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lemon-boy-stan · 4 months

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THE BATTLE OF LIONS AND SNAKES - R.A.B

As the first wizarding war draws near, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes even more visible. You'd thought that being James's sister and a Slytherin would change things, but it only made things worse. Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader. Genre: fluff, some angst. Warnings: pureblood supremacy, war talk, slightly dark themes? Swearing, Sirius being a dick. YN calls Sirius a cunt.

The Potters and Blacks were, perhaps, two of the most popular wizarding families at Hogwarts; along with the Malfoys, Prewetts and the Notts. Yes, being pureblood had it's privileges, but it was popularity that put James Potter and Sirius Black on the map.

James and Sirius were the kinds of people that no-one disliked. They were good at sports, funny, daring, and over-all good natured people. They might not have the best grades like Remus Lupin or Lily Evans, but they were damn good at making people laugh, and no-one seemed to mind if they lost any house points.

When the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it had mentioned Gryffindor. Out of all the houses, Gryffindor was the house to be in. Gryffindor made stars, and was home to many famous witches and wizards.

James was a leader. He became Prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his sixth year, and was the youngest Quidditch player in a hundred years to be made Captain of the Gryffindor team. He was a good friend - always loyal, always listening to the side of everyone's conversations, always making sure everyone was involved. He was a gentleman - when he had his heart set on someone, he knew exactly what to do and how to treat her right (in the later years, of course). Your mother and father were extremely proud of him.

You yourself were somewhat similar, as his younger sister, but you always envied him for finding most things in life easy. James had every opportunity laid out for him. You, however, had to work hard if you wanted something, sometimes twice as hard as the average student; hence why the hat placed you in Slytherin.

Being in Slytherin and being a Potter caused quite an uproar your first year at Hogwarts. Everyone in Slytherin had a bone to pick with James, based on whatever prank he and his friends had done on the house. Because of this, everyone had some kind of opinion on you, except for the first years, who knew nothing better but to be your friend.

You had met your first ever friend on the Hogwarts Express. James had brought you to sit with his friends, the "Marauders", as they liked to call themselves. You'd spent two Christmases with them before coming to Hogwarts, and honestly, they were pretty stuck-up, especially Remus, who was some sort of care-home yob, and glared at you every time you spoke.

Eventually, you left the carriage, telling James you wanted to make some new friends. He didn't mind, and jokingly told you not to make friends with the "wrong sort", although you didn't really know what that meant.

All of the carriages were full of people who looked older than you and scarier. You walked further down the train, wondering why some students were staring at you. You ignored them, looking through all of the carriages. Finally, after quite some time, you came across a carriage that was almost empty.

A small boy was sitting on the left side of the carriage, reading a book about Ancient Runes. You smiled, he looked so peaceful compared to everyone else; and he was your age. You put your hand to the door and knocked. He looked up, frowning.

The small boy put his book down and got up. He opened the door, "what do you want?" His dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled apologetically, "I was just looking for a place to sit. My brother and his friends are a bit annoying." The small boy looked you up and down and stepped aside. "You can sit with me."

"My brother and his friends are a bit stuck up, too. I met them on the platform. My name's Regulus, by the way. Regulus Black."

Your eyes widened. This was Regulus Black? The brother that Sirius Black despised so much? Well, he didn't seem quite so decietful and troll-like after all, but perhaps siblings just disagreed with each other. You wondered why he was all by himself.

"I enjoy my own company, normally, but mother said to make friends. You seem like a respectable enough witch... Would you mind telling me your name?" You tried not to giggle at how Regulus spoke. You'd never heard a ten-year-old speak so posh before. You smiled, "YN Potter, nice to meet you."

Regulus's eyes darkened but he shook his head. "You're not bad for a Potter. Let's be friends." Regulus Black held out his hand, and you shook it, sitting down next to him.

The train continued to move through Scotland. "I'm afraid I'll be put in Slytherin," you said after awhile, putting your head in your hands, "all of my family's been in Gryffindor for thousands of years, but the other day dad joked that I was more cunning than bold."

Regulus looked at you, "I think what you did earlier was pretty bold." You scoffed, "what, asking you if I could sit with you?" He grinned and nodded, "yeah. Do you know how many people avoided me just then before you got here? Even in the Slytherin carriage they think I'm some sort of a freak." You frowned, "I don't think you're a freak. You're just a regular kid to me."

Regulus pulled a face, "I'll have you know I'm the second heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, an extremely respectable and non-regular young wizard." You let out a snort of a laugh, "what kind of kid has to be respectable?!" Before covering your mouth. Regulus smiled at you, "the ones who don't snort like that." You giggled.

Regulus started to get more comfortable. "All of my family's been in Slytherin for thousands of years, just like how yours is with Gryffindor. When Sirius was put in Gryffindor two years ago mum went absolutely ballistic. Maybe I might be put in Gryffindor too, but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin... I wish I was brave enough to run away."

You snorted again, "I wish I was brave enough to be in Gryffindor." Regulus laughed loudly. You turned to him, "if I am put in Slytherin, it won't be so bad if I'm with you." And he smiled.

And you were right. With Regulus by your side, you found it easy making friends in first year. Everyone in Slytherin was a pureblood, and was either scared of him (which you thought was truly ridiculous) or they respected him.

As the years went by, it was clear to most people that the two of you were as close as two peas in a pod. You were often seen together so much that on the rare occasions where you weren't together, you were asked where the other one was.

It was in your third year where you realised your feelings for the youngest Black brother was not just those of friendship, but something much stronger. As your crush grew and your Slytherin friends teased you about it, you began to worry and think of what would happen if you were to date Regulus, and what would happen when your big brother and his best friend found out that you were dating the little brother that he despised so.

And in fourth year, as if nudging these events into reality even further, you and Regulus began to date. In fifth year, the two of you became prefects and Quidditch Captains, and it was clear that you were a powerful unstoppable couple. Despite this, however, some people still did not agree with the dynamic of your relationship.

It was during lunch in the middle of your fifth year did the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor really take its poll.

The war was almost in full motion, and it was obvious to anyone with brains that Voldemort did not have good intentions. There had been whispers in the Slytherin Common Room of some older students who had joined Voldemort's side through some kind of ritual.

James and Sirius were convinced that Regulus was one of these people, and as usual, had convinced themselves that they were right.

"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" You snapped. Your older brother put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Padfoot thinks you should reconsider your relationship with Regulus, that's all." Merlin, were you glad that Reg was out in the pitch training. Sometimes his mad Quidditch obsession was a good thing.

You turned to Sirius now, "you think that, do you?" And Sirius shrugged. James jumped in quickly, keen to stop an argument from happening.

"Well you know how Padfoot's family are all very... Traditional," James was picking his words carefully, watching your facial expressions, "and he told me the other day that his folks had been talking about some dark lord for a long time, like, ever since second year, and how they were all going to join him and support him, and Padfoot was just saying-"

"Regulus is bound to join up!" Sirius butted in. James turned to him and sighed. You looked at him. "He means well, but he's easily coeerced into things, and he's always trying to impress mother, and they always brainwash him, I mean, just look at Bella."

You scowled. Sirius's parents may have been horrible people, but that didn't mean everyone else in his family was. Okay, perhaps one or two of his cousins had done some nasty things in the past, and Bellatrix was one of them, but you would always remember her as the girl who cursed some older students for boxing your ears. She'd said any friend of Regulus was a friend of hers and that you could count on her.

"Bella is a perfectly kind and respectable witch. She's really nice, actually." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. "Well, whatever, but don't come crying to me when your boyfriend has suddenly run off to join Voldemort. I'm telling you, all of them are like that. You know, at least ninety percent of Slytherin house are evil!" Sirius threw his arms up and you began to fume.

"But you always forget the main thing, don't you, Black?!" Typical Sirius Black to hate something but to leave an exception. "I'm a Slytherin too! You think we're all just so evil, do you? You think all of us want to join Voldemort? Since Regulus apparently will, maybe I will to PROVE YOU WRONG, you righteous, narcissistic cunt!"

Lily and Marlene gasped but you didn't care. Sirius scoffed even louder. "Oh, that's rich, coming from YN "I don't want to be a Slytherin" Potter! But I suppose after snogging my dear brother everything's fine, is it? Suppose the death eaters will just have to snog you to convince you to join up-"

"CONFRINGO!" The Gryffindors shrieked loudly at the sudden spell. Sirius flew backwards, knocking down the students who were sitting next to him and you knew who it was immeadietly. Regulus was always rather powerful with his magic.

Sirius got up and glared at his younger brother, taking out his wand. Regulus held his chin high, "don't you say a word against my girlfriend." And Sirius scoffed. "Is she really your girlfriend, or is she just someone who you lock lips with in your bed? LEVICORPUS!"

You dove infront of Regulus just before you saw Sirius wave his wand, but forgot to take out your own, and now you were hovering in the air. James let out an enraged roar, getting up. "WHAT THE FUCK, PADFOOT! DID YOU JUST CURSE MY FUCKING SISTER?!" You didn't think you'd ever heard him be so mad before.

Sirius glared at him, "I was trying to get Regulus, but the little weasel doged it just like everything else in his life!" You tried to fight the enchantment, "GO FUCK YOURSELF, BLACK!" kicking at the air. The other students laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus flicked his wand and Sirius's wand flew out of his hand. "You're just as bad as mother," Regulus hissed, "cursing an innocent person." Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh, I'm as bad as mother? Who's the one still grovelling about her knees and begging for her admiration?! Who's the one who-"

"CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP AND PUT MY SISTER BACK? FINITE INCANTATUM!" James wove his wand angrily, and you fell back down to the ground. The school had stopped laughing now, and were all just watching intently.

Regulus turned to you, "are you okay?" You dusted yourself off and nodded, "I'm good." You turned to Sirius. "Not that it's any of your business, but Regulus is my boyfriend and I love him. So if you can't deal with that you can just get lost."

James looked the two of you up and down before nodding solemnly. He turned to you, "YN, Regulus, I'm sorry. I didn't see it before, but I do now, and I can tell that you're in love. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to be together, I don't have a problem with it anymore." James nodded at Regulus, who still looked a bit taken aback that he was being addressed.

Sirius scowled, "I still do."

This time it was Regulus who rolled his eyes. He then turned to you and grinned, "since you've got such a problem with it, Sirius, watch this." You looked at Regulus in confusion before getting the memo and grinning. Regulus smiled too, grabbing your waist and leaning in, kissing you on the lips. Slytherin house cheered as the others stared in shock.

Sirius scoffed in disbelief, "whatever." And you smiled, kissing Regulus again. James made a sound, "you better remove Regulus from my sister, Padfoot, or you won't have a brother anymore." You giggled softly, threading your fingers through Regulus's dark curls before looking up into his green eyes and pulling away.

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scriggle-scraggle · 2 months

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Due South Fic Recs

Academic Punk by TheHoyden (RayK/Fraser): The quintessential college professor AU

Busted & its sequel Tapestry by JiM: A year after CoTW, and a life-changing experience, Ray goes back to Canada

Like a House on Fire by @bethbethbeth01 & kelliem (RayK/Fraser): “In the immortal words of Yogi Berra, ‘It’s deja vu all over again.’”

With Six You Get Eggroll by @cesperanza (RayK/Fraser): The story of how Ray & Fraser ended up with six kids.

Ray Is Not Actually Graphing The History Of His Relationship With Fraser–That Would Be Pathetic, And Ray Is Not Pathetic–But If He Was Graphing It, Even Just In His Own Stressed-Out, Messed-Up Brain, It Might Look Something Like This by sprat (RayK/Fraser): The sex has never not been good. That is not the confusing part of Ray-and-Fraser. They are naturals at the sex; the sex is their friend. If there was some kind of sexathalon, the two of them would be All-State, trophy-winning champs.

Like a House on Fire by Beth H (bethbethbeth): "In the immortal words of Yogi Berra, 'It's deja vu all over again.'"

Ping by Speranza: I am not the only person here who wants a do-over.

Tip, Slide, Tumble by j_s_cavalcante: Ray knew when he found the body in the alley it was going to change someone's life. He just didn't expect that life would be his.

All the Comforts of Home by rattlecatcher: post-CotW

Family Portrait by Journey [archived by dsa_archivist]: A slightly AU Ray Kowalski meets Constable Benton Fraser.

This Is Us Series by AuKestrel: how was the decision reached between Kowalski and Fraser to embark on the quest for the Hand of Franklin?

Near Wild Heaven Series by AuKestrel: This was, almost literally, the first thing I wrote, and certainly the first long thing I ever wrote. (Coming to Terms was the first "short" story I wrote and posted.) I worked on this off and on for over a year and did not write it in any kind of linear fashion. The first part was actually finished last, in part because I was stuck in getting them to a plausible misunderstanding that was necessary for the plot (such as it was). It's rough, and could have done with more work, although I did fix a lot of the (popular at the time, I swear!) dialect.

I'm posting it in part because I had SUCH a great time writing it (in fact, there are still parts of it that make me laugh), because I learned so much by/while writing it, and also because it's sort of "historical": a lot of the tropes in dS fandom did not exist when this was written (hard to believe, but there were only 27 F/K stories on Hexwood when I came into the fandom, and only about 5 of those had any kind of M/M sex!), and I thought it would be fun for other people to see how we earlier writers managed such things as tropes before they were tropes. But, in essence, you are about to read a "first novel," with all the alarm bells that ought to ring in your head.

Hawks and Hands by Dira Sudis (dsudis): Eighteen sex scenes strung together with angst and hockey.

Finding the Words by Berty: When luck finally runs out, who's there to pick up the pieces?

Wildly Courteous Ways by Starfish [archived by dsa_archivist]: A new assignment has Ray worried until Fraser steps in to help.

When the Ice Goes Out by Kellie Matthews [archived by dsa_archivist]: Long past CotW, Fraser and Ray K. discover that life both it and isn't as simple as it seems.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Wolves by Penelope Whistle [archived by dsa_archivist]: From stake-out to make-out.

Unguarded Protectorate by Bone [archived by dsa_archivist], Mairead Triste [archived by dsa_archivist]: Smut and angst. This story was previously published in the zine SERGE PROTECTOR.

Somewhere Else to Be by Kellie Matthews [archived by dsa_archivist]: This is an AU. Fraser's not a Mountie, Ray's not a cop, but as someone once said, things once linked remain that way. In any universe, they are meant to be partners.

The Reaching Out One by Alex51324: (AO3 account required) It's ten years after the events of CoTW (in other words, the present day). After the Quest, Fraser and Ray went back to their regular lives--

The Course by Bone [archived by dsa_archivist], Aristide [archived by dsa_archivist]: Randomness. Inevitability. Smut.

If It Walks Like A Duck . . . by Beth H (bethbethbeth): When an old friend of Ray Kowalksi's returns to Chicago, it takes almost no time at all for her to draw the obvious - and erroneous - conclusion about Ray and his "partner."

Genesis by kalena: In the beginning, Ray Kowalski meets Benton Fraser, geologist and volcano cowboy, in Hawaii. AU.

#ds30below #fic rec #due south #ray kowalski #benton fraser #rayk x fraser

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k-atsukibakugou · 18 days

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Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀

ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.

not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.

walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.

“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.

“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.

“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”

grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.

“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.

“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”

“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”

“like what?”

“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.

“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”

after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.

he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.

you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.

let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.

#mercurys birthday bash #「mercury answers」#「jo <3」#「kat <3」#「mercury writes」#tw: alcohol #bakugou drabble #bakugo drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader

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Characters: Neteyam Sully(26) x Fem Omaticaya Navi Reader

Warnings: none, just sweet fluff

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Synopsis: Childhood friends play a game…could it lead to more?

Neyrali begged and pleaded as you gathered more sweet berries, popping a few between your lips as you plucked more. She had been rambling for a while about a much needed break from the heat, proposing to stop down by the stream after harvest was over.

“Please just come with us, I promise it’ll be fun and relaxing”, she pleaded, pushing her body into yours.

You could feel the blistering sun burn against your skin as you weighed your options, which weren’t many at this time of day. Going back to home tree meant your mother would be fanning over your every move, and heading back with the harvest group meant being hunched over as you peeled the thick skin from many of the fruits to get the sweet flesh inside.

A sly smile raised as Neyrali began pestering you again, “it’ll only be us girls, and you can even finish that cute little top you were making”, her smile wide now as she grasped your working arm, shaking it gently.

You could feel your resolve slipping, with no real objection except that with Neyrali, it was never just us girls. Neyrali was popular, loud and energetic as she worked within the clan. If Neyrali and Tili came then of course Tanu and Bexti were not far and with Kiri, it meant the entire Sully gang was not far behind either. Causing the peace to be upturned into hormonal chaos and pending trouble.

As you stood stretching high into the thick leaves of a yovo fruit tree, you pulled your final fruit for the day, laying it to rest along the variety of other fruits in your picking basket. Scanning for the other harvesters you could see Neyrali’s long forgotten basket back at the small bush of sweet berries in the distance.

“Okay, fine Neyrali…we can go,” you huffed as Neyrali shrieked, jumping into the air. Her happiness was short lived as you sharpened your tone “BUT only if you promise, no. funny. business” jokingly pointing your long fingers into her chest with a deadpan face.

She rolled her eyes hard as she began to pull you along, further into the thick vines of the forest. You stumbled after her, adjusting your heavy sac, that carried all your weaving tools and even pieces of your pending top, back onto your slim hips. It wasn’t long before you could hear the rushing water splashing against the nearby rocks and rippling back out into the forest.

As you entered the familiar clearing, the sounds of laughter could be heard coming clearly from Tili as she fended off Loak and Tanu from drowning her. A flurry of emotions fluttered within as you scanned the rest of the clearing, many more Omaticaya your age resting all along the bank of the stream. And as your eyes landed on the bulk form of the future Olo’eyktan, sitting atop one of the much higher rocks along the stream, you could feel your body begin to tingle all over. He was a sight to see, the crush you harbored from childhood burrowing deep into your chest once again. All those years of carefree playing as friends had slowly slithered away as duty became more important. And although always sweet and respectful in passing, that really was just Neteyam.

You were extremely hot now, your eyes downcast as you made your way toward the water, farther away from the crowd.

As you settled onto the waters edge allowing your feet to dangle into the calmest part of the stream, your eyes naturally began to wander back to Neteyam’s form. He really was gorgeous in all his glory, Olo’eyktan training doing his body justice as he filled out. As your eyes trailed up his torso, you could feel the burn within your stomach,perspiration building a slick layer onto your skin. His chest, full and round as it rose and fell, his neck stretched back as sweat begins to pool in the dip that meets below, up past his soft pink lips, you could now admire his bright amber eyes, intense and focused as he gave his full attention to his surroundings. And usually he was focused on everything, observing his comrades, sweeping for potential danger, and keeping a watchful eye on his rowdy siblings, but now his eyes were only focused on you.

He was always so intense, his eyes quickly tracing your form as his lips quirked into smile, and before you could feel the tingle spread from your stomach to your burning cheeks, he was walking over.

His stride long and quick as he shuffled through the playful hunters and dancing healers. You could feel your heart quicken, thumping against your ribs as it began to drown out Neyrali’s insistent plan to get with Bexti after eclipse.

She abruptly stopped feeling Netyams strong presence behind her, a sly smile spreading across her face as she eyed his body up until she was squinting up at his face. The sun outlined his body in a heated glow that made your mouth go dry and you palmed at the moss below, grounding yourself in its cool feel.

“Hi”, he spoke softly keeping his eyes solely on you, his shoulders creating a dark shadow for you to look back up at him.

An awkward pause stretched between the three of you and you could see Neyrali roll her eyes with a small giggle pulling from her lips. She was the first to leave, not even so much as a goodbye, swaying her hips towards Bexti, who waited for her with open arms.

The silence was almost deafening, only the beat of a nearby drum, and the loud crash of water filling the space between you two. You could feed him shift down, not towering over you but hovering close as he eyed you with a smile.

“You know we haven’t spoken in a while, I miss playing with you”, he was confident as he flirted, his attraction seeping into you. His confidence made you giggle, but no response would come.

This wasn’t unusual. You know Neteyam, at least you used to. When he was young and oblivious, a playful boy, who only dreamed of becoming a mighty warrior. He spent more time with you then, playmates who spent from dawn to eclipse together. You both the same height, him taking your slightly smaller hand into his as he guided you to the small fishing pond he liked, or teaching you and his siblings how to swim on a warm day. A big brother to the small and weak, picking you up when you fell and encouraging you to run a little faster when you were almost in his grasp.

He was still that Neteyam, just taller, broader, handsomer- you smiled, but still confident and forward.

Your face turned a hue too purple and you could feel his heated gaze all over you now, burning your neck, chest, and thighs as he gaucked shamelessly.

Turning your head down back to the flowing water, you mimicked his greeting,” hi, sit with me ‘teyam”, you grinned as that childhood nickname slipped past your lips.

He was bright now, glowing as he made room for himself next to you. Leaning back into the wet earth to bask in the sun.

•

Eclipse was beginning as the hot sun began to dissipate. A slow progression as your skin began to cool and a slight chill began to slither across your skin.

Your body still slightly pressed up against Neteyams as he watched your work intently. A quick learner always as he began to twists and braid some of the extra twine you carried in your sac. Every so often pulling small beads from his hair and weaving them into the dainty jewelry he was making. Working alongside him was easy even when your ears spiked and a shiver ran down your spine at the touch of his thigh against yours. No words were exchanged as the sounds of everyone around drowned out seemingly into the distance.

Your hands had begun to ache as your nimble fingers worked simultaneously weaving the brightly colored beads onto the waxy thread. The multiple hues of purple shimmering as you twisted them tightly together creating a contrast to the dark blue feather tangled into hanging vines. The top was coming along nicely, and a smile graced your face as you worked along.

Every so often you could hear the giggles and shrieks from the frantic Navi playing in the water, but overall it was peaceful and you could feel your tense muscles relax as you laid along the waters edge, the small fish kissing along your legs.

The cool breeze blew against your back, a stark contrast from the heat that consumed you every so often from his amber eyes dancing along your exposed legs.

His eyes had been glued to the side of your head as you worked, sitting up against him to hold yourself up from the long day of harvest. And as you relaxed, you sunk further into him, like you once did as a child.

The seemingly serene peace was broken as a sopping wet Loak landed near you, setting himself onto the mossy edge with an obnoxious sigh. His lanky form crowded over you, his beaded hair dripping water all over your lap as you rolled your eyes, you knew it was only a matter of time.

“Loak, always the charmer”, you slipped as your eyes rolled back harshly. He was truly a show boat, even in childhood. Calling the attention of anyone who’d look to showcase his itty bitty muscles, or running through the village creating a path of chaos for all the kids to follow.

His smile was wide, canines on display as he chuckled loudly. Resting on his forearms, laid back he hadn’t so much as acknowledged his brother until you felt his arms reach around you, pulling you into his warm chest and away from his soaking wet little brother. Scolding him for his lack of manners. Neteyam ever the gentleman was still as protective as you remembered.

“ Bro, don’t be such a buzzkill, I just missed my girl”, he charmed with a toothy grin.

Now he was hovering over you, pushing you further into Neteyam’s sturdy chest. You gasped feeling smothered by the large brothers.

“Loak, please, I’m not your girl or anyone’s for that matter”, you snapped, shoving his tawny body from your personal space. You could smell the sweet scent of yaku berries and healing paste seeping from him and so you teased “even after a bath you still smell like Sati”.

It was Loak’s turn to stutter, a purple blush spreading across his face as his flickering ears burned a painful looking red. You giggled, a sharp cackle spreading through the clearing as a low rubble of Neteyam’s chuckle soothed against your back.

Loak was so easy to tease, even as he had grown up with a quick mouth, you had a slick tongue that was quick with retort. His gasps halted as he eyed you with sharpened eyes, and you had returned to weaving, knowing that he would have much more to say.

“Well at least I’m not cuddled up with the next Olo’eyktan,” he quipped and now it was your turn to choke.

Neteyam’s solid body was now hovering over you from behind, rubbing your back, and pulling you back into him further as he scolded his brother.

Without looking you could hear the bright smile he held and it felt like old times. Loak teasing you about the very obvious crush you had on his older brother, and a Neteyam’s gentleman like nature allowing you to hide within his chest as a blush creeped along every point of your body.

Now he was pushing his younger brother back into the shallow waters edge, a loud splash crashing against both your legs as he surfaced back up for air.

“So low bro and you know it”, he gasped with a roll of his eyes.

Neteyam’s boisterous laugh sounded out into the crowd calling the attention of the few people still left as eclipse was ending.

The darkness had begun to descend upon Pandora calling the bioluminescent flora to glow with the absence of light. You began packing up your bag, placing your almost finished top at the bottom of your satchel.

“Neteyam were you able to finish”, you inquired with a small smile and he began fishing through the moss where he left the forgotten project.

As his large body turned back to your own reaching out for your long arm. His fingers clasping onto your own as the feeling of wooden beads gliding up past your fingers and then onto your wrist. A tiny bracelet with turquoise pebbles woven tightly between flower shaped purple beads you had stuffed at the bottom of your own collection of pebbles.

Your entire face lit up, a now pink blush creeping along your cheeks as you recognized the gleaming teal beads that matched the many beads within his own hair and jewelry he wore everyday.

You didn’t imagine the small project to keep himself occupied as he relaxed at the river would be for you, but like Loak he was still a confident charmer, and you smiled knowingly as your eyes admired his work.

His notable skill as a warrior trumped any of the other skills he had learned within his 23 years of living, but still his weave-ship rivaled a few of the skilled weavers within the clan.

“It’s gorgeous teyam..is this really for me?”, you gushed as he fiddled with his work wound around your wrist. His response came much later, a small bubble of silence that made you look up into his awaiting eyes.

“Of course, love”, his smile gleamed the same bright glow as the surrounding flora and he pulled you into him, crushing you against his warm chest.

“ Alright lovebirds, how about a game before we head back” you could hear Loak snicker from behind you, his soaking wet body making the moss below mushy.

Now he was yelling, calling attention to the few who were still lazing about the clearing. You could make out the pile of Neyrali, Bexti, Tili, & Tanu near the edge of the clearing, laying against the massive tree that shaded parts of the pond. They seemed to be in a relaxed conversation with slight smiles as they flirted with each other.

Over the years you knew that each pair was endgame, but no one was in a rush, our youth consumed with finding our place with the traditions of the omiticaya and excelling to live up to our proud parents.

As Loaks voice sounded out into the clearing again, competing against the howls of nightly creatures lurking far within the distance, the group had made their way up and over the waters edge near us.

The boys hollered as some much needed fun was suggested and you could feel yourself being pulled up to stand, Neteyam pulling you close against his chest again.

“how about a game of truth or dare?”’ Loak suggested a smirk forming as he stared down Sati. Her dark hair hung in waves, flowing against her back as she rested against a nearby rock.

Everyone tracked his eyes, landing on her form as she sat oblivious to the many eyes resting on her. She was a great warrior, following after her father to be a notable scout and guard in the late hours of the night. Loak and Sati had been partners sinde she passed her iknimiya. His training had proved fruitful and they were a noticeable pair within the clan.

You called out to her, adding to the crowd of young Navi looking to have a little bit of careless fun before trekking back home.

Although many people were all up for the teasing fun that accompanies playing the human game introduced by the current Olo’eyktan , Toruk Makto.

You had personally played the game with the sully kids many times. Always in the comfort of the sully families hut, as the game always seemed to get out of hand when played within the forest. The first and only time we played in the forest lead to baby Tuktirey being lost for hours, only being found long after eclipse. Loak having dared her to stay hidden within the forest until she was found. The brave Tuk had blindly completed her brothers dare, giving her father a “heart attack”, as he berated Loak once again for such dumb antics.

As you began to decline the game, in respect for the rule, Neteyam’s deep voice beat you to it, “ you know we aren’t allowed, plus we need to ALL be making our way back to Hometree”, his stern voice seemed to pierce everyone standing around and many had begun to disperse, slowly heading to the path that led home.

Loak huffed loudly, stilling everyone,” we’re literally all adults Neteyam-“ he retorted harshly but continued.

“-but fine how about tag” he suggested with roll of his big eyes.

You remembered the game fondly, your small legs racing through the forest, your skrawny limbs being thrashed by whipping vines and harsh roots sticking up from the ground. Your short body was still a bit clumsy, as you tried to leap from branch to branch. You rarely lost even with that disadvantage and you smiled boldly as you knew you could win again.

“we haven’t played that in so long”, you gushed, jumping up and down in a giddy childlike manner.

You could hear Loak and Neteyam snicker as they gaped at your excitement. Neteyam’s body had jostled a bit as you jumped against him and as his hand smoothed itself over your head, with a light pat, you grinned harder.

As if on autopilot, the crowd began to disperse. Female Navi shifting to the edge of the clearing, readying themselves in the direction of hometree.

The warriors still left, huddled at the waters edge, eyeing up the female Navi, picking their prey. The human game of tag had many years been morphed to a game of hunt. Young Navi learning to track and flow with the movement of trees, eager to become revered warriors within the clan. In all it’s fun, it had given many of them the confidence to begin training at a young age and pass their rites early too.

Hometree, our safe haven was base, and every prey who made it to its thick roots at its base was safe from the strong grip of their hunters.

If caught you were subjected to whatever desires your hunter requested, and most caught female Navi ended with courting gifts and shared whispers of love in the glowing night.

In much younger age you remembered the chase to be just as exhilarating as it was scary. You’d forgone playing many times, and only when Neteyam pinky promised to be your hunter for the game did you relent. With watering eyes and a bobbing poked out lip, you begged against his chest to go easy on you. His soft eyes and calm voice always reassuring you that he would protect you no matter what.

You smiled brightly every time you barreled through the thick vines covering the entrance to Hometree, spinning around to jump against Neteyam’s unwavering form right behind you. He was always so close, but never close enough.

“We’ve picked! Does everyone remember how to play”, a young hunter by the name of Tsu’mey called out into the clearing.

He was eyeing up another young harvester, Juma. The intense gaze of every hunter was cascading over their prey and you could feel the weight of Neteyam’s gliding over your skin.

His intense stare caused a hot prickle to begin crawling up your skin, every hair follicle on edge as your body turned over to fight or flight.

Your chest began to squeeze, tightening around your beating heart. Your widened eyes, pinching into slight amusement. The game was about to begin, and as you readied your shaking body, steadying it against the solid ground beneath you, you called out to him, loudly amongst the overlapping calls of daring hunters, “so close, ma teyam”, pausing for dramatic effect, “but never close enough”.

He was crouched now, his looming body morphing into the form of a beast, his eyes as daring as a palulakan itself.

Your sharp eyes had began to search for his form among the hunters. They had crowded around at the ponds edge, waiting for the countdown to begin for our headstart.

Neteyam must have stood at its center, his bulky form hidden well amongst the others so you crouched, tensing your body to prepare to run. 10 seconds. That’s all you get before he’s behind you, you reminded yourself.

“READY”, was what silenced everyone. The one word calling out into the clearing, jolting your body for the rush. Your toes dig deep into the soil below, a slight breeze chilling your wet skin.

“SET”, a low voice called out, stilling all the surrounding Navi. The silence was palpable, even the surrounding foliage and native creatures stilled to a pause.

You could hear your heart beating against your rib cage. Knees bent and hands outstretched to pull against the cascading vines.

“GO”,a deeper tone sounded out, the familiar accent sounding out into the clearing. You sprung into a sprint, pushing off the soil as soon as the Navi next to you did.

The load chants from the hunters spurred you on as you knew they would be barreling behind you any second now. Surely their eyes were tracking their prey, seeing the direction and scenting the path.

You pushed on, past the clearings bordering foliage and up into the trees for hopefully an added advantage. Home was not far and you knew you could swing further up higher so you pushed on.

The vines were twisted, forcing you to pull against them to make way for your slim form. Desperately clawing at the air to keep your head clear of the heavy leaves blocking your view.

You could hear the loud calls of hunters on the loose. In every direction they called familiar chants, as if they were hunting tailoang, in the night air. A slight burn was creeping up into your thighs, the soles of your feet beginning to ache as you landed harshly on a giant branch, high in the air.

You could feel him, he wasn’t close just yet, but his presence was easy to pick out many paces away. His adept body moving through your cleared path smoothly, catching up to your form, in less time than usual.

Your fingers were stinging now, small scrapes adorning your nimble fingers as you pulled against some particularly strong vines.

This may have not been a good idea, you thought. On the ground you only had to worry about the deep roots sticking up out the earth. Hopping over them with ease, and avoiding the chaos of other avoiding prey and hunters.

As you pulled against a thick cascading vine , pushing your body into the air to land against a branch further ahead you could feel the soft touch of his fingers.

He was way to close now. Neteyam was insanely fast, well past his peers in agility, speed, and strength but your head-start should have afforded you a good distance.

You could hear his harsh breathes now, almost as if he was right on top of you. Pushing your sore legs further, a harsh burn began to ripple through them. The thump of your heart beating against your ribs pushed you on, your wideshot eyes seeking out a quick escape.

A sigh of relief left your lips as the pink glow peaked around the corner of a large branch up ahead. Slipping down the slim branch you began to jump down quickly. Hopping clumsily from branch to branch, as you closed in on the landmark, the bright flora of (pick one) growing against a tall tree, almost as tall as kelutral??. Its roots spiraled around the tree in a magenta hue covering.

You were close.

Pushing forward the quick whips of branches and vines slicing against your skin stung, twisting within your braids before being snagged out. You could hear the path behind you shuffling loudly, tree bark scratched and leaves ruffled to make way for his opposing frame.

The loud hoots and calls of hunters surround you, as you closed in on Hometree. Your rapid breaths pushed out between your lips, heart beating harshly against your chest. But you could see your home insight. Just a few feet before you would be passing the grand threshold of the tree winding branches.

And then you felt it.

Warm hands tugging against your strained arms pulling you back from the winding roots leading to the entrance of kelutral. His hard chest pressed firmly against your back as he forced your body to come to a sudden stop. The air rushing from your lungs halted and a harsh gasp pushed past your lips as you swung around to face your predator.

Then his lips are covering yours, a passionate dance of tongue and clashing teeth. His bulky form pushing you over until you were leaning uncomfortably far back and holding onto his shoulders tightly.

As his lips began to pull away, you could feel your body following, begging to be kissed again. You could feel his hands all over now, on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, waist, and lastly your ass. His musky scent mixed with the sweet scent of moss surrounded you and you feel into his body comfortably with your eyes closed and head tucked into between his pecs.

“Your mine now”, he rasped. His lazily flicking tail wrapped around your thigh, holding you flush against his form.

Authors Note: Finally posted my first writing so I’m excited and happy I could finish it. There might also be another chapter for this story but nothing more than that. Let me know your thoughts plss!!!

💗 @pandorapromises @pandorxxx @thewalkingwillowtree @theblueflower05 @neteyamsyawntu @vivid-ink

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diorcities · 1 year

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hearts

pairing: mark x reader.

genre: suggestive, fluff.

content: college au, friends to lovers???, mark's very popular, reader's a bookworm.

masterlist — req

hiding in the library was the best. skip classes, read tons of books, eat. alone. in silence. absolutely the best.

a few crumbs fell off to the open book in your legs. “oh, fuck,” you mouthed, as your hands hurried to throw the crumbs off the paper. the least you wanted was the caregiver to find bookworms in the books you coincidentally picked from the stall. letting you eat in the library alone was a really good accomplishment, so you didn't wanna be ripped away from that little prize.

“uh?” a voice sounds across the stall. your hands quickly go to your mouth, starting to worry if the mere sound of your breathing could alert your position. “someone's there?” your eyes widened, as the realization hit you hard in the guts. because of that voice. oh boy. you could recognize them from miles away.

“it's probably a mouse,” the girl answers. her girlfriend agreed, quite suspicious. you hold your breath until you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. when it was safe to move, you got up and went out to the counter.

“the book you lend me, safe and sound,” you assure the lady, with a suspicious look in her face. you handed her the book. “and thanks again for letting me sneak out of lunch break,” you add. “you're welcome, even though... i didn't,” the woman answers “you can't hide forever,” she says, “from those...”. “oh, no, i wasn't hiding,” you said, “did you think i was hiding?” you ask,, letting out a big fake laugh. jesus christ.

“you should start doing something so things can change, that's what i think.”

you sigh softly, opening your mouth to answer, when someone enters the library. your eyes go to the door, immediately returning your gaze to the caregiver. big fuck.

the woman probably sees something in your face, rolling her eyes, as you sense someone approaching from behind. muscles slightly tensing.

“the book you lend me, ma'am.” his voice cut the air and probably your breath.

“thanks, honey,” the woman says, grabbing the book. “how was your test?” she asks, turning to her computer. she did the same question when you arrived early. you said...

“awesome,” he answers. the woman gives you a look before saying: “uh... what a coincidence”. “although, extra help would be nice,” he added later. “like a tutor?” suggests the caregiver as she leaves the counter and goes into a corridor. leaving you. both. alone.

“shall we go?” during this whole time your body remains still, breathing with quick and soft exhalations, but when his raspy voice cut the air, your body melts like honey. he waits, expecting. doe eyes fixed somewhere around you. or in you.

an electric wave shots through your limbs.

“of course”.

it's getting dark outside. the late rays of a sleepy sun washed the sky in pretty watercolors. purple. orange. pink. as you walk to the parking lot, your head tilts back to the clouds. absorbing the view. mark thinks it's cute. he says it out loud. the sky? you ask.

a glimpse of a smile. sure, he answers.

inside his car, an earthy and coffee fragrance dances in the little space inside the car.

where should you go?

mmm...

coffee, you both answer.

the wind blows your hair. his hand caressed your hand.

a song is playing on the radio, but you can recall its name. he glances at you, before turning up the volume. his raspy voice filled the air, singing the lyrics. and you think it's beautiful. he is beautiful. the sun sets, finally, as you arrive at your destiny. and you share a look. a feeling. an emotion.

he leans over. and your forehead bumps into each other. both burst out laughing. his hair makes you tickle. he says the same. the silence shallows both of you. your thoughts dance around, between your bodies. wondering. expecting. til he leans again. and you're not laughing anymore. his lips, on your lips. moving, kissing. and suddenly his hand is on your cheek. and yours in his. your head spins as he kisses you, the intensity growing as the seconds pass. sharp and slow, touchy. leaving you breathless.

the warm surface of the bed meets your bodies. he hasn't stopped kissing you. your lips. your cheeks. your neck. pretty, he said. you look pretty, as he holds onto the headboard, finding balance. his silky skin under your touch. his fingertips tattooed on your waist.

swollen lips letting out pretty sounds, breathy and shaky as both exhalations find each other in the space between your mouths.

tired. staring at each other. out of breath. the silence involving your bodies. your fingers tracing patterns in his collarbone. and shoulders. he wants to remember every part of you, he says. time's so short, you answer. you have to go.

he's driving you home, hands interlaced. hearts intertwined. you want to remember his lips, so you kiss him. slowly. tenderly. time's so short.

“shall we go?” his voice again. only to realize that he's talking to one of his friends. he says yes, and now they're leaving.

the realization of the moment made you dizzy. earth spinning so fast under your feet that your stomach is twisted. you've imagined it all. because no one looked at you deeply. and you can't remember the last time someone kissed you. mark would never talk to you. and that's the worst part of it all.

the woman comes back and gives you a look. the look. start doing something. so things can change. a small act of bravery.

or a small act of humiliation.

you leave the library. your steps increase speed. your heart is beating so fast. a small gasp falls from your lips, as you see him in the doorway. he's talking with his friends. he kinda seems flustered. undecided. his friends seemed to cheer him up until he ultimately declined. defeated. his shoulders shrink, as he thinks of something. his head shakes two times and hurries his friends out of the building.

“mark.”

now he sees you. looking stupid in the middle of the hallway. you make your pace and approach. as you came closer, a thousand emotions washed his face. one stands out more than the others. looking into his eyes, you realize that he looked like he was expecting you to be there.

“yn,” he pronounces your name like it was something he was waiting to say out loud. and you knew. it was worth it

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct au #mark lee scenarios #mark scenarios #mark lee au #mark lee drabbles #mark lee fluff #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fic #m:mark #♡mark

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shikai-the-storyteller · 1 year

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Who is Rubius?

Although Rubius' role will be different than regular participants, it seems like he'll be a big part of QSMP in his own way, so here's a rundown of who he is and his lore for people who aren't familiar with him!

Rubius is one of the biggest Spanish streamers. Like Vegetta, he's considered a major pillar of the Spanish community. Beyond video game streaming, he's done a lot of other content including comic books, anime, and various other projects with famous celebrities.

Time Magazine named Rubius "The leader of his generation"

Quackity was a huge Rubius fan growing up, and now they're very good friends!

Rubius is the reason Quackity was in Karmaland. He vouched hard for him and he was the one who convinced Vegetta to add him.

He's part Norwegian, and his community (lovingly) calls him "the Norwegian rat"

Rubius is bi! In real life, but also in the Karmaland series. :')

It appears that Rubius' role in QSMP will be similar to Sapo Peta's role in Karmaland. He won't be a "player", but a supporting character (whether a god, administrator, or something else, we don't know yet).

In terms of personality, both Rubius and his character tend to be agents of chaos. One time, he set the entire Karmaland server on fire. (In his defense, there was a backup, and more importantly: it was funny)

In Karmaland, Rubius is a man who's always chasing after power. He can be very manipulative and he often plays mind games. Even with the people he likes / considers a friend, he's still a bit of a bastard (/pos).

In Karmaland, Rubius and Luzu have a longstanding rivalry. In Karmaland 5, this rivalry was exacerbated by the fact that they were both interested in Quackity (albeit, in different ways).

An example of one exchange between Luzu and Rubius: Rubius: Technical question, what is the difference between a seal and a walrus? Luzu: The size, like the difference between your brain and mine, blondie.

Although his skin usually makes him look like a bear in a white hoodie, Rubius regularly changes his outfits in Karmaland. He's worn maid outfits, dresses, and various other clothing. He's very comfortable wearing whatever, but he does tend to pick very "feminine" clothing. A very popular headcanon is that (character) Rubius is genderqueer.

In Karmaland, Rubius' relationship to Quackity changed significantly over time. Although he originally played pranks on Quackity and blew him up with a mine, Quackity still had a soft spot for him, and they've had a "friends with benefits" relationship.

This post compares Rubius & Quackity's vs. Luzu & Quackity's relationship pretty well.

However, when Quackity's relationship with Luzu became strained after the elections, then turned into a full-blown war, Rubius supported him and stayed by his side, even giving Quackity an item that could call him for help whenever he was in danger.

Rubius and Quackity, despite their clashes, wound up becoming two people who can depend on each other.

During the peak of the revolution, Rubius offered to kill Luzu for Quackity, but Quackity turned him down.

Quackity clearly had feelings for Rubius (what kind of emotions? that's up to you) but Rubius didn't feel the same.

Although Rubius is a self-described slut on Karmaland, the person he loves most has always been Vegetta.

They have a... unique relationship. To TLDR it, they are the definition of a telenovela romance.

Rubius (lovingly) pokes fun at the community for the Rubegetta (Rubius x Vegetta) ship, but he's also a pretty big supporter of the ship himself.

I've discussed the Rubegetta ship a bit in Vegetta's post, but I'll expand on it here as well since it's very relevant to Rubius and his lore.

In terms of lore, Rubius and Vegetta love each other. It's canon. The problem is that neither Rubius nor Vegetta know what a healthy relationship looks like. The other problem is that Vegetta is (more or less) monogamous while Rubius is Decidedly Not.

Rubius and Vegetta have canonically gotten married. Rubius then immediately divorced him and revealed it was all a con to get Vegetta's diamonds. (It's worth noting that Rubius wanted a small wedding, and Vegetta sprung a giant event-worthy celebration on him without consulting him first. We don't know whether this influenced his actions at the wedding or not).

He also dressed up for the wedding

You can watch a translated animation of the entire wedding here.

I do want to emphasize that even though Rubius and Vegetta sometimes have relationship issues / communication issues, it doesn’t diminish their friendship in the slightest. Even after both wedding disasters, they were back to speaking to each other the next week, being flirty and laughing together. Yes, they have issues, but their love for each other remains – despite everything.

(I should also note here that, even while engaged to someone else, Vegetta was still flirty with Rubius).

Rubius has a hard time expressing his true feelings, and has a difficult time letting people get close to him. When a character he considered a son died in Karmaland 5, he had a complete psychological breakdown and tried coping with the loss in very unhealthy ways. One of these ways included engaging in a sexual / romantic relationship with Sapo Peta, despite later confessing to Luzu in therapy that it made him uncomfortable (and no, he never discussed this with Sapo Peta directly because he cannot communicate his real thoughts or feelings to save his life).

Rubius is afraid of commitment. During one of the few times he's ever honestly expressed his emotions to Vegetta, he said: Rubius: I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get my hopes up, and then get hurt. It's happened to me many times before. Especially here in Karmaland. Vegetta: Have you had lovesickness? Rubius: Yes. In Karmaland, everywhere, in real life... I'm already used to getting beaten. Vegetta: That's a pity... Rubius: I just want someone to take care of me, and that's it. I don't ask for much. Vegetta: I'm very protective... [ Full conversation with subtitles here ]

A few years ago, people stumbled upon a gif of two men making out that look EXACTLY like him and Vegetta. (It's such a striking resemblance that the community and even Rubius HIMSELF thought it was real).

Rubius immediately added this gif to his emotes and named it "Rubegetta"

He's also projected the gif onto his wall and bowed in front of it. Draw your own conclusions from that I guess.

Also: in Karmaland 4, Rubius and Vegetta had a kid together. His name was Brayan Dobluque! (A mix of both their names)

There's more to say about Rubius, but I'll have to add that later since I keep getting distracted / interrupted while writing this. :') If there's anything else people would like me to expand on / something you don't understand, please let me know!

Who is Sapo Peta?| Who is Luzu?| Who is Spreen? | Who is Vegetta?

#Rubius #QSMP #Karmaland #qsmp talk #karmaland talk #QSMP info

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black-moon-bunny · 1 year

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The un-fitting sister. (Multi-pairing)

After being handpicked by Sister Imperator, one of the newest sisters in the church gets a room right next to the library and a job to do. She turns that room into her personal sanctuary and tries to live there in peace, drowning the feeling of being an outcast. But the stress of the job comes soon to her after catching the attention and curiosity of some of the Ghouls in the abbey.

Chapter one, Chapter two , Chapter Three

Couples: Fem!Reader x Ghouls (In this chapter is just Swiss)

Warnings: Y/N used. Swiss is a bit of an asshole and a tease, dub con if you squint really hard. A bit of feels. Masturbation (Male) Some dynamics from the omega-verse (heat season and scents and blah) NSFW. +18. Minors DNI. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

Word Count: 5725.

A.N: I want to give special thanks to Skar and Banshee two of my IRL friends, classmates from the university and best friends who help me with the edition and comments (Specially Skar she beta-read this and did some editing.) And also I want to give special thanks to @i-foundued @copias-girl @violet-lazer @theblogghoulette @writingjourney @sweetandwoe and @whatawonderfulexistence--blog who without maybe knowing it made my end of semester less painful and gave me a lot of comfort with their writing, and also inspired me to write again. (Please people go check their work is AMAZING ) And finally I took inspiration for the physique of the ghouls from a wonderful fanart from @feuvyper

When the retired teacher first entered the abbey, she felt at home. She felt like this was going to be the place where she could finally be fully accepted, but sooner than later she started to get this feeling of loneliness again. She didn’t feel as a total outcast between her sisters and brothers of sin, most of them were really nice, caring, and comprehensive of her quirkiness, but she still felt like she didn’t fit in the mold not even in a place like this where most things were accepted.

When did this feeling of not belonging start? If she can recall, it was during her teenage years when she started to feel weird between her peers. Although she was smart, she didn’t quite fit between the “smart kids”: She was too loud, too talkative, and too rebellious to fit with them and while she was amiable with everyone, she did not tolerate the obnoxious “popular kids” who bullied almost everyone who did not fit in their status quo. She was never bullied but did not have enough privilege to be completely left alone either, they picked on her because she was too interested in the weird, unsettling things; in the mythos, in the darkness, in the weird books of the library and usually mingled with the “emo kids” without being one of them. One of their favorite ways to annoy her was telling everyone how she was so weird that not even the “emo weirdos” wanted her as a friend.

Kids are so mean sometimes, but her teenage era ended, and she decided to study at the University as she wanted to become a teacher. While entering her twenties she could be seen jumping between your average mainstream things and super weird hobbies and likings. As her mom used to say, one day she could be listening to the cheesiest k-pop song and the other she was listening to the dirtiest heavy metal. She sometimes felt like the whole rainbow, and, in others, she looked like a scale of grey. This helped her a lot while teaching, she could get along well with her students but not with her colleagues who talked behind her back as how undefined and weird could she be and how it was unprofessional from the way she talked to the way she dressed, and this ended up making her quit the job after only a few years after starting. So, at the end she didn’t fit in completely again, and decided to leave everything behind on her 26th birthday, bought a plane ticket and traveled around visiting places that interested her. That’s how she found the abbey.

Now, an entire year after joining she was fine, but still feeling like she did not belong here completely. She puts her whole heart during masses, she gets along fine with her siblings in sin, she has a job in the enormous library in the domains of the church and she really enjoys her life… But she felt empty and alone most of the time especially now that Sister Imperator changed her room arrangements after a couple of “night intrusions” into the library.

—I know that you are quite fond of books, and you have been taking diligent care of the library, and lately there has been a sort of late-night intrusions to the place. So, I need to ask you to move your room into the one next to the library. It is smaller but you won’t be sharing a room with anyone so you will fit there nicely.

—Sister I’m honored to be in your thoughts regarding this problem but, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do such thing… We have really expensive and antique material in there, and if some of it went missing it would be a huge problem to our clergy. It is a huge responsibility and…. —As the sister tried to give her excuses, Imperator was losing her patience. So, she cut her middle sentence.

—Sister y/n, are you underestimating my ability to judge? I believe that you have the perfect fit for this job, you could still work in the library and at night you should only keep an eye if there is some strange movement and inform about any encounters to me personally.

Imperator was determined to give her this position. She knew that any other sister would be incapable of doing it. Being the head behind the shadows of the clergy she was completely aware of who were the ones intruding the library. The ghouls and one of the Papas, they used the place as another one of their bedrooms to indulge in sin with the sisters and brothers. Going behind her back or at least trying to, she was annoyed by the situation and needed a solution. That’s when Sister y/n crossed her mind. She was different and quite charming, but was no fool, too self-aware to indulge in the charms of the sinful flesh of the ghouls and Terzo. It was perfect, unfitting enough between her peers to accommodate to this job without any problems.

—Do you understand? The accommodations are going to be ready today before the sun sets.

—Yes sister….—She lowered her head— I’m sorry for upsetting you

—Don't worry child, you are going to be just fine. And I’m going to let you pass this one, but if I chose you, it was because I know that you are capable. Never doubt me again, Sister—She said with the same frightening tone— Go now, you are excused from the rest of your day. Here is the key to your new room for you to get a first look at it.

—Thank you, Sister Imperator, if you excuse me…—She made a small bow and turned, but before going Imperator said something back

—Oh, and dear child, the room has some interesting secrets. I hope you get used to it and use the accommodations in your favor.

She had been living there for a whole month, and nothing remotely interesting had happened. She did not find anything weird in the room. It was, as Sister said; perfect for her, but until that moment she did not find any “secret”. She still worked at the library during the day and at night she spent her time reading on her bed and listening to some music. She felt free, lonely but free. The library and her room were on the opposite side of the rooms and after the midnight curfew not a single soul went to the wing of the library, so she was free to listen and watch her cheesy songs and shows without being judged by her roommates. She can sing and dance alone in her room without anyone there to see or listen to her and, during the day, she could still be “normal” to the clergy and its standards. Nevertheless, she still felt lonely from time to time, and in the back of her mind she still felt like she did not belong completely there. She was still too colorful sometimes, too talkative, too energetic…

Unaware of it, the sister was not the only one enjoying the peaceful corner of the abbey. There was a curious ghoul who had been wandering outside her room since a couple of weeks ago. Sodo was trying really hard to enter the library at night. He was the one to find how marvelous was the place at night to enjoy himself and some sister or brother of his liking, and then the rumor spread to Swiss, Papa, Aether, Cirrus. Even Rain and Mountain decided to try their luck on the silent library passed the curfew. It was wonderful until Sister Imperator cut him off by moving one of the sisters to the room next to the library, and he was fucked. But she needed sleep at some point, right? So, he decided to wander around the library hoping to catch the moment in which the annoying sister in the room finally fell asleep so he could enter the forbidden room again. But when he listened through the door, he did not hear a snore or some signal of a sleeping sister. He listened to a sweet voice singing at the beat of a song he did not knew. And he liked it, the curious nature of the fire ghoul wanted to know who she was, and what she was listening to, and most importantly why Imperator choose her to be here, all alone keeping an eye on the next room. So, he kept the secret and wandered some more nights outside her door, wanting to discover who was behind the voice who kept him apart from his delicious library spot. Each night, he returned to their den without answers.

—Could you finally break into the library? —Swiss was not pleased with loosing that spot either, so every night after Sodo returned to their den he pressured the ghoul to finally do something

—I already told you, she kept most of her night awake and there is no other entrance to the library than the one right next to her door! Imperator is going to punish us again if she finds out that we break the curfew and entered the library…

—Well… There is indeed another entrance, two if I can recall correctly —The voice of Emeritus the Third entered the room companied by Cirrus and Rain who were coming from a party outside the clergy’s domain— Si, one of them is behind a painting of the old man upstairs on the second floor and leads to the upper part of the library and the other I have no knowledge of it. Maybe is in the gardens of Primo, he usually goes to the library when he is not taking care of his garden…

—Excuse me Papa but if you knew about this… Why didn’t you tell us? —Swiss scoffed — It was our favorite place to sin!

—Because I was almost sure that our “dear” Sister Imperator had blocked the entrance upstairs. I don’t have the time to go and check but if it’s still available you could use it… And tell me if it works.

—So, you don’t get in trouble with Seestor? —Sodo mocked in nihil tone while talking about Imperator.

—Yes, she can be quite scary and the old man is completely under her control, I don’t want to mess around and find out what her punishments can be. Even Primo fears her. —He laughed a bit at his own confession and left the room, the ghouls looked at each other with smirks of anticipation on their faces. Who was going to be the first one to test their luck and enjoy the pleasures of the desert library?

Swiss decided that it was going to be him, so the next day he waited patiently for the library to open so he could "pick a book” from the second floor. As he walked into the library, he saw a couple of sleepy eyes in the reception corner. He assumed that she was the sister who lived next door and was messing up with his plans… If he could manage to seduce her, Sister Imperator would kick her of the job?

—Good morning, Sister…—Swiss smiled at her, showing a bit of his fangs while at it.

—Good morning…. — She looked at the ghoul and froze a bit. It was not the first time that she had seen the ghouls. Usually, she saw them at dinner seated next to Papa and the upper clergy, in the mass or the rituals. And they were amazing on stage, full of energy, moving the masses and being devoted to giving the best of them each time. But she had never seen one right there in front of her, and she was stunned. His greyish skin peeking through his hands and neck, the smell of musky cologne; probably not even cologne, just his own scent. It was intoxicating. Now she could understand a bit how easy it was for them to seduce both sisters and brothers in sin. His sole presence was intimidating yet at the same time magnetic.

—Oh, we have never met before, right? It’s a pleasure Sister…. —The smell grew stronger as the ghoul took a step closer to find the name in the desk — Sister….y/n?

—Eh…Y-Yeah…—She took a step back. She felt lightheaded with the smell, but at the same time she could not avoid the desire to keep indulging in the scent of the ghoul.— Nice to meet you…—She tried to make eye contact, but when her eyes locked with the ghoul, even through the mask, she felt like a scorching sensation growing from her stomach and traveling to her head. She lowered her gaze to the desk trying to find the registry book.

—Swiss, you can call me Swiss. —His grin extended a bit seeing how easy it was to flood her mind with his scent. It was a dirty trick but he was having a lot of fun with her. Maybe his plan of going to the second floor could wait a bit. Maybe he could tease her enough to make her fall. — I was wondering… Would you be bothered if I stay here and read some books? I would love to read something but in the ghouls den is a bit… difficult, you know? They are most of the day screaming and creating mayhem…—He tried to capture her gaze again and his voice made a soft change to a lower tone — And don’t get me wrong, I love mischief myself —He licked his lips before continuing, passing his tongue over the tip of one of his fangs. The poor sister was like a bunny in headlights, mesmerized with the sight in front of her. — But sometimes you need a place more… private and quiet to relax, right? —Taking a step closer to the desk, the ghoul pressed both of his hands onto the wood, looking at the hands of the sister who fidgeted with the pages of an old book. — Do… you… mind?

—O-Oh! Ehm…N-No! Not at all, I mean this is the library anyways and you have the same right as everyone here to use it. I’m just here to make paperwork and also organize a bit. It is really calm here so you could be here all day reading if you wanted to….—She took the book and opened in a new page, she wrote the date and then she looked at Swiss— Here, you need to sign here and then you have to bring the books that you are going to be using so I can take the register and before leaving, you need to sign again. That’s all.

Swiss watched how the sister wrote with wobbly hands his name next to the date and moved his hand slowly to take the pen from her and sign. When he brushed her fingers, he noticed how her heart rate increased, and how her cheeks blushed slightly. She was such a cutie; how could he tempt her even more? He was barely touching her, and she was already blushing. He was sure now that this was going to be completely amusing.

—Thank you, Sister… Would you recommend something? I know my fair share of books, but I don’t have any particular likings. —He was trying his best to keep eye contact, but she kept avoiding his gaze. But her body spoke volumes to him, her scent was sweet but as he kept talking, her body scent shifted a bit, a sweet and acidic smell, like a pomegranate. She was reacting as he expected and that delighted him.

—Eh… Well… Maybe something of Science Fiction if you want to. We have a bit of everything… Even gardening books. Papa Primo usually reads them while attending the garden...—She was talking a lot again, but she couldn’t stop it. Even if she wanted to, his sole presence made her keep talking — Or maybe some horror literature? I have a few favorites… Some Gothic literature could interest you also…

—Whatever you prefer Sister…—Swiss took some distance from the main desk while the sister moved towards one of the bookshelves searching for a specific book, The Picture of Dorian Grey, one of her favorites, but she couldn’t reach it. Before she could even ask for help, she felt Swiss body behind her, pushing her slightly against the bookshelf, trapping her between the books and his chest. The scent of the ghoul grew stronger flooding her lungs and leaving her lightheaded again. Swiss’ arm moved upwards and took the book, but kept his position and lowered his head to speak right behind the distraught sister ear.

—Is this what you want?...—He asked in a low deep voice, his breath colliding with her ear and sending shivers down her spine. She felt her thighs pressing against each other ever so slightly, as a way to control the pressure growing in her core. Swiss felt the change again in her smell, even more sweet but strong and acidic. He couldn’t help getting aroused, her scent was different of what he usually smelled in the sister’s. Her scent was stronger, and more addictive. At this point he could totally forget going to the second floor and find the door from the inside of the library. — The book?

—Yes…—Her voice was almost a soft whimper, her breathing was deep, almost like she wanted to drown in the smell of Swiss. She felt the heat of his body pressed against her back, and if she pressed a bit against the ghoul, she could swear that he was well built underneath his pants. Now she knew why it was so easy for them to seduce. Was it something natural to them?

—Well, thank you…—With more will that he thought he would need, Swiss backed up from the sister. Finally, she could breathe air again, but at the same time she felt a bit empty. — Do you mind if I sit there? —Swiss pointed a small armchair facing the desk, he wanted to test her will even further. He was having a blast and also, he wanted to have a small taste of that sweet, scented bunny who looked at him with her big eyes and blushed cheeks.

She went back to her desk, and he took a seat opening the book. The air felt heavy, and the tension was thick enough to be cut with razor, but she kept doing her work, trying her best to cool down a bit and keep her mind away from the ghoul in front of her. But her mind was betraying her; She thought on how would it feel being underneath him while he grabs her hair and pushes against her. Would he be like a beast? Maybe sweeter? How big it was? He was a ghoul! Maybe their proportions were different? Each one of those thoughts flooded her brain while trying to do her paperwork.

Her body was also betraying her; Her legs felt like gelatin, and she knew that her underwear was getting wetter by the minute. She couldn’t help it, it was like all of that scent drugged her, her whole body was feeling sensitive, but she needed to keep a straight face. She could not let go of herself. She needed to do her job and if she failed, Sister Imperator would probably kick her out of the abbey. She tried to focus on her papers until she looked up for a brief moment to where Swiss was seated, and then she got lost in the picture. Swiss with a couple of loose buttons in his shirt, seated with his legs wide open with the book on one hand and the other in his left thigh, going slowly from his knee close to his crotch and down again.

It was a slut move. He knew it, he wanted to keep going. Fuck the second entrance to the library, he was enjoying this so much. Her scent grew and he could almost taste her, her arousal. He felt the tightness in his pants. He was getting horny too, even his glare began to fail. He was going to take it even further. He took off his mask and left it on the table close to him, brushed a bit of his hair before returning to his "reading".

She almost choked when he took his mask out. If she already believed that he was handsome beneath the mask, reality hit her like a truck. He was gorgeous. He had a beard not too long but enough to cover his chin and jawline. His human glare was fading, and she could see the lines between his hair where his horns were and his skin, a warmer tone of grey, began to fade black towards his temples and hands. It was breathtaking. He couldn’t handle it as well as she thought, her arousal was making a pool between her legs. Damned ghoul, if she indulges, she was going to get in so much trouble with Sister Imperator.

Swiss was fully aware of the reactions of the sister. Her scent now was intoxicating him, he could feel her arousal, his glare giving up slowly and his pants were becoming tighter by the minute. But he still could play it cool. He moved a bit from the seat to accommodate himself and, without any shame, he grabbed his crotch and fixed his erection to release some pressure, moving it a bit inside his pants. And when he did this, he looked right into her eyes with a growing smirk.

—Is everything all right Sister y/n? You seem quite… uneasy —Uneasy was an understatement. She was dying from the inside; her legs would stop working at any minute; her lungs were burning, and her pussy was squelching as she pressed her legs tightly to relieve some of the pressure.

—Y-Yeah, it is fine, I’m just… It is really hot in here, maybe I should open a window…—She tried to walk but her body was making it difficult. When she left the desk, she could feel the gaze of the ghoul going up her legs.

—You know… Something about ghouls is that depending on the element we possess…We can change our body temperature. If you are so hot… Maybe I can cool you down —He pated one of his thighs with a sassy smirk.

—I don’t think that… it’s going to cool me down…—She walked closer to the armchair, almost hypnotized by the ghoul. She really wanted to let herself go, worship the ghoul in front of her, an almost primal desire. She was not a “prude” or anything, she has a couple of encounters under her sleeve, but she never felt something quite arousing as this weird play with Swiss, and she was about to fall into it.

—Just trust me, Sister… I’m a lot of things but not a liar…—When she was close enough, he grabbed her arm an made her sit in his lap. She let out a small moan and Swiss’ hands squeezed her thighs growling —I’m cold? … You are trembling…—He had this mischievous grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, but he hoped that she didn’t know what she was doing to him. His cock was pressing so hard against the seam of his pants, leaking precum and leaving a wet spot on the fabric. His tail was fast to travel beneath her back and positioning itself between her breast, cupping one of them. He needed her, his body was reacting like crazy. He was pretty sure that his “heat” season was far away, but he was feeling like he was in heat. Even thinking of keeping her a secret and just for him.

—Swiss, don’t, I can’t….

—Oh, why not? Seestor is not going to know… And I’m going crazy here… You smell delicious…—His face was hidden in her neck, taking deep breaths of her scent while caressing her legs. — Don’t lie to me Sister… You want this as much as I want this… I can smell it…—He moved one of his hands closer to the seam of her underwear, trying to pull it aside to touch, feeling in the fabric how wet she was; his fingers impregnating with her fluids.

—Swiss… N-No…I can’t. Y-You…. Sister Imperator is… is going to kill me…—She tried to move his hands away but couldn’t. Why was it so hard to say no? She wanted it so badly; her whole body was on fire. And his hands were cold, touching her so right. It has been so long since she let herself be caressed like that.

—I can smell how your scent drops from here… Right here —He was about to move her underwear aside finally touching her, he wanted nothing more at that point.

And then then someone moved the door, knocking a couple of times

—Sister y/n, I brought back the books of vegetables of the season.

Papa Emeritus the First, Primo.

She jumped from his lap as quickly as possible and went behind the desk again. Swiss walked into one of the corridors full of books, hiding from Primo’s sight. He was completely out of his human glare, with a hard on, sweating and gasping in complete heat. He was so close, she smelled so sweet. His frustration grew quickly. He remembered why he was there in the first place and got even more annoyed with the whole situation

Her legs were about to collapse, her underwear beneath her skirt was almost falling from her ass down to her knees. She felt how wet she was. She was completely flustered, gasping for a bit of air.

Primo was old, but not blind. And he was no fool. He knew exactly what was going on, but there was no one there besides her… and the suspicious ghoul mask. One of Copia’s ghouls.

—Sister… Are you okay? You seem quite… unwell…. —Or too well, but Primo was a gentleman, and he knew that she could get in trouble with Imperator.

—Yeah! I’m just… Is really hot here, and I been working…

—Alone? —He pointed out the mask with a sly smirk.

—O-Oh, eh…S-Swiss was helping me to … eh, reorganize some books of the upper shelf and well, he was more comfortable without the mask… B-But he …

—Here, Sister…. —Swiss’ voice was low. He was angry. — I finished. I’m leaving… Thanks for letting me… help. If you excuse me, Papa…. —He grabbed the mask and left as quickly as he could. He was pissed, he was horny also. He needed to take that anger out, and he needed to fuck. He had an amazing idea. He went up to the second floor of the abbey looking for the painting of the old man. When he finally found it, he tried to move it, trigger something to open that allegedly “secret corridor” but nothing happened. Until he realized that one of the eyes of the painting was sinking out slightly from the painting. He poked it looking at his surroundings, but it was early and most of the hallways were empty; the majority of siblings were preparing for the mass before lunch. And Sister Imperator was probably with the old man. The painting moved a bit, letting Swiss enter a small corridor. He followed and found that, indeed, it was connected with the library. He entered the library from the second floor, careful not to be discovered. And he overhead a conversation between the Sister and Primo.

—I-Its okay, Papa… I swear, Swiss was just helping me.

—I know, but if he oversteps, you should put him in his place, ghoul or not. You have my protection…—He was serious about that; he had a soft spot for her. When she was not working at the library, she would spend some time with Primo taking care of the garden. She looked at him as a fatherly figure between the clergy, even reminded her of her own grandpa who passed when she was younger.

—I will Papa, don’t worry… Besides, it’s just a ghoul. He is just… charming to the other sisters. —She was trying to put dirt on the fact that the ghoul almost fucked her. She needed to pretend that she didn’t care or even feel attracted to Swiss, even when down her legs she still was wet from her previous encounter. She knew that getting involved with a ghoul in that kind of way could mess her relationship with Sister Imperator; and the job, and keeping the room for herself, her own little sanctuary. Now that Swiss was gone, that his scent was gone, she was thinking with more clarity�� He is just a ghoul like many others of the abbey… N-Nothing special…. —The aftershock of her body was killing her. Even though she felt wasted after the interaction, even when her whole body hurt and her legs felt stiff, she was doing her best to keep a smile and good position to avoid Primo of suspecting more of her situation, but in her insides one part of her was cursing the ghoul who put her in that position.

Swiss heard everything from the second floor. Even the lame advice from Primo.

Just a ghoul? Like others? Nothing special? Swiss sissed under his breath. He was going to show her that he was THE ghoul, he took that personally. Specially after almost fucking her. He flooded her mind just moments ago and now she said that he is “just a ghoul”, huh? Well, that ghoul was determined on fucking her, or hating her. Who did she believe she was? She is the main reason why they lost their soft spot at the library! If she wouldn’t move next door and accepted the job of “night guard”. And she was such a mess so easily, so eager for touch, for his touch… Her scent was still lingering on him. He went back to the den, complaining loudly about how annoying she was.

—Who does she think she is? She is just the new puppet of Imperator! A simple ghoul? Like she was not about to moan my name… That old bag of Primo screw me over, I swear… I’m going to go back to that fucking library and show her who is a “simple ghoul”.

Aether and Sodo were watching a movie, trying to prove a theory about Godzilla, really invested in a heated discussion when they heard the door slam and Swiss going off about something. They only picked a few pieces before the ghoul locked himself in the bathroom. They looked at each other and laughed a bit. Swiss already had troubles with the library sister? Sodo kept thinking to himself why she was so special, and how special, she didn’t let Swiss flirting pass? She mocked him. She managed to annoy him! And that already gave her good points. Aether was thinking in what type of trouble Swiss gave to the poor sister.

Swiss undressed and went into the bathtub, feeling the scorching water soothe his skin. He still smelled like her… His hands specially. He could only picture her with her big doe eyes that looked all flustered. How sweet would she taste? How many times could he make her cum? He was sure that he could make her pass out of pleasure. He closed his eyes and let his imagination wander around. Her smell was so delicious, so sweet and also acid; her voice was so sweet and that little moan she let out, he was sure that she would sound even greater moaning his name while he thrusts inside of her. And he didn’t even see her naked. He was sure that she was a piece of art underneath the dress. He took one of his hands to his face to wash it and then the smell on his fingers hit his nostrils, the sweet scent… He was hard again. He blamed himself for being so aroused, maybe his heat season started early. That sister could not have such power over him. Maybe she didn’t even smell that good and it’s his heat that made him react like that to her.

He lowered his free hand to his cock, stroking it under the water. With his eyes closed he tried to think in any of the sisters or brothers that he fucked with, trying to erase her from his mind but, after a couple of minutes the scent from his fingers returned. He kept that hand close to his nose and mouth, sniffing like a wild animal. Hating himself for being so heated just by her smell, he strokes his cock faster, thrusting his hips into his hand while gasping for more. In his mind, she was with him in that armchair; he was fucking her reverse cowgirl style, squeezing her breast that bounced at the rhythm of his thrusts. The water in the bathtub was spilling from the sides every time he moved his hips; his moans and growls were loud, his tail was going over his chest, moving and pressing the tip of his dick every time he pushed up.

—Mngh… y/n… I’m going to…

He kept his thrusts, and he could swear that he heard her moans, her slutty mouth moaning his name while bouncing on his cock, looking cock drunk and asking him for more… How she needed him to fuck the devil out of her, him knotting her down leaving her as a fucking mess on that fucking desk. With a few more thrust and a deep growl he came, almost all of the water was spilled so he ended up seated in a hot puddle of water with cum all over his chest, gasping a bit for air. After the bliss went out, he took a cold shower and cleaned his mess (before Sunshine scolded him for leaving the floor all wet).

He got prepared for the night mass, and while preparing himself, his mind was thinking about how he was going to get his revenge on the doe-eyed sister. He needed to prove to himself that it was a heat thing, she was nothing special. Just another sister. And in that moment, he thought about the perfect revenge. He couldn’t wait to see her at the mass.

A.N : Hey! I finally got some time for myself; university took the best part of my time and mental health that's for sure. But one of the things that kept me going was the marvelous amount of fanfiction that I had been reading from the ghouls and the Papas. So now that I have some time, I finally decided to give it a go. English is not my first language so, again it is a bit of a challenge. Some information about the fic and the chapters that are coming; I do not plan to give this fic a "monogamous" treatment, reader is probably going to have encounters with most of the ghouls and Terzo/Copia (I have a special plan for Secondo and Primo) but I do want to give it a sort of "pick your own ending". This fic has plot, but also there are going to be chapters of full smut no plot or some full plot no smut chapters. I'm really exited about working on this. Thanks again to everyone who I mentioned earlier and thanks to everyone who read likes and support this fic.

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gunilslaugh · 4 months

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haii can i request a jooyeon fic(?)/hc(?) with a s/o who has the same personality as him? 🫶

like how would both of them annoy the other members and be silly and such 😆

thanks 🫶🫶

Here you go! I had fun with this :)

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: How Jooyeon is with a s/o who has the same kind of personality as him. (idol au)

WC:~1k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Due to having the same personality you and Jooyeon clicked right when you met. This instant clicking started off a nice friendship between the two of you. Both of you talked often, frequently sending each other funny videos and memes. Even if you’re not the biggest gamer, Jooyeon conveniences you to game with him from time to time. Whenever you guys hangout it gets a little chaotic. Whether you are messing with each other or Jooyeon’s poor members. However right now the members don’t suffer too badly because of the leverage they have over Jooyeon: his crush on you.

“Jooyeon if you do that I will tell y/n about your crush on them,” Seunngmin threatened him.

“You can’t do that!” Jooyeon’s heartbeat rises in a panic.

“Want to find out?” Seungmin taunts. Jooyeon immediately backs down. Although a part of him thinks that maybe he should do it anyway because he is too chicken to confess to you. He quickly fell for you after you both met. It was hard for him not too when you clicked so well. It was easy for him to be around it. He felt like he could be one hundred percent himself. He didn’t have to worry about anything when he was with you. Plus he always had a great time whenever he was with you. Even if you guys weren’t doing anything in particular. Simply lounging around in comfy clothes with a show playing. Sometimes being background noise as you two chatted away or sometimes being the only sound in the room as you both fell engrossed in it. Or maybe you were engrossed in the show and Jooyeon was engrossed in you. With how your head somehow found its way onto his lap. His fingers tentatively play with your strands. He's a bit afraid that playing with your hair is too much for people who are just friends, but then again you’re the one who put your head in his lap.

The next time you and Jooyeon are hanging out together Jooyeon is set on confessing to you. He’s been thinking about it about the whole time you’ve been hanging out. This time your head has found its way onto his shoulder as you scroll on your phone. Jooyeon is mentally yelling at himself to just say it.

“Jooyeon.” You picked your head up from his shoulder. It makes Jooyeon kinda sad, missing the weight of you against him.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Are you ok? You seem kind of out of it,” you say.

“Oh yeah, sorry I’m good i-” Screw it just say it! “I like you.” He did it, he confessed.

“Huh? You?” You’re very taken aback by his sudden confession.

“I like you,” he declared more confidently. Now you burst out into a smile, unable to contain your happiness.

“I like you too,” you matched his confident tone.

“Oh thank God because I was actually kinda scared,” he admitted with a chuckle. From then on you two became practically inseparable and your menacing acts increased by tenfold. Jooyeon’s members could do nothing but suffer and maybe give you two a scolding now that they had lost their leverage.

Yours and Jooyeon’s relationship was easy, natural. The two of you radiate off of each other so well. It's like you guys were meant to be. Your matching personalities makes it super simple for you guys to plan dates. The two of you end up having a lot of indoor dates. Typically a meal accompanied by some other activity. One of your favorites is watching a show that is popular at the moment then debating if it is worth the hype or not. Jooyeon actually likes playing his guitar for you. He would secretly learn some of your favorite songs and then casually play them in front of you. He wouldn’t admit that he learned it for you though.

“I didn’t learn it for you, it's just a coincidence. This song happens to have chords that I’m trying to master,” he denies.

“Ok, sure that’s why.” You playfully roll your eyes. However as he carefully strums your favorite song as you're falling asleep and presses a kiss onto your forehead when he finishes the song, you know for sure that learned it just for you.

Both of you would make fun of the other being clingy when in fact both of you are clingy towards one another.

“You’re so clingy,” he teases you when you wrap him up in a back hug.

“Ok fine then.” You go to let him go, but you can’t because he’s holding your arms in place.

“You’re so clingy,” you teased him back.

“Ok fine then.” Jooyeon moves, but only to turn around and pull you back towards him in a front facing hug.

“You’re both clingy,” Jiseok states, shaking his head as walks into the room to grab his charger.

“You’re single,” you and Jooyeon said in unison. Jiseok scoffs, quickly grabbing his charger and leaving the room. Not before playfully sticking his tongue out at you both though. To which you and Jooyeon do the same back at Jiseok. Once he’s gone, you and Jooyeon go back to sticking to one another.

Another part of your twos’ relationship is going out on impulsive late night adventures.

“Y/n, let’s go get ice cream,” Jooyeon excitedly shakes your hand.

“Jooyeon it’s one AM and fifty degrees outside,” you say. Jooyeon only stares at you. “Let’s go,” you smile.

“Yes!” Jooyeon chimes happily. The two of you venture out into the cold to retrieve your even colder late night snack.

When the two of you are out walking exploring the streets either of you can’t help but annoyingly bump your weight into the other's side causing them to stumble a bit. Sometimes you’ll grab the other’s hand only to let it go the next second. However once you see the other person’s pout your hand is right back in theirs. Now your interlocked hands swing back and forth a little dramatically between your bodies. You and Jooyeon couldn’t be happier together.

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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 50. epilogue

JUNGWON’S HEART WAS POUNDING.

He swiftly evaded the arrows hurtling in his direction as he ran through the dense forest. He could hear the taunting laughter of his pursuer getting closer. The sound was almost overwhelming, nearly drowning out the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. Jungwon had hope, though; if he could just get past the—

At that moment, the screen faded out with the message: You died!

“Aw,” you cooed in that sugary voice of yours, “you were so close, Won.”

Jungwon’s cheeks darkened. “Shut up, Y/N.”

“And, there you have it, guys,” you announced to your Twitch audience that was currently totaling 44,507 users, “Y/N kicks Jungwon’s again.”

Life went back to normal after Jungwon and his friends had their little mishap in the Paris Catacombs. Sure, he needed to see a therapist for a while, but at least he was better off than Jay, who was currently weighing the pros and cons of having a Satan worshiping girlfriend. Jungwon couldn’t see how there were any pros to this list, but he supposed it didn’t matter as long as Jay was happy.

That, and his YouTube video: I Cuffed a Hot Satan Worshiper?! (NOT CLICKBAIT) hit a million views. It was a win for Diamond League’s joint channel.

Sunghoon and Jake were still as ambiguously in love as ever. Although, it so happened that Jake was the one being more forward than Sunghoon lately. He was apparently enjoying how easy it was to get Sunghoon flustered over the little things. Sunoo and Riki were still roommates, though they bought a bigger house to live in so that they could flaunt their new wealth. However, Sunoo had begun complaining about Riki’s dodginess when it came to chores.

Heeseung was the same as ever. His mother profusely apologized for not being able to pick him up from the Paris Catacombs, so he was spoiled more than ever. However, he ended up moving out to his own place, saying that he needed to be alone when “all his side chicks came over.” Jay later confirmed that he was, in fact, playing video games all day.

As for Jungwon and you, there was a lot of rekindling that needed to be done. Jungwon spent months making up for his lack of communication, and that forged a stronger flame between you two. He was satisfied that you two were finally at a comfortable point in your relationship, and that you were able to get past Jungwon milly rocking to Shostakovich. (You had, in fact, started milly rocking with him.) Post-catacombs Jungwon became a whore for classical music.

Joining college, though, had started a new feud between you and Jungwon. Albeit lighthearted, Jungwon still found it cute when you were aggravated.

When you two said your goodbyes and ended the stream, you pouted. “Someone called you their boyfriend on the stream.”

He bit back a smile. “Yeah?”

Jungwon was completely oblivious to his popularity until college started. He always thought his fans saw him more as comedic relief, but apparently being a loser translated into “boyfriend material.” It was quite shocking how much attention he got from girls now.

You, on the other hand, were not happy with this. Although you were getting used to the idea, it was still strange that your boyfriend got so much attention. Jungwon tried extra hard to make you feel more secure because of that.

He opened his arms for you to crawl into his lap when you went in for a hug. You buried your face in Jungwon’s chest to avoid looking him in the face.

“You’re my spring chicken,” you muttered. “I procured you.”

As always, you had a way with words.

“I’m your spring chicken,” he agreed, although he had no idea what the fuck that meant. “You procured me.”

It was 11:56 P.M. and the moonlight was illuminating your features. Jungwon wanted to turn the lights on, but that meant pushing you off of him, which he didn’t want to do.

More importantly, there were four minutes left until your birthday.

You were insistent on not going live or making a video for your birthday, which Jungwon completely understood. He wanted to spend the day with you, away from all the cameras and social media. Considering you were Jungwon’s first girlfriend, he was racking his brain over how he wanted to make your day special. He heard around the grapevine (read: Nishimura Riki), though, that you wanted something discreet and thoughtful. You weren’t one for glamorization.

“Are you excited?” Jungwon asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna be old.”

Jungwon snorted and pressed a kiss to your forehead before reminding, “Two minutes.”

“I’m gonna blow up your base,” you threatened.

“Chill.”

But Jungwon knew that you were anticipating the clock striking midnight. He could see it in the way you kept peeking at his phone, the way you stiffened up when there were hardly seconds left until the hand reached twelve.

And when it did, your breath stilled.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Jungwon murmured with a smile.

You grinned up at him. “Thanks.” Your expression morphed into one of shock when your boyfriend reached over the arm of the couch to pull out a bouquet of pink flowers. He handed it to you, and your eyes widened. “What’s this?”

“Peonies,” he answered, and you had to narrow your eyes at him for him to elaborate, “I thought they were pretty, and peonies symbolize good fortune, too.”

“You think I’m good fortune?”

“Not really. You kind of have shit luck.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, though there was a hint of a smile curling at your lips.

“But,” he continued, “you’re my good fortune.”

You sniffled once. It was endearing until you continued sniffling, wiping your eyes as tears started streaming down your cheeks. Jungwon smiled and tried to wipe them away with his thumb. You were just too cute in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting emotional already,” he cooed. “This is only the beginning of what I had planned for your birthday.”

You blinked away the tears that welled up and gestured to the flowers. “I’m allergic.”

Oh.

Jungwon knew that. On your third or fourth date, he took you to the Conservatory of Flowers because he thought you would be amazed by the beauty. Instead, you had a sneezing fit and could hardly see anything because your eyes were far too watery.

“It’s so pretty, though,” you tried to say, mustering up the energy to hold the flowers up and smell them. Your voice broke when you tried to hold in your sniffles. “W-wow, so nice.”

Jungwon laughed and took the bouquet from you, setting it aside. He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears properly.

Just like that, he leaned in slowly, leaving you frozen on the spot. Even though he was initiating such an intimate moment, Jungwon felt like he could hardly breathe. He opened his eyes to look at you before your lips met. His nose barely brushed yours, and he looked a touch bashful with red tinting his ears.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You nodded, and Jungwon sealed his lips over yours. Your lips felt like slow, heart-tugging music that made his brain turn to mush. He was sure that you could pick up on how Jungwon had been waiting to do this for the longest time.

Jungwon didn’t believe in soulmates. He thought that each soul was unique to the individual, that no one needed another soul to complete them. With his hand intertwined with yours, however, he agreed that you two fit together. Souls could never match, but it was clear that yours and Jungwon’s filled out each other’s spaces.

There was nothing anymore. It was just you and Yang Jungwon.

“Ew,” a voice called from the hallway. “Get a room, you two.”

And Lee Heeseung, apparently.

“This is my house!” Jungwon exclaimed.

You stared blankly at Heeseung before looking back at Jungwon. “What’s he doing here?”

“Well, he was supposed to bring out the cake,” Jungwon grumbled. “I don’t know why he’s just standing around.”

“We didn’t know how to turn on the lighter,” Heeseung explained, “so Jay’s still working on it in the kitchen.”

“Wait,” you interjected, stopping him with one hand. “You guys were here the entire time?!”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

You turned to your boyfriend and whined, “Jungwon!”

“It was a surprise!” he defended.

“Happy birthday to you,” Jay started singing, and then the rest of Diamond League joined in at an awkward interval. All of their voices were at different pitches, making the whole song sound off. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!”

To Jungwon’s delight, you seemed to get over the fact that Heeseung witnessed your private moment once you saw the cake they made for you. You scooted off Jungwon’s lap to sit in front of the coffee table as Jay set the cake in front of you.

“Blow out the candles,” Sunghoon encouraged, “or I’ll blow—”

“Sunghoon,” Jake warned. He reached over and ruffled your hair, making you snicker. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Sunoo cupped his hand behind the flame of the candle so that you could blow it out, and everyone clapped for you as soon as the flame went out.

(“Blow game weak,” Riki coughed out and promptly got punched in the shoulder by you.)

“What’d you wish for?” Jay asked.

“I can’t tell,” you replied, “or it won’t come true.”

But Jungwon sort of already knew what you wished for because he was thinking the same thing.

With the way your eyes were shining as you looked up at him and all your friends, it was clear as day that you wanted this moment—this friendship—to last forever. Jungwon couldn’t agree more; there was nothing he wanted more than these precious moments with his best friends to continue.

He had no doubt that they would last forever.

(Spoiler: They did.)

END.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ EPILOGUE SOOOO OVERDUE but it’s here !!! thank you for sticking around for this ending and thank you so much for reading diamond league <33 it’s so dear to me and i’m really glad you guys liked it :’) all the asks and comments i’ve gotten about it have always brightened my day so thank you for all the love! s/o to everyone who asked to be part of the tag list, it meant so much to me !! i hope you guys enjoyed this ride as much as i did & jungwon lesbian ♡

SUMMARY ▸ in which lee heeseung creates a minecraft server for his friends and all sorts of chaos ensues, including the budding romance between you and yang jungwon.

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Been meaning to go back and take stock of my "score" on the ongoing @bleach-smashorpass, I've grayed out anything where my personal pick didn't match the popular outcome, and left the ones where I fall into the majority vote in color.

Look, I'll be real, I'm not above monsterfuckery, even if I don't consider it ""my thing"" but I'd have voted smash on Ayon if he didn't have his weird secret muppet face. Also Aaroniero was an extremely light smash, i really had to flip flop on that one a few times before making a choice. I'll be honest, I liked original Chapter25 epilogue Aisslinger way more than what we got in the Arrancar Arc, and if I could split the vote I'd smash original and pass on final design for him.

Bambi is just such a boring design, and honestly Batsuunsai isn't much better, but the glasses are cute. She was really close to being a pass.

I was actually surprised that I had to stop and think about Choe but his giant chin and tiny bowl cut were not doing him any favors. Also as much as I like Cyan as a character, there is just something about hime cuts that are an automatic off switch for me. the rest of these felt fairly obvious.

not gonna lie, little hurt by the lack of D-Roy and Dordonii love

Confused that people were so lukewarm on Findor, although it was a close split. Also oddly I could have sworn I passed on Furofushi... I'm not really a fan of pigtails, with very few exceptions, but when I went to check the poll results it said I voted smash. Maybe I was thinking she was feeling Hiyori adjacent enough to count it at the time? I.... I don't remember voting smash on Entetsu...

i feel very scandalized by having voted unpopularly on all these old men... I'll be honest, Gremmy is a very lukewarm smash, and the potential of the Visionary power as a sex thing was very much the deciding factor.

boy bleach fans really don't like moustaches, huh? So funny enough it wasn't until the anime that I realized Hidetomo has his multiple earrings and somehow that changed his whole vibe for me, but prior to that it would have been an easy pass. I absolutely cannot abide characters whose whole thing is being someones dead wife/girlfriend, even if she otherwise looks exactly like Rukia, who'll be a smash for sure once we get to the Rs.

i figured i'd be on the wrong side of the fence with the kurosaki men but it's a real hard no on all the above. I'll be real, I'm kinda surprised Ikkaku was so popular. The rest of these felt obvious. Oh wait no there was like no love for Izumi Ishida. Boo to that.

okay so hear me out... Jugram is too blond. I know that sounds like nonsense, but like, he's too fundementally blond. Like most of Bleach's blond characters could have other generally light hair colors, and it wouldn't super change their image or aesthetic, but Jugram has to be blonde because the alternatives don'teel the same, and that's too much blond for me.

i know i voted pass on ichigo, which might make smash on kaien seem weird, but it's between the personality difference and the eyelashes. People not smashing on Kiyone is a catastrophe

and with that i'm all caught up with the letters where all the polls that have already closed. i'll be back to update these as the rest keep rolling along. I dunno why I really did this apart from the compulsion

#bleach meta?#just generalized bleach bullshit

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Roses for You (13)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Thirteen Roses - Thirteen

Word Count: +800

Secret admirer / Eternal friendship

“MC!” The small demon ran up to you.

“Hey, Serun, what’s up?”

Serun thrusted a bouquet of coral-colored roses towards you. “Delivery for the most popular human on campus.”

“You didn’t really need to add that last part.” Solomon sighed in response to Serun’s slight. He wasn’t going to deny that you had quite the growing fanbase, while his popularity had dipped, especially after he snuck homemade cookies into the last bake sale – which really confounded him. If anything, his baking should have made him more popular, right? No.

“Sorry, Solomon, but adding that was part of my delivery instructions. Can’t be helped.” Serun shrugged with a smirk. “Anyway, I have mail to pick up, so I’ll see you two around.”

“Thanks, Serun. Take care!” you added as Serun sped off down the foot path. You felt kind of bad for them; you were just relaxing in the RAD courtyard, so you might have been hard to find. The poor demon had a rough job. Maybe you should bake something for them? Anything but cookies. They were an unfortunate victim of Solomon’s bake sale debacle. The mail was slow for two days while they recovered; no replacement could do the job like they could.

The sweet scent of the roses wafted up to you on the breeze. You looked down to examine them closer: thirteen vibrant coral roses – somewhere between a deep pink and orange. They were gorgeous. A small card was attached to a ribbon tied around the thin vase; hoping to figure out who had sent them, you flipped it over. Unfortunately, the only thing on the card was a short message: “Meet me at Madam Scream’s at 3pm <3.”

Whoever it was, they were really putting the “secret” in secret admirer – although, thirteen roses could also mean eternal friendship. However, since coral was a symbol of desire, you were leaning towards the former. Solomon peered over your shoulder, reading the note as he did.

“Secret admirer, huh?” Solomon nudged you.

“Or someone wants to be friends,” you corrected him, suddenly flustered by the accusation. “I wonder who it is.”

“Well, there are thirteen roses here. Maybe it’s from Thirteen? Although that might be too on the nose.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out.”

“Should I tag along – just in case?” Solomon asked – a tinge jealous that someone was accosting his adorable apprentice for a date.

“Nah~” you waved off his concern, “I’ll be fine.”

It was unexpectedly embarrassing having people eyeing the roses – and consequently, you –all day. You might as well have carried around a sign saying, “someone likes me.” Luckily, you had just enough time to drop the roses off safely at home before heading to Madam Scream’s. You would have teleported them home earlier, but you didn’t want to risk breaking the vase or damaging such pretty roses in the process.

When you arrived at the bakery, you recognized the characteristic bi-flag-colored hair. Thirteen was waiting for you with a pensive look on her face, anxiously hoping for your arrival. Maybe I should have just signed the card, she thought. Her face brightened immediately when she spotted you.

“You got my flowers?” She beamed at you.

“Thank you, Thirteen. That was so sweet.”

“Well, let’s see if I can be a little sweeter. Order anything you want. I’m paying.”

“For real? You’re the best, Thirteen!”

“Don’t I know it? Oh, but feel free to pile on the praise.” Thirteen laughed and took your arm to guide you towards the counter.

With your sweets and drinks acquired, you and Thirteen took a seat at a quiet table in the corner of the shop. You sipped at your drink, and Thirteen eyed you affectionately. She sighed. “Ugh, honestly. When I heard about this whole rose thing these guys have going on, I couldn’t believe how stupid and competitive they were all being. Still, I couldn’t let them have all the fun. I had to get in on it.”

“You’re pretty competitive, yourself, you know?” You glanced up at her. She feigned offense, placing her hand over her chest.

“Only when I care about something.” Thirteen winked at you.

Okay, so she definitely meant “secret admirer” when she sent the roses, right?

Thirteen was her typical, fawning, affectionate self throughout the date. She even insisted upon walking you home afterward. Her arm linked with yours half-way through, which was particularly useful when you arrived at your door, and she was reluctant to let you go. You felt her grip tighten briefly before she finally loosened her hold.

“Thank you for everything today.” You smiled and turned your back to the door to face her.

Thirteen leaned in, sending you into immediate panic in the hopes that she might kiss you. Instead, she inched closer to your ear and spoke low and sweet, “I know I said it with the roses already, but I want to be clear: don’t overlook me, sweetheart. I adore you, too.”

#me: let me kiss her but also me: no I don't think I will give you that honor #thirteen #gn!mc #obey me #obey me series #obey me thirteen #thirteen x mc #thirteen x reader #please give her some love okay? pretty please~?#gifts MC some bi panic as a treat #also has anyone drawn Serun because I desperately want to see what people think this short they/them demon might look like

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