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selastheblue · 6 months

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Not So Paradise Afterall

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Peering into the keyhole of the front door of her new property Dahlia frowned, "It doesn't look broken, but the key isn't turning. You're sure it's the right key?"

Standing behind her, Nils was also frowning, "I'm sure it is. Positive. It goes to the backdoor and shop door too. Lets try it on those before we consider calling a locksmith." And with a nod from Dahlia the two of them walked to the shop entry on the right side of the front of the building.

Thankfully this door was much more yielding, and while it took some jostling and a little prayer to have the key turn, once it did the door creaked open ominously. Beyond was a large poorly lit room, with only the front bay window as its only source of light. A counter was visible at the far end, with a closed door behind it. To the left side of the room piled high was an assortment of very old furniture that reached out about halfway into the space, and along the wall a built in shelf covered in all kinds of oddities and baubles.

With a light cough as he and Dahlia entered, Nils commented, "Ah well, spose it would be dusty wouldn't it?"

Dahlia walked in slowly, and paused by the counter, eyeing the disturbed dust there, "And look here. Rat tracks disturbing the dust. I'll need to see if I can get some traps." She dragged her finger through the layer of grey before wiping it off on her pants, and suddenly sneezing.

Nils however was more interested in the furniture piled into the corner, beelining for it before inspecting an old rocker. "You know you could probably clean some of these up and sell them. They look like they are in good condition."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, walking nearer to the pile, "Think they're worth anything, or just old junk?"

"Well maybe with a new coat of varnish, and some sanding. But most of these are really detailed, and might have some history to them. Like this one here has got the old Silverbark Logging symbol on it." He touched a small desk near the front, then their attention was suddenly diverted by a knock on the front door!

"No one should know we're here..." Dahlia commented, confused eyes meeting a matching pair from Nils. After a pause the knock repeated, and she walked to the door with Nils behind her. With a creak that could wake the dead did she open the door to be greeted by a face she didn't expect to see today, but a familiar one all the same.

"Taylor?" She spoke, stunned and blinking up at the very tall man, "Wait what are you doing here?"

Height wasn't Taylor's most defining feature, that would have been his deep red skin, and the matching horns that sprung out of his black seemingly perpetually greasy hair. And the tail. The tail was a bit odd as well. Teiflings weren't unheard of in this part of Barscaroth, but were certainly uncommon. As far as Dahlia knew he was the only resident one in Slumberton.

He also unfortunately had a bit of a reputation. Among the folk that attended the markets there were claims he was a thief, a wallet snatcher. Dahlia had once overheard that he had been caught trying to sneak into the Downy Dream Inn's cellar after-hours. And then of course there were the numerous accusations of him 'seducing' people's sons or daughters with his 'devil magic'.

Dahlia of course knew most of that to be only rumors and conjecture based solely on his happenstance of birth. If she had been asked to describe him she would have gone with words like dramatic, impulsive, funny, mischievous, and friend.

"What am I doing here? Darling, what are you doing here in this old abandoned shack?" He replied immediately, "I caught you heading inside with this old man, and feared the worst!"

"Old!?" Nils piped up, offended as he eyed this unexpected visitor up and down. Dressed in a cream colored shirt and well fitted trousers with red lilies embroidered around the left hip, Dahlia's own work.

While her elder cousin was embarrassed and offended Dahlia smiled and laughed at her friend's crassness, "He's not that old, Taylor! This is my cousin, Nils Bryant. And this 'shack' is mine now, I guess?" A part of her was still processing the immense gift.

"Yours? Where the hells did you get the coin for somethin' like this?" Taylor asked, quite surprised at her explanation, his cinder-glowing eyes opening wide.

"A family friend passed recently. He left it to me. Would you like to come inside? We were just taking stock of things. Cousin Nils does carpentry work and will be helping my fix the place up." She stepped aside a bit more, giving room for her friend to enter even as she pretended not to see Nils' scowl in her direction.

Stepping inside the red fellow had to duck to avoid hitting the door frame and yet still there was a little skrit sound as his horns barely scraped the wood.

"I think I'll take you up on that. Thank you, dear." He thanked her sweetly, even as Nils gave him the stink eye. "Oh my, that is a bit of a mess, isn't it?" And he strode confidently over to the piled furniture and shelf. Something caught his eye and quick as a biting snake his hand whipped up and out, snatching something off an upper shelf that Dahlia and Nils could hardly see.

With a delighted grin Taylor cupped his hands, obscuring from them what he had snatched, "Well isn't this just precious?"

Walking over to stand next to him Dahlia asked, "What did you find?"

"Something quite delightful, I'm afraid." And he opened his hands for her to see, revealing a taxidermied mouse. It was dressed in a tiny plaid vest with a chimneysweep's hat, and it had been posed to hold a smoking pipe in one paw.

Dahlia's giggle erupted suddenly and gently plucked the stuffed mouse from Taylor's hand, "Terribly delightful, I'm afraid!"

Taylor scoffed as she copied his more formal and flowery language, "Hey I found it first, finders keepers?"

"You want the creepy stuffed mouse corpse? Suuure...." and she placed it back in his hand.

"You just said it was delightful!" He laughed accusatorily, smiling as he inspected it once more.

But Dahlia just shrugged, "It can be morbid, creepy, and weirdly cute." Then she stepped over, opening the door to the kitchen and peering inside, "Oh hey this is a nice little cozy kitchen!"

Nils followed her quickly through the door, while Taylor first gave a glance around the main shop space, a feeling of being observed unshakeable. Shaking his head he turned and promptly whacked his head into the doorframe.

"Fuckin' hells....." he grumbled, then ducked to fit his head and horns, closing the door to the front of the first floor a little more forcefully than was really necessary.

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Shaken to his bones as the door slammed shut, leaving only the most dread inducing silences, Flicker remained frozen there on the shelf where merely a minute ago he had nearly been snatched up by that terrifying red bean.

When the front door of the building had screamed announcing entry Flicker was dumbfounded, and froze right to where he stood on the uppermost shelves behind stacks of old furniture. Seeing the beans lumber around before that loud knock that must've echoed through the house. He had hoped desperately that they would leave, and never come back, but the things they spoke of... they shattered his once dream of having this place just for himself and his colony.

Flicker had briefly debated fleeing the room while the beans attended the door, but when that towering red one stepped into sight he didn't dare move an inch. The horned head of the fellow lined up perfectly with the shelf Flicker stood on, and any movement would attract attention.

So there he stood as the beans voices thundered around him, and the red one strolled ever nearer. Nearer, and nearer until those burning pupils landed on that upper shelf, scanning it. Suddenly, quicker then an bean should ever move the great grasping fingers reached up like pillars of saffron horror. Time seemed to stop, all his muscles had seized, his breath was stolen by the open hand that dwarfed him.

But it didn't come for him, but the small decorative mouse he stood near to. The fingers that could snap him in half without consideration snatched the figurine and the moment that seemed to last as an infinite horror was quite quickly past, as the beans discussed the object.

Not hardly a minute later they had moved on to the kitchen, leaving Flicker to collect his smashed illusions. Taking it all in was a lot, but as he heard the sound of shoes on stairs a new horror crept into his heart. His colony!! His friends were only in a desk afterall. A desk the beans might very well try and open or worse, take from the house!

That got his feet moving with all speed, as he bolted over to the small hole in the wood paneled wall. Within he had been hard at work with his fellows to try and build out a traversable network of passages. Floors, walls, ceilings all with nails as ladders, or walkways over great chasms that descended several levels, some perhaps even down to the cellar itself.

From below him as he climb he could still hear their voices, that red one was especially loud as there was some kind of yell, or cheer?

They're in the basement, I can get the colony to the attic crawlspace, or maybe in the wall-tunnels. he decided as he practically flew up the nail rungs, I'm such an idiot, we should have never come here...

The wayfinder stopped and turned, reaching to pull himself up to another set of nail ladders, before slipping in through the back of the desk to a huddle of panicked faces.

From the other side of the huddled group Wick scowled at him and growled, "You didn't say anything about beans."

"I didn't know." He responded a bit lamely, "You can complain at me later. We need to get everyone into the wall, and all our stuff. Anything that would make it obvious we were here."

"Are you kidding we don't have time to mov-" Wick started to argue before he was promptly shushed by Pint, Pestle and Caramel.

The latter of which took charge, "Food, tools and personal stuff first. Then we come back. Flick, keep an ear out and warn us when the beans come upstairs. Wick, cut down the ladders there." And Caramel pointed to the toothpicks that had been tied together to make ladders to the upper half of the rolltop desk.

And the colony leapt to their tasks! Bodies moving in a buzz as Flicker headed back out and into the wall, only to stop near a knot hole in the wooden paneling near the floor of the second level's hallway. A perfect view of the staircase landing.

With twelve steps up the staircase Flicker knew that by the time the beans got to the top of the stairs he would be able to dash up the nail ladder next to him and be at the hold in the back of the rolltop desk. All was quiet for several minutes but as the first step creaked loudly, Flicker didn't hesitate, climbing with all haste!

Creak

One set of steps up the stairs. But then... silence? Flicker paused. Listening for any more steps as he hung off the final rung, inches from the hole. Then far closer then he would have liked he heard the creaking of a door opening, the door to the room his friends were in!

They were smart enough to leave the rolltop desk down, so that would buy a bit of time, but as he arrived at the opening he saw only three of his fellow borrowers remaining in the desk. Cuppa, Pestle, and Stem. They all looked up at Flicker with nervous expressions. They heard the bean in the room, footsteps creaking the floors with each slow and methodical steps.

Gesturing to be quiet with a pointer finger across his lips Flicker slunk into the desk, picking up what he could even as he pointed to the hole in the back. The others nodded, and did their best to move quietly, though they were no wayfinders being so small and contained in a closed desk what sounds they did made Flicker was sure were muffled and inaudible outside.

Just as Cuppa neared the hole, the last to depart besides Flicker himself, was there a muttered bean voice from outside. "What a fine desk. Wonder if its got anything-"

Flicker recognized it as the red bean's voice, and as the front of the desk was jostled Cuppa gasped. The sound was so loud she dropped what she was holding to cover her ears and cower, until Flicker shot over to her side. Hoping that the noise covered his footsteps and the bag of seeds Cuppa dropped Flicker helped her to stand, and pushed her through the hole into Pestle's arms, tossing the seed bag in after her.

Then he turned back and glanced at what was left in the desk that might give them away. Anything he could grab quickly. He spotted a backpack, forgotten in the hurry, and a cloak hung on the side. He bolted for the backpack first, right dead center of the desk.

"Hah, well see about that\~" the bean's voice whispered just outside, a chuckle echoing into the desk as the chair outside creaked. He had become seated. Then Flicker heard a sound he didn't immediately recognize, a scratching, scraping metal on metal. And then the Wayfinder's eyes grew wide, and he bolted this time not to the cloak, but to one of the drawers. While the hole was open, he didn't think he would make it in time.

And his instincts were correct.

"You see mister lock, you didn't stand a ghost of a chance." The smug voice of the red bean purred, filling the space, "Now anything interesting?" He mused to himself, and Flicker flinched as he heard a nearby drawer open.

"Cotton? Well odd, but I suppose? Ah, for holding jewelry, certainly." He reasoned as Flicker quietly wiggled to be below all the cotton blankets. His last line of defense against this bean's probing eyes...! Then another drawer opened, and another..!

They drew nearer and nearer until Flicker made out nearing footsteps, and the red fellow greeted someone, "In here, darling, come take a peek at this!"

And the woman replied, "Something interesting?" As she entered the room, "Oh that is a nice desk! And... wait what's that...?" Flicker's heart pounded away. Had he forgotten something? Did they hear him? Did one of the others get seen? The ensuing silence was nearly as deafening as the bean voices from a moment before, and he briefly wondered if they could hear his shaking from inside his hiding place.

But then he hear in the softest tone he'd ever heard a bean use, ".....isn't that just cute?" It was the woman, with a tone of awe and wonderment.

"Is it a.... a tiny cloak? Did a dollmaker live here or somethin'? Might explain the swatches of fabric in the drawers too." the louder voice of the red fellow suggested.

"I have no idea." she responded, "We have more house to see, I wonder what else is here...?" and her voice became more distant, and she, and the other bean he could tell began to move from the room.

As they departed Flicker caught only a bit of their next conversation, "Oh take this, it's the desk's key. It was locked inside somehow. You're really quite lucky I happened to come ac...."

Flicker took a minute to collect himself. To let his heart slow back down to a normal level, and for his mind to formulate what he should do next. He practically heard Buckle's voice in his head. 'Up now lad. Ya ain't got much fer time an' they're sure to be back. Scramble home, Wayfinder.'

And up Flicker got and pushed the drawer back open then sprinted to the hole at the back of the desk, where a wooden piece had been gently wedged in to disguise the borrower access hole. He glanced for the cloak, but didn't see it, and wouldn't have stopped for it anyway at that point. The beans had seen it, and it was now for all intents and purposes lost. But he wouldn't let himself be lost to the beans.

With a nearly inaudible 'click' the passage was sealed once more, and Flicker lead the other three towards the attic where the rest of the colony had planned to gather, farther from the reach of any potential beans.

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#g/t #giant/tiny #borrowers #g/t writing #giant tiny #gt #micro #ocflicker #wayfindertales #borrower #ocdahlia #octaylor

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charliesons · 1 year

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Leviathan Bday Collab 2023! Pajama Party prompt.

genre: fluff pairing: leviathan and gender-neutral mc ----------------- MC spent a month preparing for something very important to them, talking with their closest friends and making their plans were as detailed as possible. Buying gifts and decorations, making sure that everyone had time in their schedules and that they kept the date free, ensuring that they all had the outfits that MC had specifically chosen for this day. After all, it was their first year, and possibly the only one, in the Devildom, so they were going to make sure they experienced it in full, even if they meant planning everyone's birthdays on their own, something that they were perfectly happy to do.Once night fell on Leviathan's birthday, the fun had officially begun. The House of Lamentation was bustling with noise and excitement, there was a celebration in order and everyone was looking forward to it. No one was entirely sure what the night had in store for them, but they knew they would be spending as much of it as possible with the Avatar of Envy, per MC's planning.MC had thought about everything. The food, the decorations, the gifts, the games, the matching onesies that everyone would be wearing. They had saved Grimm and ordered limited edition Ruri-Chan items that they knew Leviathan would enjoy. It was his special day, and they would be making sure it was extra special, full of love and gifts that they knew he would cherish and enjoy. To the others it might look like something big that took too much effort, but to MC it was something that they would do for any of their friends, no matter the cost or the day. The transfer student appeared to be a ball of energy all day, visibly excited, possibly more excited than the birthday boy himself. When the time finally came for the celebration, they were the first one in Leviathan's room. They were there so quickly, infact, that it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that they had been sitting outside of his door the entire time.But, now that everyone had arrived, it seemed a bit crowded, lightly shoving each other around to find somewhere to sit on the pallet they'd made on the floor, MC was determined to stay sat next to Leviathan, practically glued to his hip. It was his special day, afterall, and they were determined to make sure it was amazing. Everything had been planned in advance, nothing could possibly go wrong when it was all so well thought out. And so, they spent the night playing Super Smash Devils. A few, very minor, fights broke out, as was to be expected when there are 7 brothers and their friends playing a competitive game, but, overall, they had a lot of fun and plenty of laughs. Everything was going well, and exactly as MC had planned. Leviathan looked like he was having a lot of fun, Beelzebub was definitely enjoying the food that MC had ordered, some of which they had specifically prepared and themed after his interests. a 7-tier TSL cake, Ruri-Chan themed cookies, and cupcakes with icing designs that looked suspiciously like Henry 2.0. The expression on Leviathan's face when he saw everything was one of amazement and joy, it was obvious that he was happy and enjoying himself. He had fun throughout the entire night. He hadn't lost a single game in the time that they were together, he was overjoyed. As the night began to end, MC returned with a cake that they had made themself, decorated with a sugar image of Leviathan's face. It gained a few laughs from the party, but the grin on Leviathan's face was something that MC would pride themself in receiving. "The cake isn't very well-made, but I wanted to make something especially for you," MC grinned as they spoke, placing the tray with the cake in front of Leviathan, "it might not taste very good, but it sure is pretty." The grin never left Leviathan's face as he cut himself a slice, he hadn't figured he'd be eating his own eye on the night of his birthday, but it was interesting. If it were possible, his face lit up even more after he took a bite, it was easy to tell that he was enjoying it, there was no need for words when it was written all over his face, "Well, it's good I guess," was the only response he gave, rolling his eyes. But he was happy, and that was all the response that was needed. When everyone had a slice of cake, Leviathan stood up, a smile plastered to his face. "I'm really glad you all came here to celebrate with me, I really did have a good birthday, and its all thanks to you guys." It was obvious that he meant it, the party was coming to a close and everyone would be going to bed soon, there was only one thing left for them to do. "Yeah, yeah, save the sentimental talk for later, I think it's about time that we sing happy birthday to you, birthday boy."

#leviathanbday2023 #shall we date leviathan #leviathan x gender neutral reader #leviathan obey me

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dmnngn · 1 year

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Analysis?: How Obito and Kakashi Were Victims of Circumstance after Rin's Death

The devil was in the details with Obito’s and Kakashi’s fates.

Afterall, as painfully cliché as it was, Obito and Kakashi only had themselves to blame for Rin’s passing. The deluge of guilt and resulting aftermath ripped the two apart, casting them adrift to find their own shores.

Lost in this blurry and tumultuous period, Obito and Kakashi needed to reclaim themselves: to externalise their grief; find a glimmering beacon to navigate the inky waves for; a reason to flush the salt from their wounds.

And as luck would have it, the shinobi world in the throes of war needed heroes and villains. The political zeitgeist did not tolerate waning fealties. As young and prodigious ninja, Obito and Kakashi were forced to choose sides and become unwitting pawns for the upper echelons:

Obito, for Madara’s plan;

Kakashi, for the Hokage's secrets.

#naruto #obito #obito uchiha #kakashi #hatake kakashi #analysis?#dmnngn #2023

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abbinurmel · 1 year

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One of my favorite underappreciated animated moments:

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Ok so while An America Tale/Don Bluth hasn't lost notoriety or fan size at all; I gotta hone in on this sequence because its just one of those "money scenes" that won't ever leave my adhd brain unless finally I smash it out with a sledgehammer.

So like, just for a moment lie back and study this scene. I mean really study it from beginning to end. I marvel at it because there is just....just....SO MUCH STUFF GOING ON all over the place, yet majestically orchestrated too. Like first of all, love the way the energy is paced here. I didnt include it but there is a whole slow drawn out ominous scene setting sequence of Fievel Mouse wandering the sewer tunnels til he approaches the villain cats crimelord hideaway. Then there is the little character establishing moment, to show us that Warren T. is not MERELY just a villain in disguise, he is also cultured, generally laidback, threatening but in a very grounded and self-composed way, not like a villain such as Cruella Devil or Carface or even legends like Maleficent who'll easily fly off the handle when minions get uppity or stupid. He's a villain comparable to one like Shere Kahn, or Shan Yu. The guy acts totally relaxed, cos they already *know* they are the one in charge, and the most cunning dangerous guy in the whole room. He does not need lose temper or actually smack up his sassier minions, just goad them playfully a bit whenever he wants for blithe amusement. This character gets sometines annoyed but just never raises his voice, unless shit really hits the fan for him, as it is finally about to, for once, in this scene.

Then we get Fievel's shocking discovery, he in five seconds easily establishes he was betrayed, and even we the audience up til now who knew Warren is a dirtbag, even we do not realize he is a cat until this very effective reveal scene, which nicely draws out the highly relatable RELIEF this villain gets from taking his costume off, like when a cosplayer or an actress finally gets to be themself and take all the crap off their face. Warren gets pissed, Fievel gets pissed, violent, and then we get a chaotic chase sequence, with multiple characters actions and lip sync set beat for beat to the score, along with foreshortened perspectives, natural effects, and all with little to NO computer, just handdrawn animation hand painted frame by frame. The chase doesn't merely do what it needs to do, which is just show Fieval run away thru some tunnels back to the surface, they decide to A) drop him and his pursuers into water/animate that and a rattled anchor chain and all the turmoiled bubbles it causes, B) a torn bead curtain with all its beads getting ripped and scattered, and finally, a VERY effective last second "gotcha!" moment, where Fieval and the audience thinks he is safely getting away, but he doesn't. Watch how they turn the music off and milk those few seconds for all they are worth in his poses. He's so relieved and joyous but exhausted, he isnt thinking clearly, he looka almost mockingly stupid with it, little details like the tongue and the gleeful dazed expression right as he turns really sells that disoriented BUT TRIUMPHANT "whew I survived!!!! Haha that wasn't so bad afterall!-"moment, like a kid who just endured their first terrifying rollercoaster and stepped off the car. They know the worst is all past, they just still have adrenaline wildly surging thru their brain. So the cockiness and unawareness is justified, and just as expected, like build up in a classic horror movie, out jumps the claw, and it grabs him. Even yet, the music is stil. naively triumphant, until the very last second.

So very very much effort and nuance is packed into this little scene and it all happens without very much dialogue, or fancy effects, or big show stopping Beauty & The Beast style music numbers, or sentiment, or gore. Just real effective storyboarding and incredible music and fluidity, as with all the rest of this film, but yeah I just wanna say, not only do we not enough receive great 2d films or tv in general, I feel like we do not get specifically *chase scenes* with this much layered energy to them in cartoons now. The last shows I can think of that really got my blood pumping with a chase like this was Avatar, Gravity Falls and Invader Zim, cos their climatic animation always had incredible weight and camera planning. I maybe would also count Samurai Jack save for the fact it is kind of made up entirely of such things, its sort of the intentional bread and butter that it runs on, thus while an equally magnificent show in its own right it doesn't make such "dramatic chase climaxes" have quite the same impact because that its 80% of ALL it does throughout each episode, so there is little breath to measure it by. The best episodes (like the graveyard one) would be arguably the best example of what I mean here but I am sure everybody reading this will have no idea what I am trying exactly to say anyway. I am bad at articulating things.

#Youtube #2d animation #don bluth #an american tail

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let-the-living-beware · 2 years

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Babysitting

With a big sigh Shin finally sat down. It's been hours of just crying and more crying but finally the little devil was asleep. He, without so a second thought had agreed to babysit while Laiko was away but he regretted everything now. He tried making it Laikos fault so much that he totally ignored the real problem: he didn't listen. The red haired female explained everything to him to the last detail but he didn't listen. At least Nori now was deep asleep in her bed and he finally could breath.

Shin put his head back onto the couch when a little buzz let him shriek up. His phone. It laid on top of a shelf across the room and it not only began to buzz but also lit up. His eye widened when the ringtone finally set in and in second he jumped up, but tripped over a toy he tried to entertain the baby with and could only catch it during the fall. The phone now wasn't his only problem as he flew towards one of the three big windows and with a loud sound he shattered it.

"Fuck." he cursed and looked at the still ringing phone. "What do you want?", "Shin you seem angry. I just wanted to check on you, did something happen?" the familiar voice of Laiko came through the phone. He wanted to yell at her, tell her how he would kill her but Shin feared that his shouting would wake up the baby. The baby that seemed deep asleep despite him literally crashing through a window. "No. Everything is fine. I wanted to call you too and ask when you are gonna be here. Nii-san asked me to get something for him.", "Oh that's bad. I still need an hour or so, they really take their time with the interview." she laughed and he could picture her twirling her hair in one hand and looking apologetic at him. She did that when they were children and even after meeting each other again, she did it.

"Fine. One hour not more or you are gonna regret ever asking me to babysit that devil." And with that he ended the call and stood up. He thought about what he would tell Laiko happened, afterall she had a window less in her living room. With now another, slightly more annoyed sigh he went inside. Shin however didn't account for the noise of stepping on the glass shards to wake up the little being. Who would? She just slept through all of what happened. But nonetheless the beginning of a cry put him back into the misery he had escaped just minutes prior.

"Come on, you wanna wake up now? Just let me rest for one goddamn minute." he complained and walked towards the crib. In it still laid Nori, now crying. Her cyan eyes looking glassy as tears streamed down her face. Shin lifted her up into his arms and slowly walked towards the kitchen, away from the cold air stream that came in from the window, when he saw a bottle standing on the kitchen counter. Did it stand there before? He didn't notice it before but then, he also didn't notice the small box with toys in the living room.

Shin wanted to slap himself when he saw the little letter that laid beside the bottle. "This is sort of mint tea. Nori unfortunately is a bit ill. Just give her that if she shouldn't sleep or cry over a period of time, it will sooth the pain. Love Laiko~" he read it out aloud. So everything would have been OK if he just gave her the bottle? He first put Nori in her chair before ripping the letter into shreds.

And it really helped. After he gave her the bottle she did calm down and even laughed. He hadn't heard her laugh one time today and even though he didn't wanna admit it, it was the cutest thing he had seen in some time. Her eyes lighting up and she finally engaging in playing with him, or better his hair, truly was something. Shin eventually switched to playing in her room. Like everything in the house it was held in a violet theme but overall way more colorful because of the toys laying everywhere. After putting the dark blue haired child down onto a rug that resembled a light violet elephant he walked towards ont of the shelves. It was full with all sorts of plushies but one in particular got his attention.

It was a clothlike plushie with a head and tail that was obviously self made. What really was interesting how mich it resembles him. Everything from the fawn colored fabric to the one gold looking single button on the right side of its head. It all matched so perfectly, to perfectly. He decided to ask Laiko later and just grabed it before returning to the baby. She still sat there but now had her own hand put into her mouth. Shin sat down before Nori and moved it around infront of her. "Look, is that your plushie? He wants to tickle you." he said while playing surprised. He then moved the cloth wolf towards the kids tummy to slightly tickle her. Nori immediately began to laugh and tried getting it away while doing so.

This went on for a few minutes and Shin forgot the time. He enjoyed the moment. After some time he stood up to get another toy, a fox this time. Shin was about ti sit back down when Nori began brabbling. It wasn't the brabbling she usually did, it was as if she wanted to speak and before Shin could comprehend Nori spoke. "Dada" she laughed and reached her hands out. Shin was shocked for a moment before a small smile came over him. He wanted to say something but was interrupted.

"Awww I am so gonna send that to the others. That must be the cuteste thing ever." Shin turned around. How didnt he notice Laiko comming in? b´But that was beside the point because she obviously filmed what just happened if not more. He stood up and walked towards the redhead. "You're not gonna send this to anyone." Laiko knew what he was about to do and ran down the stairs with Shin behind her.

#fluff #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers #shin tsukinami #laiko #i hopt this isnt OOX #*OOC #i had to babysit my baby cousin this weekend #and if i had to suffer so has shin

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thewheezingwyvern · 3 years

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Heres a challenge. Pixie/fairy Dabi, or even angel dabi! Something uncharacteristic for his personality xD

Oooh Nons lemme tell you I had a blast with this one. Tickled my brain just write that I was able to just bang this out in a few hours. Gotta give a shout out to @trafalgar-temptress for helping me brainstorm on this. Really helped me get my creative juices flowing juuuuuuuuust right.

ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪

Yandere!Angel!Dabi x F!Reader

Kinks/Warnings: Noncon (implied and groping), imprisonment, kidnapping, nudity

As you can see by the warnings this is dark adult content. Minors DNI.

The first time you had ever seen him, it was next to Shouto and the most striking thing about him was his eyes. Brilliant hued sapphires that were more vivid than the sky. Ethereal almost. But every time thereafter they seemed to glow a little brighter. A little darker. A little less holy in their shine. They were almost too much to look at, blinding as they were bathed in sacred light. Shouto especially. Even his feathers shone almost like mirrors catching and magnifying the moon’s rays until they were searing.

But Touya, his light was more muted. Still bright but easier for your eyes to handle. That should have been a sign to you, for the easier an angel is to look at, the farther from grace he has become. And Shouto’s older brother became easier and easier to watch with every passing meeting. By the time you learned the truth about him it was already far too late.

The first time he saw you, it was hatred that pulsed through him. Always the favored one, you were just one more pretty thing that his brother got to have. Another way that Shouto was “better” than him. Thoughts of murder curled in the front of his mind, watching your broken mortal body fracture beneath his rage until you were nothing but a splintered wreck for Shouto to see. Until he noticed that you looked at him far more than his perfect sibling. That was the single drop of poison that bloomed in the wine, steeping him in more greed, lust and envy than he had ever tasted before.

In a way, you were the final shove to Touya’s fall.

The crashing sound of tumultuous waves against a rocky face was the first thing to greet you when you woke. Brine and breeze drifted in and wrapped around your prone form huddled under a thin blanket. The air was filled with a moan, a mournful howl that seemed to be crying for you as you stirred. You were no longer at home in the safety of your own bed, that was apparent when you drew more into consciousness and found yourself curled on a pile of thick pillows. But the detail that struck to your heart that you weren’t home was what you saw first.

Golden bars inlaid with pearl.

They wove intricately into a gorgeous dome, twisting into a cage to keep you confined as the ocean crashed in the background. Beyond the confines of your prison you could see the open mouth of a cave that you had been tucked away into, one that opened out to face the wide open sea. Even from your spot tucked back in the corner you could tell that it was far too high for you to risk jumping even if you did manage to escape your cage. Your prison should have been a dank, dark and wet place but there were braziers placed in various nooks, burning with holy fire to help sheath the cave in a warmth that kept it cozy.

Lanterns were strung into the roof, also flickering with sacred fire to help ward off the damp. There was even some chairs, a plush rug and an exquisite tapestry strung up on the far rocky wall. Had you not been locked up, silver shackles also twisted around your ankles to further trap you, you might have enjoyed this space as a little hide away from the world. There wasn’t much to do since you were alone and the cage was far too strong for you to force open on your own. So all you could do was wait.

When the sun was sinking beyond the line of the horizon, Touya finally appeared. A dark glee curled in his chest when he saw the sheer look of relief that washed over your face when you caught sight of him. Already he could taste the hope bursting from you, a sweet little treat for him to savor before he got to rip it from your grasping hands. You collapsed against the cage, fingers wrapping against the bars as you peered out at him with teary eyes.

“Touya, I’m so happy it’s you! I don’t know how I got here but I’m glad you found me! You have to get me out of here.”

“Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll let you out.”

Hope was also the thing that blinded you from the wicked glow in his eyes, the slow lap of his tongue across his lips at the thought of you realizing far too late that you were trapped by him when he held you against him. Relief was the next thing that blinded you when he unlocked the cage, completely glossing over the detail that he had the key in his pocket. Touya folded you up into his arms when you collapsed against his chest, sobs wracking your body, feathered wings arching to cover you.

“Shouto must be worried sick!” you muttered into his chest, “How long have I been gone?”

“Two days. He’s losing his mind right now.”

Your face was buried into his chest so you couldn’t see the razor grin that had split across his gorgeous face. For good measure, he cupped a hand to the back of your head, murmuring soft comforting words to you as you quaked in his arms. It was important he savored this. It was going to be the last time for a long while before you would willingly touch him again.

“Please take me home…”

Touya chuckled darkly, “Awww you don’t like it here?”

He watched you lift your tear stained face up, staring up at him with bewildered eyes. A thumb swiped gently at the stroke of your cheekbones before hooking down to trail along your jaw. Confusion mottled your expression before the first prick of fear flickered in your eyes. The way your mouth hung open made him want to kiss you breathless, crush you to him until you were pounding at his chest to let you go and even then go further.

“No! Why would I want to stay here in a cage?!”

“But you look so pretty in there, Dollface.”

The dark angel captured your wrists in his hands as you started to back away from him, hauling you closer. Fear burst even brighter in your eyes, your whole form quaking in his grasp. The sight made his cock twitch, breath panting ragged from his lips as you squirmed.

“T-Touya? This isn’t funny! Take me home.”

“Sorry babes. This is your home now.” the way all the hope withered in your eyes when you realized he was your captor had his blood running hot, “Poor little Shouto is just going to have to do without.”

Touya dipped his dark head down before he started leaving scorching hot kisses to your exposed neck. You trembled and thrashed but you just did not have the strength to break free of him. Just how he liked it. Roughly he whipped you around and pulled you back to chest against him, hooking his left arm around your arms to imprison them behind your back. A whimper escaped you as his free hand closed over your neck in a warning grip before sliding slowly down towards your collarbones.

“St-stop it! Touya, please!”

“God’s not here, sweetheart. So you don’t have to pretend to be so pure and innocent now. I saw the way you kept your eyes on me more than Shouto. He was too bright. Too pure for you to handle. Fact is, you craved a bit of darkness didn’t you?” he whispered wickedly into your ear, a hand groping at your right breast through the silky shift you were clad in, “My brother doesn’t deserve you and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you. You’re mine now.”

A finger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silken fabric, pulling a choked cry from your throat. A rock hard cock rutted against the curve of your backside, summoning up his own groan of pleasure. At first he had wanted to steal you away from perfect little Shouto, the shining son, out of spite. To take away one of the things he wanted the most and wreck you. But the more time went on, the more Touya wanted you for himself. Why break such a delicious creature when he could just take you and keep you? It would stroke the wicked green eyed devil that had started to grow within his chest and also lash out the prodigal son.

“Touya please don’t do this!” you begged, a loud moan escaping you when his hand shot down to rub against your clit, “Ah-! Please! I-I won’t tell anyone if you let me go-”

The sounds of your begging unleashed a clash of emotions in him. On the one hand, hearing your voice break and plead him made his dick twitch against the curve of your ass. It was a delicious little sound and he wanted to hear more from you. But it also sparked a deep rage in him. Touya went through all of this trouble, stealing some of Heaven’s prized metal work to fashion a cage for you here. Spent months scoping out the perfect place to keep you so you couldn’t escape and no one could find you. He had even taken the extra steps to try and make it comfortable.

“Ingrateful whore.” he snarled, tearing open your shift to bare your form to the seaside air. Any trace of gentleness he had shown before evaporated when he shoved you face first against the side of the gilded cage, “Take a good long look at this cage. Because this and me is the closest you’ll ever get to those pearly fucking gates again.”

You wondered where it had all gone wrong. Wondered how he could do something so awful to you and his brother. He was an angel, one of the holy ones, it wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. Shouto made it easy for you to forget that they could fall just like anyone else. That they could be fallible and prone to corruption.

Afterall, every demon is an angel that’s fallen from grace.

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rsgguk · 4 years

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true love, almost always — jjk

↳ aka — 'cause baby you're perfect for me

summary: y/n didn't know much about her soulmate. She knows that he's artistic from the little doodles that appears on her arm. She knows he's athletic from the scrapes that appears on her knees. She also knows that he has pain in the ass friends from the random dick drawings that appears on her forehead

genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff

word count: 5.8 k

pairings:

Jungkook + reader | soulmates

warnings: so let me tell you, this is probably gonna be a bit inconsistent, I had written most of this during the middle of the night when I had a severe case of the feels. Now this isn't my usual style of writing, most things are in passive form because I'm trying to focus more on how they feel. I’m not sure if I’ll ever go back to this writing style but I had fun generally not worrying on the dialogue.

Y/n didn't know much about her soulmate. In a system where everything marked on your soulmates skin crosses on yours, she knows from the seemingly many doodles that appears on the plan of her hand that he is an artistic person. She knows from the way her knees would appear scraped at times meant that he was either athletic or desperately clumsy. She knows that by the scar that daunted on her cheek that he got in a ’fight’ with his brother. She also knows from the random dick drawings that appear on her forehead that he has the most chaotic of friends.

Jungkook would like to say he knew a lot about his soulmate. He knows by the way tiny little hearts would appear near his doodles that she wasn't the most artsy person in the world, but she could draw a damn to near perfect heart. He knows by the way that small little freckles would gloss over his skin that she was an outgoing person. He knows by the way that shallow cuts would appear on his arms and fingers that she had an asshole cat. He also knows that by the way tiny reminders would appear on his palm that she had a knack for forgetting things (he also knows that her handwriting might be the cutest thing he'd ever seen, but he may be a little biased).

They're sober to the fact that the other exist by the time they're 11. Jungkook was bored in class and started drawing little clouds, trees, the sun with shades on, the whole package on his arm. And then on the expanse of his palm would appear in large curvy letters, 'can you draw a cat?'.

He thinks back to the day and guesses that he didn't really understand the extremity of the situation back then. Everyone had a soulmate, but it was the first time he'd actually 'talked' to his.

He didn't gasp or scream or shed a tear, only complying with her request and drawing a cute little cat next the tree trunk. He'd think he was hallucinating about the request until he watched as a ribbon was drawn and coloured in the middle of the cat's head.

The next week, he would have a fight with his brother that had ended in him getting a cut on his cheek. He doesn’t worry about it, only locking himself in his room and sulking in his sheets. It’s when a few words appeared on his palm that he finally sat up with a smile on his lips. She would write down if he was okay because a cut had appeared on her cheek.

‘I’m sorry’ he’d write.

‘it’s okay my daddy said I look cool’ she would reply, and his cheeks would flush because his mom had always said that a woman’s face was her pride. Jungkook had never understood it back then, because if he could be covered in dirt after a fun game of soccer, and still be called adorable, why should it matter what a girl’s face looked like?

She’d ask what happened and Jungkook would bite down an embarrassed whine. ’My brother said I played with the computer too much so I threw a pen at him’.

‘did you win?’ She’d ask a second later.

’No it hit the floor and bounced to my face’.

‘and then he laughed at me’

‘your brother sounds stupid’

‘he is stupid’

They didn't talk more than that, they were still young and the whole soulmates thing hadn't made sense yet. Jungkook still drew his doodles on his arm and she'd add little details (mostly hearts) around them, a tiny reminder that she was there.

It was barely considered a means of communication but it had morphed into a sense of comfort for Jungkook. He draws the little doodles, sometimes it was of a cat (He would never admit it but he'd learn how to draw a cat because he knew she liked cats). And each time without fail, she'd draw a tiny ribbon on its head.

And then Jungkook entered high-school and he met his friends. His stupid, chaotic, love them to death friends and his soul mate was still there, drawing little heart across his skin. The boys say its cheesy (as cheesy as it is to the fact that she's literally his soul mate) but he really hadn't given a shit.

He'd considered himself a romantic throughout the years, although he's gotten not a single bit of experience, he cries at the ending of titanic every single time and his ideal way of proposal is during the sunset walking across the shoreline of the beach, nightlights littered in the scenery and him on one knee, asking to marry his one and only soulmate.

He tries his best to keep up a mature kind of facade for his soul mate. Afterall, that was what they were into right? Older and more mature men. Sure, they'd like bad boys too, but honestly Jungkook bruises like a peach. His act of maturity consists of drawing thing with 'deeper meaning'. And yes, maybe a cat surfing on the beach tides has a deeper meaning, you never know.

His act is ruined when one day, he falls asleep during lunch after a long night of overwatch (in which he dominated by the way) and wakes up to Taehyung snickering beside him, looking at him with the largest shit eating grin he’d ever seen. Jungkook would shake his head and roll his eyes, dismissing whatever it was that he did.

Later during class, everyone kept giving him weird looks, and his teacher even laughed at the sight of him. It wasn’t until multiple frowney faces appeared on his arm that he really realized that something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat when he answered back with question marks written along her doodles.

‘there’s a dick drawing on my forehead :(’ she’d rely with the same curvy letters he’d gotten used to. And then there was a sound that had left his mouth. A mix between an angry scream and a surprised gasp with a little bit of an embarrassed groan. He’d then realize he was still in the middle of class and that every one of his classmates were staring at him.

His teacher would give him some sort of look between annoyed and amused, and finally asks ’so you finally realized huh?’. Jungkook would splutter on his words and immediately turn towards Jimin and Taehyung. It was barely a second before Jimin had shook his head and pointed at Taehyung. He would finally lift his hand off his mouth and bursts out laughing for a minute or two before outright choking, tears in his eyes.

That day, Jungkook along with Taehyung and (for some reason) Jimin would be sent to the discipline teacher. Jungkook wouldn’t give a shit about being sent to devil’s incarnate, only silently punching Taehyung’s shoulder and cussing it out at him for making him look like a fool to his soulmate.

When he’s home (after a lecture from his mom, a pat on the back from his dad and a high five from his brother), he locks himself in his bedroom and takes a pen from his bag, writing apologies all over his arm. She’d reply a minute later, saying it was okay.

His fingers would then drum along his arm, his leg jumping up and down, trying to figure out what else to say to her. He’d get up the courage and ask her what was her name. She’d respond with y/n and he’d have a smile riding up his lips, saying her name again and again, realizing that he loved how it felt to say her name.

Then the two of them would keep talking to each other, Jungkook constantly rolling up his sleeve to make some room for more words. They would spend the whole night getting to know each other and filling up a whole decade of silence. When they had run out of room to write, she would go on and ask for his number so they could text instead, and Jungkook would get up to his feet, jumping up and down on his heels. He wouldn’t waste a second to write down his number on the little space he had left.

The next day, he had woken up with an especially good mood. An extra jump on each of his step, a large grin on his face as if he hadn’t gotten into trouble for having a dick drawn on his forehead just the day before. Taehyung would expect a more than pissed of Jungkook, maybe a little bit of pettiness in the mix, but Jungkook shows nothing but adoration for him, even going as far as to buy him the apple juice he knows he loves from the convenience store nearby.

Texting her falls so easily in his routine. One second, he’s hesitant to text her, afraid to show her just how much of a dumbass he could be, another second, he’s called her the fifth time in a day because he swears a baby just gave him a nasty look. They connect quickly. She finds out the reason she suddenly gets eye bags after a full night’s sleep with because her idiot soulmate had spent the whole night screaming at wario for cheating at Mario kart.

Taehyung says it’s sickening to see just how lovey dovey Jungkook was (Jimin says it’s nice to see him so in love, but they both knew he secretly hated it too). The way his eyes light up at the sight of her name appearing on his screen.

He gets in trouble more nowadays though, teachers having caught him talking to his soulmate on his arm, and the most embarrassing time they read out his not-so-failed attempts of flirting off his arm to the whole class. Let’s just say he’d gotten teased for the life of him when it reached his brother’s ears (though he supposes his brother isn’t any better when he would literally be a make shift carpet if his soulmate asked for it). The Jeon boys treat their women like proper queens and won’t settle for anything less.

The first time they video call, Jungkook has fixed his hair for the hundredths time, a comfortable (and new that he bought just for this occasion) sweatshirt hung loosely on his shoulders. She’d asked if it was okay if they could do a video call the day before and Jungkook being as whipped as he was, of course agreed with her, only regretting not to be the one who asked first.

He’s so tense that when his phone starts ringing, he nearly chucks it off to the wall. He forces himself to calm down before setting it up on the table and pressing the green button after taking a deep breath. He looks at the screen and watches as her face appears. His heart almost bursts, because he’s thought of this moment a million times. He’d expect her to be something like a glowing figure, that she’d resemble a star and that her voice would sound like a serenading angel.

She’s nothing like he’d expect. She’s not glowing like an angel. Her camera has bad lighting and he could see a few strands of her hair sticking out. When she says hello, it isn’t like an angel, her voice isn’t smooth, a little raspy. But she still manages to surpass all his expectations, and he realizes she’s so much better than he’d ever imagined. His heart beats faster and faster because she’s only said one word, and Jungkook is already falling for her. She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for him.

It’s going well, very well. There’s a way that she makes him feel, a way that just brightens up his day, and when they have their video calls and she laughs at one of those lame jokes that he’d gotten from one of his friends, her voice just soothes him, lets him relax into his seat and just watch as her eyes crinkle in joy.

It starts to become a routine, the video calls are weekly but the texting is daily. Whenever he’s nervous about an upcoming exam, he calls her and just listens to her talk about her day, lets her voice fill his ear and calm his nerves. And then she would get off track and asks why is it that he had called her and he’d brush it off, he called to hear her voice, but he won’t say that because it’s too cheesy and he has a reputation to keep.

It’s during one of his classes that he feels it, a gut wrenching feeling deep in his stomach that has him groaning. It’s a different type of pain, nothing like nausea or a muscle cramp, because he’d always considered himself as a person with a great pain tolerance, but at that moment, he had just felt like curling in a ball and crying. Jimin and Taehyung would take him to the clinic immediately, and he’d just have tears rolling down his cheeks, and he’s sniffling and making these weird choking sounds when he tries to smother down his sobs.

He stays there for a while, the curtains draped closed with Jimin and Taehyung just rubbing his back soothingly. He tries to calm down, but every so and then, a sob bubbles up to his chest and a new wave of tear roll down his cheeks. It stays like that for an hour and the pain in his stomach travels up to his chest. His right arm starts to ache and dizziness starts to seep in his head. He falls asleep in the clinic bed, his whimpers slowing down and his eyes drooping heavily.

When he’s back at home, he doesn’t try to talk to his parents. They’d come visit now and then, giving a few hugs and pats on the back. His brother would come by when Jungkook had calmed down a bit, ruffling his hair and saying ‘it’s going to be okay’. But that’s the thing, there isn’t an ‘it’ to be okay. For all he knew, ‘it’ was all okay, everything was going okay in class, but then there was this rush of emotion that came over him and he’d just double over in pain. There was this burning sensation in his gut, something that hadn’t been building but more of an eruption. And then it would slowly cascade to his chest, and then he’d start crying and crying, choking on his sobs.

He’s in his sheets, listening to the sounds of pans clanging from the downstairs kitchen. His mom was cooking dinner, but he doubted that he’d go down to have some himself. The sound of the washing machine clashing against itself. That old thing was always just waiting to give out. The sound of the TV running from the living room. There was always some sort of game his dad would be watching, cheering on for teams he’d never even heard of. These are all sounds he’d never realized he’d taken comfort into. Such meaningless things that were just always there, a consistency that had always reassured him in some way.

He’d just lays there, listening to his own heartbeat. For the first time in hours, he feels relaxed and his breath relax into a steady pace. His eyes almost drift to sleep, because It's been a long day and Jungkook feels exhausted, but then there’s this loud blaring noise that breaks the silence. He knows what it is, someone had gone up and called him again. It would be the sixth call he’d get from his friends.

Only it turns out that it wasn’t his friends, it wasn’t Jimin, nor Taehyung or even Yoongi. It was her, and it terrified him because he’d always smile at the sight of her name, but there was this raw and intense feeling that had him wanting to decline the call. It terrified him because she’s his soulmate and supposedly the ’love of his life’ but he had wanted nothing more than to hang up the call. And it just stays like that, him wallowing in the fact as his phone had stopped ringing, and then a few seconds pass and her name appears again. His arm would suddenly feel heavy at the weight of the phone in his hand. Slowly, he would finally tap on the green button.

Her voice hits him like a wave. Jungkook doesn’t even have the chance to say anything when her voice starts filling his ears. Her voice is raspy and broken, there’s sniffling and whimpering as she rushes through her words. ’I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ she whispers in uneven breathes, and he would have stopped her, to comfort her and ask her why she was crying and that ’it’ was going to be okay. But then there is this sudden realization that hits him that ’it’ wasn’t going to be okay, and he probably wasn’t going to be okay. So, he just sits there as new tears roll down his cheeks.

When she finally speaks, everything just dawns on him. He felt like he was dying because his soulmate had kissed someone, he felt like dying because his soulmate had kissed someone that wasn’t him, he felt like dying because his soulmate’s first kiss wasn’t him, and will never be him. And then all of her other words just go straight through his other ear. He doesn’t hear it when she says that she didn’t want it, or when she says that she didn’t know it was going to happen until it happened, or when she says that she also felt the pain, the suffocating and unrelenting pain, that she also felt like she was dying.

He hears it when she says she loves him.

Jungkook has always one for cheesy romances and tear-jerking speeches. He imagines their first exchanges of ‘I love you’ to be at night, with a sea of stars sunken in the night sky because that was where they would have their first kiss. She would have his jacket that was a little too big for her on her shoulders because the night was breezy and his mom raised him to be a gentle man. Her hands would be in his because she always has cold hands and he always has warm hands.

He would talk about the ‘old times’ like when he had drawn those little cats for her or when he’d waken up to many frowney faces along his arm because his friends yet again drew dicks on his forehead (he should really get some proper sleep). And then he’d try to coax a few tears out of her and end it off with ’I love you’, and because this was Jungkook’s imagination of how things would go, she would also say I love you, and they’d kiss in the night sky.

Jungkook then realizes that nothing he’d imagined will ever go as planned, that they will never have a first kiss, because she’d already had hers with some random asshole, and that they’d never have their first ‘I love you’, because she had already said it through the phone while they were both out of breath and sobbing every drop of tear from their bodies.

He doesn’t realize it, but when he’d finally gotten out of his phase, the call had already ended and his cheeks had become tear stained and his sobs had calmed down to weak whimpers. He realizes that he’d just hung up on her after she’d said she loved him, and he just panics, because she’s going to think he doesn't love her and he should immediately call her and tell her that he loves her, because he does, he loves her like he’d never loved anyone before.

He’d started talking to her in his sophomore years and he was now a senior, and she'd been there in every step of the way. But he just doesn't, he doesn’t tell her he loves her, he doesn’t call her, because he doesn’t trust himself if he does. And she doesn’t call back either.

There are a few times when Jungkook forgets that y/n is his soulmate. He doesn’t know what he’d expect when he doesn’t talk to her in a week. It starts off small. He catches himself dozing off, looking into the distance and zoning out. His friends would ask him if he was okay and he’d reply with ’I’m fine’, even though he knew he wasn't, and that he knew they wouldn’t believe him anyway, because who the hell would be fine yet walk into the classroom with puffy and bloodshot eyes.

And then when class goes on like normal, he’s moving his leg up and down, fingers drumming along the desk, because he swears class had never been this long before. He realizes later that class had always gone on so fast because y/n was always there for him to talk to. He looks back at it as if it had happened years ago, as if he hadn’t talked to her in decades.

The truth is that they haven’t talked in no less than three days, yet he’s been missing her as if he’d gone days without a limb. A piece of him feels missing, torn apart from him and left out to dry. It’s a weird feeling, a suffocating feeling that has him yearning for her, that has him filling his mind with nothing but her. He supposes that was the thing with soulmates, when they were together, it had felt like he was he was over the moon, as if nothing could ever go wrong in his life, but when they were apart, it felt like he was missing a part of himself.

She would nag at him whenever he was bombarding her with doodles on his arm, waiting for her attention so she could drag him from his boredom of class. She’d say ‘you have class’ and he’d say ’I also have a soulmate, and I’d rather pay attention to her’. His friends would tease for it, for flirting and dancing around with her as if it was a game of push and pull, as if she wasn’t his soulmate.

That’s the thing that terrifies him, because as far as he had ever known, having a soulmate was the best feeling in the world. It’s all rainbows and roses, because it had meant that there will always be that one person that just gets you, that just loves you unconditionally for all your flaws and perfections, all your quirks and mishaps. That one person that will always be there for every step of the way. He yearns that, the comfort of knowing there was someone the universe had picked just for him, the missing piece to his puzzle.

And then he meets her, and he realizes just how perfect she is for him.

And then the whole fiasco happens and he realizes just how much it would hurt if he didn’t get his happy ending, because he knows it wasn’t uncommon for soulmates not to work out, usually from the intensity of their emotions for each other.

Having a soulmate had also meant other things. It meant that when you were together, you’d feel the happiest you’d ever be, but if you weren’t, you’d dread every second of your life. You’d feel pain, you’d feel nauseous, you’d feel your body start to crumble. Having a soulmate was almost like a drug, something so addicting that your body starts to dysfunction when you go a day without.

Jungkook still feels it sometimes, when he’s managed to get her out of his mind. There was this sudden jolt of pain that shoot up his chest, causing him to lose focus. And then all he can think about is her, her, her. He wonders if she feels it too, if she misses him too, if she thinks of him too. He realizes how stupid he is, because his phone is right there in front him, and he could end all of this with just one button.

Truth is he’d stopped mulling over the whole kiss thing a while ago, and that he should’ve called her a long time ago, but he was scared, scared of his own emotions, scared of how much he loved her, scared that this whole thing is going to destroy to him.

He wants to talk about this with someone, to anyone, but then it dawns on him that the only person he really wants to talk to about this was his soulmate, and that she was the only person he should be talking to about this. So, he picks up his phone and presses on the name he’d been missing for what felt like decades now.

She answers after no less than a few seconds. She speaks after a second’s hesitation, and her voice is filled with the sort of hope, as if she has done something wrong. Jungkook cuts her off when she starts on her little ramble (a habit he’d learn she had over the years) and apologizes, two words that hits her as hard as a brick. ‘I’m sorry’ he’d say again, and again and again. He says it until he can hear her start crying on the other end of the call. He knows she’s crying in a way that she’s trying to hide it from him, but he’d still hear her weak sniffles and whimpers.

It breaks his heart because he knows he never should’ve hung up on her that day, that he should’ve said that it was never her fault that ‘it’ happened, that he never thought of ‘it’ as her fault, that he was sorry ‘it’ had to happened in the first place

There’s a lot of things he realizes that he should have told her, so he doesn’t give her the time to say anything before he gets everything off his chest. He tells her everything. He tells her that he had never been upset with her, that he was upset with what happened to her. He tells her that he’s scared, no— terrified of how strong his feeling are for her, that the pain he felt that day was never what he’d ever experienced before. He tells her how much he had missed her during his period of stupidity when he decided not to talk to her, that he’d thought of her every second of the day.

And she just swallows in everything he tells her, listening to every word he says without a single interruption. And then they talk, talk, and talk until they shed more tears, because they’d never realized it, but they had always needed this. It’s a bit like clearing the air, speaking up about every and any hesitations they’d have.

They talk until their voices go dry and their eyes droop heavily. It isn’t until then that Jungkook realizes he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days. Sleeping had always come easy to him, but during the past few days, he would lay down in his bed and just had this queasy and tense feeling.

When they’re nearing the end of the conversation, he knows there’s this one thing he hadn’t said yet, and he knows she’d been waiting for it too, those three simple words that had meant everything to them. He wants to say it, but there’s this one nerve in his stomach that causes his throat to close up when he tries to.

She finally ends the call after hours and hours of talking about their feeling and what they’d miss. Jungkook would again take out his pen, and write the words he’d meant to say in the palm of his hand. I love you.

Jimin shares a look with Taehyung when Jungkook comes to class the next day (he’s always late and it’s definitely not because of his poor excuse of a sleeping schedule), and the next thing he knows, they’re just screaming and hollering before running towards him. Jungkook swears he’s never felt more scared than he was at that moment, with the sight of his two best friends sprinting as if they were about to run them over like the untimely death of Mufasa.

And then they just hug him, stuff him with pats on the back and intense noogies. Jungkook just stands there, accepting it with the most confused expression ever. They go on about how glad they are that he got over whatever it was that had set him in such a sour and glum mood the past week and it puzzles him because he doesn’t remember being that much of a debbie downer.

They prove him otherwise by listing all the reasons he was such a pain to hang out with, because he’d somehow turned into a dictionary of depressing jokes and emo quotes. They end up finishing each other’s sentences, locking eyes when they say the same words and giving each other a bunch of high fives (Jungkook sometimes feels sorry for whoever their soulmates are, because the two of them are so in sync that they were already each other’s soulmate).

They’re interrupted when the teacher finally enters the class and tells everyone (specifically the two of them) to take a seat. They turn to Jungkook one final time and give him a pat in the back because they’re genuinely happy that the kid had no longer seemed so miserable.

Jungkook hadn’t thought hearing ‘I love you’ would change much for him. He’d heard it a dozen times from his parents (never from his brother, but let’s be honest, that’s to be expected) an amount more than you’d expect from Jimin and Taehyung (although Taehyung would say it more to annoy him and it works every single time), three times from Namjoon (which makes him grin more than it should) and once from Yoongi (now that one he wears like a golden medal).

Hearing it from his soulmate hits him in a totally different way. The conversation they had led them to get more comfortable in their relationships, this time acknowledging each other in a more romantic way. The way she says ‘I love you’ during insignificant moments like during a goodnight text or his after his daily ramble on how his friends are a pain in the ass sends him in a sort of high. It makes him giggle and flush and swoon all in the same time. It makes him feel things in a way he never knew he could.

Jungkook would learn that he shouldn’t plan things out as much as he used to, lets himself enjoy the moment for a while. Takes one step at a time, and this time he’s not as terrified to his wits anymore. It turns out when he's not worrying about all of his 'plans', time happens to move so fast.

When he finally sees her, she's got her back turned towards him, she hasn't noticed yet.

Jungkook takes a moment to take it all in. Sparks don’t fly, his hands don’t sweat and his breathing doesn’t pace. There is no nausea or nervousness that bubbles up in his stomach. When he sees her, his heart starts beating faster, but it beats in a way that you see something familiar after a long time, there is this sort of comfortable feeling. There’s a moment of complete peacefulness and serenity when he sees her. He’d never felt more at home.

When she sees him, her knees almost buckle, because he’s there. The boy, the dumbass, her soulmate that she’d been talking to for years now is finally there, and he’s waiting for her, looking for her. Her eyes almost well up in tears and she hates it because she swore to herself, she’d done cried enough times in their relationship, she doesn’t need to add another one to it.

She cries anyways, and she guesses she doesn’t hate it that much after all. Jungkook had managed to overturn all her expectations of their relationship that she’s not surprised that he pulls this either. She’s always known that her forgetfulness would bite her in the ass one day and she guesses she can’t be mad when this happens.

‘4:30 java time café pick up’ and right below on her palm is his handwriting, the handwriting she’s grown to adore and look forward to all these years, is written ’I found you’.

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #bts fanfiction #bts fic #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #soulmate #soulmate au

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dodowahla · 3 years

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Okay guys, listen up.

A fan fic where Alina is a princess from a different land and is being married off to the Ravkan prince as a pact seal.

She meets the Darkling, he takes her hand and they both feel 'it'. Their eyes lock and they know they are soul mates. They then play cat and mouse, each taking different turns to play mouse.

Eventually, they partake in the devil's tango before she is married i.e. smut. Maybe it's a stormy night and Alina is in a thin white nighty outside in the rain and she feels the Darkling watching her from the shadows? She's not sure if it's the rain seeping through her sleepwear or his stare that has her n¡pples hardening.

They do the do over and over and over again. The Darkling does not want to share her but... Peace and the protection of Grisha are more important than a sloppy knob?

So he lets her go. Then there is pain and angst for a bit. But the good sis gets married. And instead of being miserable, picks up her bad b face and decides to be a Queen. Yeah I said it, no pining after the Darkling just moving on like a regal son of a gun. BONUS POINTS: If the Darkling sees her turn into this person and gets hard. Because you know deep down he wants to be dismissed and treated like doodoo.

Alina tries to love the prince, even lays with him twice on their honeymoon (once to fulfill obligation and second to see if she could delude herself into liking it) but who is she kidding, that 9.76 i#ches of smooth steel is etched into her walls.

Okay, so everything before this bit is typical fluff. Now we get to the gut wrenching goodies.

Alina is pregnant and convinced it belongs to the prince. The Darkling thinks so too and everytime he sees her swollen with the child of another, he feels rage. He is vicious with contempt as there is now living proof that someone else has been inside her, experienced her body and tasted her soul.

So imagine his relief when there is some happenstance on the boarder and now he must go to the front lines.

Alina is 3 months pregnant when he leaves, she watches him go from the window and holds back a single tear. He turns back mid ride and looks directly at her only to continue.

Now, it gets juicy!

6 months later, bagra is between Alina's legs slapping her thighs apart and reminding her she is not the only woman to have given birth "stop the theatrics girl". As she continues to strain and push, her mind wanders. She's no longer in her room pushing, she's standing somewhere. It looks like a tent, but why would she be in a tent? She looks across and see's the reason, it's HIM. Hunched over and exhausted, he's the reason she's here. She lets out an exasperated sigh and he turns around, just as a sharp shooting pain brings her back into the room with bagra holding her daughter close.

Bagra looks at the child, no she stares very deeply at her, looking so deep she could burn her iries into the child. Then her gaze shoots up to Alina in silent accusation.

Alina is confused and out of it, just desperate to hold her baby. She reaches out to cuddle the little loaf and instead finds herself looking at a replica of the Darkling.

The prince is disappointed it's not a boy, afterall he wanted an heir but he'd never miss an opportunity to celebrate, so he throws a party inviting all the generals from the front.

Alina is nervous and panting, praying that nobody else can see the clear resemblance between her daughter and the dark general. Bagrah sits in the corner silently, since the birth she'd refused to leave the baby's side.

This has gone from a prompt to a story but I refuse to write seriously so we are going to hop, skip and jump past all the little details to get to the drama.

Alina walks down the stairs into the ballroom carrying de bebê and everyone bows, the baby is put at the front of court for all to see. The party kicks into a full swing and no comments have met Alina's ears, the Darkling also looks like a no show so she sips her grape juice in peace. Then the doors open, a dark figure emerges, a face of scruff and a confident gait move towards the royal court. He stops short and bows yadyyyyadyyyydaddy he then glances up at Alina and she turns red. The prince then tipsily asks the Darkling to "take a peak at the girl child, she was not the first option but many more will follow" this caused laughter across the room. The Darkling nods to the prince and looks at the bumbling child for the first time. He is immediately consumed, his heart beating faster in his chest, he looks upto Alina once again and she will not meet his eye. He continues to look at her, hoping his eyes are hot polkers that will burn into her skin. But she is resolute, staring into the distance instead. From the corner of his eye, he sees bagrah for the first time. And decides to remain composed, becuase to act on what he'd seen would be to scortch the court in deathly darkness.

This is his child.

#darklina #shadow and bone #ben barnes

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twstoric · 4 years

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Jamil Viper Birthday Special!

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: jamil viper x f!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: when you’re always crawling to be on the good graces of the al-asim family, there’s only one obstacle standing in your way—the loyal servant directly under the first prince himself

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): hate-sex?, non consensual touching (minor), slightly dub-con, cunnilingus, high sexual tension, semi-public sex, enemies to..?, servant!reader, slight au!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2.7k

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: grrr going feral for birthday boy jamil is great <3 and i apologise for any mistakes/typing erros—i was too lazy to proofread whoops-

Having a smile plastered on your face is a custom in the life you live. Many people warm up much quicker to a seemingly kinder face than a gruff feature—you’re not sure of the detail but you get better responses from doing the former.

You have a kind smile, you’re told often followed with your usual response of I just enjoy what I do, is all. That kindness of yours has taken you to great heights.

You’re adored by the Al-Asim family; trusted with tending to the younger family members and adjusting their troubles. You’ve climbed up the ranks in a silent hierarchy of servants through years of patience and endurance—you’re not going to allow yourself to fall into a life of poverty just because of a minor slip up.

Then again, becoming a trusted maidservant of the Al-Asim family, one so close to the royal family themselves and not just for cleaning services, can be a difficult feat to acquire. Especially if you’re not from a line of family that’s been in service to them for generations. No, you were taken in from the slums and going back isn’t an option you’d want to make.

You want a much higher pedestal. Somewhere you know they wouldn’t be able to get rid of you so easily if you slipped up just a bit because acting perfect on a day to day basis can be so tiring. It’s taken off more years in your life than any disease you know of.

The plan is simple: appeal to the higher ranking family members and you’re fine. The only problem is that the job you desire is already occupied—by someone you might as well consider as the devil incarnate.

“I see you still have the tendency to daydream,” Jamil’s voice is soft when he speaks, the meaning behind his words contrasting to the smooth timbre of his vocals and you have to hold back a glare when turning to him.

The smile you offer comes naturally to you—trained to stretch on your lips at any given moment as you give the long-haired male a small bow. “Mister Viper. What a surprise.. are you not tending to the First Prince?” Your fingers are clasped together over your maids outfit, then thin material worn out from years of daily use but you take pride in maintaining the smooth white colour the dress comes in.

Jamil’s face remains neutral, staring at you as if looking for your inner demons before he turns around. “I shall take my leave,” he utters, never losing the cool edge to his voice and you keep the smile on your face until his footsteps are no longer heard.

When the silence once again envelops your surroundings, you can’t help the quiet huff you let out. Unbelievable, you think. Who does he think he is? He’s never liked you since the day you came and you’re not even sure why! Trying to befriend him is useless and acting polite towards him because he’s higher ranked than you gives you headaches. It’s almost too cruel how the irony of your desires is blocked by the single entity that makes your blood boil.

Coming yourself with another hiff, you straighten your back, fingers smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress before you take the tray of tea in your hands. Time to go back to work.

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In life, too many complaints won’t get you anywhere—you know at least this much but again, for the umpetenth time, you can’t help the growing feeling of annoyance brewing up inside you whenever you’re called up to do something in ungodly hours.

You’ve never had the best personality behind closed doors, afterall. So you’ll quietly complain whenever it's necessary (in your mind, of course. The risk of being overheard makes you paranoid).

The kitchen of the royal palace is spacious, stretching wide to accommodate the source of all the luxurious meals always prepared during occasions formal or not. It’s located in the further areas of the palace as any kitchen normally so as to make sure the smell of cooking food wouldn't stink up the area too much.

Because of its location, you find yourself walking quite the distance from your chambers and into an already dark kitchen. You can’t turn on the lights pass curfew so a small candle is your company as you prepare to boil water for the tea requested.

The day had been much more hectic than usual. You can’t remember all the details when you’re one of the servants running around the palace to get everything done. It’s preparation for another event. That much you’re sure of but what type you don’t think you really care for the details.

Fatigue and lack of sleep seems to be catching up to you. You find it difficult to keep your eyes open, resorting to pinching your arms to make sure the slight pain can keep you up and about. Too deep in your sense of tiredness, it takes a second for you to realise that the candle you’ve lit is already blown out—the fire from the stove your only source of lighting.

“Wh-? Ahh, shit, shit,” curses flow out of your mouth profusely, hurriedly reaching inside your dress pocket for a lighter. You’re not sure if it’s because of your fatigue, the chilly air, or even because of how dark it is but you’re fumbling with the match box, struggling to even open it in your panicked state.

Just before you could properly light the match, the candle burns again with a new fire; the small flame used to light it aflame disappears with a shake of the hand. You stare unblinkingly at your newly lit candle, and as if slow motion, you trail up the hand near the small fire to find the familiar face of the First Prince’s personal servant.

“Mister.. Viper,” you greet, unsettled by his sudden appearance. You don’t think you even heard him come in let alone get so close to you like this. Were you so out of it that you weren’t able to hear anything…?

“What’re you doing in the kitchen so late at night?” Jamil gets to the point, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head questioningly.

Your mouth opens and closes in response, mind blanking on how you should reply. “Um.. I was requested to make tea for..” Somehow, Jamil is moving closer to you, your vision going blurry before it only fills with the sight of him. “What- what’re you doing?”

Your breath hitches, the small of your back already pressing against the edge of the counter and Jamil places his hands behind you, trapping you between his arms. He leans closer.

“There’s an intruder trying to break into the castle,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ears and your face burns. Jamil does nothing after that. He doesn’t move away, doesn’t speak another word—his lips faintly brushes against your ears each time you breathe, your senses only filled with the warmth of Jamil’s body and how you can smell the strong scent of spices pressed so close to him like this.

“I don’t… Why are you telling me this?” All you can do is question back, lost on what he’s implying ang you tense when feeling his hand settling on your hip, pressing you harder against the counter.

There’s something so… primal and raw in the way Jamil is touching you. His fingers hold your firmly in a soft pressure that if you weren’t so hyper aware of where his hands are, you wouldn’t notice that he’s already touching you.

Jamil moves back enough to look at you, his other hand lifting from the counter to grasp your chin so you’re forced to look at him properly. “I believe that intruder is already inside,” he murmurs and you see something glinting in his eyes. Suddenly, his grip on you tightens, pulling your chin roughly towards him and his voice is firmer, “What’re you doing in the kitchen?”

You feel a sudden anger flaring in your chest. “Are you accusing me, Mister Viper?” You can’t help but spit out, glaring at him openly. “I already told you- I’m making tea.”

Jamil smirks in response, uncaring of your sudden attitude as he lets you go. The male turns off the stove, your protest ignored as he turns to you again, leaning against the table from across you. “On whose orders are you making it for?”

“That’s-” the bite in your throat suddenly disappears. You blink in irritation before an unsettling feeling brews in your stomach. From who.. that’s... Of course it would be from one of the younger children, wouldn’t it..? But for them to stay up this late then.. the First Prince? But that would be Jamil’s responsibility—not yours.

You bite your lip, brows furrowing for a different reason now; confusion. “It was from a note,” your voice is quiet when you say this, gaze darting to the floor to avoid the smug look on the other’s face at your confession. How could you have not realised..?

Jamil takes quick strides over to you and before you know it, he’s turning you around and roughly pushing you down on the counter. You yelp, hands shooting out to soften the impact as Jamil presses his chest over your back. “Aren’t you too trusting… or maybe.. You’re an accomplice of this intruder?”

What.

“That’s- that’s-! Of course not!” You feel the shudder raking down your spine at the low hum Jamil makes from your words. Your face burns with humiliation, tears springing up to your eyes for a reason beyond you; you’re cursing Jamil to hell for all this.

“Why should I trust you? I’ve always found your sudden climb in ranks to be a little odd,” he sighs and the snarky remark you had disappears when you feel something hard pressing against your behind. The outline of Jamil’s growing erection presses against the thin material of your dress, slow languid rolls of his hips makes your body burn.

You’re quiet now; distracted by the way the brunet is rutting against you. Jamil is a difficult person for you to tolerate but you can’t deny how attractive he is. “So quiet suddenly?” And you want to curse the skies why he was given such an attractive voice.

His hold on you eases before there’s no longer any pressure holding you down. You get up slowly, pushing yourself up by the elbows and turning your head to see that Jamil has already moved some distance away from you. The neutral look he normally has is back.

You think your heart might explode. He can’t just- do that and act like nothing happened..! There’s no words you can think of—verbal communication suddenly beyond you. All you can do is clutch at your dress weakly, your pussy feeling so empty and uncomfortably wet.

“I can…” you gulp, voice hoarse and Jamil raises a brow in question. “I can help.. find the real intruder.” Your chest feels so fucking heavy now, the bruning heat in your body clouding all common sense. “To prove my innocence.” You add quickly as an afterthought, because you’re not doing this for him.

A small laugh leaves the latter’s mouth in response and you feel your brow twitch. “You’re a difficult person to deal with.”

Wha..?

Jamil pushes himself off the table, once again trapping you between his arms but you feel much calmer than before. The candle burning as your only source of light seems to emphasise the brunet’s features. Eyes slanted and shaped like a predator stares at you hungrily and feels natural for you to draw closer to him when Jamil leans over. “Always having a smile on your face when you’re clearly annoyed. Why are you so insistent on putting up a mask?”

His breath ghosts over your lips, body pressing close to you as if you weren’t close enough. You look into his eyes; searching for something and smiling when you find it. “Should I say the same to you?”

The simple questions snaps whatever tension you’re in and Jamil crashes his lips to yours, prying your mouth open with his tongue and slithering in when you give him access. His hands wrap around your back, trailing down over your ass and squeezing you with greedy hands.

You moan in response, pulling him closer by wrapping your hands around his neck and rolling your hips against the hard tent in his pants. Jamil groans softly, breaking the kiss to trail kisses down your jaw to your neck. His fingers tug the front of your dress down, the cotton tearing slightly from his rough ministrations but you don’t care about that when his lips reaches the skin above your breasts, marking you with love bites and easing the pain with the slow drag of his tongue.

Much to your disappointment, Jamil doesn’t pull your dress any further down, instead, he’s the one getting on his knees; his hands trailing up your legs and hiking your dress along with it. Your dress settles over your hips, held by his hands as Jamil nudges your legs apart to trail kisses up your inner thigh.

You’re clenching around nothing, small gasps leaving your lips at every mark Jamil leaves with every inch closer to your aching core. “Please,” you can’t help but whine, tangling your hands in his hair. You feel Jamil smirk against your skin.

He pushes your undergarment to the side and your vision goes white from the first slow drag of Jamil’s tongue against your weeping cunt. The taste of you on his tongue makes Jamil feral—harsh strokes of his tongue against your outer lips before his mouth sucks and he’s eating you out like an animal.

You’re struggling to keep your moans in, legs shaking with every suction of Jamil’s mouth on your core, greedily tasting every inch you can offer him. His hold on your thighs are brutal; not allowing you to close your legs. Your dress is no longer held up by his hands and falls over the male’s head, hiding him from view.

You’re biting at your hands to keep your sounds in. It’s already so late at night and despite your location being in the further areas of the palace, if anyone were to walk in the kitchen then the first thing they’ll see is you, writhing and crying from a reason beyond them, Jamil hidden away behind a table and under your dress.

“A- ah-!” The yelp you let out echoes in the kitchen. You’re mortified by the sound but it’s only a second later that you're moaning again. Jamil��s fingers curl once again, dragging against your walls deliciously. His touch is gently, easily finding all the right buttons to push without too much prying as his mouth focuses on your clit.

You whisper his name quietly, the only thing you can think of saying and it seems to spur the brunet to fuck his finger’s into you, easily finding your good spots and you’re coming with a strangled shout.

You don’t get to register how Jamil greedily sucks off your juices, throwing you into the edge of overstimulation before he finally pulls away; pushing your dress over his head. The blood rushes to your face, gaping at the way Jamil swiped his tongue over his lips as if to collect your juices and your squeak when the male suddenly pulls you into a kiss.

When you break away, Jamil is smirking at you handsomely, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Should we get started then?” You nod absentmindedly, blinking at the satisfied smile Jamil gives you. “Then we’ll start with the main entrance. I think that’s most likely where they entered from because of the hectic preparations.”

“What?” You can’t help but ask dumbly.

The laugh Jamil lets out makes you feel both warm and irritated. His eyes narrow when he looks at you but the smile on his face is still present. “I see.. Did you want to continue?” You can’t answer. Jamil smirks.

He takes your wrist and you’re frozen in his stare as Jamil guides your hand to his erection. The hardness in your palm makes your mouth water and thighs clench uselessly as Jamil blinks his eyes slowly. “Don’t worry,” he reassures, pressing your hand harder against his clothed dick and groaning at the pressure. “Should we be able to catch the intruder then I’ll be sure to reward you.”

#jamil viper #scarabia #jamil x reader #twst x reader #twst n/sfw #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #f!reader #specially brewed

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alwaysthinkingoutloud · 3 years

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Hannibal Episode-by-Episode Meta/Analysis: Episode 13, Season 1 (Savoureux)

Will dreams about being on hunt for the stag in a forest that is dark, the best perception tool at his disposal being not his sight but his inexplicable bond to it. He takes the first shot, and the bullet does not only pierce flesh, but the primitive innocence of the fur as well. That deceitful skin is shed, and the stag figure evolves into a wendigo. The dream suggests that somewhere between Will letting Hannibal know that he is closing in on the Chesapeake Ripper/the Copycat Killer and his waking up to be soon throwing up an ear, Will must have picked up on something so that his seeing such a revealing dream can be explained. What I think is, when Hannibal drugged Will to shove that ear down his throat, just for those semi-conscious seconds, Will became aware of who Hannibal was. He put the pieces together to see that Hannibal is framing him only now, because he feels too cornered by his persistency to go after ‘the killer’. The fact that the stag turns into wendigo only when Will wounds him feels a bit like Will subconsciously knows that he forced Hannibal’s hand to peel off his mask.

While Alana gets devastated hearing that there is nothing wrong with Will physically, she also feels guilty and angry since she sees what is wrong with Will has to be psychological and could have been controlled -if not totally prevented- were they to see it. If she could see it. So, between her continuous tears since getting the news of Will’s arrest, she smiles for the first time when she sees the distorted clock he draws for her. Here is her hope. Here is the hope that it is a physical problem that can be treated, mistakes and neglections can be taken back.

Alana, with her enthusiasm to clear Will, voices a possibility of encephalitis right after the so-close confrontation about the clock, and the slight worry becomes visible in Hannibal’s eyes. He stares at her longer than it is appropriate, most probably thinking if he will need to kill her in near future. Or maybe it is right at that moment when he decides to blind Alana soon.

While I cannot totally deny the possibility that Hannibal’s tears are fake, that they are a necessary accessory to a convincing psychiatric appointment where grieving is discussed; I believe they have genuinity as well. They are not shed for Abigail, of course, but for Will. Afterall, Hannibal had not cultivated Will only to get him locked up in the end. He may have begun working Will up with pure curiosity to see what would happen, but at some part of the journey, he started to see Will as someone who can understand him, who can be worthy of his companionship. He hoped that Will will end up shedding his ethical concerns and evolve into a state where he can accept Hannibal as he is. So, he may very well be crying for a perfect opportunity lost, a unique chance of friendship wasted. He may be crying for he failed to save Will from the cliff he had to push him off.

That is exactly why he agrees to go to Minnesota with Will, why he tries to convince him that he may have, could have killed Abigail or anyone for that matter, because it is in his nature. After going out of his way to frame Will so that he would not find out his true identity, why would Hannibal suddenly decide to encourage Will’s viciousness so boldly, tell him acquiescent things about his murderous nature openly? Hannibal becomes overly reckless when it comes to Will. He is grasping at straws to make Will see, see himself and accept, and then see Hannibal and do the same.

As time passes, Will hallucinates of the wendigo more often, most probably a result of his mind trying hard to put a face to it, to find an explanation. In the interrogation room he comes one step closer to the truth, seeing that he is being framed by somebody close to him. The circle of clarity is narrowing. When Will tells this opinion of his to Dr. Lecter after escaping custody, Hannibal gets a bit nervous and then offers a solution to help Will prove his innocence. His true agenda is, just like agreeing to take Will to Minnesota is, not convincing Will of having committed those murders but showing him that the idea of Will himself as a killer would not be so far-fetched as a concept. However, whilst Hannibal is trying to do that, he indulges himself maybe a little too much with the details and Will hallucinates of the wendigo again, even closer than before. When Will says “I know I didn’t kill her.” when Hannibal is talking about Cassie Boyle and he asks how he knows that, it is almost like Will is going through a subconscious epiphany when his mind is trying to signal, “because I know you did.” And finally, he sees the wendigo right behind Hannibal.

After that point on, there is no muzzle on Will’s mind for the number of clues it throws Will’s way exponentially. He dreams of being Garret Jacob Hobbs and answering the phone that morning and hearing Hannibal’s voice reply, Hannibal calling out to him in the car in real. Remembering Abigail’s asking Hannibal to be the man on the phone while reenacting the crime and asking for the same thing…

At a point, Will’s mind stops needing to try to signal anything since Hannibal decides to take a shot and divulge his real agenda, telling Will that he may have come here not to find a killer, but to find himself, to understand his darkest urges. Like a devil whispering in an ear, Hannibal takes of his mask and talks about Will’s becoming with a mad passion in his voice and eyes. Will may see and accept himself now and be the man Hannibal always hoped him to be, or he may choose to deny it all and turn on Hannibal seeing him for what he is. Hannibal is taking a significant risk, something not likely of him, and it smells desperation.

As the latter possibility turns out to be true, disappointment along with the regret of his recklessness is vivid on Hannibal’s face.

For Will, he finally sees Hannibal as his figure superimposes the wendigo. But for Hannibal, Will does not see. Not the way Hannibal wishes Will to see. Will sees a fitting profile of a killer, a mere monster, he just sees a picture; but he does not see the tableau with its beauty. He does not see the inevitability, the grace. And most importantly, Will does not recognize what he sees. He does not see the familiarity of his own reflection on the tableau. Not yet at least.

That smile of Hannibal tells us enough to know that he will continue to try opening Will’s, this unique man’s eyes until he sees the way Hannibal does, until he sees that the tableau is indeed, beautiful.

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Birds and the Bees 4- DBH Connor x Reader

Can be read as a stand alone!

Fandom: Detroit:Become Human

Warning: Talking ‘bout sex, Awkwardness

Summary: Now that you and Connor have been doing ‘The Devil’s Tango’ for a few months now, you’ve noticed something recently that seems too insane to be true. It’s time for you to see if it’s actually possible.

A/N: I had to write another part of BATB for my first fanfic back after being away for so long. You guys really love this series and it’s one of my favourites too. Every since finishing part 3.5, I always wanted to add more as there’s definitely more ideas to be told with Connor and his innocense. I feel like this might be the last one, but who knows, I might write more in the future...

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What. The. Fuck!

This is actually happening. The stick in your hands confirms it- you’re pregnant. For the past two months, you’d noticed that you’d missed a few periods, nearly every morning waking up with a trip to the bathroom to throw up and your tiredness had been getting worse everyday too. You’d had initial ideas that it might just be stress or your irregular cycle making you feel ill, but eventually you had to come to the absolutely insane idea that you may actually be pregnant with Connor’s baby.

You’d tried to put off taking a test because your mind refused to believe this could be happening. Not that you don’t want a kid, you’d love to have little versions of Connor and yourself running around. But you want kids much further in the future. And also, there’s the teeny tiny odd question of how the hell this has happened! You’re human. Connor is an android. For this exact reason, the two of you haven’t been bothering with protection with all the sex you’ve been having, as you’re both clean and your boyfriend is infertile- or so you thought.

You don’t even know how he’s going to react to this. Will he be happy or sad? And how is everyone else going to react? Yourself and Connor have only been dating for over a year, so it’s much too soon to be having children. You take in a deep breath, sighing as you move your hands down to your stomach.

“I don’t know how you got in there little Floobie, but here you are. God, I hope your Daddy is gonna be okay with this”.

You walk into the living room to see Connor seated on the couch trying to complete one of his puzzles, the stick containing the proof of your future feeling like a burning weight in your sweaty palm as you approach him.

“Connor? I- I uh- I have something I need to show you” You announce, breaking him from his deep concentration as he stares at the pieces in his hand.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? You look really pale and I can detect your temperature rising rapidly”.

You let out a short laugh, walking forward to rest your free hand on his arm as you take a seat beside him. “I’m fine Connor, I’m just a little nervous. I’ve just found out some big news”. He opens his mouth to question you, but your worried look has him stopping short. Instead of telling him, you decide to instead place the test in his hand so he can see it for himself.

As you move to do so, a million thoughts race through Connor’s mind. Are you sick? Are you leaving him? Are you finally gonna get a dog and you’re putting a collar in his hand? With trepidation, he opens his palm as your closed hand begins to open, his eyes flickering quickly as he tries to figure out what you’re about to give him. When the light weight of the stick falls into his hand, his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and he tilts his head slightly to the side. You hold your breath as he brings the test closer to his face, his face tilting (nearly touching his shoulder now) as he inspects it.

You wait for a reaction, a smile or a frown, anything. But he just continues to look at it. You begin to fear the worse when he finally looks up at you and-

“It’s not working”.

You copy his earlier movement as your own head now turns in confusion, looking at Connor's oddly very calm face.

“What-what do you mean? I just used it. I just used three of them actually to make sure it was right”.

“So you are ill then? Y/N, darling, you should have just come to me, you didn’t need to waste your money buying these things. I am quite advanced with this sort of health observation, thanks to Cyberlife, but you already know that. Which is why I don’t understand why you’d-”.

“Wait, hold on Connor, what do you think this actually is” You ask, incredulously.

“Um… A thermometer. As I said darling, it’s quite easy for me to simply look at you and take an accurate reading of your temperature, in fact I’ve noticed recently-”.

“Connor I’m pregnant”.

He stops for just a moment. Then…

“Oh yes, I already know. Like I was saying, I’ve noticed recently that your bodily readings have been different than usual these past few months and on more than one occasion, I have detected that you’ve been sick in the mornings and hid it from me. I was getting so worried that I just decided to do a full body scan while you were sleeping one night and that’s when I realised there was new life growing inside you”.

“Connor… I-I… You... You knew I was pregnant?! W- why didn’t you tell me?”.

“I thought you already knew? Because of your periods? When a woman discontinues having a monthly release of blood, is it clear to see that she’s pregnant with new life. That and you haven’t been buying any new sanitary products or telling me to go out on calorie hauls everytime you go through that specific time”.

You breathe a deep sigh, of both relief and shock. In fairness, you probably should have realised Connor would have been able to sense you were pregnant- he is the most advanced detective android there is. You guess that your disbelieving of the possibility of this happening also overlooked the fact that your boyfriend is a robot genius.

“If you already thought I was pregnant, did you not question why I hadn’t told you?”

He looks away sheepishly, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “I thought this was something that women just deal with on their own, the male doesn’t really do much in most cases of animals. The female is the one who cares for the baby with her body, the male is just there to protect and keep them both safe. So I thought it was just a way for you to keep ‘the bun in the oven’ to make sure you’re looking after it okay”.

You blink. You blink again. Then you let out a small laugh and bury your face in your hands shaking your head. That has to be the weirdest thing to come out of your boyfriend's mouth, even after everything he’s said these past few months. When you look back up at Connor again, you see him looking at you, head titled again and you let out another laugh, leaning up to give him a quick kiss.

“Oh Connor… We’re not animals, even though we do act like them sometimes, especially rabbits,” You let out another small laugh, while Connor smiles nodding in agreement “, Couples bring their babies into the world together, supporting each other. Granted the woman does do pretty much all of the work, but the man doesn’t just ‘protect’ and keep them safe, though it is appreciated. They help keep the mother healthy, comfortable, relaxed, loved- like you will right? You do want this baby don’t you Connor?”

“Of course, this is what I’ve wanted since we first made love”.

“Wait… what?”.

“Well, ever since you told me that sex is primarliy to create new life, I have been questioning Cyberlife about installing a new function within me to make me fertile. Though I have been quite enjoying our love making, I still haven’t been able to get the thought out of my head that we haven’t been doing it properly. So thankfully, Cyberlife agreed, on the grounds that it will be a good step in the right direction of progressing human-android relations”.

“So when did you become fertile?”.

“About half a year ago, maybe more”.

“Jesus, Connor, we’ve been having so much sex, it’ll be a wonder if I’m not pregant with twins”.

“I know, I’m surprised it took that long for you to become pregnant. And, statistically speaking, twins are only 3-4 out of every 1000 births, and there are many contributing factors. Sex can contribute to some extent, but it in our case it seems to have helped massively. Just last night, I did a scan again and saw that there are in fact two life forms inside you- how did you know darling?”

“Only 3-4 out of every 1000 births, eh? Well, that’s- WAIT WHAT?!?”

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“What the fuck?! Twins” Hank utters as he places his half eaten burger down on his arm rest.

To be honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea for you and Connor to tell him that you're having two children at this specific moment in time, eating the food that you had brought him for dinner to help ease this situation. The smarter thing to do would have been to tell him before, then give him the burger and drink from his favourite takeaway to calm him down. But as you sit there next to Connor with guilty smiles on your faces as you look at a horrified Hank who looks like he’s gonna be sick, you definitely know you should have told him sooner.

“Wait, wait, wait, how is this even possible?! You’re an android and Y/N’s human, how does that work?”

You begrudgingly reply “It’s a long story”.

Connor however has no shame and immediately launches into re-telling the story of how you two began having sex. You have no power to stop him as you know this story is getting told no matter what because he is Connor afterall, so you simply sit back and stare down at your wine glass in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Every once in a while, you’ll look up and see Hank growing progressively more green as your boyfriend retells how he first asked about sex and then anal, and then your many different sexual escapades including the one where he was in a meeting with Amanada, and then finally how you got pregant. Connor, still as innocent as ever, goes into great, unneeded detail not realising that this isn’t something he should really be telling his dad. Even Sumo looks sick, paws nearly over his ears as he lays at your feet.

Finally after some time to reflect on what has just been said to him, Hank, looking equivalent to a cucumber in colour and looking faint, mumbles “So you two rabbits have been doing it everywhere huh?”.

As Connor happily nods in response, you sit in shame, taking a much needed gulp of wine, then another as Hank takes a big sip of his own drink.

“We even did it on your desk.

Wine. Soda. Everywhere. Again.

*Sigh*

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A/N: I realise a year later that I wrote the reader to be drinking alcohol during this... while she's pregnant. Don't drink if you're pregnant fellas, my dumbass forgot that 😌

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