#Purple is the best husbando

[deathmetalunicorn1]

So like, what if our dear reader drank a potion ehich made them a child but they have their conscious n thinking capability still the same as their adult time but the gods think they hv toddler brain, and they use it to their advantage to be pervy. And in context to the above image, they would bit their husbandos titties and gods would think she is just hungry, but in some (any of ur choice) incident they find out she still has adult brain n is only fulfilling her fantasies so when they r back to Normal they r in for some spicy smut . Thank you and I hope you will fulfill my request for record of ragnarok characters : Thor, loki, hades ,poseidon , rudra, indra, Buddha, Qin shi huang, Sakata kintoki, Nikola , beelzebub. Please do individual characters only for the smut part. For the biting the tiddies part I would like that the reader be go around feeding on them all 😳

Hello my love, I’m happy to do my best in this request for you, but I do need to let you know the only character I won’t be writing is Kintoki, as I haven’t had enough screen time/ manga pages, with him, so I’m not sure how to write his character. I do apologize.

-Panic was the only thing swarming around you at the moment, after you woke up in the body of a younger toddler.

-You had been stunned silent, being completely coherent of the situation, but you couldn’t talk and say anything otherwise.

-The man of your life was holding you to his chest, frantic as he tried to make sense what was going on, while you were just chilling in a tee-shirt that was ten times too big for you.

-Zeus found a glass with a strange purple liquid inside of it nearby and inspected it closely before announcing you had unknowingly drank a potion that turned you into a toddler, and you would be a toddle for at least the next 24 hours.

-You looked up at your lover, feeling bad that he was so worried about you, as you were trying to figure out the same thing.

-However, as you looked up at him, his muscles were staring you right in the face, hugging you to his large and voluptuous pecs.

-Hearts immediately appeared in your eyes, without anyone seeing and the little devil and little angel appeared on your shoulders and instantly the devil suplexed your angel almost instantly, “DO IT!!”

-You instantly opened your mouth and began to mouth around his peck, cooing cutely as he panicked, holding you back away from him.

-Zeus laughed warmly, stroking his bread, “Looks like Y/N is hungry and trying to feed off you.” He tried to come over to pinch your cheek and you whined, tears filling your eyes, waving your arms back to your lover, fussing.

-Instantly you were back where you wanted to be, cooing in content, looking so innocent to the others in the room who all thought you were adorable, while your thoughts were anything but.

-You slapped your hands against his pec, giggling happily as you nuzzled your cheek against it and instantly tried to latch on to his nipple, living out your perverse fantasy.

-While embarrassing for him, you weren’t bothered as he tried to get you to get off his chest, offering you a bottle instead, but you smacked it away, only wanting his chest!

-Several hours later, after everyone had left, leaving only you and your lover, who was drained after dealing with this whole situation.

-You lifted yourself up as he stroked your hair, babbling up at him, as he had an arm thrown over his eyes and he looked at you, giving you a soft smile, “You’re cute like this, but I want my Y/N back.”

-Your eyes softened, your love for him only growing before you cooed softly, reaching for his face and he chuckled, lifting you up and pecked your cheek gently.

-You managed to press your lips against his lips and POOF! You were now sitting across your lover’s chest, the shirt now a bit stretched due to your adult form.

-A smile appeared on your lips, “I love you (Love).” He was stunned, having not expected you to change back with just a kiss before his hands came to your thighs, the smile on his face not matching the aura of fury surrounding him, “Y/N~ were you aware of what you were doing as a baby?”

-Your grin was telling and instantly he swatted your rear hard, making you keen loudly, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through you.

-By the look in his eyes, you were going to be punished~

-Thor- He quickly had you on your knees, bent over you, one hand holding your head down to the ground while the other slapped at your ass and the back of your thighs while he pounded into you. You were a drooling mess, crying out, your nails digging into the blanket he had thrown on the floor, your one mercy from him. He was relentless, his pace never faltering, bringing you to peak one after another. Your antics fueled him, you had embarrassed him and he wanted to drive every thought besides him and his cock from your head.

-Loki- You teased and embarrassed him, he will give it back to you tenfold. He liked it a bit more when you were in charge, begging you, but when he was in charge, he made sure you wouldn’t forget it. You hummed as he forced you to swallow him to the base, not caring that you were almost choking, his hands tangled in your hair, throat fucking you hard and fast. You whined, trying to get your hands free so you could touch yourself as you were dripping down your thighs. He sneered down at you, “C’mon Y/N, maybe I’ll fuck you if you make me cum? Can you do that?” his condescending tone made you squeeze around nothing before you hollowed your cheeks, making him thrown his head back.

-Hades- If you want to act like a brat and embarrass him, he’ll treat you like a brat. His hands rubbed across the back of your thighs, listening to your breathy pants, soothing the ache away after he had just thrown you over his knee and spanked you. A smirk appeared as his fingers stroked down your rear, finding your dripping core and instantly you mewled as his fingers brushed against the wetness, “My-my~ you’re so wet. Don’t tell me you liked your punishment?” his fingers quickly worked into your core, making your back arch upwards with a sharp cry before you felt something hard shifting against your stomach. You would have to misbehave more often.

-Poseidon- In hindsight, you realized you needed to get better at lying, at least with things like this, your hands were bound above your head, tying you to his large bed, and began to punish you. Your ass was red from his slaps, they stung but at the same time, the little bit of pain felt so good~ and you were four orgasms in, you felt so dizzy, so delirious. Poseidon entered with some water for you, helping you drink it before he kissed you hard, licking the drops of water at the sides of your mouth away, “Don’t pass out on me now. You’re punishment is far from over.” You looked up at him, confused before your eyes widened as he opened a large stamina potion and downed the whole thing. He looked at you with a feral look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but squeak, pressing your thighs together.

-Rudra- You moaned softly as he stroked your ass, having just finished spanking you, red covering your ass and thighs, while his other hands were holding you down. He murmured into your hair gently after sitting you up, making you straddle his waist, “You did so good for me, my bad little girl. I think we’ll move onto the second punishment now~” he was quick to free his cock and lifted you with two of his hands and pulled you down hard. A sharp cry left you as you almost immediately came and he instantly stilled, “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” You licked your lips and he instantly grinned and began to jackhammer up into you.

-Indra- You relaxed your throat again as he made you gag again, thrusting up, making you take him deeper. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, “Keep going, you’re not finished yet.” He had forced you immediately to your knees, bullying you back into your place as punishment, but he knew you liked it, else you would have used your safe word or safe word action. His one hand brushed your hair from your face, the soft action a stark contrast of his rough treatment, making you choke on his cock and ignoring your needs, for the moment. Once he felt like you had learned your lesson then he would reward you, maybe.

-Buddha- Your hands were almost instantly bound as soon as he had you pinned to the ground, forcing his body between your thighs, grinding down hard on you, dry humping you. Your shirt had long been shredded and he used your chest to his heart’s desire, titty fucking you, painting your chest and face with his cum, sucking at your own nipples until they were almost painfully sensitive, but the worst thing is that he kept fingering you and denying you orgasm after orgasm, overstimulating you but never giving you any relief. Only when you could only make noises and say his name did he finally fuck you, giving you exactly what you wanted, treating you like a sex toy, boy did you love that.

-Qin Shi Huang- He was so cruel to you, spanking you while talking so gently to you, like you were a child, praising you taking your punishment like a big girl, making you whine. Once he stopped, after about fifteen slaps to your ass and thighs, he rolled you over, sucking on your own nipples like he was the baby. He enjoyed feeling your hands scratching along his scalp, but he was quick to pull back and grab his blindfold, tying you to his bed, “Ahh-ahh my little lotus, this is a punishment. Take what I give you.” You whined softly, pouting up at him, but another slap to your aching thigh had any complaints quickly dying. He kissed you softly, before whispering against your lips, “If you behave, maybe I’ll reward you.” He relished the look on your face, biting your bottom lip lightly but delight in your eyes.

-Nikola- Could only pout as you hugged him, apologizing, refusing to look at you as you nuzzled your nose against his cheek, a pout coming to your own lips, “I just wanted to live out one of my fantasies with you Nikola~ you never let me do anything like that in the bedroom.” His head finally turned, “Fine. Since you got to live out one of yours, you get to help me with one of mine.” Ten minutes later you were in the skimpiest little maid costume you had ever seen, complete with high heels, stockings, and no panties. He had opened his shirt and undone his pants before taking a glass of wine and poured it all over his chest and crotch, “Clean it up.” You kneeled before him, batting your eyes, “Of course, master~” he was quick to groan, his head falling back as you got to work, both of you curious about more sexual fantasies you both had.

-Beelzebub- Had immediately pinned you down, face down ass up, after forcing the shirt off of you, leaving you completely bare and bullied his cock into you. Your sharp and slightly painful cries were music to his ears as he set a harsh and rough pace, hands digging into your ass, his nails biting just slightly into your skin, “You think it’s funny to embarrass me in public? Maybe I should take you out and fuck you in the meeting room, let all the other gods see you.” You mewled loudly which made him smirk, feeling you tighten around him, “Oh~ are you really that much of a little whore, Y/N? Well too bad, your body is mine, and mine alone.” He slapped your ass hard, making you cry out loudly for him, “Yours! Only yours!” his pace increased, each thrust driving a harsh cry from your naughty lips.

[hanakihan]

to follow @i-bring-crack, here i present you all

Sung Jin-Woo / Woo Jin-Chil Weird AU WIPs Bingo (because my fantasy runs wild)

Fatal Frame AU: Jin-Chul disappears on assignement to investigate disappearance of people near small village. Jin-Woo, worried, plagued by nightmares and paranoid over moving shadows in their shared apartment, goes to find Jin-Chul himself. He had no idea that he’s Abyss’ creation that helped It to find and seek back what belongs to It. Jin-Chul was the only survivor in sacrificial night because his mother helped him to escape and ritual failed, entire village consumed in eternal darkness that froze this place in time. Jin-Woo, fighting with his nature as Abyss’ creation, arrives at sacrificial altar, where remaining piece awaits, clad in white and reds. The question is, will he succumb to shadows and finish ritual that failed or will defy his fate.

Houseki no Kuni AU: Clinohumite (Jin-Woo) is a right hand for Gray Diamond (Go Gun-Hee), not the hardest yet not the most fragile of gemstones. Being the one to keep track of all gemstones and their schedules, it falls on him to find always sneaking Alexandrite (Jin-Woo) and finally assign him a proper task. Game of hide and seek results in first proper meeting, the best fighter among them all that catches Clinohumite from falling and breaking, while shining purple eyes laugh at him. Since Clinohumite won by finding him, Alexadrite arrives next day at meeting in clear blue glory, under different light he changes his color and slightly personality. Clinohumite once was on Moon and returned from it barely whole but has no memories of it, because Alexandrite was his initial partner on patrol duty until he failed to save Clinohumite from abduction and that’s why he avoids him, ashamed of his previous weakness.  Clinohumite’s abduction resulted in appearance of other self in Alexandrite (basically pre Monarch awakening Jin-Woo as blue hue Alexandrite at day and Shadow Monarch Jin-Woo as purple hue Alexandrite at night).

Idol AU: Jin-Chul wanted to be a normal office clerk, not to work as an idol manager. He lacks enthusiasm but he gets the job done, but even then he decides that he’ll quit after his final assignment. Final assignment happened to be the most popular Idol in South Korea - Sung Jin-Woo, who, compared to other Idols, is actually nice and easy to manage. Poor Jin-Chul has no idea what a disaster Jin-Woo is, especially after Jin-Chul caught his eyes.  ‘After our contract ends i’m going to retire’ ‘Oh great i plan to graduate from idol industry and take a vacation with you’ ‘Congratulatio-- WAIT WHAT’ And Jin-Woo’s graduation alnum was full of love songs that broke top charts in less than a day.

Absolute Being Incarnation AU: No matter what, Shadow Monarch seeks his God, while God seeks familiar presence. They both awakened through pain and suffering, but in the end they’re together after lifetimes of separation. They’re Origin and Finality of everything, but most of all, they’re two pieces that perfectly match. 

Gacha AU: Jin-Woo was a prime example of pop-culture illiterate. And then apparently Jin-Ah drags him into gacha hell where in addition to his Shadow Monarch title he earns The Supreme Whale title and he absolutely doesn’t regret speding money on 2D husbando when in theory he can have 3D one. Two pining dorks whaling the hell out of game for each other’s content because they’re afraid to speak about their feelings in real life.

Childhood sweethearts AU: Jin-Chul was a white crow that other kids avoided. That is until a really cute boy approached him and asked if he wants to play. Jin-Chul had a thought to be rude so other boy will leave him alone but honestly it won’t hurt to play with a child who’s younger by some years? After that they were playmates for some time because Jin-Chul’s orphanage took kids out to play in park, and one day this boy gifted Jin-Chul really cute but clearly child made plushies of himself and that boy, and Jin-Chul almost cried because no one gifted something directly to him and for him. And boy had courage to propose to him despite being at least head shorter and younger, and Jin-Chul told him to grow up first. That was their last meeting, but Jin-Chul still held those plushie dolls dear to his heart, caring and repairing them when time came. Jin-Woo never forgotten that lonely but pretty boy from childhood to whom he promised to marry once he grows up, and deducted it was Jin-Chul after seeing those old plushies that are clearly taken good care of.  ‘If that boy from years ago to propose to you again, will you accept?’ And Jin-Chul silently drops plushies he was holding, seeing a fine man that still look at him with same admiration and affection just like that pure boy on playground.

Howl’s Moving Castle AU: Jin-Chul is a workaholic who rarely rests, but he still finds time to be kind to people. After unknowingly helping a Shadow Monarch in disguise, he gets cursed by other Monarchs for contacting with exiled one. Now it’s up to Shadow Monarch to return a kindness favor to human who got caught in this mess and fall in love with warmth and brightness of his soul despite his eldery appearance. Also there’s definitely a scene of Jin-Woo lovingly stroking Jin-Chul’s golden locks as man becomes youthful in his sleep again wrapped in blankets near fireplace.

Hades and Persephone AU: Under request of Gun-Hee (Demeter), Jin-Chul (Persephone) visits Underworld to welcome and help new God - Jin-Woo (Hades), since Jin-Chul knew previous Shadow Monarch and helped him from time to time to run things in Underworld. Because Jin-Woo had no idea, he accidentially fed Jin-Chul food from Underworld. Jin-Chul found a solution, thus creating seasonal cycle. Jin-Woo feels bad about his mistake and doesn’t notice how he fell in love with god of spring and nature.

Frog Prince AU: Jin-Woo is a soon to be heir to a kingdom, and he needs a spouse. Unfortunately, he’s not interested in getting married when whole country is open for explaration. In the end, his parents make him to shot an arrow - where it lands, there will be his spouse. Jin-Woo finds his arrow in swamps and near his arrow is an ordinary looking frog. Ashamed to lie to his parents, he brings frog back to palace, where he becomes an object of laughter. Heir’s spouse shall go through trials to show their skills, but seeing that heir brought a frog with him, no one took it seriously. But surprisingly, each morning Jin-Woo found each required item made with utmost care. Jin-Woo goes to bed ready to be a laughterstock next evening because there will be a ball to congratulate him on his engagement on swamp frog, but before falling asleep he feels someone stroking his head and whispering to wait for him at ball night. At that same night instead of a frog a beautiful man enters the room, a shining brilliance that adresses Jin-Woo as his future husband who took a good care of him while he was small and weak. Jin-Woo later finds and burns frog skin making things worse, because Jin-Chul was a cursed missing adopted prince that king Gun-Hee tried to find for years. Now it’s up to Jin-Woo to lift the curse and fix his mistakes.

Palace intrigue AU (Heavily inspired by Kusuriya no Hitorigoto and Cinderella): Jin-Chul’s parents were high ranked prostitutes in red light district that raised him in brothel. By sheer luck and because brothel owner knew General Go Gun-Hee by old friendship, he ended up in his care as a right hand man. By no mans Jin-Chul was a best educated man, but he knew basics enough to preform taks given to him. Who would’ve known that during his visit to palace with Gun-Hee he’ll manage to save princess Jin-Ah from being poisoned? Apparently brothel knowledge comes in handy when someone tries to assassinate someone. And just like that a faceless soldier with no name behind him and no education gains a favor of the Emperor, whom almost no one saw. And on top of that some palace minister, who happens to be Gun-Hee’s friend, has a tendency to drag Jin-Chul into problems while Gun-Hee laughs on background because while Emperor Jin-Woo is in disguise to escape his obligations as a ruler of a nation, it’s still hilarious to see that sparkle in Emperor’s eyes when your adopted son scolds the Emperor for doing something dumb.

IB-inspired AU: Jin-Chul is a busy salaryman, but when given free tickets to attend an art gallery dedicated to famous missing painter Sung Jin-Woo who had a very distinct style focusing on blues and purples, he attended. Too caught up in admiring art pieces, Jin-Chul doesn’t notice changes in gallery and accidentially falls into one of paintings. Ending up in reverse gallery with nothing but a vibrant yet dead looking yellow rose he wanders around and tries to avoid hostile Shadow series paintings that came to life. In the end Jin-Chul finds missing painter - albeit he has some memory issues. But then also he finds that Jin-Woo made a themed self portrait for Shadow Series before his disappearance titled ‘Shadow Monarch’. Now Jin-Chul questions who’s real and who’s impostor while questioning if the person he bonded with is the real Sung Jin-Woo or a pretending Shadow Monarch.

Genderswap AU: Jin-Chul never understood what Hunter Sung found in her - he got the looks, the power, everything he can desire at this point, he’s surrounded by best looking hunters out there, yet despite it all he follows her around, a workaholic, constantly tired and not best looking person out there. She’s tall and too sharp for a dream girl, no curves and softness, only sharp angles and muscle, no skirts and heels, only suits and occasional loafers. She even gets confused for a man most of the times so yes, what Hunter Sung potenially could’ve found in her is a complete mystery for her.  On side note if both are women, Jin-Woo domineering the fuck out of men but chosing bae over hoes because she has her lesbian priorities okay and because chairman’s right hand lady is so fun to tease

Nier AU: After fall of humanity, two Androids - B1 (Jin-Woo) and A8 (Jin-Chul) - continue to wander on Earth trying to fulfill their mission despite no need. B1, who in reality happened to be E1 type Android and A8 - an old model - locate and destroy Monarchs - signle A.I. units that stop Earth from self regenerating. They succeed, but in the end, nothing is left on them, empty falling apart shells that want to meet their end together, because maybe they found humanity while it ceased to exist? /whoever gets why there’s numbers 1 and 8 ilu

Titanic (kinda?) AU: a rich class young master and an ordinary overworked coal covered engineer meet on luxurious cruise ship even though they were never supposed to. What can go wrong on nighttime when both of them meet and talk without social boundaries surrounded by lull of waves? As a part of engineering team Jin-Chul stays on sinking ship and after securing his family Jin-Woo having none of this self sacrificial shit because Jin-Chul has people he cares about too.

Gambler/Organized crime AU: Investigator Jin-Chul having a cold case on his hands - and potentially, the Shadow Monarch, one of Monarchs that rule underground criminal world in Korea, has needed leads to finally solve it, so killing spree can be ended. Once a month his syndicate organizes gambling night - a type of gambling battle royale between participants and Shadow Generals for winning and having a chance to have an audience with unreacheable Shadow Monarch. Jin-Chul, desperate to find a lead, signs in as a participant and slowly climbs him way towards victory, avoiding death along the way. Surprisingly, he gets small aid from ‘benefactor’ who seems benevolent enough. Jin-Chul survives the night and has a meeting with a mysterious Shadow Monarch, who’s curious what a government dog (heh--) is doing in such place and why going to such lenghts. Jin-Chul saw Monarch’s face and learned his name over a cup of herbal tea and didn’t even thought how he’ll walk out of here alive after that. It was written all over his face and Jin-Woo had best laugh in years because of that and after drugs kicked in and exhausted Jin-Chul fell asleep, Jin-Woo spared him, curious of what Mister Investigator will do and will his actions shake Monarchs balance in underground world. 

Benelovent God AU (Crane's Return of a Favor inspired): Jin-Chul led a simple life as a peasant - there was food on his table and his adopted father was well, and that was enough for him. One night he got lost and stumbled upon a butterfly field, pleace clad in darkness yet luminated by flapping wings of blue butterflies. In middle of it grew an old majestic tree and right under it was almost destroyed altar. Jin-Chul, feeling tired after field work, tidied place a little and prayed to unknown god, asking for forgiveness and a chance to sleep near tree. Next day he wakes up covered by expensive looking robe and with butterflies sitting on him, but instead of taking anything, he draps it over altar and even leves small offering from remaining food he had. Jin-Chul continues to visit that altar and take care of it, eventually sharing how his day went or his troubles while doing work here, and when that happened, one of butterflies always ended up following him back home only to disappear later. With time his household started to flourish and life in village became so much better, and Jin-Chul one day asked if unknown god wants something in return for shown kindness and unknown god finally manifests, replying that Jin-Chul showed kindness first even though he had no idea to whom he prayed. It was kindness of a stray human that awakened a sleeping god that fell in love.

Fashion industry AU: Who would’ve thought that an average looking manager will catch worldwide known fashion designer’s eye? Jin-Woo was having a slump of ideas, none of best models inspired him, he had no one to model for his recently released collection photoshot. Enter Jin-Chul who was just accompanying one of models to end up dressed up and groomed for a photoshot under careful eye of essentric fashiom designer Jin-Woo. And then he gets an offer to be Jin-Woo’s personal model for next collection? Cue sexual tension during a simple measurements taking scene--

Blind and Mute AU: Jin-Chul was born blind. Jin-Woo became mute because of trauma. Two of them meet in a park, awkwardly sitting on a bench. Jin-Woo helps Jin-Chul to navigate around new places while Jin-Chul talks with Jin-Woo without demanding answering back. They grow comfortable around each other and their communication method is touch, two become function as one, comfortble and complete.

Villain/Hero AU: Jin-Chul was absolutely unfortunate enough to be selected as a Hero that will go and slay Shadow Monarch. Turns out Shadow Monarch is a bored shut-in who didn’t even leave his lands and has no idea that someone does crimes under his name. Entire misunderstanding gets resolved with a good cup of tea and Shadow Monarch decides it is time to socialize after being a shut-in for 1000 years. Jin-Chul thinks it was a bad idea. Jin-Woo says that hero now can rest since Shadow Monarch was slayed - his heart now belongs to a tired man who unceremoniously entered his palace to slay him.

Soulmates AU: with appearance of Gates and Mana, in rare cases hunters can become Soulmates - those who have a connection through which their mana reaches other. Jin-Woo was weak, but he felt much stronger mana trying to keep him somewhat safe, while Jin-Chul felt a weak flicker of someone’s mana shyly touching his own. The stronger Jin-Woo becomes, the more Jin-Chul knows and feels it, and eventually Jin-Woo’s mana starts to terrify and hurt him. Jin-Woo has no idea that Jin-Chul is his soulmate since his own mana started to eat other’s. Weak warm touch of other’s mana is what reminds Jin-Woo of who he is and that he mustn’t lose himself in his own power.

Omegaverse AU: Jin-Woo is a weakest hunter but also a completely ordinary beta. Then he gets hit with Ashborn’s yassification and changes to alpha that demands to domineer to claim to own. And then there’s Jin-Chul who’s also a normal beta and has no idea that Jin-Woo is an alpha because betas literally cannot smell others or feel. Despite Jin-chul being a beta, Jin-Woo still finds his smell rather nice and soothing, not annoying like alpha’s or sickeningly sweet like omegas. Cue alpha’s courting that an ordinary beta completely doesn’t understand. Alpha in Jin-Woo is completely overjoyed when Jin-Chul allows him to mark his neck with a bite even though it does nothing to beta and it’s a literal pain in neck but oh well, he can survive this (he has no idea it will become worse once it’s rut period someone save him).

That’s some weird ass AUs okay but those are at least fun sounding (i hope) because i have additional 30 in my safe but G O D they need brushing because they’re an overall idea mess WHEEEEEEEEEEZE)

[donutsupremacy]

Muscle head

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Summary

"After the Vision Hunt Decree's sucessfully abolishment, your dear beloved big brother has the opportunity to see you after what felt like decades... It sure is a surprise to see you with someone else."

Warnings

Oni!GN!Reader

Reader is Arataki Itto's little sibling

Fluff fluff fluff very fluffy

Reader having a vision is not mentioned, but can be read as still having one or not anyway

Protective but still goofy itto

Romantic-Haitham

Ooc

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A/N: I started playing HSR, I'd write fics for my lovely Gepard or soon to be husbando Luka, but I didn't pay attention to the lore enough lol

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Your romance begins here

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"He should be here..." You muttered, your clawed fingers rapidly tapping against the surface of the smooth wooden table. "Soon?... Maybe? Hopefully?"

You leaned outwards from your seat to scan the streets once more, frantically looking around for the familiar white haired male you knew as your older brother. However, the bustling streets of Port Ormos had no signs of the red Oni anywhere.

An annoyed sigh erupted from your lips, slumping onto your wooden chair in defeat. "I hope he didn't get caught in the storm... or the boat sunk..."

"Haven't you heard of the word 'Jinx' before?" The grey haired man sitting across from you asked, setting his book down and crossing his arms. "If you keep naming each and every negative outcome that had a reasonable chance to actually occur—"

"Yeah, yeah... It might happen..." You sulked, moping in your seat like a kicked puppy. And that was exactly his image of you, a sad, cute and lost puppy wimpering in it's seat across from him.

Alhaitham planted two fingers on the hard covered book, sliding it over to you. "Your brother will arrive eventually. If it helps to calm that endlessly chaotic mind of yours down, occupying it by reading something to your preferences will help greatly."

You took the book, flipping it to see the title. "Eh? Since when were you into Inazuman related stuff?" You asked, seeing the familiar picture of a purple and green baring it's sharp fangs at eachother, the title above written as; 'The Serpent and Drakes of Tokoyokoku'.

"Don't you remember? Back when you first arrived in Sumeru's Akademiya?" He asked, prompting you to recall that fateful encounter with the male.

The tall bright ceiling towered over you with lights that could blind anyone if they stared at it too long, rows of bookshelves displaying a variety of reading material, students either standing next to said bookshelves or sitting by themselves, engrossed in their studies.

The interior design was no laughing matter. It was so simple, yet, modern compared to your usual Inazuman designs that you were used to. So much plant life... and books.

You blinked in confusion, you didn't think the House of Daena would be this big. You felt like a small insignificant spec of dust in this room, and quite lost too.

"Eh... how in the world am I going to find that—"

"Standing around here and whining about getting lost instead of asking around for help isn't the best idea." A stoic voice spoke behind you, causing you to jump before turning around. "Oh. You're an Oni."

You touched your horns, but the markings on your face were pretty obvious too. "Uhh, yeah, i'm an Oni! My name's [Full Name]!" You chirped, offering him a handshake.

He stares at it for a second, with a blank expression, before eventually giving you a single firm handshake. "Alhaitham. You're from [Darshan], aren't you?"

"Eh? How'd you know?" You asked in shock, only for it to dissipate into embarrassment when he pointed at the book held closely to your chest, which had the Darshan's logo imprinted on the cover.

"Isn't the Vision Hunt Decree still ongoing? How did you get past Inazuma's borders?" He asked, crossing his muscular arms. He was way more muscular than your kin. "And you dropped this on the way in the House of Daena."

He hands you 'The Serpent and Drakes of Tokoyokoku', you thanked him before explaining your decision to leave Inazuma was long before the decree was implemented. You dearly missed your brother, but he respected your decision nonetheless. It was your dream to enter the Akademiya, after all, why would he want to crush it?

And as you continued to explain it, you weren't aware of his focused gaze on you.

You were cute when you ramble endlessly.

You giggled fondly to yourself, your legs swaying back and forth childishly underneath the table. "Yeah! Yeah! I didn't think you'd... ah..." You felt your cheeks flare up, hiding the bottom of your flushed face with the book.

"Didn't take a romantic interest in you because of our personalities clashing? Let's be bonest, no one would. But..." He reaches over and holds your hand, smiling affectionately at you. And he rarely smiles. "Your little ramblings weren't the only thing attracting me to you."

You melted when he brought your hand up to kiss your knuckle, something he knew would make you swoon without fail.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Port Ormos, stood a white haired male and his pet bull. "Uhhhh, hey, did we take a wrong turn near that rock we saw? I feel like we should've taken a left instead of a right... I don't see little [Nickname] anywhere, and we are in Port Ormos, right?" Itto asked, the little bull responding with an equally confused 'Moo'.

"Eh, we'll find our way there. There's a sibling out there waiting for us! Let's roll, Ushi!" Itto marched towards a random direction, his head held high despite receiving many confused looks.

Alhaitham stared at the white haired man walk by without realizing he had accidentally ignored his little sibling, who also didn't realize he was here. 'Certainly related.' He thought as you continued to descrive your brother's appearance, all the while neither of you realized the other was nearby.

He didn't bother using his words, only leaning across the table and held your chin. Flustered, you stumble over your words and froze in your seat. "A-Alhaitham?..." You whispered softly, your heart pounding against your ches—

"Oh! Itto!!" You cried as soon as he turned your head to face the said male nearby. Hearing your voice, the Oni turned around to see you enthusiastically waving at him. "Little [Nickname]!! Hah! See, Ushi? I told you Oni can sense eachother nearby!" He exclaimed proudly before running towards you,

With the grey haired scribe behind you, you ran towards your brother and jumped into his arms. "How's my lil' [Nickname] doing? It feels like an entire decade went by since I last saw you! You've grown so tall!"

"Speak for yourself!... Oh, hi Ushi!" You greeted, giving the little bull a chin scratch. "Man, I have so much I wanna talk about! But how's the gang? Any new rare beetles you caught? Is miss Shinobu still taking good care of you?" You asked, bombarding him with one question after another.

All the while, Alhaitham was silently reading the book and standing behind you, wondering how you could tolerate that boisterous laugh of his since birth.

"Relaaaaax, my lil' compadre. I know you wanna know all about my super cool adventures and how the Arataki "Shogun Slayer" Itto took on the Almighty Raiden Shogun all by himself!" Itto boasted, basking in your praises.

Alhaitham stared at you in disbelief for actually believing in this obvious lie. Then again, there's a reason why you're both related.

"If I recall, it was the traveller who defeated the electro archon. They're also the reason why the Vision Hunt Decree was sucessfully abolished and lifted Inazuma's border." Alhaitham suddenly spoke, closing the book and crossing his arms.

The white haired male's eyes widened at his built figure, his arms were far more muscular than his, the suit he wore hugged his body tightly and showed off his abs. Who in the world is this guy and what kind of training regiment did he go through!?

"Ohh, right! Taki', this is Alhaitham! My boyfriend—"

"BOYFRIEND!?" He yelled, his voice echoing loudly in the air.

Alhaitham only blinked, unfazed by the Oni's sudden outburst and the many eyes staring curiously at the scene. All the while you shrank under their gaze, smiling sheepishly at the grey haired male who gave you the usual blank expression.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. Since when did you start dating!?... And why him!?" He asked, his eyes hurt and betrayed. You winced internally, you haven't seen those puppy doll eyes since you left Inazuma.

"T-Taki', don't get upset. We... just got together pretty recently, right, haitham'?" You asked, your eyes gazing into his for help. Alhaitham, though knowing that was an obvious lie, only sighed and lazily nodded in agreement.

He doesn't care if your relationship with him was publicly announced, so as long as he doesn't end up getting more work just because he's taken. But, it seems like this would be a tiring reunion for him.

"As for why we... starting datin—"

"Is it because of his muscles!?"

"...What?"

Alhaitham barely flinched when the white haired male suddenly grabbed his wrist, lifting his arm up and gesturing to his biceps. "Look at him! He's absolutely beefy! As a preeeetty buffed dude myself, it ain't a surprise when there's a fan club dedicated to the One and Oni! Everyone loves a dude with muscles!... How did you get so buff anyways? You better not lay a hand on my lil' [Nickname]!"

"[Name]'s dating me for a reason. They wouldn't have continued our relationship if it they held no romantic feelings towards me. Besides, it doesn't benefit me whatsoever if I harm them. There's a reason why I chose them as my [S/O]... because I truly do love them.." Alhaitham stated, his eyes— though normally cold and unfeeling, was full of affection and love as he stared at you.

Itto stumbles over his words, waving his clawed hands around frantically. "Benefit this, benefit that, yeah, yeah, whatever. What if they run into some... I dunno, some dangerous dudes!? You—"

"Well then, what can I do to reassure you that I won't?" Alhaitham interrupted. "I don't exactly need to seek for your approval of our relationship, nor would I let them be harmed in any way. But if it helps to ease your mind, let me know how I can 'prove' myself to you."

Just to make you happy, he'll satisfy this... guy.

The white haired man blinked, processing his proposal. His eyes stared at his muscular figure for a minute, tapping his chin with squinted eyes as he thought of an idea. "Heh, well, you said you would protect em', right? Wanna make a bet on that?"

Itto cracks his knuckles, his arms bulking up slightly while showing a toothy grin. Despite having smaller biceps compared to Alhaitham, the male thought of him as a small fry. "I challenge you to an Onikabuto Battle Royale!"

He presents the brightly coloured bug in his fingers, small legs swimming in the air aimlessly. Alhaitham blinked, raising an eyebrow at the obvious fact that he doesn't have an Onikabuto.

"Ohh, hi there lil' guy! What's his name?" You asked, playing with it's legs. A giggle left your lips as it's nuzzles your finger, seemingly showing you affection.

"Say hello to my new compadre; The Sibling-Oni-Bonder-Boyfriend-Breaker!" Itto announced, presumably making up the name on the spot, you only continued to play with the bug while your boyfriend smirked a little.

"Aww, he's adorable!... Except Haitham' doesn't have one... We're in Sumeru, not Inazuma." You sheepishly stated.

"Bah!— Pssh, yeahahaha! I know. I know. And since he doesn't have one, he forfeits! And i'm the forever unbeatable champ of Onikabutos!" The Oni exclaimed, puffing out his chest proudly and smirking to himself.

"How about this—" Alhaitham walks back to the table, removing one of his sleeves before rolling his shoulder. Your face flushed, his muscles flexing at every movement almost effortlessly. "—Lets just get this over with. Fairly and quickly."

Propping his elbow on the table, Alhaitham nods at his opened hand, gesturing at the seat for your brother. "Oh! An arm wrestle, huh? Hah, rookie mistake! I'm also known as 'The Undefeated Arm Wrestling Champion'! Get ready to lose!"

To be fair, Alhaitham disliked physical challenges, opting for more intellectual-related games. But to not upset you and your brother, he decided it would be more fitting for something small and physical.

Without missing a beat, he takes his seat across Alhaitham, locking hands and fingers with the male. You jogged over excitedly, taking a seat in the middle as to not upset either one of them. You loved them equally and dearly, it kind of hurts to see your brother acting so dramatic about your love life.

But you understand, after all, you've only got eachother.

You hold their locked hands, deciding to be an unbiased referee. Itto smirks confidently, gripping the table for stability with his other hand as Alhaitham did the same. "Ready?~ Three, two, one... go!"

Letting their hands go, it (unsurprisingly) came as a shock when Itto's hand was slammed onto the table with a soft but audible thud. "Gaaah!" The Oni yelped, nearly thrown off his chair.

Alhaitham released the male's hand, his muscles twitching a little under your gaze. It never fails to make you flush, and that blush never fails to make him amused.

"Wah?? Heyheyhey waitwaitwaitwait... you were by like— one second early! That's not fair at all! C'mon, let's go again. And this time; I won't be going easy!" He rubs his wrist and goes back to the same position earlier, waiting for your boyfriend to accept his rematch.

Alhaitham looked at you with bored eyes, he didn't want this pointless shenanigan to drag on endlessly. You grinned sheepishly, mouthing 'One more round?' to him.

He stared at you, brows furrowed and wanting to decline... but, it seems your puppy dog eyes never fail as he begrudgingly locked hands with the Oni once more.

And he sure regrets agreeing to this rematch.

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.

.

"Best out of 57!" The white haired Oni exclaimed once more, gripping his sore wrist and rotating his near tired hand, the faint sound of his bones cracking made you cringe.

Alhaitham, on the other hand, leaned back and rolled his eyes. "How long do you want this to drag on for?" He asked, voice a little dry.

You gave him a cup of water, guilt eating you up for asking your boyfriend to accept every rematch. You looked at your still determined brother, who's still begging for one more round. "Itto..." You moved your chair closer to his, wraoping your arms around his slightly muscular ones. "Haitham's tired... C'mon, just let this go? For me?"

"Seriously, why'd you pick this dude to take care of you?... Am I not good enough?" He asked, voice growing softer at the end as he stared at you with glossy eyes.

You sighed, enveloping him in a hug. "Now, when did I ever say that? You're my one and Oni big brother, you have a special place in my heart because we've been through a lot."

You heard a quiet sniffle, his shoulder shaking a little. "There, there... You can let it out." You reassured softly, patting his back. It bring you memories of when he'd do the same, the days where you'd trip over a rock clumsily and bawled our eyes out as he cuddled you while reassuring he'd 'Take revenge on the rock'.

"I... I'm not gonna cry. I'm a man!" He croaked out, you pulled away and already seeing tears streaming down his face. "I just miss you, lil [Nickname]... I don't wanna lose you to this weirdo!"

Alhaitham coughed into fist, before taking another sip of water whilst you pout at him. "You won't, big bro... And he won't do anything bad, I guarantee it!... Besides, if I ever get a vacation, i'll always visit you in Inazuma!... If Alhaitham joins me?...."

You slowly turned to Alhaitham, showing him the best puppy eyes you could muster. Which— you didn't need to out much effort in anyways. "A vacation is a vacation. Less work for me, more time to be with you. As long as I can rest in a quiet, solitary place with you. You may be a handful, but at least you know how to handle yourself well and I don't have to bother cleaning up any mistakes you might've left for me."

Itto visibly narrowed his eyes, but noticing how happy you looked when he agreed and how he doesn't hesitate in doing whatever you want— You both truly love eachother.

Even if Alhaitham sounds stern, cold and unpleasant, you don't seem bothered by it at all.

"...Fine, i'll let him be your man. But you better take good care of them if i'm not around! This Oni's got a lotta work goin' on with the gang back in Inazuma, so I can't always visit you in Sumeru." Itto said, puffing up his chest proudly.

"No problem! Since the decree's been removed, we can write letters more frequently! But we'll worry about that later... I wanna show you some mushrooms we can play with!" You exclaimed, tugging your brothers arms, your eyes filled with childlike excitement.

"No way! You talkin' about those bouncy mushrooms! Wnat are we waiting for? Let's roll!" Itto yelled, punching the air with a fist while you looked at Alhaitham.

"...Sitting this one out, my energy is needed for some paperwork back at home." Alhaitham explained, dreading the loads of unnecessary projects asking for approval. Most of which might've come from his blonde roommate.

You shrugged, running over to his side and pecking his cheek before dragging your brother away to a spot where there were plenty of bouncy mushrooms. "If you're too tired, you can share the workload with me!" You exclaimed, before running off with Itto.

As Alhaitham stared at the two of you running off to who knows where, the corner of his lips slowly tugged upwards. "Have fun, love. Reliable as you are, there's no need to worry about the paperwork, i'll handle them all today. Just prioritise on your happiness and his."

Perhaps that contagious smile of yours was another thing he was attracted to.

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A/N: Ahahrhquabix I had this sitting in draft for a while and wanted to finish this once and for all. Took a break for my mentality after losing another 50/50. (5 Losses back to back to back to back to back ;-;) Spent 145 wishes and only got 1 Kazoot, AND HERE I THOUGHT THE RNG GODS WOULD THROW ME AND BONE BECAUSE I WANTED C2 KAZOOT BUT GOT C1 KEQING INSTEAD—

Gl and may all of you [Desired character] wanters be [Desire character] havers <3

[fakeasmr]

Who is your Ensemble Stars Husbando? Which one do you want to marry & why?

I feel like it should be obvious by now but you asked

Absolute freak with shark teeth, fabulous purple hair, lives in the walls, is terrified of people but is still an idol anyway, his neutral expression is anxiety, incredible singer, slays in whatever outfit he wears, undeniably best boy

His name is Mayoi Ayase and I want to marry him/be him/study him under a microscope

[longior-sinisterio]

Eggplant

[serenashinart]

♤ Sebastian ♤

[lupically]

#FEF5F1 | DILUC RAGNVINDR.

genre | fluff

word count | 1825

warning | none

note | i finally wrote something for my top husbando :’)

it came to you as a surprise that diluc, at all, sleeps.

there has always been this fantasy version of him in your head, a fantasy that lacked the great ideals and bright adventures most fantasy novels you have read consisted of. in contrast, your fantasy of him was insulting and otherworldly at best—someone restricted to the rules, a personality as plain as a dull purple doormat, a total stick in the mud that kills joy at the mere sight of it, an emotionless robot that has no use for human necessity such as the bathing and sleeping.

does diluc even need to consume food? you have literally never seen him eat or drink anything before. has he ever taken off his gloves to pick up a hamburger—oh, archons, you just realized now that you have never seen the skin of his hands before. he always has gloves on! was it to hide something?

"oh, wow," you exclaimed lowly to yourself as you leaned forward to examine the hands of the very annoyed red-haired man before you. your long-term question was finally answered. "fascinating... so you do have hands!"

diluc spared not even a glance toward the limb you were so interestedly staring at. he kept quiet for a moment and peered down at you from his bed, one leg propped up and the other stretched out—a rather awkward position he had no time to get out of after he almost burned you alive for sneaking into his bedroom in the winery.

"what drunk wind blew your incompetent self here?" he asked, ignoring your remarks about his lack of real and human hands. whatever you meant by that? you were always spilling weird things out of your mouth, you might even be worse than venti, he reckoned. 

you glared up at him after hearing his mindless insult. you were only fifty percent sure (which was already a lot in your book!) diluc never actually meant those hurtful words, that they simply fly out of his mouth due to his weird need to make sure everyone around him knew that he leaves no room for unnecessary sentiment. 

being kind blatantly was not his thing, and he has no intention of being applauded for being a decent person. why that was, you couldn't be sure. you had your assumptions, but kaeya turned out far too different than diluc that you weren’t sure if you should put your finger on the assumption. you also didn't dare dive deeper into it because (a) you just weren’t invested enough, and (b) by then, it would be a family business you would hate to indulge yourself with.

"kaeya dared me to take a picture of your sleeping face in exchange for some wine. our good friend, the honorary knight's smaller friend also wanted it as a possible blackmail souvenir," you told him honestly.

diluc immediately murmured something you couldn't quite hear, but he looked more confused than annoyed when he glared down at the mattress of his bed. he grumbled something along the lines of how the roles were definitely reversed. you didn't press further about that.

"if that is what you came here for, your best bet is to leave the way you came," he said after a moment, pointing a cold hand toward his bedroom window. "you're not taking any pictures of me."

you snorted, holding up your kamera and tapping the lenses. “uh, i think i came pretty close to taking a picture of you sleeping, diluc.”

“i had woken up the second you walked through my bedroom door. you could never,” he said.

you hummed under your breath, eyeing him suspiciously. he was probably telling the truth. he barely struggled in surprise when he grabbed your hands in the dark; was it pure luck that he perfectly found where your kamera was on the first try or does diluc secretly has night vision? your guess was as good as the unknown. 

not to mention, he looked normal, just like someone who may be in the know of your intrusion. he appeared grumpy but that was just his normal state. you could barely get him out of a frown even if you pay him, mainly because he wouldn’t need your money, but also because he was stubbornly against smiling, it appeared. 

"you know, i was surprised at first. i didn't know you sleep at all! i always thought you kind of just shut down, or maybe you have stayed awake all your life," you said with a shrug, and when he deadpanned at you, you defensively waved your kamera around. "i'm sorry! i just–you don't strike me as a person who sleeps!"

"so dead, then?" diluc asked calmly, although there was very little calmness in his facial expressions, especially those judgemental eyes of his.

"not dead! just... not really human–" you paused and pressed your lips together, thinking back to what you said to him and realizing that he might have a point. then you turned to him. "you also eat, right?"

“are you leaving or not?” he asked, a hint of flare in his voice that if you looked closely, you may see fire emerging from his body.

being stubborn as ever, and knowing that diluc would never really hurt anybody he knew to be good people, you feigned thoughtfulness for a second. tapping your finger against your chin, you scrunched your nose and shook your head. setting the kamera lumine forcefully had to borrow you between your crossed legs, you flashed him a mischievous grin. 

“no,” you said. “i am getting that picture out of you!”

“like i said,” he said, “you will never.”

“fine! then i guess i will just have to sit here and wait for you to fall asleep on me,” you said, slapping your hand down on his soft mattress. “don’t try to force me out of here! i will make it way worse for you!”

diluc furrowed his brows, wondering if you meant what you said. when his questioning gaze couldn’t get even an ounce of budge from you, he could only sigh in frustration. if you planned to sit on his bed until he doze off, then you would definitely make it worse if he tries to dump you out of his bedroom through whatever means you could.

he may be a skilled swordsman and a vision bearer, but unfortunately, he was not immune to bullshits from the likes of you.

diluc closed his eyes to savor the tiniest bit of sleep he managed to get before he heard your extra loud footsteps creeping around his room. he was supposed to get a good night's sleep, which was something he hasn't had in a while because of all the business schedules and his side vigilante job.

he was supposed to rest tonight, and there came you.

there always comes you.

dilly-dally, unpredictable, the epitomie of 'knights of favonius... always so inefficient,' letting klee out of solitary confinement and causing a ruckus amongst the responsible adults kind of irresponsible, has paid for his wine at least a zero number of time kind of broke, and was just always here to ruin his mood at the tavern every single day. 

most of the time, diluc thought about you in a negative light, much like he did with everyone around him and the entirety of the knights of favonius. but there was a version of you in his head that painted you as somebody different—somebody respectful, somebody worth keeping around...

somebody he likes, perhaps.

after all, joy was never prevalent in his life. it used to be, but that was a past he has long forgotten the details of. even if he wanted to remember them now, he could only remember snippets that wouldn’t guarantee him a good nostalgia. he may just end up feeling worse at the end. the only constant influx of distraction he has now seemed to be either you or venti, and with the godly bard as his other option, he would much rather choose you. 

but it was not because that venti was too hard to confine in. you were just as hard to talk about problems with considering your optimism and fickle attitude. 

what diluc wanted was permanence; a train that never stops, a bottle of wine that continuously refills, dandelions that do not stop flying even after it reaches celestia. and venti was too understanding and abstract to be one. as interesting of a character he may be, venti knew when to leave people alone. or, occasionally, he just cared too little. after all the city of mondstadt didn’t lack a god because he was responsible. 

you, though. diluc could never pinpoint if you were as dense as you appeared to be, or if you did know how to read the room and simply chose to ignore it, but you never leave people alone. you never left him alone; you unknowingly pick a petty one-sided argument with him all the time, you get drunk at the tavern and somehow has never let anybody take you home but him, you barge into his bedroom in the middle of the night because of some stupid dare his brother made you do and you still refuse to leave despite being sleepy.

you give him a way out, whether he likes it or not.

arms crossed in front of his chest, he deadpanned as he watched your head drop lower and lower to the mattress. soon enough, you were snoring away on his bed with the gadget discarded by your feet. he watched you in silence, your cheek smushed against the surface and the intensity you always radiated lessening from your body. you looked normal now; not energetic, not talkative. just sleeping peacefully, the way he always made sure you were after carrying you home. 

diluc’s heart was finally softening under the knowledge that nobody was watching him anymore. the pessimistic monster that often emerges from him was still here, but in the face of you, it has painted itself pink and it has forgotten vengeance and retribution. in the face of you, it has been dragged out from the death it once laid and became forgiven. 

carefully laying your head down on the pillow, diluc draped the blanket over your shoulder to tuck you into his bed. after making sure you were fine and well, he placed the kamera on the desk in the room, somewhere visible you could find once you wake up, and he left for one of the guest rooms in the mansion. 

tonight was the first time in a while when he has forgotten about all the problems he’s had. something that wasn’t about wine, the family business, or the abyss order. it wasn’t the rest he wanted, perhaps it was hardly any rest at all, but he was glad he got to think about something else.

of course, diluc would never tell you that.

[ookami-tsun]

A (not so) simple wish

Konichiwa, this is Tsun, I lost 50/50.... However, even when I lost the fight, I won the war! I got Kazuha! Yayyy, I am so happy that my project seems to be trival (I haven't start on the 3 project that I supposed to do... hehe). I will be back with more matchup after I am done with this project.. I am freaking lucky that the website is paid and my lecturer just gonna pay, one more day extension... Kazuha is my lucky star T_T

Sorry if the story is strange, I am running on my last brain cell that can no longer think

Kazuha x y/n

Today, as I have been told, I came here directly at 6pm waiting for him... Will he come or will he...

NO! I must stay positive and pretend that I am not nervous and excited, it might chase him away! My belief is that the more you show out that you want something, the more you will chase them away...

"I only have this few..." I sighed as I glance into my bag, it might be enough, but I am currently on 50/50 meaning that someone else other than Kazuha might come instead.

"Please...!" kneeling down on the center of the circle, I interwind my hands and bowed...begging as I glanced up towards the sky "..please! Let me have gold shooting star! I worked hard for this, please let me have him!"

At this moment, I wouldn't be embarrassed even if someone pointed and call me crazy, this is a necessary ritual to summon whatever I want. It works about 35% of the time, more than 0.6% guarantee.

"I will take care of Kazuha and make sure he have enough love and care!" I felt my cheeks redden as I continued my promise "He will be my most important husbando that will not have his status threaten!"

As I glance at my fates I am left, I felt that it is worth spending everything if I could get him, he needs to be loved and only by my side that I will be sure that he gets enough. Those hard earned fates of mine that I dare not use will be used for greater good, I might be sad to part with them but it is my only way to hope that he will be able to reach out and come over to my side.

I slowly disperse the fates I have into the air as my heart beat faster and faster...

I...really need him by my side! Please let him be freed!

Suddenly the blue sky darkened and feel like someone is forcing me to have difficulty breathing...

Blue...purple...gol- ah.... Why...!

"D-don't worry... It is just that I am getting tested on my sincerity, one more time..!"

I grab a handful of fates and once again disperse them into the air...

"I-I have everything prepared for him, he have the best weapon and artifacts...!" I whispered out, as I feel that they will know that I am not casually pulling for fun

B-blu.... p...purple... come on....! ...Gold!! I got it, please let Kazuha free from the painful cycle!

"Blue..no...blue..." I quickly rush pass all the fated items that my fates bestowed to me, they are simple not what I am wishing for "Rosaria? Ahh, nice to meet you bu-"

As I managed to meet Rosaria that is dusting off all the purple dust that is stuck on her, I greeted her and run off to meet my destined fate

"It is there...! Kazu- oh... it is Qiqi..." I gave a soft sigh as I reach her "hi, Qiqi.. Have you seen K-Kazuha...?"

"Kazu...ha?" Qiqi places her index finger on her lips, thinking for awhile before she replies "...Wakaranai..." (Something that Jap Qiqi always says)

I started to feel slightly discouraged as it is hard to get destined fate again... But I must not be brought down by this, I still have more chances...!

I silently pull the last batch of fates I have as I stopped talking because this is my last chance

...blue...purple...

I slowly close my eyes as soon as I saw purple trail across the sky... I refused to see the result of this last chance I have... I am never lucky...

"Ka...Kazuha..." I called out as I slowly feel afraid... What if I really is unlucky this time...? I will never want to open my eyes, it might be better to fall into a dream instead

"...Sorry to disturb..." A voice suddenly reached my ears as I felt my shoulder getting tapped on. "Mind if I ask you some questions...?"

Please don't disturb me... Kazuha might not appear, I do not want to face my sad reality... But.. that voice sounded awful like him, maybe I will entertain him for awhile...

I slowly open my eyes and turned to face the speaker

"Ka-"

I cover my mouth as my eyes widen... Isn't this...?!

"I am Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandere who roams the land... You are.."

"I-I am a traveler too..." I tried to sound normal as my voice crack and I am about to cry, hug, kiss and scream... Kazuha came...!

"Then... Since we are both travelers, let us journey together for a time..."

T-T-This... I can't believe it...! He actually came to me! My real fated person! ... Erm.. cough... B-be calm, me..!

"Sure... I too wish to journey with you... I will be in your care"

And I will take care of you even more, so much that you will not want to leave me

May we roam together forever

[otonymous]

Memento (MLQC Lucien - NSFW) - Otonymous x Nan-Chi

Description: The best way to wish Lucien a very happy birthday Warnings: NSFW/18+: explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Spoilers for Lucien’s “Cozy Birthday Date,” on which this fic is based. Word Count: ~800 words (~4 mins of fluffy birthday smut-lite™️) Author’s Notes:  Y’all know I couldn’t very well see that bare thigh of Lucien’s and not write anything about it.  Thank goodness I wasn’t alone, as the incredibly talented @nan-chi​ also created an absolutely beautiful and thirst-inducing illustration to accompany this ficlet of mine!  Many thanks to Super Sweet Nan™️ - it was such a joy working with you and I hope we can collaborate again in the future!  Wishing my favourite 2D husbando a very happy birthday with this drabble based on his “Cozy Birthday Date”!  Happy reading everyone!  💖😊

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“Oh?  What’s this?”

Lucien’s voice is soft and low when you decline the coffee he offers, exchanging the mugs in his hands for a camera fished out from your carry-on instead.  And there, in the speckled light of early morning sun, the amusement on your lover’s face makes him seem more magnetic than ever, sending a rush of blood to warm your cheeks in anticipation of what you were about to do.

“Ah, so there are some things the all-knowing Professor Xu hasn’t yet deduced from my sudden arrival in London.”

He chuckles in response, the intensity of his gaze a spotlight following every move as you make to stand before him, trying to breathe though the very sight of the man stole the air from your lungs:

Hair still damp from a shower and black like the ink of his namesake, Lucien radiated a quiet majesty though he sat reclined in nothing but a bathrobe, secured so loosely about the waist the slightest tug would reveal all of what you had been longing to see.

For though you had planned to travel to the UK in order to surprise him the minute you learned he would be spending his birthday at a conference here, the time leading up to the day itself was torturous — every hour, every second passing in a crawl made all the more slow by the yearning to have him in your arms once more.

So sinking to your knees in the space between his legs — stretched long in a rare moment of relaxation — you will the turmoil that stirred all your sleepless nights without him to surface in your gaze, laying bare the vulnerability in the desire that drove you to act this way: hungry, reckless and past the point of caring about propriety.  

“For your birthday last year, I gave you a photo album to commemorate the times we’ve spent together.  Do you remember?”

A smile blooms upon his lips, the professor’s eyes softening with nostalgia.  “Of course.  It’s my most precious possession.”

And it was true.  You had seen for yourself the place where he kept it — tucked in the drawer of his bedside table at his Loveland City apartment; had come across Lucien perusing its pages when he thought your attention was elsewhere, tenderness gathering in those features as he traced the image of your face, smiling in technicolour hues.

The memory glows warm in your chest to bolster your confidence.  Taking a deep breath, you place your palms upon his knees, feigning innocence as you put your ploy into play: “But you know, being the foolish girl I am, I realize that I’ve omitted something very important.”

“Have you now?”

Brows lifted on that handsome face, Lucien plays along.  He leans back, broad chest expanding in a sigh to feel your hands start to wander: nimble fingers sliding beneath fabric to seek the warmth of skin, admire the lean muscles of his thighs.  And as your touch draws closer and closer to part his robe up the middle, the sight of his body thus bared to you emboldens even as it excites.

You look up and nod.  His hand settles on the crown of your head, elegant fingers threading through your hair in a gentle caress as you lay open-mouthed kisses on your lover — trailing slow up one leg and down the other, savouring his heat on the petals of your lips.  Coming excruciatingly close to his hardening prize without ever making contact in a deliberate test of the professor’s patience.

“It seems that I’ve neglected to include any mementos of our more…intimate moments.”

Another rush of blood, but this time, concentrating in the sensitive tips of your breasts, in the dampening between your legs…in the buzzing at the base of your skull that blankets your mind in a purple haze of euphoria.

And all because of the way he looks at you.

Dark and intelligent, Lucien’s eyes are half-lidded now, shining with some alchemic mystery as he studies you with a fervour that leaves you shaken to the core.  It never failed to thrill — the existence of one such as he who saw past every wall you strove to erect, the silent grace of a man who understood you without ever being asked to try.

And so there was little you wouldn’t do for him, whether it was trudging through the hassles of a delayed 12-hour flight just to see him for a mere 24, or reaching now to turn on the camcorder in his hand, smiling for the camera as your lips dip to brush against the warm silk of him — hot and growing steadily still within the grasp of your fingers and mouth.

“Happy birthday, my love.  This is my gift to you.”

Cream never tasted so sweet.

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[chronic-claire-universe]

Self ships makes me really happy!

Reblog this (NO PRESSURE) with a picture of your:

1. Aesthetic moodboard

2. Fashion style

3. Favourite chara (Haikyuu, MHA, BSD, JJK)

4. What your fav thinks of you 💜

1 Tetsuro Kuroo

My personality could confuse most of the people out there. I'm a gloomy, negative, cheerful person but I don't want people to suffer like me, so I exthrovert myself to ease them. Tetsu sees the domestic Claire with gloomy and skater outfit, but on our dates I shoves the perfect purple dress tp enjoy my hidden feminin side which Kuroo loves as much as the other (Purrfect husbando ❤)

2. Chuuya Nakahara

Mmm Chuuya has only seen my bright and feminin side, he likes fancy clothes so most of our dates I'll wear black dresses I like a lot. Crossing my house especially my room he will feel surprised, minimal aesthetic, manga, vinyls, anime poster and purple vibes in my bedroom. He'll be very confused seeing this side but then he will understand why we get sp well: I UNDERSTAND HIS SUFFERENCE.

3. Toge Inumaki

My soft boy has seen, most of the time, my gloomy side and with his silence and onigiri words he knows how to handle me very well. Occasionally he will gain some dates with my floreal purple, to show me his acceptance for every shape of my personality he will wear streetboard outfit and put a purple iris in the hoodie pocket to match with me. I think this is the best act of service I could expect from him, and I really love it!

Ok I had fun writing this, tagging @nkogneatho @noritoshiikamo @deanodonk @fyodamn @megumisbimbo @laraazoldyck @iwaizumini @jin-mowi @sukunababy​  @sugurus-princess​ @wallpapersandstuff let people discover something about you!!

[whatudottu]

Okay, final part now. Links didn't work when I edited on phone for some reason so I'll just quickly finish this off on my computer.

The Autobots

The Decepticons Part 1

The Decepticons Part 2 (you are here)

Right after Dreadwing from the last post is Airachnid. A lot of people don’t like her, some don’t like her because she’s a victim of bad writing. Now, I hope that this shattered version is enough to get you not to hate her, because despite what she did and represents, I don’t have any bad blood for her.

Checking out the tfwiki (before I realised fanwiki’s didn’t have vehicles listed for alts) I believe in search for backstory, I found that canon Airachnid transformed into a stylised RAH-66 Comanche instead of Fowler’s actual vehicle and I thought; ‘no wait, this is great’. I’ve already gone into some detail about how this Shattered Glass Airachnid works, a pessimistic mentally scarred arachnicon with PTSD and Survivor’s Guilt, but with this new alt it wraps her story up in a neat little bow.

Her new alt, based on the scan she should have taken, is based on a Bell 212 helicopter, and though I have initially used a cameo pattern to reference a daddy longlegs spider, this specific model is also used as a rescue vehicle. Why does that work? MEDIC TEAM, BABY! She probably has some lime green optics? Like more yellow than green but still with green.

And after all these characters, all the way in the third post, we finally get to our doctor duo. Our CMO Knock Out and his assistant Breakdown. Seeing as I mentioned Breakdown a little bit just before (though really vaguely so I mean...) I’ll talk about what’s going on with him.

I want to make this mech afraid of the quiet. Not to say he has paranoia like his canon version, but when there isn’t any noise he begins to think, and though not much of a thinker in a literal sense, Breakdown does not like to think about all the ways things can go wrong. So to compensate, he is also a loud mech, talkative and explicitly sociable. You think canon Breakdown’s chummy with the Vehicons? Check this guy out! Teaming up with Skyquake, he helps bring up the mood of the remaining Decepticon forces. Heck, just his presence encourages mechs to ACTUALLY get check ups instead of trying to soldier on. Best boy is also best nurse.

Not that this was an intentional comparison, but like Airachnid, Breaky’s got an alt to match his personality. The nerd boys came back to me with a Roshel Senator APC, and I mean, if you ignore the who Senator part, I’m sure you see the ‘Armoured Protected Carrier’ in the title. So yes, it’s perfect for this big tiddy nurse husbando (oh god that was horrid). Maybe also his optic colour is purple.

Getting to Knock Out now, he may not seem like he’s related to the original at all from initial appearance and characterisation. Instead of running his mouth like the suave flirt that canon Doc Knock is, SG!Doctor KO is rather silent, and far more in the brooding sense.

Decorated in scars; the ones I’ve settled on in a chassis gouge, a soldering scar on the faceplate, a scrape on his door and a mark on the back reminiscent of missing wing struts (oh yes I’m going down this route), Knock Out celebrates his appearance unlike other shattered alternates by caring about his appearance in a more... battletorn way. He has a name and face for every scar (but I don’t aside from definitely Ratchet and a debated between Wheeljack and Breakdown for some funky angst) and the only real time he speaks more than a few words is when he retells the tales of how he got his injuries... but he’s a little morbid to sorta reference his canon sadism so no little kids are allowed to listen in.

Despite still being an automobile enthusiast, he’s has too many looks when ‘disguised’ as an Aston Martin, so to compensate, he’s now a 1999 Honda Civic. Also, that’s what I mean by chassis gouge, just visualise the other scars haha.

imagine being such a dunce you delete what you wrote for knock out just as you were about to copy and paste it in haha

Because I don’t have an image for the Vehicons, I’m focusing on the Insecticons here instead. I’ve mentioned it once before but Airachnid isn’t the queen of the Insecticons, which happens because idk funky processor stuff I have the big fear of external content.

So, I needed to look for a horned beetle, and a beetle I found in the Hercules Beetle. Though still containing some of that Insecticon brown, I think the white-ish... elytron? The wing covers I guess.

Before I move onto Vehicons (‘Vehicon lives matter!’ You cry) I’ll talk a bit about the Predacons. Predaking, if given love and affection, is total baby. Predaking, if given the command to defend against the Autobots, would defend with dentae and claws.

With a mix? You get Merry Madness. Yes I am using Dead Sound to reference these ancient boys. Yes I am using this as an excuse to share my love of Dead Sound animations. So as a neat little twist, to show that Predacons are both the spark of hope and dangerous beasts, I wanna keep the browns and yellows and mix it with the purple. Hey! I think it’s a cool idea!

Vehicon time! There’s a little less colour variety in the Decepticons than the Autobots, but the Vehicons have turned themselves into a rainbow of a force. Sure, they might have originally been one colour scheme (red and black for general forces, white and gold for specialists) but now they have a myriad of different choices.

Some are one colour, some have two, others three. Some focus on patterns, others on flats and quite a few on lustre. Though they don’t have an unlimited amount of paint, the dwindling forces has allowed Vehicons to become whoever they want and Megatron can’t recommend it enough.

In contrast, Makeshift did his best to be the least stand-offish colour in the group. Before his untimely demise on his infiltration mission, the brief moments he was in his base form, he was adorned with the goldish finish of the Autotroopers.

May his spark rest in peace.

may my hands rest in peace jeez!

[adobe-outdesign]

Little something for everyone while y’all are in quarantine. Part 2 coming whenever.

Transcript under the cut:

Five Nights at Freddy’s. Where do we even start with this one? FNAF is probably one of the most confusing games out there when it comes to trying to figure out what the hell happened in it. Everyone has their own opinions and interpretations, so I figured I’d provide my own.

Do keep in mind that I’m not going to cover every single part of the lore, as some of it’s fairly self-explanatory. Instead, I’m going to focus mostly on FNAF 4, as that’s where this Gordian Knot of confusion really stems from.

Be warned, this video’s going to contain something truly scary: OPINIONS. [scream effect] Yes, my views on the lore are much different than everyone else’s, so don’t get your springlocks set off just because my theories don’t align with yours. Because for starters…

[Why I don’t think Michael is the brother]

[Mob noises]

Okay, okay, hear me out. Basically, there are two main family in FNAF: There’s the Aftons, comprised of William, Elizabeth and Michael. Then there’s the - is this really their name? Really? okay - Emilys, comprised of Henry and Charlie.

However, in the books Charlie had a brother named Sammy. So the question is, is Sammy canon? And the answer is yes: During Stage 01, we see one of the kids disappear when left alone with Spring Bonnie, which parallels Sammy slash Charlie’s kidnapping in Fredbear’s by William.

This raises another question though: Who is Sammy in canon, then? And I’ll jut outright say it: He’s the Bitten Child. Yeah, I’m kind of amazed more people don’t realize this. The Fredbear Plush is implied to be possessed by Charlie, as its talk about putting the Bitten Child back together parallels the Puppet giving cake in Happiest Day, and the empty girl’s room indicates that the Bitten Child has a dead sister - her being the Plush explains why the Fredbear Plush cares so much about the welfare of this random kid.

Likewise, Charlie and Sammy were twins. The Bitten Child and Charlie have the same blocky sprites, and they both have brown hair and brown eyes.

Most importantly, the Bitten Child is spirited to look exactly like the Puppet. Given that he isn’t the one possessing it, the only way this makes sense if the two were related.

Finally, the Bitten Child freaks the hell out when approached by an employee in a Fredbear suit, and the Fredbear plush says that he’ll “know what happens if he catches you”. Many people believe this means the Bitten Child witnessed the children being murdered, but it’s too early in the timeline for that - Phone Guy says in 2 that the Freddy’s where the murders occurred was shut down and left to rot afterward. The restaurant in 4 is still open, meaning the murders haven’t occurred yet - given some other context, it’s likely they died in 1985.

The only other incident the Bitten Child could be reacting to… would be the kidnapping back in Fredbear’s, where William stole one of the twins while in a Spring Bonnie suit. And the only way he would know about it is if he was there during the kidnapping - which is enough for me to say with confidence that the Bitten Child is indeed Sammy.

Also, Sister Location has a lot of kidnapping references. [I kidnapped you.]

Especially in the Immortal and the Restless. Vlad represents William throughout the games - not dong much in FNAF 1, working the night shift in 2, being in the burning building in 3, and the hidden scene representing Baby not killing Michael who she thinks is William. And what is said every episode?

[The baby isn’t mine]

The baby isn’t his because Sammy literally isn’t William’s child; he’s Henry’s.

However, if the Bitten Child is Sammy, then that means this [Older Brother footage] cannot be Michael.

Now, I know all of you smart people out there are already thinking the obvious: The books are an AU. Couldn’t Sammy be the one kidnapped in canon, thus allowing Michael to still be the Brother? And to that I say: …Yeah. If you want to work with Michael being the Brother, then this is the best way to do it, and it’s entirely possible this is the correct answer. …But with that said, I’m not entirely convinced.

[Why Charlie was kidnapped and not Sammy]

For starters, there’s the simple question of motivation. Why would WIlliam be raising Henry’s kid? Killing kids is kind of his M.O.. Even in the books, he killed the child he kidnapped. The idea of him kidnapping and raising a kid is even brought up in the Fourth Closet… then dismissed because it would be out of character for him, which would be strange if he did exactly that in canon.

As established earlier, Sammy also remembers the kidnapping, which would make it weird if he was the one kidnapped and yet is just allowed to freely wander the neighborhood. What’s to stop him from telling someone else, or even just running away?

Moving on to actual evidence, the map in SL’s breaker room lists the FNAF 4 house and the minigame house as two separate observation areas. This could be to differentiate the two for the player, but I don’t know why they’d be separated in-universe unless they were two separate houses. This would also explain why the living rooms don’t look the same and why the grandfather clock is in two different locations.

Likewise, the Fredbear Plush has either a camera or a walkie-talkie in it to spy on Sammy. However, the private room also reveals that William has the FNAF 4 gameplay house bugged. He shouldn’t need to use the Fredbear Plush to spy on Sammy, given that he can watch him both through the house cameras and the (presumable) cameras in Fredbear’s - unless Sammy is still in Henry’s house, which would force William to slip a camera into the place discreetly.

Speaking of the minigame house, there are a few parallels between it and Henry’s house in the books. The house was connected to an underground location in the Twisted Ones, just like it’s connected to the Sister Location in canon. And one of the rooms contains a tiny toy animatronic - just like the ones Henry built for Charlie in the Silver Eyes.

Continuing on that train of thought, let’s look at that tiny Toy Mangle. Assuming the Toy Chica principle is in place here - that being that the literal toys in this game look the same as the Toy Animatronics - the Mangle here looks like the FNAF 2 version of Mangle, not like William’s Funtime Foxy, pointing to it being Henry’s creation and not William’s. The SL extras even reveal that Funfox was supposed to be purple at first, which doesn’t make sense if it was supposed to match the tiny toy version.

But perhaps one of the biggest pieces of evidence regarding this toy is in Mangle’s Quest. While walking, you can encounter a huge silhouette of the Puppet… which makes Mangle look toy-sized in comparison. This only makes sense if this room was Charlie’s, and the Mangle toy was hers.

This also makes sense considering that Sister Location didn’t exist at the time of 4′s release. Scott claimed you could solve the lore back then using only the first four games, and if this was Charlie’s room, you could do it by combining the knowledge of the Fredbear Plush with Sammy’s missing sister and Charlie from the novels. If this is Elizabeth’s room, the only way that could be would be if it was retconned into place behind the scenes.

Additionally, I don’t think Elizabeth’s death is the correct date for this room to be empty in 1983. Handunit says that CBEAR didn’t open until after Freddy’s closed, as it gave them the opportunity to move into the entertainment space without competition. I’d assume this also applies to the original Circus Baby’s Pizza World, which indicates Elizabeth didn’t die until after FNAF 1. Given that Michael still has eyes in FNAF 1, SL in general had to have taken place after it - it’s unlikely William waited 10+ years to finally send Michael to save her, so her death being after FNAF 1 makes more sense timeline-wise.

Meanwhile, Charlie died in the very first Freddy’s location, before the other murders. HW confirms the FNAF 4 location was this first Freddy’s, meaning that she died in 1983. This not only lines up with her death date in the Fourth Closet, but also explains why the room in 4 hasn’t been cleaned out; she only died recently.

This would also explain why Henry claims that no-one was there to save Charlie. It’s his restaurant; wouldn’t he have, like, been there and been watching her if he was the one who brought her in?

And finally, I do have one massive piece of evidence that I feel proves the idea that Charlie is the one who was kidnapped.

[Chica School Days opening]

I know, I know, stay with me. Each of Toy Chica’s husbandos in these cutscenes represent one of William’s victims and how he killed them, as proven by her talking about running over a dog which aligns with Susie’s death in both Fruity Maze and the novels. There are a total of six people she targets.

However, that’s the thing - there are six victims, one for each of the original five - and the Puppet. That means Charlie’s death has to be included in here. And yet, none of the deaths line up with what we see in the minigames… unless you assume Charlie was the one kidnapped. In which case, there is one that fits…

[Toy Chica talking about kidnapping]

There are six deaths, so Charlie must be included. If the only thing that lines up with her death is the kidnapping scene, then Charlie must have been the one who was kidnapped, not Sammy.

But that brings us back to the original problem: If Charlie was the one who was kidnapped, Sammy is still living in Henry’s house. Which means Michael is not the Brother.

[Why do people think Michael is the Brother?]

Let’s move on to explaining away some of the evidence for Michael being the Brother.

The first and most obvious piece is that we play as the Brother in FNAF 4. Michael lives in the FNAF 4 house, so he must be the Brother. Which is a fair piece of evidence. However, I do think there’s something that explains this: Midnight Motorist.

Yes, the reason this minigame has perplexed so many fans might be because they’ve been looking at the entirety of FNAF 4 wrong. Let’s start with the Yellow Guy, who’s likely Henry. Why? Well, he’s driving William’s purple car and yet isn’t purple himself, so he can’t be William yet must have a connection to him. Henry and William were friends and business partners, so the idea of this being a company car or one of them just borrowing it for the weekend makes sense.

Likewise, every minigame and cutscene in FNAF 6 pertains to one of the main characters. The Puppet minigame for, well, the Puppet; Fruity Maze for William slash Scraptrap; and Candy Cadet’s stories for Scrap Baby and Molten Freddy. Henry is the only main character who wouldn’t have something in-game pertaining to him unless this sprite is him.

Moving on, we see him interact with a green sprite. I’d wager this is Clay Burke, for no other reason other than the sprite is presumably color-coded because we know the character, and because Clay is a cop and therefore could easily kick Henry out a bar.

Out a bit from Henry’s house, we see a grave, and around the back of the house there’s a smashed window and an animatronic footprint. In the books, the Twisted animatronics specifically targeted Henry’s family, kidnapped people through aggressive means, and buried themselves during the day. Given that the Twisteds are just AU Nightmare animatronics, it’s likely one of William’s robots was trying to kidnap another one of Henry’s kids.

However, the kid being targeted doesn’t seem to be Sammy or Charlie. Henry’s wife is still present and this is a different house than the one in FNAF 4, suggesting this is early on in the timeline, as Henry got a divorce and moved shortly after the kidnapping. The kid that was targeted here was old enough to lock himself in his room and make a run for it, suggesting it wasn’t one of the two babies but rather the Brother from 4, who’s certainly enough of an Angsty Teen to lock himself in his room several times.

As we can see by the footprints and Henry’s blase attitude, it looks like the Brother escaped from the animatronic… this time. It’s likely William kept trying to kidnap him until he succeeded, locking him into his house once he was successfully captured after the Bite. The dialogue from the FNAF 4 trailer might actually apply to William; he brought home the Brother, he think he sees a ghost haunting him which is why he’s observing him in the first place, and he treats this whole thing like a sick game.

So with the FNAF 4 house out of the way, there’s only a few other pieces of evidence. The logbook shows Michael having drawn N. Fredbear… but given that the Nightmare animatronics were still in his house, it’s likely he would have seen then at some point during the night.

The logbook also indicates that Michael is Mike Schmidt from FNAF 1, with his pseudonym being a combo of his own first name and “Eggs Benedict”. FNAF 4 plays like FNAF 1 does, and you can hear one of Phone Guy’s calls in the background, meaning the Brother must have worked in the FNAF 1 location and heard Phone Guy’s messages. And while Michael does fit these requirements… there is one other character who fits them even better.

[Continued in Part 2]

[mythgirlimagines]

For today’s Tuesday, prepare to get heatstroke from the sheer hotness of Myth, the Former Ultimate Firefighter!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Due to being bedridden with scoliosis in her younger years, Myth didn’t really do much apart from reading. Until one day, a brave firefighter saved Myth’s life from a dangerous house fire that still left burns on Myth’s left eye and arm. From that day forward, after her scoliosis surgery, she has dedicated her life to training hard to become like the firefighter that saved her life that fateful day. By her teen years, she managed to rise through the rankings and become a professional firefighter for her town. Her rapid rising through the ranks despite her age, gender and height gave her a free spot to Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Firefighter. In her adult years, she is currently chaperoning this year’s Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates on a trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate!

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Film Critic

Wyre has been best friends ever since she moved in next door to Myth and entertained her with some high-ranking movies. However, due to the time-consuming training Myth went through from her time as a firefighter trainee, they’ve been seeing each other less and less. And now, Wyre can’t help but swoon over the utter hunk that her childhood friend had become now.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Sailor

Scar, or as she calls herself, ”The Spirit of the Seven Seas”, gets along surprisingly well with ”The Spirit of the Quenched Flames”, as Scar puts it. This is probably due to their shared experience with tense situations, whether surrounded with raging water or raging flames. If either of them had a nightmare about certain traumatic incidents from the past, they’ll talk about the nightmare and reassure each other.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Fantasy Novelist

Fusion became famous for writing “The Saga of Spritefolk”, a literary series famous for its lovable menagerie of characters and extensive lore and worldbuilding. Myth happens to be a huge fan of said series, and Myth was on cloud nine when she got an autograph from the novelist. The two also bond over their shared interest in mythology.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Cheerleader

Fusion II is well-known for leading a 50-person oendan group, complete with taiko drums and complex acrobatics. The oendan is known for praising the hometeam, and throwing shade towards the competition. Fusion II herself is actually more laid-back then what her talent suggests, although she is just as snarky as her cheers would suggest. Fusion II would never admit this, for she has a reputation to keep up, but she thinks Myth would be a fine addition to her group.

Just Anon, Ultimate Pediatric Nurse

Janon is worshipped throughout the medical world as a prodigy in the medical field. Due to Janon’s natural intellect letting him breeze through tests without any actual effort, Janon has a terrible work ethic and a lazy and apathetic attitude. Janon also happens to be Myth’s favorite teasing target, for his not-so-secret soft spot for children, his failed attempts at being edgy despite his innocuous talent and adorable appearance, and his massive crush on a certain dense barista. This has lead Janon to utterly despise Myth.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Ballroom Dancer

Being raised in a high-class family well-known for their bombastic and over-the-top dance parties, Sparkle is known to be able to charm anyone on the dance floor, whether male or female. And yet even she can’t help but get yearn to get swept off her feet by this strong yet dorky firefighter. Sparkle is currently trying to teach the firefighter the ways of her bloodline, but The Spectacular Sparkle gets way too flustered over Myth’s strong arms, and winds up botching the dance, much to Myth‘s confusion.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Lucky Student and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Librarian

Very little is known about this cursed duo, for they hardly do anything apart from spouting unnerving comments and remaining evasive about their past. At least Myth kind of got along with Wet Sock, due to their shared interest in reading, but Wet Sock is even more hostile towards Myth due to their growing feelings for the firefighter, usually threatening her with knives. Egg seems to be the only Former Ultimate to not have feelings for Myth, but due to the regular cursed comments and cursed actions made by the Former Lucky Student, people are too afraid to ask.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Barista

Myth regularly visits Curious for her daily cup of joe at their cafe, “Simply Splendid”. Myth can get along easily with Curious due to their tranquil, empathetic attitude and excellent service and ambience of the coffee shop that they work at. Myth couldn’t help but poke fun at Curious for their sheer density when it comes to Janon’s feelings towards them. Talk about calling the kettle black!

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Matchmaker

Despite Nerd’s knowledge on romantic relationships, to the point that he made the most reliable matchmaking website in the modern world by himself, it is very clear that Nerd’s never been in a relationship himself. But even the blind and deaf can see that Nerd is crushing bad on the dense firefighter, despite Nerd’s angry protests to the contrary. Too bad Myth has a density only matched by Curious. But the other Anons are deadset on getting both the tsundere matchmaker and the oblivious firefighter to realize their feelings for each other.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Occultist

Because of Eldritch’s paranoid attitude and his evasiveness of the public eye, very little is known about Eldritch or how he got into the occult. Myth can’t help but find it odd that such a jittery scaredy-cat has one of the more horrific talents. Much to Myth’s confusion, Eldritch seems to be convinced that Myth is an evil spirit and regularly tries to remedy that by tossing salt at Myth.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Viral Sensation

Dream, or as her fans call her “Sunny D”, is the creator of the “Vowolleyball“ web series, which centers around the antics Dream and her volleyball team. Her hyperactive and positive attitude has earned her a special spot in the heart of her fanbase. Dream gave Myth a shout-out in one of her videos centering around her time at the Kibo-Con, which gave way to a flood of thumbs-up and fangirling comments from the firefighter’s own fanbase.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Babysitter

Iris’s optimistic, hyperactive, and childish personality has made her a big hit with the little kids of her neighborhood. Her babysitting business earned a lot of money as a result of her popularity with children.  But sometimes, even the babysitter needs a babysitter of their own. And that exactly what Myth’s relationship with Iris is like. Myth and Iris have a bit of a mother-daughter relationship and Iris regularly winds up going to Myth in case she needs advice, her boo-boos patched up, or if she just needs a hug from a pair of strong arms.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Samurai

Myth can’t help but be surprised that samurai not only still exist, but one is attending Hope’s Peak right now. Myth can’t help but want to protect the crowned heiress of the Murasaki bloodline, upon noticing how timid said heiress is when outside of a combat scenario. Purple’s elaborate and old-fashioned vocabulary as a result of her upbringing, just confuses Myth, so she often requires Fusion to translate Purple’s speech into modern slang.

So basically, this AU is a harem series about an adorable and buff, if dense firefighter, and her four/five waifus/husbandos/whatever the NB term for a waifu is.

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APPEARANCE

Firefighter!Myth has shoulder-length undyed hair and burn scars on her left eye and arm. She wears an orange and black firefighter’s uniform that is undone at the waist, hanging at the back of her legs. Under her uniform, she wears a black tank top and a scarf that resembles a film reel (that she got as a token of friendship from Wyre). She also wears black boots with a white stripe running though the center and white soles. The arm bands on her muscular arms match the color scheme of her uniform, being orange with black stripes. 

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PERSONALITY

Because of Firefighter!Myth’s line of work, Firefighter!Myth is courageous and bold, always jumping into danger in order to save lives. That, along with her androgynous appearance, has earned her comparisons to a dashing prince. This has given her a passionate fan base amongst her neighborhood. Despite the confident and cool-headed personality of Firefighter!Myth, she isn’t as socially-skilled as one would expect. Because of her isolated and bed-ridden background, Firefighter!Myth is more socially-awkward and naive compared to Romantic!Myth, particularly when it comes to people with romantic intentions. When it comes to dating or noticing when people are attracted to her, she is completely and utterly clueless, much to the ire of Librarian!Wet Sock and Matchmaker!Nerd. She isn’t stupid though, for she still retains a love for literature and film from her younger years. Although hopefully, her time at the Kibo-Con would help her wise up to romantic intentions, but only time will tell.

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I’ve took some inspiration from Fusion II’s talentswap, and added some backstory to the relationships section. I’ve partially based this Myth off of a Nozoeli fanfiction called “Best Star She’d Ever Had”, link to the fic here: (https://archiveofourown.org/works/5095454)

What do you think of this buff, yet dense Myth? Let me know what you think of this Talentswap!

-Fusion Anon

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I think I speak for everyone who knows me when I say buff me is inherently cursed, that said I love this

[bjnurse]

A Life With Imperatore

I wanted to give Diavolo lovers/fuckers a happier ending. <3 I hope this helps soothe any broken hearts. This is part 1 of 2 (maybe 3?). [Please excuse my poor theory behind GER.]

Read this on A03 here!

Reader x Diavolo 

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The screen before you shows a happy ending. The good guys won and Italy is safely in the hands of Giorno and Mista. You turn off the TV, but that ending didn’t leave you feeling happy. You’re filled with anxiety and dread over the way your favorite died… is still dying? Constantly? It’s heart-wrenching to see your favorite character die, but to see it in multiples is torture. 

“Thanks, Araki!” you sarcastically mutter as you walk into the kitchen for a snack. 

You glance out of the window to the back yard and see someone laying face down in the grass. Your heart pounds, flooding your veins with panic. Not because how the fuck did someone get into my back yard? But because you recognize him. Purple pants, pink spotted hair, and the tattoos on his arms that’s...

“What the actual fuck?” A cosplayer snuck into your backyard?

Before venturing outside, you grab the bat that you keep by the front door for self defense. Luckily, it’s never been used like that. 

You call out to the man but there’s no response. Nudging him with the bat warrants no response. You can’t help but to look at the muscular body before you and feel something… He does look like your husbando after all. Bending down, you turn him onto his back. You let out a shriek when he’s on his back and you see he looks exactly like Diavolo… You study the person before you. He’s breathing even if barely. 

Just leaving him out here isn’t an option. After thinking for a minute, you run inside of the house and grab a spare comforter. Once back outside, you lay it out next to him. “Sorry.” You plead as you roll him back onto his front onto the comforter then roll him over one more time so he’s in the center of it. With all your might (thank god you recently started going to the gym again), you drag him into the house. Once in the living room, you collapse, sitting next to him and catch your breath. You keep the bat close by you just in case. 

A bit of pink hair is out of place so you reach to move it, as you brush the strand from his forehead, you chuckle to yourself. The popular phrase comes to mind “kono Diavolo da” because after all “this is Diavolo!” You stop yourself… is it though? Is it really? 

As you stand to get a bottle of water, you think of how Gold Experience Requiem works as you understand it… If Gold Experience Requiem prevents Diavolo from reaching his end it could be taking him to alternate universes at each moment of death. That though sends a pang to your heart- all of his deaths. You take a bottle of water from the fridge. Thinking better of it, you grab an extra one. 

You sit down next to the man on the floor. If there is an infinite number of alternate universes then Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure is as real as our universe. If our perception of that universe as an anime or manga is two dimensional then maybe bringing Diavolo into our three dimensional universe breaks Gold Experience Requiem’s loop? It barely makes sense in your head but it’s all you can come up with if this in fact is Diavolo.

Looking at the handsome man again. You swallow hard… how many times have you thought of kissing those lips… how many times have you thought of… you let your eyes trail down his body. You shudder at the inappropriate thought. You reach again to move hair from his face when his eyes flutter open. He starts breathing heavy, his brow furrows, his inhuman green eyes fix on you and he lets out a whimper. He curls into a defensive ball and starts babbling in Italian. 

Fuuuuuck! It is him, but he’s pretty fucked up. You know better than to try to touch him. 

“English?” You say, “do you speak English?” 

He doesn’t respond to you, he continues to babble. You hope he understands, “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe here.” 

He looks at you through his hands, “Safe? Nowhere is safe.” He nearly pleads. His Italian accent is thick but you can understand him well enough. 

You want to tell him that you understand what he’s been through… but knowing Diavolo, that is the opposite of comforting. Instead, you sit with him. From what you have seen, death comes for him within minutes. If you can out wait that, maybe he’ll calm down. You can see his mind racing from the continuous torture that he’s been through. He’s exhausted and an absolute emotional mess. He needs time… which is ironic seeing how he’s always ran from time. 

You decide to take the same approach as you would a feral kitten- let them come to you. Stay calm, quiet and be patient. Placing the bottle of water in front of him, you assure him again that you won’t hurt him. You sit back and get out your phone. You open Spotify and find a Frank Sinatra playlist. That’s what a mob boss listens to right? Besides, you don’t want to freak him out with music from the future, but you try not to think about that. 

Absentmindedly, you softly sing some of the songs, as you sit and you wait. About the 5th song in, you see him relax. He moves his hands from his face and he looks at you, he studies you. 

You smile kindly. “Do you like this song? It’s one of my favorites.”  

Although you’re excited out of your mind that your favorite is in front of you, you play it cool as best you can. You drink from your bottle of water and gesture to his. Tentatively, he grabs for it, but he falls short. He tries again and reaches too far and knocks it over. He sits up and tries to take hold of it since it’s on the floor but he misses a few more times. You look at his face and don’t see a man. You see a boy who’s tired, scared and frustrated. You think of Doppio for a moment and feel another deep pain in your heart. You see tears starting to form in his eyes. In an instant the boy is gone and he looks at you with rage in his eyes, as he furiously yells at you in Italian. Although you can’t understand, you assume he’s accusing you of something with the way he’s gesturing. You look at him and put your hands up. “English please, Signore.” 

He blinks at the title and starts over, he takes a moment to recall what he’s learned. His thick accent only makes his voice even more alluring. “What have you done to me?” 

You chose your words carefully and try to speak clearly, “I haven’t done anything to you. I found you outside, you were passed out and I brought you into my house.” 

Diavolo looks at you unbelieving but not untrusting. He looks around at his surroundings then back at you. He tries again for the bottle of water and grasps it. Holding the bottle in front of him, you can see how shaky his hands are. It takes a few attempts, but he manages to get the cap off. He looks at you then back to the bottle as he tries to drink from it. His shaky hand stops short and he spills water onto his lap. He hisses something under his breath in Italian and you assume it’s a swear. 

You fetch a towel for him to clean up with. You reach out to hand it to him and he can’t quite seem to grab it from you. Instead, you take hold of his hand and put it into his palm. He clumsily dabs at himself while you go to the kitchen and return with a straw. Taking hold of the hand with the water bottle, you place the straw in it then sit down a few feet in front of him. 

Awkwardly, you start some small talk. Since you know he’s so uptight about giving details about himself, you tell him about yourself. You try to earn his trust by trusting in him. After an hour of sitting on the floor and talking your stomach grumbles. 

“I’m getting hungry, would you like to eat something?” You ask as you stand. Who knows how long it’s been since the last time the poor guy ate! 

He just nods and attempts to stand. He nearly falls over, but you catch him and help him to his feet. 

“Do you want to just stay here?” The concern is obvious in your voice, but you don’t try to hide it from him either.

Diavolo actually seems to blush, “I don’t want to be alone.” With his arm around your neck and you’re arm around his waist, you help him into a chair at the kitchen table. You place a new water bottle in front of him, but this time you put a straw in it right away to make things easier for him. 

Your one sided conversation picks up again, but he’s more attentive this time and asks questions and comments. Once dinner is ready, you sit a plate and utensils in front of him. He has the same struggle with his fork and his food that he had earlier. 

Without asking, you sit next to him and cut his food and offer it to him. You know if you offered to help like this, he would just turn you down. He’s a proud man who’s had his ego nearly demolished. He accepts your actions and eats with your assistance. You talk more and you can see by the time he asks for seconds that he’s feeling better. 

When you’re both done eating, you place the dishes in the sink. Right now, Diavolo is your concern, you can worry about dirty dishes later. You help your guest to the couch and you sit and talk with him more. The more you talk the more he opens up. By now, he shares little stories or small pieces of his life. You both lose track of time and it’s late before you know it. 

Diavolo said he’d sleep on the couch, but you insist he sleeps in the bed with you. You can tell by the dejected way he made the offered that he honestly does not want to be alone. This is made even more apparent by his insistence to accompany you to make sure all the doors and windows are closed for the night. There’s that Diavolo paranoia that you know so well. 

You help him to sit on the bed. Rummaging through your drawers, you find something comfortable he can sleep in. An ex boyfriend's t-shirt and basketball shorts is all you can manage. You place the items next to him and remove yourself to the bathroom to change yourself. 

Upon returning, Diavolo sits on the bed, shorts/t-shirt in hand with a dejected, pleading look on his face. Getting his bearings here is really straining on him. He went from being an Imperatore in his own eyes to being unable to dress himself or even feed himself. He doesn’t even need to ask for your help. You won’t put him through that. You know there’s nothing wrong with needing help, but if he asked for it, it would be another blow to his already shattered ego. 

With a kind smile, you take the shorts from him. You stay as focused and as platonic as possible as you unbutton his pants. Pull them off of his hips and down his legs, you can feel your face hot as you’re probably blushing against your will. You remove his shoes, pants, and help him step into the shorts. You look up at him as you pull the shorts onto him and he’s blushing as much as you are. You see shame in his eyes. Once so proud, he hates having someone take care of him like this. Once so proud, he hates having someone take care of him, especially like this. In his adult life, he had acquired an incredible social status and influence. He had worked so hard to build his life, but that is all gone now. 

With the shorts pulled up to his thighs, you help him stand and you put them over his hips. Once he’s seated again, you put the shirt on him and adjust the shoulders to sit properly on his muscular form. Your hands rest here and you smile shyly at him. He looks up at you with gratitude tinted with shame. 

You swallow hard and tell him, “It’s alright. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re okay.” You help him into bed. Turning off the light, you hear Diavolo gasp at the darkness. You flip the light on again. “Are you ok?”

“Yes.” he says automatically, but you realize, he’s probably seen a lot of “darkness” lately. Turning on the bathroom light and closing the door over seems like a good enough compromise. A small beam of light streams into the bedroom and Diavolo is calmed enough. 

Walk to the other side of the bed, you get in. You can’t help but feel your heart pound in your chest having this handsome man so close to you in your bed. You smile to yourself but you know nothing can come of it. He’s far too delicate at the moment. You lay there trying to calm the thoughts in your mind to welcome sleep when Diavolo speaks up. 

“Cara?” 

“Hmmm?” You reply sleepily. Turning to him, you see he’s sitting up and looking at you. His green eyes seem to glow in the dim light. 

“Is this okay?” He gently moves your arm as he lays against you with his head on your chest. 

“Of course!” You reply trying not to sound excited. You try to will the pounding in your heart to soften but you know it’s no good. 

He rests his arm around your waist and your hand meets his bicep and you let your thumb rub circles into it. 

“I’m sorry. I just feel so alone.” As he speaks these words, your thoughts go to precious Doppio and that sting of pain stabs your heart again. You hold back the tears that want to weld up in your eyes. 

Trying to keep the shakiness from your voice, you reply, “Don’t worry. You’re not alone.”

[mythiica]

IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW}

Title: IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW}

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: All warlords

Genre: kink

Warnings: im trying to out kink myself from the previous one

Kinks (for all scenarios): food (duh), oral, fingering, dirty talk, voice kink, name calling, internal cumshot,,, idk tbh there is a lot

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: entire thing is 4414 words (each is in the range of 350-400 words) - please note that some are spicier than others, i wrote what came to mind but all have some level of smuttiness to them

Other comments: im so tired this took 3 days ; gay things will be posted tomorrow/day after

Tagging:  @mexicancarolina, @mmscum, and @caitea-ward for their help looking over snippets and giving me feedback <3 

@cailannuesugi, @unstoppablelinda, @ikesenrambles, @breadcheese444, come get your husbandos <3

Nobunaga Oda - Sweet as Sugar

He sprinkles the white grains across your body, but they slip down the curve of your body and rest in the small of your back. You try to turn over, but Nobunaga presses his palm to your shoulder blade, keeping you down. “I haven’t even begun. Don’t think you can leave just yet.” 

          Nobunaga pulls your legs shut and leans down, over your bare backside. He is so close that you can feel his breath pushing the sugar in different directions. However, you do not expect him to press his tongue to your skin. The wet sensation makes you shiver, but the warlord does not stop there. You know he has plans to conquer every part of your body – Nobunaga is not one to leave a place untouched. 

         He drags his tongue upwards, following your spine until he reaches your shoulders. “So sweet, I think my tongue might go numb…” he whispers suddenly in your ear. His voice caresses your ear with equal amounts of sweetness and seductiveness. You shudder again as you wait for Nobunaga to flip you over and take you. 

         Instead, he reaches behind him to scoop a handful of sugar out of the pouch once more. Turning his palm upside down over your back, the granules rain down onto your sticky skin. His large hands clamp down on your hips, and he repositions your ass so that it hangs in the air. Even though most of the sugar adheres to the trail of saliva Nobunaga had left, some of it falls over your ass. 

         Nobunaga takes the opportunity to turn his attention to your cunt – sugar glints in the dim torchlight, and he does not hesitate to lap it up. You release a deep moan, having kept silent for so long the sound tumbles from your lips without you even realizing it. 

         Happy with the lewd moan, Nobunaga flicks his tongue deeper into your folds and only pulls back once he catches the stray grain of sugar that slipped into you. “Delicious,” he murmurs as he drags his fingers across your slit. “I don’t think I even need konpeito if I have you and some sugar.” 

Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Accidental Slip

The cup slips from your hands, causing you to spill the tea all over the front of your kimono. The blossom pink turns to a deeper shade with every passing moment as the liquid absorbs into the fabric. HIdeyoshi sets his own cup down in a rush and reaches for a cloth to help dry the stain. Words fly out of his mouth, about how you have to be more careful, but not to worry because accidents happen. 

         What he doesn’t know, is that it was no accident. You let it fall from your grip on purpose, and now, Hideyoshi’s hand are cupped over your chest in an attempt to help you. Upon realizing the position of his hands, Hideyoshi sits back to compose himself. 

         You have other plans. Your kimono slips further down your shoulders with every inch you crawl forward. The tea has soaked through the silk and has wet your skin, making it glisten slightly in the warm torchlight.

         Hideyoshi inhales sharply when you settle on his lap. “What if I told you that I meant to do that?” you purr, locking your arms around his neck. 

         The warlord rests his hands on your hips as he raises an eyebrow, slightly confused by your words. 

         Not giving him a chance to reply, you press your lips to his all while grinding against him. After the kiss ends, you lean back, and a string of saliva hangs between you. With your hand running through his hair, you pull his head down so that his lips collide with your damp skin. Without needing more instructions, Hideyoshi begins to suck on your skin, the taste of matcha filling his mouth. 

         Intoxicated by the flavour, he explores your exposed collarbone before working up to your jaw. Seemingly consumed by a hunger, Hideyoshi nips your skin, causing you to cry out. His voice is low and warm as it beats against your throat. “I promise, that was an accident,” he hums as he reaches his arm over your legs to pull them open. You relax your muscles and allow him to push your kimono upwards, exposing more and more of your beautiful legs. 

         Hideyoshi’s breath hitches when you give him that look, and the both of you know that the night is going to be a long one. 

Masamune Date - Strawberries and Cream

You squirm helplessly when he presses the strawberry between your dripping folds. How many more did he have in the bowl of his? You lost count after the seventh one. Despite being completely numb between your legs, you still twitch at his touch. As his slender fingers glide up your smooth skin, anticipation builds up like a knot in the pit of your abdomen. His teeth graze against the dark purple of love bites he had left there a few hours ago, making your breath hitch in the back of your sore throat. 

         “Masamune,” you mewl, throwing your head back to the damp pillow of the futon. You weren’t sure if it was wet from your drool or your release - the night up to now was a complete blur and you would not be surprised if it was a combination of both. 

         “Hold still, kitten. Last one, I promise.” His voice is hoarse from moaning, and it surprises you that he is still pushing the limits of your body. He cups his hand over your thigh to hold you down before he drags his tongue down your trembling cunt. As he reaches the fruit, he pushes it against your clit, earning a drawn out moan. Masamune smirks at this and repositions his neck. This allows him to insert his tongue into you while nuzzling his nose against the strawberry. 

         With every buck of your hips, you would inherently help Masamune in grinding the berry against your pulsating clit. The sensation is too much for your tired body, so you unravel without question. Your essence dribbles down your legs as you convulse, overwhelmed with pleasure. 

         Masamune beams and laps at you as you cum before he takes the strawberry between his teeth. Crawling over you, he presses his forehead against you and kisses you deeply, successfully feeding you the strawberry. “This is the best dessert I could ever ask for...”

         This comment makes you flush as red as the strawberries are, and Masamune rakes his fingers through your hair. He trails kisses down your neck with numb lips before stopping at your collarbone to leave a good-sized hickey to mark his conquest. His teeth nip your skin ever so gently, but it is enough to make you moan again. 

         “Don’t tempt me, kitten. There are still strawberries to be eaten–”

Mitsuhide Akechi - Summer Nights and Juicy Peaches

You never would have imagined that a night of hard drinking could lead to bathing in the moon’s silver glow next to Mitsuhide’s naked form. Then again, you also did not expect that it would have lead to having outdoor sex, but having been washed with pleasure over and over again, you lost all of your complaints on Mitsuhide’s tongue. 

         It is too warm to remain in the futon – and not to mention that the fabrics are rather wet from the events that transpired earlier. So Mitsuhide suggested that the two of you enjoy the stars for a bit. He leans back and picks a peach from the bucket next to the door. After rubbing it against his pec for a moment, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of the fruit. The juices squelch rather lewdly as he sucks on the peach, so you stare at Mitsuhide intently. 

         He only smirks at you and takes another bite. Typical. You pull his wrinkled haori over your shoulders a bit and laugh at the mess he is making. Looking down, Mitsuhide realizes that the juices have dribbled down his chin and dropped onto his chest. “It isn’t as sweet as you were, little mouse,” he purrs, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

         You open your mouth to protest, but Mitsuhide snaps into his action. His hand flies in the darkness and catches your jaw. Immobilized by his touch, the warlord inserts two sticky fingers into your mouth all the while pushing the haori off of your skin. Now completely exposed and under his mercy, he squeezes the remaining crescent of peach over your breasts. 

         It feels cool in contrast to the summer heat that hangs in the air. You squirm around, but Mitsuhide lowers his head to yours. “Hold still, or you’ll make more of a mess.” After throwing the peach over his shoulder, he cranes his neck so that he can drag his tongue over your nipples. They grow harder with every flick of his tongue, and you throw your head back to moan. 

         Mitsuhide pulls back, sly smirk plastered on his face. Breathless, you look down at your chest. Beads of saliva and peach juice hang off of your nipples and glint in the moonlight. “Looks like we won’t be getting much sleep tonight, little mouse.” 

Mitsunari Ishida - Melting Mochis

You thought that it would take more to convince Mitsunari to join you in bed, but, surprisingly enough, he jumps at the opportunity. Really, you should be prompting to eat his dinner, but Mitsunari seems to be more eager than usual. He had only really eaten a few bites, and then enjoyed half of the frozen mochis for dessert. 

         Once sprawled on the matted ground, he paws at your kimono, insisting that you take it off because the summer heat is too much to bear. “My lady, please let me hear your voice,” he murmurs, his voice only slightly above a whisper. You cup his face and kiss him deeply, and you realize that the mochis have been made with alcohol. No wonder he is acting like this. 

         Mitsunari’s fingers tug at the tie holding your clothes together, and once it comes undone, Mitsunari begins to suck on your collarbone. His usually warm breath is now cold from the mochis, and it makes you shiver. 

         “Mitsunari,” you moan, dragging your fingers through his soft hair. He looks up to meet your half lidded gaze before reaching backwards to pick a half melted mochi from the bowl. The heat was not kind to anything – but he does not seem to care that it drips into the palm of his hand. 

         With the mochi shrinking between his fingers, Mitsunari does the unthinkable: he rubs it against your breasts. It only melts faster, and soon there is nothing left in his hands. Your breath shakes with your legs when he drags his tongue over your silky skin, lapping at the melted mochi carefully. He makes sure to clean you completely before the warlord delivers you a powerful kiss. 

         His tongue presses into your mouth with a ferocity you have not experienced before. Mitsunari even bites your bottom lip when he leans back, making you squeak. So these are the effects of sake on someone who cannot hold their liquor well… nonetheless, it only made him more bold. This, you appreciate actually, so you surrender to his intoxicating taste. 

         “Princess, you taste so good.” 

         “Are you sure that is not the sake talking?”

         Mitsunari takes your fingers and kisses each digit individually, making you giggle. “Not in the slightest. I haven’t had anything to drink. Only the moch–… oh.”

         Despite the realization, Mitsunari captures your lips once more, promising you that he will worship your body and the mochi tonight. 

Ieyasu Tokugawa - Jam Paintings

You have always admired his fingers from afar - whenever he tests various remedies, Ieyasu will work his nimble digits into the bowls as he mixed the ingredients  intently. Today, however, you have the opportunity to see him work up close, and on you. 

         Ieyasu holds a paintbrush between his teeth, spicy jam dripping from the bristles onto your skin. He scowls, now that the drops have ruined the scene he is painting on your back. It tingles slightly, and you can only assume that it is from the peppers that make the jam. As he drags the brush across your skin, spreading the jam all over, you shiver and twist your legs together. 

         “Who said you could do that..” he growls, his free hand squeezing past your thighs. Ieyasu pulls them apart and keeps his hand on your pussy so that you don’t try to hide from him. The warlord drags the brush down the bend in your back, and it glides over your ass until it reaches your slit. He does not let the jam touch your rosy folds and instead leans down to lap at the jam. 

         You reposition your hips upward, giving Ieyasu better access to your clit. His breath his hot, and you can feel the spice lingering on his lips. Ieyasu buries his nose into you, taking little time for formalities. His tongue dips into your core, flicking around and satisfying your crave to be touched. 

         Ieyasu digs his fingertips into the supple flesh of your hips as he devours you from behind. Your essence mixes with his saliva and the jam that is still on his lips, and the heat of the peppers makes your clit go slightly numb.

         Moans drip from your lips as you arch your back and sink into the futon. Now, with your face buried in the pillow, Ieyasu cannot hear the lewd sounds that come from your throat. He reels back and slaps your pussy. 

         A burning sensation shoots through your nerves, making you jump up and yelp. Looking over your shoulder, you whine at Ieyasu. The jam has melted and trickles down your side, staining the futon with orange-gold. 

         “Ieyasu,” you lisp. Your eyes droop as your body racks with pleasure – his fingers dance across your slit in response to hearing his name. 

         “You’ve made a mess. I’ll have to teach you a lesson now.” 

Kenshin Uesugi - Plum Mitsumame

When the night started, Kenshin insisted that mitsumame was for children, but now, he is completely obsessed with picking pieces of the purple jelly off of your stomach. When his tongue flicks out and grazes your bare skin, you shiver, battling against the silk slips that bind your wrists together. 

         Kenshin clicks his tongue and gazes at you with his sharp eyes. He needs no words to communicate his thoughts: don’t move. 

         You stop immediately, and while keeping his eyes locked with yours, Kenshin picks up the cube of plum flavored jelly from the soft spot between your breasts. You exhale shakily, causing one of the mitsumames to fall onto the wrinkled covers of the futon. 

         “That’s it–”

         Before you have a chance to ask what’s it, his hands land on your thighs, and he is pulling your legs apart. Now with your folds exposed, you feel bashful suddenly, but his grip is too tight to let you escape. Kenshin grinds himself against you at a painfully slow rate. His breath hitches when you involuntarily press your hips upwards to meet his strides. 

         “And I thought the ties would be enough to make you behave,” he continues as he reaches up your abdomen. 

         Trembling with anticipation, you wait for him to touch you, but instead, Kenshin pushes the jelly against your pert nipples, making the seamless edge shatter. It crumbles and delivers a wet sensation to your numb buds. 

         Your mouth hangs open slightly, causing saliva to trickle down your chin. The tie in your mouth keeps you from begging him to touch you, but you are sure that Kenshin can see the lust glinting in your eyes. He finally grants you pleasure by rubbing his fingers against your folds. Kenshin purposefully brushes his thumb over your clit, but is then quick to remove it. 

         When you whine, Kenshin’s gaze softens and he pulls the fabric from your mouth. “Are you going to behave?”

         You nod your head and he kisses you deeply, his lips tasting of plum mitsumame. After moaning into the kiss, Kenshin moves down your neck, leaving lovebites in his wake. You would not be surprised if, by the end of the night, both of you had plum-colored bruises dancing up your skin – and they would not be innocent markings. 

Shingen Takeda - Manju at Midnight

He appears promptly at midnight, like he has been for the past week. There is a small pouch in his hand, and he tosses it up into the air before catching it. Upon seeing you peeking out from behind the screen, Shingen smiles brightly, his face illuminated by the moon. 

         “Princess, won’t you dine with me tonight?” He always asks the same thing, and you never refuse. Shingen lazily takes a seat on the edge of the porch of your room that overlooks the garden. His haori is loose, so when he leans back, the sleeve slips down his shoulder. You can clearly map out the curve of his muscles as he pulls out a manju from the pouch. 

         He must have caught you staring, because he stops just as the cake touches his rosy lips. “Enjoying the show, my angel?” 

         This makes you flush, but he bats his eyelashes at you, coaxing you to come sit next to him. Once you do, Shingen tucks his arm around your waist and pulls you close. His clothing falls further, exposing more of his torso. 

         You are not complaining. 

         Shingen holds the manju between his teeth and offers it to you, You expect him to feed it to you, but instead he bites into it and then kisses you deeply. The pieces of cake crumble against your tongues as he slips his inside of your mouth. Amidst the heat of your mouth, the bean paste melts, and saliva drips from your lips. 

         Your hand cups under your mouth and you lean back quickly. Shingen’s hair is tousled slightly, but when he runs his fingers through his locks and smirks at you, a knot tightens in your abdomen. You are quick to sling your leg over his lap and nestle against his obvious erection. 

         This was not part of the routine, but then again, you assume this was his plan. It was no coincidence that his haori happened to be tied so carelessly. He was teasing you on purpose. Shingen’s hands land on your hips and he pushes you downwards so that you grind against him slowly. 

         His breath smells like manju, and you notice that some saliva has landed on his collarbone. You lean down to kiss the spot, but Shingen catches your jaw and forces you to look up. He has another manju between his teeth, and the expression on his face is challenging you to take it from him. 

Yukimura Sanada - Feast at Dawn

When Yukimura wakes, he is surprised to see you arranging a platter with different breakfast foods – rice, soup, fried tofu, beans – there was probably more, but Yukimura sleepily turns his attention to you. “What are you doing?”

         You pad over to him and press a good morning kiss to his forehead. “Bringing you breakfast, of course. It is rather later, Yuki.” 

         He cannot help but smirk as he extends a hand, offering you a seat next to him. Once you sit down, Yukimura reaches for a cube of tofu. A dangerous idea flashes into his mind, so he kisses one side and then pushes it against your lips. Thinking that he is simply feeding you, you open your mouth and accept his gift. Only… his fingers linger in your mouth. 

         The young warlord scissors his digits apart in your mouth, his sly smirk growing with every moment that passes. “Doesn’t this remind you of last night? You are so cute when you make that face.” Yukimura removes his fingers and grips your jaw, staring into your eyes intently. “Let me feed you,” he insists. 

           You tremble slightly, but nod your head. Yukimura picks up another cube of tofu and repeats the process: he kisses it and then holds it at your lips. This time, however, he catches your tongue with two digits. He is being much more bold than last night. You squirm around to fight his grip, and Yukimura laughs playfully before letting go. 

         As you pout, Yukimura reaches for your thighs and pulls you onto his lap. “Don’t do that,” he pleads gently. Next, he takes a ball of rice, kisses it, but this time, he leaves it in the crevice of your collarbone. 

         Before you have a chance to turn down and look at it, Yukimura clasps his lips over the spot and eats it. His tongue grazes your skin for a split second, causing you to cry out. Your hand flies to cover your mouth in embarrassment. 

         But Yukimura smirks once more and returns to the spot. He kisses it over and over in such a short period of time that you momentarily go numb there. When he finally leans back, there is a well sized hickey left there. 

         “Yukim-” but he cuts you off with a swift kiss, and you understand that your day has only just begun. 

Sasuke Sarutobi - Cherry Red

Sasuke insists on eating a cherry and then lapping at your clit. With the fruit between his teeth, he nestles himself between your legs. Every time he strokes your wet folds, you twist your body in every which direction. His teeth sink into the cherry, making it burst against you. Dark juice trickles down your thighs, but Sasuke is quick to catch them with his tongue. 

         “This gives popping your cherry a whole new definition, doesn’t it?” His eyes meet yours, but you look away quickly to save yourself from blushing deeply. You would laugh, but he swiftly inserts two fingers into you, making you bite your tongue and quiver with pleasure. 

         He curls his digits upwards before thrusting them deep into you. Every time they hit against your most intimate spot, you groan painfully. Sasuke leans down to brush your hair from your face. He kisses you deeply to silence the incoherent babbles that leave your lips. It is not a surprise that he tastes like cherries – but there is a hint of something else – something you can only assume to be your essence. 

         A pressure threatens to explode inside of your abdomen, so you buck your hips upwards without thinking about it. Drowning in the sensation, you grind painfully against Sasuke’s tongue and fingers, searching desperately for the friction that will push you over into the sea of euphoria. 

         “Sasuke, p-please, I’m going to cum,” you whine between short breaths. 

         He smirks happily and kisses the inside of your thigh. With his free hand, he reaches for another cherry and places it between his teeth to repeat the process. This time, however, when he bites into the fruit, you thrust upwards before falling against the futon, a moaning mess. He removes his fingers quickly, allowing you to release onto the futon and his tongue. 

         Your leg continues to twitch after your orgasm, but Sasuke kisses the spasms away before scooting up next to you. He nuzzles you and kisses your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. When you do, Sasuke catches you off guard by pushing the cherry into your mouth. It is slick with your cum, but you could not care in the slightest. Instead, you tuck your arm around Sasuke’s neck and pull him down to deepen the kiss. 

Kennyo - Honey Stained Kisses

Even if you wanted to, you could not pull away from his kisses. Liquid gold drips from his lips, and the sickly sweet taste of honey sends you spiraling into an ocean of bliss. Nothing could be more delicious than the heat that radiates from him as his tongue delves into your mouth, searching for more sweetness. Droplets land on your bare breasts, but you pay them no attention as his hips dig into yours. 

         “Kennyo,” you mewl softly against his skin. The honey makes you stick to his chest, and when more lands on your nipples, you throw your head back. 

         You do not remember how you have come to be in this position, or how the honey came to join you in your intimate moment, but you know how that you would not change your place for anything in the world. 

         He grunts in response, his hair curling over his eyes to obscure his face from your view. Unhappy with this complication, you rake your fingers through Kennyo’s bangs, pushing his dark locks back before you press your forehead to his. His eyes are clouded with lust and passion, and it makes you squirm with excitement upon seeing them. 

         “I want to watch you, Kennyo.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, so hoarse from screaming. You don’t know how much longer you can last at this rate. Every time his pelvis collides with yours, sparks go flying and your vision goes white for a moment before you come to. Every moment his fingers brush over your body, you worry that you will become completely undone in his hands. Every instance his lips lock with yours, you are submerged into his love – a vast sea so deep that you cannot escape it. 

         Another grunt comes from the back of his throat, and the vibrations rumble against your nipples, giving you the delicious friction you so desperately desire. Kennyo drops his head so that he can drag his tongue against your collarbone. He collects stray honey and savors the taste before kissing you again. Pinned in place by his hypnotic gaze and his strong arms, you have the pleasure of watching his face contort as he reaches his limit. 

         “Say my name again,” he requests, his voice terribly on edge. 

         “Kennyo. Kennyo. K-Kennyo–,” but you voice is lost in the night, stolen by the orgasm that washes over your tired body. It is not long before you feel his warmth spread inside of you, and his grasp loosens. 

         He settles next to you, still panting and basking in pleasure, when you sit up to kiss his cheek. Kennyo turns his head at the last moment, capturing your honey stained lips in a heated kiss. 

[soontofustew]

about now

summary: your touring husband is finally home. 

pairing: park jaehyung x reader

word count: 2.5k ish

a/n:  hey hey @nara1509​!! this is written for you for the myday christmas fic exchange ~ (organised by the lovely @7abshy​) you didn't really specify anything except husband jae so i took the creative liberties!! truthfully, this was really difficult to write (figuring out marriage dynamics and thinking about life after marriage) but i tried my best!! my writing here is lowkey weird too?? feels kinda different from my normal style but sorry for the long wait >< anyway i really hope you enjoy this and have a great 2020!! 

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“ y/n, aren’t you heading home yet?” 

the sound of your typing slows to a halt as you finally look up from your computer screen after staring at it the whole day, blinking furiously in an attempt to drive the tiredness away.  sohye’s head pops out from behind the door of your office, concern briefly flickering across her face as she takes in the mess of your usually organised surroundings. papers were scattered across your table, you knew there were at least three different files lying open on the couch and a multitude of post it notes were pasted across the department whiteboard that you had (with much effort) managed to roll into the room. 

you attempt a reassuring smile at your closest friend and colleague in the department, although at this point you’re sure it looks more like a grimace. 

“well, i’m hoping to be done with this by 7?” you catch the clock ticking to 6.45 out of the corner of your eye and inwardly sigh, “scratch that. maybe 8?” 

sohye frowns for a moment, before stepping into your office. “i could come in early tomorrow to finish up the rest of the pitch and presentation? especially since you’re supposed to be on leave. minjung said she would be in early as well!” 

“i’ll finish up what i can and email the rest to the department to finish. don’t worry so much and go home, shoo shoo.” you wave a hand at her and she nods somewhat reluctantly, turning around to leave. 

“you better make sure you leave at 8.” she calls out as she turns to exit your office, not before fixing you with a stern glare that you know from past experience meant that she wasn’t playing around.

“yes mom.” you drone, waving your hands quickly at her in a shooing motion. “please leave safely.” 

“i swear i’ll swap all the pen caps on your coloured pens-”, you tune out the rest of her exasperated shouts as she heads to the elevators, staring at your computer screen for a second before running a hand down your face in frustration. 

today was not your day. 

when you had woken up, you were more than prepared to have a week of well-deserved rest and relaxation. what you discovered was an urgent email from your boss telling you that you had to come into work for an emergency (leave or no leave), you had managed to fall and bruise your arm before even leaving the house and spilled coffee on your favourite blouse. upon reaching work, you realised an incredibly dumb tech intern had managed to wipe out all the files pertaining to the upcoming pitch your company had prepared for a major client (hence the emergency) and that your department had to redo it all by the weekend. 

“and of course, all this just has to happen the one time i decide to clear the leave i have backlogged. and when he’s finally back home.” you grumble to yourself as you grudgingly continue typing. a chime sounds and you reach over to grab your phone, unlocking it to see messages from said person you were talking about.

6.54pm

[goat husbando]: hey hey i landed already. how u doing? .o. 

[goat husbando]: also its raining did you pack an umbrella?

[you]: i’m ok 

[you]: i think so? 

[you]: should have a spare one in my office anyway 

[goat husbando]: ok see u soon :”)

a smile creeps onto your face, as it sinks in that your husband is finally back in the country after what seemed like an eternity (admittedly only six months) on tour in europe and america. taking a moment to stretch your sore muscles from sitting all day, you think back to how you even met him and wonder how you managed to survive it all. 

- 24th july, 9.32pm. -

you take a sip of your chai latte, taking in the skyline of seoul before you. "being up here really puts my worries into perspective." you mutter to yourself. 

all of a sudden, a body crashes into you and you yelp in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing onto the railing to support your weight. your chai latte, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky and you stare mournfully as it falls from your grip. 

"oh my god, i am so so sorry! are you okay? ok i guess you're not, i just made you lose your drink. damn it younghyun, look at what you did-" 

turning to look at the situation after making sure your limbs were all intact, you meet a tall boy, his blonde hair tousled by the wind, wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. he was clad in an oversized flannel, a simple black shirt and blue denim jeans completing the outfit. 

"um-" you make an effort to get this attention, seeing him arguing with another boy, his hair dyed with purple hues. 

he spins around, hands flailing in desperation, eyes large from worry. "i am so sorry! aH what can i do to make it up to you??" 

you can't help it. at the sight of him panicking immensely over your spilt latte, you burst into laughter, hands wrapping around your middle. "you.. you look like... like an octopus." you manage to get out in between breaths. 

the boy ceased all movement abruptly, moving to lean against the railing next to you. "i guess i kind of do huh?" he chuckles to himself.  extending a hand towards you, he smiles - a grin so bright and disarming that it takes your breath away for a split second. 

"park jaehyung. how about i buy another drink for you?" 

you guessed that the rest, like people said was history. 

but the past six months truly felt like the longest six months of your life. it was his first tour after the both of you got married and you convinced yourself that things would be fine. life without jaehyung seemed to function normally at first, you still woke up in the mornings and went to work, just that the bed seemed a little larger now, blankets a little colder when you wrapped yourself in them. skype sessions were irregular given the time differences, but you both tried your best and you would be lying if you said you weren’t happy that you had a folder of pictures dedicated to one park jaehyung falling asleep in the midst of conversation. by the third month of the tour, you were in “peak withdrawal mode” as sohye had termed, with every small thing reminding you of the tall idiot who occupied your heart.

grocery shopping and having to stretch for items that he would normally reach easily for. subconsciously cooking for two instead of one. turning around excitedly to show him a meme and realising he wasn't around. missing his warmth as the weather turned colder and you dug out old sweaters to compensate. 

the fourth month was when you started wearing his shirts to bed. somehow they still smelled like him, a comforting mix of sandalwood and grapefruit. the video calls lessened as the weeks went by, what with how tired he was from the consecutive shows. still, you pushed on - burying yourself in work and department meetings, refusing to allow yourself time to dwell on the missing presence of park jaehyung. 

and then you re-watched the proposal video. 

it was a random evening on the weekend and you decided to clear out some random bits and bobs you collected in your drawers over the years, when you saw the disc. once the video started, you immediately knew what it was. the video was shaky and badly lit, but watching it, you could see every moment that happened in your mind as clear as day. 

- 23rd july 2018, 11.54pm -

“isn’t the view nice?” the camera lens veers into your face as you lean against a metal railing, making you flinch and jump back slightly. 

"not so close, alex!" you laugh and push the camera backwards, turning back to the open view in front of you. you take a deep breath of the cool night air and stretch your arms out, feeling the wind rush between your fingertips. 

"hey hey of course i'm excited! i haven't visited you in ages and to get to tour seoul with you? have some sympathy for your best friend ok." the voice behind the camera rises in pitch and the screen fumbles for a second before readjusting and a blonde appears next to you, holding up a peace sign. 

the video ends up focusing on you again, back to leaning against the railing, eyes drinking in the night scenery - watching the city lights of seoul twinkle beneath you. 

"you really like this place huh?" alex asks again. 

you nod, smiling into the distance. "i met jaehyung here. about seven years ago? and we came here a lot for dates, it's quiet and hardly anyone can be bothered to walk up here since it's only footpaths up to this peak. we just sat around, ate take-out and talked together. i remember he asked me out here too. he brought his acoustic guitar and sang 'best part' before asking me to be his girlfriend."  

you turn around to look at her, eyes narrowing slightly before you spot jaehyung behind her, carrying his well-worn acoustic guitar. 

he slowly walks towards you, a grin on his face as he strums the guitar. 

"if you love me, i can love you till the end. so stay with me don't go anywhere. you will be without a doubt, my last love story. so please be my finale." 

he reaches you, taking off his guitar and leans down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. kneeling in front of you, he grasps your hands and takes a breath.

"hey y/n. wow ok, i'm totally more nervous than i thought i was going to be. ok ok. we met here on this day-", he quickly looks down at his watch, "on this day seven years ago. meeting you has changed my life, as cliche as it sounds. during these seven years, you've supported me through all the good times and the bad, even when i might have been out of the country and not able to do the same for you. i once asked you to be my girlfriend here. but now, i want to ask another question. is that ok?" 

you can only nod in response, tears already gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

"y/n, would you do be the honour of being my wife?" 

"yes, yes! park jaehyung, i would love to be your wife." 

you paused the video then, curling into a ball on the couch. the apartment had never seemed emptier than at that moment, jaehyung’s missing larger than life presence causing an absence that left a gaping hole in your life. even the dish towels looked sadder, you laughed while blinking back tears as you made your nightly cup of tea. a few minutes later, you were seated by your bedside, staring at the cup of hot honey lemon you had somehow subconsciously made. it was jaehyung’s favourite drink before bed and as the scent of honey flooded your nose, you broke down. that night, you cried yourself to sleep listening to his albums, missing the feeling of his arms around you. 

a loud knock on the door breaks you out of your reminiscing and you look up, mouth dropping open in surprise. 

"someone requested for a delivery of one tall handsome man?" 

park jaehyung leans languidly against the door of your office, a cheeky smirk on his face. his hair messily ruffled from the plane ride, one hand in his jacket pocket and the other holding a multitude of plastic bags. 

"what-" you begin, when he shuffles over immediately, index finger out and shushing you. 

when did he get here from the airport? how?  

you were stunned, mind torn between wanting to run over to hug him and struck by how well he knew you.

"i figured i would pick my lovely wife up from work today. and i bought some takeout along the way too - it's your favourite - sushi and some strawberry shortcake from that small bakery you like. i got the car parked downstairs and i know you're definitely tired." 

he places the food down on the office table, leaning down to peck your forehead as he somehow manages to simultaneously save the work on your laptop and shut it down. "so, how about say we head home hm?" 

he cocks his head at you, and as you stare into his eyes, you know there's only one correct answer. you can never refuse park jaehyung. so you shut your eyes briefly, savouring the weight of his hand as he strokes your hair before getting up to pack your belongings. 

"ah, i forgot. younghyun invited us to dinner tomorrow. wanna go?" he asks without looking at you, hands tapping away on his phone. 

and you suddenly realise that he's always asking the questions. always making sure you're comfortable. always being there to catch you before you fall. you set your half-packed bag down on the table and reach out, tugging the edge of his coat. 

"hey." you lick your lips, watch as his eyes trace the edges of your face. "park jaehyung, can i kiss you?" 

his eyes imperceptibly widen, hand reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he grins teasingly. "how can i say no when you're asking me like that y/n?", he whispers, voice catching slightly on your name.

so, you reach a hand out, cupping his face and pull him down towards you as you tiptoe to reach him. the warmth of his lips on yours grounds you, releasing a tension you didn't even know you had and you snake your other hand around his waist, drawing him closer. his hands settle around your lower back, tongue slipping into your mouth as you him kiss deeper. 

when you finally break away, face slightly flushed and lips redder than before, you catch a glimpse of jaehyung's smirk and refuse to look him in the eye. "you really missed me, didn't you?" he traces a finger down the side of your cheekbones. 

your response is to bury your face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood. "i did. i really did miss you." 

"mm. i would love to stand here and hug you all day but the food's gonna get cold babe. besides, you got me to yourself all night." he slowly untangles himself from your embrace, and you proceed to gather up your things. fingers firmly intertwined with his as you leave the office, your heart skips a beat as you look up at jaehyung. 

your husband is finally home.