#because THEY ALL DESERVE LOVE DAMNIT

[chasesylvan]

Sleep Isn’t Your Only Friend

🚨THIS FIC HAS MATURE AND SUGGESTIVE SCENES!! NOTHING LEADS TO SEX THO, I PROMISE, III IS JUST BEING A BIT NAUGHTY🚨

GHOST X SLEEP TOKEN FIC!

HERE WE GOOOOO

Rain had been getting ready for tour in his green room when one of the crew members shouted out that they had a 5 minute hold before the show started, Rain sat down on a chair in his room and had a little think about what had been happening on tour, they had been touring with this band, he thinks they’re called, Sleep Token, which consisted of a singer, a bassist, a guitarist, a drummer, and 3 female backup singers. This had been great for them as sadly, Mountain and Copia had to retire from this tour due to urgent and unavoidable family matters, so they had just decided to let the drummer and singer from their touring partners take over for them until they were ready to come back for the new tour.

Rain had walked out of his green room and saw the other bassist walk out of his as well, he must have heard him because he turned back and gave a smile through his black and white mask, Rain gave a forced smile, starting to not like this other bassist. The water ghoul will admit, he had troubles with jealousy and he knew it, he was walking down the hall that contained everyone’s green room, each marked with their name, until he got to who he assumed was the other bassist’s green room, the door marked with the engraving of ‘III’, ah, so that’s the bassist’s name, ‘III’, Rain thought to himself. He continued the walk down to the entrance that opened up into the stage, he peeked out behind the curtains slightly to see all the people that had shown up for the collaboration, Rain didn’t get nervous anymore, he stopped having the jitters around his 5th or 6th show, he can’t remember.

But what he did know, was the presence behind him, he could smell who it was and it stunk, he turned around to find the other bassist, III, staring at him through his black and white mask, “Hey, man, I’m III, it’s great to finally meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the water ghoul to shake it, who hesitated at first, but dryly shook his hand. “You nervous?” Rain asked, sensing the other’s nervousness and anxiety, “U-Uh a little bit, never performed in front of a crowd this huge before.” III responded in a nervous tone, the water ghoul slowly but discreetly rolled his eyes so the other man couldn’t notice.

“You’ll be fine, you have a mask on like the rest of us, you’ll be fine, besides, aren’t you guys also performing some of your songs?” Rain was a tad curious to know what songs they had chosen to perform, before the tour had been agreed with by Ghost and Sleep Token, they were required to learn and practice all of Sleep Token’s music before the tour had been agreed on. Even though Rain knew how to play them all, he wasn’t informed on what songs they had chosen to perform, they were allowed 4 songs, and the same to Ghost, they were allowed 4 songs. Ghost had chosen Rats, Kaisarion, Year Zero and Square Hammer to perform.

III thought about it for a second, putting his finger on his chin and on his hip and doing that foot thing where he puts more weight on one foot than the other. Rain couldn’t help the pooling of weird arousal in his abdomen, he kicked that to the back of his mind, no way in Hell would he fall in love with a bassist who he has barely met and quite frankly he doesn’t like. “I believe the songs we’re performing together are… The Summoning, Sugar, Ascensionism and The Offering.” Rain knew too well those songs, The Offering being his favourite song to play on bass. But he was not about to admit that to someone he barely knows.

The crew member from earlier shouted from somewhere down the hall, “It’s show time, people! And… ghouls.” “Alright, showtime, man, hey, good luck.” III said to the water ghoul, “Thanks.” He said dryly. They walked towards where the curtain was draped over the stage and got into their position, hearing Imperium play as they got ready for the Ritual to begin. III was over near Dew and Aurora’s place on the stage, but not too close to them. He gave the other bassist a friendly nod, but Rain just looked away from him, the other bassist didn’t take any offence from this, as he was merely getting under the water ghoul’s skin, which Rain wasn’t aware of yet. Imperium ended and Ghost started playing Kairsarion, with Vessel and II replacing Copia and Mountain, everything was going well, Dew and IV seeming to be messing around with each other, IV was the guitarist who he hadn’t gotten a chance to meet yet. Kaisarion had ended and it was time for Sleep Token’s first song of the Ritual; The Summoning. It had started and Rain was dancing around, getting the audiences’ attention when he could sense a presence and turned around to find the other bassist standing behind him, giving him a smile through his thin but thick mask, Rain gave a disgusted look, but thankfully due to his big and heavy mask, III didn’t take note of it, instead giving the water ghoul a soft pat on his crotch, which sent waves of heat travelling down Rain’s body to his toes. This guy is trying to kill me, help me Satan.

The Summoning ended and it was time for Ghost’s second song of the show, which was Rats, Rain was still trying to comprehend what happened on stage, he’d lecture the other bassist about it after the show ended, but he just stuck to Swiss’ side of the stage, being silly with the multi ghoul, and occasionally hopping around near the ghoulettes’ areas. At the end of Rats, he caught III’s gaze from the other side of the stage, and he swears to Hell he caught III winking at him. After the last 5 songs went well, III and Rain only exchanging glances and pats on the shoulder here and there, the show went good.

Sorrow in the Wind started playing, and because Sleep Token don’t usually stay around to hand out picks or drumsticks, this was new to them, them all watching the ghouls and ghoulettes walking around stage, messing around with each other, handing out picks and drumsticks to the audience. II decided to run up to Mountain’s drum kit to find a new packet of drumsticks sitting next to the drums, he picked a couple out and walked back down to the stage and threw some out to the crowd, who were yelling a bunch of “I LOVE YOU GUYS” and “THIS WAS THE BEST SHOW OF MY LIFE” and honestly, II could just cry right then and there, he walked over to one of the ghouls, Phantom, and gave him a hug, who immediately hugged him back and he could faintly hear Phantom whisper in his ear, “I’m proud of you, you did so well tonight,” And that’s when the waterworks started, II started sobbing and held his hands up to his face to hide the tears, “Aw baby, don’t cry,” Phantom grabbed the smaller man and held him in his arms, the drummer said through tears and sobs, “I’ve n-never played in front of a crowd this big and supporting before, i-it’s just a lot to t-take in,” II sniffled and basically threw himself into the taller ghoul’s arms, who happily held and swayed him side to side.

The show ended by them standing near the stairs, bowing to all the audience members then leaving to go back through the hallways to the green rooms, everyone had gone to their green rooms, and as III was walking to his, someone grabbed him by the arms, turned him around and pinned him against the wall near his green room, he looked to see that it was Rain, “What the fuck was that out there?! Huh? Patting my dick and patting my shoulder?” Rain wasn’t yelling, but it definitely wasn’t a quiet tone, III was just standing there, and brought his arms up and started holding Rain by the waist, this caused Rain to startle and shove his arms off, “The fuck are you doing?!” Rain was seriously not impressed by this behaviour, until III grabbed Rain by the neck and smashed his lips against his, Rain not pulling away. The water ghoul putting his hands on the other bassist’s chest, the kiss started turning dirty as they both fought for dominance. III pulled back from the kiss, smirked and said, “I knew you had a knack for me,” The water ghoul looked at the taller man and was speechless, III took this chance to sneakily smack him in the crotch, causing Rain to double over, “What was that for?” The ghoul responded in a croaky and in pain tone, grasping his dick

and groaning, III just laughed and walked off, leaving Rain horny, in pain and confused.

Rain slowly walked back to his green room, still in pain from the abuse to his crotch, he opened the door with his name engraved on and sat down on the couch in the room and his mind wandered back to the moment that just happened. Why the fuck would he do that? Rain thought to himself, still horny from the treatment he just received. He ignored his boner, not in the mood to finish himself off, and decided to get changed into nicer looking clothes as they all decided to have dinner in a big place that Vessel and II somehow managed to hire, but the ghouls weren’t complaining, III said he needed the bathroom so he left to go find one while the rest of them found a place to sit, the spare seat, coincidentally, being next to Rain. III had returned after about 15 minutes, taking the spare seat next to Rain, they had been eating until Rain felt a hand on his thigh, he looked next to him to find III eating his food like nothing was happening.

His hand started inching more and more up his thigh, till it stopped right near his crotch, Rain was shaking at this point, slightly not wanting this, but also allowing it to happen, that is until the hand cupped his dick, which he shook, causing a few curious eyes to dart over, “Are you alright, Rainy?” Phantom asked the slightly shaking water ghoul, “M fine, Mount, was just a fly and it scared me,” he grabbed the hand on his cock and shoved it off, but it was back mere seconds later, to which Rain at this point, was just allowing the hand to explore, III caressing his inner thigh. Rain unexpectedly got up from the table, causing III’s hand to dart back to his own lap, and he walked out of the building to sit down on the stairs for a minute, III following after him a few minutes later, everybody at the table trying to guess and understand what just happened.

III walked down the stairs and sat on them next to Rain, “Hey, I’m sorry for back there, I should’ve asked you and it was wrong to do without your consent.” III said to the water ghoul, Rain looked at him, sighed and put his head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who should be sorry from the start, I thought you were just trying to get into everyone’s pants and to be the “goody two shoes bassist”, I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge, I’m sorry, III.” III kissed Rain’s temple and put his arm around his shoulder, “No you’re fine, you’re allowed to have judgements, I was just trying to get comfortable with everyone and also get accustomed to the large crowd.”

“Because see, we barely get big audience, whereas you guys have massive crowds, so when Ves informed us that we were gonna be touring together, I was shitting myself,”

III scooted closer to the water ghoul and sat his head on the other bassist’s head, sighed and continued, “But I knew I had to be strong and look like the overly confident bassist with no worries, but that wasn’t gonna happen, so when we did the show, I started to get more comfortable around everyone, mostly you, because you seemed really cool.” III remembered what happened on stage that he’s gonna apologise for as well, “I want to also say how sorry I am for what I did to you on stage and after the show, it was totally wrong of me and I should have asked if you were ok with it before I went along and did it.” Rain peeked his head up from the taller man’s shoulders to press a chaste kiss on his lips. III cupped Rain’s cheeks to give him a proper soft kiss, and pulled back after, needing air, he knocked their foreheads together and they both let out breathy giggles.

“I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you tonight, if it means I get to see that beautiful blue body of yours.” III smirked at his own comment, which made the water ghoul blush like a blueberry.

“I wouldn’t mind that either.”

They had walked back to their hotel rooms after texting everybody that they felt unwell and would end their night early.

Fast forward to the end of “their special night.”

III was panting, “Rain, you were amazing, so soft, loving. I don’t think I have ever had more amazing sex than that with anyone, not even IV, shhh don’t tell him that.” III giggled a little, he was only kidding, not wanting to hurt his other boyfriends’ feelings, their relationship was open and so they were comfortable with each other hooking up with the members of Ghost.

“I enjoyed that as well, III.”

Their night ended by them laying back down, Rain in III’s arms, feeling safe and loved, and fell asleep peacefully to the rhythmic beat of the taller man’s heart in his ears. This was probably the best and most wonderful tour of his career with Ghost.

[concealeddarkness13]

It's not a love triangle or even a love square. It's a love dodecahedron (polycule) and Chess is in the middle of it.

[nixotinix]

i am so healthy about holt hyde,,,,,

so here's more art because I have problems :3 (be sure to click, Tumblr crumpled him)

(I draw this boy with his right arm up a lot,,,)

[cherryredstars]

Hiii cherry♥️ i have a request for simon🙃🫠 ok so smth where they kidnap his civilian wife and he's losing his mind trying to find and save her😣😫 also she's pregnant but he doesn't know🥲 love your writing mwah mwah💋💋♥️♥️

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst(???), Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions to Simon’s Trauma, Happy Ending

Summary: His worst fear has come true. 

Word Count: 1.5K (Unedited)

He’s loosing his fucking mind. 

Of course, right when he got comfortable. Right when all these fears started to melt away. Right when he was happy and he had a family again. Everything always goes to shit for him. He can't have a single good thing. History repeats itself. Again and again and again. He should have known. He should have known better. He knew better. He shouldn’t have gotten close to someone again.

Six good years. Six peaceful years.That’s what he got. Six years without any threats, or blackmailing, or discovering. Six years of learning how to love and be loved. Six years of finally having a home again. Six years isn't enough. He wants more damnit. If you’ve taught him anything, it's that he deserves more. And he’d be damned if he didn’t fight for it. Fight for you. But in order to do that he has to fight through this… this fog in his head. This murky fuzziness that shadows in the corners of his mind. It makes his trained focus wane. 

He can’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. He’s zoning out. One second he’s thinking strategies in a briefing room, then his eyes are floating past Price’s shoulders and he’s looking at the fucking wall. You’re missing and all Simon, or Ghost, or he can do is look at the fucking concrete walls like a fucking idiot. Any sounds are just white noise, a soft, distant buzzing. He doesn’t process anything. It’s not going through one ear and out the other. No, it’s not even reaching him. He’s not even thinking about anything as he sits there. It’s all just blank, empty. 

He’s claustrophobic too. He can’t sit in a room for too long. Can’t stand too close to any single person. Fuck going to the mess for food or training or meetings or even being on base. He can’t even fucking spend more than an hour in his barrick before he can see the walls shrinking in on him. It makes his breath quicken and he races out of there quickly. But there isn’t anywhere else he can go. He can’t even stomach the thought of going to your shared home. He knows the second he steps in he’ll feel like a traitor, a murderer, and an accomplice to your abduction. He won’t survive that, he can’t. It feels like he’s back in that fucking coffin again. 

He needs to get up and walk around. His body demands it. He… he needs to be doing something. He just doesn’t know what. So he trains and works out and runs laps over a thousand times. He bounces his knees when he sits. He shifts in his chair no matter how comfortable it is. He picks at loose threads on his gloves and he fidgets with his combat gear. He cleans and disassembles his guns and puts them back together. He does paperwork, or he attempts to. He can’t focus on the words and he can’t get his words right. He spends the time in his office bouncing his knee and clicking his pen and sweating because even though the window is open he can see the walls caving in from the corner of his eye. Nothing is right. Nothing he does is ever right. 

He’s just so tired.

In the late hours of the night, usually on the nights he comes back from deployment or had a god awful nightmare, he would lay awake with you. The two of you facing each other, breathing in each other’s exhales as he played with your hair. He would lean in close and whisper into the still air, I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s the truth. Look at him now: an unfunctional mess with less capabilities than a bloody piece of paper. He’s absolutely useless without you. I don’t know what I would do without you, he had said. Guess he knows now, and his future doesn’t look very promising, (not that it would last more than a couple of hours if you weren’t ever saved). 

He isn’t the only one who sees how he’s losing his mind. Everyone sees it. Johnny, Price, Gaz, even fucking Laswell. It makes him want to laugh. In fact, he does laugh in Price’s face. It’s funny, really. Really goddamn funny. Price and the lot of them. He won’t admit that he feels like he’s backed into a corner. That he’s seconds away from barring claws and fangs at them. He thinks he’s really fucking funny.

“You’re not going on this mission, Simon. I’m not signing off on it.”

Ghost wants to roll his eyes. Of course Simon isn’t going to go. That weak, emotional twat would get killed in seconds. Ghost is going. Not Simon, never Simon. Not anymore. But Price is looking at him like he’s fucking stupid. Like he’s dense and missing something. Then it clicks. If Simon isn’t going… that also means Ghost isn’t going. Two lives in one he realizes. Ghost and Simon. Simon and You. 

“Like fucking hell I’m not going!” Both of them growl, Simon and Ghost together. For your sake, he can get his mind straight. There is no fucking way that he isn’t going to go out there and save you. Leave your life-  the only life that matters in this damn world- in the hands of someone else? He thinks absolutely fucking not. He just hopes Price doesn’t see the thickening film over his eyes that’s been developing since you’ve been gone. 

“It’s too personal for you. At this rate, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

The anger coursing through his bones is strong and vibrating. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides and he feels like he can breathe fire. “Yeah? Things between the two of us are about to get fucking personal.”

Price does nothing but look at him calmly. He gives Ghost a pat on the shoulder, one that he quickly brushes off, and… walks away. It leaves Simon fuming, but as he stands there, his mind drifts again. And it floats and it flutters and his mind has gone blank again. His anger dies down to nothingness. He hates when that old geezer is right. 

______________________________________

It’s made final. He watches them through the cameras in Laswell’s room. Yeah, he’s on Laswell’s personal assistant duty. He’s standing besides her, brooding as the rest of 141 board the chopper. He watches as it slowly begins to lift off the pad, and in a few seconds, it’s flying away. Laswell gives him what’s supposed to be a comforting pat on the shoulder, but Simon just stands there, looking at the empty helicopter pad. 

He spends the rest of the time blanking out. He doesn’t really care for what Laswell is saying to her team on base, telling them to check coordinates and statuses and whatnot. Every now and then, one of the lads says something in comms that fills the room with static words. It all just sounds like white noise. Simon only realizes that they retrieved that target when Laswell shakes his shoulders and gives them a tight squeeze. It takes him a minute or two, his mind trying to channel in. But then it hits. It registers in his mind and in his heart and in his body. The fuzzy edges of his mind recede and everything looks sharper than it has in the past week and a half. 

You’re coming home. He sags, head buried in his hands. His shoulders shake as he cries. 

Even when the tears dry, he stays in that position until the boys get back. He jumps up, following behind Laswell to the medical center. The rest of 141 is there already, conversing about the briefing they will have to go to afterwards. When they hear the two of them approaching, they quieten up and smile. Simon doesn’t give them the chance to say anything before he pulls each of them into a hug, muttering that he owes each of them one. When he gets to Price, he holds onto him the longest, thank yous rushing from his mouth. When he finally pulls away, he asks how you are. 

Price smiles, slapping his shoulder firmly, “Both are fine. Just check ups.”

Simon furrows, looking at Price, “There was another hostage?”

He’s confused when no one answers, looking around. He wants to slap the wide smile off of all their faces. Have they gone manic or something? 

His attention draws back to Price as he chuckles, “Her and the baby.”

Simon feels his breath escape his lungs, his mind getting light headed. He might just cry again. He wastes no time walking into the room, eyes wide as he looks to the bed. You’re conversing casually with the nurse, hand resting on your stomach. When they both hear him enter, the both of you quiet and turn. You smile at him, opening your mouth to say something that never escapes as he rushes you. His hug is bone crushing, but you let him have it. 

You’re finally back. You and the baby.

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ One-Sided Love: In Which, you realize Jinwoo was always for Hae-In ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[tw: self-deprecation, depression, hanahaki disease, hurt, no-comfort, pure angst, death]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ That boy was your star; but she was his sun] ¡! ❞

You stood there motionless as your eyes watched Jinwoo embrace lips that weren't yours. He was kissing Hae-in with such love. You couldn't feel anything, you couldn't shed a tear nor could you say anything. You just stood there with an empty expression.

Of course he chose her, she was always in his mind, in his heart, beyond heavens and beyond the clouds. It was her.

You were only his friend, a temporary entertainment. A tool to kill time. Your laughs and smiles, as genuine as they were Jinwoo didn't care. He just listened to you because he never had the energy to push you away, so he let you be.

My god, he should've pushed you away. He should've ignored your existence. If he did, you wouldn't have given hope. You wouldn't have clung onto a sliver of faith that he might choose you. It would've been mercy if he had just pushed you away,... But he didn't.

Now here you are, dumbfoundedly glancing over the blossoming of pure love. He was smiling at her.

"Ah....He's Beautiful..." You thought to yourself as you watched those loving grey eyes that looked at her with such endearment, with such passion, with such love that you hoped would be towards you. But no, it wasn't.

Could you blame Jinwoo? No. No you couldn't. She was so vibrant after all, a blinding sunshine that anyone would've loved.

Unlike you, you who is useless. The gloomy, the stupid one, the delusional idiot who thought you could've had a chance.

You weren't even the unfortunate second lead. No, no, no. You are too arrogant to think so. You were never a choice to begin with.

So you turned on your heel and walked away. Did you cry behind closed doors? Did you scream your heart out that night? Did you scratch your skin? Did you bite your lip until it bled? Did you cry and cry until your eyes couldn't shed tears? Who cares.

Not Jinwoo, obviously. He has his Hae-in. Why would he care about your measly existence? The boy didn't even notice when you suddenly distanced yourself, when you suddenly cut off communication, when you stopped sharing your snacks with him, when you stopped greeting him good morning, when you suddenly go home without telling him goodbye. You just withdrew yourself, and he never batted an eye. He was too busy. You're not that important, you prick.

Petals would suddenly come out of your mouth, such pretty flowers stained with your disgusting blood. The crimson red liquid shines against such vibrant petals. You truly didn't deserve such kindness to be able to cough out such beautifully-miserable things.

Your heart would bleed everyday, it was so heavy and painful and it only fuels whenever you see Jinwoo with Hae-in. God did it hurt. But damnit was he so beautiful whenever he smiles so radiantly. The smile that you could never bring out of him, the twinkle in his eyes that never belonged to you. He was just so radiant, he was your star. You loved him like the ocean.

So with a blank smile, you truly embraced your existence as a ghost until you had separated for college. But despite that, your longing continues to sprout uncontrollably and soon enough you would be puking petals left and right. You tried to forget but really, you love him more than life itself.

You could have the petals removed, but in exchange you would lose your memories of him. You didn't want that. Every pretty smile of his, every chuckle he gave, every second you spent with him— You loved every single one of it. So you chose the hard path, you chose to endure.

Like the masochistic fool you were

You loved him so dangerously that you are blindingly throwing your life away. Humans were fools to begin with anyway. Justifying everything for the sake of so-called "Love" just for the hell of it.

And at the ripe age of 19, you died in your deathbed foolishly thinking 'It's all in the name of Love.' But at what cost?

At what cost did you sacrifice your life for a man who forgot about your existence the second you pulled away?

At what cost did you sacrifice your life for someone who never cared to begin with? Jinwoo didn't even remember your existence until Beru asked about you out of a whim.

Jinwoo did try contacting your number but to no avail, so to do it in an easy way. He used his powers that came with being a monarch. The darkness engulfed his body and transported to where you were.

Your Grave.

He stared blankly at your tombstone. Emotions he didn't know would spring up suddenly washed over him and all he could feel was despair as he thought about how you looked at your final days. Did anyone see you in your final moments? What were your last words? He could never know.

Jinwoo felt guilty. Guilty at how he just ignored you. But what would his guilt do? What would his pathetic apologies do?

So with a heavy heart, he disappeared again, and returned with a bouquet of flowers. The flowers you always talked about. The flowers that made you smile so radiantly.

It is his first, and his final gift to you.

The you who is no longer by his side. He bids you a farewell, a farewell he never thought he would do. For a friend.

"Goodbye, may your dreams be pleasant as you drift in purgatory. May your soul rest. I'm sorry."

[heretherebedork]

There are no other channels out there fighting the fight and bringing activism to people the way GMMTV does. No one. Absolutely no one. From the fight itself to the people affected to the ways and the reasons to celebrate and to fight and the people that matter both big and small.

(Also, anyone else think the Thai Blind and Sexual Diversity section could be a nod to Last Twilight? Because I am eagerly anticipating that show if they've really consulted with people who are both blind and queer. That would be amazing.)

Max continues to be my tired queer hero. This boy. @absolutebl he is glorious, tired, fighting, queer and here to stay and he deserves a boyfriend, damnit. Max is the epitome of the phrase 'we're here, we're queer and we're goddamn exhausted of fighting for our right to exist but guess what that ain't gonna stop us.'

The amount that I love the message here and the freedom they offer the world and the reassurance that love is love and love is all that really matters in the end, that love is not right or wrong or to be judged but simply is, and always will be, love.

We get to see not just the story of people accepting their identities and their love and who and what matters to them but the bigger picture of the society around them and how it changes and does not change, how they fit society but also how some of them choose to make sure society makes space for them.

[hanafubukki]

Malleus Draconia’s Selflessness/His Love Towards Lilia and Silver

AKA Damnit Malleus, I thought you were a dragon. Can’t you be a bit more selfish?!

This new update brought with it many new lore that we have been anticipating.

We learned about Malleus’ birth.

But you know what else this lore drop revealed? His insecurities and his selflessness.

Malleus is furious about the senate lying to him about his birth and his grandmother lying as well.

(And then we think about all those instances where he ate alone, where his grandmother canceled on him, where only Lilia was the sole companion who understood him and loved him. Can you blame him for being angry?)

When Lilia was waking up, he tried to persuade Lilia with the perfect dream.

Malleus: "What dream would you like to have? A dream where both father and mother are alive? Or would you prefer a dream where you and your son live peaceful lives? I will give you anything and everything you wish for-

(Source)

And this, this statement says it all doesn’t it?

He told Lilia he would give him the perfect dream. What would he like? One where mother and father is alive?

One where Lilia and his son live peaceful lives?

Malleus was never included in those choices. He was never an option.

We saw that Lilia’s happiest moment was Malleus hatching and yet, Malleus doesn’t see it that way.

He saw the pain and suffering he caused. The endless struggles he constantly faced. He felt betrayed by his grandmother and the senate.

All this time, Lilia has done so much for him and he didn’t even know!

So he asks Lilia, what would he like the most. Surely a dream where Meleanor or Levan will make him happy? Or one where he lives peacefully with his son??

Never including himself, never allowing himself to be included, because he didn’t know. He only brought pain and suffering to Lilia. He didn’t know that Lilia hatched him.

Malleus couldn’t love and appreciate Lilia like the way he deserved because of this.

So he’ll give him what he knows made Lilia happy, his parents and Silver.

Also, let’s focus on that point, Malleus called Silver Lilia’s son. Malleus acknowledges Silver has Lilia’s son. He knows how much Lilia loves Silver and vice versa.

He’s happy for them.

After all, he did this for Silver.

He did this for Lilia.

Because of how much he loves them.

And then let’s go back, Malleus not acknowledging the happy scene of his birth.

Because to acknowledge such a scene means he has to acknowledge what he didn’t have, what he lost, and what he could have had.

He could have been with Lilia.

Lilia could have been with him, raised him and loved him. Just like he did with Silver. He could have had it too.

But you know what? Never had Malleus shown that he was jealous or insecure about it because he loves them.

Yes, he could have had it too. Practically yearned for it.

But he didn’t. All because he’s been lied to.

And because he didn’t know.

So he believes he doesn’t deserve it, shouldn’t acknowledge it.

Because he caused pain and because of what he could have had.

I have no doubt in my mind that Malleus would have gladly given his name away to become Malleus Vanrouge or even a mix of Malleus Draconia-Vanrouge (and wouldn’t that have been a great F U to the senate?)

But Lilia wouldn’t let him because that would look down on the sacrifices of Malleus’ parents and their love for him. But Lilia knows how much Malleus cares and would have given up for him. Knows how Malleus would feel.

With the way Malleus was raised by the senate? He wouldn’t be able to call him father no matter how much he wants to. I wouldn’t be surprised if as a child, he would refer (or try at least once) to Lilia as such but would then be scolded by his teachers.

So what can Malleus do but not acknowledge such feelings? Especially now when he realizes what he could have had and lost and what those he love sacrificed the most for.

So Lilia loves Malleus and vice-versa.

Each loves secretly.

One knowing the pain he inflicts and the other unknowing until recently.

But there’s doubt about it, Lilia loves Malleus.

He is his son in everything but name and blood.

And now, Malleus knows too.

Lilia and Silver taught him so much and gave him a home and place of comfort and family. So when he saw them suffering due to time?

It makes him try harder, to make them happy, even if he’s not in the picture anymore.

(Heard about that before haven’t we? -sigh-)

[For a dragon, you can be a bit more selfish Malleus. But you were born from Lilia, one of the most selfless character there is, so it’s not a surprise you are the way you are.]

[rootbeergoddess]

Our Love is Enough

Summary: You’re Tengen’s fourth wife. You pass out because you haven’t been eating and Tengen finds out. Furious, he confronts and later, confronts your bullies.

~*~

You woke up with a start. How long have you been asleep? God, you were so behind on your chores. You threw the blanket off you and were about to stand up when a wave of dizziness hit you. You sat back down, holding your head. This headache was still driving you nuts. How could you do your wifely duties while your head hurt?

“Ah, I see you’re awake,” 

Damnit, someone needed to put a bell on Shinobu. How long had she been in the room? 

“Yes, I am. How long have I been asleep?”

“Asleep?” Shinobu cocked her head. “Y/N, you passed out. You suddenly collapsed while making dinner for your husband and your wives.”

Oh no.

Your dizzy spells had been worsening, but you managed to hide them. When you passed out, you could always tell. Why had this one been so bad? Oh, and Tengen saw it! Tengen probably went ballistic; he was so protective of his wives. Suma was also so sensitive; she hated seeing people she loved hurt. God, this was such a mess. 

“Y/N, how long were you planning on not eating?” Shinobu asked.

You didn’t say anything for a second. There was no way Shinobu hadn’t realized what was going on. While she wasn’t the strongest Hashria but she was brilliant. There was no one smarter than her. 

“It was only three days,” You managed to answer.

“Oh, that’s fine. You only starved your body of nutrients needed to survive and caused yourself to pass out,” Shinobu’s voice had a bite to it. “Not only did you worry Tengen and your sweet wives, but you didn’t even think of poor little Zenistu.”

Shinobu was good at making your feel guilty. Granted, she was right. Zenistu had found out about you not eating; he heard your stomach rumbling. You explained and begged him not to say anything when he asked why. The secret was probably eating him up inside. Sweet Zenistu had always been so kind to you, partly because he had an obvious crush on you. What a terrible person you were to take advantage of him.

“I—-I—-” Your voice wavered. “I was trying to lose weight so I wouldn’t embarrass Tengen and the others.”

The first tear slid down your face.

“What?” Shinobu asked.

“Look at me!” You shouted. “My body is so unappealing compared to Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s. I’m a fat tub of lard who doesn’t deserve four loving spouses! Tengen would be better off without me anyways!” 

Tears begin to fall, and you hide your face, sobbing. All you had wanted was to be a beautiful wife to Tengen and your three wives. Now, you had failed. You had failed completely. They would never accept you back. What were you going to do? Where would you live? The idea of them rejecting you was worse than death in your eyes.

Shinbou grabbed your hair and slapped you across the face.

“That is enough! Y/N, I’ll poison you if you ever speak about yourself like this again!” She said. “How could you doubt Tengen’s love? Do you think he’s so cruel?”

“No, but—”

“While I think four wives is too many, there is no doubt in my mind that Tengen adores you,” Shinobu continued. “I remember when he came to me, asking for advice.”

“He came to you? Why?” 

“He said it had been long since he courted anyone. He was nervous.”

“Nervous,” You deadpanned. “Tengen Uzui, the god of festivals, was nervous?” 

“I know, I can barely believe it myself, but Tengen was enamored with you. And your wives? Oh, they were beside themselves. Didn’t you notice how Suma would always follow you around?”

The memory brought a smile to your face. Before marrying Uzui and your wives, you were a nurse at the Butterfly Mansion. When you met Uzui, you didn’t think much of his flirting. How come could someone like him be interested in a fatty like you? Then, you met Suma, Makio, and Hina. They were each beautiful in their own way, and you weren’t shocked when Tengen revealed he was married to all three of them.

What was shocking was all four of them had taken an interest in you. Suma would show up at the butterfly mansion and just trail after you. Even though she was squeamish around blood and broken bones, she never stopped following after you. Makio had been a bit more awkward, coming off as mean when she interacted with you. Your sweetness had won her over; that she what she told you. Whenever Makio showed up, you always smiled at her no matter what she said.

Hina was much more subtle, but you had caught her blushing a few times. When you asked why, she brushed it off, but eventually, you noticed her staring. You were naive at the time; you hadn’t dated much. Being a bigger woman meant a smaller dating pool. You didn’t pick up on these clues until Tengen came to you with a massive bouquet of flowers. It was filled with some of the most beautiful and unique flowers I had ever seen.

“Oh, those are beautiful, Tengen,” You said with a smile. “Shinobu will love them.”

“These aren’t for Kocho-san,” He said.

“Really? I thought they were a gift to thank you for constantly patching you,” You teased.

“It’s true; she has been a great help in keeping me in tip-top shape,” Tengen said. “But these are you for.”

That made you freeze. Was this a joke? No one had ever given you flowers. Well, your father had, but that didn’t count. You looked at him, searching for a bit of malice in his smile. No, that smile was genuine. Tengen wasn’t a person to lie; he was always honest about his desires.

“For me?” You looked at the flowers. “But wouldn’t this be something you give to some you want to court?”

“Oh, so you’re finally catching on,” Tengen handed you the flowers. “Y/N, my wives have been begging me to ask you a crucial question. It’s not a question I ask just anyone. Y/N, would you allow us the honor of courting you?”

The world had gone still at that moment. You were speechless for an eternity before you squeaked out a small ‘yes.’

“Wait, did you suggest the bouquet he gave me?” You asked Shinobu. 

“I did,” Shinobu giggled. “He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so he decided to get that big one, full of different ones. He was nervous even then. I had to push him into the mansion to get him going.”

This news was shocking. Tengen was the most confident man you knew. No one could even come close to Tengen’s bravado. He saw himself as a god and declared he was flashy constantly. But he had been nervous about courting you? That seemed impossible. It drove people crazy, but you personally found it charming. You wished you had at least a fraction of his confidence.  

Your conversation was interrupted when the door flew open. There stood your husband, panting and slightly sweaty. Oh, you were in for it. He was going to be so mad at you. He made his way toward your bed and then grabbed your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Um—yes?”

“There are no bruises from the fall? Did you hit your head? What about a fracture?” He turned to Shinobu. “I want you to run as many tests as you can. What if she contracted a deadly disease?” 

“Um–Tengen?”

“When she fell, she fell hard! Was there any bleeding?”

“Tengen?”

“Do we need to contact any other doctors?”

“TENGEN!” You managed to shout. “Tengen, I’m fine. I just passed out.”

“Yes, because you weren’t eating,” Tengen said.

Great, he knew. Zenistu had probably told him. You winced as he gave you what was known as the ‘Husband Stare.’ He was angry.

“It’s no big deal, I just—-”

“No big deal?” Tengen repeated. “No big deal? No big deal!? You PASSED OUT! You could have been injured when you fell!”

“But I wasn’t,” You tried to interrupt.

“And do you know what starving yourself does? That is not flashy! It thins out your hair, and your complexion becomes dull. I will not allow it!”

“I just–I was trying to lose weight. I thought it’d be faster this way,” You admitted. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by me.”

“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed by you?” 

“Tengen, you’re so muscular and toned, while our wives have perfect waists. All of you are so perfect, and then there is me. I’m not even close to being on your level.”

“Who says?” Tengen asked. “Wait, were those assholes in town?”

“I—wait, you know?” 

“Of course, I know. The blonde hair wimp told me. He was worried about you and used his hearing to figure out someone in town had been harassing you. Beloved, I don’t care what others think. It’s their fault for not seeing how brilliant and flashy you are. I’m also hurt. Do you think I’d leave you just because you’re not skinny?”

“Tengen,” You sniffled. “I—I’m sorry, I just got scared. You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I love our wives too. I’m just always afraid of losing this wonderful life.”

“Why?” Tengen asked, caressing your face. “Suma, Hina and Makio love you. I love you. Can’t our love be enough? The rest of the world can be stupid and not see your greatness, but you never have to worry about our love.”

“Oh, Tengen!” You hugged him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean you scare you or our wives. I love you all so much!”

“Please, don’t starve yourself to fit in. You don’t have to,” Tengen squeezed you. “Let’s go home.”

“Wait,” You looked over at Shinobu. “Shinobu, I want to thank you. Not just for your help but for talking to me.”

“You’re welcome. Normally, I’d recommend you stay in bed, but I have a feeling Uzui won’t listen to me,” Shinobu sighed. 

“You’d be right,” Uzui said.

Uzui picked you up effortlessly. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can walk!” You protested.

“The girls don’t want to be away from her,” Uzui continued. “Thank you for your help Kocho!”

“Tengen, I can walk!” You said again.

“Walking is for those who are unflashy,” He said, carrying you out of the mansion. 

“Y/N, YOU’RE OKAY!”

Suma started bawling upon seeing you. The entire way back home, Uzui refused to put you down. When you entered the house, the wives all came running to greet you. Tengen put you down, and immediately, you were swarmed by the three women.

“I thought you were going to die!” Suma wailed. “You passed out, and it was so scary!”

“Stop smothering her; you’ll get snot all over her!” Makio said. “Y/N, don’t you ever do that to us again! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, Makio, Suma,” You said. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Your stomach growled loudly, interrupting the sweet moment. 

“I had a feeling you’d be hungry,” Hinatsuru chuckled. “We prepared a special dinner.”

“Would there be any tempura?” You asked, hopefully.

“Of course,” Hinatsuru said.

“Yes! I love your cooking, Hina!” You hugged her.

“Hey, where is my hug?” Suma asked.

Tengen smiled as he watched his happy wives. It was chaos, but god, did he love it. People usually enjoyed silence and stillness but not Tengen. He wanted his house to be loud, filled with laughter and love. As the girls ushered Y/N into the dining room, Tengen slipped away. He was going to join them, but he had something else he needed to attend to. 

Quietly as he could, he took off towards town. He reached the local bar; outside stood Zenistu. 

“Are they in there?” Tengen asked.

“Yes,” Zenistu said through gritted teeth. “Once you’re done with me, I want to a turn! Those slimeballs insult Miss Y/N’s beauty! They’re going to pay.”

Tengen chuckled; Zenistu was many things, but he didn’t take people disrespecting women. It was flashy. Zenistu entered the bar and pointed towards a rowdy group sitting at a table. Tengen nodded as he marched towards them. He stopped before the group, waiting for them to notice him. A sloppily, dull man with greasy hair looked at him, unimpressed. It took them a minute. 

“Can we help you?” One of them asked.

Tengen responded with a hand around the man’s neck. Without breaking a sweat, he threw the offender over an empty table. It shattered, and bar patrons took notice. The man gasped for air but had little time to breathe as Tengen picked him up by the feet.

“Daichi!” Someone yelled. “Hey, put him down!”

Tengen turned to look at the rest of the group. The rest of them froze as he gave them a cold, heartless stare. These were the people who harassed his wife; they had no rights. He dropped Daichi and strode over to the table.

“Which one of you said it?” He asked his voice low.

“S-said what?” One of them gulped.

“Which one of you called my wife a cow?” He asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Y/N Uzui, she comes to town frequently, and I was told that you unflashy lot are the ones who demeaned her. So who said it?”

The rest of the table was silent, giving each other glances. Tengen’s patience was wearing thin. He took his blades on and stabbed the table. 

“It was Shouji!” Daichi managed, pointing at a man in a green kimono. “He was the one who started it! He even said she looked like a whale!”

“It’s true! He even oinked at her like a pig!” Another added.

“Seriously?” Shouji said. “Okay, so I called the fatty a cow! So—”

Tengen grabbed Shouji by the neck. Shouji started gagging, but Tengen didn’t let go. Instead, he left the bar with Shouji in hand. He passed by Zenistu and merely nodded. The yellow-haired boy returned the nod and ran into the bar. He could hear the young boy screaming up a storm, defending Y/N. Shouji kept trying to breathe, but Tengen ignored him. 

Using his training, he jumped up into the air and landed on a building. No, it wasn’t high enough. Looking around, he saw a tower. Ah, that was perfect. He ran towards it, never releasing his grip. Tengen jumped up and ran up the building when he got close enough. When he reached the top, he held Shouji over the edge.

“Please, please don’t drop me!” He begged.

“Oh, I’m not going to drop you,” Tengen said with a twisted grin. “But you are going to suffer. I’m also going to make something clear. Don’t you ever interact with my wife again? Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, don’t even mention her name. Got it?”

Shouji nodded. Tengen brought him away from the edge and set him down. He got a kunai and held it against the other man’s throat.

“Get undressed, now,”

Shouji complied. Once he was down to his underwear, Tengen threw rope toward the man.

“Tie your arms up,” He said. “Hurry it up.”

Once again, Shouji obeyed. Once he was tied, Tengen grabbed the rest of the rope. He tied it firmly to the railing and then grabbed Shouji. Shouji started to beg for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. Tengen tossed Shouji over the edge and watched as the man wailed. He hung there, naked and terrified. Tengen felt satisfied and decided to head back to his wives.

“Wow, you even made ramen? Just for me?” Y/N said.

“Of course! I even added extra pork,” Hinasturu said. 

“Hina, you’re the best!” Y/N said. 

“Hey, what about us? We helped you know,” Makio grumbled, crossing her arms.

Y/N laughed and gave Makio a kiss on the cheek. Makio tried to hide her face, but she was apparently smiling.

“I want a kiss too!” Suma pouted. “I was the one who made the dango!”

“There is dango for dessert? Hooray!” 

Y/N pulled Suma forward and showered her with kisses.

“Hey, no fair!” Makio said.

Tengen managed to sneak back into the kitchen without his wife noticing. He laughed heartily, seeing Makio and Suma fighting over Y/N’s affections. Y/N noticed Tengen, and she got up to run to him.

“You’ll miss out if you don’t come and sit! If you don’t, I’ll eat all of it!” Y/N teased.

“Now this?” Tengen tickled her chin. “This is what I like to see. I like to see my Y/N happy and silly like she normally is. No more starving yourself?”

“Nope!” She said. “Now come on, sit down!” 

Tengen sat down with his wives. He smiled as he looked down at his spouse. Y/N was feeding Suma a dumpling while Hinastru cleaned something off Makio’s face. Makio was blushing, trying to avoid Hina’s look. This was his perfect little family; he’d do anything to protect them.

[icaruspendragon]

yeah yeah i question the romanticization of every little thing as much as the next cynically-inclined gal but like. there really is beauty everywhere. it is kinda refreshing to let bitches be whimsical. to let yourself be a bitch with a penchant for whimsy. because sometimes the only thing that eases the heaviness put in my stomach by the abject horrors is when my friends come over on tuesdays and i get to make them dinner. when i’m drinking a glass of wine and making pasta and dancing to bluegrass in my kitchen and i hear laughter from the other room. like it really is okay to let the little things warm you.

and i know i have a reputation of goodness and kindness and resilience and whatever so i’m sure you’re thinking “that’s so easy for you to say!” but i had to work for that shit. i had to fight for a sunny disposition.

my dad was never around, always choosing women and booze over me and my brother. i was the weird kid people bullied practically my entire time in school. i’m an addict who was forced kicking and screaming into sobriety. i was assaulted in college and the university didn’t believe me. i’ve got depression and insomnia and severe anxiety and panic disorder. i’ve been on 23 different antidepressants/anxiety meds/mood stabilizers over the past 15 years and none of them have worked and sometimes i’m afraid that i’m meant to be sad forever. sometimes i worry that i’ve never actually been happy. my brother died from suicide on my 25th birthday and there wasn’t even a note. i’m well aware of how awful the world can be. of how terrible shit can get.

and i know it’s not life changing or revolutionary, but damnit, i’m going to get excited when i’m reading a fanfic and the two characters finally kiss. i’m going to laugh when my brother tells me a dumb joke. i’m going to let my heart swell while i’m wearing my flour covered apron, when i’m leaning against the doorway to my dining room, holding my glass of wine curled close to my chest while my friends are eating happily and i’ve finally perfected my gnocchi recipe and all the people i love are happy and safe and full of food i prepared with my own two hands as they sit around my table.

the world has not been kind to me but i’ll be damned if i let it continue to make me hard. i deserve softness. i deserve sweetness. i deserve gentle moments. and if the world won’t give them to me? fine. i’ll make them myself.

so yeah, i often wanna scoff when i see someone stop to smell the roses. but i don’t. because the world is so fucking hard. and i don’t see the point in making it harder on ourselves. it’s so much easier to be numb. to be jaded and bitter. to think of my heart as a wretched organ trapped by a terrible vise of a bone. but then i see sunlight filtering through leaves and it makes me smile and i feel my heart beating and i remember i may be small and i may be fleeting, but i’m alive. and my heart, that wretched organ, beats defiant and persistent in my chest. and the sunlight tells me courage, poor stupid heart of stone, and it makes me brave in a world that makes me ache.

so i will be whimsical and silly and happy despite it all, because if i don’t have that, what the hell do i have?

[donutwatches]

MHA 2.24 - Katsuki Bakugo: Origin - part 1

Drumroll please, the match we have all been waiting for is commencing, ba-dum-tish!

Oh honey, no. You should know better than to say the words "avoid combat" to Bakugofckyourself Katsuki.

Let's be real, it would not matter what Deku said, Bakugo would snap at him no matter what. Deku could say "I love PB&J sandwiches." and he would get the exact same reaction.

Oh, Deku has HAD IT. This made me laugh way too hard

Deku: "All I said was, 'I like peanut butter and jelly', why are you yelling?! You would think childhood friends could have a real conversation about our favorite sandwiches, but noooooooo."

Deku's idolization of All Might has always walked the line between inspiring and too much. I love that this episode is bringing up the idea that his hero-worship of All Might is not 100% positive.

All Might, this is not a gift anyone wants. Deku did not put 'broken metal railing sharp enough to make my back a pincushion' on his Christmas list.

OH GOD! All Might you are not supposed to kill the kids!

ALL MIGHT, NO! Bakugo need those organs, holy sh!t. I thought Aizawa was having too much fun fighting the students, but All Might is taking, having a blast beating up these kids, to a higher level.

Bakugo, stop it, you are not allowed to be cute, damnit. It is great that he grew up admiring All Might like Deku, but took away a totally different lesson. He fixated on victory rather than helping people.

Low blow, to call Deku scum while he's down, lol. Deku's ribcage has already been crushed, he doesn't need Bakugo tossing rude names on top of it all.

It's kinda difficult to sound tough when you have a pukey face, but that isn't going to stop Bakugo from trying.

It is wild (and a bit pathetic) that Mr. Obsessed With Winning, will toss his values aside just because Deku is involved. Deku really gets under his skin, huh? I think if Bakugo did not care at all, he would not let Deku bother him so much.

Yeah, Bakugo deserved that punch. But Deku just got puke on his glove, so they both lost really.

Click here for part 2/3

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Taglist:

@jessiedead, @blackaquokat, @granny-griffin, @champion-prism, @hyperfixations-and-cringe

Request to be added if you want!

[jarviscockerssecrethusband]

Not to be sentimental on main or whatever but there’s just something about Billy who keeps running away from love because either he feels like he doesn’t deserve it or he doesn’t want to trust anyone like that.

And Steve who just wins him around.

Not by being King Steve or throwing money at the problem or anything anyone else would assume he’d do.

He’s just Steve.

Earnest, romantic, kind of awkward, very bitchy, desperately in love with Billy.

And Billy knows his reputation from before. Knows he was supreme leader of all the assholes, can’t keep a girl to save his life.

But at least he’s fucking trying damnit.

Not a lot of people would try for Billy.

Billy has to give him a chance

[third-arch]

Law Rambling-“I love you”

A small rambling based on Life After Death by Adam Mcilwee, and my thoughts on Law sincerely being told, “I love you”.

When do you think the last time Trafalgar Law was told, “I love you”?

A cremate? An admirer, perhaps?

Was it genuine?

Does it terrify him, or cause his chest to swarm with happiness and head to overflow with emotions?

Does his heart soar or sink?

He might brush it off and forget about it.

Silly little emotions, a silly feeling in his chest, maybe a sting.

It came and went.

Snuffed out.

And the words would sit like smoldering ashes inside the chambers of his heart.

How are you even performin’

With broken voice and shattered spine?

The smoke would leave his lips, leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth.

He’d wordlessly wash it out and carry on.

Or maybe he’d leave it burning in his throat.

The foul taste lingering on his tongue and irritating his nostrils.

Or maybe it was sweet, perhaps bitter.

His body left in a strange state of momentary bliss, while his heart vulnerable to the lowered iron cages that surrounded it.

And if you really adored me,

You’d cut me up with razor wire.

You’d call me passionately again,

And never say that you were tired.

I took a quick glance at Law’s novel, and found out that words like “kind”, “love”, and “affection” are rarely used. But, the words “I love you” are never spoken.

Not once.

Was Corazon the last person to tell Law “I love you”?

What would happen if someone told him, “I love you?”

Would he overthink it or simply ignore it?

When would he say it? Would it come naturally or splutter from his lips?

And she knows I keep secrets,

And secrets kept me on my own.

Well, to me, if someone sincerely told him "I love you",

I think he’d be curious.

You love me?

Why do you love me?

What did I do to deserve this?

He’d over think it.

Is that really what I heard? Did they really say that? Do they really mean that?

Why do they love me?

He’d doubt it.

There’s no way. I’m not worthy for it. They’ll get hurt. I can’t open my heart for them. How could they possibly love me?

The words would get stuck in his throat.

Why can’t I say it? It’s so simple, just say it. Eight damn letters.

What’s holding me back?

He’d deny it, perhaps.

It’s not real. There’s nothing here. I need to be certain.

When did I even start feeling these pathetic, silly emotions?

He couldn’t say it.

Just say it.

Damnit, Law, just say it.

He wouldn’t say it.

“…”

Why? I think because he’d be terrified.

His heart would throb, a gentle, rhythmic pounding in his ears.

The ocean would drain, the world would stop turning, the stars would fall out of the sky for Law.

If after life, there’s only death,

Beyond the smoke that’s in my chest,

Beyond the stress, only more stress.

But, one thing’s for certain.

Whoever told him those words, a friend or admirer,

Whoever meant it with all their heart,

I think deep down, somewhere within him, he’d love them back.

And no matter how hard or little he might try to forget,

He wouldn’t.

Song Credits!!🌸🌸🌸

Life After Death (Stress Beyond Stress)-Wicca Phase Springs Eternal (Raw and Declawed, 2017)

[rcksmith]

Last night of the world — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Luther's wedding was an ironic joke for Five Hargreeves, especially with the apocalypse knocking at the door. But, that night, when Five looked at you and his breath escaped his lungs, he understood his brother. Beause he would marry you too on the last night of the world if he could.

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

11. “Wow- you look…amazing.” 

15. “Because i love you god damnit!”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

20. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

40. “Come cuddle.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: just swearing, little angst, mention of death, VERY FLUFF.

Word count:3k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile 3 orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. 

We not tolerate any pedophilia here!! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

———

He can remember to this day. The taste of heaven on the top of his tongue, his heart suddenly racing into an uncontrollable rhythm, the sensation of an icy shiver coursing through his body and igniting a hot flame deep in his chest. It was like seeing the muse of a Renaissance painting: exciting, destabilizing. And all your splendor made the soul of Five Hargreeves want to kneel for you in eternal devotion.

You were breathtaking. And even after years, he can still remember that moment.

Five is not a man who is easily impressed, nor is he snatched by any woman. He is firm, rational and practical. But meeting you… in all your glory as a God-decorated angel, made him want to admit the existence of the divine and drown himself in your religion.

It only took a few months for Hargreeves to realize that the earth's rotation only made sense when you were by his side, directing smiles towards him that made he feel like he was in the heart of the sun, that awakened the will to…be good. At least the best possible, for you. To have the illusion that he could deserve you.

Maybe if Five Hargreeves tried to be a better man when he was by your side, he could fool the gods, life or fate, that he deserved you. And so no one would take you away from him. Maybe.

The relationship of you two was something inevitable, unstoppable, Five held you like it was a miracle and didn't dare let go anymore. You were one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and he wasn't going to risk losing you. But, lucky for Five, you loved him just as much as Phyllis loved Demophon.

There was an unspoken promise surrounding the love of the two of you, the unshakable conviction that you would remain side by side, until the end of the world.

"You are so lost in thought." Your voice snapped Five out of his reverie, bringing him back to reality.

A reality many years later. Where the end of the world knocked at the door, once again. Where his dysfunctional family was trapped in that strange and confusing reality. A reality where, in the midst of impending death, Luther was getting married.

When did time go by so fast?

It was at that moment that the blue eyes with ocean hues were in your direction, and just like so many years ago, Five lost his breath, his reason and his understanding of the world. The red silk clung to every curve of your body like an embrace of perfection, your skin was glistening under the lights of the hotel's ballroom, leaving you looking like a fantasy too good to have come true.

Holy fuck.

“Wow-’’  His voice got stuck on the way from brain to mouth, too perplexed how someone like you could be real. “You look…amazing.” 

The sincerity in his voice, charged with a tremor and veneration, made the hairs on your arms stand on end and your heart race like horses in a race. How, after so many years, could he still look at you as if you were the most beautiful deity among the Greek gods? There was a pure love deep in his eyes that always made your soul tremble.

"You look wonderful too." You flashed a big smile, running your hand down his arm. “I love you in a suit.”

Five made a mocking sound, like a half laugh, as he looked away for a second before turning his attention to you.

"You always say that."

"Because it's true"

Your body came close to his without hesitation, being greeted by Five's warm arm around your waist. His touch became firmer as he pulled you a little closer, as if, unconsciously, he firming up territory.

“What were you thinking?” He looked at you in an inquisitive way “When I arrived. What were you thinking?”

"In you." His answer came as firm as his grip, and your heart leapt in chest. “More specifically the first time I saw you.”

There was something about the way Five Hargreeves looked at you. Something mysterious, passionate, hot as the fire of sin and sweet as the gates of paradise. Something that made you feel like you were living a true love story. Emotions curled at the top of your throat, and you knew you would cry if you uttered a single syllable. So you just laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the person who was the reason you were still breathing.

“What are the plans for tonight?” Your voice came out when you were sure you wouldn't cry, looking back into his eyes.

“My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition” Then his mouth got closer to your ear and became wicked when said "And fuck you so fucking hard that I'm going to break the bed"

Hot shivers licked up your spine to the back of your neck, heat in your belly rose to your eyes, and you smiled broadly, full of sinful expectation.

Five's promises were never in vain.

”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled even wider, the blood pulsing hard in your veins, following the same rhythm as your passionate heart.

Hargreeves bit his teeth as he tightened his grip on your waist. “You teasing little thing.”

You laughed loud, letting him lead you to one of the tables and you said softly  “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass...” 

“I heard that!” 

“You were supposed to!”

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No one knew - or cared - what time it was, the height of dawn was always perfect for rampant alcohol and dubious behavior. Nights were made for choices that weren't made during the day.

At that moment, forever was in that ballroom, with drunk people and loud music. The colored lights pulsed like a car engine, contributing alcohol to cloud and inhibit the rationality of everyone in the room.

The world was ending and each one there found a different poetic meaning for the situation.

Luther found his in his wife, Klaus clung to his father's plans and lived that night not as the last, but as the beginning of something, just like Ben. Viktor found his in the peace that existed in the idea of - finally - putting an end to that drama of apocalypses, which followed him from timeline to timeline.

For Five Hargreeves, his poetic meaning was you.

His eyes were heavy and his mind light, but he would have to be completely blind for not recognize that, whenever he looked in your direction, you were the most breathtaking girl of the universe.

Would he stop venerate you as a goddess? No.

He stood there for a few seconds, next to someone he didn't care who it was, his eyes completely mesmerized on you. Like you was the most dangerous siren at sea, and he was just a sailor totally at your mercy.

Your body, trapped in that fucking maddening red silk gown, was covered in a fine mist of sweat that lit your skin like pirate treasure. Your hair was unruly and coming out of hairstyle, but the strands that fell under the lap of your breasts took his breath away. It should be considered a cardinal sin the way your body was moving, and Five would have dropped to his knees for you if he could spend eternity there, watching you dance.

“I don't think I've ever seen you look like that.” It sounded like Klaus' voice, but Five didn't want to take his eyes off you to check it out.

“I don't have any expression on my face.” He said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he didn't believe his own words.

How could anyone keep a complacent expression when you looked like that? So miraculous that Five questioned his sanity. There was something about you that kept him wrapped around your finger, so fervently in love, whipped with just one look you gave him. Your image was like a renaissance miracle, a glimpse novelists had of paradise.

God sure was a woman…because there was no explanation for you being so divinely beautiful.

“she’s just…wow”

Klaus must have said something, but Five didn't deign to pay attention, his concentration too focused on the way your body moved, the sway of your hips that moved his ocean. Your every move was a tsunami on his sea, every twirl was a rotation on his Earth, you were shaking Five's entire existence and didn't even notice.

You may have fallen in love with him first, but he fell in love hardest.

That's when your eyes met his, in a fatal connection that made Five's soul tingle. Your smile was the second shot at his sanity, and at that moment, at a stupid wedding, Hargreeves wondered why the hell he never made an event like this be a moment of the two of you?

Why did he never ask you to marry him?

And in that second, watching you dance with Viktor, he found no reason not to.

Fuck it.

With each step Five took toward you, charged with purpose, the more the sense of certainty inside him grew, like a thunderous sound.

“I'm going to have to steal the most beautiful woman of the night.'' Five told his brother, who tried to hide his laughter at his drunken, uninhibited state.

A delicious flush crept up your cheeks, coloring your skin to a shy tinge that made Five want to run his tongue at the maddening color.

“All yours” Viktor was still trying not to laugh as he handed you to his night-black-haired brother.

“Come cuddle.” Five's drunk voice teased you as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

“You know that the most beautiful woman of the night is a bride, don't you?” it was your first speech as you settled youself with his warm, masculine, possessive hand on the small of your back.

“Not for me.” His voice brushed your jaw, lowering to your neck as if Five were inhaling the scent of your soul. “Never for me.”

Five was drunk, you knew that, he smelled like expensive whisky and masculine cologne, but there was something about his sincerity abounding in his drunkenness that made your heart pound. Hargreeves could be very good at hiding his feelings on a day-to-day basis, but that fell apart when alcohol drowned out his demons.

Was that what he thought whenever he looked at you? That you were the most beautiful woman, in every single night? Did he look at you with that oblique glow and in his mind he secretly venerate you?

You've never wanted a positive response so much in your life, because that's exactly how you feel about him. Your heart has long had the name 'Five Hargreeves' tattooed in red-hot iron, and the wish you've asked the shooting stars is that yours would also be tattooed on Five's heart too.

it wasn't too much to ask...

“I love the way you smell.” You buried your nose in his neck, letting the male body rock you completely, just not touching you with both hands because he held a bottle of whisky in his left.

Five let out a sound that could be described as disbelieving laughter. "i've been drinking for hours."

“But I can still smell your real scent.” You joked, reaching up to the back of his head whit your hands.

Hargreeves rummaged his shoulders, in a way to draw your attention to his face, pulling your eyes from your favorite hiding place. When you did, there were so many emotions pouring out of the blue Egyptian eyes that made your soul shivered.

“What do I smell like?” A question so innocent, pure, almost childish, but one that was able to quicken your pulse as quickly as a wildfire.

There was no hesitation in your voice as you replied: “Home.”

A hot feeling licked Five from head to toe, shaking his structures and revoking all the foundations of his life. It should be a crime for you to say such things. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that it physically hurt. It should be a crime to be that passionate for you. So, whit his chest sinking with overwhelming emotions and feelings, Hargreeves made the only coherent decision: he kissed you.

Kissed you because his ribcage would explode if he didn't. Kissed you because every cell in his body screamed that no longer belonged to him, but to you.

Mine, mine, mine. That's what Five thought as drowned the sins on your heavenly lips.

“I want to marry you.” His voice was still swallowed by your lips, because he refused to pull away.

"But..." one more kiss ''we already...'' one more kiss ''we're married.''

"No." the firmness in his voice shook your heart  “I want a stupid wedding like this stupid event. I want to hear the idiotic speeches of my father and my siblings, and say that I want this hell to end when in fact I'm reveling in the fact that everyone is gathered just to see my wife. Because i love you god damnit! '' his statement left no space for a answer, because Five swallowed your breath with another incendiary kiss “I want to see you in white, and recite silly vows when in fact my love for you is much more than these ready-made words. I want to give you my last name, keep you by my side as the only Mrs. Hargreeves… I want… why the fuck have I never asked you to marry me before?!”

Five couldn't tell if you were crying or smiling, but he was relieved by the tight way you were holding him. Of course it wasn't the best of statements, he was never good with sentimental shit, but something in the way you looked at him shocked said he said something very right.

“I should propose to you in a better way.” His speech was cut off by a hiccup from the alcohol. “fucking hell…'' his gaze wandered slowly across the room and stopped at the stage, where Ben and Klaus were singing some horrible bullshit ''I already know…'' his drunk mind went back to you again ''I'll sing for you.''

Your laughter overcame the tears, and the automatic question left your mouth. “Why,babe?’’

"Because I want to make a decent proposal, give you something more worth telling people about later."

You were going to say a thousand things, but Five cut you off by the look in your eyes "How am I supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

Five Hargreeves didn't give you a chance to argue, didn't give you a second to recover from a breathtaking statement, and you felt like crying in anger at yourself when he was already away from you, on his way to the stage. You wanted to say that you loved him from the first second, that you worshiped him more than the Greeks worship Zeus. You didn't need a proposal, a big wedding, a official celebration, you always knew you were his wife. And you wanted him to know that too, wanted him to understand that, nothing he wasn't ready to do, you would push him to do. His reserved and sour nature wasn't a problem and you were always completely happy with what you had. Because that meant having Five on your side.

You've never considered yourself a big fan of such public displays of affection, you've always found proposal in open spaces and with people around cheesy, but...but the way Five smiled at you on that stage, microphone in hand and bottle of alcohol in another, it made you question all your tastes in life. That scene was worth it

The truth was, Five would hang the moon in the sky for you, and you'd do anything to keep that love and happiness in his eyes whenever he looked your way.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - "Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel" (dual POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

After the incident last week, König is pent up, all he can think about is f*cking Müller and it’s making him uneasy, so he snaps at people and is a grumpy mess in general. It really doesn’t help that she is becoming friends with one of the other recruits. Müller has got enough of this and a plan to get the Colonel up and working properly again before their next mission… (5.5k words)

a/n: this got kinda long, but i wanted to give them the proper first time they deserved... also we love a good switch moment around here

(NSFW under the cut, explicit scenes)

König POV:

I’m so wound tight I can’t even think straight. All I can think about is Müller and her perfect fucking pussy. But I restrained myself from visiting her again because well… it didn’t fucking help the last time. Tasting her again, feeling her come against my mouth, just made everything worse. Ich bin so knietief in der Scheiße (I’m so knee-deep in shit). The others that are getting on my nerves are not helping either. Horangi buggers me to talk about what happened last week (and with who), Ridgeback is on my ass because of the next mission and one of the recruits keeps hanging around Müller which is driving me up the wall. And I can’t let any of this get to me.

Today is training day and all of the old and new operators are running drills, Horangi and I are riding them hard, not letting up on the tempo. They’re currently crawling through the mud on the obstacle course, the people leading in the race already climbing up the ropes of the tower. With satisfaction I see Müller amongst them, right beside Aksel and the other new recruit, I think, his name is Santos. Spanish dude specialized in bomb defusal. When I see him, he’s almost always talking to her. A thing that was hard to ignore before, but keeps grinding my gears, the closer I get to her. He’s more like the guy she should be with. Younger, easy to talk to, handsome (definitely not hiding under a mask if he doesn’t have to), makes the others laugh (definitely making Müller laugh as well), shit like that.

Not like her Colonel who was perving on her before, who behaved like a total asshole when he first met her, almost turned her into human mush when he ran into her. Who basically stalked her, ever since… she turned up here. Whose idea to give her comfort was to finger her until she came in his arms. Which was totally selfish even if I told myself that it was just for her pleasure. Who did the same shit again when begging to eat her out. Who made her come until sweet hot tears streamed down her face. And who dreamt of nothing more than making her take his dick. And whose guilt is eating him up right now.

Now I’m standing here, barking orders at the team because that’s what I know how to do. That’s where I’m most comfortable.

Horangi leans to me: “I think, we can let them to the feed trough, huh, Köni?” Köni. He always calls me that. And after all this time I stopped trying to dissuade him from this pet name. It’s kind of endearing, really. “Fine.”, I grunt, then I call out to them. “Feeding time!” They all scramble to get to the mess tent first, to get something to eat. Gulasch is on the menu today, a beef stew from Hungary which always reminds me of home because it was one of the dishes my grandma made regularly on Sundays. I sigh. And follow them. My eyes are on Müller again in an instant. She’s standing in line, with Santos and Aksel, and they’re all chatting and laughing. I hear her contagious laughter which makes me smile, but nobody sees anyway how the sides of my mouth turn up. She’s sweating and there’s dirt all over her arms and front, her cheeks have a slight red tint to them from the physical exertion which looks oh so similar to the blush that covers her face when she’s all hot and bothered. Verdammt noch mal (Damnit).

Her laugh chimes up again and then I see her touching Santos’ arm for just a moment and the glance they exchange… It’s been a while since I felt the ravaging of jealousy in my gut, but it’s familiar enough, and I have to slowly breathe through it to calm myself down. Get a grip of yourself. This woman doesn’t owe you anything. It’s all in your head, du Hund (you dog). She thought you fucking hated her for the first few weeks that she was here. “What’s gotten into you, Colonel?”, I hear Horangi’s voice from right beside me. He only calls me Colonel to get on my nerves, it infuriates me even more (have I mentioned how fucking unlikeable I am even to the people that like me?). I shoot him a look and he just laughs. He knows not to take me too seriously, ever. “God damn, who were you looking at with those eyes? I don’t see any dead bodies.”, he just keeps on joking and follows my gaze that strays back to Müller, Santos and Torvald. Because I can’t stop looking at her. They’re laughing again and the faint sound of her laughter dissipates my frown, even if it’s somebody else that’s making her laugh.

“Why would you…” His sentence trails off as the gears in his head are turning. “Has that something to do with… last week?”, he asks. “When, you know-“ I shoot him another look in hope to make him stop speaking. It does not work. ”Müller?! Are you fucking kidding?”, he says, way too loud for my liking. “Keep your voice down, G’schissener (shithead).”, I press through clenched teeth. He looks at me incredulously. “오 젠장 (oh shit), for real? Fraternizing… you?!“, he asks. I don’t dignify it with an answer, ignoring him completely now, but my eyes rest on her again. He just giggles, and I sigh deeply. I’m so knee-deep in shit. Who could’ve thought that the mouse really can fell the tree?

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I don’t need to look around to know that his eyes are on me. Every time I find him in my point of view, our gazes meet because he’s already there, watching me. And it shouldn’t get me all hot and bothered. But those gazes are the only thing I get. He’s avoiding me otherwise after he visited me last week. I try to play it down like it might have been a one-time thing, but then I catch him looking at me again and the way I heat up under his gaze alone… It can’t be a one-off. Also, when he cornered me and told me what he wanted to do to me, he didn’t stop at eating me out. So, why would he now? The last few days I’ve kind of waited to get cornered by him again, for him to steal me away in a moment when we both can’t take it anymore and just need to rip each other’s clothes off. But that didn’t happen. Quite the opposite. He avoided me at every possibility.

My eyes scan the line behind me and there he is. Standing tall, half a head taller than everybody else. Horangi is right beside him and he’s all upbeat and chatty (a state I’ve only ever seen König in when he’s drunk or fighting), but the man himself looks like Drei-Tage-Regenwetter (a term I still remember quite fondly from my German lessons because three-day-rain is nothing for a norse men, but apparently, they don’t like weather like that on the continent). Oh, he’s in a bad mood and we’re on the other end of it, feeling the effects in today’s drills. When we make eye contact, the familiar tingles erupt all over my body and even across the distance I feel the heat in his stare.

Aksel chuckles beside me. “What has gotten up the Colonel’s ass?”, he comments. More like who’s ass has he not gotten into. I think to myself. That’s pent-up sexual frustration if I’ve ever seen it. “I got my ass handed to me yesterday.”, Santos pipes up. “In training. I actually thought he was gonna rip me a new one.” He shakes his head, but his grin doesn’t falter. “It made me so nervous, I actually cut the wrong wire. Which only made him madder.” We laugh. “Oh no, Santos.”, I say as I’m still laughing. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.” He just grins at me. “Ah don’t worry, if I can defuse bombs when the literal diavolo is spewing insults at me, I can do anything.” My eyebrows shoot up as his words register. Goddamn, the literal devil. Man, I don’t want to get on his bad side. I glance at him and his eyes – again – are already on me. But, oh boy, do I want to get on his good side.

“I’m gonna talk to him later.”, I simply say. The two men look at me in disbelief. “Like what?”, Aksel wants to know. I shrug. “I don’t know, ask him what’s going on. We can’t have him wired up like this when we’re about to go on a mission next week – which he is going to lead.” – “Greit, du blir gal. Maybe try it after he had a few drinks and is babbling Austrian nonsense.”, Aksel suggests. I laugh, a hollow sound that doesn’t reach my eyes. I know when someone’s drinking away their troubles, I’ve been there before. “Good idea.”, I just say.

Tracking him down at this time of night is not difficult. If he’s not drinking with Horangi, he’s training in the gym. So that’s where I’m headed as I didn’t find him at the bar, with a plan in mind that doesn’t really involve that much talking. I’m taking initiative for once, because it seems like he won’t do it despite being all wired-up and grumpy.

I enter the gym and as I thought, there isn’t anybody here except him. He turns around at the sound of the door and stops in his tracks as he sees me. “Colonel.”, I greet him. “What are you doing here, Müller?”, his voice is thick with exertion and something else entirely. “I wanted to talk to you.”, I tell him as a half-truth. Oh, I want to do so much more than just talk to him. “What do you want to talk about?”, he asks, sounding a bit hesitant. He’s still just standing there, in short gym shorts and a grey tanktop that shows off his arms and the tattoos on them. Even when training he has his mask on. Does he ever take that thing off?

“Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel.”, I tease him as I come a few steps closer. “Not jealous.”, he rumbles. “No?”, I ask. “Then I was imagining the whole ordeal with Santos today?” He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes are fixed on the ground before him as he mumbles something in german. “What?” – “I said, it was nothing, I’m sorry, okay?”, he deflects. “So, you weren’t at all mad when I talked to Santos and Aksel today?” His head whips in my direction when I say Alejandro’s name. Bingo. I take another step towards him, just inches between us now. “And the bad mood you’re in ever since last week doesn’t have anything to do with… sexual frustration?” Boldly, I put my hand on his chest, slowly trailing down his abs. He catches my wrist, his eyes boring into me with a stare of pent-up frustration and lust. “What’re you doing?”, he asks, leaning down a bit. The slight menace in his voice only spurs me on. “Doing what I waited for you to do the whole week.”, I tell him with a sultry smile. I pull my hand from his grip and get the chair that is always standing in the corner and nobody ever sits on. Until now.

“What are you doing?”, he repeats his question from before as I set down the chai beside him. “Relieving some of the built-up tension that clearly has you on edge.”, I say calmly as my hands move to his shoulders as I stand behind him, massaging lightly, and it’s like flicking a switch as soon as my palms dig into the tensed-up muscles. He relaxes against my touch, groaning ever so slightly. “Let me take care of you, okay?”, I whisper moving to his front, my hands squeezing all the tense spots as I trail them along. When I look up at him again, the frustration has already dissipated a little bit, curiosity shining through the pent-up lust. I can’t help but smile at him a little bit, then I take a step back. I look down, seeing the way his shorts are tented, and my smile turns into a smirk.

“Pants off.”, I tell him. “But-“, he tries to protest, yet I interrupt him with the click of my tongue. “Pants off, Colonel.” He strips without hesitation, letting the shorts fall down to the floor and- he doesn’t even have anything on underneath. My eyes drop down of their own volition and they snap back up in an instant when I see his dick. He’s grinning at me, even through the mask it’s obvious. It only gets more prominent at my reaction. My god, I must look like a deer in headlight, the way my eyes widened. I mean, I knew he would be big like the rest of him. I felt him against me before. But my god. I don’t think he’s going to fit.

I clear my throat. “Sit.”, I tell him, just as he told me a few days ago in the van. He takes a few steps back until his calves hit the chair and he takes a seat, leisurely leaning back, his thighs spread, his dick hard, resting against his shirt-clad stomach. The way he casually sits there, looking at me with the confidence of a man who just made someone’s chin drop over the size of his dick, the macho-esque attitude shouldn’t be this fucking hot.

The cockiness in his expression falters a bit as I pull out the rope I had hidden in the waistband on the back of my pants. “Arms to the chair.”, I order him, and after a slight hesitation he follows suit. I tie his arms to the side of the chair, taking my time with the knot on each side, making sure it’s not too tight, but tight enough to keep him strapped to it. I mean, we both know that tying him to a chair with just some black rope doesn’t really restrain him, but he still accepts it.

I bend towards him, so that my boobs almost hit him in the face, and whisper into his ear: “Being so good for me.” He thrashes against his restraints and I know he could escape them. He totally could. But it doesn’t seem like he wants to. I straighten up again, looking at him, relishing the way his shoulder muscles tense and even through the shirt I can see the way his abs and pecs move with every rugged breath. His gaze is on my face as I strip my own pants and then the panties. I let his eyes follow me over to his shorts and bend down, stretching down enough to show off my ass and flash him my pussy. “Fuck.”, he grunts and the rope around his arms is aching under the strain he’s putting it through. I put my panties in the pocket of his shorts and as I straighten back up and strut in his direction, I tease him: "For later, right?" His breath goes fast and ruggedly, but he doesn’t answer.

I come closer and closer until I'm standing over his right thigh. I lay my hands on his shoulders and from the way he's looking at me, he's totally enraptured by what I'm doing. And that's before I take my seat on his thigh, my already embarrassingly wet pussy against his firm muscles. He groans and his head rolls back as I roll my hips tentatively, once, then another time. "You feel so good underneath me.", I whisper to him while my hand trails down his stomach, itching to finally touch his dick. He's had his fingers inside me twice already, he made me come with his mouth, but I didn't get to play with him yet, so I'm going to take my time.

I drag a finger over the tip that is already leaking pre-cum, and not just his cock, but his whole body twitches. I repeat the movement a few times, then bring my finger to my mouth and lick his arousal off it. Taste him like he tasted me. He almost whines, his eyes fixed on my lips. Maybe I enjoy sucking on my own finger right now, putting the idea of sucking him to the forefront of his mind, and maybe I also enjoy it a little bit too much with the way it's making him squirm in the chair.

I release it with a pop, then I drag the digit, now wet with my spit, over his whole shaft. "Fuck, you're killing me.", he grunts, soft sounds and held back moans rising up his throat. "Hmm, the whole last week I imagined what it would feel like to finally touch you... To take you in my mouth...", I tell him as my fingers close around his dick and I oh so slowly start to move them up and down his length. His eyes flutter shut and his hips jerk up, pushing into my hand impatiently. “You want it faster, huh?”, I tease him, and he nods with a heavy swallow which makes me chuckle. I let go of him for just a moment and he groans again, another jerk of his hips. “So impatient…”, I say with a little ‘tsk-tsk’, then I lick my hand to make it more slippery. I grip him again, barely reaching around his dick with my fingers. I jerk him off with hard strokes, trying to find a rhythm with his desperate movements. Holding onto his shoulders with the other arm, I start to move myself, grinding on his thigh in the same tempo. Almost like I’m riding him, just not quite where he’d want me to be.

“Oh fuck, I never thought I’d be jealous of my own thigh.”, he mumbles which pulls a giggle from my lips. “Well, as I already said, jealousy looks good on you.” I twist my hand around his dick, going up and down his length, while I hump his thigh, dragging my pussy over his hard muscles, relishing the friction against my clit. “You’d like me to ride something else rather than your thigh, huh?”, I tease him, moaning as I roll my hips again. He nods desperately. “Please, oh fuck-“, he breathes harshly. His eyelids flutter as I squeeze his cock harder.

It is intoxicating to see him at my mercy like this. And from the way he looks at me, he seems to enjoy it as well, his gaze all hazy and fixed on me, almost begging. I let go of him and stand up, a stain of wetness left on his thigh. He whimpers and that fucking sound sends a shiver of arousal down my spine. "I'm going to fuck you now." I straddle his lap, lowering myself onto his dick. We both groan in unison as we’re close like this for the first time, and then I start to move, grinding on him like I did his thigh before. “Wait, wait a second.”, he suddenly says. I stop in an instant, searching for his eyes. “Is it save? I don’t want to… you know.”, he whispers, searching my expression with worry, not finishing his sentence. I nod softly. “I had my tubes tied a long time ago. So don’t worry.”, I tell him, adding: “And I’m clean.” He takes a labored breath. “Okay, me too…” He halts for a second. “I didn’t want to… ruin the mood or anything, I just… had to ask.” My hand reaches for his face, laying where is cheek must be under the fabric of the hood. Realising that this is the first time I actually touched him like that. His breath hitches, then he relaxes again, snuggling ever so slightly into my touch. “You didn’t, it’s good we talked about it.”, I say, in earnest. His gaze is pulling me in and I could have stayed like this forever. Forget about everything else. Maybe also wishing that we were somewhere – someone – else. Boring, save civilians. With normal jobs. Not mercenaries. Normal people with normal problems. Not soldiers with more baggage than they can carry, even between the two of them.

“Then please, woman, fuck me.”, he asks, with hoarse desperation. I smirk at him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pull back a bit, grabbing his dick to position him at my entrance. Slowly I sit back down as he pushes into me, inch by inch. “Oh fuck.”, this time from my lips. He stretches me out way beyond what I’m used to and suddenly I’m glad that I’m so embarrassingly wet already. “I don’t think I can-“ – “You can.”, he interrupts me. “You’re doing so well for me, taking my dick like this. Come on, Liebes.” His praise washes over me and I timidly move my hips to get him to fit. I’m finally sitting on his lap again, this time with him fully seated inside me. “All good?”, he asks softly as my head falls onto his shoulder. “Yes, just… so… full.”, I breathe. He chuckles lightly, a sound that I’m positively addicted by now. I roll my hips, slowly starting to find a rhythm. He huffs and groans, straining against the ropes again. “My god, you’re so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me burst.” My movements get more confident as I slide up and down his length, coming back down hard, which hits spots inside me that make me moan with every pass. “You sound so fucking good.” His mumbled praise spurns me on, so I’m fucking him harder, skin slapping against skin as I jerk myself down on his cock. Our moans intermingle, echoing on the walls of the gym and I can feel how my wetness coats him, spreading over his lap as he pushes inside me. His chin drops down to his chest, his eyes fixed on the spot where we are connected. I slow down a bit, my hands digging into his shoulders as I fuck him slowly. Up until he almost slips out of me, then down again, feeling his whole length deep inside me. He groans as his dick pushes into me over and over again, my pussy stretching around him. “Fuck, this- ach du schei-“, he curses softly, his gaze not straying away, as he pulls on his restraints. "Please, I need to touch you.", he pleads, the whole chair aching by now. “Please, let me touch you.” – “I can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.”, I coo which only elicits a less than satisfied grunt from his throat, that makes me giggle a little bit.

I free his right hand, and I don't even get to the other one, because he's faster, and with that he already picked me up and I could only hold onto his shoulders, as he carries me over to the training mattresses. The very same I threw him down into, just a few weeks back. Seems like forever ago now. I’m getting pushed onto his dick with every single one of his heavy steps. “You little brat.”, he rumbles. “Teasing me like that…” His right hand comes down on my ass cheek, spanking me, just once but hard. I yelp in surprise, but it turns into a moan when he presses inside me again, bottoming me out. He’s carrying me so casually like I weigh nothing. “When all I want to do is fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”, he growls. I want to retort something cheeky like ‘Oh, you seemed to enjoy it plenty.’, but he drops onto the mattresses and sets me down in front of him.

"König!", I squeal, yet he doesn't even wait a second until he starts fucking me into the ground. "Yes, Liebes?", he grunts between two pushes of his hips as he sits back on his knees. This position hits me deep inside, stretching me around his dick deliciously. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me against him with every stroke and all the possible answers get drowned out by the flow of moans from my lips. Oh, how the script has flipped and now I'm at his mercy, getting jerked on his cock as he pleases, deep, hard, with a force that almost makes it painful to take him, even with how wet I am. Incoherent ramblings are the only thing I can manage right now as he hits the sensitive spot inside me, over and over and over again. "Oh, don't say you can't take it after teasing me so mercilessly, Prinzessin?", he playfully mocks me - the gremlin voice coming out to play - as one of his hands trails up my body until it closes around my neck. Leave it to the human battering ram to make this kind of missionary into the most intense position I ever had sex in.

I look up at him, his mask moving with every snap of his hips. It’s a miracle that it stays on like that. His eyes find mine and I think I don’t ever want to look up at somebody else. Fuck, the way he looks at me while fucking me rough like this, it makes me want to burst. I don’t think anybody else could compare anymore. The waves of arousal tear me from my thoughts before I can dwell on them for too long. “You like that, huh?”, he asks me, his voice all gravelly. And I just nod, unable to do anything else than just take what he’s giving me. I’m already all fucked out and my vision blurs as hot tears stream down my cheeks, and he squeezes my neck ever so slightly as he pulls my whole body against him. I can feel the orgasm coming on swiftly, building up with every roll off his hips. The room is filled with his grunts, my moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the erotic noise stoking my arousal.

"Oh, you’re taking my dick like such a good girl.", he coos, not letting up on the rhythm. The praise washes over me and pushes me over the edge. I come around him, high sighs filling the room until his hand clasps over my mouth drowning out the noise. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good.", he presses out between two heavy breaths as he fucks me through my orgasm. He rolls his hips one more time, then he spills inside me, filling me up with his cum. He slumps down on top of me, still inside me, and the only sound is our intermingled heavy breaths. His weight on me is heavy, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

I find my voice again first. "That was... Fuck." I mean, that's almost an English sentence. I have an excuse though, I just got my brains fucked out in the most delicious way. "Fucking torture.", he says gruffly, finishing my sentence, and it's clear he's referring to when I had him strapped to the chair. I chuckle as my hands reach for him, desperate for his comfort and warmth. "So, a new torture method you say? Maybe I can get some of the targets to talk like this.", I joke breezily, taking a jab at him and his little jealousy spree today. He shoots me a glare that says 'don't start, missy'. "I don't think that is in accordance with the rules, Mü-" He wants to say my name, but I stop him, putting a finger over the mask where his mouth should be. "My name is Karina.", I tell him. He looks at me all confused for a moment. "Well, people who've had me on my back, get to call me on a first name basis.", I repeat to him back his words. That's all it takes to pull a hearty laughter from him and I can't help but grin like an idiot. "Very well, Karina.", he says then with a twinkle in his eyes. He rolls off me, giving my hip a little spank as he gets up, then me pulls me onto my still wobbly legs.

We both get dressed, which only involves putting on our pants again, because apparently, he goes commando and my panties are sitting snuggly in the pocket of his shorts. He pulls me with him by my arm and out of the gym. The door falls shut behind us.

I want to ask where we’re going, but as we reach the sleeping quarters I know. He’s taking me to my room. We’re stopping right at my door and for a few seconds there’s just silence between us. We don’t know what to say. How to say goodbye, after what we just did. He’s taking a step toward me enclosing me between him and the wall. He looks to the side, first left, then right and finally down at me again.

“I don’t want to stop this…”, he says at last. “We don’t have to.”, I tell him, simply. He looks to the side dismissively. I grab his face – again – to make him look at me. “We don’t have to stop. I don’t want to stop either.”, I repeat with emphasis. He closes his eyes for just a moment, sighing deeply, and when he opens them up again, I see emotions in them that I never saw before. “It’s not gonna get better, Mauserl.” My brows furl in confusion. “What is?”, I want to know. “The… jealousy, if you want to call it that.” He makes a dismissive wave with his hand. “Me looking at you, even when you don’t even know I’m there. My urge to look out for you, even when I very well know that you can do that yourself.”, he confesses. “That’s okay. ‘Cause I’ll be here to tell you it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”, I tell him calmly, ignoring the flutter in my stomach that erupts because of his words.

“And the fucking?”, he asks then, his voice rough as his hand cups the side of my face. “We can keep doing that as well.”, I answer, sounding a little bit too breathless while looking up at him. “Yeah? You sure about that?”, he says, his eyes searching mine for any hints of doubts. I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay then.” Easy. Simple. Existing right next to each other and fucking when we feel like it. The unsaid implications linger in the air around us.

He leans down and presses a small kiss to my forehead, just like he did after he “comforted” me, through the hood, so I only feel the fabric against my skin. “Sleep well, Liebes.”, he says, then he lets go of me and leaves. I look after him. He always leaves after we’re done. I shake my head, not able to hold back the little smile forming on my face. I stretch, already feeling sore from the physical exhaustion of getting fucked. Oh yes, I’m gonna sleep well, I think to myself as I enter my room.

Aksel sits down next to me at breakfast as I gulp down my porridge. He looks at König who is waiting for his breakfast, putting an apple on his tray not before tossing it in the air once and catching it again, all while cheerfully whistling. The Norwegian beside me pulls one eyebrow up and says: “Hva sa du til ham (What did you say to him)?” I laugh a little. “I told him that if he keeps being a pain in the ass like this, I might miss my next shot.”, I joke. Aksel joins my laughter. “I see. Keep your secrets then.” But I don’t miss the side eye he’s giving me. I feign innocence and keep eating my porridge.

[idkfitememate]

My boys Bennett and Razor need more love and I had an idea to give it to them.

Imagine Seelie!Reader meeting Bennett and Razor and is all like "I've met these two 5 seconds ago but if anything happens to them, I'm killing everyone in teyvat then myself". Then proceeds to lead them to a massive treasure location. And what makes Seelie!Reader different from other seelies is that instead of giving one treasure, they give multiple, leading them to more all across mond.

Just imagine Bennetts face to see all that treasure (🥺🥺 My baby boi).

Bonus: Seelie!Reader and Boar!Reader team up and Seelie!Reader only gives Venti common chests or nothing at all 🤣

(I've been reading your works since Boar!Reader pt. 1 and loved everything so far. Finally came out if my shell to send this. Don't have to expand on it if you don't want to, I just had the idea and needed to get it out. And if it's possible, can I be 👻 Seelie Anon? I just tend to... lurk... like a Seelie)

You can absolutely be 👻 Seelie anon! Welcome!

And AWE WHAT A CUTE IDEA!!! I love my babies sm-

I imagine you seeked them out first (is seeked a word??) because no way they were just gonna find you randomly-

You’re now officially apart of Benny’s Adventure Team I don’t make the rules sorry.

You are the opposite of Bennett’s bad luck. You know Nagito from Danganronpa? Yeah, Benny is the bad luck and you’re the good luck. Every time something shitty happened, you’re there to counteract it because GOD DAMNIT he deserves to be happy.

The entire guild is confused when Bennett suddenly starts finding all these amazing chests and historical artifacts they’re just like “???When???Did you get good???At adventuring???” But in a good way not a degrading way-

You float beside him everywhere. And if anyone says anything bad about your Benny? All they’re gonna get for the next few months are empty chests. Nothing more, not a single mora.

Now with Razor, you were probably leading Bennett to another chest and found him on the way and just kinda… took him. Like led him with Bennett to a pair of chests with a fuckton of mora in them.

Also meat. For some god forsaken reason Razor’s had meat in it. And potatoes.

Best friends for life.

Benny’s adventure team has three members, Bad Luck Child, That One Wolf Kid, and Glowy Lucky Seelie.

… You may or may not have led one of Razor and Bennett’s bully’s off a cliff into an undefeated cavern filled with Monsters and Ruin Guards… Not your fault though, he followed you, he got what he deserved :)

… Jean does suspect you of being tied to all these disappearances though, not cool Jean, not cool >:(

Just a silly little guy doing what they gotta to make sure their friends are happy, nothing more nothing less *Whistles suspiciously* ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

[heretherebedork]

Okay, Twins, you really didn't need this whole 'there's a secret spy on the team' drama at the very end. At all. This is unneeded and taking away from time needed for the actual drama that we care about in the damn show which is not this.

I don't care about Koh as the spy! He drugged Zee and his plot can be over!

What I care about is Zee and Sprite and their fucked up twin relationship and whatever's happening with First between them and the entire romance which is supposed to be central to this story, damnit.

But also, like, the twin relationship was interesting but now we've also pushed that to the side. Like... why am I supposed to care about this part when the stuff I have been caring about no longer matters?

Pacing is so hard and this show tripped on the first goalpost of pacing and then dragged their face across the ground for the rest of the series and now it's bad because they never got their footing or their priorities.

Like, sure, Sprite is deeply insecure and feels like Zee is always better than him and cannot handle his own feelings towards First without that fear that First loves Zee and not him... but why doesn't he understand that Zee taking his place half the time means that he can't have a relationship with First? Why is he so determined to keep this secret that is literally tearing their relationship apart?

And why is Zee being such an ass to First after Sprite admitted he loved him and Zee could at least pretend to be nice to anyone? But, also, why is Zee back to volleyball when he originally said he never even liked it and only played for his mom?

But mostly

Why is this lie about Zee and Sprite still floating ion the air unsolved and unrevealed and undisclosed?

It no longer makes any sense!

And it's entirely because they had to introduce this spy plot at the end and take up most of the time with it. If they hadn't done that, we would have the space for the boys to be talking and romancing but because we're focused on Koh The Spy now and have to balance that... we're not getting what we want from the show.

Sprite also looks like an idiot just in general because he never seems to take into account that Zee, you know, also exists.

Zee is an ass and Sprite is a dumbass and First deserves better overall.

And that's the hardest part of this being the penultimate episode of the series. The show is skipping all the important parts that we actually want and giving us this plot none of us wanted and then wants us to feel bad for Koh somehow? I don't care about Koh! I never have! I'm not going to start now! I don't give a shit about him! I don't need his redemption! No one does!!! NO ONE CARES.

I cared about Jack and Mike but their story went nowhere and I'm very disappointed in that for them. They had so much interesting conflict that could have been.

I want to love this show so much but the pacing really is just mocking us at this point.