. Nestling her head against his chest, her eyes closed. “You can check if there’s rosé in my fridge.”

“Did we fuck you out?” Haechan’s voice was beside her ear before she felt wet lips on the side of her neck. “Little brat, beautiful fuckdoll slut of ours.” His finger glided over her cheek. Wet kiss on her shoulder. “You sure you don’t want to join us in the kitchen? Rosé tastes better with some essence of Donghyuck in your throat.”

She couldn’t open her eyes, but managed to smile. One short chuckle escaping her lips.

“Maybe next time. When I finally get to play with your asshole.”

“Hey, what?” Yangyang’s voice was clear. Tone rising an octave. “You were talking about anal play without me?”

“That’s how she baited me here.”

“Brats.” She chuckled lazily, feeling their wet kisses on her face. “Go have your wine. I’m so sleepy. Thank you for fucking me so good.”

“You did good playing Mistress tonight.” Yangyang set her down on the bed before palming her ass. And then her tit. “But I was right that you’re our little brat.”

“I can’t wait to see more of our Mistress.” Haechan’s tongue wet the back of her ear. “Let me know how soon you want to play with us again, brat.”

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Thank you for reading, always!

Love, CC 💚

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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Worried About You

My first poly piece! I like poly Marco x reader x Ace, so I wrote this. For reference, this is set in a post apocalypse. Reader is Gender Neutral. Fluff/Comfort.

How had the world come to this? How had things turned out like this? Huddling in an old abandoned house, staring out the window and waiting for the rain to pass. You glanced over at your blond haired companion, one of the few silver linings in this bleak new world.

“Marco?” you asked, making the man turn towards you, letting out a slight ‘hm’, “Do you think Ace will get back okay? I’m worried about him.” you said, looking once more out into the rain. You hoped he wasn’t caught out in this.

“Ace will be fine, yoi. You know how strong he is, besides, he’s too stubborn to die.” Marco said with a chuckle, thinking about the black haired young man.

“I know, but this rain, it’s-”

“Don’t, it’ll be okay, yoi. Trust me, it’ll be fine… come here.” Marco said, beckoning with his hand. You crawled over to the blond, sitting in his lap and letting him wrap his arms around you. It was a couple hours after the rain stopped that Ace ran into the house, slamming the door behind him. He had new cuts and scrapes, he was worn out, and he looked like he wanted to collapse, but he still smiled. His old green pack was replaced with a large backpack that he tossed on the floor in front of you.

“Sorry I’m late, I found a supermarket that still had food! The backpack was uh… found… on the floor.” Ace added, looking away briefly before glancing at you and Marco. The boy huffed, his cheeks bubbling out into a pout.

“Oh, so while I’m away doing all the hard work, you two get to cuddle up with each-” Ace’s sentence was cut off when you tackle hugged the boy.

“I was so worried about you!” you cried, arms wrapped around his neck as you held him close.

“Sorry, Firefly. Didn’t mean to make you two worry.” Ace said soothingly, running his hand up and down your back.

“It’s good to see you back, Ace, yoi. Even better to see you back with supplies.” Marco said with a smile, putting a large hand on his other lover’s shoulder. Ace smiled and nodded at the older man as you slowly pulled away.

“So what’d you make me worry so much over?” you asked, turning towards the pack that was still on the floor. You knew that there was a high chance that it was 99% food, but with his appetite, that was alright, at least you were all getting enough to eat.

“Well, since I had time to burn with all the rain, I ate while I was there, so I grabbed some other things we need like blankets, flashlights, all that fun stuff that you and Marco keep telling me I should focus more on.” Ace said with a grin, surprising you, “I did get food, but since I already ate, I didn’t need to grab as much. If we make another trip or two out, we could probably stay here for another few days, maybe a week or two!” the boy said, practically vibrating in excitement.

“We should still probably move on before the end of the week, yoi. I know you both want somewhere to stay for a while, but it’s safer if we don’t.” Marco said, making you both nod, a little bummed out, but still happy to have the supplies.

“I suppose you’re right, there’s no telling when people will realize this place still has supplies and come running.” you said with a sigh, feeling a little less cheery than you had been a moment ago.

“Don’t worry, little bird, we’ll be alright, yoi.” Marco said, giving you a small smile. You smiled back and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. You felt Ace behind you, wrapping his arms around you and Marco in a three way hug. Marco smiled at the younger man, leaning over you to kiss Ace’s forehead before placing a kiss on top of your head as well.

“We should take care of your wounds, Ace. Even something minor could get infected, afterwards, why don’t we wrap ourselves up in those new blankets you found and get some sleep, yoi?” Marco suggested, you and Ace nodding in agreement. As soon as Ace was covered seemingly head to toe in bandaids, the three of you curled under a fluffy blue and red swirled blanket that Ace pulled out of the bag.

“There were others, but I liked this one best.” he said with a small laugh, “actually, I built a blanket fort out of the leftovers while I waited out the rain earlier.” Ace added, a playful smile at the thought of his blanket fort.

“You dork! Making me worry while you build a blanket fort.” you teased, the three of you laughing, curled up under the blankets. While sleeping on the floor was significantly less comfortable than sleeping in a bed, it was made better by the presence of your lovers and the knowledge that they were both okay, for now at least.

#OP Marco #OP Ace #one piece marco #one piece ace #poly relationship #marco x reader x ace #GN neutral reader #gender neutral reader #post apocalyptic

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sxnnimoon · 3 years

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Little One pt.3

Here is part 3 my pretty's! Hope you enjoy! And as always my requests are open. Happy reading!

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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You couldn’t tell if it was real or not, the sensation you were feeling was almost euphoric. Looking under the covers you saw the culprit. Jungkook was between your legs devouring you. You let out a moan to let him know you were fully aware of what he was doing.

He looked up at you.

“Good morning baby.” He smiled before continuing.

He knew you were close just by the tone in your moans.

“Cum baby, let go.” He whispered.

You cried out before releasing into his mouth.

He cleaned you up smiling at what he just did.

You pulled him up to cuddle you.

“Thank you Kookie.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, tickling you. “Breakfast will get cold then.”

Your head popped up at the thought of food. You got up, still naked from last night's activities. You went ahead and threw your robe on not bothering to put on clothes.

“Let’s go.” He said throwing you over his shoulder running to the dining room.

You were a giggling mess.

He finally put you down, your babies were already there waiting for you, they had dropped their suits for lounge wear. You liked seeing them like this.

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi said.

“We asked you to wake her,” Namjoon said.

“I did.” Kook protested.

“With his mouth.” You smirked digging into your breakfast.

They all groaned, wishing they had thought to do that.

Jungkook had the biggest grin on his face.

“No whining,” you said. “We have too much to do today before we leave.”

They nodded in agreement.

Once you all finished eating, they each took the liberty of cleaning up for you.

You were currently in your closet trying to pick out the best outfits for Italy. You knew not to over do it as they were no doubt going to spoil you.

You were looking at all your fancier dresses as you knew they would want nothing more than to party while on this vacation. You brought you short but high cut silver dress that drove Yoongi crazy but also your black dress with the all mesh skirt that had slits down either side. After choosing your shoes you made the final touches for lingerie and zipped up your suitcase.

You walked over to Namjoons room as he never knew what to pack, so being the good wife you were, you decided to get it out of the way for him.

After making sure everything was packed, you changed and decided to get in a few laps in the pool.

Walking out you noticed Taehyung had the same idea as you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You smiled at him.

Hi my little dove.” He smiled up at you. “Hop in.”

“I think I like the view from over here.” You smirked sitting at the edge of the pool.

He instantly swam over to you. He stopped a few feet in front of you. You could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him slowly going to get up.

But it was too late. He splashed you.

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” You shouted.

His eyes went wide, he knew he fucked up. He ducked under the water trying to swim away but you jumped in after him, catching him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said arms up in defense.

“Sure you are.” You said before dunking him underwater.

He quickly recovered. Shaking out his hair in your face.

You glare at him before swimming to the shallow end.

“Oh come on baby.” He pouted at you. “Don’t be like that.”

He pulled you closer to him. Wrapping your legs around him.

“I’m not falling for it.” You said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“You know you wanna.” He said kissing your jaw and neck.

You knew he was right, you practically were putty in his hands. You just had to give in.

“Be quick about it,” you began. “Lunch won’t cook itself.”

“I’ll be quick.” He smirked, moving your bottoms to the side.

He slid in with ease. You moaned at the sensation. He was definitely thicker than the others. He set a quick and fast pace that would get you both off. It didn’t take long for that to happen. He was out of breath.

“Will you two get out of the pool?” Jin said a bit sternly. “We have things to do. That can all wait.”

Jin helped you out of the pool.

“I’m sure you want me twice as bad right now.” You said running a finger down his pants.

He shivered under your touch.

“Don’t tempt me, little one.” He gave you a hard look.

You just smirked running off after Tae.

Night was setting in and you had to be on a plane in 5 hours. You hand the luggage placed in front of the door doing a final count.

“I have 6,” you yelled. “Who's missing?”

“We’re coming!” Shouted Kookie and Jimin.

“Of course it would be you two.” Yoongi said.

“Play nice.” You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Only for you.” He cooed in your ear.

“You’ve gone soft.” Hobi said.

“Only for her.” Yoongi smiled.

“Okay, does everyone have what they need.” You smiled at them.

They all responded with yes. You couldn’t wait to spend time with them in Rome. You all piled into the limo and headed for your jet. Once the flight took off Kookie was already passed out. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek, making him smile in his sleep.

You moved your attention back to your book. It was a gift from Joonie, ever since you got it you could not put it down. You yawned.

“Get some sleep kitten.” Yoongi said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You nodded, soon falling asleep to him running circles on your thigh. You had woken up just in time for landing.

“Morning jagiya.” Jimin smiled. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Once off the plane it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. Everyone was tired over the 13+ hour flight. You just wanted to get to the villa and crash.

Pulling up to the place you were in awe. It was right by the water with a private beach. It was just you guys. The scenery looked out of a movie. You really picked a good place for this long week.

“The place is beautiful princess.” Taehyung came up behind you.

Walking in the place was huge. It had large windows, A giant kitchen. It was heaven. You took notice of the cats that walked around the back of the villa throughout the garden.

One in particular caught your eyes. She was black with a white spot in the shape of a heart on her forehead. She was gorgeous. Overlooking the garden it had a gazebo and waterfall towards the center. It was covered in roses. Moving on to the bedrooms there were 8 in total. The boys would each get their own room as you would yourself. Even though some of them would no doubt be sleeping in your room. You all were finally settling in but you were far from wanting to just sleep. You wanted to go out and explore, though you knew they wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“I wanna do something.” you pouted, plopping down on the couch next to Namjoon.

“We’ll do things tomorrow baby.” Hoseok said.

“But I wanna go swimming.” you whined.

“Don’t start.” Jin warned.

“Fine.” you said getting up.

They assumed you gave in but you had other plans in mind. You slowly began undressing as you walked to the back door leading to the private beach.

“I’m going down by the water.” you called out not bothering to look at them.

“Oka- Y/N!” Jin yelled.

The yell caught all of their attention. You took that as your que to run for the water. The sun was already setting and thankfully you chose a place where no one would disturb you all. You were almost to the water, looking back you saw all seven of them running after you. As soon as the water hit your feet you dove right in, they all stopped right at the edge.

“Y/n get over here, Now!” Yoongi yelled.

“Cut the shit lets go.” Hobi said after him.

“Come in and get me.” you smirked, putting your head back and swimming a bit farther.

“You’re being a brat right now and I’m not having it.” Taehyung said.

“Come in daddy, the water feels nice.” you rubbed your hands on your breasts pushing them up a bit.

“That's it.” Yoongi said before throwing his shoes off and running in after you.

A hint of regret sank in as Yoongi was not one to get into water. You really were in for it now.

“Are we gonna do this the easy way or hard way?” he said with a growl.

You looked him in the eyes almost pleading and to say sorry.

“Don’t be shy now kitten, you’re in for it now.” he chuckled, lifting you over his shoulders giving your ass a hard slap.

Walking past the others they just chuckled at the look on your face. You looked to them for help, but nothing.

The trip up to your room seemed like it took forever, the hallway seemed to look longer than usual. As soon as you were in your room he set you on the bed still showing some kindness but that would soon be over with.

“I’m going to grab something and I expect you to be laid down and spread out for me.” he said power within his words.

To say you weren’t turned on was an understatement. You were dripping. The dom in Yoongi was what you lived for. Just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you moan.

He re-entered the room with silk ropes in his hand. You knew them all too well. He had brought them from home.

“Wrists kitten.” he said.

You held them up.

“So obedient.” he cooed, tying the ropes tight but not too tight.

“I’m sorry baby.” you pouted as he kissed down your body.

“Apologies won’t save you now, little one.” he said, kissing your thighs.

He ran a finger down your folds causing you to buck forward.

“None of that.” he said looking up at you.

He began teasing you, his mouth was of an expert. He knew you were about to come just by how whiny you were getting. He stopped as soon as you were about to let go.

You let out a groan. Only to be flipped over.

“What did I tell you?” he said climbing on you, pulling you up by your hair causing you to moan. “You come when I tell you.” he let go of your hair.

You had arched your back waiting for him to do something.

“Yoongi?” you began. “Are you still the-” you yelled out at the feeling of him entering you.

“You really need to start behaving kitty.” he groaned, slapping your ass.

“But II-I like riling you up.” you moaned out best you could.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up the pace.

You cried out.

“Be. A good. Girl.” he said between thrusts. “And you might be able to come.”

He kept pounding into you, you were sure the whole villa could hear you.

“I’m close baby.” you whined out.

“Hold on kitten, I'm always there.” he breathed out.

You were a moaning mess.

“Cum kitty.” he said running circles on your clit.

You screamed out reaching your high, soon after he followed with his.

He crawled up to you, untying your wrists.

“You really gotta listen baby.” he caressed your face.

“I just wanted to have some fun.” you pouted.

“I know,” he said. “Take a nap and I'll get you when dinner is ready.”

You nodded while closing your eyes. He smiled and kissed your head.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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Hi there! Welcome to my blog!

I figure since I’ve gained a quite a few new followers as of late, it’s about time for one of these! Please take the time to read if you can!

I’m Zed! I primarily go by She/They pronouns, though I don’t really care what pronouns you use. I’m 25+ years old! I’m chronically ill, so updates may be slow! Please keep that in mind when requesting something! This is a side blog I have dedicated to stuff I hyperfixate over! I post a lot of shit posts, but I also enjoy writing stuff on here, occasionally posting art, and reblogging things I like related to my interests. That being said, this is primarily a writing/idea discussion blog. Even though this is a writing blog, feel free to send in any ideas, headcanons, art, or writings you have! I love to discuss ideas for characters, and love to hear other people’s thoughts! Or if you just wanna chat too! I’m also Silver Anon on Jes’ blog smallestapplin, and Dom!Reader Anon on Ro’s blog r0-boat! If you want to write or draw something based off of anything written here, you have my permission, just make sure to tag me if you do! I love seeing different people’s work! My chatting tag is Zed.talks, so block that if you want to filter random chatter! PLEASE NOTE: This blog contains 18+ and occasional dark content! Things will be tagged appropriately, but if I miss something, please let me know! My 18+ tag is Spicy Stuff🔥, so make sure to block that tag if you don’t want to see it. All Dark and 18+ content will also be hidden under a Read More. MINORS PLEASE DNI. THIS IS A 18+ ACCOUNT AND I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH YOU FOLLOWING IF YOU ARE A MINOR. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Rules: This blog focuses heavily on Canon x Reader content! I will not write Canon x Canon, or OC x OC. Poly characters x Reader is fine. Please avoid using names when requesting something. Such as my own, or your own. This is a character x reader blog. Not a Zed x character blog, or a specific person x character blog. All works will be written in second person to the best of my ability. Please don’t use first person when requesting things or submitting things. All reader inserts will use gender neutral terms unless specified otherwise. This is my blog. If I’m uncomfortable with requests, or an AU or idea going around, I have the right to set boundaries and not engage any further. If you continue to push once boundaries are set, you will be blocked. I also reserve the right to delete an ask if it makes me uncomfortable, thank you for understanding. Do not harass other blogs mentioned in this one either. You will be blocked by myself, and any blogs you harass. Harassing myself or others is not condoned here. What I will absolutely NOT write:

Cheating

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Scat and piss

Vore

Cannibalism (Blood drinking is fine.)

Dismemberment

Racist and anti LGBTQA+ content

If you send something in on this list, it will be deleted. If it’s not on the list or you aren’t sure, feel free to ask about it first before sending something in. If I find something uncomfortable, I will not write it, but I will let you know if I’m okay with stuff about it being sent in instead. - Things I’m currently interested in:

Pokemon (Hyperfocusing on BW and PLA, but I write for the other games too)

Devil May Cry

Payday 2

Metroid

Legend of Zelda

JJBA (Specifically Parts 1-4)

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Castlevania

Stardew Valley

There are others, but those are the main ones that come to mind. If you aren’t sure about it, make sure to ask!

My character limit per ask is currently 3! Try not to go over that, please! I’m currently on a small break! Sorry in advance!

Thank you for taking time to read this! As of right now, my ask box is CLOSED!

If you wish to send something in, please make sure it is properly tagged if it contains dark content. Thank you.

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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Date Night • The Marauders

(Gif not mine)

Request: Maybe like a poly!marauders x (she/her) reader where they just spend a day together :) like you can write smut If you’d like, but yea maybe they can go out to eat id like to see a dynamic in a poly relationship w them. Thank you!! Love your writing <3 — anon

Summary: Date nights are rare, but tonight, you go out for ice cream with your partners

Warnings: Food and eating!! The entire fic is about eating, so please stay safe! If you have a peanut allergy no you don’t. Also, if you’re lactose intolerant like me, uhhhh pretend there’s a potion for that I guess, kinda implied first Wizarding war, smallest hint of steaminess

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Remus=Ross, James=Chandler, Sirius=Joey, right? This took me like weeks to finish...but overall I kinda like it. Let me know what you think, and love you all ❤️

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The four of you very rarely had free time.

Between missions and meetings, you and your partners almost never had time off, and even when you did, one of you would still be busy. One of you would still be undercover or stuck debriefing the latest mission with Mad-Eye for hours.

So it’s weird to find yourself situated on the couch, Sirius’ head resting on your lap and Remus on the other end, stuck with his feet. James shuffles around in the kitchen behind you, stuck with dish duty after almost setting your flat on fire.

Sirius snuggles deeper into your thigh, evidently still exhausted from the previous day’s mission he was tasked with.

The flat is mostly quiet, the only sounds coming from Remus turning the pages of his novel and the ceramic plates clashing together as they get put away. The sun slowly sets outside, basking your living room in glowing orange in light.

You run your fingers through the mess of dark curls splayed out on your lap, always lustrous and soft to the touch. He hums deeply in approval.

A sharp clap from behind jolts you out of your peaceful thoughts.

You crane your neck to watch as James throws on his denim jacket.

“I believe that we,” He starts, eyeing the three of you. “deserve a date night.”

Instantly, a smile grows across your face. The last time the four of you had a proper date night, it was 1979 and Queen had just released a new song, which meant that Sirius needed to celebrate with all of you at the pub getting absolutely pissed.

Since you all joined the Order, all your free time has been sucked down the drain.

So that’s why the mere suggestion of the normally elusive date night makes you feel all giddy inside. You would’ve gotten up from your comfortable position to throw your coat on if it wasn’t for Sirius practically securing you to the cushions.

“But James...” He groans.

“Oh c’mon, Pads, we haven’t been on a proper date since—“

“Last year.” Remus interjects, shutting his book before placing it onto the coffee table. “But then again, you were too drunk for it to actually be considered a date.”

“Don’t blame me, blame Freddie and his Merlin given voice.” Sirius muses, still laying on your thigh. His fingers dance around your kneecap.

Remus slowly eases himself off the couch, joining James by the front door.

“Fine.” You hear James shrug. “We’ll just leave you here to suffer while Remus, (Y/n), and I go out to Florean’s.”

This seems to grab his attention, because he perks up just enough for you to slide out of his grasp.

You end up at Remus’s side, clinging to his grey jumper as you excitedly pull on your shoes.

“Ice cream?” Sirius asks, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Without me?”

“It doesn’t have to be without you, Sirius.” You retort, sandwiched between James and Remus. “If you get your arse over here, we won’t have to leave you.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” Sirius huffs, hands raised in mock surrender, dragging himself over to the front door.

He waves his wand, boots zipping out of the closet and slipping onto his feet, his dark leather jacket covering his white shirt on its own.

“What, are simple tasks too hard for you now?” Remus teases, lightly bumping his shoulder into Sirius’.

“We’ve got magic for a reason, Moons.” The shorter of the two rolls his eyes. “Might as well use it.”

Remus opens his mouth to retort but James swiftly interrupts their bickering.

“I swear to Godric Gryffindor himself, (Y/n) and I will leave both you gits here.”

There’s grumbling from the two of them, but it becomes garbled once James throws an arm around you and Apparates you to Diagon Alley.

Your brain feels like it’s spinning in your skull and your stomach tugs familiarly at your naval. Sure you’ve Apparated many many times before, but it’s simply not fun no matter what.

As per usual, Diagon Alley is loud. Children and drunkards laugh, spells and fireworks whizz passed your ears, people in heels trot across the cobblestone path.

It’s places like Diagon Alley that remind you why you love magic so much.

James’ arm is still heavy on your shoulders as you watch people in cloaks and tall hats rush by you.

There’s a startling crack behind you and you and James turn around to see your other partners. Sirius might have a few new purple bruises littered across his collar bones and Remus might have a smug look plastered across his face, but no one says anything. Remus throws the two of you a silent wink as Sirius hangs off of him.

“Gonna hold my hand, Moony?” James questions, his arm outstretched.

Remus eagerly takes it, fingers interlocking.

So the four of you are connected as you stroll down the street. Your face is buried into James’ denim jacket, the faint smell of grass stains and broom oil an already welcomed scent. In the middle, James and Remus have their shoulders rubbing together as they walk, James’ thumb most likely tracing figure eights between his knuckles like he always does. Lastly, it seems like Sirius had changed his position enough to stick a hand in Remus’ back pocket.

The sun continues to dip lower below the horizon, resulting in candles and lanterns being lit in every dark corner. Children are ushered inside homes and adults start to flock towards the pubs.

With the looming threat of dark and dangerous wizards, people aren’t taking their chances, safety in numbers and safety indoors being popular within the village.

Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor is lit up in a rainbow of colors as always, and the sweet scent of ice cream drifts through the air. People sit in crowds outside the shop, enjoying their treats on the sidewalk or some even spread out on the street.

“So what’re you going for today, Jamie?” You ask as your little group enters the shop.

A little bell sounds from above you, barely heard over the boisterous laughter and rowdy conversations that surround you.

Unlike you, Sirius, and Remus, James doesn’t have a signature flavor. He had to have a different kind every visit. So while Remus had already ordered his strawberries and cream in a waffle cone and Sirius is eyeing his peanut butter ice cream, James is still perusing his options like a little kid.

Your own ice cream starts to melt a bit while you’re waiting.

James squints his eyes at the names, despite his glasses already resting on the bridge of his nose.

“You haven’t done toffee apple in a bit, Prongs.” Sirius points, his finger making contact with the cool glass barrier.

“You’re right.” James hums. “Thanks.” He presses a quick kiss to Sirius’ stubbled cheek before ordering his ice cream.

There’s a small open table across the way, lit up by a few lanterns, which the four of you claim.

There’s a very slight breeze that makes you cuddle up to Remus’ soft jumper.

Desperate to talk about something other than the current state of affairs, James gets caught up talking the Wimbourne Wasps and their new Beater, Ludovic Bagman.

You watch Sirius, tongue poking ever so slightly out of the corner of his mouth, try to sneak a scoop of James’ ice cream while he’s distracted.

Attempting to hide your amusement, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth, feigning interest in the Quidditch talk.

You watch the spoon make an indent and it’s halfway to Sirius’ mouth before—

“Oi!”

The silver spoon freezes abruptly, and grey eyes widen significantly.

“Is that why you suggested toffee apple? So you could nick some of my bloody ice cream?” James gasps dramatically, mouth agape in shock.

“Where’re your manners, James?” Sirius retorts, licking his spoon. “Sharing is caring.”

His hazel eyes narrow. “I don’t know, Black, that looked more like thievery to me.”

“Well let’s take it to our very own Wizengamot, then.” Sirius loudly gestures to you and Remus.

“Well I’m sure that for a wee bit of ice cream, (Y/n) and I, as key witnesses to the whole event, can clear the air.” Remus smirks, biting into his cone.

Sirius swiftly pushes the rest of his ice cream across the table, not even trying to be discrete about his offering. You and Remus start to dig in.

“Bribery!” James shouts, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. “This trial is a load of bullshit!”

“Sorry James, can’t hear you over how good this is.” Remus remarks with his mouth full.

You lick your spoon, watching the theatrics.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” James straightens his glasses and runs a hand through his hair in playful frustration.

“Aw, Jamie...you want some of mine?” You pout, offering some of your own frozen dessert.

“At least someone at this table loves me.” James grumbles, sticking a spoon into your bowl.

Sirius sticks his tongue out.

“Hey, I never said Sirius was cleared of all charges.” Remus raises a scarred brow.

“What?” Sirius snaps. “But I bribed you!”

You snicker at his balled up fists.

“So you admit to the bribery, you might as well admit to the thievery while you’re at it.” He finishes the bowl, licking the last of it from his spoon.

“Oh how the tables have turned.” James smugly points out.

Sirius childishly pouts, opting to pick at his black painted fingernails.

“We should have date nights more often.” James chuckles, clinking your spoons together.

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#the marauders x reader #the marauders #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the marauders fanfiction #James potter fluff #sirius black fluff #remus lupin fluff #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #tw food #tw food mention

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someh0eontheinternet · 3 years

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Hey to whoever is reading this. Welcome to my blog! 🦋🌱🌸🌍💫✨☀️🌹

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓸:

This blog will mainly consist of headcannons of various anime and ESPECIALLY Pokemon characters so if you like Pokemon you have certainly come to the right place!

There will be a alot of anime shit too because what’s a girl without her anime ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There will also be oneshots too if you’re more into that, but mostly head cannons.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽

I write mainly Pokemon and Anime stuff, but I am unfortunately restricted to the anime I have watched. I watch most mainstream anime (because im a basic bitch like that lol) but I may not know much about the anime you may like (for instance, I have not yet watched Demon Slayer, therefore I cannot write about it.)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

❤ My Hero Academia [BNHA]

❤ Attack on Titan

❤ Hunter x Hunter

❤ Haikyuu!!

❤ Ouran High School Host Club

❤ Assassination Classroom

❤ Deltora Quest

❤ Free! (Iwatobi Swim Club)

❤ Yuri on Ice!!!

❤ Black Butler

❤ Karen (Chibi Vampires)

❤ Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid (excluding Kanna)

❤ One Punch Man

❤ Future Diary

❤ Kiss Him Not Me!

P.S. That’s all I can think of right now, but you can still send in a request that isn’t on this list because I might have just forgot to put it on here.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝓟𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✿ Generation 1 (Red, Blue, Yellow)

✿ Generation 2 (Gold, Silver, Crystal)

✿ Generation 3 (Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald)

✿ Generation 4 (Diamond, Pearl, Platinum)

✿ Generation 5 (Black, White, B2W2)

✿ Generation 6 (X, Y)

✿ Generation 7 (Sun, Moon, USUM)

✿ Generation 8 (Sword, Shield)

(especially Gen 8 rn because I just finished the game and I’m going through a “omg Raihan is so hot” phase lol help me)

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼

Requests are always open!! ❤️❤️ It is the biggest complement as a writer to get a request from somebody who genuinely enjoys your writing and wants to see more, so I am more than happy to accept any requests you may have.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

That being said, I do still have some rules regarding any requests that are made that must be followed.

𝓡𝓤𝓛𝓔𝓢:

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧:

General Head cannons, Scenarios, One-shots

Comfort Characters

Fem-reader/ Gender-neutral reader/ Male-reader - (upon request)

Straight, Lesbian, and Gay relationships (this is anLGBTQ+ safe space!!) (Besides, I’m Pansexual myself so I will be writing for girl x girl characters a lot too

This blog will focus of character x reader content only. There will not be any character x character on here sorry, there are plenty of other places on the internet to find those tho don’t worry haha.

Yandere character inserts are allowed (and encouraged haha) just nothing too overly gory or violent.

Poly relationships are allowed as well, just please specify if you would like it to be an actual poly relationship or a love triangle instead, all are welcome.

Specific x readers can be written upon request (example:chubby.reader; mute.reader; tall.reader; shy.reader; ect.). The more detail the better!!

Anyone can request! Whether you have an account or you’re an anon, it doesn’t matter. All are welcome!!

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧:

NSFW (This may change in the future, but as of now I don’t feel comfortable writing that sort of thing - there will however be mild fluff and romance, just not any full out lemons.)

Gore, torture, death; etc. - That’s not what this blog is about.

No self harm or suicide themes.

No drugs either. (Alcohol is fine tho - for example “character x drunk reader.”)

Characters will be aged up. If I get any requests for characters who are extremely underage like Kanna from Dragon Maid or Allister from Pokemon you’re getting blocked and reported. This is a safe space.

No furry shit (I respect if any of you are into that but I am not and will not be writing about it.)

I will swear occasionally in my writing so just a fair warning.

Mental health issues in fine (example: character comforts reader after anxiety attack/ or depression), but as I mentioned before, no suicide or self-harm. It may trigger some people.

No bully-like behaviour towards anyone who’s part of this blog. Supportive language only.

And lastly... no touching my precious Raihan he’s mine!!

Hehe jk maybe not that last one. We can share. ^.^

Anyways, that about sums everything up! Thank you so much for reading and I hope to see you on some of my other posts, and maybe even a request or two if you life wat you see.

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minniepetals · 4 years

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Rose & Thorns: 01

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!jungkook x reader / future!bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 3.4k

— warnings: orphan reader, bits of insecurities kicked in here and there

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10

"Hi there."

In the dark and deep dungeon where Jungkook laid, his head perked up at the sound of a lady's voice and his brows furrowed. A girl? What was a girl doing in a part of the village where the villagers have deemed to be the most dangerous zone? Surely guards must have surrounded the area with tough security, right? So how did you manage to go past it?

"I'm Y/N," he heard the voice again and a soft scoff left him.

You were probably just there curious to see the dragon those infamous soldiers have managed to catch.

"I am..." you trailed off and he found himself waiting for what you had to say, "I am the keeper of the dragon."

Keeper.

He never imagined a girl to be a keeper.

"Damn, that sounds weird," he heard you mumble to yourself, a light chuckle leaving your lips. "But anyways," you went on, "it'll be just you and me for a while because no one else wanted to take up the role of the keeper except I. Which is fine, I've always wanted to take up a task as big as this. Oh, and you must be hungry so I brought you food. Trust me though, no one has poisoned it so don't be shy and starve yourself, alright?"

Shy, Jungkook scoffed to himself. What would a dragon ever be shy about? He could rip you to pieces if he wanted.

Too bad the chains around him kept him from escaping and doing anything rash.

He sighed, ignoring your ongoing ramblings and thought back on how in the world he managed to get caught in the first place.

His hyungs have always warned him about going hunting around the areas where humans settled but there was more prey there so he decided to take up the challenge. He should have told someone yet his rebellious side allowed him to go off on his own without a word to his own clan.

That was how the humans got to him, dragon hunters, they'd call themselves.

Stabbed on his arm as he was flying about the sky and near the ground. That didn't entirely weaken him but because of the fact that he was caught off guard and they held spears and ropes, Jungkook struggled to get away so, in the end, he woke up after being unconscious, locked up in some sort of dungeon with his neck chained up that extended to the wall to keep him from escaping.

The chain around his neck was hurting him far more than he expected but what could he do?

Maybe his clan would come looking for him. But with the fact that he had told no one where he was heading off to, Jungkook doubted they'd be able to track him down that easily.

"Are you alright?" You asked him the next day but he gave you no words. Still, despite his silence, you went on and on about all sorts of stories probably out of boredom.

He didn't know what you were doing, why you decided to take up the role of a keeper when everyone else in your village was in fear of him. Were you brave or just a fool? He had no idea what to conclude.

But for some reason, as the days passed and he was forced to listen to all of your endless stories, Jungkook was glad for your presence. Maybe it was the fact that he would have gone crazy if he wasn't around anyone for a while. Maybe because you actually sounded like someone who wasn't scared of him, someone who was a little different from those villagers, and someone who was treating him as a normal being.

Whatever it was, he was glad for your presence that replaced the warmth of his hyung's arms.

"You ate!" You rejoiced the second you came back early one morning.

It was funny how excited and happy you were about the fact that he actually ate something. He didn't know what you looked like because he never cared to head into the light, where you were, but your voice alone was sweet, something that told him you were a pure sweet being who enjoyed the little things in life.

You reminded him of Hoseok and Taehyung in that sense, and the feeling of nostalgia came rushing over him.

He missed home.

"Do you have a family?" You asked suddenly, sitting down at the exact same spot you would always sit at. "I had a family but they've gone and now my families are the villagers. But lately, they think I've gone crazy because I still haven't run away from this place and still visit it each and every day. But I'm not crazy, trust me!" He wanted to laugh at how defensive you were despite his silence. You were cute. "It's just that whatever job I am given, I never give up even if it gives me a hard time — not that this job is giving me a hard time, I actually enjoy this believe it or not."

Why is that? Jungkook wanted to ask.

And as if reading his mind, you answered "It's lonely back in the village. You don't talk much but that's alright, it's better to have a silent presence than abandonment and someone who rambles about how stupid and crazy I am."

Had something happened? Your voice was growing somber.

"I'm so sorry." It came out into a breathless whisper, as if you were recalling a lost memory, as if you were on the verge of crying. "I'm so sorry they've kept you locked up in here," you said. "Trust me, if I was the chief villager and had the power to have others nodding at my commands, I'd tell them to set you free."

What?

"I've already done it once but was cast away and told to just continue doing my job. They're so cruel," you mumbled through a pout. "You must have a family that misses you but I can't even do anything to help you except ramble on and on about useless things which aren't helpful at all. I'm so sorry."

Why were you apologizing when none of it had been your fault? Why were you blaming yourself for the villager's actions?

"Would you rather I kept silent instead of rambling? I'm so sorry, you must be annoyed with me, right? I can-"

"Don't."

You froze, head quick to shoot up upon hearing his voice for the first time. Jungkook was surprised too. He never thought he'd ever say a word, but the deeds were done so he convinced himself whatever, he had already spoken so he might as well do some more.

"Don't stop talking," he said again, "I like your voice...Y/N."

A small smile spreads across your face, creating a beaming glow and with just hearing his voice and pretty words, and a drop of tear fell from your eyes.

"R-really?" You asked, standing up from where you sat as you held the silver bars in front of you, trying to look for him. But it was too dark to see.

A long silence passed and then, light footsteps. Footsteps of a human walking and you held your breath.

Bit by bit, little by little, you watched with a piercing gaze, waiting until he finally walked into the light. Your breath hitched at the sight of a man around your age, shirtless with scars all over him from the events of when he had gotten caught and old scars from elsewhere.

He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. With a sharp gaze and jawlines that could cut straight through the silver bars.

When Jungkook saw you, he had to blink for a moment. He wasn't too surprised by your beauty. Your voice was incredibly sweet and pretty, matching your beautiful face. But he frowned at the trail of tears that had left your eyes and his heart ached.

"Why are you crying?" He asked you by the time he got closer and stood just in front of you with the bars being the only thing that kept you apart.

Jungkook wanted to reach out but he held back, knowing that that would have been incredibly rude towards a lady.

"I'm not crying," you quickly lied and went on to wipe away the tears that had been waiting to fall away.

"You're a horrible liar."

You cringed. "Am I?" Jungkook hummed, nodding. "It's just...it's the first time someone has told me they liked my voice."

He frowned. "No one else likes your voice?"

"It kind of gets annoying," you said, a small bitter smile appearing.

His heart ached at the once bubbly voice now gone due to the insecurities those villagers have drilled into you.

"Speak as much as you'd like," he told you. "Your voice calms me down, lets me know that I'm not alone."

"Well you're not alone," you declared, suddenly acting all heroic. He smiled at the energy. "As long as I'm here, you'll never be lonely. But let's hope it isn't for long because I want you to have your freedom soon."

He knew that he'd definitely miss you if he ever got that freedom again.

"Does it hurt?" You asked him the next day and Jungkook looked up from smacking on a mango. You gestured at his neck, where the chain stood and Jungkook gave you an awkward lopsided smile.

"Yeah," he admitted. "It weighs a lot, it's a burden but I'm a tough dragon so I'll be alright."

"Oh please," you scoffed, pouting a little, "even the biggest and strongest dragons get hurt."

That next day, you came back with some ointment and treatments in a basket along with his meals.

"You told me it wouldn't hurt!" Jungkook hissed the moment you applied the ointment on him, stinging his wounds.

"I told you it'd sting just a little!" You argued. "Now stop moving around, it's hard enough treating your wounds with bars in our way, don't make it harder."

"But it hurts," the young dragon whined and you laughed aloud, making him pout.

"I thought you were a big and strong dragon."

"Even the biggest and strongest dragons get hurt."

The two of you smiled at his words, a reminder of the day before.

You came back a few minutes later with a pair of clothes you managed to steal from one of the village boys. They wouldn't notice, they had plenty of clothes to spare and you needed Jungkook to have clothes so that he could at least keep warm for the chilly nights.

"What happened to your shirt?" You asked him as he placed the shirt on top of him. He was masculine, so bulk with abs that could make you full for days. But you looked away before he could notice your stare, lightly slapping yourself in the face for such imaginations.

"I guess they must've stripped it off me when I was unconscious."

Them, as in the village soldiers. You didn't like the soldiers, they were too cocky especially after capturing Jungkook. One was even consistent on trying to steal your heart, deeming himself worthy because he was part of the party that struck upon the dragon.

"Oh, I forgot!" You suddenly recalled and was quick to jump onto your feet. "I'll bring you one of my warmest blankets so that you don't have to-"

"You're leaving?"

You blinked at the disappointed sound of his voice and kept yourself from leaving just yet.

"The night can get really chilly. I'm worried about you," you told him.

But Jungkook shook his head. "I can go on another day without a warm blanket, Dragons have thick skin. But can you stay here?" He asked, eyes a little shy with a small blush painted on his cheeks. "I don't like being lonely."

"Oh."

You smiled. No one had really appreciated or even acknowledge your presence until Jungkook came along. So you stayed, sat down again and nodded.

The days went on and on like that, some bickering and little fights here and there but for the most part, the two of you got along and a friendship was growing.

But because of that, you became the center of attention when you weren't in the dungeon visiting Jungkook. The villagers would stare and talk to and about you about all sorts of things. Some deemed that Jungkook used his "powers" to keep you in there for so long every time you'd visit. There were all sorts of rumors going around and you tried to pay no mind, continuing on your task as the keeper of the dragon.

"One day, I'll free you," you told the man.

"Don't hurt yourself just for me. The villagers will turn on you."

"Why does it matter?" You shrugged. "They don't care about me except for my role of keeping an eye on a dragon. I am your keeper, Jungkook, and as your keeper, I vow to free you one day soon."

"You're a rose, Y/N," Jungkook said, eyes filled with concern for you, "and roses shouldn't try to be a thorn."

"But roses carry thorns," you argued, eyes filled with determination. "I can be brave, trust me."

"I know you can, dear one." He sighed a sad sigh. "But I'm telling you, don't hurt yourself for me."

Jungkook knew that bit by bit, he was falling for you and for a moment, he had almost forgotten about the six dragons back at home. Almost.

But he knew that in the end, it wasn't right. He was given his own mates already, ones he knew he would betray the world for without a split second of hesitation. Yet as he stared at your sad face that became more and more apparent as the days went on, Jungkook had this desiring urge to protect you from your own insecurities and the things the villagers have said about you. He knew they must have said or done something to you for you to walk into the dungeon with a face that darkened of a cloudy sky.

The longer he sat there in the dungeon waiting every night for you to return every morning, the easier it was to pick up on your fake smiles and real laughter, the easier it was for him to fall.

Yet it was forbidden to yearn for you. Not only did he have his own mates waiting for him back at home but he knew that it would be best for you to be with a man that was your own kind. A human. And the bars that separated him from ever reaching towards you reminded him each and every day.

A few nights later, Jungkook woke up at the sound of keys rattling and his head shot up with alarm, afraid it had been some soldier.

"Jungkook!"

At the sound of your harsh whisper, his brows furrowed. "Y/N what the heck are you doing?" He asked, running over towards the bar and holding onto them tightly as he stared at you with fright.

"I told you I'd set you free one day," you simply stated and then, the door opened.

He stood there frozen for the longest time, contemplating on what to do while you rushed over to his side to unlock the chains that kept him locked in. He didn't know whether to pounce onto you with a hug or scream at you to leave. He didn't know what to do. And had the doors truly opened for him to escape out of?

The second you dragged the chain off his neck, Jungkook felt free for the first time in forever, a weight taken off of him after such a long while. Literally.

"Don't cry," you told him, wiping away the tears he hadn't realized were there. Your hands were so soft, the way you cupped his face in such a gentle way. He always imagined your touches would be as gentle and soft as your heart.

Jungkook cried because your hands reminded him of the gentle touches he's once been used to from his mates, the hyungs that have always loved and taken care of him, the hyungs who were probably worried in fear each passing day, wondering whether their maknae was still alive or not. But he didn't cry just for him, he cried for you. A pure soul, a human he never knew would care so much to the point where she was saving him by risking her own life.

"We have to go, Kook, before they find out I've stolen the keys."

You took his hand into his, rough and larger, and the two of you ran into the deepest part of the forest until you finally stopped after deeming that it was finally a safe distance from your village.

"Go home, Kook," you smiled at him but he could see the glistening tears in your eyes under the moonlight.

"What about you?" He asked, holding your face in his large hands as he wiped the tears away. He'd always wanted to do that, to hold you close to him and finally he was given that chance. No bars in between to keep you apart. "They'll know that it was you who freed me, you're the only crazy one who'd free a dragon."

"I know," you chuckled through the tears, trying to make light of things. "I'll be fine."

"No, you won't." A tear slipped from his eyes. "They'll kill you, Y/N, they'll have you executed for losing a prized possession of theirs."

"I..I know." Your voice shook and you both cried a little more. "Transform now, Kook, before they find the both of us here."

He didn't want to but he knew that you were right. So lingering his fingers on you for a moment longer, not wanting to let go, he smiled at you before stepping back and then, you watched as the man in front of you transformed into the creature the villagers have come to fear and deemed the most dangerous creature in all of the lands.

When he looked back at you, eyes of a golden sun, you reached out with your hands to hold the beautiful dark scales on him, something none of the villagers would ever dare to do. But you weren't any of the villagers, you were Y/N, and Jungkook knew that Y/N was far braver and sweeter than any of those villagers.

Those eyes were still the same ones Jungkook always held despite his true dragon form and you smiled at the beautiful sight in front of you.

A loud uproar was quick to having you flinching and Jungkook looked towards the sound.

"They've found us," you gasped, turning your head back at him with alarm. "You have to leave now."

He hesitated but you were so insistent on him leaving. "Go, Jungkook. Don't let my freeing you go to waste or we'll both get executed."

"I won't let them hurt you," he vowed, "I won't let them lay a hand on you."

"Kook-"

"You saved my life, Y/N," he cut you off, "it's my turn to save yours."

You looked at him in confusion, wondering what that meant.

"Climb on my back, Y/N, ride the wind with me."

"What? Jungk-"

"Come to my village with me," he said, voice a little more desperate. "Come to my clan."

"Your clan?"

The shouting was nearing louder and louder.

"Come with me."

He lent you his back, large wings flared out and silently asking you to climb onto it so that you could reach his back.

You took a moment to look back at the loud voices that came closer and closer and then back at the eyes that had been home to you more than the village had ever been. And then, without another moment of hesitation, you climbed onto Jungkook's back and his wings flapped a few times to get themselves ready to take flight.

Yet at that moment, a bow came flying by and you were hit right near the chest, near your heart, making your body fall back and off Jungkook's back, onto the hard ground with a harsh thud.

Freedom so close yet so far away.

Jungkook growled at the soldiers that stood a few yards away, his eyes growing red at the sight of you weak and vulnerable.

His voice raged into the night sky, a cry so loud and booming that it could be heard from far, far away. He flung his tail at them, causing the soldiers to fly a few yards back.

He turned to you, whimpers leaving your lips and held you under his claws safely and securely, and then, Jungkook flew off into the night sky, riding the wind with you in hand.

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bluejayblueskies · 3 years

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TMA Fanwork Appreciation Challenge: Event Week Fanworks

For @themagnuswriters fanwork apprecation challenge round two--a list of event week fics that I've really enjoyed!! I have a lot of favorites, so I've tried to whittle it down to one fic per event. There are still quite a few fics, so you can find the list below the cut!

As To Be Understood | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: SupposedToBeWriting | tumblr: @organchordsandlightning | event: Archival Pride

Fleeing from unimaginable terror in a cargo van, Jon and Martin take a moment to collect themselves. Martin examines himself and his connection to the Lonely, as well as what Jon means to him.

I would be remiss if I didn't recommend at least one fic from Archival Pride! Every single fic created for it has been wonderful, but I really liked this one in particular because of the way it deals with both Martin's experience with the Lonely and his own feelings with his grayromanticism 💚🤍🖤

A Survival Received | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: cuttooth | tumblr: @cuttoothed | event: Jonmartin Week 2021

Martin takes Jon’s hand—the burned one—in his, and presses it to the pale, silvery scar on the right side of his belly.

“When you see this scar, does it remind you of the fact that my appendix burst when I was twelve and I almost died?”

Jon and Martin talk about their scars.

I have a lot of feelings about fics that discuss Jon's feelings about his scars, and this one dealt with it beautifully! The idea that scars equate survival had me tearing up a little, and this fic is definitely part of my ideal post-200 scenario.

The Notes Inbetween | jontim, rated T | Ao3: voiceless_terror | tumblr: @voiceless-terror | event: JonTim Week

At first, he thinks it’s the radio. It’s not uncommon for these stores to play classical music, trying to add an air of sophistication in what’s otherwise a dark room of dusty knicknacks. But when he walks towards the noise, he instead finds Jon sitting at the bench of an old wooden upright, his posture straighter than Tim’s ever seen it, hands moving slowly but deftly across the keys as he leans into each note.

Jon plays the piano and Tim appreciates.

I love JonTim and I love musician Jon and I love Jon reminiscing about his childhood and this has all three of those things 💛 A really sweet fic with equal amounts of seriousness and shenanigans.

Even for an Hour | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: silvercolour | tumblr: @silver-colour | event: TMA Fantasy Week

When you can only see the one you love during twilight, and must be separated from them during both the day and the night, the hours seem to go so very slow.

In which Martin is a spirit of the sun, and Jon of the night sky, and every twilight they meet again, and part ways again.

I love the concept of this fic! It's so bittersweet and tender, and the imagery of Jon and Martin as moon and sun spirits respectively is fantastic. I could read a hundred more fics in this AU 💛

Ink | jongerrymartin, rated T | Ao3: voiceless_terror | tumblr: @voiceless-terror | event: Gerry Week

“Mhm.” Gerry nods slightly, pen tapping against his sketchpad. He turns around, seeing the naked fondness in Martin’s eyes and has a particularly wicked thought. “Y’know, this is how he looks when he’s watching you.”

Martin sputters, turns a lovely shade of red. “W-What? Really?”

“No,” Gerry smirks. “It’s the way he looks at the Admiral.”

A few snippets in Gerard Keay's surprisingly domestic life.

I love jonmartin and I love jongerry and I love jongerrymartin, and this fic is tooth-achingly sweet! The doodles-and-notes-as-love-languages fits so well with jongerrymartin, and the bit about the post-it notes had me ;___; 💕

Particular | jongeorgie, jon/others, rated G | Ao3: Aza (sazandorable) | tumblr: @sazandorable | event: TMA Bi/Pan/Poly/Omni/Mspec Week

Jon does not like boys. He does not like girls, either.

Just, sometimes, he likes this one.

I like this fic partly because it resonates so well with my own experience with romance and partly because I love the exploration of Jon's experience with romance. The jongeorgie scene is lovely and the mention of the s1 archival crew at the end (and the implied jonmartin) was nice 💛

Letting Luck In The Door | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: cuttooth | tumblr: @cuttoothed | event: Jon Sims and Cats 2021

The man standing at the front counter is looking around anxiously, a bundled up jumper clutched against his chest.

“Sorry, we’re—” Martin begins, and that’s as far as he gets before the man unleashes a frantic tirade.

“Please!” the man says, “I need your help, I-I’m not sure they’re breathing.”

Martin forgets to lock up, and gets some unexpected visitors.

I was looking for a fic from the jon-and-cats event that I'd read and I got distracted by this one and immediately fell a little bit in love! I adore the kitten-related jmart meet-cute, and Tim and Sasha looking at Martin like 👀 when he comes to visit the kittens is very amusing.

a tale as old | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: bibliocratic | tumblr: @bibliocratic | event: Aspec Archives Week

"But the trees outside the forest had shed their clothes to bareness, and the welcoming touch of speckling frost had begun to settle upon the ground, and Martin’s mother grew weaker, developing a cough that rattled in her rickety lungs. And so, Martin of the Black Woods packed a small knapsack and ventured upon the winding pathways of the forest to seek out the beast who lived there."

Or: Martin gets his happily ever after.

I loved this fic a lot! Featuring monster!jon, fairy tale elements (and style of prose!), and ace Martin. The worldbuilding is wonderful and the imagery is stunning <3

thank god for wikis | jongerry, rated T | Ao3: PitViperOfDoom | tumblr: @pitviperofdoom | event: Aspec Archives Week

Gerry makes an important discovery about himself. Jon helps.

I said I was only going to do one fic per event week but I couldn't decide between these two, so here they both are! I particularly enjoy the depiction of demisexual Gerry figuring himself out within his relationship with Jon and Jon helping him find the label that works for him! I love fics that have Jon being confident in his own asexuality and supporting someone else who's also aspec, and this one is very sweet <3

And, because I'm not immune to self-promotion, a few of my own:

to grieve and to mourn | jontim, rated T | event: JonTim Week

Jon had mentioned to him once, more than a few drinks into a night out at the pubs, that he’s the type to mourn in private. So Tim isn’t surprised when he walks into Jon’s bedroom to see Jon sat atop his bed, hair tied up into an approximation of a bun and an array of papers spread out before him in a kaleidoscope of white and black. Nor is he surprised to see the cigarette held between Jon’s fingers, burning faintly orange in the low light.

In which Tim offers comfort, Jon makes arrangements, and bourbon is shared.

agony quiets to pain | jongerry, rated T | event: Gerry Week

Gerry steps out of the hospital doors, his body a mess of aches and pains and stark white bandages, to see a man who is not his mother sat atop the short wall outside the hospital doors.

“Jon?”

that which glitters divinely gold | jonmartin, rated G | event: TMA Fantasy Week

“I like it here," Martin says. "And I… I feel like it likes me too.”

The stranger hums; it’s a lovely sound, like the clanging of morning bells. “It does,” they say, confidently and lightly, like there’s no room for argument in the matter. After a moment, they continue, more hesitantly, “I… I do.”

#tma #the magnus archives #tma fwac #jonmartin #jontim #jongerry #jongeorgie #jongerrymartin #fic rec #fic rec list

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yugirl · 3 years

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Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal”

You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone, please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

((Well as I am the only one who makes connectionshipping content, here I am. More connectionshipping content for GX month. I wanted to challenge myself by not writing parent au because that’s usually my go-to… so let’s see what we got…))

@gxmonth

The night was tense. The air was so thick Jaden could cut it with a knife. He had no idea what to do. Everyone had been acting so strange. It was supposed to be their anniversary, a day of fun… but everyone was acting off.

Jesse was trying to get everyone together, Chazz was attempting to speak to each of them in private, and Bastion kept dragging everyone off to places only to be frustrated that they missed out on the booking no one but him knew about, which would make everyone else more stressed. So their anniversary date was cancelled.

Everyone was angry. No one talked and made their own dinner, and then they all went to bed, but… Jaden couldn’t sleep.

He decided to get out of bed, a difficult feat with Chazz and Jesse on either side of him. He watched the three of them, obviously pretending to be asleep. None of them would typically be sleeping at this hour. They just didn’t want to talk to each other. It was pathetic.

He made himself a coffee and went outside to look at the night sky.

What the hell was going on? Did Chazz suddenly decide the poly life wasn’t for him? Was Jesse going back to Europe? Was Bastion trying to take them out for one last nice dinner before he ran away back to the other world to be with Tanya?

That had to be it. The relationship was breaking up, but of course, instead of talking about it like adults, everyone tried to go about it their own way, and when it didn’t work out, they got mad at each other.

But Jaden didn’t want the relationship to be over… he couldn’t understand. What happened to make everyone want to call it off.

What did he do wrong?

He leaned on the balcony and started sobbing. He was going to be all alone again, and there’s nothing he could do about it.

Jesse had very keen intuition. He could usually sense something was wrong. He opened his eyes and noticed Jaden’s spot in the bed was empty. That was a cause for worry. Jaden never went anywhere without waking one of them to tell them first.

He then heard the sobbing and began to panic. He started to shake Bastion and Chazz awake violently.

“Ow! What the hell Anderson!?” Chazz snapped.

“Jesse, what’s going on?” Bastion fake yawned.

“Guys, Jaden’s crying!” Jesse hissed.

The other two finally noticed the space in the bed. The worry immediately setting in.

The three of them frantically toss the covers off the bed. And scramble to find Jaden, fortunately, in this house Chazz managed to win off his brothers, sound carries, and it didn’t take long for them to hear Jaden’s sobbing.

The alarm bells immediately went off.

Jesse was the first to approach, but Bastion and Chazz weren’t too far behind.

“What’s wrong, Jay…?” Jesse asked softly.

“w… what… what did I do wrong?!” Jaden sobbed.

“What?” Jesse whispered in confusion, “y-you haven’t done anything wrong, Jaden, you’re absolutely wonderful….”

“B-but w-why are breaking up with me….”

All three of them froze.

“What!?”

“Y-you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you? Ch-Chazz has been trying to talk to us one on one because he wants out of the polycule, J-Jesse’s been trying to break it to us that he’s going back to Europe, a-and B-Bastion’s planning to run away with Tania, so he planned the day to say g-goodbye, and you’re all upset because you’re unhappy about the relationship and refuse to talk about it!!”

“What?!”

Jesse immediately scooped Jaden onto a hug “Jay! I would never!!— I’m not breaking up with you guys! In fact, it’s the opposite! I love y’all so much, and I never want to be apart from y’all.”

“Jesse’s right!” Bastion agreed, “if anything, I thought you’d have gotten tired of me a long time ago… even now, I’m still learning about how to love in a relationship like this… but I’m so happy here… I don’t want to leave!”

“Slacker, you’re an idiot for thinking that we would ever want to leave you!” Chazz sputters, “w-we l-love you….”

“But then why were you all acting so weird!! Why were you all so upset today! I-I don’t understand!!”

“I was trying to propose!!” All three exclaimed at once. It took a few seconds to realise they chorused and a few more to process that… all three of them tried to propose on the same day? “You too!?”

“W-why wouldn’t I propose on our anniversary!” Chazz protested, “I-I was trying to propose to you all one on one b-because I wanted to make it special for each of you!!”

“You’re kidding!” Jesse gasped. “I was trying to get everyone together because I wanted to propose to all three of you at once. I even had custom rings made!”

“A-and I had this big itinerary planned so we could go to all of your favourite places before proposing after dinner tonight, I had all the surprises planned out, and then I got frustrated because it didn’t work….”

Jaden was shaking “s-so all of you were upset because your proposals didn’t go the way you planned?”

He cupped his face and started sobbing again. “You guys are jerks!!! I thought you were breaking up with me!!”

All three of them immediately started to comfort him, kissing his hands and face and whispering apologies. They were all so obsessed with getting their proposal perfectly that they were inconsiderate of each other, especially Jaden, who had no proposal plan and just wanted to celebrate their anniversary.

They all felt awful…

“Come back to bed, Jay….” Jesse whispered, “we’re sorry….”

“I-ok…” he slowly followed them. He was still sniffling and contemplating.

They made their way back to the bedroom, only for Jaden to blurt it out.

“Will you marry me?”

The other three froze and turned around.

“I… I know this isn’t personalised or after a perfect date night, and I don’t have any rings, but… I don’t need any of that!! I just have all this love to give! That’s all I have… I want to love and be loved and grow old with all of you… so… will you marry me?”

The others were stunned silent, only for Jesse to break it by getting something out of his jacket. “Of course I’ll marry you, Jay! Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Jaden smiled as Jesse slipped the ring on his finger. A ruby in a heart-shaped cut with a silver engraved band.

“Jaden… Jesse… will you marry me?” Bastion asked, approaching hesitantly.

“Of course, Bastion! Will you marry us?” Jesse smiled.

“Yes, I will!” He smiled as Jesse slipped the ring on his finger. Yellow topaz in a diamond cut with an engraved silver band.

Chazz blushed and got down on one knee before the other three “w… will you three marry me as well?”

“Of course we will, Chazz!” Bastion smiled and helped him up.

“Will you marry us, Chazz?” Asked Jesse.

“Yes! Yes, a thousand times!” Chazz smiled. Jesse happily picked up a ring and slid it on Chazz’s finger. A star cut amethyst on an engraved silver band.

Jaden noticed the last ring and picked it up, looking at the other two.

“Jesse Anderson, will you marry us?”

Jesse smiled and nodded through the tears. “I sure will!!”

Jaden slid the gem-shaped sapphire ring onto his finger. All four of them smiling and holding back tears.

They did it! They were engaged.

Jaden smiled and hugged them all. “I love you guys so much!”

“I love you all too!” Chazz managed to croak.

“I love y’all too!” Jesse grinned.

“And I love you all as well!” Bastion whispered.

They were sticking together. Nothing could stop them now…

#yugioh #yugioh gx #jaden yuki #bastion misawa #chazz princeton #yuki judai #judai yuki #misawa daichi #daichi misawa #manjoume jun #manjoume thunder #jun manjoume #jesse anderson #johan andersen #gxmonth2021 #connectionshipping

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sushiburritonoms · 3 years

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okay fine, I’ll play. let’s see, something you can’t make sad (and no, that is NOT a challenge!)… Summer has me in a vacationy mood, so how about DinLuke number 30, tourist/knowledgeable local au? I’ll leave you to decide if Din is the reluctantly knowledgeable local, or if Luke is eager to show the hot dad and his son around

FINE. YOU WANT HAPPY, I'LL GIVE YOU HAPPY!!!

Wait, sorry that came out in my drama voice. *coughs*

30 of AU Ficlist: tourist/knowledgeable local au

Din was no longer a religious man, not since he gently but firmly broke away from his Mormon upbringing years ago. But there were some habits that were hard to break, especially for an exmo, and he couldn’t help but offer up a quick prayer to...something...before he set out on his hike with Luke. Maybe he was praying to Poli`ahu; she would be the most appropriate goddess, given where they were (and wouldn’t his adoptive mother have had a fit over that!). He sent up a quick prayer for no rain, for clear skies, and, most importantly of all, no tourists. That last was a big ask, even for the Goddess of Mauna Kea.

But it was the off season for the Big Island, and a weekday, so the trail was quiet. It was a short hike, five miles roundtrip. It was practically nothing for the two of them. Din wasn’t trying to wear Luke out….yet. That would hopefully--fingers crossed and prayers sent to all gay friendly gods/godesses out there--come later.

“It really is unbelievably beautiful here,” Luke said quietly as walked near the ocean. He paused for a minute to close his eyes, tilting his face towards the sun, looking like some sort of god himself, especially with the way in which the light hit the highlights in his hair. A sun god, maybe. Din felt a wave of fierce affection and lust rush through him, like a burst of wind off the sea. His hand drifted down to his cargo shorts pocket, where he reassured himself that the small box he’d put there that morning was still there.

“I can’t believe you left,” Luke admitted as he opened his eyes. “If I was raised here, I’d never leave.”

Din had heard that before from many people. But coming from Luke it felt sincere and probably was, given his childhood history. “You’d be surprised how quickly you get used to all this,” he said as he waved his arm at their picturesque surroundings. “You don’t notice after a while. The island is too small to spend your whole life here.”

He’d wanted more from his life and freedom from the expectation that he would settle down, marry a nice Mormon woman, and have a small army of children. He’d always been fine with the children part, and even the marrying part. But the woman part had been the dealbreaker, and when he left the Big Island for the mainland he’d also left that childhood expectation behind.

Now he was back home, a decade later, and surprisingly it was almost how he’d originally expected his life to turn out. He had a son, he had love, and hopefully….

No. Best not to think about it, not to jinx it. Instead, he waited until Luke had his fill of the ocean before they continued on their way.

“I can see why you didn’t want to bring Grogu,” Luke said as they carefully navigated a rocky curve. “This isn’t very kid friendly.”

“There’s not much for him to do. The current here is too strong for him,” Din explained as he reached out a hand to Luke so he could help him across.

Luke pouted. “But I thought you were taking me to a secret beach so we could swim. Or...do something else.” Luke raised his eyebrows at him.

“I never said swimming would be involved,” Din said as he gave Luke’s ass a swat. “We’re not doing what you’re thinking about doing either.” Yet. “This beach isn’t secret, it’s pretty famous.” There were other more private beaches he could take Luke but that wasn’t the point. It had to be this beach for a specific reason.

“Almost there,” he added as he felt his nervousness begin to grow. Din could see the ridge where they would begin their descent into the bay. “This area is called Puʻu Mahana; it’s an ancient cinder cone that erupted eons ago.”

“Hmm... I love it when you talk about eruptions,” Luke leered at him. “I could listen to you talk nerdy all day.”

Din snorted. “Shut up and get over here.”

“Alright geez, wait up. I--woah.” Luke stopped at the top of the ridge next to him and stared in amazement. “That’s beautiful.”

“Papakōlea beach,” Din said with satisfaction as he looked at the pristine and--miracle of miracles--completely empty sand. They were early enough so they had the bay to themselves. Everytime Din came to Papakōlea he was taken back by the bay’s contrast of colors, with light green cliffside melting away into bright blue water.

“It’s so green!” Luke exclaimed happily. “Is that grass on the sand?”

“Not quite,” Din chuckled as he led the way down the ragged cliffside, towards the old metal staircase built into the cliffside. “Papakōlea is special because it’s one of the few green sand beaches in the world.”

“Wait? Green sand?!” That was it, Din had lost Luke. His love ran ahead, hoping over rocks to clammer over to the staircase like a small child. By the time Din had caught up, Luke was pulling up handfuls of sand and letting the small grains fall through his fingers.

“I never knew sand could be green! We should have brought Grogu! It’s his favorite color!” Luke beamed at him as he approached.

“And yours,” Din acknowledged with a nervous smile. It was rapidly becoming his favorite color too, after silver.

“What is it?” Luke asked. “Fossilized seaweed or something?”

Din snorted. “What? How the hell did they let you graduate from Cal again?!”

“I wasn’t a science major,” Luke retorted. “So why don’t you explain, Professor Djarin?” He leered at Din and oh fuck. He had to bring up his favorite roleplay right now, right when there was a 50% chance he was about to ruin one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

Din pushed aside vivid memories of Luke dressed as a slutty schoolboy out of his head with extreme effort. “Ah..it’s olivine,” he said, suddenly nervous. “Tiny specs of olivine that is created by the volcano on the island. It’s a dense mineral so it tends to accumulate on the shore rather than be swept into the sea like most other deposits…” His voice trailed off as he saw the moment when Luke suddenly realized why he’d been brought to this particular beach.

“Olivine aka peridot,” Luke said slowly. He let the last of the grains of sand fall from his hand as he moved to touch the small, slender peridot gem that was always around his neck on a smooth silver chain.

Din had asked Luke in the very beginning of their relationship why he always wore the green gem around his neck. Luke had explained that the peridot was the last gift from his grandfather, Qui-Gon.

“He told me he was originally going to give it to my dad’s future wife, because it was a family heirloom. But my biological father never really got along great with my grandfather, and dad and father weren’t able to legally marry until after grandfather died. So he gave it to me. I don’t know why he didn’t just give it to Leia, but when he died, I put it on and never really took it off. I’ve always loved the color. Peridots are the stones of compassion and I think that’s just really nice.”

As their relationship grew Din realized that the peridot gem was a perfect description of Luke himself. Compassionate to a fault but also vibrant and full of life. He was spiritual, creative and strong; all characteristics of the gemstone according to the hippie websites Luke liked to frequent. So when they decided to return to Din’s hometown of Kona for a vacation, Din immediately thought of Papakōlea beach. Olivine was a common mineral on the islands--they liked to market them as “Hawaii’s Diamonds”.

So where else could he bring Luke to propose to him?

“I need to ask you something,” he began. He pulled Luke further along until they were in a spot where Din could see the green sand and the crystal clear blue ocean. Blue and green, the colors that reminded Din of Luke. “The day we met, you gave me the greatest gift of my life by saving Grogu’s life. You came in like a superhero, flying in on your stupid skateboard and grabbing him from the path of that car. That could have been the worst day of my life and instead it was the third most important day.”

Luke stared at him with bright eyes that sparkled with unshed tears. “The third?”

“Second one was the moment they said that Grogu could stay, that I could start the adoption process,” Din acknowledged.

Luke nodded. “And the first?” He whispered.

Din took a deep breath and sent another wild prayer to Poli`ahu or Peli; whoever was listening and had got him this far.

“I’m hoping the first is right now.” He slowly reached for the ring box in his pocket and got down on one knee. The sand was rough against his bare skin and he was shaking--but so was Luke. There were tears slowly falling down his face and he was looking at Din as if he was the sun god and not him. “Luke Skywalker,” he said slowly as he opened the ring box, “Would you--”

“YES!” Luke blurted out.

“--You have to let me finish!” Din said with a laugh.

“You’re taking too long!” Luke grabbed at Din’s hands and pulled them to his chest. “Yes, yes a hundred times yes! Of course I’ll marry you! I thought we pretty much were already.”

Din laughed, his voice cracking. “I want it to be official--”

“Of course you do. Can’t take the fear of God out of a exmo like you.” The softness of Luke’s voice tempered the teasing words.

“Hey this is scared land,” Din said somewhat seriously, “on this part of the island, it belongs to the goddess Poli`ahu.”

“Well, then with the grace of ‘Polly-hue’, I say yes, Din. I’ll marry you.” Din had only a second to frown at Luke’s butchering of the Hawaiian language before he was dragged to standing. He ditched the ring box on the sand so he could put the ring onto Luke’s finger. It was a silver band embedded with koa wood and olivine, made by a local company on the island. It sparkled perfectly against the backdrop of the sand but Din had only seconds to admire it before he was dragged into a searing kiss by his fiancé. He tangled his hands into Luke’s hair and let all the love and relief he’d been carrying on their short hike pour out of his mouth and into the other half of his soul.

When they finally parted and pulled away, the light caught the peridot on Luke’s neck and shone brightly, like the slender gem was alive and winking at him.

Au List is here if you have a request

Previous answers:

19. parents meeting when they take their kids to class au

15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au

40: Soul destroying exes meeting again after not speaking for years au

25: Library/Avid Reader AU Part I

Library AU part II

#just for V the happiest ending I could think of #with a side order of religious trauma LOL #this makes me sound like I know stuff about gemstones I do not #all I know I learned from Steven Universe ok #my wedding ring is also made of koa wood!#but with purple sugilite instead #I also interrupted my spouse because I have no chill #still get teased for that #sbficlets

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minty-chocco · 4 years

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𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader x Jade Leech

Summary: It’s almost the twins birthday and you were struggling on finding a birthday gift until you thought of a simple gesture from your original world.

Warning(s): None only fluff!

Word Count: 1.4k words

Extra Note: I always loved the idea of poly tweels (without them being romantically involved with each other of course) so I took this opportunity to make one! Hope you enjoy.

This fic was inspired by the k-drama Crash Landing On You

The days were passing by and the birth date of the twins is getting near. Being the sweet lover you are, you wanted to surprise your twins with something that they can appreciate on their special day but there’s just one teensy weensy problem.. you don’t know what to give them.

You have thought of giving them their favorite dishes first which is octopus carpaccio and takoyaki but then it wouldn’t be that special because they can already eat those dishes even when it’s not their birthday.

“Why is it so hard to think of a gift!?” You shouted in frustration startling any nearby students by your sudden outburst.

You leaned your back to the tree that you were sitting beside in the school courtyard and looked up to the sky to take your mind off things.

The dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows that loomed over your spot as it gave you shade.

You observed the lacy white-edged clouds rolled in over the blue sky, their centers as deep as any shoreline rock.

“I really can’t think of something..” You murmured to yourself in a disappointed tone.

You thought that you were already close enough with the tweels to know what to give them but maybe you don’t know them that much as you think so?

You started to feel gloomy by your own sea of reveries which greatly affected your mood. While you were busy sulking, you didn’t realize the two set of eyes watching you from the distance.

“Ne, Jade~ Look at koebi-chan right there.. they look soooo lonely sitting there alone.” Floyd pointed out grinning widely upon seeing you.

“Oya? They do seem to be deep in their thoughts.” Jade flashed a knowing look to his brother. “Then, shall we accompany them? Fufufu~”

You were so focused on thinking that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching your spot.

“Koebi-chan~!” Floyd tackled you from behind which made you yelp. “I was calling you a lot of times but you didn’t hear me.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled himself on your neck inhaling your scent.

“F-floyd!?” You looked at him, surprised.

“Right.” Jade nodded, agreeing with his brother. “I wonder what made you quite distracted that you didn’t even hear us calling for you.”

You gulped. They would probably find out what you were planning for them if you don’t keep your expressions in check—that is, if they don’t already know.

Jade would automatically know if you’re hiding something from them and Floyd is more observant than he ever lets on. You can’t keep secrets from them for a long time.

“J-just thinking about food.” You blurted out saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Is that so?” Jade flashed you a knowing grin which showed off his sharp teeth. He already knows about what’s been bothering you nowadays but decided to entertain you nonetheless.

Floyd looked at you with a wide smile. “Could koebi-chan possibly thinking on what to get us on our birthday?”

Jade let out a sigh by his brother’s sentence. He was thinking of playing dumb a little bit longer.

You flinched at Floyd’s words. Dammit.

So they already knew all along, huh?

You sighed in defeat. You thought you could hide it but seems like you can’t keep something from your lovers for too long. “You got me.”

“Eh~? Is koebi-chan angry?” Floyd playfully poked your cheeks trying to emit a reaction out of you. You huffed quite disappointed that they found out about what you’ve been planning. You were expecting to caught them off guard.

Jade leaned down to stroke your hair softly in attempt to comfort you. “There there. We could pretend that we don’t know. After all, we still don’t know what kind of surprise you have in store for us. Fufufu”

“No thanks.” You gently nudged Floyd to move to be able to stand up. “Floyd, babe, I have to stand up.”

“Don’t wanna.” Your teal haired boyfriend protested tightening his grip on your body. “Let’s stay like this a little longer, koebi-chan.”

You looked up to Jade with pleading eyes to help you but he just smiled back at you not showing any signs of doing so. In the end you gave in to your fate.

“Jade, Floyd, since both of your birthdays are near, what would you like to receive?” You asked the both of them. They already know what you were planning so you might as well just ask directly then.

“Surprise us.” They both said in unison which made you scoff. They might be different to each other personality wise but they do have one thing in common: liking unpredictable things.

You should’ve expected they would say something like that.

“Okay okay I’ll try.” You said in a defeated tone. “Why do I love you two again?”

November 5. The awaited day has finally come and you now have an idea on what to do for their birthday. Although, it will be a little embarrassing if it failed.

You strolled to the hall of mirrors to go to the octavinelle longue. Every step made you nervous and your brain screaming for you to back out but still found the urge to go.

When you arrived at octavinelle, the mostro longue was beautifully decorated and there was a banner that says ‘Happy Birthday’ in the middle.

“(Y/N)-san, you’re here” A gentlemanly voice called out to you and you turned to look at the owner of the voice.

“Oh Azul-san! Hello!” You greeted him in a polite manner.

“No need to be so formal.” Azul said shaking his head. His business-like demeanor never seems to falter. “The twins are at the couch.”

You nodded and thanked the silver haired man. You walked over to see the twins dressed in matching white suits. They both have a purple sash that has ‘birthday boy’ written on it. Jade had a mushroom pin on his vest while Floyd had a shoe pin which you find odd but very like him.

They were sitting on a couch in front of a large decorated cake. You can see them sharing a slice which you found adorable. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and you can feel your heart be filled with affection for these two.

“You two look great.” You walked up to them and smiled. When they noticed your presence they immediately rose from their seat.

“Koebi-chan you’re here~!” Floyd greeted you with enthusiasm, grinning up to you.

“You’re quite late.” Jade pointed out while still smiling but his stare is burning you down.

“Well..” You scratched the back of your head and avoided his gaze. “I was busy preparing something.”

Since you were talking with the birthday boys, all attention was focused on you too. You felt uneasy with the extra audience but continued on your plan anyways.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat. “I-I want to give you your gift now.”

The two perked up at your words with eyes brimming with curiosity. You took a deep breathe before continuing. You slowly put your two hands up for them to see and slightly overlapped the thumb and index finger into a heart shape. A finger heart sign.

You felt your cheeks rise up when they looked at you confused, not really knowing what you’re getting at.

“Oya? What’s this?”

“Koebi-chan, what’s that?”

“I, (Y/N) (L/N), promises to love and cherish you two for the rest of my life!” You declared.

You looked at your lover’s reaction and saw the look of surprise on their faces. They probably weren’t expecting you to do something bold like this.

Silence echoed the room for a moment before Jade broke the silence by clearing up his throat.

“Does this mean you didn’t love and cherish us before this?” Jade teased looming over to you.

“O-of course I do!” You instantly replied holding up your hands defensively.

“Then I shall do the same.” Jade chuckled as he gave the back of your hand a kiss.

“Me too! Me too!” Floyd happily giggled walking up to squeeze you. “Koebi-chan is so cute~”

“I’m sorry.. This is the only thing I can think of..” You averted your eyes.

“Eh? What’re you saying? I love koebi-chan’s gift~” Floyd kissed your cheek which made your face into a deeper shade of red.

“I could say the same.” Jade reached for your face to make you look at him in the eyes before giving your forehead a kiss. He wanted to give you more but held back due to the prying eyes of others.

And there goes your birthday gift for the twins.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst jade #leech twins #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #birthday special #moon cupcakes

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