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mercityart · 2 years

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So, I've been thinking and I wanna do a creepypasta x y/n type thing, if y'all could send requests n stuff that'd be awesome. For now tho, let's start simple.

Tw: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

WHAT TYPE OF LOVER THEY ARE.

Toby- ooooh boy buckle up for this one. Toby is extremely sweet, almost sickeningly so if we are being honest. However, he does have really bad episodes. Toby has many mental issues, some being schizophrenia and bpd(borderline personality disorder), along with bipolar. His mood can switch so quick and violently it's nauseating. He has episodes he has little to no memory of and severely struggles with self harm, eating disorders and much more. He does not mean to hurt himself and/or others. He tries his best to treat you like a prince/princess/royalty/etc. He loves to take you on hikes and anything physically active and outside, always having far too much energy. He's the type of lover who will carry you on his back or shoulders if you are too exhausted or even hurt. Speaking of which, never tell him you are hurt or gods forbid it's the end of the world. He will baby tf outta you. He's the true definition of "golden retriever boyfriend". Although I see him more as a rednecks bullybreed in my opinion. Sweet, smiley, overly energetic, smart but super ditzy but will bite someone if told to, forever loyal. During episodes where he's super down just rub his back and hum to him, don't force him to do stuff and take everything at one miniscule step at a time, instead of thinking "just take a shower then rest before something else" think "ok, turn on the water, see how far you can go and if you are too tired that's ok, I'll help you, if you just don't wanna, that's ok I'm here let's watch or listen to music". Honestly he just needs a lot more love. He will be protective, playful and always willing to help. A good boy.

Tim- Oh dear Thanatos give me strength. This man is such a softy for his lover(s). He has such a gruff exterior and will always display it, however, when it comes to you that'll soften significantly. You are baby. That's that. He will treat you as his equal, always. This is good and bad though as he will forget that you aren't used to the shit he goes through as the unfortunate victim of the Operator. Don't get me wrong, he will eventually realize but it takes his brain a lil bit of calibrating first. For example, he can say something super insensitive then after a few minutes he's all, "aw shit, darlin I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that, are you ok? What I meant was-" He tries his damnedest I swear, he's just a mentally ill southern man, he ain't the brightest at times but he tries. Now, he can have a temper but rest assured it's unlikely he'll ever lay a hand on you, some other poor soul? Maybe, but definitely not you. He may slam a door or stomp about but he won't even breathe on you. Sometimes though, after a really rough day he can end up in a screaming match with you, but he'll try and make up for it like crazy. Breakfast in bed, more per names, maybe an "I love you" he seldom gives, hell he may even slow dance with you in the kitchen while you guys make food. This mf do be making dad jokes like crazy, he's toughen up a lot since marble hornets but he's still Tim. He's a goofball at times. And let's not forget whats also not battery powered. Cue the music. He loves sitting out on the porch or the windowsill strumming at his guitar or ukalele while writing lil lyrics, later presenting you with his song once it's finished. Also, he gives the best hugs, we love our strong short chubby king.

Brian- look at this hunk of a man. He is like a mix of Tim and Toby. He's smart, calculating, absolutely charming, but he can also be tough, silly and oh so caring. He will always throw around jokes and give the biggest smug grin afterwards showing his gorgeous smile(the cute Lil tooth gaaap) He loves to pick you up and swing you around with his big strong arms. Actually, he loves showing off for you in general when he can. He's really fit, constantly working out, but it's a bit unhealthy, hence why he's so obviously muscular. He doesn't eat a healthy amount and excercises too much, unlike Tim who is just as strong bit looks less fit. This man is the definition of a highschool Jock except he's actually super fucking smart. Now, be aware he's a psychology major, he can be very quite at times and is able to analyze every move you make. He is extremely protective, at times to the point of possessiveness but sometimes it's as though he couldn't really give af. He is an absolute beast of a man, he will use his extreme height, broadness and muscle mass to his advantage. However he is so soft with you. If y'all fight though he is not going to hesitate to pick you up and put you over his shoulders, put you somewhere soft and quiet and then leave for a few hours to cool down. He isn't prone to violence but be careful, if he snaps he blacks out and even Tim would panic in that scenario. He does do everything he can in his power to prevent this from happening, taking medication, smoking weed, going on a long hike, taking anger out on trees, etc. Tbh him and Tim are like dads.

Jeff- Jeff, oh boy. Now, he is definitely a lil rat bastard, as most short trans men(such as myself) are, but xe's not as bad as you may think. Honestly he likely will treat you like a best friend. It will make some morbid jokes, smoke with you if you want, do some stupid shit like vandalism, he don't give af. Xe is very into alternative fashion and music, if you enjoy doing makeup and all sorts of artsy stuff count him in. He won't hesitate to put you in a headlock btw. He will 100000% throw you around and wrestle with you for shits n giggles. It is also, surprisingly a hopeless romantic. He may act all cool on the outside, or at least try, but xe honestly is all heart eyes at the smallest bs. He is so supportive in his own way, saying stuff like "babe, I promise you, you have the absolutely fffffffffattest ass I have ever seen. You is THICC!" Also, please please please pleeeeease call xem "baby boy", "handsome" or even "bunny", he will absolutely melt, and do this while playing with it's hair while he's sitting down playing on his phone between your legs while yet on the couch? Aaaagbkghklg. This man will do anything you want istg. Also, hope you like dogs bc he's got two. Smile dog(aka smiles) and smiley. I know. So creative right? It didn't want to rename them after finding them so he just stuck with it, but he dies tend to call smiles princess though. Also, will absolutely make you his favorite food growing up that his madre made growing up, empanada.

Liu- ah, big mans. Oooooweeeeee. Liu's side is very reserved and quiet. They will kiss your palms and watch you all puppy like when you talk. He isn't huge on talking as he found with Sully it leads to more arguing. He is a body mods artist so if you want tattoos, pricings, etc. You bet he's doing em. Any price of you he modifies he will kiss oh so sweetly, however, they prefer to reserve kisses for spots you dislike about yourself or past scars to remind you how much he loves and appreciates you. He loves to be big spoon but they prefers you two facing each other equally giving affection so he can see how you melt into him while you also can see just how much he cares about you. Due to their job he does get some big bucks so you better love being absolutely soiled and pampered. Anything you show even the slightest smidge of interest towards is yours now. Also, please do his makeup if you do yours in the morning. Having you sit in their lap doing eyeshadow while he rubs your sides his so therapeutic for him. Extremely gentle giant, his issue is they have a hard time communicating and shuts down when confronted. The best time way to deal with an issue is through notes. He likes to pass notes to one another before speaking and agreeing to a solution fully. They don't usually outwardly show if he's upset, but trust me, you will know. Sully doesn't keep his mouth shut ever.

Sully- Sully is very different from Liu. He's very outgoing and brutally honest, extremely blunt and talkative. He will be extremely wary of you at first, and he has severe, and I mean severe, commitment issues. They'll eventually come around though. They love to show you off, constantly holding you up on a shining pedistle for all to see. He likes to hype you tf up. They also love to dance with you, please dance to some Spanish music with them, it'll make their heart race. He also will give you so so so many kisses if you do anything to honor his heritage as his mother is Latina and he grew up around his Mexican family and even lived in Mexico part of his life growing up. If you sing porque te vas to him he will absolutely smother you with kisses. His favorite food was for sure tamales whilst Liu preferred mole.

Otis- Now, Otis is extremely reserved and can come off as cold when he's not masking. He does card though. She just has a hard time showing it he's not huge on giving physical affection or verbal. He typically shows his love through handmade gifts. He does enjoy cuddling on the couch after a rough day though. They don't hate physical or verbal affection, but growing up he was forced to give affection when he didn't want to and was more often shown "affection" through violence, not to mention she's worried that whatever you are wearing will set off their sensory issues. Otis will 10000% shut down if in a argument, but if anyone threatens him or puts hand on them, she will kick their ass no matter what. Otis is a big boy and exhibits behavior very similar to that of a cat. Her favorite thing to do is to sketch, draw, or paint you when you aren't paying attention. He just loves the way you look and the emotions he feels when observing the work they've created. On a really bad day the best thing for you two to do is take a bath bubble bath together surrounded by yummy smelling candles, ambient lighting, and of course having your skin touch hers. She loves the way your skin feels but hates clothes, if he had it her way he'd never wear clothes but sadly society says otherwise. Their thought process is(as is mine) nothing is innapropriate unless someone makes it innapropriate.

Jack (E.J.)- This man is very cold. He doesn't comprehend emotions as much as he used to before the incident. He loves observing you and trying to determine what emotions he is feeling in that moment. He is extremely blunt and anilitical, always saying whatever he is thinking to say. He struggles with having mercy on your emotions. He does apologize and feel guilty when he finds out it made you feel negatively and is always willing to learn and work things out. He wants you to feel safe, comfortable and loved with him. He believes he is a hard person to love due to his situation, believing he is a hideous monster. He severely lacks confidence and it takes a long time for him to even give you a peak at his skin, nevermind not wear his mask around you. He believes you are the most gorgeous person in exhistence and wholeheartedly believes it. He struggles a lot with his hair and it's very damaged. Jack, prior to the incident was a black man and as such his hair was extremely thick and had a super tight curl pattern. Now he typically keeps it straight, please teach him how to take care of his hair, he loves his natural hair but no one taught him how to take care of it as he was adopted by a racist white family growing up as a teen. give him some locks, cornrows, extensions, box braids, hell, teach him how to keep his hair in a natural state while styling. He loves you touching him and you doing his hair not only boosts his confidence but also is extremely therapeutic for him and he views it as romantic and affectionate. He loves to take care of you and you taking care of him makes his heart swell with love. This man is extremely loving, he won't be too clingy or overbearing, he respects your boundaries. He's simply content with the fact you don't hate or fear him. He does like to sneak up on you though. The little noises that come out of your mouth when you notice his large frame towering over you suddenly is both adorable and hilarious. You are his little rabbit, his mate, his lover, what more can I say?

For more scenarios and characters pls simply comment or send me it privetly as an ask or message.

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novaauster · 6 months

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HELLOOOO LETS KILL OURSELVES OVER HERINES HARASAEON. evil of you to do this when im hungover i already almost teared up literally just seeing kiva have her own character tag. like those are my babies from my silly little head and people are creating beautiful things for them!!!! insanity. let's go:

"I just needed a plot device in order to make that boy talk about his feelings bc he only does it if he's homicidal or inebriated" another horrible day fighting the hella-rin allegations

"She never touches his skin, only his scalp, only when doing his hair." fuck the hangover i need a DRINKKK

ama. my best worldbuilding addition by far but also my mortal enemy

"Rin wants to venture into the realm of the gods, find which one is responsible for time, and hold a knife to its throat. He’d force it to turn back the hourglass and eat his words. He’d get on his knees before it and tell it that time itself, and every word spoken, and every word unspoken, must bend to the queen." this whole thing is quite literally some of my favourite writing of all time this is insane this is tattooed onto every inch of my skin i preach this from street corners i spray paint it on buses i-

THE WITCH HAS SHORT HAIR? INTERESTING

they're all so formal lmaoooo. down with monarchy but my harasaeons are okay ig

DRAKO AND AKILA MENTIONED IN A FIC INCIDENT 2 DEAD ONE STILL WRITING LETTERS

"He was born as an apology and he lives the life of a paragon. He likes to be responsible." nova your days are numbered. when i catch you

YOU EQUATED KIVA'S INFLUENCE ON THE PROCEDURE TO SUNLIGHT WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF. AND ALL THE LANGUAGE REGARDING SHADOW/DARKNESS WITH RIN. MY LAST STRAW

"Her hand brushes a strand of hair back behind his ear, and he hears, more than feels, the kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life

KIVA OBEYS. I CANT DO THIS

clean clay is such a fun addition i love that. also love how official you made the practise of witchcraft bc that's EXACTLY what i want from it like it's literally like talking to any other medical professional

"He spends his time in the sunlight of the library, Kidaro napping on the windowsill, with political treatises, historical scrolls, and the occasional epic poem spread out around him like a hurricane, a method to its madness. He enjoys it. He was always a child with his head in the clouds. He does miss music, though. The palace can get quiet" MY BABY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

RIN IS THE OBEDIENT ONE. KIVA OBEYS. DOG MOTIF HARASAEON IS THE BULLET IN THE GUN IM HOLDING

HELPPPPPP MARY IS KINDA GAGGING HIM HERE LMFAO I LOVE HER

HE TOLD HER ABOUT LILLA????? KING PUT THE VODKA DOWNNNNNNNNNN

"Royal blood, good for nothing but animal feed." NOVA. WHEN. I. CATCH. YOU

AND HE CANNOT ASK DRAKO. THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE MAATUI BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WILLEM IS SOMETHING THEY CANT MAKE PEACE WITH

'would you still love me if I was a worm?' caught me SOO OFF GUARD IM CACKLING I CANT BELIEVE YOU ADDED THAT

"Rin had created a ten-step plan for the event that one of them met the same fate." HES SUCH A NERD I WOULD KILL FOR HIM

memory so bad i actually checked my kuserian dictionary bc i was like 'oooo ghost being translated to death-shadow is cool why dont i remember that' girl....

HAMMARIIIIIIIII. the way even her name made my stomach flip. what if i cried

got too immersed in the procedure and forgot to live react oops

"he would do anything if it meant he was doing it right" "It’s just that a firstborn is a war. A firstborn is a hurricane with a thousand buzzing wings. It is an omen seared into the back of all their necks, it is once-in-a-generation, it is a gift from the gods. And Rin is not one."

DID YOU. DID YO UFCKNING PUT EPIC OF GILGAMESH IN THIS. DIIIIID YOU FUCKING DO THAHFT. HOW LONG IS THE EYE ABLE TO LOOK AT THE SUN FROM THE VERY BEGINNING NOTHING AT ALL HAS LASTED HE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING IN THE STORY OF GODS AND KINGS YOU WERE DEAD BEFORE THE INK DRIED

drako's first thought only being to ask 'will you be okay'. frankly i cant take much more. is this how you guys feel when i talk about them because this is AWFUL

"There were myths, in the burnt edges of the kingdom, that said that there were only ever two Harasaeons. The queen and the heiress, switching places in a cycle like night and day. Hammari and Kiva, two stages of the same life, the snake’s egg and the hummingbird. And then, their reincarnations, Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP

the philisophical conversation. is love a form of magic. the chasm of his birth. im going to GET YOU

"Please, Ama. You don’t have to love me anymore. Just remember how it felt when you did." THROWING UP BLOOD

that was. im a changed person i need 3-5 business days to think about this i need to call my mum i need to get drunk i need a fantasy witch to cut my tits off

omg hi!!! so true herines harasaeon group suicide girls night <3 and kiva has made her ao3 debut! she's girlbossing she's literally a debutante she is the queen of all time. yeah

-the witch does have short hair! she's from the east (where the monsters are) and yknow I figure that her powers are used for medicine, but if she didn't have all the safety things put in place (no sunlight, careful runes and careful chants) and just went hogwild on a monster she could basically Shigaraki that thing. monster hunting is her side hustle tbh

-the formal speech was fun for me idk. watched too much BBC Victoria with my mom and now I gasp like a gossiping old lady when I write the phrase "You have my permission to withdraw" bc it's SUCH a power-play it's so good.

-my days might be numbered but so are Rin's

-sunlight and shadow motif with nuance is always sm fun. me when characters are bright and carcinogenic. me when characters are invisible, shadows dogging their own steps, silent and beaten-down and elegant all the same. yeah

-“I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life too tbh, that's the line that really clicked the whole fic in place for me. kiva loves him but not enough to change him. baby boy good luck taking care of yourself. etc

-dog motif harasaeons you will always be famous

-clean clay and also the oldest sigils Mary paints on Rin are cuneiform if that wasn't clear. mesopotamian aesthetic goes hard

-Mary DOES kinda gag Rin lmao. she's literally so Kanut-coded I can't stand her. she's like 'i won't throw hands with a child but i will permanently invert his worldview with some moderately harsh words and also disrespect the queen if it means showing him that there's someone who supports his evolution wholeheartedly'

-he cannot ask drako!!! grief is something the harasaeons can't stand i think. kiva ignores rin like an open would because she grieves him and lilla. willem is given the same treatment

-"would you still love me if i was a worm" is a tonal shift I wasn't sure about but I think it works. something about siblings defaulting to poking fun at each other when they can't stand the truth. their love must go either unspoken or mocked. they can only survive it with a little humor and a little grace

-rin is the nerd of all time and i love him for it

-i'm gonna be so real death-shadow meaning ghost is something i stole wholesale from Mando'a. like the language for star wars mandalorians. but yknow what the concept fucks hard and george lucas doesn't own the literal mistranslations of his peripheral conlangs

-"It’s just that a firstborn is a war." harasaeons when they have to decide between an insane warmongering eldest daughter and literally anyone else

-yes i did put the epic of gilgamesh in there. yes i was browsing Amazon Goodreads for good quotes in the middle of my economics class. dw about it

-drako asking 'will you be okay' IS how we feel when you drop the saddest lore of all time on us unprompted, yeah x

-Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." me when Rin ending the cycle could have been construed as a positive ending to the cycle of generational trauma and violence but instead it is a betrayal to his heritage

-"is love a form of magic" is also one of the central lines of the piece. i wanted to show the deep childlike core of Rin's pain. Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend cause I hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you I thought good guys get to be happy I'm not happy. etc. you know how it is

tysm!!!!

#tbosposting on main

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redphienix · 8 months

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my style of using tumblr has pretty much always been "follow people who make or post stuff you like" and then "ONLY unfollow people who post stuff that upsets / flashes red flags of things you don't like/agree with"

meaning that over time my dash has evolved far beyond my "humble interests" into an incredible collage of interests far outside of my wheelhouse- but all posted by people I find pleasant or positive or otherwise enjoyable to see and I fucking love it here.

I love seeing sonic like once a day- I'm not a sonic fan- I fucking love seeing all the silly or wholesome or badass sonic stuff sonic fans love- I love their love, it's fucking awesome.

I love seeing people rambling about star trek and adventure time- I don't know a fucking thing about either but I fucking EAT THAT SHIT UP because you're hype about it!

I love getting so much art on my dash it's crazy- from a billion fandoms and EVEN BETTER! FROM A BILLION DIFFERENT INDIVIDUALS WHO MAKE THEIR OWN ORIGINAL STUFF!!!! LOVE IT!!!

my dash is ever changing, both because I continue to add and subtract people, but also because the people I've decided to keep- many of which for many- many years at this point- are ever changing.

I like seeing what sparks interest next and where we are all going together on this random instance of the internet :)

My own little windowsill I come to hang out and look out of, with people of all kinds living their lives out there.

tumblr can be neat.

#my posts

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sidhewrites · 7 months

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Fourteen! (forteen? 14.) I am legally required to include Ruby in every single writing project I make ever, and this is no different. I hope you like my misanthropic bibliophile :0

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It's Josie's idea to research the guy possessing my cat. She texted me a little after breakfast to meet up at the library and see if we can find any record of this Magnus guy. I would rather do literally anything else, honestly, but I'm starting to think my best bet is to just do what she says at this point, especially with how suspicious I am of my cat's every move.

I watch Renfield closely, phone in hand, ready to record any odd behavior, but he seems to be back to his normal kitty self -- for now. He waddles around, sniffing at his salmon pate before lapping it up with as many nasty slurping sounds as possible. Then he makes his way over to the litter box before finally trundling up the little ramp to his bed on the windowsill

He paused, looking at the view. For a second, I think Magnus is back. I picture Renfield's head turning around like in the exorcist, and opening his mouth to speak backwards. But nothing happens. He just adjusts his position, lays down, and starts to snore.

I shouldn't be so on edge right now. It's my cat. I've had him for five years now. I know his routine by heart. I can translate his meows to know if he wants a treat or wants pets.

With a sigh, I text Josie back. I don't want to go to the library, or research, or do any of this. I shouldn't have to do any of this. I want my cat back, but I still drag my feet on the way out the door.

Let the record show, however, that I'm not scared of the Sutton University Library.

True, its old and creepy, and I always feel like I’m being watched the second I walk through the door, but that’s because it’s one of the oldest buildings in town. I only avoid it because I'm not the biggest fan of research, and, also, [something punchy and silly]. During Sutton’s mining boom, an old rich widow moved in with her only child and commissioned a place for her hundreds of books. For the longest time, it doubled as a school house for local kids, not that she ever taught anyone. Legend says that she was so scary that she made kids cry just by looking at them. Kids wrote in their journals that she could even turn you to stone.

According to legend, she died when a bookcase in the basement fell over on her, and crushed her. Even if her daughter later sold the building to the municipality, legend says that the Librarian never left, and she still reshelves books in the night to this day.

I don’t think that’s the case, honestly. Or. I didn’t. I’m starting to doubt myself which I kind of hate since being overconfident and stupid has always been my thing.

But I'm not about to start acting different just because of a little thing like my whole world view being shaken. No, I waltz right in through the old doors, pleased as punch, and look to my right. Josie, done up in all black with a spiky leather duster vest, follows in my footsteps with far less gusto. "Do you even know where you're going?"

I wish I had the right to be offended. I really wish I did. But it's not like I'm known for being bookish and worldly. "The microfiche is down in basement level two," I inform her confidently, with only the slightest hint of bitterness, and head on to the stairs. There's an elevator, but it was installed over fifty years ago, and no matter how many annual [ safety exams] it's passed, I wouldn't trust that thing with a coffee mug, much less my own life.

So we take the stairs down into the depths of the old building, past the first landing and its creepy door, and down to the second. The doors seem to close on their own, and seem determined to creak no matter how much WD40 they slather on the hinges, so we enter the basement with a low, ominous groan.

"This place is creepy," Josie says.

"Ayup."

I make myself waltz in, carefree and unbothered, because, even if ghosts are apparently now real and also have been all along, this creepy basement is neither haunted nor supernatural. It's just creepy.

[Transition]

The librarian down here is tall, and gorgeous in that way that feels dangerous. High cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and a gaze that says she'd murder me for thinking too loud.

"You're back," she says,

[stuff]

"Uh, Kaz, who are you talking to?"

"Miss Lark. She's in charge of the historical records?" I feel like if anyone knew [the historical librarians] by name, it should have been Josie, not me.

She gives me a look.

[Rambles about the librarian] and oh my god, she's a ghost, isn't she?"

Josie purses her lips.

I look to the librarian. She's looking at me like my very presence offends her, but, to be fair, that's sort of always how she looks at me. "So..."

"Did you want something?" the librarian asks. Or, I suppose, the Librarian with a capital L.

“Uh,” I say, because I’m very cool in the face of uncertainty. “Did I ever get your name?”

The Librarian gives me a look. I kind of want to die on the spot, but I think i would only end up haunting this place with her for eternity.

“Microfiche?” Josie whispers.

Why couldn’t she have been the one to be able to see and talk to ghosts? I don’t want this responsibility.

Researching is as painful as always. You'd think that trying to find the guy possessing my cat would keep

“Hey look at this one,” Josie says, and steps back to let me see the obituary of Magnus Sunthorpe, one of the earlier residents of Sutton, who funded a lot of the town’s growth. He was extremely rich, with six children. Apparently it was a freak logging accident that got him, while they were felling trees to clear space for the mine entrance. He would be dearly missed, claims the writer, but I had my doubts.

“You think he’s our guy?” I ask. “He might not be the only Magnus who lived here.”

“No, but I think it’s worth a shot. so far he’s the only one who fits the bill. Of course, this would be much easier if we could ask someone who knows more than we do.” She gives me a pointed look.

“What?” I ask.

She raises her brows, then sighs and spells it out for me. “The librarian?”

“Oh. Uh.” feel the blood drain from my face at the idea. “Not another seance though, right? We’re not gonna….?” I make a few obscure gestures that hopefully get across the process of setting up candles and raising the dead.

[Josie talks her into it]

I feel like I’m back in grade school all of a sudden, being stared down at by my evil history teacher in tenth grade. The Librarian clearly hears me approaching, since she very pointedly picks up another book and slowly puts it back on the shelf. I briefly wonder what this must look like to Josie, then wonder if ghosts have the power of murdering people based off vibes alone.

“Um,” I say. “Uh.” My mouth is dry, and suddenly my head is too filled with thoughts that can’t quite form into words. It takes more than a little effort to clear my throat and try again. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

She stops, book in one hand, eyes still on the shelf where it belongs.

“Hi. My name is Kaz. I think you already knew that, but, uh, you know. Thanks for all those times you helped me find the right book for my research papers.” It was part of the urban legend, I realize now. She leads you to the shelf that has the book you need, then disappears when you aren’t looking. Frankly I just thought that’s what librarians are like. She never made much sound walking, but I do my best to silence my footsteps whenever I’m down here as it is. "So, I kind of need your help now, too. We're trying to find a specific guy. See, I think my friend's cat got possessed by a ghost. Um. Spirit. Uh..." I swallow hard, and gesture awkwardly to Josie behind me.

She waves, and shoots me a look that says she's as entirely at a loss as I am.

"Jose," I whisper, as if the Librarian can't hear me. "Is it rude to call them ghosts to their faces?"

She shrugs and gesticulates in a way that really emphasizes that, yes, she is as much at a loss as I am.

Right. Cool. Cool, I'm so cool.

But by the time I turn around, the Librarian is turning into one of the poorly lit aisles, and I stumble to catch up to her. I feel like I'm losing my mind. The Librarian had helped me out a hundred times before. Her outfit was vaguely vintage, or retro, or something, but it was far from unusual in a college town like this. She never exactly walked through walls or floated a few inches off the ground.

Wait.

I glance down. No, she's indeed walking around like a normal human would, with pants and shoes and everything.

Thank god I was looking at her feet, because she makes no sound as she pulls to a stop, and I manage to just barely fall short of walking into her. Through her? Fuck, man, I don't know. She gives me a pointed look, and nods at the shelf in front of her.

"Is that the droid we're looking for?"

Her already sour expression turns angry.

"Star Wars? No?"

[Brief conversation]

"It's not that I can't speak," she says, and a cold wave of dread shoots down my spine. It's her voice that gives her away -- a strange, whispery voice that sounds as much like a woman as it does a stack of papers rustling in the wind. "I just hate people." The flickering light goes out entirely, plunging me into darkness for juts a second. When it returns, I'm alone.

The filing box falls off the shelf with a thud.

I jump back with a shriek, and a ghostly Shhhh! echoes out of the shadows.

"Kaz?" Josie rounds the corner, walking slowly. Like she's been following the whole time. "Are you okay? What happened?"

I vaguely remember that when it comes to the supernatural, time can be wonky. If that's truly the case, I'd like to throw the towel in now. That's it, universe. I'm haunted, I'm seeing ghosts, and now I entered into some weird afterlife dimension where no time passed in the real world. I'm done, and I want to go to bed. But instead of saying all that, I point to the overturned box at my feet, and say, "Ghost box."

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not-another-robin · 2 years

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Alright @t4tbruharvey asked for both Cassie and Alfred so we're GETTING both Cassie and Alfred <3 <3 this time Cass! Forgive me I don't know too much canon info about her, if anyone has comic recs lmk! I'm also gonna skip a few cuz I just don't know enough for it

favorite thing about them

I love that she's allowed to be a scary urban legend!! Her costume rocks and she was never (to my knowledge) kiddie or sidekick-ified, you look at her like wow that's the mf Batman! She's a young girl but thats a fucking Batman if I ever saw it! I'm also a sucker for characters who look like they could kill you because they absolutely can, but at the end of the day they're sweeties <3

least favorite thing about them

Mmmm idk, I kinda think the idea of "the language parts of her brain were developed into fighting parts!1!1" is um. Dumb ajdbwjs like it's just that DC brand of making science shit up, it's hilarious but it's a little silly for Cass. But I do like the idea that she communicates differently in general, I think having her speak in sign language is cool (she's more comfortable speaking with her body because that's what she is wired to focus on) or she has abbreviated speech, I think it would just be a neat bit of rep to have a very capable hero speak non-traditionally.

BroTP

I love her and Dick bonding over Eldest Daughter syndrome together despite neither of them being those things. I just think they'd have a fun dynamic, spine shatteringly capable but also in a silly and goofy mood. They paint each other's nails and watch YouTube commentary videos

OTP

I actually don't ship her with anyone! I just don't know which characters interact with her/are in her age range. Plus she strikes me as a lil aro/ace on vibes alone.

random headcanon

Animals really like her! Like, to a noticeably odd degree. When she walks around Gotham she gets lovingly accosted by like multiple crows. The geese in the Wayne pond only answer to her. There are multiple stray cats she knows by name and come by to be fed at her windowsill. Damian is a little jealous and wants her to teach him her ways, but she always just shrugs.

song i associate with them

My first thought was Escapism from Steven Universe :") baby Cass energy

favorite picture of them

Again I havent read her comics but a quick scroll through Pinterest produced great results. Also bonus I LOVE this interaction between her and also

#batman #dc comics #cassandra cain #black bat #narspeaking

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wherethelilacsbloom · 2 years

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Chapter Three

It was raining on the morning of August 3rd. The Scottish saw rain on a wedding day as a sign of good luck and financial prosperity. Nola had read that once in a book. It would have mattered if any of them had been Scottish. Being of French descent, rain on her wedding day was just rain on her wedding day. It also meant that her photophobic fiance was guaranteed to show up.

Nola fidgeted, tugging at the sleeves of her dress and adjusting a train that didn’t need adjusting. It seemed silly to be this dressed up for a wedding in her own tea room. Chandice, the Jamaican woman who’d worked for them since before Nola could remember, threatened to tie her hands behind her back to keep her still. It felt normal, and sad, to hear Chandice tease her. But it might be one of the last times, and she sniffed heavily against the building tears.

She had the room memorized, but it was comforting to take one more look around her bedroom. It was empty now, aside from her bed, but the hints of her existence there were still clear; the crack in the window from Daniel’s late night pebble tossing, the carvings in her windowsill from the fountain pen she used. There were scuff marks on the floor from her shoes and grooves from her chair. All of the evidence that she had lived there and grown there. She wondered what would be done with that room when she was gone.

How ridiculous! Nola forced herself to laugh, earning a curious glance from Chandice. She would come back, eventually. It was silly to think as though she were dying and never returning. No more dramatics, Nola. Life goes on. Giving herself a firm nod, she squared her shoulders and allowed Chandice to wind her hair into an updo that was popular, but that her curls tended to object to. Chandice was always able to make her hair behave when she needed to.

Augustus told her they were silly superstitions, but the question still ate at her. Chandice had been on the island for a long time, and always had a way of knowing things that Nola didn’t. Chandice was wise and had common knowledge that Nola seemed to lack, even as she grew older. Every conversation with her seemed to be a lesson, and oftentimes the lesson was given with exasperation and even a little haughtiness that she had to explain some basic survival skills to another person. But Chandice loved Nola, regardless, and Nola often thought that she would never be able to properly repay her maid for everything she’d taught her.

“Chandice?” Nola asked slowly, feeling very much like a child again. The older woman hummed her response. “A woman mentioned something to me at the market the other day. About Mr. Withering. She said there were rumors.”

“You should ask your father about that.” Chandice said shortly, tugging at a curl to make it stay in place.

“I did do that, but he was–well–vague. Have you heard anything?”

“If you spent half as much time getting to know your neighbors as you do running about with that boy,” Nola felt her accusing eyes on her face, “you’d already have the answer to your question. For years, I’ve been saying you must get our head out of the clouds and back into reality. Haven’t I?” Nola pressed her lips together, having learned as a child that arguing never ended well for her.

“Catholics are so superstitious.” Chandice murmured.

“What are the rumors, Chandice?” The older woman cringed.

“It’s not my place.”

“Yes, it is. I’m asking.” Nola grasped her hand, pleading with her eyes.

“They’re just stories. They’ve been around for years, but–they say he’s something, not quite human.” Nola felt her face fall.

“That’s a rude rumor,” she commented. “Is it because of the way he looks?” Chandice shrugged. “Well, that is just…cruel.” But something in Chandice’s eyes told Nola that the older woman might hold some merit to the stories.

“Marry on a Monday for health,

A Tuesday for wealth,

A Wednesday for the best day of all,

A Thursday for crosses,

A Friday for losses,

And Saturday for no luck at all,” Nola recited to herself as Chandice adjusted a veil trimmed with blue and pink roses on her head. Superstitious, indeed.

Tobias was not thrilled about the idea of a Catholic ceremony. In fact, he refused flat out to be married in a church. It didn’t bother Nola; most people were married in their homes these days. Although, thinking about it as she walked down the stairs in her heavy bustle, it matched with the rumors.

No. She wasn’t going to think about that. The man was just odd. Nothing more.

He stood, stiff and proper in the tea room, radiating intimidation. It was lucky that Nola was headstrong enough to not be easily intimidated, although her heart rate did kick up a notch. Daniel sat next to the window, looking solemn but supportive. Her father met her at the door and offered his arm, which she took with only a little reluctance.

“You’re lovely,” he whispered to her. She sucked in a breath, nodding her thanks in place of the appropriate words.

Tobias stood next to the clergy from the courthouse where her father worked. The frail, old man had been there since Nola could remember and used to give her bits of chocolate when she had to go there with her father. She had no idea how old he was, but from the shaking of his bony hands and the deep spots that splattered his skin, she’d say he was quite elderly indeed.

Clergy Rogers smiled kindly at her and held his hand out to beckon her forward. Tobias, also, held out his hand and she hadn’t realized how cold her own were until his warmer fingers closed over hers. Tobias, it appeared, was not at all concerned with the superstitions of wedding attire. While his clothes did look somewhat more formal, he still wore black when most of the gentlemen chose gray.

Time seemed to speed up. Nola and Tobias repeated the necessary bible verses (Tobias curled his lip in disgust each time,) and soon the Clergy Rogers produced two rings from within the pocket of his coat. One gold, the smaller one silver. They slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers and then she looked up into his severe face. He was leaning closer slowly. Her mind raced. This would finalize it; the kiss. She tilted her face up and their lips brushed lightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the air, the energy, or a divine force, but as their lips touched, a shock passed between them, like static. She gasped, and when they pulled apart, there was a curious expression on his face.

They were pronounced man and wife, and then were shown into the dining room where breakfast had been laid out for them. Clergy Rogers couldn’t stay, he had city matters to care for. That left Nola, Tobias, Augustus, and Daniel. Chandice was invited to sit with them, but she excused herself. Nola suspected it was so that she wouldn’t be able to see her tear up.

There were no favors, and the meal was quiet. Small talk was made about Tobias’ business endeavors, his home, and the staff he kept. All of these were topics that were only discussed lightly during their courtship, but he spoke more openly about now. As he answered questions asked by both Augustus and Daniel, he seemed to speak only to her, as though he was ready for her to know more about him now that they were legally bound.

The feeling of trepidation that Nola felt as the meal wrapped up could be felt around the room; she could feel the energy get thicker. Tobias rose, announcing the hour and that they ought to be getting going. He offered her his hand, and she found herself only staring at his open fingers for several long seconds before she placed her own within them and stood.

Their goodbyes were hurried; Augustus looked anxious for the first time since he’d introduced her to Tobias. She kissed her father on the cheek, putting on a brave face. Truth be told, she was terrified. She didn’t want to leave her home, but Tobias was tugging on her hand, pulling her toward the door.

Uncomfortable silence filled the carriage during the short ride to Bogan Lane. Nola was sure the sound of her heart pounding against her chest could be heard fairly clearly. The ride only took a few minutes, and far too soon, they were stopped and Tobias was on her side of the carriage, opening the door and offering his hand. Heart lodged firmly in her throat, she grasped his hand and he helped her down onto the ground.

Nola expected silence in the house, but when he opened the front door, there was a small commotion and Nola found herself enveloped by an equally petite body to her own.

“You’re finally here!” The woman pulled away and held Nola at arm’s length. This was a familiar face! Although she’d never actually spoken to Charlotte in person, she saw her more often than she saw Tobias out running errands. “Oh,it’s so good to meet you!” Charlotte had a subtle French accent that was noticeable but still easily understood.

“Hello,” Nola offered weekly.

“Let the girl through the door, will you?” Tobias said gruffly, but there was something affectionate in his voice that she hadn’t heard since she’d met him. A look passed between himself and Charlotte, one that Nola recognized immediately. Tobias thought of Charlotte as a friend, not just a maid. Behind Charlotte were two younger people that Nola did not recognize. They stood back as though nervous to introduce themselves.

“Lucienne, Andre,” Tobias said in his rumbling voice, “I’m pleased to introduce you to my wife, Nola.” The two bowed and curtsied in turn, and Tobias pulled Nola by the hand through the entrance and up a set of stairs. They stopped in a smallish room just off of the staircase that looked to be a former bedroom--turned library. Books lined the walls and surrounded an antique-looking fireplace. Two overstuffed armchairs, separated by a small side table, were positioned in front of it. He beckoned for her to sit in one while he dropped tiredly into the other.

“We have matters to discuss,” he informed her, watching her struggle with the bustle of her gown. “We have some rules in this house. I get the impression that you may be unaccustomed to rules, so allow me to inform you that these are not negotiable.”

“And if I were to break your rules?” Nola found herself challenging him despite her better judgment.

“My trust, Miss Rowan, is not easily won and too easily lost,” he told her, watching her with those dark eyes in a way that made him look older and more tired than he was. “My rules are not complicated and are simple enough to follow. They are for everyone’s safety and it is of utmost importance that you pay them heed. First, the curtains remain closed. I have an–ah–allergy, of sorts, to the sun. The effects are most unpleasant and quite painful.

Second, this is your home now. You are free to come and go as you see fit. I will not limit who you have personal interactions with, nor where you go so long as you are inside this house by nightfall.” He offered her a smirk that looked almost apologetic. “Call me overprotective, but Bogan Lane can sometimes get families of racoons and coyotes and I wouldn’t want you to have an unfortunate run-in with either of them.”

��Is that all?” She asked. She wondered what could have spawned such paranoia in him when their island was generally quite safe and quiet.

“That’s all.”

“Do the others have the same rules?”

“They do. I’m not singling you out, Nola. My concern is for all of our safety.” She was quiet for a long moment before nodding firmly.

“I will do my best to endeavor to follow your rules. They’re not unreasonable.” He gave her a relieved nod, and offered to show her around the rest of the house before leaving her to change and unpack her belongings.

#Vampire #Vampire novel #Novel #Fantasy #Fantasy Novel #Historical fiction #Fiction novel #Arranged marriage #Victorian #Paranormal romance

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the-void-in-general · 2 years

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Plants actually kind of did fix my mental health

HEAR ME OUT, I hated the plant tip too,I wasn't interested in growing things. I dont have green fingers,my room is too shady. You name it, I was just un-fucking-interested

...but a family member gave me a few plants for my room and I thought I'd at least try to keep them alive.

It did not go well.

Most of them died, and then I happened to get MORE plants and I was determined to keep those alive.

Those went... better.

When my plants started dying,I convinced myself it was because of my "bad vibes" (hint: I was actually just depressed and neglected them).

I was convinced my plants found my room uninhabitable bc they were unhappy with the vibes I create, like it had something to do with my very soul.

This was incorrect, BUT I have never tried to be better faster in my life.

I spent more time in my room when I was happy, and content vs when i was upset. I listened to a majority of much better,happier music,stuff that made me feel good or peaceful(music is important to me,and so changing my tastes and just finding stuff that made my brain feel like soft sun really, really helped me). I kept it looking good and feeling fresh.

All to appease a few houseplants on my windowsill.

Many months later this lead to me discovering that I had (unknowingly) helped my own mental health in a few ways:

Spending time in my room made me make it a better space for me. I wanted it to be comfortable for me

To further point 1, I also started getting comfortable with myself. I started to listen to how my brain and body works again,and making accommodations for that, and made peace with who I am. I'm proud of being me again

I stopped the cycle of listening to music that only kept me upset. Yes,listening to sad music when you're sad can be a release of sorts,but it hits a point where it hurts you. By trying to balance my sad music with good music, I felt better.

I kept my room in good condition, mostly bc I was also always in there and I started seeing how bad it was.

Plants also gave me something to focus on and think about when I'd lost all my interests and hobbies(other than any of the stuff I was thinking about on loop) and it felt good to finally be interested in something again.

And also,keeping plants was a good way to practice habits, and it was a good way to monitor my mental state(if my plant care was lacking,so was my self care.)suddenly I was more attentive to the world around me, I paid attention to the weather,what time was best for watering, the sun, all that good stuff and things stopped feeling as,,bleak

Overall, keeping plants didn't work the way everyone said it would. But my silly mindset in believing that I'm somehow a bad person if a plant dies in my care made me change my habits and I'm slowly getting better all the time. I sort of still belive that my plants have to vibe with me and my environment, but I also know there's other reasons it isn't doing well. And sometimes the way my brain has changed hits me, and it makes me smile a little, bc I thought I'd never start getting better.

And I wasn't even a plant person to begin with.

#rant #lots of txt btw #txt #txt post #txtpost #mentalhealth #mental illness #self help #selfcare #healing #plants

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posies4rosie · 2 years

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Tamed (Shapeshifter!Seulgi x Reader)

Synopsis: you befriended the owl that visited you at night, but nope, you didn��t expect to learn that she was actually a shapeshifter.

Includes: absolutely no dialog; awkward interactions with a bird; a wounded bird faceplanting on your bedroom floor; (prolly incorrect) first aid performed on a bird; a word that turned out to be a WoW reference; evil cousins; there’s only one bed; etc

Word count: 1400+

A/N: been toying with the idea of an owl Seulgi since the drop of Feel My Rhythm mv. some inspo struck and I had to get it out of my system so, here’s this rushed weird fic thing as a result. will probably attempt to edit this in the future, I think.

As usual, thank you for reading <3

Feel My Rhythm SOTY probably. also who woulda thought Seulgi and a strawberry would be this deadly a combo??

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The owl perched on your windowsill one autumn night.

It was a magnificent creature, unlike any owl you’ve ever seen.

Its feathers had a greenish hue, dotted with flecks of white. Crown-like feathers adorned the top of its head, giving it a regal aura.

You remembered the first time it happened, finding it trilling curiously as you got ready for bed, startling you.

You tried to shoo it away so you could close the window, but it only tilted its head and looked at you with what seemed to be amusement.

As if an owl could feel amused.

Defeated, you gave up and crawled into bed, hoping that your blankets would keep the autumn chill away.

You found that your windows were closed the next morning. Thinking what happened to be some sort of weird dream, you shrugged it off and continued your day like nothing had happened.

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The owl visited you that night again, watching you as you approached it with caution.

Knowing that trying to shoo it away wouldn’t do anything, instead you did the next logical thing- you tried to pet it.

To your surprise, the owl actually looked like it enjoyed your tentative strokes, leaning into them as if it was some sort of feline.

You’d say you found a new friend after that night, as the owl would occasionally visit you most nights before you went to bed, letting you scritch and ruffle some of its feathers before playfully nipping at your fingers.

What’s strange about it, was that your window would always be closed when you woke up in the morning. Even though you left it open during the night, falling asleep with the owl’s round, golden eyes watching over you.

===

The owl hadn’t visited you for almost a week, and as much as you tried to dismiss the thought, you were still worried.

You’d leave your window open, hoping that it would visit you again, but your window would still remain open as you woke up from your slumber.

However, everything changed for you one night.

It wasn’t bedtime yet, you were getting some work done at your desk when you heard the trill of a bird outside your window, it was one you were very familiar with.

Throwing down your pen, you rushed over to see the owl landing on your windowsill, but it wobbled over and fell on your floor as it did.

Unsure what happened, you scooped it up gently and put it on your bed, then you saw the issue- the owl was hurt.

Some of the blood stained your sheets, planting red flowers in the fabric.

Alarmed by this revelation, you carried it to your bathroom and set it gently in the sink. Rummaging through your cabinet, you found your first aid kit and started to get down to business.

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You found some wounds on its wings, there were also a couple of them scattered all over its body. Just what happened to this creature?

You held up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and explained what it does to the owl. It felt silly, talking to an animal, but you were probably trying to boost your own confidence in doing so, since you were going to perform first aid on a living being that wasn’t yourself.

Its eyes regarded you sternly, as if understanding your words. You held the handle of your toothbrush to its beak, hoping that it would clamp on it, and praying that it wouldn’t try to gouge your eyes out when the pain kicked in.

It seemed to understand your message. It opened its beak, allowing you to slip the handle horizontally into its mouth, shutting them again with a “click” over the plastic, you hoped that it would suffice.

As you cleaned its wounds, it thrashed, but stayed as still as possible. If you weren’t mistaken, the owl knew that you were trying to help, and tried to make your job as smooth as possible.

After cleaning, you applied some ointment onto the wounds and threw the broken toothbrush in the trash. Because the wounds looked like they stopped bleeding, you decided against wrapping them up, not knowing if bandages could affect the bird’s movements.

Putting the first aid kit back, you carried the owl over to your bed and set it down on your pillow. Too tired to change the sheets, you made a mental note to do it the next day.

You also decided to leave the window open, in case the owl wanted to leave in the middle of the night.

Saying good night to the owl, you fell asleep as soon as you crawled under your blanket.

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You woke with a start.

The first thing you did was to look at the window, it was open, meaning the owl didn’t leave while you were sleeping.

While that thought sank in, you were suddenly acutely aware how crowded and warm your bed had become.

Looking to your side, you let out a surprised yelp.

Instead of an owl, you saw a human girl in its place. She had raven colored hair, and a light splash of freckles on her cheeks, only visible in the bright morning sun. She was beautiful.

You were also aware of the fact that she was very, utterly naked.

Ignoring your burning cheeks, you saw that she had some cuts over her arms and torso, locations similar to the places where you treated the owl last night.

Your mind was filled with so many questions.

The noises you made must have woken her up, she groaned and stirred. Doing the only thing you could think of, you fled to the bathroom, thinking you’d be more able to handle such a bizarre situation after you finished your morning routine.

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You heard the curse through your bathroom door, at least you knew she could talk. You hoped that when you got out she’d still be there, instead of fleeing out your window.

You finished up your things. Steeling yourself, you opened the bathroom door.

Thankfully, the girl was there, and she was awake, startled by the sound of the door opening. She covered herself with your blanket, aware of her state of undress.

You cleared your throat.

After an awkward exchange, you learned more about the mystery girl and her origins.

Her name was Kang Seulgi, and she came from a family of shapeshifters.

Younglings could shift into any animal they wanted until they reached adulthood, where their final animal form -or soulshape- would appear, and they’d be stuck with that animal for life.

For Seulgi, her soulshape was an owl. Aside from it being a truly rare soulshape to begin with, it was also seen as a bad omen to her people, so she was kicked out. She was allowed to visit her family once every year, on the day of her birthday, but the rest of the days she needed to fend on her own.

She had taken a habit of watching people going about their days, and she’d taken interest in you. Especially when you first reacted strongly to seeing an owl at your window that first night.

Every time after you fell asleep, she’d make sure your windows were closed before flying off into the night, not wanting you to catch a cold from the unforgiving winds the weather had in store.

She enjoyed your company (and your scritches), hoping that she could meet and introduce herself to you properly one day.

But apparently, fate had other plans.

Seulgi’s cousins were very powerful shapeshifters. Power hungry and ruthless, they wished to expand their territory to the ones of normal humans. And they found a suitable target to begin their conquest with: you.

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Hearing about her cousins’ plans, Seulgi tried to stop them. And she did so with tradition: by challenging each of them to one on one combat. If the challenger wins, the challenged would need to obey the wishes they had offered; if the challenger loses, the challenged were allowed to kill them for their weakness in battle.

She succeeded in the end, baffling her people by beating every single one of them up while possessing the power of a mere owl. But of course, she didn’t do so unscathed.

Knowing what she had done to protect you, you surged forward to give the girl a hug, thanking her for everything. To repay her, you offered that she stayed at your place, if she didn’t mind the one bed of course.

With burning cheeks, she agreed.

#red velvet x reader #seulgi x reader #seulgi imagines #seulgi scenario #girl group scenarios #feel my rhythm #kang seulgi #i write stuff #rv

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bedos-blossom · 3 years

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Albedo’s Windblume

Pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You worry Albedo has left you behind for your very first Windblume Festival- luckily, he makes it back with a special surprise.

A/N: I’ve wanted to write for the Genshin Impact fandom for a minute so i’m so glad I got this out of my head finally! I hope you enjoy! :D (also thank you to @slipperyslideyday @joonie-beanie and @gnocchi-ghoul for being my guinea pigs while I struggled with this forever lmao)

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There were two things that were always present at The Windblume Festival: sweethearts and drunkards. The taverns saw a rise in patrons and you couldn’t go a day without seeing someone making a confession or seeing a couple holding hands near the fountain. The former never bothered you much. Mondstadt is a city with a booming wine industry, drinking was as much of a pastime as any other hobby around here. The latter usually never bothered you either.

Keyword: usually. These days the overflowing love of the city felt sour. Mostly due to the fact that your own lover wasn’t anywhere within the city walls.

You were in the Knights of Favonius’ HQ, looking down at the plaza as couples go to and fro. Some holding hands. Some nose to nose, in their own little world. Truth be told you yearned to do the same. It was your first Windblume Festival and when Lisa filled you in on what it was all about you perked up with interest, excitement thrumming through your veins as you thought of how Albedo naturally made normal spectacles seem incredible with his descriptions. While he wasn’t a casanova like the resident Calvary Captain, he showed affection in his own special ways. So surely he would do something for you, right?

Or so you thought.

You didn’t know he was gone until you mentioned not seeing him for a while and Sucrose told you he went to Dragonspine to do some drawing. You felt a little silly being so upset over something so minuscule. Albedo loved you and you knew that very well, so why was the disappointment in your heart so heavy?

You spent the day internally conflicted, jumping between being upset and being indifferent. It was a bit after the sun set and the stars came into view that you accepted that you were sad. Sucrose, bless her heart, tried her best to comfort you when she noticed you were a bit down, but she was shy, awkward, and didn’t know exactly how to go about it. Her attempt did put a smile on your face though, so she counts it as a win.

However, that was hours ago and now you were alone in the lab. Sucrose and Timeaus had called it a night an hour ago after you convinced them you’d be fine alone. The breeze coming in from the open window was gentle and caressed your face as your eyes drift from the couples and settle on the stars above. You were so into your own mind that you didn’t hear the door open, or the sound of a sketchpad being placed on a desk.

“Oh? You’re still here?”

You blink once, then twice, before turning to see the very man who was plaguing your thoughts. He looked effortlessly flawless as always, not a hair on his head misplaced.

“Yeah.” You reply softly, watching him take off his coat and set it on the back of a chair, “Just...hanging out. Watching the crowds.”

Albedo hums in acknowledgment as he begins walking over to you.

“Mondstadt isn’t usually this lively so late, even with its apparent alcohol problem. It is quite bothersome but I was able to make it back without running into any drunkards.”

He leans on the wall next to the windowsill you were sitting on. You hum in response as some movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. When you glance out the window again, you see a girl running up the stairs and barreling into the arms of another girl. The two hug for a moment before the taller one presents a Windwheel Aster to the shorter one. That forlorn feeling returns to you full force and you decide you’re gonna bring up your disappointment to Albedo. He’d understand, right?

However before you can open your mouth to speak, Albedo turns and starts walking away, “I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

You close your mouth and watch curiously as he goes back to his desk and reaches into one of his coat pockets. The dimness of the room works against you because you can’t see what Albedo has in his hand as he makes his way back to you. You try to not get your hopes up too much but you can’t help the sudden quickening pace of your heart.

What Albedo presents you is nothing short of the prettiest flower you’ve ever seen. It resembled a rose except the petals looked like they were made of transparent crystallized snow. It also has a soft blue glow to it like most plants in Dragonspine did. You’ve never seen anything like it before. You take it from his hands gingerly as if it could shatter from the slightest rough treatment. Everything you wanted to say completely left your mind as you looked at the flower with awe. Thankfully Albedo filled the silence.

“I was finishing up a painting when I heard some adventurers talking about a flower that had sprouted into existence out of the blue it seems. Naturally, I needed to investigate it for myself, but the problem was it only grew at the summit and the adventurers mentioned it being a difficult journey.” Albedo pauses to sit next to you on the windowsill, amused by how your eyes still haven’t left the flower currently in your grasp.

“I went. It wasn’t hard, but it was long. The view from up there was breathtaking as well, so I spent some time sketching. Next thing I knew the sun had set. Time got away from me, that’s my fault. For that, I apologize.”

Albedo gingerly places two fingers on your jaw and turns your head so you’re looking him in the eye. There’s a rare smile on his face as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Happy Windblume, darling.”

With those words, Albedo turns on his heels and goes back to his coat, slipping it on.

“Are you tired? If so, we can reconvene tomorrow and do whatever you like. If not, we could go for a walk. The breeze is especially pleasant tonight.” He suggests, picking up his sketchbook and looking at you.

You finally tear your gaze from the flower to look at your boyfriend. The one who you were so sure forgot about the festival and about spending time with you or simply didn’t care.

Albedo was unlike any partner you’ve had before. He showed affection in unusual, weird, and sometimes blunt ways. Yet that’s precisely why you were so head over heels for him in the first place.

“Yeah...I’d like to go on a walk.” You agree as you hop off the windowsill.

Albedo waits patiently while you close the window and gather your things, offering his arm before you both headed out of the building for a night of long talks about everything under the sun and soft, stolen kisses in dark corners of the city.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #albedo fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fiction

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Hi I know you said comfort requests are open so if you have the time, may I request a sigma and/or Fyodor x lonely reader?

Tbh I don’t have very many friends but I wish to but most of my friends don’t feel too genuine so sometimes I can get pretty lonely. And rn where I live, all the pandemic restrictions are lifting so it kinda sucks to see so many irls posting, hanging out with their friends all the time, while I’m stuck home, alone. I’ve always struggles with friendship, people using me, and not fining genuine connections (yea I kin sigma 💀) but having lots of friends isn’t important to me. But having real connections with people who I can constantly be around is. And ngl kinda lacking that rn so I’ve just felt a lot of solitude. It just sort of sucks rn, being stuck in my room all day, doing work which I’m pretty unmotivated to do, and trying to do things I enjoy to pass the time but I’m not enjoying as much as I used to. My deepest fear is being unneeded, unloved, without a home, and people who truly get me and it feels like I’ve met that fear.

Anyway that was a bit of a rant haha but uh yea I guess this is my request!! Thank you for taking it into consideration :)

I apologize for how long this took me to write but I couldn't find the right words. I think I found them now but I'm still not 100% sure I like how this went.

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Devine (comfort for a lonely reader) |Fyodor x lonely reader|

Fyodor is a man of many mysteries, his mind is a treasure on its own. He despised humanity but there were a few who he held above the others. Then, there was you. You were amusing, sweet, something different. While you seemed ever so lonely he could never understand why. He, a man who could discover the reasons behind a multitude of people's emotions, could stare while you sat on a windowsill looking into the great ocean of people below.

In his own way, he understood you didn’t need a multitude of people in your life, much like himself. He learned that what you were wasn't just lonely, but also afraid. He could sense your fear of being tossed to the side, unwanted, unneeded without a true home. Even though your eyes, which shone to him like stars, never ceased to stop their sparkle. He could not seem to undo the abyss beneath the stars. He was a man of mind games but you were his exception, a person he could not play his games with.

For a while, he denied the small things he did for having no reason but to keep you for his own curiosity. He knew, deep within his mind, this was not the case. He truly wished to make you feel accepted. A being he found to be above humanity in all its ways. Somebody he felt would, or perhaps you already did understand him more than he thought. He needed you, not for some silly plan but because you were truly somebody close to him. He felt safe within your presence. That complex that led him to feel like a god slowly paving a road for you, and only you.

Fyodor’s accepting presence would gain you the companionship of Sigma and Nikolai. These two unordinary people who also sit above the average of humanity would grow to accept you, fears and all. They too, like Fyodor would grow to expect your presence, feeling as if something was missing without your smile. This was a true friendship, an accepting crew that understood you for you, who cared and would never abandon you until death.

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Day 16: Tulips

With the possible exception of all of the eighth years getting along and actually becoming friends, regardless of their former rivalries, the first half of Draco's eighth year at Hogwarts was remarkably ordinary. Funny how it took a war to see that they were all just children and all being used as pawns in a bigger game.

There was also, for Draco, the realization that he had a bit of a crush on Potter. He found that he actually really enjoyed the other boy's company; he enjoyed his snarkiness and the way that Draco could see mischief in his eyes. He liked the way Potter listened, liked the way he always seemed to want to casually touch other people. He liked him, plain and simple.

But other than the unlikely truces turned friendships (and in the case of Potter, turned crush) nothing weird happened, no one tried to kill him (or other students), no prophecies were unveiled, there were no dementors, no psychopath teachers, nothing. It was almost enough to make Draco bored.

Almost.

There was nothing strange until one unassuming morning in March, when they were all sitting in the great Hall, eating breakfast, and quizzing each other for the upcoming test in Transfiguration.

Potter interrupted the heated debate that Draco was having with Granger with a blurted, "What the fuck?"

Everyone looked over at him, including Hermione and Draco, to see what had happened.

"There's a tulip in my coffee cup!" the other boy said.

"So there is," Draco replied in amusement.

Everyone chuckled and Potter tried to figure out who had put the bright yellow tulip there but Draco really didn't have time to think about that because he and Hermione were back to arguing about Transfiguration theory.

He probably wouldn't have thought about it again but that evening as they got ready for bed, Draco felt a strange twinge in his magical core, like you got when you were preparing to cast a strong spell.

Before he could really dig into what had happened, Potter's bed curtains flew open, "Alright, you lot," he said, a laugh ruining the stern look he was attempting. "Who put this here?" he asked, holding out a red tulip that he'd apparently found on his pillow.

(Read more below the cut)

Each of them denied having any knowledge of how the tulip could have found its way into Potter's bed, but a bit of unease settled in Draco's stomach. Potter put the second tulip in with the first in the vase on the windowsill and laughed it off.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a story he'd been told as a child. A story that he couldn't quite grasp but filled him with a bit of apprehension none the less.

Still, this was nothing like the sort of anxiety that Draco had been accustomed to forcing himself to sleep through for the past few years, so he put it from his mind and went to sleep.

And again, he might have been able to forget about it, if it weren't for the fact that the next morning he felt a tug at his magical core and then a few minutes later, Potter appeared with another tulip. White this time and he'd found it in the pocket of his robes. "Seriously, what the hell you guys?" he laughed.

Everyone else laughed too, but Draco frowned, the memory of the story niggling at the back of his mind once more, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He continued to try to remember throughout the rest of the week and Potter continued to get tulips. They showed up in his book bag, the showed up in place of his quills, they showed up on his plate at meals, they showed up everywhere and anywhere. One even replaced his loofa in the shower.

By the end of the week, Potter was getting a bit irritated and he'd had to enlarge the vase multiple times to fit all of the tulips. Draco wasn't sure why Potter hadn't just thrown them out, but it wasn't his place to say anything, certainly.

On Saturday, when everyone had gone off to Hogsmeade for the morning, Draco fire called his mother.

"Draco, darling," she said, smiling at him, "I'm so pleased to hear from you. How are you?"

He endured the predictable pleasantries before he said, "Listen, mother, the reason I called," he paused there because this was all a bit ridiculous. "Well, it sounds silly really, but there was a story you told me when I was little," he said. "Something about a wizard who had flowers appear out of nowhere? I can't remember it."

"Why?" she asked, her face serious. "Draco, why are you asking me about that story?"

"No reason," he said quickly. "It's just something that came into my head," he lied.

"Who's receiving tulips, Draco?"

"It's nothing!" he repeated. "And I never said there were any tulips."

"If I tell you the story, will you tell me the truth?"

Draco sighed but nodded.

"The story," she began, "was about your great, great, great uncle Silas. Silas was a difficult man, everyone always said so. He was haughty and rude; he was quite clever but not terribly gracious about it."

"Mother," he interrupted, his knees were growing cold and sore from kneeling on the common room floor, "could we just skip to the meat of the story."

"Yes, alright," she sighed. "Long story short, Silas fell in love with a muggleborn. His family obviously refused to let him get married, assuming that the love would fade eventually. There was an arranged marriage in there as well, but that's not really important. What is important, is that the person he fell in love with began to find tulips everywhere. Every time she went to pick up something, it turned into a tulip; at her home, her work, everywhere she went, tulips."

Draco felt something in the pit of his stomach drop. This couldn't be happening.

"He was pining for her, heartbroken that he couldn't be with her," she said. "Now, magic can't create something from nothing, so in each of the tulips was a little bit of Silas' magic."

"Like a horocrux?" he asked in horror.

"No, darling, nothing so sinister as that. But the flowers were slowly draining his magical core and he was growing steadily weaker." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "So, as the story goes, when he was so weak he could barely summon the strength to stand, he went to her to confess his love. What did it matter if he was going to die? When he told her of his love, she kissed him and his magic was restored. The family was convinced that it was true love and that the love that bound the two of them together was obviously stronger magic than that of blood status."

Draco rubbed a hand over his face, "So, this was a true story?"

"Yes, it's all rather well documented as it would have to be in the case of something like this." She gave him her most commanding look, "Now, I've held up my end of the bargain, so it's your turn. Tell me who's receiving tulips, Draco."

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Her eyebrows rose, "You have to tell him, Draco."

"I can't!" he said, shaking his head, "You know I can't. He couldn't possibly feel the same way, he couldn't possibly love me, too-"

Something shattered behind him and he yanked his head back to see the boy in question standing there, bouquet of tulips in his hands. The vase had dropped and been smashed, water was soaking into Potter's socks but he didn't seem to notice.

Draco promptly ended the fire call with his mother and wondered if it would be possible to transfer to Beauxbatons to complete the year. It was either that or he should just go off to die.

"How much of that did you hear?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"Most of it," Potter confessed with a little wince. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but then I heard her talking about how everything in that girl's life became tulips and I knew you were talking about me. I didn't realize how the story would end," he hastened to add. "I just thought that she might know something about a curse or spell that had been cast on me."

Draco rubbed his forehead, "Look, could you just forget about the whole thing?"

"Forget about it?" Potter asked, sounding a little hysterical at this point. "Draco, it turned six quills into tulips in the past three days. Six!" he shook his head. "No, I can't forget about it and I certainly can't let you die."

Draco stood up and balled his hands into fists, "Always ready to play the hero aren't you?"

"What?" the other boy asked, obviously taken aback.

"Ready to play the martyr," he sneered. "Well I won't have it. I won't have you tying yourself to me just because you're afraid that I'll die if you don't return the sentiment."

"But I already do return the sentiment," Harry said, sounding bewildered. "Sorry, maybe I should have said so, but I thought that was obvious from the story."

"What?"

"Well, your mum said that it was true love's kiss that restored his magic, true love that made it possible for the flowers to appear in the first place. I just assumed it was obvious that I was in love with you, too."

"You are?" he whispered, hardly daring to believe that this was possible.

"Yeah," Harry replied with a little shrug. "I mean, I thought maybe it would have been good to start with a date or something," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's why I'm still here, I wanted to invite you to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"You did?"

Harry nodded again. "But I'm glad to kiss you, for the unselfish reason that it will restore your magic," he said, glancing down at the flowers in his hands before looking back up, "And for the selfish reason that I would really just like to kiss you."

"You would?" he asked.

Harry huffed at him, "Are you going to stop sounding like you doubt every word out of my mouth?"

"Sorry, it's just-" Draco started but then Potter was across the room, dropping the tulips as he cupped Draco's face in his hands and leaned in until they were a mere inch apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his eyes flickering between Draco's.

"Yes," Draco breathed.

Harry gave him a little grin and leaned in to kiss him, his soft, full lips, gently caressing Draco's, and Draco felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment before a surge of magic, and joy, and love came rushing in and filled him to bursting.

He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him in closer and Harry hummed, molding his lips to Draco's for a moment before pulling back and resting their foreheads together.

"That was-" Draco started.

"Fantastic," Harry agreed. "Do you feel better? Not going to die on me or anything?"

Draco laughed and pinched his side, "I think we were a long way off from that."

"I don't know," Harry replied, tilting his head to press a kiss to the tip of Draco's nose. "There were an awful lot of tulips."

"Yes," Draco replied, pulling back to look at the tulips strewn about the floor, "And you've dropped them all on the ground. That's quite rude, you know."

Harry huffed at him, "Prat," he said fondly before drawing away to swish his wand and collect all of the tulips and put them back into the repaired vase. "So," Harry said, "I think tulips may be my new favorite flower."

"Mine, too," Draco replied with a smile.

And when they got married, two years later, there were tulips everywhere.

Day 15: Wings | Day 17: Salt

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #boys in love #true love conquers all #drarry #day 16 #thanks so much for the prompt anon #enjoy

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Beautiful Storm

Word Count: 1,742

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you for the request, beautiful! Always coming through with the cutest ideas. Sorry it got slightly angsty there for a second. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it! 🖤 GIF credit @angels-reyes.

pipsqueakkitten asked: I’m back for another one cuz the last one was so cute!!! 🥺🥺 Angel and reader have a baby together and they just all really love cuddling together so maybe they’re in bed and their baby girl is laying on her daddy’s chest and mamas is all cuddled up on papí’s chest also and they’re watching a cute movie and their baby girl falls asleep so mamas and Papí are just chatting away about different things like possibly what they want their future to look like or just goofy silly things 🥺❤️❤️

A rare but well needed thunderstorm had rolled through Santo Padre. Thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance; rain pounding on the windowsill; wind blowing the treetops. It had been like this all day; raining steadily, with no sign of letting up. Thankfully Bishop had cut the latest run a day short, allowing Angel to come home to find you and your one-year-old daughter cuddled in bed watching ‘Moana’ for the billionth time.

The sound of a phone ringing blares somewhere in the room, causing you to stir awake from the nap the three of you had taken shortly after Angel came home. You could feel Angel’s arm tighten around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“No.” Angel rasps

“Your phone, Angel.” you simply say as you cuddle back into his side, your hand combing through your daughter’s hair as she sleeps peacefully on top of Angel’s chest.

“It’s probably just EZ.” he says, his eyes still closed

“It’s late, I should get dinner started.” you tell him as you try to pull away, but he just holds you tighter to him

“Five more minutes, querida.” Angel mumbles into your hair, placing a lazy kiss to the top of your head.

Knowing you wouldn’t be getting out of Angel’s embrace any time soon, you huff a ‘fine’ as you lay your head back onto his chest. Listening to the sound of the pitter patter of the rain as it hits the rooftop.

“Since you’re holding me hostage, can you at least pass me the remote? I will lose my shit if I have to listen to Moana one more time.” you ask Angel as he chuckles, reaching over to the bed-side table, handing you the TV remote.

“Let’s finish that documentary we started last week. Gotta know if that psychopath actually chopped up his wife and ate her.” Angel tells you.

“Noo, Angel!” you cringe as you remember the documentary. How could you forget, Angel teases you about it every chance he gets. Angel came home that day, excitedly telling you about this awesome documentary Gilly had told him about. Not even ten minutes into it, your face was buried into Angel’s chest as you could bear to watch at how gruesome and detailed it all was. For once you were having a hard time watching; meanwhile, Angel was completely entranced by it.

He laughed, the rumble of his chest causing your one-year-old daughter to stir. Angel quickly rubbing small circles on her back to calm her.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.” Angel began, stopping to wait for your response for him to continue.

You hummed, “About what?” you ask as you pull away slightly to look up at him, your fingers playing with his beard as he smiled.

“We should have another baby.” he tells you, placing a kiss to the top of your daughter’s head before smiling down at you.

“Another baby?” you pull away from him, sitting up slightly to better look at him. Your response coming out more shocked than you intended.

When you found out you were pregnant, it was shortly after you broke it off with Angel. Your relationship was in shambles and you hoped the break would allow you two to work on issues individually, that were causing a riff within the relationship, before you two can go back and work on the relationship - together.

What you didn’t expect was for Angel to come and tell you that the night you broke it off with him, out of anger and spite, he slept with Adelita, and that she was pregnant, and he could be the father of her unborn baby. Only later to find out that she was lying to him to use him and the MC to get closer to Galindo.

Your heart aching as you remember the night Angel came to you in the middle of the night, absolutely devastated. Seeing how crushed he was at the realization that being a father was taken from him in a blink of an eye, you had dropped the secret that you were pregnant and had no doubts it was his baby.

Since then, Angel spent every second of every day doing everything to win you over, and to prove to you he was completely devoted to you and his child. Things between you and Angel were still bumpy, but getting better each and every day.

You knew Angel wanted nothing more than a big family, especially one with you. Hell, if it was up to him, he would keep you pregnant. So you knew he wanted another baby, even though he didn’t openly express it.

“I’ll do it right this time. Be there every step of the way. A do over.”

“We’re still working things out Angel, adding another baby will not make everything better.” you tell him as you sit up next to him, leaning against the headboard.

“Do you not want another baby?” he asks furrowing his brows, carefully moving his daughter, so he was holding her in his arms as he sat up next to you. From his tone, you knew he was offended at your response.

“Of course I do. I just don’t feel like now is the right time is all.” you couldn’t look over at Angel

Angel reaches over to take your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours.

“This have to do with losing your job at the firm or everything going on with the MC?” his voice is soft, barely a whisper. Knowing how hard things have been not only on him but also on you these last few weeks.

“Mostly with the MC.” you admit finally look over at him. He closes his eyes and exhales sharply. You knew he was internally berating himself over all the shit he and the club have brought into your world.

“I told you I will always come home to you.”

“You can’t promise that, Angel. Not until everything with the Sons and Los Vatos Maldito is settled. I can barely handle when you go to the clubhouse for a few hours, let alone when you’re gone for days at a time. I constantly worry if you and the guys are okay. Staring at my phone all day, praying it’ll ring and I’ll hear your voice on the other end. Can’t help the tears every time I hear the rumble of your bike coming down the street as you make your way home to us. You can’t promise that.” your voice cracks as your lower lip trembles. Angel quickly taking you into his arms, pulling you back into his side.

When Angel came home, the night everything went south with both the Sons and Vatos Malditos, he debated on whether to tell you everything that happened that night. Afraid that telling you would completely destroy you and you would leave, and he wouldn’t even blame you if you decided to walk away. He also knew he needed to tell you so that he could keep you and his daughter safe.

“I’m sorry, querida. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault, Angel. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. Princessa here needs her daddy.” you tell him as you reach over and softly stroke your daughter’s cheek as she remains sound asleep in Angel’s arms.

“I promise you, I will do everything in my power to always come home to you.”

“I know you will.” You tell him as you place a kiss to his jaw. “And for the record, I want all the babies with you.” You continue, your hand running up his neck to caress his cheek.

“You can’t be doing that, Querida.” Angel tells you in a serious tone

You furrow your brows in confusion, “Do what?” you ask him.

“Say things that make me want to kiss you.” He smiled as his hand ran up your back to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“So are you going to kiss me?” you whisper into his lips, before his lips crash into yours.

It was warm. It was soft. It was less an act of desire or lust and more of one of love and adoration. Until you both felt small fingers pulling on Angel’s beard. Both of you pulling away to look down at your daughter smiling back at the both of you.

“Da-da” she cooed as she continued to pull on Angel’s beard.

“Mi princessa preciosa.” Angel said as he moved her to attack her little face in kisses, her little giggles filling the quiet room. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene before you, one you would never tire of.

“I’m starving. We should get something to eat.”

“Don’t you dare move, querida.” Angel’s stern voice says as he hands your daughter to you, reaching over to grab his phone off the bed-side table.

“I’ll order from our favorite spot in town.” He tells you as he scrolls through his phone.

“Angel, Pop is not a restaurant. You can’t be calling him to bring us food.” You tell him as you smack his arm. He just looks over at you smiling as he placing the phone to his ear, you could hear it ringing.

“I wasn’t calling Pop, I’m calling EZ. Prospect duties.” He chuckles and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Getting up, you scoop your daughter into your arms, settling her on your hip.

“Where you think your going?” Angel pouts at the loss of warmth on your side of the bed

“I have to change the baby, Angel. we will be right back.” you tell him as you make your way towards the door, chuckling at his clinginess.

“Hay!” you hear Angel call out for you

Turning around, you smile as you see Angel sitting there looking at you with all the love and adoration he had for you.

“Yes, Angel.”

“I love you.” his words soft with so much meaning behind them.

You couldn’t help but smile at those three words you loved hearing from the man you were completely head over heels for.

“And we love you to the moon and beyond.” you tell him before making your way out the room and down the hall.

Rainy days were always your favorite, but they were extra special when they were spent cuddling with Angel.

--xx

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#Angel Reyes #Angel Reyes x Reader #Angel Reyes Imagine #Mayans MC #Mayans MC x Reader #Mayans MC Imagine

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WINTER WONDER-LAND

word count: 1,334 warning: angst but yeah that's it it's just short and full of nothingness nevertheless enjoy!! i put the ao3 link up there too so.

The stereo was playing The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year and like the song, it almost feels like it is. A jolly crowd fills the spaces of Anderson House, the festive decorations make everything look brighter, the room is full of people whose faces have no trace of holiday blues but instead of pure happiness. And they kept talking about life, politics and things Todd doesn't even care about. It's certainly not the Most Wonderful Time Of The Year. Not now and not here.

It was back then when Todd was with Neil. With his friends, his family. Todd swore that his memory is so bad, he can't even remember what he just ate earlier this morning but sitting in silence at the corner of your supposedly own home brings out the worst in you. Memories. And vivid ones too. He remembers it so well, it's as if he's living it right now.

It was a random memory of a morning when Todd wakes up to see Neil sleeping on the other side of the room. Actually, Neil fell asleep on the windowsill again. Todd worries it’s happening more frequently. Neil always stays up later to memorize his lines for the play. Todd held Neil’s shoulder and lightly shaken them which woke Neil up. Todd greeted him with the brightest smile.

“Oh my God, Todd! I just had the craziest dream - so I was flying and you were there and, uh - I don’t remember it now. But it’s crazy! All I remember now is what I felt in that dream and I felt really happy. Like floating happy.” Todd doesn’t remember what he replied to Neil. It must have been something short like “that’s amazing” or “huh, nice. Do you wanna have breakfast?” Because the next part of Todd’s memory was eating breakfast with Neil and the poets.

They don’t really discuss a lot during meals because of Nolan’s supernatural ears to hear everything. Nolan is such a creep. Todd also doesn’t remember what happens after that or if they had classes and if they did what they did because those aren’t really relevant to Todd’s life. Maybe it was then but not now. What’s important is the memory that he can remember. Neil.

That day, Neil and him rehearsed. Todd read lines to Neil and Neil saying his lines with such aggressive enthusiasm. Now, Todd certainly doesn’t remember what kind of lesson they had that morning. Heck, did they even have one? But, damn, Todd remembers what it felt like living in that moment. Todd remembers Neil being so happy, he kept shouting his sentences. Todd remembers thinking that that was one of the happiest memories he ever had.

“Oh! I love it!” Neil shouted as he jumped and walked beside Todd. Todd, overwhelmed by bliss, was confused, so he asked.

“What? Me?—No! Uhm, I mean, what? The scene?”

Neil laughed. “No, Todd!” he said in his silly voice and grinned at Todd. “I mean the most wonderful things in the world - it's like through this play I can live a million times! TO BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION! AH!” He screamed on the top of his lungs. Todd watched him keenly, smiling. “For the first time in my life, I feel completely alive! Wait - you, you know what, you should come to our rehearsal!”

Todd was taken aback. “Wa-”

Neil didn't even let him finish. “NO! YOU SHOULD! It's going to be the greatest! I know they need help with the lights and stuff. Think of the girls - the girls are gonna be amazing. They'd love you. You should go!”

“What, no? I'm not coming.”

As they go near the lake's platform, Neil seems to let the idea of Todd going to the rehearsal vanish. Or not. Todd did, though. He didn't want to go because he thought it was going to be weird. Looking back, he wishes he did. Todd said a line out loud so Neil can focus on not bugging Todd to go.

“What?” Neil said. Todd repeated the line again a little louder than the first one. But it wasn't enough for Neil.

“PUT MORE INTO IT!” Neil shouted. So Todd screamed the line into the lake's emptiness too. He screamed the line and he twirled and turned and his hands felt the chill of the wind. He felt so alive.

“That's it,” he said and as he twirled again was the repetition of what he said. Neil laughed and playfully hit him in which he returned with a shout of “Bring it on!”. They just blabbered random lines as they pretended to be fighting with each other.

That. That fucking memory was the most wonderful time of the year. When Neil was alive. And when Todd was alive with him. And the poets were too. And everything was okay because no one was dead. Nothing's falling apart. And everything was fine. Right here, right now is the worst moment of Todd's life.

Jeffrey was trying to keep in touch with him despite the surge of applause and praise from Anderson's holiday crowd. Todd appreciates him a lot because Jeffery acknowledges what happened and he's genuine. Unlike other people. But not even the Anderson Golden Boy can help him now. And Todd's afraid no other people can.

Todd got up from his seat and ran. To where? He doesn't know. He just needed to get out of here. Away from all these fake people, away from their unhomely eyes, away from all their irritating comments, away from everything. Todd heard them call his name but didn't heed it. God, is this what Neil felt that night? Todd wanted to cry but he held it.

He felt the cold winter breeze on his cheeks as soon as he got out of the house. He wasn't wearing any coat, or ear muffs, or anything to keep him warm. What even for, he asked. Neil's gone. The love of his life. And he didn't even got to tell him that. Neil was his warmth and now he's gone. And nothing - not even the coats, ear muffs, hot choco can ever bring that kind of warmth.

Somewhere along the way, Todd fell down. People looked at him but he didn't care anymore. He got up again. He didn't know how long or far was running but he reached a park. His childhood park. Todd used to go here with his parents every Sunday. But, like every aspect of Todd's life, that changed. Because Jeff needs to go to school now and his parents got busier than ever. So before they sent Todd to Balincrest, he went to this park as much as he could. Todd remembers telling that story to Neil.

And Todd remembers Neil vividly saying that they'll go down here at the park one day. Together. Maybe even with the poets. And maybe this is going to be where they spend their Sundays too. But that promise was just a memory now.

“Neil,” he whispered. Hoping that Neil would magically appear in front of him and tell him it was all a dream. He waited. Todd waited but there was nothing. He sat on one of the benches and finally, he cried.

Every part of him was broken, numb or malfunctioning. But not his heart, even when it's broken, it remembers and it feels. Todd wants it gone. For a moment, he let himself believe that that's what he wants. To forget everything, his memories and his feelings. Because this - this heart that remembers and feels him is forever going to be irreparable. Is that going to fix everything? Will that make everything okay? He's so broken - he's ruined. Will somebody help him fix it? To return the way it was before?

Todd heard some cheers and the town's very own clock bang which means it's officially Christmas. It's Christmas and he's here all alone. Right. It's Christmas so no one can fix it.

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-The Ritual-

-Incubus!Minho + BestFriend!Jeongin x fem!Reader-

Warnings: themes of jealousy, occults and demons, unprotected sex, minho has a huge cock, face fucking, sir kink, cunnilingus, 69, anal penetration, creampie, a little cumplay, a little overstimulation, a lil finger blood for ze ritual~ etc.

Word Count: 5.2k (I got a little carried away...this is the smuttiest thing I’ve written in a while hhhhhh-)

Disclaimer: This scene is entirely consensual. Minho’s powers do have the ability to make you incredibly aroused, but it can’t force you to do anything against your wishes.

"Have you got everything?" You whispered, making the boy next to you jump in shock.

"Y/n! For God's sake, you scared the fuck out of me-"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes at Jeongin, who went back to perusing the library shelf with a small huff.

"Did you get everything?" You repeated insistently, following as Jeongin moved away from you, walking over to another shelf. He glared at you, sighing.

"Did you-"

"Shut up!" He scowled, looking away from you to grab another book from the shelf.

A few seconds of prolonged silence passed as Jeongin turned to look at you, sighing when he saw your bottom lip quivering.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled.

"Y/n- no, it's okay. Next time, don't sneak up on me like that..." he sighed. "I've just got so much work on my plate. It's so frustrating...and I took that frustration out on you. Sorry."

You pressed your lips together, nodding and looking away. He sighed, moving a little closer, hand hovering over your shoulder before hesitantly coming down.

"I'll come over at 10, okay? We'll do this." He said, trying to feign enthusiasm. You shoved his hand off your shoulder, shaking your head.

"I know you're not as into this as I am. I just thought...as my best friend, you'd want to do something fun with me. But if you'd much rather spend the night with your nose buried in a textbook, I won't stop you."

Jeongin smiled, that wide smile of his that affected you in a way you couldn't quite describe.

"Summoning a demon in your college dorm at midnight isn't exactly what the average individual would call fun, Y/N."

"You've always known I'm not the average individual." You winked. "Right...I'm going to let you study now. See you tonight! Don't forget-"

"Candles, rose petals and wine. Got it."

You grinned, waving as you walked away, a slight bounce in your step. Jeongin watched as you left, fondly shaking his head as he turned back to the shelf.

***

As the doorbell rang, you jumped off your bed and rushed to the door, opening it with a wide smile. "Jeonginnieee!~ Did you bring snacks?"

He nodded, struggling with the amount of packages he was holding. "Yes, along with the things for the ritual- shit, can I have some help here?"

You giggled, grabbing the plastic bag and one of the packages from his hand. You stared at the wine bottle in his hand pointedly.

"One of my friends got this for me. Don't ask who. It's a super cheap brand and I think it's half drunk already but-"

"It'll do." You interrupted, smiling as you suddenly pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jeongin's grip on the bottle tightened as his brain filled with sparks- the contact of your lips against his skin sending electricity shooting through his chest.

"You're the best best friend I could ask for. Thank you for getting everything."

Jeongin nodded nonchalantly, scratching his neck as he set the bottle and another package on the counter.

"Hey, the ritual needs to take place at midnight. We have like, 2 hours till then. Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Why else do you think I brought snacks?" He laughed, opening the plastic bag and throwing a large packet of chips to you, that you caught with ease. Grabbing two cans of soda and a bag of candy, the two of you made your way to the couch.

"Let's watch a horror movie? To get us in the spirit?"

"Sure." Jeongin commented, ripping open the packet as he sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. You smiled, popping a CD into the DVD player and crawling back over to Jeongin, cuddling close to him.

Jeongin gulped as you wrapped your arms around him. Your proximity was making him sweat, and he discreetly wiped away a drop of perspiration from his forehead. Over the years, you'd think that he would get used to your touchiness...but he just never did.

Nearly an hour later, you fell asleep halfway through the movie. Jeongin sighed, patting your hair as you slept, watching the rest of the horrid movie by himself. When a particularly silly scene came on screen, he wished you were awake so he could criticize it with you. His eyes drifted to the clock, eyes widening as he realized the time.

He poked your shoulder insistently. "Fuck, Y/n, get up...the ritual needs to take place soon, and we haven't set everything up yet-"

You blinked slowly, looking at him in confusion. "Hmm? Oh-"

You pushed him away, jumping up to your feet. "Shit, let's get the things ready, quick-"

He sighed, standing up slowly as you ran to the packages on the counter, unwrapping everything. He watched as you jumped around in your hurry, chuckling to himself.

Man, she's really into this.

Jeongin thought about it for a few seconds, sighing as he decided to show a little more enthusiasm...after all, you were his best friend...you always listened so patiently whenever he talked about his interests.

He made up his mind. He'd put a little more effort into-

"What are you standing there for? Help!!"

He smiled at you, shaking his head, moving closer and helping you take out the things you needed.

***

Jeongin sat on your bed, watching as you tweaked some final touches here and there.

The silk had been laid out on the floor, all the lights were off. The room was illuminated in a warm, ochre glow, thanks to the numerous candles that had been lit and placed everywhere in the room.

You made sure the rose petals were scattered properly, pouring just a little more wine into the single glass in the middle of the pentagram you'd made with the red yarn you'd found on sale in the crafts shop.

Sitting up, you rubbed your forehead as you went over to the windowsill, relighting one of the candles that had snuffed out.

"15 minutes." Jeongin reminded as you nodded. "Okay...we're ready."

You sat down in front of the pentagram, breathing heavily in anticipation. Jeongin watched from his perch on your bed...He knew nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen tonight...unless a candle knocked over and set fire to the whole building. However, as he watched you bite your bottom lip in worry, he almost hoped you wouldn't be disappointed...that something out of the blue would happen.

Oh, if only he knew.

"So...say we do manage to summon a demon. Exactly how would this benefit us?"

"Good question." You pointed to the big book in front of you. You'd bought the huge tome from an occults shop down the block...it had been expensive, and you'd gone a few days without breakfast...but it was worth it.

You read out the paragraph to Jeongin, and he nodded, chewing on his lip as he listened. When you were done, he sighed, moving onto the floor next to you.

"So, basically...like a genie? The demon will give us 3 wishes?"

"Eh. Genies don't exist. Also...they're not exactly wishes, more like...favours? I think? He'll ask us to repay them at a later date."

Jeongin rolled his eyes. "And nothing sounds fishy about that? Nothing? I'm not sure I want to be indebted to a demon..."

"Eh, it'll be fine. We've got to start. Okay, everything's ready...now, it says that the person who conducts the ritual needs to mix in a drop of their blood with the wine, and then drink it."

Jeongin wrinkled his nose. "Eww. Y/n, come on..."

"What? It says it right here in on the book. It's just a tiny drop of blood, Jeongin. No big deal."

"Are you sure...?"

"Yep. Okay so after that, we just need to chant this phrase three times, blow out the innermost circle of candles and voila! Our very own demon, here to do our bidding."

"F-fine."

You smiled at him, glancing up at the clock on the wall and swearing under your breath. "Fuck, it's time...Okay, let's begin."

You scrambled around with one hand, finding the pocket knife and hovering it over your fingertip. Biting your lip, you slowly sliced your skin open, letting a tiny drop of blood fall into the wine glass below. Jeongin quickly got up, grabbing a box of band-aids from the bedside table and handing it to you. You glared at him for interrupting you, but sighed and let him wrap your finger up anyway.

Wrenching your hand away once he was done, you glanced at the clock once again before lifting the glass to your lips.

The wine flowed down your throat, the taste bitter and potent. You coughed once as you set it down, your eyes going over to the paragraph.

"Recipienti pignori obligo animam meam, et non sunt daemonium...et quod summoneret eum cum sanguine."

You repeated it thirteen times, and then glanced at the clock again. One more second...

12:00.

You blew out the candles quickly, the entire circle snuffed out before it became 12:01.

You sat back, panting as the plumes of smoke danced around in the air. A minute passed by, then two.

Nothing happened.

A small sigh left you. You turned to Jeongin. The boy gave you a sympathetic smile, pulling you into his side and patting your shoulder. "It's o-"

He was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The two of you turned around so fast you almost got whiplash...but there was nothing. Just smoke.

Wait...a lot of smoke. You frowned slowly as the candles kept releasing more and more of it, until there was far too much. The curlicues of smoke twirled in the air, fogging your vision as it slowly started forming into a figure.

A figure with horns.

You quickly buried your face into Jeongin's chest, your heart beating fast. No way. No way it actually worked. This had to be a dream...right?

The way Jeongin shivered slightly beneath you proved otherwise. No. It all felt too real.

You looked up slowly, swallowing.

He was still there.

A man...he was clad in a suit, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up and shirt unbuttoned all the way to his torso. His black hair was slicked back, exposing his forehead, and his nose was sharp...

Perhaps the most notable of it all were his eyes. They were almost catlike and shone with a crimson glow.

Oh...that and the horns. Huge, blood-red horns that jutted out from his head.

His gaze was filled with scrutiny as he coolly stood there with his hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow at the two of you, cowering on the floor.

"Did the pretty one here summon me?" He asked after a few minutes of silence, a small smirk on his face as his eyes roved over the silk and rose petals on the floor.

You gulped, pulling away from Jeongin a little more, but the boy didn't relax his grip on you. "Y-yes."

He nodded. "Thought so. I was actually extremely busy...but I could sense you were a cute one. I don't mind bending the rules a little for mortals like you." You noticed how he was only looking at you, completely ignoring Jeongin.

He looked around, going over to the armchair next to your bed and reclining on it, his stance reminiscent of a king's as he placed his chin on his hand, looking down at the two of you.

"Hmm, go on with it then. Why are you still fully clothed?" He asked, hand coming down over the straining bulge in his pants.

Jeongin frowned, looking over at you in confusion that mirrored yours. What the fuck?

"I'm s-sorry? I thought...it doesn't mention that I have to be naked in the book here-"

He rolled his eyes, still palming himself. "Whatever. If you prefer being clothed, that's fine. Let's just get this over with, okay doll? Come here."

"I'm c-confused-"

He tilted his head. "Why? You want your wishes granted, right?"

"Yeah-"

"Exactly. There are certain things I require as payment for those, you know." He meaningfully looked down at his bulge, and then back up at you again.

Your eyes slowly widened in outrage. "Wait...what the fuck??" Jeongin's mouth slowly opened in disbelief as you shook your head vehemently. "No. Nope. No way. I'm not going to let a demon fuck m-'

He shook his head, chuckling. "Darling, how else would an incubus such as myself grant your wish?"

"Pardon!?"

"We draw our powers from sexual energy-"

"I never-" You looked back at the book, scanning the paragraph over and over again. "I- it says nothing here about incubuses-"

"Incubi. And of course it doesn't. It's common knowledge that all wish-granting demons are incubi."

Jeongin shook his head, deciding he'd heard enough. He worked up his courage, trying to pretend like he wasn't intimidated by the actual demon that was in his best friend's bedroom.

"Look here, Sir- you can't just have sex with her. We must have missed the part where it said you were an...an incubus. Just go back where you came from."

The demon frowned slowly, his eyes finally landing on Jeongin. There was a questioning look in his eyes.

"Oh. I hadn't noticed the boy here." He sniffed the air, shaking his head. "His blood isn't involved in the ritual...must be why I couldn't see him properly till now." He mused, almost to himself as you looked at Jeongin, the two of you sharing a look filled with fear and bafflement.

"It doesn't work that way, unfortunately, boy. I came here...and sadly, I cannot leave Earth until my purpose is satisfied and 3 boons are granted."

You shivered, wondering what the hell you had gotten into. The demon noticed your discomfort and sighed, inspecting his fingernails.

"Look. I don't care if you have sex with me or not, although it wouldn't hurt to have my way with a pretty little kitten like you. All I need is sexual energy, so just fuck your friend here. I don't care."

It took a minute for the two of you to process what he had just said. He felt embarrassment fill him from head to toe as he buried his head in his hands, unable to look you in the eye.

However...you were starting to feel something quite different. The air was heavy and thick with a scent that was melting your inhibitions away, one by one. You felt arousal grow in your core, amplifying to the point where you let out a soft whimper, unable to control yourself anymore.

You looked up slowly, gulping as you noticed the demon's eyes on you. He was smirking, a malicious one that was trained on you. His aura was driving itself into your brain, making you weaker and weaker in his presence.

"What...what are you doing to m-me?" You choked out, trailing off into a moan as you felt another sharp burst of pleasure.

"Hm? I'm not doing anything, little kitty. I'm just here, existing."

You felt your brain grow mushy as your neediness grew.

He was an incubus, and you were chained to him with a blood link, thanks to the ritual. His pure sexual energy was merely too much for your human brain, and as the seconds passed by, you were closer to giving up.

Jeongin watched with horror in his eyes as you closed your eyes tightly, trying not to breathe in the contaminated air. However, as you felt another ribbon of ecstatic pleasure shoot through you, you finally snapped.

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, you crawled across the floor as the demon spread his thighs to accommodate you. He smirked at your needy form that looked up at him with wide, blown-out eyes, on your knees.

"Good girl." He ruffled your hair, chuckling as you ate up the praise, scrambling to unzip his pants. You managed to take his cock out finally, after a few minutes of fumbling.

He was big. Too big. His cock was redder than a human's, and almost angry looking.

Mouth-watering.

"What are you waiting for? Cat got your tongue?" He cooed, grabbing a handful of your hair as he held his cock with his other hand.

You moaned, opening your mouth and staring up at him. He groaned, the innocence on your face entrancing him as he shoved you onto his length, your tiny mouth engulfed with his huge cock.

Spluttering, you felt tears spring to your eyes as he slid impossibly far down your throat. He groaned and threw his head back. The sight of you with your mouth stuffed full, your throat bulging with his cock...it was threatening to drive him insane.

Meanwhile, Jeongin could hardly believe what he was witnessing. He was frozen in place, unable to move even an inch as the shock filled every inch of his brain. The demon looked up at him, his grip on your hair relentless as he slowly started fucking your throat, so deep you could barely breathe.

"Like what you see, boy? Your girl's little throat mercilessly fucked by a demon? Tsk. How spineless."

Jeongin felt the slightest bit of anger rush into him. Somehow, the demon's presence was amplifying his feelings, making him even angrier as he continued using your throat as a fucktoy.

"S-stop."

"Hm? Why should I?" He paused, pulling you off his cock roughly, your mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Sir. Please, please use me!" You begged, eagerly moving forward to take him into your mouth again.

The demon looked back up at Jeongin, evil grin reappearing.

Jeongin clenched his fists, hating how weak he felt. The sight of you on your knees, sucking off this, this impossibly hot demonic man, was putting a bad taste in his mouth.

"Sir, just...you have to, stop-"

The demon wrinkled his lips, shaking his head. "My name is Minho, boy. I don't own you, so I don't expect you to treat me with respect...although you will, if you know what's good for you." He tutted, looking down at you again and holding you down on him harshly, your nose pressed to his skin.

"This kitten here does, though. The little ritual she did binds her to me for life."

"You can't- you can't just do that. You can't just take ownership of someone against their will-"

"It's not against her will. She's the one who carried out the ritual, may I remind you. I'm not forcing her to do anything." He lifted a finger in the air lazily, and somehow you found your body changing position, hands slipping off his lap and settling on the floor. Now you were on all fours, lips still wrapped around him as he bucked his hips up.

"The air stinks of jealousy. May I remind you that Envy is one of the deadly sins, little boy?"

Jeongin didn't know what to say any more. He felt utterly helpless, out of place. His feelings were all muddled, and he didn't feel like himself. Sweat was gathering on his brow as Minho eased his grip on your hair, slowing down a little and letting you control the pace. He lifted his finger again, waving it in a tight circle...The energy in the room shifted even more as your skirt slowly lifted up, exposing your ass to Jeongin's eyes.

It was becoming harder to hide the straining bulge in his pants.

You whined softly as Minho pulled out of you, fingers holding your chin as he observed your wrecked face carefully. "What a good kitten. Now, I think this little boyfriend of yours is enjoying the show too much." Minho looked up, his gaze directed at Jeongin's bulge.

"Wouldn't it be mean to make him watch and leave him out of this, kitty?" He asked, mock sympathy on his face as he waved his finger again, making your panties and shirt disappear in less than a millisecond.

You let out a soft yelp, feeling slightly humiliated. It turned you on more, as you realized you were now completely naked except for your skirt and socks. "Yeah, Sir, whatever you say." You let out a sigh and rested your chin on his thigh. "Want Jeonginnie to join too~" you mumbled.

Jeongin gulped, hating the way even more blood rushed south at the sight of you half-naked and on all fours. Now, he had a clear view of your glistening pussy as well as your puckered rim. He licked his lips subtly, all his emotions conflicted as he found himself moving closer.

"Y/n...you really want this?" He asked softly, stopping a few centimetres away.

You turned around to look at him. "Yeah...please..." You pouted. The expression on your face was so needy that Jeongin couldn't help but cave. Besides, now that he was closer to Minho, the aura he was emitting was starting to affect him as well. And that meant he could feel his arousal grow at a fast rate, his cock painfully caged in his pants.

Minho leaned down a little to pick you off the floor. His suit jacket and shirt disappeared, leaving him shirtless as he settled you on his lap, facing Jeongin as he spread your legs.

Hands on your waist, Minho nosed at the back of your neck as he lined your entrance up with his tip. Your eyes were focused on Jeongin, senses clogged with ardor as Minho slowly lowered you onto his cock. The wetness gushing out of you made it a little easier for him to slip in, however his size was still stretching you out to the point where it was borderline painful.

You felt the tears flow down your face freely, as Minho finally managed to push the last few inches in, his entire girth sheathed in you. He was as thick as he was long, and your pussy accommodated him desperately, aching.

He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Too fuck- fucking tight, princess-" He groaned, starting to fuck you on his cock slowly, his strokes roughly trying to open up your pussy.

Jeongin couldn't remember exactly when he'd taken his cock out...but his hands were wrapped around it, stroking slowly as his hooded eyes watched you bounce on the demon's cock. Minho used one hand to gather your skirt up, exposing the spot where you two were connected to Jeongin.

Jealousy, arousal, fear, shock and anger...it all melted together in his brain as he let his dark side take over, slowly. He knew it was because he was in close quarters with an incubus- the raw sexual energy was too much for his human brain to process healthily...it still felt so wrong.

"You want to fuck her, don't you? What are you standing there for, then?" Minho groaned, as he continued plunging his cock into you.

You whined loudly as Minho's tip hit your sweet spot roughly. "Jeongin- want jeong-" You tripped over your words as Minho fucked you dumb.

"P-please, Jeonginnieeee~ Want you in me!" You begged, one arm reaching behind you to wrap around Minho's neck as his hands came up to cup your boobs.

Minho looked up from kissing your neck, red eyes trained on the boy. "You heard her."

He sure did. As the last shred of apprehension faded away, Jeongin couldn't bring himself to care any more. In a few long strides, he was right in front of you.

He let go of you, as Jeongin pulled you downward, so that your face was level with his cock. Minho's grip on your hips was tight, making sure you didn't fall as you tried to steady yourself by placing your hands on Jeongin's thighs.

His thumb swiped across your bottom lip as he stared at you with hungry eyes, before he slipped it in. You started sucking on it eagerly, making the boy above you chuckle.

He pulled his thumb out, prompting a whine from you- but quickly, it was replaced with the head of his cock as he pressed it against your parted lips, taking him in.

Jeongin's cock, despite being much smaller than Minho's, was above average for a human, and it still filled up your mouth deliciously. You felt him dive deep into your throat as he tangled both of his hands in your hair, using that as leverage to fuck into your mouth harder.

"Good boy..."

"Don't call me that." Jeongin spat, his anger building up. He took out his frustration on you, fucking your mouth harsher than Minho had. The combination of two cocks in you turned you on more than ever, and soon enough, you came as you blubbered incoherencies, clenching tightly around Minho.

A few thrusts later, Jeongin felt his high approach. Not wanting to cum yet, he pulled out quickly. You looked up at him, looking so fucked out, absolutely heavenly. How ironic.

He needed you. He'd never felt any emotion this intense before. Gritting his teeth, Jeongin pulled you off Minho, throwing you onto the bed with a grunt. You stared up at him in shock, looking to the right at Minho.

The demon let out a low chuckle, settling himself comfortably in his chair as he propped his chin up with one hand, the other jerking himself off.

Jeongin couldn't look at you. He avoided eye contact, knowing he'd go completely insane if he looked at you.

Roughly spreading your thighs, he leaned down to take your clit between his teeth. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as he shoved his tongue between your folds, groaning at the taste. He kissed and sucked all over your pussy, heart beating a little too fast. His fingers came up to rub at your clit as he shallowly fucked his tongue into your entrance.

Minho slowly stood up, tired of standing to the side. Gently, he shoved Jeongin to the side. The latter growled in frustration, but stopped as Minho lay down on the bed. You quickly understood, his power influencing you to comprehend what he wanted you to do.

You climbed onto Minho backwards, his cock in front of your face. You kissed up his length immediately, lips wrapping around his tip as you felt him grab your ass, pulling you so your pussy made contact with his tongue.

He pulled away for a second. "Go ahead and fuck her ass, it's a lot tighter than her pussy." He said, knowing how roughly he'd fucked you just a while ago.

Jeongin couldn't care less. He just wanted to be in you, as quick as possible. As he led his cock to your ass, he gulped. This was not how he'd expected the night to go.

He spat on your winking pucker, pushing in shortly after. You were so consumed with passion that it barely hurt, even when he started thrusting roughly. The pleasure set you ablaze, the combination of Minho's lips wrapped around your clit and Jeongin's dick deep inside your ass tantalizingly unreal. You couldn't think straight.

Minho put his hands under you, spreading your ass cheeks, making Jeongin groan. You felt his tongue making its way into your pussy, making you moan around his cock.

The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping skin, as well as the groans of the two men fucking you.

Jeongin had imagined having sex with you before. This was definitely not how he'd ever expected it to go. He'd thought of asking you out, taking you on dates, kissing your face and lips softly...yet here he was now, fucking your ass demonically.

You purred as you felt his cock twitch inside you, starting to suck on Minho's cock harder. He tasted so different, almost addicting. You were driven with an intense need to taste his cum, kitten-licking his slit to try and get him to orgasm.

You whined as Minho used his grip on your ass to drag your pussy over his mouth. The sound was so beautiful, driving Jeongin closer to his high. Before he knew it, he was fucking into you faster than before, intent on filling you up. In seconds, he came with a grunt, filling you up perfectly with his seed.

As he came down from his high, he regained some of his sensibility. He felt self-loathing fill him, hating what he'd just done.

Jeongin watched as Minho ate you out roughly, his grip so tight on your ass that it was sure to leave future bruises.

As the demon sucked on your clit, you felt yourself shake, whimpering around his length as another orgasm washed over you, clenching around Jeongin's cock that was still inside you. The overstimulation made him bite his lip and pull out, watching as a drop of his cum leaked out of you. Using his finger, he gathered it up and pushed it back into your hole gently.

Your continuous moans were sending vibrations down Minho's length, and soon he was fucking up into your mouth, chasing his high. He came after a particularly rough thrust, filling up your mouth with so much cum that it leaked out of the corners of your mouth.

Jeongin sat back as Minho pushed you off of him slowly, propping you up on the bed. Weakly, you closed your eyes, collapsing against the pillow. All the strength had been zapped out of you, and you fell asleep quickly.

Minho noticed Jeongin's worried expression, chuckling. "She just got fucked by a demon and her best friend. She'll be okay after some rest." He said, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I...don't like this. She's never going to look at me the same way ever again. I've failed her as a best friend-"

"Woah, stop right there. She wanted it. She was practically begging for you."

"Well our friendship's never going to be the same after this, and I blame you." He said, glaring at the demon, who put up his hands in defense.

"Look. You two summoned me, I came, I did my job."

Minho lazily leaned back next to you, as you slumped, resting your head in his lap as you snored. He chuckled, and stroked your hair as if you were a cat.

"I could get used to living here."

"What?!"

"Once I'm on Earth, I can't leave until I've satisfied my client's wishes. And I can tell the two of you are going to be...hard to satisfy. I'm going to be here for a while." He smirked.

Jeongin tried not to let the jealousy show on his face. He hated the idea.

"You're in love with her...aren't you?"

Jeongin's eyes widened as he stared up at the demon whose eyes had softened.

"I see the way you look at her. How protective you were of her." He sighed. "I'm a sex demon...love isn't my specialty. But...I know a few things about passion. You can't give up."

"That's easy for you to say." Jeongin groaned. Here he was, taking advice from a hellsent demon. What had his life come to?

"Anyway, I'll be spending a lot of time around here, so you'd better get used to this, boy."

"Jeongin." He looked up. "That's my name."

Minho grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

He sighed, looking at you as you exhaled in your sleep, heart clenching with fondness. He couldn't believe the situation you'd gotten the both of them into...but somewhere deep down inside, he didn't regret anything that had happened.

Sometimes, being the responsible, mature one in your friendship was a challenging job..but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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