#IF HALF OF THEM WEREN'T UNRELEASED

[legendary-cookies]

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OH MY GOD IT'S THE M

[gh-0-stcup]

My thing is that I just do not trust a single person who was involved in the show. It just seems like a lot of PR to fix their image and foster sympathy/goodwill/interest.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

I Know it Won’t Work || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

Summary: You and Tom break up after three years of dating and you perform a song about the truth of the breakup for the first time live.

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 23 and Tom is 30

Wc: 658

A/n: these r addicting to make lol. Also, changed up some lyrics for the sake of the storyline making sense. 2/4? Fics I’m posting today!

Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

You let out a shaky breath, "I left you here, heard you keep the extra closet empty," You sing the first words of your unreleased song to the crowd. "In case this year, I come back and stay throughout my twenties, what if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently?" You had just freshly turned 23 and broken up with Tom.

You honestly don't know how you ended up here, in-front of a crowd of hundreds in London. Performing in front of people was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment but you had to keep a strong front for your supporters, this show was highly anticipated.

"I've had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacin'" Your biggest coping mechanism was writing songs. You never knew how to really express your emotions in sentences to someone, so instead, you write them into songs. Your real feelings and emotions laced into words that in the end, formed a song.

"But it's a lot, all the shine of three happy years fadin'" The crowd watched in silence, partly because it was a new song and they did not know the lyrics to sing along, but also because they were mesmerised. Your voice held so much emotion.

Your fans weren't aware that the two of you have broken up, but a few had already pieced it up. "The whole facade, seemed to fall apart, it's complicated." Everyone viewed you and Tom as the power couple, deeply in love with one another with no flaw or doubt in the relationship

While half of it was true, the other half wasn't. The seven year age gap different had been brought up so many times throughout your relationship. You remember the first time the two of you got together, you were 20 and he was 27.

You both received heavy backlash from the internet but the two of you ignored them all. They weren't the ones in the relationship, they weren't the ones to make the call about whether or not you should be together.

"And part of me wants to walk away 'till you really listen, I hate to look at your face and know that we're feelin' different," As the three years went by, uou hoped you weren't the only one in the relationship that doubted a few things. You didn’t want to admit that other people's comments were getting to you. As the three years progressed with Tom, you felt as if you were just both in such different phases of life.

You were still so young in your early twenties and fresh in your career while it seemed that Tom was ready to settle down, marry, and start a family. He would always mention starting a family and you would listen, not really knowing what to say to him.

But recently, you came into terms with the truth that both you and Tom don't share the same feelings or goals at the moment. "Cause part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" You loved Tom, parts of you still do. He never did anything wrong, he was everything you could have ever wished for. You like to think of him as the right person, wrong time.

But nothing was going to change the fact that you two were just in different stages of life. Nothing will change the seven year age gap between the two of you. "I know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leavin'"

Tom hasn't left your mind. It would've been easier if he did. But he just couldn't. "And part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" Your voice slightly cracks, a single tear drop runs down your face. Eyes closed, you let it. The dewy stream your tear left—accentuated with the bright lights focused on you—did not go unnoticed.

[jeongheart]

03:45 am

summary: late night snack run with chan.

w.c: 1.2k

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: chan in the newest code ruined my brain, he's just so boyfriend coded.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. leave your thoughts if you like, it means a lot.

You've tossed and turned more times than you can count in the last half hour, the clock impassively marking 03:45 am with its big red numbers. You sigh tired and put the device back on the nightstand to turn around once more; the bed was warm on your side because you been lying in the same spot for hours. You touched Chan's side, it was frozen and with the sheets in place.

With a slight groan due to the sudden movement of your muscles you got out of bed, you didn't bother to wrap yourself up and you dragged your feet across the room towards the living room, you knew exactly where your partner was at this time and, after drinking water, you went in search of him.

The study door was locked, so as not to disturb and not be disturbed. The house was completely silent, except for the faint sound of keys being pressed and papers falling to the floor from time to time.

You gently knocked the door to announce your presence, and a few seconds later, you made yourself present in the room. Chan was hunched in front of the computer, his nose was so close to the monitor that for a second you feared that the fluorescent colors would end up engulfing him, taking him to a world of musical tracks to be arranged.

Around him was all kinds of garbage, except for food wrappers, you could imagine that it had been a long time since he eaten anything and you shook your head as you approached his figure. He always had that bad habit, nothing else existed when he worked; no matter how many times you told him it seemed like your words went in one ear and out the other.

When you were almost two centimeters away, you realized that he had his headphones at full volume, an unreleased song was playing loudly and surrounding everything around him, that's why he hadn't heard the door before and hadn't greeted you when you walked in. Between the darkness of the room, the loud music and his concentration he almost seemed to be absent.

Not wanting to scare him, you put your hand on his shoulder, he didn't flinch from your touch until you put a little more force in your grip. Finally returning to the real world, he took off his headphones to leave them on the table in front of him and looked you straight in the eye.

His eyes were a little red after so many hours of watching screens, and his expression danced between confusion and exhaustion.

"What are you doing?" He asks you in a whisper.

Taking your hand off his shoulder, you moved it up to his face, caressing his cheek gently. Chan unconsciously relaxed and placed all the weight of his body on your hand, still looking at you.

"I couldn't sleep" You answer simply.

Chan laughed softly, a clear sign of his exhaustion, and with his right hand he took yours (which you weren't using to caress his face) and guided you to his lap, you let out a little cry of surprise at the sudden change of position but you let him accommodate you to his liking.

When you were comfortably seated, Chan hugged your waist with both arms and rested his head on the space between your neck and your shoulder, where upon feeling the smell of your shampoo and your perfume he sighed happily and finally closed his eyes. You kept busy those seconds playing with his hands that were still tightly gripping the lower part of your body.

You could feel his breath against your neck, he was freezing and you still had the heat of the sheets on you.

"Let's go out for a little bit" You told him when you felt his breathing become heavier. Chan let out something similar to a growl, you didn't know if he heard you or had already fallen asleep.

"It's late" You almost couldn't understand what he said, his lips were so close to your skin that the sound was almost lost.

You moved your head a little to make him pay attention to you, your heart sank a little when you saw how a small hint of sadness crossed Chan's expression for taking him out of his comfortable position against you. "I'm hungry and you need to stretch your legs, besides, how long has it been since you've eaten something?"

Chan looked away at the question, and there you got your answer. "I have to finish, love" He made a gesture to lift you from his lap and return the chair to its place in front of the computer to resume his work.

"Ten minutes, a bit of fresh air will do you good" You grabbed his face with both hands so he couldn't look away or question you, you were like this for few seconds; just staring into each other's eyes. You could feel how Chan's face was starting to heat up from the closeness and, letting out a nervous giggle, he nodded his head.

You laughed and kissed him on the tip of the nose "Don't forget to bundle up".

The walk to the convenience store was relatively short, Chan was telling you details about the work he been doing so far and how proud he was of how everything was turning out. You listened attentively, excited by his happiness and without letting go of his hand in the ten blocks it took to get to the store.

The automatic door greeted you with its characteristic sound, as did the worker behind the counter who offered you a warm smile despite the late hour and the cold January air that swept in with you. "What do you want to eat?" Chan began to drag you through the corridors of the place in search of whatever and anything to fill his stomach.

You followed him closely as he went through each shelf with the initiative of a small child, showing you package after package full of colors no matter what it was (salty, sweet, bittersweet), unable to decide what to finally buy. You laughed when you saw that he placed each package that caught his attention in the cart you were pushing, his work and the deadlines already forgotten by the promise of eating delicious things.

After a few more minutes of indecision, you finally made it to the checkout to pay for the items. The cashier laughed seeing the various items you carried (from spicy noodles to coconut ice cream to cheese sticks). Chan ended up paying for the purchases even though you insisted that you could separate the bill, he simply ignored your speech and took the three bags full of food while you followed him out of the store, reproaching him for his actions.

"I'm not listening, I'm made of wood, I have fish ears~" Your partner crooned as he began the walk back to the apartment, you rolled your eyes and decided that it was a hopeless case so you had to accept your defeat.

"Next time I'll pay" You told him as you took one of the bags he was carrying to take his hand instead, you didn't know what time it was but you didn't care at that moment. Chan was laughing out loud (so much that you were afraid that he would wake up the people who were sleeping in the houses on the side of the road) and he looked more relaxed; a fond smile appeared on your face and you squeezed your partner's hand tightly.

"Thank you for getting me out of the house, and from my own head, love. You were right, I needed it" Chan stopped walking to press you against his body and envelop you in a warm hug, you breathed in his aroma and let his presence envelop you completely.

[honey-beann]

I'd Burn Every Soul I Knew (If I Thought the Fire Was Warming You)

rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Chapter "One" - In Medias Res

Word Count: 3,169

Welcome to the first part of my new series, the title of which is listed above (and is also a quote from an unreleased Hozier song lol).

This series will be all three rks x reader, except unlike a normal series, we'll be starting things off randomly from the middle! As the series goes on, we'll go both backward and forward in time to give exposition and make sure there's clarification in various parts! I'm super excited for this, since I've never done anything like it before, and I hope you all enjoy!

Note: For some initial context, know that the boys were never detective androids in this universe, but were rather created for another purpose entirely :)

"We shouldn't leave her alone right now, but she needs to get cleaned off and warmed up, so do you want to stay out here with her, or go draw a bath?"

You could hear Connor's voice distantly, as if he were underwater or several rooms away, and the thought made you scowl, the idea of being any closer to alone than you already were instantly causing your anxiety to spike.

Damn, you really had gotten too used to having them all around.

In front of you, you could scarcely see a thing despite your eyes being open, your vision unfocused and blurry as you tried not to look too closely at either of the men in front of you. You had no interest in taking note of just how blue their usually white shirts were the way you had on the car ride back to your apartment.

"A bath? Have you been paying any attention to her since we got back? She's half delirious, you're basically asking her to pass out and drown in there if she takes one now."

Sixty's voice sounded even further away than Connor's, and you buried your head in your hands at the sound, a persistent and gnawing reminder of the one voice you hadn't heard.

"She needs a bath, Sixty. Put her in a shower and she could end up falling over, which is a far more likely outcome with her in the state she is now."

You heard Sixty scoff in response before footsteps that you felt more than you heard faded away as he presumably made his way towards the bathroom.

Connor on the other hand, walked towards you so gently that you scarcely would have noticed him if it weren't for the way he said your name, quietly and with caution, as if afraid you would shatter at the sound.

You shook your head indignantly, not wanting to look up and see all of the blue blood that had gotten on him earlier, desperate to escape to a reality where none of this was happening.

Connor sighed, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder as he spoke,

"I changed already, you don't have to hide."

He murmured, his tone ever so slightly amused but mostly just cajoling as he tried to persuade you to see the truth of his words for yourself.

Slowly, as if the speed of your actions might change the outcome, you lowered your hands from your face, slowly allowing your eyes to glance over the room a few times before finally coming to rest on Connor, who was giving you what you imagined was supposed to be a supportive smile, that just so happened to look much more like concern.

You sighed shakily, murmuring a gentle thanks in response to his thoughtfulness regarding his bloodied clothes. You hadn't expected to be so upset by them, but then again, you'd never expected to see them at all, much less on your androids, and far less from them.

It was a staggering experience to see that they truly weren't invincible. You wished you'd never had to find out at all. At least not the hard way, not like this.

Connor hummed in response to your soft words, reaching down wordlessly to tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling the white button up out of your dress slacks with ease before he raised a questioning brow, asking without words if he could keep going.

You nodded.

It would be far from the first time Connor had seen you mostly or even entirely naked, in fact, they all had at this point, having taken care of you for so long.

You were better now, less weathered by pain and illness thanks to their lingering support, but you couldn't help but almost wish the suffering back to take away the dull ache of fear and uncertainty in your chest.

You had only just finished questioning whether or not the constant discomfort would truly have been worth it when you realized that Connor had removed all but your undergarments from you, folding your stained clothes over his forearm before he took a silent step towards the laundry room just down the hall.

"Don't."

You said, your voice quiet but stern, causing the android in question to halt all movement almost instantly. He turned to face you soon after, his head tilted slightly but his expression one of patience, as if he were willing to wait all day to find out what you were thinking.

You sighed shakily,

"I want you to burn them."

You said, watching as Connor's brow rose before he looked down to the clothing in his hand, clearly not understanding.

You elaborated.

"I don't want to see them again, I couldn't bear to be reminded of..."

You trailed off, but Connor took the opportunity to nod in understanding regardless, placing the clothes on a nearby breakfast bar stool before he approached once more.

"Okay, if that's what you want then I can do it while you're resting later in the evening."

He reasoned, not giving you any time to argue about details before he switched topics entirely.

"Sixty just notified me that your bath is ready. Is there anything you want to bring in with you?"

He asked gently, and you shook your head, far too eager to have the remnants of today washed from your body to care about your comfort.

When you entered the bathroom, Sixty was waiting for you, his hand skimming across the top of the water as he checked the temperature to make sure it was the way you liked it.

"It should be between 99 and 102."

Connor stated matter of factly, causing Sixty to hum dismissively in response.

"I know."

His gaze shifted up from the water's surface to where you were standing.

"Any better?"

He asked, his words brief but their meaning heavy, as per usual when it came to him.

You shook your head silently in response, reaching your hands backward to unclasp your bra as you did so.

Suddenly, without warning, Connor's LED lit up a bright yellow, and he straightened up a bit, brow raised, before making eye contact with Sixty, his tone calm despite how obviously little he enjoyed saying what he was about to say.

"They want someone to come down and answer some questions about Nines. Can you stay with her?"

Sixty seemed to falter for a moment, hand no longer skimming the top of the water as he contemplated the meaning behind what Connor was saying.

If he was considering leaving you here with him alone, than the situation was likely dire enough for it to be worth soothing their emotional human companion.

He nodded.

"Where else would I go?"

This reaction immediately caused Connor to shake his head in response.

"No, I don't just mean at the house, I mean here in the bathroom with her. She has some bruising on her ribs that I didn't notice earlier, so she shouldn't be left alone in the tub."

Sixty's gaze shot over to you, scanning your body for signs of injury until they landed on your left rib cage, where they lingered for quite a few moments before he finally nodded again.

"Yeah, we'll be fine. Just don't let Nines find out or he'll blow a fuse."

The joke was in poor taste, but Connor did little more than roll his eyes in response before his focused returned to you, his hand reaching over to unclasp your bra for you before you could find your way back to earth after hearing that Nines was bad enough for the medical staff to need some questions answered.

Still, out of little more than habit, you shrugged the garment off of your shoulders before shimmying out of your underwear, stepping over them afterward with a blank expression as you worked persistently to avoid seeing yourself in the mirror.

Connor noticed this, and shot a glance towards his successor before he nodded to the both of you in farewell.

"I'll be back soon. If you don't hear from me for a few hours, assume everything is alright. I will keep you updated on the important things."

He promised, reaching over to offer a hand for you to hold as you stepped into the tub before finally letting go a few moments after you were sat down, his eyes trained on yours as he did his best to convey that everything was going to be alright with his actions alone.

It did little to quell the growing anxiety in your heart, but you appreciated the effort nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Sixty reached forward to turn the water on once more, filling the tub further now that you were inside of it in order to ensure it was at the perfect temperature for you in the moment.

Connor and Nines rarely let you choose things like this, since the warmer the water the higher the chance of you feeling faint afterward, but Sixty was always far more concerned with your comfort the very second you were experiencing it than he was the future. From his perspective, he could fix whatever issues your body threw at you as long as you actually bothered to tell him what they were.

In fact, in his eyes, it would be worth it to rend his artificial skin from his artificial bone just to ease the unwavering pain in your eyes.

Just to make you smile.

Whether or not he really knew that he felt that way, was an entirely separate issue.

And the only one he was truly concerned with, was whether or not you did.

That, and the way your eyes stayed fixated on the now slightly blue tinted water that you had sunk your body into, afraid to look up and see your reflection staring back you, to see how the life giving vitality of another had changed it.

Sixty sighed at the sight of your obvious struggle, knowing all too well the feeling of being unable to look at oneself in the mirror.

Or, to see yourself so physically in another who was so clearly superior.

He got up without a word, and, making a show of it so you knew what was about to happen, flicked the light switch off.

With that persistent glow from overhead gone, the only thing illuminating the room was his LED, which made it nearly impossible for you to know whether the blue in the water was the light, or the blood of a loved one.

"Can you get in with me?"

You voice rang out so suddenly and with so little warning that Sixty paused as he stood near the closed doorway, his mind searching for an easy answer that would not come.

He was not usually the one you went to for comfort, Connor knew your heart best, Nines your mind, and that had left Sixty with your body, and he had learned to understand that with as little physical interaction as possible.

The sight of his hands resting upon your skin unsettled him, as did the way you trusted him so easily, as if you weren't so readily aware that he had been built for violence, brutality in the cases where it became necessary to protect you from some unknown evil that you had grown to fear but never to name.

It confused him, how comfortable you were with hands that had maimed and killed so many and gently touched so few.

Confused him, and left him wishing he were capable of holding you the way that the others were. So gentle, not for fear of harm but rather to convey a message of understanding, of comprehension far beyond what Sixty worried he could manage.

Built to look so similar, it was a shame to be so different.

He wordlessly got into the tub behind you, watching and undressing on approach as you scooted forward silently, the water sloshing around your fragile form as you made room for his threatening presence in that way no one else ever did, or he imaged ever would.

You knew his intentions regardless of his still mouth and tensed hands, always so good at seeing, so good at understanding.

Blessed be the hands you touched your monsters with, blessed be the eyes you saw them through.

If he could make them permanent fixtures on this earth he would, but instead he knows he'll simply have to shed his own consciousness the very moment you do the same.

Loyal brute, loyal fool, loyal follower, anything if he is yours.

Everything if he is yours.

He settled in behind you so easily that it almost felt like he belonged there, a thought so foreign that it did not even register until long afterward, while he was watching your hair dry by the smoldering flame of the tinder you had provided Connor with earlier.

The air had smelt of thirium when he realized it, burning gore and rose shampoo, which came from where you stood beside him.

He had thought of the petals of the flower as he stoked the flames rising off of your still burning shirt, thinking of the way that they all folded together so perfectly, so completely, that he could surely be nothing more than the thorn on your stem.

But then he had thought of the bath tub, and the way that your back had felt slotted against his chest as the warm water lapped at his synthetic skin, and how your hands had felt on his arms as you used them to keep yourself from slipping slightly on the slippery porcelain while the water settled.

Even as a well fitted thing, he had still caused a disturbance. When did he not?

But the future was still unknown for the moment, so he did not think about these things as he settled into the water behind you, instead choosing to ask if you were comfortable, only to be met with silence when you simply nodded, head tilted back in what the android took as a request, a gentle invitation, to make sure it was clean.

Sixty ran a few gentle fingers through your hair, doing his best to de-tangle what he could without hurting you before he began to cup water into his palms, using it to cleanse your locks of any dried thirium that had begun to grow thick and clotted there, so ironically similar to blood for all that it was not.

When he was done with that, he found the bottle of shampoo that he liked the scent of best beside the tub, and massaged it into your scalp, being careful not to pull.

He truly did know your body best of all, no matter how frightened of it he was.

You leaned into his touch slowly, as if hesitant to do so, and he said nothing about any of it, choosing instead to warn you to close your eyes as he used his hands to gather water once more, rinsing your hair of anything that had remained stuck on after it's de-tangling earlier on.

Your body came next, and you stood for that part, shivering in the cool air as it came in contact with your warm body, allowing him to not only feel your frailty, but also see it even clearer than he already had.

It was remarkable how much power something so fragile had.

Once you had been thoroughly cleansed of any traces of the day, Sixty was cautious in turning the light on again, eyes trained on your reaction thoughtfully all the way up until he had you wrapped in a towel and leaving the bathroom entirely, bound for your small room of soft robes and a plush mattress, one he had picked out (with the help of his "siblings" of course. Nothing ever got past them otherwise).

Sixty's thought regarding his counterparts had him faltering slightly as he guided you over to the edge of your bed to sit you down as he searched for clothing comfortable enough for you to sleep in later that evening.

He had seen the exhaustion in your eyes, and if Connor had been here, he would be insisting that Sixty was keeping you awake for all of the teary tired present in your gaze, but the younger android knew better. He knew you would fight it off until Nines either walked through the door himself, or was carried through in a bag of miscellaneous parts by his predecessor.

Not wishing to dwell on that thought, he soon settled on a large t shirt you had bought him at a concert a few years prior. He hadn't particularly enjoyed the music, didn't even really know how to back them, but you had seen him looking at it and bought it without a second thought.

So giving no matter how much was taken, he worried you might one day lose yourself to the pull of selflessness.

A selfish concern to be sure, how ironic.

Helping you get dressed with particular care being given to your bruised rib cage, Sixty was sure to scan your vitals multiple times throughout the process, always convincing himself that it was more for Connor, who could see the live data, than it was for him.

He was a liar, but he didn't need to admit that to himself, much less to the world.

Once you were finally comfortable and ready to relax for the evening, Sixty silently followed you out into the living area, setting you up with your favorite blanket on the couch (despite pretending to be surprised when you mentioned to him that it was your favorite when he laid it over top of your still vaguely shivering form) before he tried to think of something you could eat.

He had just come up with a few ideas to present to you when he noticed your shoulders shaking as your head rested heavily in your hands, and without a sound, he approached, sitting down beside you.

He let you cry for a little longer after that, so unused to comforting you in favor of his counterparts that he was rather unsure of what to say until finally, he simply said the only thing that came to mind.

"He's going to be okay. None of us are ever going to leave you, not as long as you need us."

His tone was firm and far less compassionate than the one Connor or even Nines may have used, but it must have done the trick, because you looked up at him weepily soon after, eyes wet and hands shaking as you took a deep and unsure breath.

"So you'll always be here?"

You all but wheezed, so desperate for comfort that the straining in your lungs was nothing if it meant receiving reassurance from someone.

Sixty responded without hesitance, his tone deadly serious as he spoke,

"We are yours. We won't leave unless you ask us to."

Connor called about Nines exactly 9.86 seconds later.

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[rosietrace]

「 You & I ≠ Always 」

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Central Character(s) ; 『 Sumeragi Yuuta, “The Golden Rule” 』 | 『 “Rei-Rei”, “The Secret Silly Symphony 』

Others ; Octavia Fortunato | “Rei-Rei’s” Dad

Mentioned ; Inafuku Kenshō | Jamil Viper

Pairing(s) ; Yuuta & “Rei-Rei” (Platonic) | Yuuta & Octavia (Platonic) | Octavia & Jamil (Implied)

【 This is a short story important to the central character's story; All Ocs belong to their respective owners and will be credited at the end. 】

Synopsis: “Time is an illusion that helps things make sense; It seems unforgiving when a good thing ends; but You and I will always be back then.”

Warning(s): Angst hours, implied child abuse, bullying, the concept of ‘change’, shockingly longer than I thought, kinda projecting on some parts but let's not go into that, I apologize so much for this 😭 (it gets sorta wholesome at the end)

【 IMPORTANT NOTE: The characters of “Rei-Rei” and “Octavia” are by @/jasdiary, and are currently unreleased. Some details will remain vague until their eventual release. 】

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Alright, you two, times up.”

Having put a stop to a bloodbath of a pillow fight, Yuuta's frown was more akin to a pout; whereas Rei-Rei, still filled with adrenaline and feeling a bit too energetic to go to bed just yet, whined and flopped down on to her stomach on the bed.

Her father smiled, shaking his head and stepping into the room. “C'mon, Lucky Rabbit…” he picked her up in his arms, tucking her and Yuuta into bed.

“But dad!” Rei-Rei exclaimed, her voice righteous and fierce. “Me and Yuu haven't even finished pillow fighting!”

Her father rolled his eyes playfully, stroking her hair. “I know, Rabbit, but it's past your bedtime… and I already extended it for long enough.”

“Please, Mr. Rei-Rei’s Dad?” Yuuta pleaded shyly; he didn't know why, but he always felt more shy around his friend's father— at least, more shy than he already was. That odd sense of familiarity was no doubt strange to then eight year old Yuuta, who kept his then seven years old best friend in the dark about it.

Rei-Rei's father stared at Yuuta, his eyes soft. There it was again, that odd wave of familiarity, of nostalgia, as they locked eyes; even Rei-Rei, oblivious to that odd connection, tilted her head in curiosity.

Her father sighed softly, stroking Yuuta's head as well. “Maybe next time, Mouse… I can't let you two sleep too late.”

Rei-Rei pouted. “But dad-!”

She felt a swift tap of her nose, courtesy of the pad of her father's index finger. “Ah, ah, ah, young lady. Don't complain too much, now, I'll let you two stay up until midnight next time.”

“But next time could be ages!” Rei-Rei groaned, sitting up to stare up at her father with an adorable frown. “Yuuta's mom won't even let me go to his house!”

“Well, Rei, you know Mrs. Kenshō and her husband are very…” Rei-Rei's father trailed from his sentence, trying to find the right words without offending Yuuta's parents; who weren't even in the room with them.

“... Private. They're very private people, Rei.”

At the mention of his adopted mother, Yuuta seemingly sunk deeper into the mattress, obscuring the lower half of his face with a creased forehead.

Inafuku Kenshō wasn't what one would call pleasant. At least, not in the spectrum of raising a child she and her husband found off of the streets; Yuuta's relationship with both his parents was almost completely sterile.

They gave him whatever he wanted, but what good did that bring when the thing he really wanted was to spend time with either of them? And not in the way where he'd end up with handprints on his face, the blood rushing to the area to form an angry red.

No amount of materialism could prevent Yuuta from still feeling that sting, every now and again.

Rei-Rei's father let out a soft breath, shaking whatever thoughts he had away. Literally. He stood from the edge of his daughter's bed, kissing the top of both her and Yuuta's heads.

“I'll wake you two up tomorrow.”

Right before he was about to leave, Rei-Rei asked one more question: “Can you make onigiri for breakfast?”

That surprised a laugh out of her father. A soft, gut-wrenching laugh that made Yuuta think of the unlikely scenario he'd made up in it his head; that it were Rei-Rei's father raising him alongside his daughter and that, instead of bandaging his own wounds, Rei-Rei's father would bandage them himself.

Yuuta liked playing what-if, because of those scenarios. Scenarios that'll never become reality; even if he wished his hardest at the evening stars.

Shutting off the lights, the man smiled down at the two of them one last time, his only response to Rei-Rei's request being a small nod.

Finally, with the close of the door, Rei-Rei's father bid them good night— seemingly anticipating that the two balls of energy wouldn't truly be ‘asleep’; at least, not until their energy had saded.

The very moment her father closed the door, Rei-Rei peaked one eye open, listening closely for the footsteps of her father slowly getting farther and farther away.

She turned, lightly nudging Yuuta. “Psst! Yuuta!”

Yuuta's eyes opened. “Is he gone?”

She took one look back at the door, then at him, and nodded. “I think so!”

They both sat up with their backs against the headboard of Rei-Rei's twin sized bed. Taking a quick second to reach her hand beneath the bed, Rei-Rei took out a bag of potato chips she'd presumably been saving for what was currently past midnight. A post-midnight snack, if you will.

Carefully opening it without potentially waking anyone walking by — whether it be Rei-Rei's mother or father, it didn't matter — the two made the call that eating potato chips while it was way past their expected bedtime to be… a very bad idea.

Which they gladly took upon regardless of the consequences that could occur if they got caught!

They talked for what felt like an eternity, their conversations switching from different topics like clockwork; from theme parks, to junk food, to school life.

With school as their current subject, Rei-Rei began to ask Yuuta, “what do you think it'll be like?”

Puzzled, Yuuta replied with, “what what will be like?”

“Y'know!” Rei-Rei giggled, poking his shoulder with a cheeky smile. “Graduation! A new school!”

Yuuta and Rei-Rei were only eight and seven, respectively. And while that might've implied that they were one school year apart, they were born on the same year, only a few months apart.

With a purse of his lips, Yuuta didn't see much of the point on why his friend could bother with that kind of question. It wasn't like their elementary graduation was anywhere near— they still had a few more years to go before that could happen.

“I… I don't know.” He gave her a small shrug, tossing another potato chip into his mouth and chewing on it as quietly as he could manage.

“But aren't you cu… curi… curious? Curious!” Rei-Rei had the kind of smile that Yuuta would deem, ‘infectuous’. In a good way.

“I mean,”— Yuuta wiped his sour cream powdered hands with his pajamas, then went on to reach out and undo Rei-Rei's braids—“I guess a little.. what would it be like?”

“Dunno!” she flopped her head down on Yuuta's lap, closing her eyes while he undid her braids. Not quite tired, yet not nearly as energized as she was before.

“I just know it's gonna be… different. Would it be a good different?”

“I don't know…”

“Hmm… well, I want it to be a good different.”

As Yuuta laid down beside her, they both wrapped each other's arms into a hug. Rei-Rei let her head rest on Yuuta's shoulder.

“I wanna go to the same junior school as you,” Rei-Rei decreed, her voice soft, on the verge of a yawn.

“You do?” Yuuta had always assumed that he'd see Rei-Rei less and less as time went on, after graduating from elementary; until it would go to a point where he'd never see her at all.

“Mhm..” Rei-Rei snuggled closer, letting out a yawn. “You're my best friend, Yuu.”

Then, came the emotionally wrecking addition to that declaration that almost made a dam of emotion collapse onto Yuuta's being.

“And I don't want that to change.”

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Yuuta still stood at the entrance of his now, former elementary school. His certificate in one hand, Rei-Rei's hand in the other.

It was Rei-Rei and her parents that accompanied him to the school for graduation; his father was too busy with business investments, and his mother… he didn't know.

As Rei-Rei's mother took her away, thus slipping Rei-Rei's hand away from Yuuta's while she fussed about the current messiness of her daughter's tear-soaked face— her father bent down to Yuuta's level.

“You okay?” Rei-Rei's father asked him, a comforting hand on Yuuta's shoulder.

No, Yuuta answered in his head, I'm not.

Graduating from elementary hit Yuuta harder than he thought it would. All those memories, the teachers he'd grown attached to, many of the friends he made— most of, if not all of those, would end after the ceremony.

And it did. As everyone else had left the school hours ago to celebrate, Yuuta felt insistent on staying for just a moment longer. As if to grasp at straws to all those memories for as long as they could before he'd have to let go.

He sniffled, looking down with a small shake of his head. Even if he didn't voice his reply to Rei-Rei's father, Yuuta knew that the man crouching beside him was a very observant person.

He gave the best advice, Yuuta believed. When his own father wasn't around, Rei-Rei's father would pick Yuuta up to and from school.

Yuuta felt welcome every time he got the chance to visit Rei-Rei's house. He felt safe there in a way he never was in his own home. Like he belonged there, in a way he never felt in his home.

Rei-Rei's father stared at Yuuta, his brows furrowing in worry. He pulled Yuuta into a hug, and that was when Yuuta felt safe enough to cry.

“I'm-” Yuuta didn't like crying; his father always told him crying was only a waste of time. “I'm sorry—”

“Don't be…” Rei-Rei's father pulled him closer, resting his chin on the top of Yuuta's head and rubbing his back in as comforting of a manner as he could.

“You should never be ashamed to cry, Yuuta… it's just a part of being human.”

While her mother fussed about her messy hair, her dirty uniform, and her tear-soaked face, Rei-Rei stared sadly at Yuuta.

She always thought herself as the kind of girl that could fill silences. The kind that could brighten a room no matter the circumstance, and in turn, the people in that room who were having a less than pleasant mood.

But with Yuuta… she never wanted to think about it too much, but she always found it hard to comfort Yuuta.

Words never formed even when she wanted them to. She could only manage bringing Yuuta into a hug and telling him that it'll all work out in the end— it was always him that did the comforting, never her.

All she could do was to only hope for the best. For both her, Yuuta, and their friendship. And that it could last for as long as they lived.

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Why did it have to turn out like this?

Rei-Rei asked that question over, and over, and over again in her head; her twin-braided hair soaked in dirty water, her body shaking, and every single one of the more recent stitches reopening and bleeding out.

Four people stood in front of her: two twins, both of them boys, one girl, and the one that pained her the most— Yuuta.

He was the one holding the bucket that was dropped over her head. She smelled of dirty school bathroom water, but all she could think about was: Why? What happened?

One of the twins snickered. “Look at her, she's crying!” Rei-Rei didn't realize the tears were flooding out until they were pointed out.

The other twin snickered with their brother. “What else is new? She's the school crybaby.”

The girl took out a pair of scissors, smiling widely — far too widely — at Rei-Rei's hair. She'd been growing it out for the better part of two years since elementary graduation… and she figured that now, it wouldn't be as long as it was for any longer.

Before the girl could even take a step closer, Yuuta stopped her, his hand gripping her wrist.

A ray of hope flashed in Rei-Rei's eyes. A small sliver, pleading with Yuuta before things could escalate with nothing but the eye contact they currently shared.

Yuuta's body was stiff, rigid. His grip tightened around the girl's wrist, making her squeal. “Y-Yuuta-!! Your hand-!”

“Sorry,” Yuuta said with a newfound lack of emotion Rei-Rei had realized, all too late, fit him far too well.

“But we shouldn't cut her hair.”

“Huh??” One twin’s jaw went slightly slack.

The other twin was outright outraged. “What the hell?? But it'd be so funny!!”

“And?” Yuuta shoved the bucket into the younger twin's chest, then locked eyes with Rei-Rei after pulling her hair up.

“She's already so…” his nose crinkled, his teeth bared in disgust. “Y'know what I mean?”

A swift push later, Rei-Rei was back on the ground, drenched in dirty water, her braids flimsy and undone; all her recent stitches reopened.

When she looked up, she hoped — if only for a moment — that she'd see a hint of regret from Yuuta. Any regret, any guilt; anything that could make her forgive him.

But he already turned his back on her, laughing with the rest of his new ‘friends’, before they all ran off to do God knows what.

Weakly, she sat up, looking down at herself. She knew nothing about those kids, not even their names, but she knew one thing. Because of them, her hopes were crushed.

Yuuta's changed. She missed him and who he used to be. But she lost him, too.

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Yuuta lost her. He lost Rei-Rei, and he was already beginning to slowly forget the details of her face. The color of her eyes.

Her smile.

His grip on the stuffed rabbit tightened unknowingly, his jaw clenched.

Most of everyone in Ramshackle were off on their own devices. Whatever they were doing, it wasn't important to him— not as important as trying to remember for even a moment, a semblance of what he could reminisce about Rei-Rei.

The laughs they shared, the memories they made; the good, the bad. The ones that made him smile in nostalgia, and the ones that made him want to punch through a wall out of sheer regret.

He remembered the day he started noticing her going to school less and less, until she just stopped coming. And once she stopped, it didn't take Yuuta long to finally come to terms with how shitty he'd treated her.

Maybe it was a courtesy, he thought to himself, staring down at the stuffed rabbit in his hands with a dark expression on his face. she's far, far away from me now.

And that's for the bes—

“Yuuta?”

He, very uncharacteristically, yelped, throwing the stuffed rabbit to the side and whipped his head toward the source of the voice.

His eyes narrowed into slits once he processed who called out to him.

“Octavia,” Yuuta crossed his arms, arching a conspicuous brow. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothin',” Octavia had a habit of acting very cartoonishly. Almost every single thing she did, or said, reminded Yuuta of all the old cartoon reruns he and Rei-Rei would watch as children.

Octavia herself reminded him far too much of Rei-Rei. The girl she used to be to him, far more than anyone else in Ramshackle.

“It's clearly somethin',” Yuuta drawled, the two of them circling each other in his room like two cowboys preparing to duel at high noon. Ridiculous.

Octavia chortled, batting her eyelashes innocently with clasped hands. “What makes you think that?”

Yuuta found it best not to go along with whatever antics she had planned by continuing that subject. Instead, he switched it by asking, “shouldn't you be with Jamil?”

Damn it. Even the sound of Jamil's name on his tongue irritated Yuuta, almost as much as the thought of Octavia spending time with the guy who was damn near close to killing them during the winter break.

Octavia sighed solemnly, the back of her hand melodramatically placed on her forehead. “He is, apparently, too busy with another party in Scarabia…”

“And that stopped you?”

“Nope!”

This girl, I swear. “And…?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to… y'know..” he did not seem to, in fact, know. When Octavia realized that, she made a bunch of wild and frustratingly vague gestures with her hands.

Frustrated, Yuuta just said what she wanted to convey. “You want me to come with you?”

“Exactly!” Octavia beamed at him. For some reason, it hit Yuuta, hard.

With a gentle sigh, Yuuta conceded. He didn't say much, or anything at all. He gave her a nod, taking her hand to let her have a quick twirl right before Octavia laughed like an animated madwoman and dragged him to Scarabia at the speed of light.

Octavia wasn't stupid, however. Bubbly, cartoonish, with a heart full of snark? Sure, but not stupid.

Yuuta had the habit of staring at her for extended consecutive periods of time. As if he were remembering a time where things were simpler, and the cruel realities of the world — even in a world like Twisted Wonderland — weren't plaguing them in their thoughts.

Oh, if only he knew. Octavia didn't know if he knew. Maybe he forgot.

But she certainly didn't.

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【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

“Rei-Rei” — @jasdiary

Octavia Fortunato — @/jasdiary

Sumeragi Yuuta — Me 😈

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I've seen so many "gen z has no iconic artists" things recently and it's so boring how this happens with every new batch of 20 somethings in music. like I remember people saying the same thing about millennials and now no one says it because it's obvious who their icons are, now that they're in their 30s and 40s. the oldest genz-er is 26 right now. most genz-ers in general are still teenagers, but 26 is the oldest, most gen z ARTISTS are like 19-22 right now, and none of your favs put out their magnum opus at 21. kendrick lamar was still making club rap mixtapes under kdot, weyes blood was working a radio show and had zero albums, thundercat was the bassist for a thrash metal band with zero albums, flying lotus was an intern at an indie label with zero albums, beyonce hadn't dropped an album as beyonce yet, hozier was a back up singer with zero albums, rihanna was part of an unknown girl group with zero albums, lana del rey was also still a no name underground artist playing clubs...with zero albums. most of them are only tangentially in the industry and none of them are doing what they're known for at this point, much less dropping the album that cemented them as an icon. kendrick has like six mixtapes and two albums before good kid maad city (dropped at age 25); weyes blood has 3 albums and 3 eps before titanic rising (dropped at age 31); lana del rey -- as evidence by her many recorded but unreleased songs -- has entire catalogs before she breaks through with born to die (dropped age 27) and then four more albums until she has what most would consider her instant classic (NFR!, yes, most consider this her first classic, I'd probably say it's ultraviolence but we're talking widespread recognition as a classic-- anyway she dropped NFR! at 34); rihanna doesn't drop her inarguable classic until she's 28 (ANTI), after seven albums; kali uchis, who is the absolute youngest millennial artist makes her first album period at 24; beyonce's first classic album is self titled (again we're talking widespread recognition), which she drops at 32; flying lotus drops cosmogramma when he's 32 etc etc it keeps going on like this. as far as I can tell most of these artists didn't get generational icon status, really, until their 30s, especially because they weren't handed Icon status at the first album everyone liked. gen z artists are still in their early 20s -- mid 20s at the latest, which is before some of these artists even produced their first album.

"can you imagine [random genz artist] ever dropping [iconic album from 10 years ago]" nope, but that iconic album was a huge shock at the time too. no one expected gkmc or to pimp a butterfly from the guy who made bitch I'm in the club -- even people who loved section 80 didn't expect that. no one expected a genre bending concept album from the woman who made single ladies. no one expected a mainstream chamber pop breakthrough from the woman who made storms that breed (again I do love this album, that's not the point). no one expected cosmogramma from the guy scoring adult swim shorts (that's actually my favorite work from him, but again). it's just entirely possible billie eilish makes an instant classic after not impressing you for half a dozen album cycles. megan thee stallion could switch it up and make a genz illmatic in a few years as far as we know. ethel cain might have an inescapable crossover hit that becomes a decade defining album. or, much more likely, the people who will make generation defining work have still not made a single album yet because we're like five seconds into genz's being old enough to buy a drink.

[obabyobeymeme]

Little Moments in the House of Lamentation [#1?]

summary: peeks at what living with the seven avatars of sin is like when you're not threatened by school events, misadventures, or threatening happenings.

note: HAHAHAHAHAHAH remember when i posted one (1) work of mine and then dipped for like half a year?? ahahaha good times- anyway i'm back now and i SWEAR i'm gonna make an effort into posting more!!

➛ Making breakfast with Mammon, but you do most of the work ("Mammon, that's the 4th time you've prepared cup noodles for breakfast, no, adding eggs and chives isn't going to magically make it more acceptable")

➛ Hanging out with Henry 2.0! Calling his name and watching him wiggle and flutter his fins in excitement never gets old. Sometimes Levi lets you feed him (under his watch ofc) and you don't think you've ever appreciated a fish more

➛ You and Levi show memes to each other. Either by texting or shoving a phone into the other's face to get their reaction.

➛ Adding onto that: Devildom memes are either the pinnacle of dark humor or are shitposts that could rival the most unhinged of tumblr users. Sometimes you mix both Devildom and human world memes and it catches on. Hey, that counts as cultural exchange! Kinda...

➛ You and Satan have a little competition on how many cats you're able to spot in a month. Though you suspect he just uses that as an excuse to drag you out of the house with him more often because you "wouldn't have equal opportunities if you weren't out and about".

➛ Trying out recipes with Beel! He's the perfect taste tester (as long as you're the one providing the taste tests and as long as you keep an eye on whatever you're cooking at all times lest it disappear when you look away), imperfect attempts mean free food, and the satisfaction of both spending time with him and making something the whole house can enjoy in the end makes all the mild annoyance that comes with first tries worth it

➛ If you somehow manage to fall asleep in someplace other than one of the bedrooms, expect to find a blanket/coat draped over you c/o Lucifer, and/or an unexpected cuddle buddy in Mammon or Belphegor

➛ Asmo being Asmo, he probably has a lot of gifts addressed to him, be it samples of unreleased/limited edition beauty products or little care packages gifted by one of his admirers. As much as he appreciates them, he can't use all of them at once, so every month or so, he gives a portion of the gifts to the rest of the House. Isn't that generous of him~?

[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.

TAGS — sugar daddy!taehyung, age-gap, bratty!reader, praising, light degradation, spanking, punishment, blow jobs

WORD COUNT — 2.9 k

Taehyung as your sugar daddy is something that comes straight out of anyone's dreams. He's the hot older man people with daddy issues fantasize about. He lived a lavish lifestyle full of private jets, sports cars, and parties as one of Korea's many eligible bachelors.

You on the other hand were no different, being the daughter of a important politician who like many others always involved himself in shady business. Taehyung had met you at one of your father's garden parties, spotting you from afar in your pretty flower dress and becoming infatuated shortly after. He just had to know who you were.

"Ah Taehyung," your father smiled, "I'm glad you could make it. Before I forget actually this is my daughter y/n," he proudly showed you off, "once you get to know her she's an absolute doll."

Taehyung's dark eyes settled on yours, staring you down and eying your form appreciatively. "I'm sure she is.." He chuckled.

You weren't stupid. You knew he wanted you to be his little arm candy, who didn't? You were a pretty little thing who played dumb to stroke men's egos. Making them drop like dominoes with your charm and wits. Maybe you were bored with life because you found great amusement in watching for men fall in love with you.

Taehyung was no different. All it took was batting your lashes prettily at him and he was all yours.

Since you were a teenager you were taught to use your beauty to your advantage. Your aunt always promised the finer things in life that you didn't have to work for. She liked to use your mother as an example since she herself had played some tricks to end up where she was now. You saw this as a life lesson and invested your time in becoming everything a man could ever want.

You changed your whole appearance opting for something more revealing yet classy. You adopted certain mannerisms to aid in your little fake persona you put on. Half the men you knew were fooled by you, believing that they were your only one and you'd do anything for them. In the midst of their cockiness they failed to realize it was them who were doing the chasing and falling like fools.

When they realized this you were already gone, moving on to your next puppet.

Taehyung liked to spend thousands upon thousands on you, always making sure you were never left wanting. You wanted a new purse? Text him. A unreleased pair of Louboutin heels caught your eye? Taehyung knew the guy, don't worry the heels will be on their way. You lost your dress? Taehyung rented out Chanel for you, pick out what you want!

You were absolutely in love, the sex that came afterwards was just a bonus. He treated you like the princess you are but fucked like he absolutely hated your guts.

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"I thought you said your attention was all mine..?" You softly hummed, raising your heel clad foot to run down Taehyung's exposed chest.

You got him on his knees at the foot of the bed before you, he's wearing a silk button up shirt halfway done leaving his chest fully exposed. You apply the slightest amount of pressure, digging the sharp heel into his skin to leave beautiful red scratches. "But somehow you seem to be drifting away from me Daddy," you look extremely uninterested, bored even, "is work more important than I am?"

Taehyung quietly hisses at the stinging sensation of your heel running down his skin, "You are. Daddy just has a lot of work to do little one, I promise I'll do whatever you want after I finish up on some paperwork." He softly murmurs and lifts your foot up gently to kiss it.

This could go two ways, you could either give in and let the poor man rest or you could act a brat. You think the second option is much more fun anyways, not like you have anything to do. You're in a remote island somewhere around Rio and you sure as hell don't speak Portuguese so going out on your own wouldn't be any fun anyways.

"So you brought me to this pretty island so I could watch you work? Daddy don't you say time is precious? Well my time is and I don't like to be kept waiting." You huffed, retracting your foot with faux anger.

"Baby," he chases your touch and tries to grab a hold of you again, "It's only a few papers petal." He tries to pacify you and soothe your anger like the soft man he is.

Your eyes narrow, "A few papers of my time. But it's fine, I'll let you be. After all work is more important than I am." You hum, you know you're being a brat about this but it's so fun because then he gets all worked up and angry sex ensues.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, "I never said that petal, all Daddy is asking for is a few minutes to finish some paperwork. That's all baby, Daddy will take you out and we do whatever you want afterwards. It's only a few minutes, I promise you." He smiles, pecking your knee gently as he rubs his thumbs over your ankle in a soothing manner.

It's almost enough to make you give in, but you don't. You're about to open your mouth when his phone rings in the distance. He stops to look in the direction of his office where the phone is and places a soft kiss on your knee once more, "Daddy will be right back." With that he goes.

You stare in awe, did he really just walk away from you? The nerve of this man! You frown, pursing your pillowy lips cutely and stomping a bit too loud into the walk in closet. If he wanted to go there you could too, it takes two to tango.

You dressed into a loose babydoll dress that's way too short for Taehyung's liking. You pair it with your white thigh high socks and baby pink platform heels. To top it all off you go for an all-kill with strawberry lip gloss that drives Taehyung crazy all the time. "Perfect," you grin striking a pose and snapping a few pictures to post later.

Taehyung's still on the phone when you enter his office mini purse in hand as you lean against the doorway playing with the hem of your dress. You watch him with sharp eyes, taking in his handsome appearance. His hair is slicked back messily, he's pacing around his office with a serious look on his face. The red lines from your heels scratching him are very much there, and it makes you proud of marking him.

You hum softly, gently swinging your purse in the air and watching it gently collide against the door frame. Mind you the purse cost Taehyung a hefty amount of money since it was custom made. Taehyung's attention is caught as his eyes briefly scan over you. It's a quick look but when he realizes what you're wearing he stops walking and stands there staring at you.

His eyes narrow a little, tongue peeking out to run over his upper lip as his eyes rake down your form just taking you in. "Yeah.. I'm listening." He calmly responds to who ever he's talking to on the phone.

You coyly smile, walking over slowly to his desk and taking a seat as you kick your feet slowly. Taehyung's jaw clenches, he knows what you're doing now and he doesn't think it's funny at all. He points to the bedroom, "Change," he commands in a deep baritone voice. It's clear that he isn't playing around.

"No. I'm going out like this." You twirl a strand of your hair.

Taehyung stares at you, never have you ever been this bratty and that says a lot given that you were quite the handful sometimes. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he calmly spoke, "I'll call you back, something came up."

You felt excitement bubble up within your tummy as you eagerly awaited for Taehyung. You perk up when he rounded the desk and stood in front of you. He leaned over you, setting his hands on either side of you. He looked so hot angry.

"I'm sorry, do you mind repeating yourself for me?" Taehyung was eerily calm for someone who looked like they were about to explode.

"I said," you softly whispered, "I'm not going to change."

Taehyung slowly nodded, "So you want to act out now? Where did my polite baby go? I mean shit I knew you were a fucking brat but not to this extent." He rubbed his temples, "I'm only going to repeat myself one time, either you change that dress or I bend you over and spank that pretty ass raw baby. Choose one."

Your tummy did little flips at the thought of being spanked, you felt a familiar heat pulsing between your legs. "I'm keeping the dress on." Was all you said.

A few seconds of silence passed, you had officially done it now. Taehyung looked angrier than anything as he grabbed you by the upper arm and dragged you to the room. A soft whine left you, not being used to this at all. "Daddy you're hurting me." You whined.

"I don't fucking care," Taehyung glared, "you decided to act like a selfish little brat now I'm going to treat you like one. On my lap, now." He said as he sat down and pat his thigh.

You bit your lip, wiggling over his lap and settling down with a pout. "Quit your fucking pouting, you knew damn well what you were doing." He grunted, flipping the short dress up and yanking your panties down, "Acting like a selfish brat, you like testing me don't you? Teasing me in this little dress with your little white socks, tell me baby were you planning on acting like a little slut outside?"

Before you could reply Taehyung slapped your ass hard. A startled yelp left you, "Ow!–No Daddy I swear," you wiggled around.

"Don't fucking interrupt me," Taehyung snapped, "you really thought I would let you go outside looking like this? Baby you're all mine, no one can have you like this. No one you hear me?" He growled, smacking your ass harshly once more.

A pitiful whimper left your lips, your ass stung harshly from each slap he landed. "Count." Taehyung didn't say anything else after that, raining hard slaps on your otherwise tender ass.

You were yelping and whimpering at the first set of ten slaps, but then they got too much to bear and soft sobs poured from your lips. "Thirteen, 'm sorry Daddy," you cried softly, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Taehyung gently rubbed his hand over your ass, patting the tender cheeks with a hum, "Are you truly sorry? Or are you just saying this because you want me to stop?"

"I'm sorry," you breathed out, "I won't make you mad again Daddy."

He pretended to think about it, humming to himself and then landing a hard slap. "I don't believe you."

You cried out in pain, eyes squeezing shut from the fire you felt prickling at your skin. You were pretty sure after this you were not going to be able to sit for a week straight. Not without remembering this spanking that is. "Daddy please–" you cried out.

"Please what?" Taehyung grunted, "Are you going to listen? No more acting out? No more being selfish?" He emphasized his words with hard slaps.

"I-I won't! P-Promise you I'll be your good girl!" You sobbed, ears ringing from the pain of his harsh spanks.

Taehyung was satisfied with your answer and let you go. He gently guided you on to the bed caressing your backside, "You were such a good girl for me, took your punishment without a hassle. Don't move petal, I'll bring some cream for your bum." He said as he got up and walked out of the room.

You laid there whimpering quietly to yourself, it hurt like hell but honestly it was worth every second of it. You sniffled softly, nuzzling the pillow and sighing when you felt him return to the room. He made sure to apply the cream gently and avoid applying pressure to your sore ass.

"There, there," he softly murmured, "did so well for me. Is there anything you want petal?"

You thought of a few things before replying, "Want.. want to please you." You softly replied, "Can I? Please.."

"Please me how baby?" Taehyung hummed.

"Want to suck your cock, pretty please." You gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster.

Taehyung cursed quietly, you looked like a dream with puffy tear stained eyes and glossy lips. He caressed your hair gently and leaned down to peck your forehead, "And how would you do that baby? Your poor little ass is all red now, I doubt you'd wanna sit back."

"A pillow..?" You softly asked.

"Spoiled little thing you are," Taehyung sighed and gave in to your wishes.

He helped you set the soft pillows on the ground, gently lowering you on to them as you were positioned between his open legs. "Go on petal, you were a good girl." He hummed.

You happily went in for you treat, you didn't want to take your time since your ass was really killing you even with the soft pillows. You managed to fish his hard cock out, giggling to yourself because the man was clearly a sadist. He just didn't admit it out loud.

Your lips slowly wrapped around the tip of his cock, tongue slithering out to collect the beads of pre-cum gathering. Taehyung softly groaned in appreciation, his fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the locks. He watched the way you worked your way down his cock, lips wrapped obscenely around his girth.

"Fuck, that's it baby keep going for me. Get it nice and wet," Taehyung moaned at the obscene lip smacking sounds you produced.

You moaned softly, suckling messily at his cock as your saliva aided you in a smooth slide. Your hands gently fondled his balls, tongue running alongside the shaft and over sensitive veins. You looked up at him, fluttering your eyes at him and moaning.

Taehyung hissed softly reaching down to hold your hair firmly. "So good baby," he breathed out as he guided your movements. 

They were unrushed but sloppy, he couldn't help the small twitch his cock gave when felt your drool dribble down his shaft and drip down to his balls. He was in heaven right now, you knew how to work him just right and stimulate all his sensitive spots too. You slurped up the excess spit coating his cock, pushing yourself down until your nose brushed against his pelvis. Your eyes fluttered and you fought against your gag reflex to not choke and ruin the moment. 

He shuddered in pleasure, lips forming an 'o' as he tossed his head back from the feeling. Quiet gagging noises filled the room, you noisily swallow around his cock which makes him moan even louder. The constrictions of your throat send him to cloud nine, he tightens his hold on your hair and begins to buck up wildly into your mouth.

"Shit baby, I'm gonna cum," he grunts out, "gonna fill that slutty mouth of yours, you gonna be  my good girl and swallow it all?" He pants lifting your head up. 

You gasp softly, heaving a little as you take greedy gulps of air after being held down for so long. "Yes," you breathe out, "gonna be your good girl Daddy, won't let a drop go to waste." You open your mouth once more and take him back in. 

Taehyung looks fucked out as he bobs your head up and down. He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm bubbling up as his movements stutter at times. "Shit, shit," he gasps out as his back hunches forward just a little from the intense pleasure eating at him. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum." He moans loudly. 

You pull back all the way to the tip, sucking harshly as your hand comes down to stroke him quickly. His cock throbs even more in your hold, small spurts of cum already leaking out of his cock. Taehyung's grunting and moaning breathlessly, he can't keep up with you and decides to let you be as he rests his hand in your soft but tangly hair. 

Suddenly a long moan leaves Taehyung's throat as he stills, stopping your movements and holding you in place. His cum fills your mouth and you happily lap it all up, suckling at the tip with a happy moan. Taehyung pries your hand off his cock once it gets too sensitive for any more stimulation. He's panting harshly, eyes shut as he leans back on to the bed and lays there. 

"You fucking drained me, my dick feels like it's gonna fall off or something." He grunted out. 

You smile coyly to yourself and climb back up to the bed, "Daddy about this necklace I saw when we went into town the other day, can we go get it? Pretty please Daddy?" You softly pouted.

Taehyung hums quietly as he's still relishing in the waves of pleasure rolling through him in the aftermath of his orgasm. "Hm... yeah baby, anything you want." He pulls you closer into his arms as he strokes your hair gently. 

With your cheek pressed against his chest you smirk to yourself, what a time to be alive.

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This challenge was meaningless, or, more rather, it was pointless. Krel knew he had earned the grade fairly, the assignments were boringly easy by Akiridion standards. Somehow, the flesh color of his disguise was reason enough to be accused of cheating? If Krel really felt like cheating he would have hacked into the school's mainframe and excel his grades that way, but even then that would be showing off his intelligence.

Morando's hand curled over his shoulder, copying the gesture Mr. Johnson had done to his son, it probably seemed like a colder version in comparison. The way that the man clapped his hand heavily on Seamus' shoulder, Krel noticed how the human teen seemed to tense and stayed so while the appendage was on him. Will he ever stop talking or does he just like the sound of his own voice? There are better things to be done. And it is tiresome listening to the man brag about his son's intelligence as if it were his own. His own was more likely less so.

Krel crossed eyes with Seamus, blankly watching blonde brows furrow in anger but it was weak. He clearly didn't want to be here either. He was only here to save his path to Space Camp as Krel recalled from his stroll through town yesterday, rare that he ever left the house except to go to school. He did discover the wonder of Earth music though, that was a point for the mudball.

Morando responded to Mr. Johnson's claims, not in his usual confident purr but more formal and bored, like when he spoke to Commander Kubritz. Speaking as if the humans were a nuisance, well, it wasn't like they weren't.

"I agree with challenging the youth," he could hear Morando saying, "to make them stronger, smarter. However, claiming that it is not possible with your reasoning of darker complexions as if it were a mental defect is completely illogical." Mr. Johnson started with a growl, puffing his chest as if he hoped to reach Mornado's height. It was laughable to watch as his mouth opened to speak. Fortunately the class mentor stepped between them, silencing the man with her clipboard.

"Let us remember this is between the students," she crowed, pointedly glaring at Mr. Johnson. It has been made apparent that none of the teachers agree with his perspective of the situation. "There will be one equation of my choosing to solve, the student solves it correctly first gets the grade. Remember to show your work." She moved her clipboard to point at the whiteboard. Krel and Seamus stepped out from under their guardians' hands, each picking up a marker. The sound of chairs scratching the floor tiles signifying that the adults had taken two of the desks to watch them.

Miss Janeth stepped up between the two teens and scribbled an equation on the board above their heads. It was simple, more difficult than the actual school work but simple still from what Krel was used to. Both he and Seamus readied their markers as the teacher stepped away. The math was done already, Krel needed but a moment but he wasn't allowed to just write the answer. He had to show his work. Ridiculous.

"Begin."

Markers squeaked twice over across the whiteboard. It was annoying, writing utensils were annoying, the equation was annoying, and the overall problem was insulting. Why was he even bothering? Boredom? Pride? An unreleased sense of anger?

Sparing a glance at the blonde beside him. At least Seamus knew why he was doing this, as misguided the reasoning behind it was. Something was at stake for him. There was nothing at stake for Krel, he had no reason to worry, no reason to doubt his own skill in a subject where he excelled. Seamus wasn't his sister or his parents, he certainly wasn't Morando. There was nothing for him in this moment. No point in fighting when there was nothing to fight for.

The answer in black ink stood before him, not yet written but undeniable there. He wasn't fighting to keep his people safe from this human. His hand moved automatically to put in the answer. If Krel turned around now, Seamus would lose his right to Space Camp and Krel would gain nothing. This fight wasn't worth it.

He wiped away his answer and wrote a new one, not too far from the truth. Turning around, he noticed at Seamus saw what he had done but remained silent as he turned as well. They both stepped aside to show their work. Krel only need to glimpse at the unimpressed expression on Morando's face before bowing his head. He couldn't find it in himself to feel shame for disappointing Morando, keep his own expression neutral.

Miss Janeth examined each of their works, giving a confused face at the end of Krel's yet didn't question it. "Both did well, however, young Mr. Kubritz is short one point."

"Of course he is," Mr. Johnson huffed, rising from his seat. Morando followed suit, silently approaching the front of the classroom. "There was no doubt my Seamus would win, I wasn't it expecting it to be so close, but nonetheless," the man was puffed up with pride that Krel wondered if he would float away with so much hot air in his head. Seamus appeared only a bit pleased by the half praise.

A hand on his shoulder, Morando guided Krel out of the room, Mr. Johnson's voice following after them.

"You lost with intent." Morando stated, a lighter tone than when he spoke to Mr. Johnson. "Why."

"It was a pointless fight," Krel answered, staring ahead. "The mathematics and physics of this planet are still so premature. I would not have been satisfied with this win, it would be unfair." He heard Morando hum as they exited the school building.

"You are still young, princeling," Morando spoke calmly, patiently like he does when he is actually teaching Krel something important. "But you will learn that every fight must be won, and that every win is important." They stopped beside a shiny, black vehicle parked beside the curb. Mr. Johnson's voice became more clear as they too left the building, Morando's hand left his shoulder. "And do not mind the primitivity of this planet, under our control it will be caught up one way or another."

Krel nodded his understanding. When they welcome Earth under Akiridion influence, Earth will be able to join the interplanetary alliance. "Are you meeting with the commander again?" He asked as one of the disguised OMEN opened the rear door for Morando.

"Yes." The older Akiridon answered. "Your 'pet' is finally cooperating with its extra training."

Letting the blankness in his expression slipped, allowing Krel to roll his eyes. Buster obviously was conscious enough to hold a grudge against his captors. Humans and their carelessness. So long as they are not using any of their energy blasters on him.

"You be alone tonight." Morando added as he settled into the seat.

"Of course." Krel replied watching the door shut. The OMEN that shut the door lowered an open hand to Krel's view, there were a few bills of local currency in its hand. He knew he had expressed interest in a select few on Earth's cultural amenities like the music, Sergeant Costas had gifted him a set of headphones to isolate the music so it wouldn't be disruptive to others, it was useful to tune out Kubritz.

Krel took the bills and pocketed them, stepping back from the car, watching as OMEN climbed in and as the vehicle pulled away. Until now, he didn't register that Mr. Johnson's voice was still booming and actively annoying, he turned around to the bigger vehicle parked farther away. It tipped and bounced as the man climbed in on side, Seamus stood on the other side. He had on hand on the door of the vehicle, but he was staring at Krel. It was unsettling.

Krel pulled his headphones over his ears and walked away. This was over.

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Two Gods, One Braincell Ch.6 Blessed Blade

Summary: Quest Complete!

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Kagami glared at the intricate lattice of glowing green symbols that hovered over the entire city. Web-like strands reaching down, connecting to every resident. The curse circle was directly over the hall of judgement slightly off the city center. For kilometers around tilled farmland lay barren.

Adrien was trying very hard not to be smug. "So, what do you think?"

"I think we have our work cut out for us." She scanned over the phrasing of the curse, noting subtle variations as the wording repeated itself in multiple languages. "Couldn't make it easy, could you."

"Where's the fun in that?" Adrien grinned, pleased with Kagami's difficulty in breaking his curse despite that being the goal of this quest.

Glancing at Nino, Kagami saw him indecisively switching from being proud of his best friend's work one moment. To bordering on terrified of the lingering rage emanating from it the next.

Nino pointed at the third seal drawn around the curse circle, which prevented it from being broken on any day of the year save one. Today. "Was that really neccessary?"

Adrien shrugged, almost achieving the air of nonchalance he sought. "I was angry."

Kagami's absent scales prickled as Nino shuddered. She still wasn't sure what was more impressive. That Adrien could cast such a complex curse in the heat of the moment. Or that the mortals down there did something that made Adrien angry. Adrien didn't get angry.

It was quite frustrating if Kagami was being honest.

"Alright," Kagami rolled her neck and stretched her arms. "Here's the plan."

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The priests' offerings smelled of hypocrisy and corruption. Nino wrinkled his nose, covering half his face with a sash to keep most of the smell out. That done, he made himself visible above the desecrated altar.

"Mortals!" Nino boomed. "Your penance has been found... wanting."

He knew Adrien would've made a more dramatic entrance but this was just as effective. Judging by the way most of the priests scrambled back, dropping their tools to the ground. All except one who lifted incense that burned with narcissism in Nino's direction.

With a flick of his wrist Nino's hexagon knocked the offensive stench out of the priest's hands.

"However... through no virtue of your own the Great Dragon Kagami has decided to show you mercy!" Lifting his arms heavenward Nino directed their attention to the sky. "Witness her clemency!"

Finishing his speech Nino vanished from their sight and rose above the smells that burned his nose.

Adrien grinned. "You make a good herald."

"No thanks." Nino sniffed his armor. "Ugh, I need a bath."

"Well you're in luck!" Adrien dumped shoulders with his best friend before the smell hit him. He sprang back, pinching his nose shut. "You weren't kidding!"

"I feel so loved right now," Nino deadpanned.

"Just..." Adrien waved him closer to the gathering stormclouds. "Stand over there. By destruction, that's worse than I remember it! Kagami's doing her thing."

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Far above the curse circle Kagami adjusted her grip on her tsurugi. Focusing all her power on her mother's blade. Picturing it as the eye of the storm.

She moved into the first stance. The smell of rain filled her nostrils, unreleased lightning charged the air and ran across her skin.

Slashing the wind she moved into the second stance. Her clouds rose higher than mountains, covering the sun. Lightning arced from cloud to cloud. Her heartbeat accelerating with the coming storm.

Again Kagami changed stances. Thunder roared with the voice of a dragon. With the tip of her blade Kagami wrote her name on the sky itself. Wind and rain and lightning burst from the kanji.

Raising her sword Kagami turned to face the city below her feet. Then she raced earth-ward. Her storm following in her wake.

The curse roared like a lion. Three consecutive circles bursting to life above its main body. Raindrops hung suspended in midair and lightning froze in its tracks. The wind raged above it but did not come down.

Only Kagami's blade sank into the first seal.

"I am the Great Dragon Kagami!" She announced, voice booming.

The first circle broke and her sword found the second. Wind howling as it battered the second circle.

"Only daughter of Tomoe the Unyielding Storm!"

Cracks spread across the second seal and it too broke. Lightning joined the wind in its assault. Kagami forced her blade into the third seal.

"Greatest sword master of Heaven!"

The final seal screeched in protest as it shattered. Rain fell past her, washing away part of the curse as it went. Wind shaking apart the glowing words. Lightning burning away its lines as it flashed. Still the curse roared in defiance.

"In my Name I break Destruction's curse!"

Kagami's blade sliced its core in half.

Far below the mortals rejoiced as rain quenched their empty fields after a yearlong drought. Some danced in relief, others brought out empty jars, children and adult alike opened their mouths and drank from the sky. Afterward some would say they saw Kagami through the clouds, scarlet scales shining in the flash of lightning.

Nino opened his arms and let Kagami's storm wash the stench from his armor.

Adrien sent a marble sized orb of darkness toward the hall of judgement. The great doors burst open, letting in the wind and rain. Letting the elements cleanse what the priests had tainted.

Kagami shifted out of her dragon form, a grin spread wide across her face. Kimono soaked through with her own rain.

"Tackling it head on, huh." Adrien smirked.

"It worked didn't it."

He nodded. "Impressive as always." Wiping his wet hair out of his eyes Adrien returned the grin. "The greatest sword master in Heaven, huh?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Do you deny it?"

"Nope! It's been millennia since our first duel and you've only gotten better." Adrien's eyes gazed at her with admiration.

Despite the chill of wind and rain Kagami felt heat creep up her cheeks. Strangely she didn't mind it.

"Gods, look!" Nino pointed down toward the temple complex.

A squad of guards were escorting the priests out of the temple to the cheers of the other mortals. Apparently, they'd also had enough of the hall of judgement being profaned.

"Oh, now they decide to act!" Thunder rumbled with Kagami's annoyance.

Adrien just smiled. "I dunno, Ryuko. Sometimes," he took a deep breath. "You need something to look forward to."

Kagami eyed him skeptically but she inhaled through her nose. There, buried under her own magic and the lingering stench of their transgressions, was the tentative scent of hope. "Hmm, I guess so."

"Either way the prophets and oracles will notice heaven is answering their calls again," Nino pointed out. "They'll need the guidance." He slumped as realization dawned. "That means I'll have to do it."

"Think of it this way," Adrien wrapped an arm around Nino's shoulders. "We all played an important role! I cursed the city. Kagami lifted it. And you get to make sure the mortals don't backslide!"

"Well..." Nino gazed down at the city. Going through the best ways to encourage these particular mortals. "Alya will relish the challenge, at least."

"That's the spirit!"

Kagami smiled, letting her storm calm down to a drizzle. (Didn't want to wash loose soil away after all that, now did she.) Storm gods, particularly dragons, usually had very little direct interaction with mortals. She preferred it that way. Dealing with most other deities was already exhausting. Having to interact with thousands of mortals that hadn't even hit their first century yet on top of that? No, thank you. "I don't envy you."

"Ha!" Nino held out his fist.

Beaming, Adrien did the same.

Raising an eyebrow in amusement Kagami met them with her own.

Light sparked from their three magics.

Letting go of Nino, Adrien pulled Kagami into a kiss. No less passionate for its short length. "Home?"

"Of course," Kagami intertwined their fingers. "We have to tell Mother the news."

She was thrilled to see Adrien turn red at her words. He buried his face into her shoulder. Which must've been awkward considering how tall he was. Adrien mumbled something against her kimono.

"What was that?"

Lifting his still red face, Adrien gave her a shy smile. "I'd like that."

Shifting in unison Kagami and Adrien raced across the sky. Scarlet dragon with black cat. Nino waving after them.

Once they were specks in the distance Nino lowered his arm. "Good luck with the council. Celestial paperwork is a devil."

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