#also thank you to everyone for feeding the agenda

[midnightbrightside]

I’m desperate to your immaculate takes on Krisnix from that one ask—what do you think about 2 and 39 (bonus if the little animals get thrust upon them…it’s Trucy who brings home a box of kittens or something)

ayyy thank you im glad you like my krisnix thoughts!

2- What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

when phoenix has nightmares kristoph holds him as he sobs, gently shushing him and saying it was just a dream. phoenix grips kristoph's arms tight to ground himself and it sometimes leaves bruises. kristoph always points them out in a "look what i put up with for you" kind of way that fills phoenix with shame. "really, phoenix, what would you do without me?"

when kristoph has a nightmare he needs to be completely alone but also held as tightly as possible, he also stops speaking. phoenix holds his hands but kristoph snatches them away like the touch burns him and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. so phoenix keeps his distance and encourages kristoph to breathe deep until he stops shaking. then he asks kristoph if he wants to talk about it, kristoph shakes his head. phoenix then asks if he wants a hug, kristoph croaks out very quietly "im not... a child" and phoenix nods "you're not" and holds out his arms. kristoph collapses into them.

39- Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

i got too excited abt this one. gonna put everyone one my "kristoph loves animals" agenda.

trucy comes back home absolutely drenched by the rain holding a box of 6 sopping wet abandoned kittens. she begs phoenix to let her keep them and it absolutely breaks phoenix heart to say "we dont have the space or the money for everything they need. it's late so we can keep them for tonight but we'll have to take them to a shelter tomorrow, im sorry, sweetheart." trucy is NOT happy about it. in true preteen fashion she takes them to her room and starts planning all the ways she, a 12 year old, could raise 6 kittens. phoenix sighs and starts searching what he should feed them, just for tonight.

kristoph arrives later on to pick phoenix up for a date, sees the little furballs meowing around the apartment, and immediately starts fussing.

"these poor babies! where did you find them, and why are they so filthy?"

phoenix explains whats going on and adds "we tried to give them a bath but..." he holds up his arms to show the scratches.

kristoph scoffs, "really, phoenix, you dont have nearly the means nor the knowledge to take care of one animal let alone six." he looks down to where trucy is sitting, playing with the kittens with a makeshift toy made of scrap cloth, and frowns.

"well, first of all, kris: ouch. i was actually thinking we could maybe keep one-"

trucy interrupts from the floor "THREE at LEAST!"

"- and secondly, as i said, we are going to take them to a shelter first thing tomorrow" he looks so apologetic, so sad.

"Absolutely not" Kristoph snaps, "the local shelters are overrun as it is, to say nothing of how they are managed. I wouldnt trust them with these poor creatures either." he looks like hes thinking about something, "Trucy, dear, have you noticed if these kittens are injured or perhaps sick?"

trucy perks up and lists how each cat is faring, which ones are walking funny and points out how one of them has a weird spot near it's eye. as she's rattling off each one's ailments, phoenix notes that she's already named them and his heart melts a little more.

kristoph tuts, "we'll have to take them to the vet then, we can get them microchipped while we're there. vongoles' carrier should be big enough for the journey, oh, she would make an excellent mother..." he almost sounds like he's thinking out loud.

"so we're keeping them???" Trucy beams.

kristoph explains that they're not old enough to be separated from their siblings yet and that she and Phoenix dont have the space to care for all of them, but he is more than happy to take them until they are ready to go to a good home. he shoots a sharp glare at phoenix as he says "typically, cats adjust to a new home much better when adopted in pairs", phoenix gets the memo.

the next day they take the kittens to the vet and kristoph buys all the supplies he could need. over the next few weeks he nurses them back to health and trucy drops by almost every day after school to see how they're doing and play with them. phoenix knew that kristoph liked animals, but it's something else to see this 6'1 icicle of a man dote on these tiny creatures, he even calls them by the names trucy gave them. in moments like these he doesnt seem dangerous at all.

and vongole LOVES them, she's so excited when she first sees them she barely knows what to do with herself. kristoph was right, she makes a great mother. phoenix finds everyone's energy infectious, he buys food, 2 cat beds, some toys, other supplies, and when the time comes he asks kristoph about the kittens.

"sorry, Phoenix, i already found good homes for them" kristoph smiles apologetically and phoenix's heart drops, "i didnt even know you wanted one, i know trucy did, but you didnt seem too enthused. perhaps it's for the best, you dont have the means to take care of a pet." oh.

trucy is miserable. phoenix feels like hes dissapointed her. kristoph is smug as all hell.

[maliceofminds]

Lesbian wolfstar - the expanded version

The list is based on the original rec list by @strwbi-laces (which you can find here) but let’s just get into it:

what’s mine is yours, decaying in your arms and her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle , a shot of succubus , feast and a dash of fae by @achilleslikespeas (plus these two microfics x x)

don’t panic by redspottywellies

I’ve come home by @strwbi-laces

Cute thing by @padfootsoftly

All of @plecotusauritus microfics: gymnast lesbians x x x x x x x x x x and pretty things

All of @pinklume microfics: x x x x x x

pomegranates (chapter six of ocho kandelikas) by @spindrifters

just a restless feeling by my side by unwholesome_gay

It was all by design by @melodramvs

tough, tried and true blue by @worldenough-and-time

boredom by moonymajor

development

Sweet talk

You & I (together and apart) by chillsoya

if I could walk away from me by Barry_Manilows_Wardrobe

thirsty by WolfyWordWeaver

Lesbian Wolfstar pretty woman au by @spookymoonie

The whole lesbian wolfstar series by @aspiring-artist-em which includes Make me sweetheart, you’re safe love, Baby you’re okay, Too much Moony , please, I’m begging you, Mother, Remus Lupin and her little bitch, fourteen, you don’t love me you don’t care

Angel of small death and the beautiful lady (without mercy) by @strezzlecki

Fire on Fire by @atlasdoe

religions in your lips (the altar is my hips) by ourmidnights

Baby, you don’t have to rush by iloveuregulus

Song for no one by ninabnormal (@thebunnymen)

Comfort and Promises by TwistedShadows

Chasing after you is like a fairytale series by ManyCats which includes Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade? , And I got back up (those days are over) and the things we lost in the fire

This microfic by @canyouhearmyfear bruises and water

Midnight girls and it’s companion piece Soul Somethings

Dress by criersw1fey

Summer refreshments and Last Chance by @wxlfstxrisbest

Miss sugar pink and She’s a rainbow by @samdaydreams

With your hair down and soft like summer rain by @lunarlivs

hand me my heart in the palm of your hand while it’s still beating , keep my heart in the freezer so it doesn’t go bad with my love , fate is giving us a hard time but maybe romance isn’t dead and God Blessed/Hell bound by @maliceofminds

Hang me up to dry by EuripidesTrousers(I_DDare_You)

She with the eyes my heart does blind and some part of me came alive the first time you called me baby , not looking for absolution, forgiveness for the things i do, only live to admire your beauty, i want to hold you close (soft breath, beating heart) by @mothlau

Ribs are designed to be crawled into and Always pushing her luck by @sommerregenjuniluft

this is my body by @kaleidoscopexsighs

the first time you called me baby by @a-round-of-robyns

Love and Universal Truths, There‘s Something Wretched About This and Real Love, Baby by @werewolfenthusiast

If I forgot to tag someone just message me and I’ll edit it, I just couldn’t find everyone’s tumblr tbh:). Also everyone feel free to add to this I’m sure I’m forgetting something<3

[intersectionalpraxis]

For anyone else who was disgusted by the Zionist govt's ad during the Super Bowl, you can and should file a complaint with the FCC.

https://consumercomplaints.fcc.gov/hc/en-us

This is not ok. They were committing a massacre in Rafah while the game was going on, and using the game to spread their propaganda.

After watching the advertisement, I remembered a post that I read recently -and it has always stuck in my mind. Whenever we see IOF propaganda content, the people critical of their genocidal settler-colonial agenda aren't the one's they are trying to 'convince' they are in the 'right,' but rather that its' messages are meant to feed their fellow zionists -to reinforce their bigotry.

I'd ask what about the Palestinian fathers, brothers, nephews, cousins, and friends that are being held captive and are being tortured by Israhell in their prison system and also publicly in Gaza and West Bank -as the IOF has done so numerously these past few months, but the IOF -the zionist entity doesn't see Palestinian people are human beings. Watching that ad make my skin crawl, and it's beyond horrendous.

To display it during a time when over 100 million people are expected to view the Super Bowl is both calculative and demonic. I also implore people to write in a complaint. Thank you for sending me this so I can share it to everyone.

As always -Free Palestine.

[shawtythatluvsurgut]

gunna have a video of me feeding my feedee up on my onlyfans soon. i’m thinking about starting it back up while i take a break from college because it was kind of empowering to get to own my kink in such a way. I also enjoy sharing that side of myself with all of you. subscription price will be between $8-$10/mo since my feedee is going to be collaborating with me on certain pieces of content. i will maybe begin gaining again once i get my health back in check, we’ll see. i want my muscle mommy build back, and to get that back i’ll have to pack on some weight. so we’ll see what happens with that. ;)

in the meantime and between-time, stay safe. especially on the internet. all of my old rules still apply for messaging me, but i will gradually get back to making regular content and posts. now that i am taking a break from school, i’m working more, but I also have free time on my hands when i’m not working. it feels really nice to get back into the swing of things. I’ve missed you all and I’ve missed the positive aspects of this community.

going forward, i’m just going to block people who talk shit to me or delete their comments (unless it’s of actual importance to discuss). i’m just done engaging with that shit. idk, i’m on new medication that seem to be actually working and i feel stable, so i feel ready to re-embrace this community with open arms.

a special thank you to everyone who continued engaging with me and communicating with me during my break. i appreciate all of your kind words more than you know, and if i didn’t respond to you it was because i didn’t want the answer to “hey how are you?” to be “i’m miserable. how are you?”. but I saw all of you - each and every message, comment, text, etc. - and i just want to say thank you. the people who still proceeded to message me with positivity are the reason I have decided I want to come back.

With all that being said, I hope you will all accept me back. I understand that some of you were upset that I left and didn’t understand my reasonings, but I hope we can reconcile our differences and i can gain your trust again. I’m not the angry person that I became when responding to hate messages, and that also influenced my time away. I could see that my demeanor on this hellsite was changing and I was getting more upset, angry and, honestly, afraid of going on here (let alone posting myself on here). However, that has changed. I’ve been working on being more optimistic and caring less about the negative opinions of others. Frankly, if someone doesn’t like me or my content they should just be an adult about it and either reach out to discuss that or ignore me. If they can’t do that, I believe they are childish and need to get a grip. There are some key things I’ve learned in life that I want to share with people who are as I described above:

- your comfort is not someone else’s responsibility. if it makes you uncomfortable, then don’t engage. It’s as simple as that.

- no one has to cater to your interests. everyone lives on their own agenda. your wants and desires do not take priority over the wants and desires of others. sure, there are some people who will cater to your every wish, but i’m definitely not one of them.

- similarly to above, your desires do not take priority over someone’s health. that includes both mental health and physical health. (death feedism is a thing if you are interested in someone wanting to gain while not caring about their health. this is not a death feedism page and i suggest you go search in the tags for that if it is what you are looking for. I do not want to kill my feedee, nor do I want him or I to gain enough weight to become immobile or at risk in any way. As hot as the idea is to me at times, we are both too active and work in active careers for that to be a realistic possibility for us. maybe someday i’ll get a stay at home job and get really big, or maybe someday he will. only time can tell. sorry for the length, i’m high. i’ll stfu now.

- people don’t care. no stranger online owes it to you to care that you don’t like their body, or that you don’t like this or that. it doesn’t matter because that person does not know you. there’s no point in wasting time caring about your negative comment unless it’s actually useful and constructive commentary.

So anyways, i’m back in business again. gonna post some FA art soon + start uploading to my OF again. I thank any of you who read this far and again I hope you can accept me back into the community.

Thanks,

Nico

[oknowkiss]

Song drabbles???? 😭😭😭😭 26 please (or 10 if you can’t do that one.) I’m obsessed with this. 🥹❤️❤️

for you, darling? anything. have some pub night drarry & the gang, 595 words, rated T for language and mentions of sex.

always be my baby - mariah carey

“The line is: side canter is a feeling so strong,” Draco says, leaning victoriously back in the booth, arms and legs crossed. Everyone groans.

“No, it isn’t. That makes literally no sense,” Harry says. He’s got a point, but Draco has no interest in feeding his morbidly bloated ego. 

“Go on then, Mr Recently Out,” Draco says, flourishing in Harry’s direction. “Impress us all with your homosexual expertise in Mariah Carey lyrics.”

Harry’s mouth goes flat, but Draco can tell by the creases near his eyes that he’s trying not to laugh. 

“By that logic,” Harry says, leaning forward on his elbows, “Considering how wrong you are, you’re the straightest person here.”

Ron snorts into his beer, sloshing foam over the rim. 

“Shall I play the song again?” Neville asks, already half out his seat, coins in hand.

“That won’t be necessary,” Harry says, “Because—”

“Too late!” Neville calls, sings practically, halfway to the jukebox, at the same time as Draco makes pointed eye contact with Harry and says, “Gaaayyyy.” 

“We’re going to be thrown out if he plays that song again,” Hermione frets. “And don’t say gay like that, Malfoy. It’s rude.”

“I’m allowed!” Draco insists, eyes wide. “You can’t, but I can. It’s my agenda.” 

“He’s just learned that term today,” Harry says in a fake whisper. “Act impressed.” 

Draco sticks his tongue out. 

“I’m going to be ill,” Pansy says from beside Draco. “Can you two fuck already, and spare us all whatever this is?” 

“They already are,” Luna says, looking up from her gin and tonic with a confused expression. The table falls silent. “Oh,” she says, taking in Draco’s face. “Was that meant to be a secret? Only, you did it on my couch. And then also in your room very loudly. And also—”

“Yes alright,” Draco says primly. He adjusts the cross of his legs.

“Oh yeah…” Harry says, scratching his chin as he looks up towards the ceiling. “I knew there was something I’d forgotten.” He returns his gaze to the group. “I meant to say earlier: I’m fucking Draco Malfoy, li—” 

“If you say literally,” Ron warns him, motioning with his pint. “I’m going to finish the job You-Know-Who started.” 

Harry clamps his mouth shut. “No comment, then.”

A plucky guitar melody sounds over the pub’s speakers, followed quickly by Mariah Carey vocalising. 

Oh fuck off you fucking cunts, someone calls from across the pub. 

“What’d I miss?” Neville asks, settling back into his chair. “Has Harry figured out the lyrics yet?”

“Thank you, Neville,” Harry says, somehow managing to bow grandly whilst sitting down. “I have. It’s: the sun can’t hurt her, fellas so long.” 

“Alright,” Ron says, standing forcefully. “That’s me finished.” 

The table agrees, sinking their pints, grabbing for coats. The door closes behind them, firmly. 

It’s begun to snow in the time they were inside and Harry, the handsome yet feckless idiot, hasn’t got any mittens. Draco grabs one of his hands, shoving it in his own coat pocket. Harry’s other hand will just have to freeze and fall off. Serves him right.

They walk ahead of everyone. It’s nice, holding hands like this, where anyone could see. Where their friends could see. Harry hums to himself as they walk, hmm hmm HMM hmm. HmmhmmhmmHMMHMMhmmhmm. Draco elbows him in the side. Harry grins, hums louder.

They don’t talk. They don’t need to. For once, Draco feels no pressure to rush. No need to force years into months, weeks. There will be plenty of time for talking, in the days and nights to come. 

[bp-zb1fics]

hello !! could u write something with jeonghyeon and reader in school like they are already dating, and it would be about them being the "famous" couple in their school !! lijeong being a genius and the reader being dumb like an airhead but she really kind and all. teachers and students could be teasing them about being an odd couple haha

So without meaning

pairing: leejeong x reader

genre: highschool au (same verse as shy,shy,shy and tall& handsome), fluff

tw/tags: sort of character study, class couple, mean girls reference, flirting, kisses, woongki being salty, leejeong simp agenda as usual

wc: 756

summary: it’s not that you were an odd couple, more like you were smart in different ways.

a/n Kind of put a spin on the req but I hope you like it anon~ it's also super late so there's that but these weeks have been rough tbh. also anyone who doesn't get the mean girls reference, jail for you jk

check my pinned for more fics!

When Gyuvin first transferred, Gunwook and Junhyeon made it their mission to introduce him to everything that there was to know about their highschool, sort of like those 90’s teen movies. So far, they’ve done a decent job. 

Gyuvin now knows they served donkatsu at the cafeteria every second Tuesday, how to not piss off Baek Kooyoung-seongsaengnim and every notable class couple that he shouldn’t get in the middle of.

Case in point, you.

It wasn’t that you were stupid. No, definitely not. Maybe you made stupid decisions sometimes but doesn’t everyone? Sure, you weren’t the brightest bulb in the box (is that the correct analogy?) but you made do. You got decent grades, teachers liked you even if you had a tendency to daydream during class. And it helped that you were really nice in the very unintentionally genuinely good way that very few people were these days.

It’s just- your boyfriend was-

“That’s Lee Jeonghyeon.” Junhyeon whispers to Gyuvin as they watch the older boy walk down the hallway towards you. “Genius, sort of a lone wolf, all sorts of rumours floating around him.”

“What kind of rumours?”

[insert unnecessary montage]

“Lee Jeonhyeon is flawless.”

“He has an endless supply of bracelets and only owns green sweaters.”

“I hear his jawline is insured for 10 million won.”

“I hear he does underground rapping.”

“His favourite colour is green.”

“One time, he got recruited by this company and they told him he could be an idol.”

“One time, he punched me for trying to kiss him.” A pause. Cha Woongki takes the time to flip his hair before sighing wistfully. “It was so hot.”

[end montage]

Gyuvin’s eyes have grown twice their original size in disbelief. Junhyeon nods solemnly. Meanwhile, you and your boyfriend are none the wiser. In fact, he’s completely preoccupied by you grabbing his hand, chattering about something brightly as you tug him towards the cafeteria.

Most of the students give you a wide berth. But that’s probably because your boyfriend is at least 185 cm and looks like he can cut a bitch on a good day. It was also sort of interesting, the contrast between you, like a manhwa plot coming to life. The resident genius and the bubbly airhead, complete opposites and completely enamoured by each other.

“Jeonghyeoniee,”

The withering look that your boyfriend gives Park Hanbin would probably deter anyone else. But Park Hanbin is a dazzling force of nature with a brilliant smile and military commander-like focus when he gets invested in something. Trailing behind him is Kim Taerae, resident class-crush with his church-oppa like charms and soft, sweet voice.

“What do you want?”

Maybe Jeonghyeon would look more intimidating if he currently wasn’t letting you feed him like a petulantly adorable child, practically glued to your side, holding your other hand under the table. You ignore the other boys, bringing another spoonful of rice and meat to his lips.

“Thank you aegiya.”

“You’re welcome, Leejeong-yah.”

“God, I hate love.” Woongki fake gags from the other side of the table.

“Wow, way to be single and bitter.” Hanbin shoots back, the other gasping dramatically.

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“No fighting!” You insist after swallowing the bite your boyfriend fed you. Woongki coos at you.

“Oh my poor, innocent baby, how did our big, bad Jeonghyeonie manage to score someone as sweet as you?”

“Woongki-ah, I punched you once, I can do it again.” Jeonghyeon grits out before obediently opening his mouth so you can feed him.

“Oh please do,” The other boy says way too eagerly. You sigh. And they said you were the dumb one when you could clearly see your boyfriend being played. Also your food was finished and you kinda wanted one of those pudding cups that they brought out after you had sat down with your trays.

“Leejeong-yah?”

“Yes aegiya?”

“Want pudding.” You pout, You really don’t need to. Your boyfriend stands up right away and goes over to the counter to fetch one for you. Woongki rolls his eyes, applauding you slowly.

“Ugh, your power. Literally you need to tell me how to get a boy completely whipped like that.”

You shrug. Jeonghyeon comes back with your much-desired pudding cup, proffering you a spoonful.

“Leejeong-yah, kiss?”

The rest of the table groans as he leans down and gives you a peck shamelessly. You smile and eat your pudding, stealing more kisses in between spoonfuls. Jeonghyeon might be a genius but he wasn’t the only smart one in the relationship.

[calibabii21]

|| awakened pt 3 || p.js

pairing: jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au

warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.

wc: 2.38k

a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚

“Here you go, Sungie” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy “be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot” he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips. “Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?” 

He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression. you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.” you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up “pleeeeease” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”

You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder “please noona?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout, “...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you. There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.

“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl. “nothing, noona, you’re just..so much smaller than me” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-

“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?” You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck. you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body. 

His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the petiteness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist. you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you’re so much..smaller than me noona” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip “well..”

You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them. “Well I’m finished here so-” “do you want to-'' you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.” Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.” You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”

There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?” your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.” He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?

You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.

But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.

For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung. His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.

When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts. When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.

The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you, “What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”

You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.” Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed. Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.

“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist. Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches. When did he get this confident? His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own. 

When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?” You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.” Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight. 

“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue. “I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.” Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.

“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.” Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips. “And a desperate one too.”

He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house. 

“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the boys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.” 

That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look. 

Or so you thought.

As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule. 

When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?” You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.” But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.

“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.” he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.” There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”

Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?” Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”

He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”

It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”

Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.

“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves  “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?” Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.

You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his. “So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”

He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”

The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Kitten? I asked you a question.”

The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him. 

“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further, “You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.” He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your noise down. Think you can do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.

Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit. 

Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you. Feasting.

Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.

Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.” The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.

Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.

“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.

The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”

The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”

You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”

And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.

You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.

Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”

He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.

Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you

*mdni banner made by ©️cafekitsune*

[sleeplesssmoll]

I think Manus was at *some* point was far more peaceful I we see, as in chapter 3 when vertin and ring were reading the news, Manus was talking shit about foundation, but considering current Manus. They much rather to kill those news workers,

Because of this I think Manus was far more peach oriented at some point, it make sense when you think Manus is thinking foundation is the one causing the storm.

At first they tried to resolve the issue by peaceful means, even putting their dirty secrets on display, but after that didn't work Manus decided to take a far more active approach, like forget me not said "people from this era already going to die" does it matter that much if they are doing it the evil way? Since everyone is dying anyway. And they also lost their trust in humans completely after storm

What do you think? I know

Love me a world-building question! Thanks for the food for thought.

Manus Vindictae and the Foundation are parts of a much larger world.

Throughout history we’ve seen people handle discrimination in different ways because of their no consensus on what “equality” should look like. Some say we should start with a blank slate. Others believe that equality cannot exist without reparations for past crimes. There is a lot of debate on what equality looks like. While we don’t see arcanists in the main story fighting for their rights, I think it's safe to assume that it's going on behind the scenes in more peaceful movements.

Then there are those who don’t want equality, they want to reclaim their power. They want supremacy. This is the core of Manus Vindicate. I believe their extremist ideologies do not represent the whole of arcanists. Their existence revolves around the idea of vengeance for humanity’s past crimes.

Manus: hand

Vindictae: ceremonial act claiming as free one contending wrongly enslaved; vengeance

Chapter 3 is a beautiful example of propaganda. Their acts of "kindness" are part of a bigger scheme to recruit people to their cause by playing the part of the hero. “You don’t bite the hand that feeds you," encapsulates this mindset. They must bring people to their side to raise an army and grow support for their war against humanity. I don’t want to bring in too many real world politics to make this heavy, but by playing the act of savior they can manipulate people in very desperate situations. 

As for the Storm, its the best thing that could have happened for their agenda. They have means to erase humanity and thrive with pure-blooded arcanists. They also use the Storm to instill fear and doubt in people to bring them to their cause. They would go so far as to accelerate its arrival to push terrified people without shelter into a corner so they can use them. They also take away agency with the Masks they provide, blinding followers from the ugly reality around them.

While I believe there are peaceful protests elsewhere in the world, Manus has always existed in the name of revenge and violence.

[kates-sweet-escape]

KinnPorsche - It's all a ruse (a theory)

Warning: This post contains spoilers for KinnPorsche the Series. Read at your own risk. I haven't read the novel, only bits and pieces that I've found online so this is purely based on the TV Series. Also, this post is based on the work of other amazing Tumblr creators that will all be credited within this post. Brace yourself - this is a long one.

Disclaimer: I am by no means an expert, I am just a german romance-novel writer. Also, I come from a eurocentric perspective as I was raised in Germany by a British mother and a German father.

Additional KinnPorsche Content by me:

KinnPorsche: The question of true privilege (Meta - Episode 6)

KinnPorsche: Kinns Breakdown - I can't believe you still want me (Meta - Episode 7)

Hello everyone.

I swear to god, the things this show and this fandom make me do. I usually don't share theories. Or meta. Or anything. I left the active part of fandoms a long time ago, but here I am, typing away with a facemask on and a half-empty glass of wine right next to me, cause damn I need a little self-care after watching the emotional rollercoaster that was Episode 9.

Ever since Episode 9 aired I've read a lot of opinions about Kinn, his character, and his choice not to trust Porsche. Reactions within the fandom vary from genuine understanding to absolute outrage, a fascinating mixture of empathy and cancel culture.

And ever since that devastating moment at the end of the episode I've been thinking. A lot. Maybe more than what is healthy considering the fact that this is just a TV-Show that somehow managed to take over my life.

Things didn't quite add up to me. I was caught in this weird emotional limbo of I do understand Kinn as a fellow individual with massive trust issues caused by ex-lovers that betrayed us and After what they've shown us last week and with the emotional progress those two characters have made, Kinns reaction does not make that much sense from a writers perspective.

So I went back to watch those last few minutes over and over again (and before you ask me - no, I am not okay! Porsches pleading and soft "Ai Kinn" will haunt me tonight), took screenshots, read the previous meta while trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. And then the brilliant @moerusaii posts this amazing piece of meta that convinced me to share my thoughts with you guys.

Because I have the theory that this might be an elaborate ruse by Kinn and Porsche to trick Tawan and Vegas.

And here is why:

Kinn, Tawan and that one mirror frame

This is that one frame that kickstarted it all for me in Episode 9. @luckydragon10 whom I'm very much a fan of, has talked about what mirrors signify in this post, and ever since then I've been paying a lot more attention to the usage of mirrors in KinnPorsche.

We see Tawan and Kinn alone in Tawans old apartment to retrieve the evidence of who is behind the Italians (which is probably useless anyway - and YES all the shade for this b*tch). While Tawan is "remembering" the real location of the USB stick, this shot happens. We see the real Tawan, but we only see the reflection of Kinn, probably signifying that Kinn has a hidden agenda, keeping the truth hidden from Tawan while showing a side of himself that is not real and only a mere reflection of himself.

It's only a short frame but something about it feels so deliberate that I couldn't possibly ignore it.

Maybe it also means that Tawan is only seeing an old version of Kinn, feeding into the issues he had rather than seeing the real Kinn that has maybe gotten rid of them with a partner by his side he can truly trust, all without his vicious ex-lover noticing who is focused on the reflection he is familiar with.

Kinn breaking the fourth wall

Okay, I've already mentioned @moerusai and her amazing post but I still want to add a little bit to that. (And thank you Mo for sending me a DM so I could use your gifs that looks a million times better than my screenshot!)

When I watched Episode 9 for the first time, this shot made me so uncomfortable. Kinn looks straight at the audience, no filter, no mirror, no nothing. And for the first time, I felt like I am looking at the soul of this man, bruised and bare and begging to be understood and to be trusted. It felt like he looked at me to tell me that things are going to be okay, as long as we keep our eyes on him and see past what is shown, willing to stare into the shadows until we can see everything that's hidden in the darkness.

The lighting when Vegas and Porsche are alone is not green.

We all remember this scene from Episode 7. The scene where Porsche and Vegas stumble into the bathroom. The light in this scene is green, signifying danger as the amazing @antique-forvalaka has pointed out in her "KinnPorsche and the Use of Color" Series that I will mention again later on. It has been pointed out by @yellingaboutkp in this post that Porsche faked being drunk because he already suspected Vegas being shady and wanted him to show his true colors (no pun intended). If we assume this to be true, then Vegas should remain a threat to Porsche, his light remaining green.

Now look at this:

The color in this scene is teal and not green. We've seen this color before, in episode 5, and as @antique-forvalaka pointed out in this post this specific mixture of blue and green is used when there is a danger that Porsche is able to handle. When he is not as helpless as he appears to be. When he is forming a plan.

But Kate, what does Vegas have to do with any of this? He isn't Tawan! Yes, my lovelies, you are correct. He isn't Tawan. But ever since he doubled down on the Kinn Shot His Ex Rumor, I am convinced that he's got something to do with it. Especially considering his disgustingly perfect timing and his offer to Porsche to run away together. In addition to that, we know that he will storm the compound from the trailer. So he is most definitely one of the main villains of the show and just like a snake with its beautiful and shiny green scales, he is able to slither into anything just so he can poison it in one swift bite.

We are still waiting for that handshake (Trailer)

Yes, the trailer. I am even going back that far. I am sure that this scene takes place at Yok's bar (she's a true MVP) and I think it might even be a flashback where Kinn and Porsche talked about their plan, far away from prying eyes and ears. And what could be more romantic than a date night like that? A couple that schemes together stays together!

But all jokes aside, this scene might also take place later on when the two of them have drifted apart, signified by the fact that Porsche is wearing Jeans, something he stopped doing ever since getting emotionally closer to Kinn and adapting part of his style. So I might be completely wrong about this and it's not them scheming but instead reconciling.

When it all goes up in flames - Porsche remains (KinnPorsche: The Hidden messages)

And since we are already on a trip down memory lane, I am taking you guys back to "KinnPorsche. The Hidden Messages" when it was announced that we would still be getting KinnPorsche the Series after months of thinking that it might get canceled.

We see Kinn standing in front of a banner with the word TRUST on it. It goes up in flames, revealing Porsche waiting behind it.

This could mean a great many things, especially now that they've decided to give him a phoenix tattoo that he also adapted into his name as an underground boxer. It could mean that he is rising from the ashes after Kinn burned the trust they've shared. Or it could mean that he is rising from the ashes of the trust that Tawan had broken when he sold Kinns information to the Italians. That Porsche is the one rebuilding Kinns trust from the dustry crumbs that Tawan left behind, willing to survive in the heat of the flames that lick at his skin, threatening to burn him too.

Either way, I think we can all agree that Porsche is the only one that Kinn can and should trust, and I sure as hell hope that my theory is correct and that Kinn knows that too.

[quillkiller]

regpeter is now my fav rare pair like it makes so much sense and feeds my Peter defender and dealer Peter agenda.

imagine one of the other boys, in my mind Remus being like why does Regulus never pay for his weed you literally hunt people down if they don’t pay you and Peter being like “I don’t know,” and awkwardly shuffling around not knowing if he can explain the fact he’s like in love with reg and is too afraid to tell him.

also everyone being shocked when regulus is a chatterbox around Peter because is this the same guy who sits in class, afraid to breath too loud.

I’m obsessed 🤩

also literally your content is so amazing every time I see a new post I’m giggling and kicking my feet. You are a master mind !

ANON………… i’m giggling kicking my feet imagining peter nonchalantly saying ’i dunno’ like bro!!!!!!! you’re the DEALER!!!!!!! like peter doesn’t care one bit about it and hes not in the mood to explain this to people because he knows hes being absolutely pathetic with no back bone. peter shrugging… ’i don’t know 🧍”

imagining expecting absolute hell the first time he genuinely just forgets to take money from reg . like hes so sure this is going to get out fast. that people will crowd him asking for special deals of just some free pot. but nothing happens and reg doesn’t say anything about it to him or anyone else and peter just. stops asking him to pay .

and thank you so much:,))) you’re so lovely this made my day <3

[sunder-the-gold]

Thank you so much for speaking up. I'm so sick of people put every men who are nice to each other in a relationship. Can't men just be friends? I'm so sick of the gays pushing their agenda. They just want everyone to be gay to suit their proclivities.

It's not "the gays", it's the terminally-online Millennials who think that 'sexuality' is a substitute for personality and shipping is a substitute for activism.

But yes, it gets exhausting to see these people insist that straight people can't display any sense of humor, fashion sense, or joy of life. Or that this or that universal human experience or passion is inherently gay.

Especially friendship and comradery.

I don't know what's more worrisome: The ones who are clearly joking because they wish that was reality, or the ones who are clearly not joking because they've been fooled into thinking it's reality.

And aside from the concern I feel when listening to these people insisting that I am somehow inferior, subhuman, and incapable of living a full life... their self-confessions also make me really sad for them.

I merely responded to a post that found its way into my feed, the same way I would have any other time of the year.

I legitimately didn't even think about the fact that June was around the corner. I wouldn't remember occasions and holidays if everyone else on Tumblr didn't mention them.

"Line of defense" also sounds far too important for getting into a slap-fight on Tumblr.com.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

We're seeing a bit more of Sierra's family in today's post...

Sierra pulls a water bottle from her backpack. The sun is still hours from going down, which means it’s still the humans’ responsibility to hold the line here. They’ll cede it to the vampires after sunset. 

She and Pete almost have enough proof to connect this research clinic’s owners to the financing of at least three vampire hate groups that have caused the deaths of over fifty LA vampires. But it’s their words everyone here is most concerned about. They’re pushing for across the board euthanasia (and subsequent staking) for infected patients who have what is considered a fatal diagnosis. They argue that it will prevent future vampires from dying on their own and being buried to turn. 

What it will really do is mean anyone with vampire venom in their veins is at risk of being killed as a potential future threat. 

A leaflet from the counter-protesters blows across the sidewalk, and Sierra glances down at it, then flinches. Bold type across the top reads THE ONLY 100 PERCENT EFFECTIVE CURE FOR VAMPIRISM: THE STAKE.

Up until a couple years ago, the clinic had hidden their real agenda under the guise of researching treatment options for bite victims. But they’ve found enough public sentiment in support of their scorched earth policies that the gloves are off and their true nature is out in the open. And unfortunately, there are plenty of bitter, angry, or just plain scared people who are willing to back it.

Sierra understands. She’s been there. She’s done worse than most of the people standing across from her now. But that doesn’t excuse her, or them. 

Her arm still aches from the fall she took last week, but she’s still waving her hand-painted sign along with the rest of them. 

Un-lives are not yours to take!

Someone steps out of the crowd of counter-protesters. She recognizes him. A hunter who didn’t make it through the same incoming training class she was part of. Ironically, he washed out for freezing up in training simulations. All talk, no action. You’re scared. And scared people are the most dangerous. “They’ll take ours. Why shouldn’t we defend ourselves?”

“Not all of them feed on humans. Even less of them kill their hosts.” Pete has statistics to back her up. He cited them to her to defend Shay when they were at each other’s throats. Almost literally. 

She steps out of line, across to meet the guy where he’s also moving forward, into the no-man’s-land of scattered leaflets and scraps of trash. She can’t help but remember the fae rights protests she’s seen, and how utterly nonsensical it seemed to her that half the people on the fae’s side were letting granola wrappers and empty plastic water bottles scatter around the protest sites. 

“Jason, you know all that. I was with you in the same classes. We heard the same things. You just chose not to listen.”

“I hear you’re shacking up with one of them bloodsuckers now.” It stings more than it should. She knew what she was getting into, agreeing to let Shane share her apartment. Even some of her ‘friends’ at the agency (not that she had a lot to begin with), think she’s making a huge mistake. And they’ve told her, to her face. Which is at least better than what she’s heard behind her back.

She doesn’t really care what her coworkers think. It’s her family’s concern that was harder to swallow. But even so, this guy’s opinion matters even less. 

“Thanks to people like you, he doesn’t have a lot of options.”

“Fine, you want to bleed, bleed.”

Sierra doesn’t have time to process what that means before Pete shouts.

“Watch out!”

She’s on her hands and knees on the gritty sidewalk before she knows what hit her. Pete hits the ground next to her, and the first thing she registers, like any field hunter, is the blood. 

“Pete?”

“I’m alright.” He holds up his hand, a deep gash across the palm. “His buddy had a broken bottle.”

Sierra curses herself for losing her sense of what’s happening around her. She’d gotten too focused on the argument happening in front of her and forgotten to check her peripheral. “Sorry.”

“For what? He was going to swing that at someone. You think that’s the first time someone’s tried that with me?” Sometimes Sierra forgets his grandparents owned a distillery and bar. “I can clock someone with a bottle like that before they even start a swing.”

“Thanks.” Sierra pulls her backpack off her shoulders, digging through it. “I’ve got a first aid kit. Let me see.”

“You came prepared,” Pete says as she pulls out the civilian equivalent of one of their trauma kits.

“My little sister Valeria went to every fae rights protest she could find when she was in high school.” Sierra shrugs. “After the second time she came home needing an ice pack, I went with her.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” 

Sierra shrugs. “She’s…we haven’t really seen each other in a long time. We’re step-siblings. Different dads.” She doesn’t mention that Val’s was the leader of a blood harvesting ring who split when the agency closed in. They’re still looking for him, although by this point, he’s probably become a victim of his own profession. 

"We were both the problem kids, she’s just the one who got caught the most. She got picked up for shoplifting on the same day as one of the protests got crazy, and they had her in a holding cell with a couple of the fae who weren’t registered. By the time Mom got there to bail her out, she had her cause. She was always looking for a fight, she just needed something to fight for."

It wasn’t that Sierra hadn't thought it was a fight worth having. She just didn’t see how shouting in the street got anything done. She’d always favored a little more hands-on approach to making change. But here she is, at a protest, with a sign and scraped knees and a backpack full of water and first aid supplies. Val would be proud.

"Where is she now?" Pete asks, wincing as Sierra dabs antiseptic onto the gash. 

"Living with a fae colony in north Texas."

“Wow.”

“Yeah. She made some powerful enemies. But she made some good friends too. When the heat started coming down, the fae took her in.” Sierra shrugs. “She cut ties then. For everyone’s safety. If we didn’t know where she was, we couldn’t be expected to tell anyone. And we couldn’t accidentally give away the colony’s location.”

“Do you miss her?”

Sierra looks down at the bandage as she tucks the end of it into place, securing it around Pete’s hand. “Every day.”

You can read this story and more from this 'verse on my WorldAnvil here!

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @whumptober

[icedcoffeeandsunshine]

Hello! It’s me again😅

Thank you very much for answering me last time! I’m in love with that work. So… Can I ask for some kind of continuation of a story? Where Gray and Ethernano Dragon Slayer go to a difficult mission together and one of them get injured badly. Only after that they decide to confess. I’m sorry for bothering you with this story😅

hello! i’m so glad you asked because while writing my psychology exam (inspiration strikes me at the worst times) i came up with an idea for this lol also demon slayer gray is FINE AS HELL

i think this kind of really sucks 😃 but i feel like i’ve procrastinated because of college entrance exams so i hope it’s minorly up to par with what you wanted and sorry for making you wait!

Unrequited (Part 2) - Gray Fullbuster

“Lillian! Hi! ”

Fairy Tails Ethernano Dragon Slayer turned around at the sound of her name being called.

Juvia smiled at her.

“Yeah, what’s up?” The Slayer blinked. This was the first time the Water Mage had ever acknowledged, let alone even interacted with her.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a job with Gray-sama and I? You don’t look like you have anything better to do, if I’m gonna be blunt and the job requires three people” Juvia shrugged.

Juvia could be slightly naïvely straight-to-the-point and mildly mean at times but she was right. Lillian didn’t really have anything better to do. The rest of team Natsu were out helping Sting and Rogue sort out some mundane guild controversy and the rest of the guild was busy doing…whatever they did throughout the day.

Which is why Lillian found herself third wheeling Gray and Juvia on said job.

Though, it could be noted that something was different. Juvia wasn’t as stuck on to Gray as she usually was. In fact, the both of them felt sort of distant somehow.

Like all Dragon Slayers, Lillian had one special heightened sense. Her specific sense was that she could easily sense the emotions, and in a way, the aura between two or more people. And her sense told her something was definitely off today.

While they were walking towards the borders of Magnolia, Juvia slowed her pace so that Lillian and her were walking together and Gray was a few paces ahead.

“Lillian, can we talk?”

“Hm?” Lillian raised a brow. Two interactions in one day? This was news.

“I think…I’ve come to terms with the fact that Gray and I aren’t meant to be together”

This simple statement nearly made Lillian trip over her own two feet.

“What?”

Juvia stared wistfully at the boy walking in front of her and sighed.

“I see the way he looks at you, and how you look at him. You two clearly have something between you”

“Juvia, that’s not-”

Juvia held up a hand and smiled at Lillian.

“I’m not bothered. Seriously. I think part of growing up is learning acceptance and accepting that Gray doesn’t and will never reciprocate my feelings, and will never feel for me the way he feels for you. It stings, to be honest but accepting it will only be better for me in the end, I think. I’m fine, though.”

Lillian gulped as the blue haired mage’s words sunk in. She hung her head, deep in thought. Did Gray really care for her in that way? Had everyone just been feeding the whole Gray-Juvia agenda down her throat when Gray liked Lillian all along?

She didn’t have much time to think deeper into the topic as a huge snake rose from the ground in front of them and the three mages got into battle stance.

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

*timeskip because i suck at writing fight scenes: this part is set in a cave*

“What we’re you thinking?”

Lillian winced as she felt cold fingertips on her cheek.

Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light. Her throat felt like sandpaper and she had a throbbing ache on her waist.

“Oh thank god, you’re up” Gray sighed, removing his hand from her face.

“What-” The Ethernano Dragon Slayer attempted to stand but winced as her legs gave way. Luckily, Gray was able to grab her before she hit the ground.

“What happened is that you threw yourself in front of Juvia and now you’ve got cuts and bruises everywhere. I’ve sent her to go get reinforcements because the job isn’t completed yet and you’re badly injured” The Ice Mage folded his arms over his chest “Again, Lil, what the actual fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t…I think”

Gray scoffed “No shit”

“Why are you so pressed about this?”

“I’m not pressed”

“Yeah sure, that’s why you’re YELLING at me”

“I’m not”

“I don’t get it, why are you so concerned? You know I can handle myself”

“Because I care about you, idiot!” Gray froze as the words left his lips on impulse.

Lillian blinked.

“Say what?”

“I…” The Ice Mage averted his gaze from Lillian “I care about you…and not just as a comrade”

The Ethernano Dragon Slayer felt her cheeks heat up.

“I-uh” She gulped.

“You don’t need to say anything, I don’t expect you to”

“I like you too, Gray. I have for a while now”

There it was. Out in the open. The Dragon Slayer hated being vulnerable in any situation and this was no exception.

A moment of comfortable silence ensued before Lillian spoke up.

“Do you think we should go out to see whether the others have come or…”

“Yeah, I think”

They started moving towards the cave entrance when Gray stopped Lillian.

“Hey” He lightly touched her wrist “When this is over, would you like to go out on a date?”

The girl smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, making the normally stoic wizard blush furiously.

“I’d love that”

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 7

A/N: a million thank yous to everyone still reading. Mostly to my besties for beta reading everything first. @kimmania and @chloes-yellow-cup are the bestest

Beca

Hours later Beca was still unsure about the whole plan. What little plan there was. She paced along the length of the crypt, well aware of the somnambulant predators sitting on either side of the door. She supposed that was their way of protecting the only point of entry, protecting her. 

And that was still weird. Vampires protecting a necromancer.

Beca glanced at Chloe's unnaturally still body and frowned. Okay it was weird and also something else. But she couldn't place what that 'something else' actually was. All she knew is that she had a lot of mixed feelings about teaming up with vampires. 

A problematic venture to begin with, but having to rely on them, trust them…that was asking a lot of herself. And yet…

Beca glanced at the vampires again and jumped when she realized that the blonde's eyes were on her. Watching. The necromancer stopped dead, fingers twitching with the pent up energy she couldn't contain. 

"I had forgotten how restless mortals are."

"Yeah. Probably because we know how short life is. We're compelled to move, to live it with all we have because it's fleeting." 

The blonde vampire inclined her head in a short agreeing nod. Beca thought the silence between them would be full of an awkward weight of fear and distrust but it wasn't. Deep down she knew she could trust Aubrey. More than she could trust Chloe probably. Maybe more than she could trust herself around Chloe. Beca settled on the ground next to the vampire and frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry. About what happened to Harun. I know it was a long time ago but loss scars people. You never really heal from it, and it must suck big time when you live forever."

"Hm, yes. Big time suck."

Beca had to glance away from the vampire, her smile threatening to spread wide at the hesitation in Aubrey's delivery of the unfamiliar vernacular. She had to wonder at whatever hinky magic was making her go from absolute abject fear of vampires to…whatever this was. 

"So how long have you been here alone?"

Aubrey raised a shoulder in a slight shrug. "I could not say. Many years have turned into one unending night. I fear it will take me more than one feeding to return to my true self."

Beca hesitated, a thread of that old familiar fear coiled tightly in her stomach. As far as she knew she was the only food around for miles.

"Worry not, Beca Mitchell. Your blood is too precious to spill for mere hunger." 

"Said every vampire, never." The necromancer sighed heavily as the enormity of what she was facing settled on her. "Your Council especially."

Aubrey growled softly at the mention of the Council, her eyes flashing brightly before bleeding to a deep golden color tinged with red. 

"My Council is a mockery of power and political agenda. They were as gods and now they are nothing but a corruption, a disease. One I intend to remedy shortly."

"When you…return to your true self. Which is what exactly?"

"A vampire."

"Bullshit. If you were just a vampire I could have dropped you before. It's like my compulsion didn't work at all on you."

"Not entirely, no."

"But it worked a little?"

"It made me hesitate. In time, as you grow into your power, you will be able to control me as you controlled your hoard earlier."

"I can barely make your girlfriend go down for a minute or two. I highly doubt I can play vampire marionette with whatever your whole deal is."

"Does it bother you? My lineage?"

Beca leaned back, her head tipping to rest against the wall. Did it bother her? Demons were no more trustworthy than vampires. The things they did, they way they influenced people…good people….

"Honestly? I don't know. Demons aren't known for their humanity."

"I can appreciate your candor, in truth vampires aren't exactly fond of them either."

"Yeah? So how did you come to be?"

"Mother was a bit of a rebel."

Beca smiled a little at that and pulled her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. It was clear Aubrey admired that quality in her mom.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?"

"I suppose it doesn't."

"So why are you really doing this? A few hours ago you were dressed for your own funeral and nearly a skeleton. Now…wait where did you get those clothes?"

Aubrey looked at her evenly, waiting for Beca's eyes to meet her own. The necromancer expected to the golden tinge of hunger, maybe even the red she had seen before but Aubrey's eyes remained a soft green. 

"I took them from someone that no longer needed them. And as to why I have had a change of heart…"

Her gaze drifted from Beca to Chloe, one shoulder raising in a half shrug. Beca watched Aubrey's face soften and change as she looked at the other woman still sleeping. 

"Because she believes it is the right thing to do. You are right about demons, and I let that rage and destruction spread within me for many centuries before I found another way. Before she taught me another way. I could never have loved Harun if she had not first taught me to be something other than just another savage monster."

"You know there are soap operas with less plot twists than your origin story, right?"

"What is 'soap opera'?"

"Bud, we have got to get you caught up on the times. Here…try…this."

Beca dug around in her pocket and pulled out the cell phone she hadn’t had any use for in days. Who would she call? And where would she tell them to find her? She had no idea where the hell she even was. It took a minute to pull up the youtube app and hand it to Aubrey.

"See the symbol here?"

"This small looking glass?"

"Looking glass. Wild. Yes, that symbol. You can use these letters down here to type in a topic and it will return a bunch of video results."

"Videeoh?"

"Here I'll show you. What interests you?"

"Do you know the Harley?"

"Harl…well that was unexpected but okay let's go with that."

She quickly tapped in Harley Davidson into her search and handed the blonde the phone.

"Touch the first one."

The vampire gingerly tapped the screen the way she had seen Beca do it and jerked back when the image started to move.

"Sorcery! Who has trapped these men in this box??"

"Technology. Which is pretty much sorcery. And they aren't trapped, this is like…a memory of these guys. See? You can replay it." 

Aubrey took the phone hesitantly, holding it gingerly as if afraid she would be sucked into it along with the men on motorcycles. Beca watched her touch the screen again and jump slightly when the video started again.

"Does this…technology oracle show other memories of the Harley?"

"Tap the next one on the list."

"What wonderous magic! You must be a powerful necromancer indeed."

"You can find most of the world's known information these days on devices like that but mostly people use them to watch videos of animals being cute."

"Many people have learned this magic?"

"Lady, you might be the only one that doesn't know this magic. Here let me find you a history of the world since- let's say the industrial revolution. Should catch you up to speed enough. Here put this in your ear."

"The memory has sound!"

"Stop proving to me that vampires can be adorable. You're supposed to be mean, soulless monsters."

Aubrey scowled with a firm nod. "Yes. Monstrous."

"Totally not helping your case but okay. You watch these and I'll just close my eyes a few."

"That would be wise Beca Mitchell. You'll need your strength and energy for running soon enough."

Beca half snorted at that and got as comfortable as she could leaning back against the wall. Her eyes drifted close and she gave a soft grunt almost asleep already. 

"Story of my life."

[firstkanaphans]

Please share you ayeakk recs 👀 thank you and happy holidays!

Hiii! Unfortunately, I have not had as much time to read lately as I would like, but these are some of my absolute favorites:

Conquest of Spaces by Inrainbowz | Words: 8641 | Rating: Teen & Up

Everyone needs to read this fic! Like seriously. It's part of a collection of BL oneshots that the author calls "The Ace Agenda" and it is a large part of the reason that I headcanon Akk as demisexual. There's never enough ace rep in fics and this one is so wonderfully written.

hot summer flare, caught us right in by spilledmilkwaterfall | Words: 4512 | Rating: Explicit

Ayan finds porn on Akk's computer. Shenanigans ensue. Akk and Ayan are wonderfully in character and this fic navigates how awkward it is as a teenager to both want and ask for sex. Highly recommend!

What a Mess by KeeperoftheCottage | Words: 2340 | Rating: Explicit

Sometimes Ayan has fantasies too! And sometimes they're about Akk holding him down on a judo mat. This fic is so fun and so them and honestly, it was a missed opportunity for the show to not give us more sexy time judo action.

If you're looking to read more AkkAyan fics, I would also recommend following the automated AO3 feed I set up. New fic notifications will come straight to your dash and it has made it a lot easier for me to find stuff to read.

I hope this helps! And happy holidays to you as well!

[scary-monsters]

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