#bro's eyes are WIDE at this revelation

[adarkenedforest]

Malleus: Why did you give me a pot

Yuu: well, I thought you could put trinkets inside it

Malleus:

Malleus: I can store treasures inside another treasure

[rafesgoldrings]

rafe x bimbo!reader

I LOVE BIMBO READER (speaking of, I might have a bimbo!reader x step bro!Rafe coming out soon👀)

He loved the way you were those tiny little skirts, tight crop tops that showed off your perky tits, nipples straining against the fabric just desperate to be freed, how those baby pink heels you always wore made your legs look so fucking sexy, but he also hates it. He hates it because all his friends and all the creepy guys at the club would stare right at you, watching your tits bounce with each preppy step you took as you walked over to him since you never wore a bra, licking their lips and grabbing at their pants to hide their obvious boners. You were none the wiser, wide smile on your face as you greeted Rafe and all his friends. They’d pull you into a hug that lasted a little too long for his liking, obviously holding you against them so they could feel your tits, hands moving too close to your ass before pulling away. And you’d just fucking giggle, that dumb look on your face, pouty and plump lips that sparkled from your gloss playing a big role in their perverted fantasies. Rafe hates it because he wants you to himself. And then you’d bend over, revealing the baby pink lace thong you had on that was tucked between your perfect ass, all the guys letting out whistles and hollers. Telling you that you were such a pretty thing, that they’d love to take you to their place for a ‘test ride’, and you’d revel in it, thinking they were just complimenting you. You’d do a little spin causing your skirt to fly up again, tits bouncing as your perky nipples displayed themselves proudly, the scent of your sweet perfume floating around in the breeze, and Rafe lost it. He’d grab you by your arm and throw you into his car, speeding home and telling you to go to his room. You didn’t understand why he was being so mean, did you do something wrong? When he walked inside, you were sitting on his bed, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed. “Why are you crying huh?” he’d coo, stroking the sides of your face with his hands. You’d tell him it was because he was mad at you, he’d tell you it’s because you need to be careful. That he’s the only one that watches out for you, that he’s the only one allowed to touch at or look at you the way they did. “Get on your knees, that pretty head of yours is too empty. Just too fucking dumb princess, suck my cock. Leave it shiny with your spit and lip gloss” and you’d of course do it, you’d made him upset and this was a way of making it up to him. You eagerly got on your knees, pulling your top down and letting your tits spill out when he told you to, pulling his pants and boxers down before taking his cock in your mouth. He groaned at the sight of your lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowed as you sucked him off, tits gently bouncing as you bobbed your head. You’d gag when he pushed your head all the way down on his cock, pulling away to breathe. Strings of spit attached to your lips from sucking him off fell onto your tits and down your chin, lips parted and eyes wide, glazed over with tears. “Look so pretty this way baby, such a dumb little cock slut” he’d tell you, pulling your hair and attaching you back on his cock. He’d fuck your face fast, drool coating his cock and your chin, your gags vibrating around him, until he came. His thick seed shooting in the back of your throat until his balls were empty, pulling out of your mouth and telling you to swallow. He’d praise you for being a good girl and tell you to lay on the bed, legs spread nice and wide for him. Your baby pink panties were soaked and he took no time before ripping them off. “Rafeeee, those were my favorite” you’d whine, he’d only lightly slap your cheek and tell you that you always say that and he’d buy you a better pair which always shut you up, you were so fucking easy sometimes. He’d slide his cock between your wet folds, lightly slapping your clit with the tip, before pushing himself all the way in your tight and dripping cunt, your pretty whimpers filling his ears causing his cock to twitch inside you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so tight, so pretty. Can’t wait to split you open and make you only my dumb little cock whore. Finally put your ditzy self to good use yeah?”

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie

[etheries1015]

Malleus X (Flirty and almost shameless) Reader - A...confession? Kind of?

warning: not really proof read, gender neutral reader

tw: None, maybe some second hand embarrassment BUAHA

"Prefect... I... I like you! I admire you, and I think you're so attractive and kind and you're always helping others-"

"I'm gonna stop you there. I'm flattered, I really am, and it takes a lot of courage to face your feelings like that. however I will let you know I am in fact in love with someone already, so I'm going to have to say no."

Malleus felt his heart drop into his stomach, he hadn't felt this way from such small words spoken by another person before. Before he knew it he found himself holding his breath, continuing to listen, hoping to hear you speak more in depth of this love you spoke fondly of. He continued to listen closely to the events transpiring before him, almost yearning for you to comfort his doubts.

"I-I see..." The other males voice said, cracking slightly, "well..I hope whoever they are...you're h-happy.." Another voice crack. He was defintently crying at this point. Foot steps scurried away from the dorm, as you let out a deep sigh and turned in the direction of the eavesdropper.

"Malleus, I can see your horns poking through the top of that pillar you 're attempting to hide behind. You're not very slick," you chuckled, to which Malleus revealed himself embarssingly from behind the pillar of the worn down building.

"...Apologies for eavesdropping, that's incredibly unbecoming of me. However, Who, might I ask, were you speaking about when you said you have someone else in your affections?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before looking up at him with a tilted head, a look of pure confusion before you said,

"Who else? Of course it's you, Tsunotaro."

Malleus could not hide the obvious shock at this revelation, green eyes wide and jaw slacked open as if he was trying to find the words to reply yet nothing was coming out for nothing felt right to say in this moment. You were so brazen to confess your affections were for the draconic prince of Briar Valley in such an uncouth and 'improper' way? Malleus almost laughed out loud at this.

You must have felt that something was off with your confession in the way Malleus reacted, and quickly tried to remedy yourself.

"Oh, but i'll make sure to show that my feelings are true! I just wanted you to know right away that nobody else has my sights, yeah?" You giggled nervously, "Okay, how about this, we pretend that absolutely none of this happened, and you meet me at ramshackle! I have a suprise for you!"

"...Shall I consider this an official invite?"

"Of course!" You smiled brightly, "I, (y/n), prefect of Ramshackle dorm hereby officially invite you, Malleus Draconia, to a date located tonight at 8PM in the Ramshackle garden. Got it?" The bell rang signifying it was time for classes to begin, you had walked away from the fae waving and calling out;

"Don't be late! Tonight, at 8PM! I'll be sad if you're not there!!"

Malleus watched as your lively figure skipped away, smiling to himself he couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"How shameless of them!" He snickered to himself, "I shall indeed look forward to how tonight's events unfold."

Although incredibly straight forward and unable to hide yourself, it was truly one of the biggest charms Malleus was attracted to. You always knew how to surprise him, and he was certain you would be the one for him, blunt or otherwise.

~~~

slowly but surely getting through my 20+ drafts...some are in here from over a year ago bro...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the King of the Underworld.

Praise be to the King of the Underworld, lonely at the top of his rotting domain.

Before he can save their souls, he must first save himself.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

This world is a one great big lie.

Idia recognizes it now, clenched in the gaping jaws of the Underworld. Phantoms squirm around him, moaning as their distended limbs claw at the air, seeking out the final shreds of hope in their hellish pit called home. They are prisoners, trapped in Tartarus, and he, a prisoner of his own mind.

He forces himself against the bars that keep him in and violently rattles them. The ceiling above--he's filled with a visceral need to smash it, cracking it wide open.

If he is a beast, then so be it.

He will let them--let himself--out.

A dark power courses through his bloodstream. It soars, sings, uplifting him in his sorrows. It is ignorant of the tears of ink that trail down his pale cheeks and drips onto his armor. Sapphire flames, tattered fabric, and midnight ink swirl around him in a hypnotizing vortex.

He knows this form, this dizzying, addictive strength.

Overblot.

He floats, untouchable, above the masses, and above his staggering opponent. A giant, hulking figure cloaked in a flowing black toga, fire wreathing the glass bottle of its head. It bleeds ink, this being that he has knocked down.

But it is still his inner demon, this Phantom.

It is still Ortho.

It is how he is in real life, and how he appears in his nightmares. A frail soul consumed by the shadows.

Idia throws his head back, letting out a stuttering, panting, mad laugh. He gasps, rasps, chokes, heaves for air. It hurts to breathe, to try and contain his cynical grin in the face of the circumstances.

It’s fake. None of it is real.

That memory…

"Shroud. It's good of you to join us for the Opening Ceremony. Here, take my hand. We can attend the event together."

And that memory…

"That was a fun match 🎵 We completely destroyed the opposing team. Let's go for another round, Gloomy Samurai!"

All of my memories are…!!

"I need to go--my dorm leader's calling--but I'll talk to you later, Nii-chan. Tell me all about your first day of third year, okay? That's a promise!"

His senses spiral, scrambling to make sense of the revelations. They come, one after another, rapid-fire and blinding. A blitz of truths, each a punch to the gut.

He never attended the ceremony, he was holed up in his bedroom. Crimson Muscle is abandoning all of his accounts. And Ortho is... Ortho is...!!

Ortho is dead.

He isn't coming back, ever.

You lost one brother and gained another.

The happy illusion at last cracks. Its pieces fall away, revealing the ugliness beneath the splintered fantasy.

That's right. I'm always being saved by my little brothers.... What a pathetic big brother I turned out to be.

How stupid. How stupid...! Wasn't I... Wasn't I supposed to be the one to save them?

He clenches his fists.

"... Sorry, Ortho. I can't stay." Idia lifts his head, staring intently at the ceiling's closed gates. "I have to go. People are waiting for me."

"Ahahah..." The Phantom shudders, a quiet chuckle reverberating from its glass bottle cranium. No eyes, no lips--but Idia can tell he must be smiling sadly. "That's my big bro."

"Are you going to try and stop me again?" Idia tenses, and his power pulsates at the tips of his fingers, waiting for the command to be given.

"No, I understand. Besides, there's no point! You already beat the Final Boss--I don't have a second form," Ortho replies cheerily. "You just shine way too brightly to be stuck down here and shunned."

"Shine?"

The word gives him pause. Idia has never thought of himself as someone that radiates light. He imagines Cater and Kalim and Rook, tries to place himself beside them.

Him, in his blot-stained armor and gloomy disposition.

He doesn't fit.

"Me?" Idia squeaks. "LMAO. Nice bait there, Ortho. I could never be a part of that world."

"Okay, maybe not that shiny." Ortho bobs his head. "But you get it now, right? This is a strength only you have. You can go and share that amazing strength with everyone."

His curse, a blessing.

His pitiful fortune, reversed.

One last tear slides down his face.

"... Yeah. Yeah, I do,” Idia whispers.

Magic pools before him, forming a single sphere of light that cuts through the depths of Tartarus. The Phantoms below vocalize louder and louder, as if in awe, in reverence, even as they balk away from the incredible shine.

"Game, set match. Gate to the Underworld."

At his incantation, a low groan rolls through the pit. Not from the monsters that inhabit it, but from the earth itself. There's a screech, a lurch, and then--

The gates above slowly pry open, letting light seep in.

"It's open. You can leave." Ortho rights himself, offering a large hand to Idia. "Here, hop on. I'll give you a boost!"

"Kk, thnx."

Idia boards--and the difference in scale between him and his "little" brother shocks him. Once, Ortho was two thirds of his height. Now Idia fits in his palm.

"Hang on tight! Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle, we're outta here!"

The Phantom rises. Higher, higher, higher... to that single spot of light, the thread of hope in hell.

Soon, Idia will be out.

And Ortho will be no more once again.

"... You know, I really liked this," Idia muttered, a hand on Ortho's thumb. "The dream. It was fun while it lasted."

"It was," Ortho agrees, "but dreams can't last forever, can they?"

"No," Idia replies curtly, resolution in his voice, "they can't."

As the word leaves his mouth, Ortho comes to a stop. They've arrived at the cusp, at the border between this place and beyond.

Idia's grip on Ortho's thumb tightens.

"... It's alright, Nii-chan," the Phantom says quietly. "The whole universe is waiting for you."

He fights back a sob.

"Ortho... Of course. Just leave it to your big bro."

“Shoot for glory among the stars and soar like a comet," Ortho recites, poking him in the chest. "Go and get'm--and make many new memories for me, 'kay?"

“Shoot for glory among the stars and soar like a comet," Idia repeats, letting go and leaping into the air.

He blasts off in a blaze of glory, like a hero in the comics and video games. Some gallant figure, off to save the his home, his people.

"Safe travels, Nii-chan!" Ortho's voice calls after him. It's strong at first, but grows weaker as the distance between them grows.

"Good-bye!

"Good-bye...!

"Good... bye..."

"Good-bye, Ortho."

And hello, world.

[cain-speaks]

🍭 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙃 🍭 || Macaque x Reader Oneshot

» sweet tooth (cavetown) « 0:45 ─〇───── 4:07

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader uses she/her and is a cat demon, so she has cat-like features/behaviors! ➤ Described the clothes but tried to keep it simple/vague so ppl could add more details if they'd like! ➤ BRO THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY. I kinda lost the plot a few times I think,, and I got super into the shadow story,, hope this is good!! Also sorry if I switched tenses at some point, it happens rip. Also also if the kiss scene is bad I'm so sorry, I'm awkward asf LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, a little bit of angst, referenced toxicity, and referenced murder. ➤ Word count: 3,494

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❝ A sweet tooth for you, I'm wide awake .❞

Your tail vibrates excitedly as the timer goes off, alerting you that the mango pudding is done chilling. Grinning widely, you almost run to your fridge, throwing open the door and crouching to pull the cool dessert out. You take a deep whiff as you wander back to the counter, shutting the fridge door with a bump of your hip. It smells heavily, and an experimental shake of the pan leads you to believe the sweet treat has successfully set.

You set down the mango pudding and turn to the dishes, rinsing them in the sink and leaving them in the basin to be thoroughly cleaned later. As you scratch a particularly stubborn splash of dried pudding from the whisk, you look over at your oven, squinting to read the numbers displayed.

5:47.

"Oh, cow-milk," you hiss under your breath, finishing up with the whisk and nearly tossing it into the basin.

I'm going to be late! you fret as you pull off your apron, throwing it upon the counter as you rush to your bedroom to pull on your outfit: a simple white turtleneck under a soft long-sleeve and high-waisted plaid pants, complemented with long socks and short, buckled heels. Once you finish with your outfit and additional accessories, you grab a basket on your way out of your room and quickly fill it with cutlery, cubed mangoes, sugar, and of course, the pudding.

You pause for a second, ears flicking about as you try to make sure you haven't forgotten anything. Your time is cut short as another alarm sings on your phone, titled Get The Fudge to Mac's!

You squeak, shoving your phone into your pocket and spinning on your heel as you race out of your home, narrowly keeping the basket from slapping against your side.

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You're fairly certain the only reason Macaque doesn't snap at you slamming the dojo doors is because he heard you coming.

He's curled up on his couch, a hefty book in his lap—probably about something medicinal or floral if you had to guess. Your eyes flicker to his face, scowling as you see his signature smirk, golden-brown eyes scanning your hunched-over figure in amusement.

"Look what the cat dragged in," purrs the demon.

"You—hah—think you're soooo funny," you grit out, shuffling to the couch with a glare.

"When have I ever been wrong?" Macaque asks.

The monkey slaps his tail across your face before you can recite the "a" portion of your alphabetized list.

"How come you're so late today?" he teases. "Normally you're here before I am."

You roll your eyes and give a half-hearted bite to the demon's tail, barely grazing the fur, but he pulls it away with a narrowed gaze anyway. You give him a dramatically sweet face, fluttering your lashes as you set your basket on the table.

You make a lazy gesture at it. "I made something for us."

"Oh?" Macaque asks, cocking an eyebrow. "How romantic, starlight."

For a split second, you consider letting your embarrassment at the implication get to you. But then you decide if Macaque wants to be a little evil, you may as well join him.

"Only the best for you, moonflower," you coo back, revelling in the way the black-furred monkey's face heats up around his spiked mask. You immediately laugh at his blush, far more elated at your ability to fluster the stoic demon than you think is normal, adoring the way his ears wiggle as though trying to hide his face.

"Laugh it up, kitty," he grumbles, reaching out for the basket.

You lunge forward and smack his hand before his claw tips so much as brush the handles. "Nu-uh! That's for after dinner, loser."

Macaque frowns and squints at you, shaking his hand and blowing on it in classic dramatic theater kid fashion. "What are you, five?"

"Out of five~!" You sing-song, scooping up the basket as you jump to your feet. "Now get cooking, Macaroni."

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When Macaque announces the food's almost done, you decide to raid his wardrobe for pajamas.

You zoom up the stairs before he can say a word, but to your surprise, he doesn't make so much as a sigh as your thundering footsteps fade into his room.

It's weird. Normally Macaque always whines about you snagging his clothes, complaining about the pastry stains or endless amounts of cat hair that ends up on them—which is a small price to pay when you're constantly making him yummy treats! But tonight he's oddly quiet.

Come to think of it... he's been acting off for a while.

You noticed it last month. Your time spent with the monkey had turned more physical—training, teaching you how to make certain foods, dancing, cuddling. And amongst his standard sarcasm and snark, he was complimenting you a lot more, too. You'd even started finding little trinkets around your house! So unless some other purple-coded weirdo was breaking into your house to leave you jewelry and pretty flowers, it had to be Macaque.

But on the other hand, Macaque seemed to be... distancing himself. A canceled plan here and there, an excuse to leave the room every now and then, a strange new sense of secrecy within the demon, as though he was guarding something from you. As if he was afraid of you coming too close all over again.

It was so confusing. If you allowed yourself to consider that the demon had fallen for you of all people, what were you supposed to make of his behavior? That he hated the idea of loving you so much that he was deciding between making a game of it or completely pushing you away?

The thought strikes you right in the chest, your bottom lip falling victim to your sharp teeth.

Just recently you'd come to terms with just how much you really like the monkey—how much you love the sound of his voice and the way he drags you into trouble and his devotedness to you as a friend. It'd been an earth-shattering realization, really, one that left you tossing and turning in bed and damn near ripping your fur out.

How could you be blamed? Macaque was hardened like stone in the aftermath of his past, resulting in a closed-off and apathetic creature, a lone wolf in spite of his nature. It'd taken so, so much time and patience to get to where you two were now, laughing and poking fun at each other in his dojo, his safespace.

The last thing you want is to lose everything because your silly heart loves tragedies.

"Starlight!" Macaque's sharp call comes from downstairs, making you jump. "The hell are you doing? I said dinner's done!"

"Ack—I'm coming, just a minute!"

You quickly throw on a loose shirt and shorts, struggling a bit with the hole for your tail before finally settling the limb and bounding out of the room. Immediately, an aroma of deliciousness hits your nose. You almost stumble down the stairs due to the distraction, righting yourself with an embarrassed flush (boy, are you glad Macaque didn't see that) and carefully making your way into the kitchen.

Your eyes widen at what you see. A large bowl of chǎofàn sits at the table, neighbored by a plate of tángcù lǐjǐ and another of xiǎolóngbāo. The scent is divine, and you would call the meal a gift from Buddha if it weren't for the smirking demon leaning against the counter.

"Like what you see?" he asks cockily, tail sweeping against the ground in a lazy sway.

"No way you just made all of this!" you exclaim, grinning.

"Maybe I'm just that good," replies the black-furred monkey with a wink, fetching two plates and some silverware out of various cupboards and drawers.

"Not that good," you snort, fetching your basket from the fridge. "Come on, what's the trick this time, moonflower?"

The demon falls strangely silent at your question. You raise an eyebrow at his back, waiting for a response. Finally, in an uncharacteristically small voice, Macaque says, "I've been preparing."

There's more to it. There's definitely more to it, but you won't push.

You set the basket down on the floor and take the plate held out to you, happily filling it up before moving to your seat. Macaque joins you on the opposite side, silent save for the short scraping sound of silverware against glass. The uncomfortable silence threatens to spoil your appetite, and you spend a few quiet minutes praying that the demon across from you will say something.

"Is it good?"

Thank Buddha, you think, immediately put at ease to hear his voice.

"Duh," you say, swallowing another forkful of delicious food. "Your cooking is some of the best I've ever had."

"Oh really?" Macaque leans forward on his elbows, hands laced under his chin, and you feel your face warm ever-so-slightly. "Then where do I rank, starlight?"

"Top ten at least," you tease, reaching for more chǎofàn. Macaque unlaces a hand to pick up the bowl and pass it to you.

"At least," he chuckles. "Well, eat up. I have a play to put on."

"A play?" You repeat, cheeks round with rice.

Macaque nods. "Yes." Quickly, he adds, "for you."

You very nearly make a quip about the romance of dinner and a show, but seeing his tail tense and thud against the floor makes you reconsider.

Instead, you smile. "I'll be there."

The monkey snorts. "Better be. If you stand me up for rice and chicken, I'll never make it again."

You fake an angry grumble. "Don't you have to go prepare, smart guy?"

He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Oh," he says, simply at first. Then his eyes widen. "Oh, yes! I have to—there are things I have to—I'm going now." Macaque cuts his rambling short and just barely avoids sprinting out of the kitchen like his tail is on fire.

"Don't—" you cringe at the sound of something falling, followed by a quiet yelp. "—hurt yourself on the way out..."

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You sit amongst soft blankets and pillows, tails curled around your knees as you wait for the play to start. The light of Macaque's lantern bathes the dojo in a violet hue, shadows dancing with the sway of the lantern as Macaque gets into position. The monkey's innate shadow powers and connection to the lantern make it easy to manipulate it and the dark for his purposes, so part of you is confused that Macaque settles himself so far away from you. You reason that maybe the demon's just feeling extra dramatic for this story.

Or maybe this is it, you think.

Even if you don't know what that means.

"Welcome viewer, to a shadow play the likes of which have never been seen."

You smile at the signature opening line, a soft purr rumbling in your throat as you listen closely, ears perked in Macaque's direction.

"Here we follow another tale about the tragic Warrior." Macaque's voice reverberates around you, and you watch as a simplified silhouette of hi—ahem, "the warrior" manifests from the shadows. "Though this story is unlike the others—for instead of our Warrior bearing yet another arduous chapter of life, perhaps he has found his happy end.

"Everyone knows the tale of how the Sun came to betray the Moon. But what very few have to come to learn is that it was the moon that brought on such a tragedy. You see, many centuries ago, the Moon could only see their dark side—blemished, indecipherable, and lacking in light. So often the moon thought of their dark side and wept, believing that if it was all they saw, it was all anyone could see. And then the Moon realized something. They were the Sun's only companion, their only friend, so surely, surely, the Sun would give their light to them.

"And at first, the Sun did everything they could to show the Moon just how bright they could be. The Sun taught the Moon everything they knew, and the Moon took that knowledge and taught it to others, becoming a beloved warrior. And when the Moon became the Warrior, they changed the Sun into a Hero—a well-shaped, perfect vessel of holiness and goodness.

"The Sun allowed for this because they loved the Warrior, so they locked themselves within the Hero. And while the Warrior loved the Hero very much, they were so blinded by the love of their light that they didn't see what they were doing to their beloved Sun.

"Years passed and the Warrior had taken almost every bit of sunlight. Only their heart and a small sliver remained, which the Sun branded on to the Hero's golden cudgel and hid beneath stone so the Warrior could not find it. This angered the Warrior, who still could not see what they'd done to the Sun, for they were so hidden within the Hero. He said, "my hero! Why do you hide your light from me? Is it not mine, too? Have I not helped you shine?"

"The Hero replied, "I hide nothing from you, my Warrior, certainly not our light. I simply have no more to give you."

"The Warrior was displeased, and this displeasure, coupled with the dimming Sun, poisoned their light until nothing remained but a thin halo around the two of them.

"This terrified the Warrior—to see that they were so close to becoming the Moon again, so close to being consumed by their dark side, that they demanded the Hero give them their heart. Only this time, the Hero refused.

""You are not a hero," spat the Warrior. "And you are no longer a warrior," whispered the Hero. The Warrior was so angry, so enraged, that they attempted to swallow the Sun itself. They peeled away the Hero's stone body to reveal the blazing heart beneath, fully intent to rob them of every last bit of light they had, even if it meant they'd never shine again.

"The Sun broke free of the Hero's perfect body, and, using the light on the golden cudgel, banished the Warrior to a place of no light. No stars. No song. Only darkness.

"A place where the Warrior and the Moon would blend in perfectly."

While you've never heard the story portrayed this way, you find it heartbreakingly easy to tell he's talking about his death and descent into Diyu. You fiddle with your hands, pressing on the paw pads as you stare, watching the Warrior turn into wisps as a glowing mass of shadows (the Sun?) forms into a tendril and strikes them.

It's almost too much to watch, your brain caught up in what preceded Macaque's death. Is this why he's been so nervous? It would make sense—the version of the tale makes him vulnerable to say the least, and it's oozing with painful, regretful honesty. Macaque may not be a liar, but the truth has never been easy for him.

The scene changes, shifting in a quick montage.

"For centuries, the Warrior rotted in their anger and sorrow. So angry were they that they allowed themselves to be hung from strings like a simple puppet, used as a weapon to harm undeserving victims."

Flashes of burned and otherwise destroyed villages wrap around the dojo, all with a chained Macaque hovering above, eyes burning. The last image you recognize as the Monkie Kid and his group. A shadowy tendril wraps around the kid's limbs, attached to him in a similar way to Macaque's chains. Your stomach twists.

"Even when the Warrior finally forgoed their wrath and reconciled with the Sun, they still could not find it in them to shine. They'd ruined the Moon many years ago, and now the Warrior was ruined, too.

"...or so they thought. One day, the Warrior came across a maiden. She was gentle and wild, comforting and unapologetic, unwavering and bold. She was a river, a storm, a mountain who stood unblinking before the weight of the Warrior's darkness.

"The Warrior thought they were doomed to break her, as they so often did to strong things. But then the Maiden produced a mooncake from her robes, split it in half, and said, "Would you share this treat with me, O' weary Warrior?""

A feminine silhouette appears before the Warrior, dressed in a flowing hanfu and flowers. Most interestingly, the Maiden has tufted ears and a long, fluffy tail just like—

Your face erupts in a shocked blush as understanding dawns on you. The first time you met Macaque, you'd been out selling mooncakes. It'd been a good day, and by the end you had a single treat left, which you fully intended to scarf down while watching the sun set. But then you'd seen Macaque, leaning against a bridge and watching the reflection of the sun in the river, and he just looked so sad, you thought a mooncake would add a little brightness to his face.

A pity cake it might have been, but you think it was one of the best pity cakes you've ever had.

"The Warrior took the Maiden's gift. Together, the two ate at their cakes until they were naught but crumbs and the sun had long set. Before they parted, the Maiden smiled at the Warrior.

"And the Warrior glowed.

"The Warrior glowed so bright that moonlight shown through the cracks in their skin, that stars came down to twinkle in their fur and they could hear the sweetest dreams whispering in their ears, and all they said was "Mooncake Maiden" over and over again, for the Warrior had finally found someone to glow for, not because of."

You almost bust out laughing, a mix of adoration, shock, and amusement bubbling in your chest. "Mooncake Maiden", huh? Maybe you should start a business.

"For weeks, the Warrior and the Maiden continued to meet. The Warrior continued to glow, feeling more and more like the great warrior they once were. They even began to think of themselves as the moon again, not as an imperfect surface, but as a new vast and complicated world, one they wanted to explore by the side of the Maiden. All they had to do was ask her."

The shadows merge into a single ball, gliding towards you and settling before you. The ball reforms, revealing Macaque kneeling in front of you, your hands held gently in his. But what really catches your eye is his glamor—or lack thereof. His six ears, the reason for his namesake, unfurl from his head like flower petals, glowing shades of blue, pink, and purple that illuminate both of your faces. His fangs elongate past his bottom lip and a white halo of fur surrounds his face, shimmering in the gentle light.

His eye, blind though it may be, is milky and spotted like the bright side of the moon and you can't help but think it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

"And now to discover how this story ends," he says softly.

"Macaque—" you begin, only to fall silent when he squeezes your hands.

"I know I'm not a hero," Macaque says. "I think I might always be a little evil—a trickster, a bit of a thief, a bully every now and then; a shadow of something good. But you make me feel... real. Like I can be something more, something people can love and adore without getting hurt, and I haven't felt that in a long, long time, starlight."

You blink, feeling something wet tease the corner of your eyes. Your heart thumps in your chest, tail unfurling from your knees and reaching out. Macaque meets it halfway and they curl around each other like ribbons.

"I love you," whispers the Six-Eared Macaque. Louder, he says it again, and you shiver when he says your name. "I love you, and if you'll have me, I'll be yours for eternity."

Your mouth feels dry, your body nearly numb with—what, shock? Excitement? Happiness? Exhaustion because you're feeling all the things? Probably.

But still, your heart swells at the confession and your hands slip from his to cradle his face and you say, "I love you too, Macaque."

Macaque grins, eyes shining wetly. His hands go to your cheeks, thumbs brushing under your eyes. His ears flap against your hands for a second, and then he whispers, "can I kiss you?"

Your heart nearly explodes. But you give nothing away as you utter a soft, "yes."

You're not quite sure what to expect when his lips meet yours. Fireworks, or maybe like a puzzle piece is shifting into place. You think you can safely say you feel neither, but you do feel both of your growing smiles, until you're pulling away to laugh and Macaque follows suit.

When your giggles die down, you pet the demon's ears again. "You wanna have dessert now?"

The black-furred monkey huffs, leaning into your touch. "In a minute," he murmurs, and then he's bringing you back to his lips.

❝ I like you—say it back .❞

[aarcanechaoss]

A little bit Golder

Masterlist

In an unexpected twist of events Patri stumbles upon Licht and Selene’s… nightly workout.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI - much more smut than I usually write

Notes: not canon to how I want the reveal to go but I wanted smut - also this is very long I’m sorry

He hadn’t meant to overhear the hushed voices coming from Licht’s room. No. He’d only gone to the kitchenette to grab some water before going back - not stood frozen outside his leader’s door where… noises were emitting from.

He couldn’t place the second voice yet, he hadn’t had the courage to press his ear to the door but with a quick glance across the hall to the wide-open door he has a guess.

He felt his face heat as Licht confirmed his suspicions with a deep groan.

“Selene.” He heard. A low growl following and what sounded like a bemused hum replied in kind.

“Yes Licht?” She asked, tone both innocent and… teasing?

Why was she in his room? Was she bothering him? Could neither sleep and decided to chat?

His mind was racing between the good’s and the bad’s which were quickly stifled by a noise that made him go red.

A moan? A whimper? What… his face heated as he decided the best course of action was to continue to his room across the way before his eyes caught something.

Oh for fucks sake… the door was cracked open and he just froze in place.

Clothes were clearly strewn across the floor, leading to the bench at the end of Licht’s bed. Patri’s eyes widened as he took in the bare backside of Selene Morte who was knelt between Licht’s thighs, head bobbing slowly as the former Elven’s king’s head was thrown back- bare chest heaving in pleasure. His hand was tangled in her black hair- the normally prominent white strands hidden from Patri’s view.

A moan rattled out of Licht, low, guttural and.. Patri gulped, readying himself to dash to another room- another universe if he could when golden eyes met with his.

Licht smirked as his plan fell in place. Selene had been struggling with figuring out how to tell Patri and William that they were her mates along with himself so he couldn’t help it when an opportunity presented itself to him.

After having pulled the dark-haired woman closer to the door he had cracked it open just barely and began softly murmuring his plans as his hands traversed the expanse of her. Her own hands had been doing the same, one slipping beneath his pants as he brought her towards the bench at the end of his bed at least satisfied that Patri had definitely stopped outside his door.

Now completely undressed the need and craving became intense as they waited.

And then she became impatient- fairly so because he wanted her just as bad and had zero complaints when she took his cock into her mouth and his fingers tangled in her hair. He threw his head back for a moment, revelling in the feeling of her mouth against him before he remembered the goal.

Have Patri be at least intrigued in this display- have him want to question the relationship… and maybe turn him on just a little. He wouldn’t blame the man of course Selene was divine to just look at let alone taste or fuck or be fucked by.

Gold eyes locked on gold and he couldn’t stop the smirk from etching on his face, didn’t bother to stop Selene’s ministrations as he watched Patri freeze in place.

He was staring between them, jaw slack and Licht decided it was worth is just to moan her name, make her arch her back as he pulled at her hair- those white strands falling over her cheeks- putting her fully on display for the male frozen by the door.

“We have a visitor.” Licht said finally, pulling Selene away from his cock with a hiss. “Maybe we should put on a show.”

He watched as Patri gulped- still very much frozen- unable to move.

Good. That’s how he’d been the first time too when the need first hit… granted he’d found the mating bond first so he had first claim- gods he couldn’t wait for her to mark him- mark all of them.

Selene’s eyes glimmered, no longer that pretty brown but a starlight silver. Licht tucked her hair over her ear- her Fae ear as she turned to look over her shoulder at the door.

“Perhaps he should come in then- I was wondering where the breeze came from.” She smiled- a carnal, needy, lust filled smile.

Oh the look on Patri’s face was delicious as a snap beat in their chests. Licht felt it- Selene most definitely felt it by the panting and darkening of her eyes and Patri… oh sweet Patri looked so terribly confused as he felt the tug of the bond that both Demi Fae and Elf king pulled on to bring him closer.

The door locked with a click as he finally stepped into the room.

“What? I don’t-” Patri stuttered, eyes locked on the delicate point of Selene’s ear, the sharpness of her features that were usually soft and sweet and those eyes… he’d only ever seen them this silver when she used her magic… his face flamed as she stood and took a step towards him. Slowly, like a predator… a very naked predator she made her way to him.

He soon found his back against the door and nowhere to run. He didn’t want to run… he felt pulled to her- to Licht? He blinked and those bark brown eyes were back, the softness in her face present again and those delicate points gone.

“What are…?”

“I’m a Demi Fae darling.” She said. Patri’s eyes darted over her shoulder to the very naked former Elven king splayed over the bench as he had been before- watching and waiting. “Hence being able to look human and fae.”

“Oh.” He said dumbly, trying his hardest to not look down as she pressed herself against him- a glimmer and she looked Fae once more.

He could feel her breasts against his chest, could feel the toned muscles the Golden Dawn’s uniform hid from view and… could very much feel the hands grabbing his as she pulled away, dragging him back towards Licht.

“What shall we do with darling Patri my love?” Selene asked as she pushed Patri to sit on the bench- and quickly taking her place on Licht’s lap… and very hard cock.

“I do still need you wholly Selene.” Licht growled, teeth nipping at her collarbone. “How will it be Patri? Join in or watch?”

Patri could feel the sweat slicking his hands, could feel his own cock stir at the way they said his name.

“When did this start?” He blurted out. “Why? Lady Tetia… I…”

“We will answer your questions later.” Licht said levelling a lust filled glare his way. “So you must answer mine first… because I am growing impatient and want to share less and less as the seconds tick by.”

“Share…” Patri breathed.

“Hmm yes. I’m willing to teach you a thing or two.” He smirked.

Licht was… different- he didn’t know this Licht and yet he supposed from what he and William had read (in case William needed to marry at any point in time… they had been made to study ways to please a future partner) sex and desire took the foothold of one’s mind when it was in display.

“Okay.” Patri breathed. “I um… join?”

Selene just smiled again. “Strip then darling… you must be terribly uncomfortable.”

Selene licked her lips as Patri stood before them stripping down to nothing. Gods she wanted to taste him so bad. Wanted Licht to fuck her while Patri’s cock was gagging her. She felt Licht’s hand press her legs apart, his fingers dragging across her clit and soaked cunt- not entering her like she wanted him too.

She couldn’t fucking wait for William to join in either if Patri’s cock was as impressive as Licht’s… to be fair it was a very similar body overall, so her Captain’s body may be too. She wondered if she grazed her teeth across Patri’s jaw he’d shiver the same way Licht did. Or if she traced the shell of his ear he’d moan ever so softly. Maybe it was different, maybe she could squeeze his thigh ever so close to his hardened length and have him whimpering at her like a bitch in heat.

Licht’s other hand grasped at her breast, causing her to moan and press her chest forwards- she wanted more, needed more. Gods when she could claim them… when she will claim them.

She moaned at the mere thought.

“Kneel.” Licht’s voice commanded the Elf- Patri followed suit… good the mating bond made him ever so needy- just as it had herself and Licht. “Look at her, she’s so wet and all for us.”

Licht bit down on her shoulder as his fingers finally entered, slowly- far too slowly- easing her open. He was enjoying the torture, enjoying every pant and moan shared in this very room of his.

She couldn’t blame him.

Not when Patri looked ever so adorable with a face red enough to rival her uniform’s cloak.

Selene kept her eyes on his, silver meeting gold as Licht’s fingers worked their magic, his thumb pressing into her clit with each thrust of his hand. Patri was practically drooling- both from his lips and his dick.

She wanted to taste him.

“Don’t be shy Patri come closer- taste her.” Licht’s voice was like warm honey as he commanded the poor male. The male with no experience as he crawled between their open thighs, her legs now hooked over Licht’s.

The former Elven king’s fingers dragged away, leaving her empty and wanting, the hand on her breast falling too as he opted to hold her thighs open- a heavenly burn aching in her legs at the feeling.

It was clear Patri didn’t know what to do as he shuffled closer, instead pressing a tentative kiss to her thigh- gods even that felt fantastic. The newly forming mating bond only accentuated the pleasure- even if he didn’t know it yet.

A tentative lick against her core brought her back to reality. The warm muscle was gentle and kind and far too teasing for her liking.

“More.” She urged, her hand moving to cup his face before moving into his hair. “Don’t be shy darling, feast.”

It was still tentative but it felt better as his tongue swirled around her clit, moving down until it began to thrust. She groaned as he began to suck and lick and thrust to his own rhythm- it was decent for a first timer but she couldn’t wait to teach him how to please her with his tongue properly.

Tangling her fingers in his hair she allowed her hips to roll slightly, letting Patri know he was doing so fucking good. Selene turned her head to the side, capturing Licht in a kiss as his hands tightened on her thighs.

“Good boy.” She said, moaning against Licht’s lips though her eyes still watched Patri and with the soft buzz she felt against her she concluded he liked being called that very much.

Patri’s hands moved up her legs, smoothing across her thighs until they reached Licht’s hands where they stayed, grounding him as he got lost in the pleasure- the sweet stinging of Selene pulling his hair being the only thing to drag him away- drag him upwards as she caught his lips in a kiss.

How she wanted to mark him right then and there as he whimpered against her mouth- but she wouldn’t, she will not mark them until all of them are ready. Selene was heir to her mother’s domain after-all and should she strip her mate’s chances of choice she would be no better than some wretched old beast.

“How did he do?” Licht asked, his thumb rubbing circles on her hip now.

“Good for a first timer.” Patri’s eyes widened, darkening slightly as Selene grazed her teeth along his jaw.

He shivered.

Good.

“What should I do now?” Patri breathed as she pulled him close, still kneeling so his face was pressed against her stomach.

Selene and Licht shared a glance over her shoulder. She tugged his head back with his hair as they came to a silent decision.

“Watch.” Licht commanded, strong arm wrapping around her waist as he moved her, Licht’s hardened length, hot and aching as it finally entered her. Patri’s cheek hit her knee as he stared, eyes wide as his former king bucked his hips upwards with a snap. She was filled to the hilt, head thrown backwards, a hand groping at her breast, while the other tugged again in Patri’s hair.

“Fuck… Licht.” She moaned out- core tightening in pleasure as she watched Patri’s hand drop from her thigh towards his crotch. “No touching yourself darling.”

“Impatient.” Licht teased. Hypocrites the both of them, making the poor male wait to be touched, to have their hands on him even as Licht fucked into Selene with just as much impatience.

Patri’s hand reached her thigh again, tucking under the leg, wrapping around until his fingers were digging into the soft flesh by his face- still pressed to the side of her knee. His other hand smoothed up and down her calf in some trance like motion.

Their touch was like glorious Hellfire in her veins.

Her hand, the one that had been groping her breast, moved to reach for the hand trailing her calf. Once he let her grasp it she raised it up, watching him carefully as she pressed it to her neglected breast.

“Now you’re impatient.” Licht huffed, thrusting upwards again and again, arm tightening around her wait.

“What can I-mmh-say I’m greedy.” She replied, pressing Patri’s hand tight against her breast. “And he has hand I can- hmm- put to good use.”

Patri stayed silent, watching them both- mind still that little bit jumbled and needy and she could tell- could scent just how badly he wanted them. Selene motioned for him to kneel again as she leant forwards, hands grasping Licht’s knees as he thrust upwards again and again. She caught Patri in another kiss- one he was much faster to reciprocate now, one hand still palming at her chest while the other tangled in her hair, tugging away some of her white strands from her face.

“Beautiful.” He murmured into the kiss. Whether he meant her or Licht or both of them she didn’t know but she was growing impatient and wanted his cock in her mouth.

As though he had read her mind Licht moved, grip on her tight as he dragged her towards the bed- Patri watching with wide eyes again. Her knees and palms pressed against the cotton sheets as Licht placed her down on the edge of the bed- her feet dangling over the side- leaving him unbothered as he rolled his hips against her once more.

“Move to the bed.” Licht growled to the still kneeling male. “On your knees facing Selene.”

Patri was quick to scamper towards them, taking no heed to how he nearly fell face first as he did.

Selene moaned again, licking her lips as he moved closer… and closer… and closer.

She wasted no time having a hand crawl up his thigh, wasted no time before her hand was wrapped around a very familiar looking cock. Hmm his body really was like Licht’s (her mind nearly wandered off towards her other mate somewhere in the base- if these two were impressive she couldn’t wait for him).

“Come closer Patri… need you.” She moaned as she rocked back against the much slower than usual pace Licht had set, though his hand trailed between her thighs quite happily to rub her clit.

He was tentative as he moved forward, cock smearing across her lips, her hand pumping at a slow pace - slower than the rolling of Licht’s hips.

She was impatient, needy and wanting- taking less than a second before he was in her mouth- hand still moving ever so slow. A hand flung to her hair and pulled and she moaned around him happily as he bucked forward.

Virgin babe that he is the bond would be making it all that more intense as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked along his length. He groaned above her, starlight silver eyes watching in glee as he threw his head back. Fuck he was hot.

A sharp smack on her ass had Selene rock back harder against Licht, the elf taking the time to finally pick up the pace.

“She’s good isn’t she? Knows just how to take us- don’t you baby?” She could feel Licht’s smirk from here.

She moaned happily as Patri’s fingers tightened in her hair as he shifted positions- raising a leg up so he could begin fucking into her face.

“Good boy.” She thought it and yet Licht said it aloud for her- the stutter in Patri’s hips ever so subtle ~ oh she was definitely calling him that more often now.

So much for the moody male she knew him to be if he trembled this much for them.

Deciding to surprise him she dropped her hand back to the bed as she allowed Licht’s thrusts to guide her back and forth, taking more and more of Patri into her mouth- his eyes rolling back said plenty. His pleasurable shudder said even more as he hunched forwards, releasing in Selene’s mouth.

He pulled back and she let him- she didn’t need him passing out on them for his first time now did they? (Granted yes she and Licht had gone at it like rabbits their first time together… and they had yet to stop).

Chest heaving Patri found himself sat on Licht’s bed watching as the man practically tossed Selene further onto the bed. He watched as she rolled on her back, hands tugging the former king towards her as they kissed - though their eyes always darted back to him. He gulped, he was tired, nearly exhausted but he wanted to watch… needed to watch?

Watch as Licht pulled her leg over his hip, as she arched her back with each thrust and movement that Licht performed. He had no words to describe what he was watching… what he was now a part of.

Selene looked gorgeous splayed out beneath Licht, black hair feathered out like a raven’s wings, those white tendrils that framed her face sticking to her skin, her breasts moving with each thrust and gods those thighs- strong and… well if he had never thought about them before he would have to admit to lying.

Licht was a specimen on his own- and even if Patri now bore a striking resemblance to the elf king he had never taken the time to… look? Granted William also preferred to ignore any form of mirror. He was strong, lean and making Patri question a few things.

With a start he looked down, Selene’s hand grasping his even though she was practically gone at this point, Licht too from the looks of it.

The speed, the strength… gods had they cum at all before he did? Because she certainly hadn’t when he was lapping at her cunt like a cat to cream.

Before he knew it Licht had slowed again, body dropping atop of Selene’s as they heaved- not even hiding the very sweet kiss they shared before he rolled over and caged her in his arms, her back to his chest and still holding Patri’s hand.

He didn’t even have the chance to pull away- to run off- something burning his cheeks, his ears before that hand holding his tight tugged hard until he was collapsed beside them, her leg draping over his to keep him in place.

“I should go.” Patri whispered.

“Why?” He shouldn’t have looked at her, that pout on her face irresistibly adorable and she was still very, very naked against him.

“I-.” He didn’t really need to go he supposed… but what was he to do?

“Tell him love.” Licht said against her shoulder.

“Tell me what?” He found himself worried- was he so terrible in his inexperience that they want him to erase him memories, will they threaten him to not tell anyone about this because-

“You’re thinking too loud darling.” Selene brought a hand to his jaw, tilting his face towards her. “Before I say what I need too you need to tell me something.”

He nodded.

“Why did you come in? You could have easily shut the door and left.”

He blinked. Why had he entered? Why had he joined them? Why had he… Demi fae? What was that thing fae did that made it hard to resist them?

“I felt a pull? Like I needed to come in… like I needed and wanted you.” Patri sad after a moment. “Is it a fae thing? One of those I was already attracted to you and was urged to act on some deep-seated desire for you?”

“You felt the tug towards me too though didn’t you?” Licht asked, with that smile that made him nearly forget how dominating and powerful he was a moment ago.

He did… oh gods he did… fae… something fae.

“Your mind is racing darling.” Selene smiled. “It is a fae thing yes- but not exactly what you think… you were attracted to me yes just as I am to Licht, to you and to William.”

“What does William have to do with this? Has he been dragged into whatever this is?”

The two still sweat shined fair folk giggled.

“No, you know before him…. Mate.”

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[tokkias]

we all know i love a good writers game but i've done the wip game so many times that it's genuinely become redundant so i've decided to make my own little game!

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

bro she's fucking cold Lucy Heartfilia and the cold were two things that were wholly and completely incompatible. A light breeze at the beginning of fall was enough to have her teeth chattering and she somehow lacked the ability to ever pick a seasonally appropriate outfit at the beginning of the day.

Cuffing Season The warm summer months bring with them a surge of job postings tacked upon the board at the guild, which always have everyone eager to get in on the Jewel rush before settling down as the temperature begins to drop with the change of seasons.

drunk lucy 2 The sunlight that streamed through the window would have been pleasant any other morning—Lucy would have revelled in the light and warmth it provided to her, relishing the feeling for just a moment or two longer than she needed as she snuggled up nice and cosy in her sheets before she woke up, refreshed and ready to take on a new day.

well i can't share the doc name bc thats a surprise so you just have to think one up yourself Somewhere in the drawers of her kitchen lay a scrapbook of all of the recipes Lucy had scrounged from recipe books and magazines over the years.

grocery shopping Natsu wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to get himself dragged into this. There were few things he hated more than grocery shopping—there were too many people, and sounds, and lights, and decisions, and food that he couldn’t eat until he got home.

hair time Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, Natsu dragged his hand through his hair as he made note of his appearance.

insecure natsu teehee Finishing up their job should have been a quick affair. Hand in the bad guys, get the reward money, head back home to Magnolia. Should, being the key word there.

kinktober 19 (this one isn't gonna get done for kinktober sorry lol) Lucy was a creature of routine. Thursdays were her self-care nights—something she made abundantly clear to anyone she thought might interrupt her alone time (Natsu and Happy).

kiss compliation Lucy still felt giddy every time they so much as brushed hands and Natsu never made any attempt to hide the wide grin and heart eyes he sent in her direction every time they were around.

NATSU HAS A BREEDING KINK!!!!! The dialogue and subsequent laugh track playing from the television went in one ear and out the other, little more than background noise as Natsu lazed around on the couch.

natsu is a perverttttt The sigh of relief that Lucy lets out as they step into her apartment is a familiar one—one that Natsu has heard a million times over at the end of the day, after a job well done.

shirt For as much as Lucy loves cute clothes and getting dressed up all nice and pretty, she also values being comfortable—something that some of her cuter clothes do not afford her.

something there that wasn't there before “Knowing not that this was indeed the legendary sword called Excalibur, Arthur tried to pull it from the stone. He tried once, to no avail. He tried a second time, but still he could not pull it out. Then, for the third time, Arthur drew forth the sword-”

Lucy paused her monologue, waiting for her partner to interrupt, as was written in the script, only to be met with silence. Upon looking over at Natsu, she found him lying on the bed lazily looking over the script in hand but clearly not paying any mind to his scene partner.

too many beds The soft tap of fingers against keys filled the quiet as the receptionist looked through the vacant rooms of the inn, Natsu and Lucy waiting patiently on the other side of the desk.

“And was that one bed or two?” The woman asked, looking up at the couple.

“One.” “Two.”

tagging: @bumblebeehug @nostromo13 @teleiapotami @katana-no-neko @grayseyebrowscar & anyone else who wants to do it! have no shame in stealing this from me even if i didn't tag you. i just wanted to start a silly little chain that people could have fun with

pls tag me if you do this! i wanna see what everyone's workin on :]

[nevereverthem]

Imagine Bonnie never left Kai in the prison world. Instead, she goes to stab him, but changes her mind. What should have happened after?

TVD Imagine :

Ok, maybe I'm a little weird, but when people send me questions I end up writing a short imagine instead of answering.... So, here we go....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bonnie and Kai in 1903, searching for the ascendant.

_ No. They didn't hide the ascendant in a random pile of leaves....

He ponders a second.

_ We're not here to find the ascendant, are we ?

He hears Bonnie chuckle slightly behind his back.

_ Despite being a sociopathic murderer, I've always known you were pretty clever.

Kai turns around, now facing her. She's just pulled a knife out of her coat, staring at him with what he knows are murderous eyes. He watches her carefully, up and down, saving the image in his memory. Then, he extends his arms, confident.

_ Do it.

Bonnie gives him an incredulous look.

_ You're not gonna defend yourself ? Make up excuses about becoming a better man ? Find the ascendant and leave on your own ?

Kai lowers his arms, exhaling loudly.

_ Look, I know you hate me for stabbing you and leaving you for dead in 1994. But I thought maybe saving you from killing yourself would have earned me some points on the good side.

The revelation takes her by suprise.

_ Wait. What do you mean 'saving' me ?

Her murderous expression has been replaced with blatant confusion.

_ What part don't you understand ? You think that garage door just opened by itself ?

Bonnie's wide-eyed.

_ How do you....

She's too stunned to finish her sentence. How does he know ?

There's silence for a moment. Kai doesn't talk for once, he's waiting for her to realise.... After a while, Bonnie huffs to herself, disbelieving.

_ You're telling me that you opened that door ?

_ Well, technically, Jeremy did. But I was the one doing the spell so he could push that switch.

Bonnie's completely baffled. Her friends hadn't mentioned any of it. But that's Kai telling the story. That could be another one of his manipulation.

_ Let's say I believe you. Explain it to me, what happened.

Kai claps his hands, enthusiastic.

_ Ok, story time. Feels like these YouTube videos.

He slightly grins, though when he notices the look on Bonnie's face his smile quickly fades.

_ Damon and Elsa told me...

_ Elena.

He frowns a second, then remembers.

_ Oh. So, Damon and...her, they told me it was your birthday. I felt bad, so I decided to help them, and Jeremy, send you a message. You were about to drink that bottle of bourbon, but I lost connection. It required too much magic to handle four people on my own. Then I tried to send only Jeremy back. That's when it got messy.

_ What do you mean ?

_ You see, when I merged with Luke and he died, Liv was really upset about it. She came to kill me while I was doing the spell. We got in a little bit of a fight. I couldn't get myself to kill her. I was almost there but something just....

_ Kai.

He looks at her. She wears that "get to the point" expression on her face. Kai pauses a second.

_ Right.... Anyway, fight ends. I'm bleeding, like crazy. Jeremy still wants me to send him back. I'm basically dying at that point, but I'm feeling generous so I send us back to you. He follows you to the garage. Of course I follow him. After your "I'm too strong to let myself die" speech, the guy manages some ghosty shit to push the door switch and bam ! Bonster lives !

She's basically speechless. Still unsure of the truthfulness of his words, but that tale seemed too genuine to be a lie.

_ I almost died on a kitchen floor. I had Damon's blood in my mouth !

Kai makes a disgusted face.

_ I mean thanks bro, but not again-

_ What did I say ?

_ Huh ?

Kai's stopped in his rambling.

_ If all you say is true. What did I say in that video ?

_ Which part ? The one about 'going weeks without speaking' ? Or when you talk about missing restaurants ?

Bonnie can't believe it. He's saying the truth. He did come for her. And he nearly died doing so. There's no denying it....

_ I get your point about restaurant. Food tastes different when you're not the one making it. Although I like to cook.... Am I digressing again ?

In her amazement, she manages to roll her eyes at him.

_ Anyway, I did help saving you.

He wants to come closer but the knife in her hand holds him back. She finally speaks again.

_ It doesn't change what you did to me.

Kai stares at the ground, defeated, before looking back at her.

_ I know, and I'm sorry for all of that. I said I've changed. I cannot erase what I've done in the past.

They both stay silent for a while until Bonnie lets out a breath she's been holding for god knows how long. She pulls the knife back in her pocket.

_ So, you're giving me another chance ?

_ No. All you get is a pass. I let you live. When we get back home, you get the hell out of my life. For good.

He doesn't answer.

_ We gotta find the ascendant.

Bonnie walk past him, heading to the true location of the object.

Kai just nods, following her. She's not forgiving him. She's not giving him a chance. But she's changed her mind about ending his life. It means there's hope. That's the reason a smile grows on his face while he walks on the snow, following in her steps....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thoughts ? 🩷💀

So.... Maybe I should try to answer for real.

After that "I give you a pass" moment, I guess we get to the Salvatore mummy.

When they're all back home, Bonnie explains to Damon why she didn't ditch Kai there. Damon doesn't really care. He got what he wanted out of it anyway.

Kai sort of leaves them after, while still being close enough, his Bonnie obsession still in mind. He doesn't go to Portland. Not now. He can go on his conven slaughter plan later. I see him just enjoy little things. Going to the movies pretty much every day. Catching up on 2000's music he's missed.

On the other side, Lillian manages to get her bunch of Heretics back. I don't know how, don't ask, just accept it happens.

Then, I suspect it all goes wild as it did in season 7. Except they realise they could use some help (aka Kai). They can't admit it. Don't search for him. But I absolutely picture Kai showing up on his own at a doorstep one day with a proper "Miss me ?". He's aware of the shit that's been happening and decided to 'help'. Obviously it's not free. He wants another chance from Bonnie or whatever.

Anyway, he somehow becomes part of the gang. Like a guy you don't want around but know he's useful so you bear with his presence. Bonnie is absolutely not pleased by that but acknowledges his usefulness and later efforts in helping them.

Then the Heretics stuff, the Armory, Rayna Cruz....

Bonkai happens ? (And not Bonenzo, sad but we make a choice here). I don't know how but Kai must really get on her good side. Since she truly got traumatised by what happened in the prison world. Some important event has to occur for her to properly 'forgive' him. Saving people she loves. Saving her again. Just, sassy sociopath who merged with empathetic and loving Luke, now doing good ? And just Bonnie and Kai's magic working together with an upper connection would be Oh My GOD !!

Jo lives so does her twins. And Caroline has another story than being pregnant with another woman's magical babies. Alaric is happy with his wife and children. And maybe this will prevent him from doing some fucked up shit in Legacies (I didn't watch it but I've read some stuff).

Gemini coven ? They can't kill Kai otherwise they will all die themselves. There's a sort of truce ? You don't hurt us, we don't hurt you ? And hum, even Kai doesn't technically want Jo or Liv dead anymore, nor does the Luke part in him. Kai abandoned his desire to murder them all ?

Meaning we still got Liv and Tyler. I want them to be happy together. Liv is free from the merge. Tyler did not have to trigger the malediction by suffocating his girlfriend. They get the hell out of town and have a life of their own.

Maybe there'll be a little story line about ending the Gemini coven thing. They'll try to break the merge tradition shit in some sort of way. If Kai ever happens to have children he would never want them to go through what he did.

Btw, I want to see Kai with his siphon niece. He would be so good !

....

I don't know if it's a proper answer, but that's mine. So bear with it. 🙃😅

Also, spent all night writing this instead of sleeping.... It's 6:40 now....

Hey ! Anonymous person ! I hope it was alright, you enjoyed the short story and the answer I gave. 🤞💜

✨💀🙄❤️🙄💀✨

[deathon1leg]

here’s an excerpt from ch. 2 of my byler fic boys don’t cry, which you can read here!

Nancy steps in. “Guys, she’s right! What’s Will’s favorite song?”

There’s silence.

“COME ON! What’s his favorite fucking song?” Nancy’s trying not to yell but it’s difficult.

“What the fuck is that gonna do for us?” Hopper asks incredulously.

“I thought this was over, I thought we were done with all of this,” Robin’s voice trembles, speaking almost monotone without inflection as she flaps her hands around nervously. “Nance, I—I thought…”

“It—it um, he needs to hear his favorite song or else he—he won’t make it out,” Steve answers Hopper.

Mike’s in his own little world, mostly oblivious to what’s going on around him, his vision blurry and bouncing up and down from the distortion of his tears. He steps closer and puts a shaky hand over Will’s but he gets no reaction.

“Will…” He says only loud enough for himself to hear—and maybe Will, if he could right now.

“I don’t know his favorite song anymore,” Joyce sounds heartbroken for more reasons than one.

“Do none of you know his favorite song? Nobody?” Steve looks around, he’s in his take-charge-and-fix-the-situation mode, his eyes wide open and searching. He turns his gaze where Dustin and Lucas are trying not to freak out and they shake their heads sorrily. He looks at Max, who shakes her head, then at El, who sheds a tear as she does the same.

Lastly, Steve looks at him. “...Mike?”

Mike feels like he can’t get enough air in to breathe properly. He turns his head back and forth minutely with a small, heartwrenching, “No.”

For some reason Steve looks more surprised and disappointed at his answer than anyone else’s, probably because he was their last hope.

Or maybe because he’d expected more from him.

“What did you mean by ‘He won’t make it out’, Harrington?” Hopper says slowly and carefully.

“Nance? I—I…” Robin’s running her hands through her hair and repeatedly tucking it behind her ears even when it’s already there. Nancy goes over to her then puts her hands on Robin’s shoulders to run them down her arms steadily while she says something quietly.

“How’s it hangin’ dudes?” Argyle appears from god-knows-where, presumably the back of the pizza van based on how red and glossy his eyes are. “Woah, what’s goin’ on with little Byers?”

“Harrington,” Hopper repeats sternly.

“It means he’ll die, okay?” Steve shouts with frustration while running his hands over his face.

“Woah, woah, who’s gonna die? I’m not burying another body, bros.” Argyle laughs in a very high way.

“Another body?” Someone says, but Mike’s not paying enough attention to know who.

“He’s not gonna fucking die,” Hopper says, either in denial or determination to save him.

Jonathan suddenly waves his arms out, looking like he just had a life-changing revelation. “Boys Don’t Cry!”

“Jonathan, what?” Joyce asks desperately.

“The song! Fuck!” He runs away so quickly he stumbles over his own feet a bit, kicking up sand that dissolves into puffs of dust as he goes.

i’m so happy that so many of you are enjoying it so far!! ch. 3 should be out pretty soon <3 once again you can read it here if you’d like to check it out :) ty!!

[misswoozi]

The scene is a highrise penthouse, dark and empty. The door opens and Rosé stumbles inside, legs shaking and short of breath as she looks over to Jennie, still standing in the doorway. The door closes and Jennie has her hands back on Rosé, faster, rougher, and full of desire. They're both desperate, Jennie for the warmth of Rosé's blood and lust, and Rosé for the bliss of surrendering her body to Jennie. No words are exchanged, but they aren't needed; the touches, kisses and and eye contact says everything that needs to be said.

The sound of ripping fills the air as Jennie tears the clothes from their bodies, and she can tell it does wonders for Rosé arousal. Suddenly Rosé is in the air, arms and legs wrapped around Jennie as she's carried to the bedroom. All the while, Jennie mouths at Rosé's breasts, licking, kissing, and sucking as much of Rosé as she can reach. The temptation to make her bleed in that moment is strong; it would be so easy and so wonderful. Jennie refrains, her thirst would be quenched but her lust would be left unsatisfied. A few more moments and she'll be able to have both.

They reach the bed, as Rosé is promptly thrown onto it. Her legs are spread wide and she is met with the sight of Jennie, with hungry eyes locked onto her own, extending her tongue to take a long, slow lick up her thigh and ending at the clit; it's almost enough to send her into orgasm. The feeling of Rosé squirming on in her hands and on her tongue leaves Jennie in a haze, it's been so long since she's felt this feeling. She acts before she can think, driving her tongue as deep into Rosé as she can reach, reveling in the sweet taste filling her mouth. It stirs a burning desire in Jennie's chest and between her legs; she needs more.

In an instant Jennie is on top of Rosé, freely moaning into each other's mouths as their breasts and sexes are ground together. It's all so overwhelming for Rosé, her sensitive nipples rubbing against Jennie's, the stimulation on her clit as Jennie's wetness adds to her own, the feeling of Jennie's tongue in her mouth that still tastes like her and the tense grip Jennie has on her rear during all of it. It brings her to the edge, and Jennie fares no better. It's the closest she's been to satisfaction in decades, all she needs to fulfill her desires is to feed. She breaks the kiss, with more regret than she cared to admit. And moves her mouth down to Rosé's neck. A swift bite, and warm, delicious blood coats Jennie's tongue. It sends them both into orgasm, feeling everything they've ever wanted and still desperately chasing more until they cant anymore.

The two collapse, painfully sensitive but refusing to separate. Rosé is first to move, lightly grabbing Jennie's head and gently moving it to the other side of her neck. She offers herself to Jennie, whenever and however the immortal desires. Jennie sinks her teeth into the girl without hesitation, gentler and more passionately this time; she'll never go unsatisfied again. 🎮

BRO. OP. MY FRIEND. YOU KILLED IT ONCE AGAIN. A way better love story than Twilight 🥲

Congratulations, OP. You've made Jennie/Rosé my new go-to vampire/human ship AND I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED ONE OF THOSE 👏👏👏

[slightlylessdarkknights]

[[don’t worry bro i got this]]

transcription time

the fight between @theowlsclaws and @slightlylessdarkknights, with some special guests appearing at the end.

There was a moment of silence as he got parried. "An even bigger selfish prick." The was mirth in his voice as he went low going for Nightwing's torso. Taking the chance he lunged and tackled Nightwing and using the force to himself himself away from the wall he was backed into. He let out a bit of a grunt before jumping back to retrieve his discarded sword that had just been knocked from his hand.

"I can live with that though. I can live with being a prick. I don't care who I remind you of, or why. If I hit you hard enough, cut you down a little, break a few bones. You'll hurt too, even if it's just your pride." He crouched again and lunged at aiming to stab the other, he had avoided doing any puncturing wounds, purposely for the most part avoiding letting his knives hit square and proper. He was irritated, he had thought about roughing up the other just to fuck with him, now he just wanted to ruin him, let him return home to his loved ones a bit broken, he felt would only be a fraction of what he felt.

"Consider yourself lucky that you're not on my hitlist. Shitlist though? Absolutely" Nightwing of coursed avoided the pointed of the blade as it embedded itself into concrete, it cracking under the sheer force of the attack, he had that over his counterpart too, he had more raw strength, Owlman had valued dexterity and strength over agility, not that Talon lacked in that area, but he was relearning his roots as one would say. 

It's what also irritated him about Nightwing, About Dick Grayson, he was free, as a bird, he could spread his wings and leave. Talons wings had been clipped, he had taken off anyway and he had fallen hard. He would love to clip this birds wings, he'd love to see him fall. He'd love to see all of them fall. Just like him.

~~~~

"fuck--" Nightwing swore as the concrete soaked up the impact. He was never the heavy hitter. that was never Batman's way of doing things - Unfair to littler opponents and useless against bigger ones - but now he had to focus on this opponent. him, but not him, and on the shitlist. On the shitlist, but having done nothing but exist, ergo his existence is itself the issue.

You'll hurt too.

Why? What do we know? The man who raised this guy, notBruce, he was not a hero. was he not a good guy, out of the cowl, as well?

"Why? I know what's public knowledge, what's documented, but I didn't have time to get into any personal files." he brought his fists up, preparing a defense, his eyes darting to where his escrima sticks had been thrown.

~~~~

“Insane nihilist who didn't value an ounce of human life. Was he a good guy out of the cowl? OF COURSE HE WASN'T" This came out of him as a growl, sounding a bit distorted and strained, as if Talon had never accepted this revelation, and more angered that one would even assume Owlman was anything but horrible.

The blade ripped up some of the concrete as he swung it Nightwing again, pebbles and small debris getting flung out at him from the wide arch. A mere distraction as he used his free hand to throw more blades at the other. "The man was a heartless psychopath. Narcissim at it's finest, why would he care for the ward he was raising? He tried to take out all life. I was apart of all of that." He was seething, his voice changer occasionally kicking in, as it clung on to dear life, distorting Talon's voice. 

He attempted to close the distance again, and brought his blade to a wide sweep at Nightwing's chest. The air whistlingly loudly as it grazed the others chest. Talon moving closer again to get another swing on him.

~~~~

shit shit shit FUCK his dodging ended with bending his knees hard and going horizontal under the sword. 

"Maybe I should've stuck to that previous line of thought!" he gasped as he went down, though it was more to himself. he planted his hands and brought his foot up, arcing his ankle over Talon's wrist and bringing his other foot up underneath to brace - trying to twist the sword out of his hand and recover stance at the same time.

 "You didn't choose to be Robin...he made you. cherry picked you and pruned you until you were the shape he liked. and if you put out a bud he didn't approve of... you were punished for it." he twisted.

~~~~

The sword was effectively twisted from his hand, also making Talon stumble from the movements. He had underestimated the others resourcefulness. He grunted as his arm popped slightly and he yanked himself back opting to abandon his blade for the moment. He could get it later.

"He didn't even call me by my name! He was obsessed with someone long dead. Boy, Bruce, child, Talon. Never Dick." He was angry furious and he was hurt, his jealousy was burning. Despite Jester's best efforts to undo what Owlman did, there was only so much Jester could do though. "I can't even figure out WHO I am and your stupid self gets to go around smiling." He was just gritting his teeth and yelling as he recovered his stance and went for a swing. A punch, a flurry of unarmed attacks, sometimes grabbing one of his many knives and using it to slash at the other.

The more Nightwing tried to talk to Talon the angrier the other seemed to get. Talon seemed to using all the rage and hate his body could muster, the man who he wanted to blame was long dead. He had no one else to yell at but himself and so yell at himself he did.

"Owlman takes and takes and he ruins. He ruins everything he touches and he does it with pride. I am just his sick creation that lasted longer than the others. Because I looked like him the most." It was clear Talon wasn't saying he looked like Owlman the most.

~~~~

Dick kept dodging.

stop trying to make this about you, stop trying to connect. he doesn't want it, its pissing him off. 

and yet.

and yet.

"If you've researched me that well, you know that I had to relearn how to smile multiple times. You've probably seen me as Red X, as Slade's apprentice." he sees an opening and grabs Talon's wrists, trying to pin him.

"many times, I thought I was... like you. Batman wasn't great at communicating, and he had to learn, but I'm lucky that he wanted to learn. I realize that. I am very lucky. I'm lucky he even let me be Robin in the first place, that he let me work my own case, so on and so forth." 

once he gets Talon's hands pinned, his legs brace against Talon's so he can't move them either. 

"But now you're not focusing on me. If you're going to fight me, then fight me, Richard."

~~~~

Talon let out a grunt when he got pinned. Talon thrashed against the holds. Wiggling his legs to get the other man off him.

Richard

What a name to set someone off. It didn't feel like it belonged to him, and it felt even worse when having to a hear voice similar to his own say it.

He grew still and silent for a second.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

He moved his head as far back as he could before headbutting Nightwing in the face with his mask as hard as he could. The mask loose from the earlier hit to it that broke his voice changer, it came off after he leaned his head back a second time to headbutt Nightwing a second time. 

The first one was enough to losen the grips. the second one was to get Nightwing off of him. He pulled himself away and then tackled Nightwing. He trapped him under him and aimed a punch at the others face. Not caring if it connected to his face or the pavement.

~~~~

hold on, you gotta- fuck.

and now Nightwing's on the ground getting his face turned into ground chuck.

mother fuck and all her fucklings this guy hits like a mac truck. is this an out of body experience? did he punch you clean out of your body you dumb piece of shit? 

sure feels like it. 

not quite as hard as a punch from Vic, of course, but definitely one of Gar's heavier forms. Gorilla maybe?

or Jason. yeah. Jason would be this level of punch, just about. but we're getting off topic here, aren't we? you're going to lose consciousness if you don't focus.

that's your nose busted, maybe not broken maybe yes but definitely bloodied. shit. you forgot your day job as a fucking model you idiot.

focus.

you have to get him off you. he's wailing the fuck out of your face but can you get out a gut jab? you have to try. he's going to kill you, Grayson, you've royally pissed him off now. move.

wrap your hand around that last wingding and punch into his lower ribs with all you have.

thud.

~~~~

His punches were blind and filled with rage. Talon wasn't thinking and his nerves felt as if they were on fire. He hasn't felt this much anger in a long time. The last time he was this angry it was at Jester. He wanted to kill him then and he wanted to kill Nightwing now. 

Thud. 

There was a bit of a grunt from Talon but it got him to stop punching. Talon stood up and reeled back, the punch from the wingding seemingly knocking the sudden onslaught of rage of him.

The wingding seemingly hit right under his armor, where there was a space enough to hit the soft skin tight suit under it and the skin. Talon fell off Nightwing onto his own ass. 

"Fuck."

~~~~

"Uncle. fuckin' uncle. I call....uncle." Nightwing burbled as he rolled himself over. resisted the urge to spit blood on the pavement. 

"gghh... if... you try'n get up... it's gonna be a flash bang right between your eyes. I am done with this, get fucked."

he let his face fall into his crossed arm and he caught his breath. one...maybe two ribs cracked. he's gonna catch it from Alfred, Bruce, or both. please don't be both.

a bit more energy recovered, used to bring his other hand to his ear and mutter very, very softly.

"message to GR - come get me. send." he then feels the back of his head and neck for damage, cursing in a few languages.

~~~~

Talon stood up and huffed a bit. He stood over Nightwing and sit next to the others head before giving him a rough nudge of the foot.

 He grabbed his mask and his sword before using his watch to get himself out of this universe. He wasn't going to stick around. He'd come back to fight again.

~~~

Robbie's phone light up and a little song played. "Blindmaker by Fil Bo Riva."

"Oh Dickie's messagin me..." He glanced as his text and raised an eyebrow. Though his gut sunk. "Oh Fuck."

"Mado keep an Eye on Gabe and Tito. I'll be back," Robbie beelined to his garage and got into his car. The kids saw a bright orange flash from the garage and the house heat up for a second before it was all gone.

Robbie was there and quickly called the Wayne's to let them know he was dropping by and needed medical attention for Nightwing. He hoisted Dick into his car, slightly apologizing for the heat as he speed to Wayne Manor leaving a blazing trail of fire on his way there.

~~~~

"sorry, babe... i'll try n' not bleed on the seats." he coughed, trying to find a way to be comfortable in the seat. He groaned as he heard Alfred on the phone. it was probably going to be both Alfred and Bruce after all.

~~~~

"I'm more worried about you bleedin out and dyin' babe. Who the fuck was that? They did a number on ya." He reached over and help Dick adjust, letting the car drive itself for a moment, since he was in rider form. Robbie's voice warbled a bit but filled with worry. 

"I mean there's a bunch of motherfuckers who's got a bone to pick with you, but like your face" It looked bad, not unkissable of course, but he'd need a week or so to recover from the number the guy did on his face, and also his body had several cuts and stab wounds. "None of 'em look lethal... thank god." 

When they got closer to the manor the car and Robbie changed back to normal, the heat subsiding he was thankful Dick told him how to get into the batcave and made his way into it. As expected Bruce and Alfred was there always waiting. 

Bruce already shooting questions at Robbie as he was pulling Dick out of the car.

~~~~

“he doesn't know anything, i called him when it was all over, he's just as in the dark as you are." Nightwing grunted as he got himself to the gurney as best he could.

"I didn't want to tell it twice..." as he got patched up, he recounted all. the tale, and the supplementary information, carried them through getting patched up all the way to the recovery bed.

"...and then as I lay there getting the tar beat out of me I finally remembered that I was supposed to have work in the morning. heh."

~~~~

"Glad to see your priorities are as straight as you are..." Robbie remarked. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Dick. He hoped this wasn't a trend that was going to come about. He looked stressed. He didn't know what to say. A version of his son, picked a fight with his son. Bruce looked distraught to say the least.

"This is upsetting." Bruce ran his hand through his hair as he got Dick to the medbay of the batcave and helped patch him up.

Robbie helped of course easing some of the pain his partner might have felt with keeping some warm hands on his face as Dick was fretted over. "I think it's a good idea for you to take a few days off work babe. Well probably aint got much of a choice, your face has seen better days." Honestly he was surprised Dick didn't end up with more face injuries than he did. Maybe this was making up for those years.

[bluskye]

@endlessreruns

it had taken a little time for blu to piece together who the carpenter was so he could discuss his ingenious plan – okay, clarification – he first had some recreational fun. which easily diverted into a lengthy ADHD downward spiral of hyper focusing on his various hobbies for undetermined amounts of time. needless to say, the venture started mid morning and it was far later than he ever intended it to be when he tried to talk to lincoln, the carpenter man he'd been informed of.

then again – all areas pointed to this being exactly what blu needed. it was dark out AND no one was leaving because of the creepy crawlies that resided outside.

"oh! hey, uh! bro! dude, uh... lincoln! i was totally sent this way this morning because i have the MOST radical idea that i think you can help me with. but i kind of took a bit of a detour with my recreational goods, if you know what i mean," letting out a laugh, blu sends a hand through curls, but i finally made it, bro!" another laugh, "so i was thinking, we need a snack cart. y'know like some automated little dude that could go around the house to bring snacks to everyone... maybe like... with a remote control or something!" eyes blow wide at the revelation – excitement sparked through him at the thought for that matter.

blu wasn't lazy by any means, but there was something relatively appealing about being able to deliver snacks to yourself via remote control.

"oo! OO! and maybe we could like – have a robot that selects our snacks and loads up the delivery vehicle, y'know?!"

[tender-hearted-cousin]

So I made this blog because I saw a great production of Richard II. It was a condensed version of the play with a limited cast, so they combined characters. I hadn’t read/seen the play, but knew the basic structure and themes.

Bro, when I tell you I LOST it when Aumerle started talking about losing Richard and barren wombs. Like, my eyes got wide and I leaned forward in my seat. And THEN the tender hearted cousin scene? And then the goodbye before Richard’s taken to London? And then Aumerle’s willingness to betray his father in the treason plot? And Aumerle regaining favor by executing Richard?

Must be noted that it was a super small pit stage with one spotlight to show Richard’s cell. Aumerle crosses the light, enters the cell, and stabs Richard. Then they just. Hold each other, and sway, and Richard kisses a sobbing Aumerle’s forehead. Then the scene ends. Richard dies. Bolingbroke is crowned. Aumerle’s betrayal is complete.

Bruh it ended up being framed as a Christ narrative which just. Drives me insane. Like, Richard makes himself into a Christ figure throughout to play to assert authority. Man REVELS in the role. But then, Aumerle is cast as Judas. Richard condemns both of them. Idk I love that. The director did an excellent job, and the actors had great chemistry.

Small, inconsequential note: Aumerle was cast as a non-binary actor and Richard was played by a woman. Made the combination of Aumerle, the Queen, and Essex into one character really interesting.

[ashlingnarcos]

the late-summer @drabbles-mc​ fic comment extravaganza! 

did I read them all at exactly the same time? no, but all the comments are in one post because I got behind on the comment-writing and then I thought, ooh, it’d be fun to have a Superlatives section at the end, but I can't do that if I AO3-comment, so we’re tumblring now.

7 Tay fics?

MCU what? Star Wars who? The Diegoverse is the only thing I care about

I’m not even joking, cause I will watch one (1) MCU movie in theaters if it’s Kevin Feige’s luckiest year, but I will read all the Diego fics and if frantic fanfic counts, I will write them.

Pressing Matters - A necessary reread. The way Carillo quietly stews in this makes me chuckle. You really enjoy inflicting a wide variety of Suffering on him, from the deepest to the lightest, and it's fun to see you play like a cat with a mouse 😂

Know Better - Diegofic II.

The way Carrillo's like OPENLY antagonistic towards Diego my eyes are huuuuuuuge watching it all unfold. This is so unprofessional lmao he must really like her (not that jealousy is the only sign of liking someone, blah blah blah, you can be healthily in love, but like, bro, when has Carrillo ever been healthy about anything in his life? It's all extremes.)

CARINA! LET'S GO!

"noticed the sappy little grin on his face as he looked at Carina" I knew my boy was a romantic I just felt it in my bonesssssss.

"He smiled softly, which you knew probably never happened while he was at the academy." Okay, Horacio can live. We'll let him live. We'll grant him a lil reprieve.

Reader is a little naïve, I think, to think that a double date could ever be a good idea...who wants to go on a double date with their boss, especially when it's Carrillo? Inned sane. She just loves everyone too much to see it

“I see the way he looks at you. The way…the way you look at him. You talk with him so easily and you laugh and you—” see this is why it's so good...because he's not unaware of his own shortcomings, which conveniently Diego does not have. Or rather, Carrillo's aware that whatever shortcomings Diego has, they're not the "having big stick up ass" variety which lbr Horacio rly struggles with

Tagging Out - THE DRAMATIC AU I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.

Excited to get fic from Diego's perspective rather than Reader's! It's a fun switch up

"It was such a swift downfall for someone who hadn’t done anything wrong." The situation in a nutshell fr

"He knew the second he submitted his papers it was going to be read as an admission of guilt, an act of cowardice. But at least he wouldn’t have to be around every day and be subjected to it. A new location with fewer prying eyes sounded like heaven at this point." Huge, huge, huge oof. But I really get it. What's your pride worth when you can barely even get anything done & everyone hates you? It's so draining to be Watched like that, I certainly couldn't handle it

Oh my god I'm screaming I just had a revelation. Now that Diego is a fave...that means he has become eligible for the Sufferings. I'm screeching like a bat—NOW THAT HE'S A FAVE HE'S BEGUN TO SUFFER

"He was going to want his pound of flesh." Retributive, unjust, miserable old man!

"it was like primetime television happening live on the base" enchanted/fascinated by the extreme visibility of everything that's going on fr

"Diego visibly cringed" oh no bestie! keep it together!

Something about Carrillo not even letting him finish a sentence—not saying anything particularly rude, but that little detail—mmph it's the condescension for me

OPE TRUJILLO WITH THE BODY BLOCK

I'm sorry but now I'm obsessed with Diego's grandfather and learning more about him

Carrillo out loud: "Let's hope so." Carrillo to himself: "Ah yes I did it so professional so restrained" like - he probably *is* holding back a lot there tbf

SO READY FOR THE STEVE JAVI SHENANIGANS! But especially Steve, as you know!

"We'll see." I Sure Hope We Will

hot girl Steve from the mothafuckin South

My road to this man has been a long one, but I have arrived, and here you are with drinks and snacks!

Welcome Home - it's about to get spicy call that shit Miami Vice!

the alienation vibes too real

love the way that everything about the setting is telling a lot about his character...the way his earlier life was, what he finds comforting about it, what he's trying to go back to, the uncertainty about whether he rly can...

The way I got so wrapped up in the atmosphere I literally forgot this was a readerfic and was ?! when Reader showed up 😂 I have a brain like a sieve

Intrigued to see what comes next! Feels like it could be just about anything

1-800-R-U-PINING

The answer is yes.

If It's Alright - It might be alright but I certainly am not.

loving the atmosphere of the candles and the rain, relaxed and homey

uh oh I had come in all cocky from the Diegofics like I'll be fine this will be fine and then I got hit with the "He looked so small standing there on your front step...he was never a man who had seemed small in all the time that you’d known him." UH OH. I'M IN TROUBLE.

The way the dialogue's very brief but laden with Stuff...“I was thinking of you—you’ve always liked the rain.” that is. romance.

...the tenderness...

he never came to get them and she could never throw them away yeah okay yall sound really broken up to me 😂

"Maybe the two of you always found each other, maybe it was always like this." in a way, Reader, that's true, but in another way it's not because sometimes you find each other and break up much worse than this I have it on good authority sa;ldfkasdfljs;d

"He was somehow both the best and the worst patient." this 100% tracks

“In the morning, when we wake up…it’s not going to be anything else…” and "I hate that" and "Me too"

"Exes with feelings is one of my FAVORITE tropes for this man." *crying while throwing up the peace sign* me too lmao

Just Like Always Chapter 1 - literally considered not reading any more for the night because the last one was so much to process I thought it'd be a good one to end on but then I saw the tag "high school sweethearts" and here we are!

"There was no point in harping on it even if the thought of a much younger, much less muscular Horacio brought a tiny little grin to your face." & it brings a grin to mine too lol

"Every now and then he’d cross paths with them and they’d mention you, how well you seemed to be doing." Unsure whether this move on the part of Reader's family is intentionally retributive or merely naïve but either way A+ work to those guys, no notes

“Do you think you’ll ever move back?” ¶ You gave him a cheeky smile, “Do you think you’ll ever move away?” - we love dialogue!

“Nice to know you’re still a good listener,” & “You gave me plenty of practice.” - and i say, we LOVE dialogue!

“Pack a bag. Let’s run away together. No one can stop us. I already have a plane ticket.” what I love about this reader is that I get the sense they're playing but like...they're the sort of person who WOULD do it. And the fact that he isn't that type of person is definitely part of why they broke up imo...big eyes @ next chapter. nobody kisses their ex w/out Plans or at least Inclinations

Just Like Always Chapter 2 - I am feeling as normal about this as you might expect, which is to say, 0%.

...the fact that he's been cooking and it smells delicious...im gonna be white knuckling my way thru this one I see. hnghhhhh

“Learning to cook was very time consuming.” - fascinating deflection! Reader's relatively free spirited nature does absolutely clash with the regimented and adversarial nature of the army so it stands to reason that he'd sort of instinctively not try to bring it up around her as much

"I was gone long before all of that started." Something about this...I will be turning it over and over in my mind

“That’s why your parents never trusted me.” <333

I'm very much unable to comment on smut but *raises Reader's wineglass cheers-wise*

“I’ll think about it.” this is a very upbeat part of the fic but the dour old hag in me has me shaking my head sadly going girl he's never leaving that country he just never is

Class Superlatives

the moment i swerved to become a Diego girl over a Carrillo girl: “Plus, no offense to the Colonel, but you’re much nicer to look at, and easier to talk to.”

peak banter rhythm: Carrillo & Reader in Just Like Always

clutching my chest trying to breathe: "His hand instinctively reached and gripped onto your shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to give him a bit of a tether in the midst of it all. You didn’t say anything about it, didn’t even look up at him for fear that it’d make him let go."

MVP side character: Trujillo in Tagging Out, for effectively conveying in one brief and almost wordless interaction all the tension that Diego had been dealing with for months

best use of setting: probably either the beach in Welcome Home or the cozy apartment in If It's Alright

fic I most want to see another chapter for: either Tagging Out, because I really really want to see Diego's relationship with Reader there (we didn't see any of them together in Tagging Out, which makes sense for the fic, but of course I'm rabid w curiosity about the dynamic that he lowkey allowed to ruin his life), or Welcome Home, because I'm curious to see your take on Steve fic.

fic most obviously aimed at my chest and my id, most likely to reread: If It's Alright

[lackyghost]

If Kirishima Eijirou has learned anything over the past two years in college, living in an on-campus apartment with Kaminari Denki and Midoriya Izuku, it is that Izuku gets way too flustered, way too easily, and that Denki is an absolute dumbass.

Those aren’t exactly new revelations, but the combination of both results in the meeting of a lifetime as far as Eijirou is concerned.

It all starts, as many excellent college stories do, with alcohol.

—

Izuku is on his third beer, Denki is on his fourth, and Eijirou is on his sixth. It’s Eijirou’s birthday and, being the last to reach the legal drinking age, his roommates had insisted on getting him drunk.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Denki says, sounding absolutely delighted by his own idea. Izuku, being a complete lightweight, is already wasted and nods profusely.

“Guys, there’s only three of us,” Eijirou says, and his voice barely sways, thank-you-very-much.

Izuku gasps loudly and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call Kacchan! He lives on the floor above us with Shouto!”

“Hell yeah!” Denki says loudly. “Kacchan is hot!”

“Kacchan is super hot,” Izuku agrees, nodding seriously. “But Shouto is the most beautiful.”

“Sure,” Eijirou says, fully knowing about his friend’s crush.

“Do it, man,” Denki says seriously.

“Yeah,” Izuku says breathlessly.

He pulls his phone out, tapping on the screen, squinting at it to focus his vision before dialing the right number. He puts it to his ear and grins widely when the call connects.

“Kacchan! You have to—” he hiccups loudly. “—come to my unit! Bring Shouto! We… we’re… um, something.”

He furrows his brow, forgetting the reason for his call. The person on the other end says something and Izuku sniffles and begins to cry. “N-no! Kacchan! Don’t leave me alone! I—I need you… to bring Shouto. O-oh! You can bring him too! Just please, Kacchan, bring Shou! I’ll buy you a gift card for that place with the spicy katsudon.”

Izuku’s face lights back up and he gasps loudly. “Thank you, Kacchan!”

He hangs up and Eijirou hands him a napkin so he can wipe away his tears and snot. Izuku babbles his thanks and then looks around in a sudden panic, stumbling over to the counter to collect their empty bottles.

“You tryna impress Shouto, huh?” Denki teases.

Izuku blushes darkly. “I can’t let him know I’m a gay disaster.”

“Bro,” Eijirou says, dragging out the word. “We’re all gay disasters.”

“We’re the gay disaster dorm!” Denki says cheerfully as he runs a hand through his neon-blonde hair. The black lightning bolt dyed in his bangs is ruffled by the movement, leaving it looking more like a bizarre zebra print.

A knock on the door draws Eijirou’s attention, and he touches his bright red spiked hair to ensure that it’s all still perfectly in place before he tugs the door open.

There stands a man nearly a full head taller than Eijirou, which is impressive, considering the redhead is nearly six feet tall. He’s broad too, clearly someone who takes care of himself; muscles accentuated by his tight shirt.

He has snow-white hair that spikes up in little waves, soft grey eyes, and a strong jaw. He’s beautiful, and Eijirou is so entranced by the man that he doesn’t realize the guy is speaking until Izuku walks over to join them at the door.

“Natsuo!” Izuku says cheerfully, knocking Eijirou’s senses back in place. “Come on in!”

“Ah, thanks, Midoriya,” Natsuo says, and oh, his voice is deep and smooth and so fucking hot.

“Hi,” Eijirou says, leaning a little on the door. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou.”

“Todoroki Natsuo,” the man says, giving the redhead a smile as he holds his hand out. “I’m Shouto’s older brother.”

“Oh,” Eijirou says, shaking his hand, knees going weak at how the man’s palm envelops his own.

Eijirou releases his hand and Natsuo steps inside. Behind him, a familiar man with half red and half white hair, and mismatched gray and turquoise eyes makes his way in; Todoroki Shouto. Beside Shouto is Bakugou Katsuki, Kacchan, a blonde man with sharp red eyes that are absolutely judging Eijirou.

“Shouto!” Izuku says as he throws his arms around the mismatched man.

Shouto blushes lightly and awkwardly pats Izuku’s back. “Hello, Izuku.”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Natsuo says to Izuku.

“Hey-o!” Denki says as he pops up at Eijirou’s side. He holds his hand out for Natsuo to shake. “Kaminari Denki!”

“Nice to meet you,” Natsuo says, chuckling lightly. “I hope I’m not imposing, I’m in med school here, and my roommate was being an ass, so I went to Shouto’s place.”

“Not intruding at all,” Eijirou says, laughing awkwardly and then spinning around and walking over to the table to retake his previous chair.

“Oi!” Katsuki calls from the table. “We fuckin’ playing this shit or not?”

“Yessir!” Denki says as he plops down in his seat.

Izuku and both Todorokis make their way to the table, with Izuku stumbling as he clings to Shouto’s arm. Natsuo sits at the end seat closest to Eijirou, who has to try his best not to blatantly stare at the uber attractive white-haired man.

“Okay!” Denki says as he smacks his most recently emptied beer bottle onto the table. “Rules: player spins the bottle, whoever the neck lands on has to pick a truth or dare. If you refuse to play, you have to take a drink!”

Denki then spins the bottle, sending tiny splashes of beer at everyone, earning multiple disgusted sounds. It lands on Shouto and Denki grins mischievously.

“Truth,” Shouto says.

“Lame,” Katsuki drawls.

“Are you single?” Denki asks.

“Single,” Shouto confirms.

Denki smiles and winks at Izuku, who blushes. Shouto just gives an almost imperceptible smile as he spins the bottle. It lands on Natsuo, who smirks at his little brother.

“Dare,” Natsuo says.

“I dare you to take your shirt off,” Shouto says simply.

“Really?” Natsuo says, shaking his head as he stands up.

He pulls his loose knitted sweater off, revealing perfectly sculpted abdominals, plush pecs, and thick, toned arms.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou wheezes.

Yeah, this is definitely the gay panic dorm room.

Natsuo chuckles as he sits back down. He spins the bottle, and it lands on Izuku. Natsuo gives the green-haired man an expectant look.

“Truth!” Izuku says. Natsuo smirks darkly and Izuku gulps audibly.

“Who do you have a massive crush on?” Natsuo asks, planting one elbow on the table and dropping his chin into his open palm.

“Uhm, uh, um…” Izuku stammers. Katsuki kicks him from under the table and Izuku yelps. “Fine!” His voice drops to a drunken attempt at a whisper. “Shouto.”

“Izuku?” Shouto says, eyes widening almost imperceptibly.

“My turn!” Izuku shouts as he spins the bottle. It lands on Eijirou, and the redhead smirks confidently at the green-haired man.

“Dare,” Eijirou says, trying to push all his confidence into his expression.

“I dare you to welcome Natsuo to our dorm by kissing him!” Izuku says, and then he giggles. “For a whole minute!”

“Oh my God, Midoriya,” Natsuo says, sighing. “You can’t just make—"

Eijirou isn’t paying their little bickering much attention though, and he cuts Natsuo’s speech off by gripping the man’s strong jaw and turning him to make eye-contact with Eijirou. Those warm grey eyes widen slightly when they meet Eijirou’s rounded crimson ones.

Eijirou pulls the older man close and kisses him, harder than he had intended thanks to the alcohol. He gently nips at Natsuo’s lower lip, and the man gasps, his hands flying up to thread his fingers behind Eijirou’s neck, holding him close as he kisses back.

One of Eijirou’s hands finds the small of Natsuo’s back and tries to pull him closer, but the end of the damn table is in the way.

Natsuo seems to have the same idea as he reaches for the redhead’s biceps, gripping them and pulling Eijirou to his feet and tugging him closer, keeping their lips locked as he coaxes Eijirou into straddling his lap. The redhead faintly hears Izuku’s shocked yell and Denki’s loud cheer, but he pays it all no mind as he continues to devour the plush, cherry-flavored lips of the gorgeous man beneath him.

Natsuo licks the seam of Eijirou’s mouth, and he gladly opens up, letting Natsuo’s tongue in so the muscle can run along his sharp, shark-like teeth. The man groans and breaks the kiss; his pupils blown with lust. He tugs at Eijirou’s lower lip and his pupils flex as he runs the pad of his thumb along the sharp teeth.

“Fuck,” Natsuo pants lightly. “Please tell me you’re lucid enough to consent, because I want those fucking teeth all over me.”

“Hell yes,” Eijirou says.

“Thank God,” Natsuo says, wrapping his arms under the redhead’s ass and standing up, holding the man close.

“Holy fuck!” Eijirou exclaims as he wraps his legs around the taller man’s waist. “Holy shit. How fucking strong are you?”

“I’m in school to be a doctor, physical health is important,” Natsuo says simply as he makes his way to the hallway, completely forgetting about the other people in the dorm. “Which room are you in?”

“Second door,” Eijirou says, and then leans closer, biting down on Natsuo’s neck.

The white-haired man groans, but manages to pull the right door open, kicking it shut before swiftly locking it and moving to the bed. He drops the redhead on the bed, and Eijirou quickly pulls off his own shirt.

Natsuo hisses at the sight and bites into his lower lip as his eyes greedily take in Eijirou’s thick, bulky muscles. They aren’t as defined as the older man’s, yet, but they’re certainly profound.

“Like what you see, Natsuo?” Eijirou asks, voice pitched lower.

Natsuo’s eyes flick up to meet his, and he licks his lips as he unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down and kicking them to the side; his boxers soon joining the denim. He haphazardly kicks the fabrics away as Eijirou soaks in his fully displayed body. His cock is long and thick, flushed pink with precum beading at the tip as it curves slightly toward his navel.

“Shit, you’re hot,” Eijirou breathes.

Natsuo smirks and makes quick work of shoving Eijirou’s pants to the ground. His eyes widen at the prominent bulge barely contained by his boxers, and he looks almost reverent as he pulls them down. Eijirou’s cock springs out, nearly hitting Natsuo’s face. He curses under his breath and grips it with one hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re so pretty,” Natsuo says as he slowly drags his hand down the man's length, pulling a moan from the redhead.

“You’re one to talk,” Eijirou says as he sits up, pushing Natsuo’s hand away as he sinks down the side of the bed, landing on his knees.

He leans forward to lap up the precum dribbling from Natsuo’s slit, and then he flattens his tongue, curling his lips over his teeth, and sinks down until the man’s cock hits the back of his throat. Natsuo’s hips jerk of their own accord, and the redhead gags slightly and pulls off.

“Fuck, I can’t even fit all of it in my throat,” Eijirou says, lazily stroking the man’s cock as he looks up to meet Natsuo’s hungry gaze. “But I sure as fuck want it in my ass tonight.”

“Holy fuck, yes,” Natsuo groans, grasping Eijirou’s biceps and tugging him up. “Be good for me and get on the bed.”

Eijirou scrambles to comply, climbing up onto his mattress and not waiting for the man to say more before tugging his night stand open, pulling out lube and a condom. He flops onto his back, biting back a moan when he sees Natsuo at the foot of the bed, those grey eyes soaking in the way the redhead’s muscles ripple under the shitty bedroom lighting.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Natsuo says, finally climbing up onto the bed, settling between Eijirou’s thighs.

He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up as he leans down to kiss the man. He licks into his mouth, and Eijirou easily allows him entry. Natsuo groans as his tongue traces the sharp teeth, his finger circling the redhead’s hole.

He drags his tongue along the roof of Eijirou’s mouth as he presses the first finger in, easily sinking down all the way to the knuckle. Natsuo moans at the feeling, pulling back from the kiss to start pressing his lips along the man’s neck, sucking to leave little marks.

“More,” Eijirou says, rocking against the slow moving finger.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Natsuo says, licking up the side of Eijirou’s neck and then nipping at his earlobe, tugging lightly.

“You won’t, I can take it,” Eijirou says.

“Shit,” Natsuo says, pulling his finger out so he can push back in with two digits.

Eijirou tilts his head so he can get a kiss from the man, nipping at his lower lip and pulling a delightful moan from Natsuo, who starts thrusting and scissoring his fingers quicker.

He curls his digits, finding Eijirou’s prostate with near surgical precision, making the redhead break from their liplock to gasp loudly. He throws his head back, leaving that thick neck on full display.

Natsuo eagerly leans in to suck on the man’s Adam’s apple, and then down the column of his throat, leaving a trail of little pink marks. His fingers never stop moving, and he has to bite on his lower lip when he adds a third in.

He continues kissing down the man’s body, his cock twitching and leaking between his legs. Eijirou’s member is dripping on his own abs and when Natsuo’s mouth reaches it, he licks up through the salty liquid.

“Oh my God,” Eijirou gasps. “This is the best birthday ever.”

Natsuo’s eyes widen in surprise, and then he smirks as he picks up the pace with his fingers. He licks a stripe up Eijirou’s dick and suckles the tip before pulling back with a lewd pop.

“I’ll make sure you enjoy it, Eijirou,” Natsuo promises as he pulls his fingers free. He reaches for the condom, watching the way the man’s hole flutters.

“That’s so manly,” Eijirou says reverently, eyes lidded as he watches the older man roll the rubber down his length.

Natsuo drizzles some extra lube on the condom, stroking himself a few times to spread it around his length. He looks Eijirou over consideringly and after a moment, tugs the man around, coaxing him onto all fours.

Eijirou shudders with anticipation, and Natsuo chuckles lowly as he grips the redhead’s hip with one hand, his other guiding his cock to his hole. He kneads Eijirou’s skin as he starts to press in, moving slowly to avoid hurting him.

“Fuck,” Eijirou moans, delighting in the slight burn as the man’s cock stretches him, pressing deeper and deeper until he swears he can feel it in his throat.

“God, you’re tight,” Natsuo gasps, dropping his head back as he grips Eijirou’s hips with both hands, willing himself to stay calm.

“Come on,” Eijirou says, almost a whine. “I won’t fucking break.”

Natsuo lets out a strained laugh and rolls his hips slowly. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” Eijirou says, groaning as Natsuo’s cock slides along that precious sensitive spot. “Fuck, come on, physical health is important, Natsuo.”

The white-haired man snorts at that, shaking his head lightly. He pulls out until only the tip is left, and then rams back into him, using his hips as a grip to tug him down harder.

Eijirou keens, pushing back to meet each thrust, valiantly staying on all fours even as his arms tremble and threaten to give out. Natsuo grunts as he fucks into the man, feeling a fire building in his guts; the sounds from the younger man only fuel the heat.

He knows he won’t last long with how hot and tight the man’s insides are, but Natsuo has always taken pride in his partner’s pleasure above all else. He slides his lube slicked hand down to Eijirou’s dick, gripping him tightly as he jerks him in time with his thrusts.

Eijirou nearly screams, feeling completely overwhelmed by the combination of sensations. Stars bloom in his vision as Natsuo’s cock ruthlessly glides across his prostate with every thrust, while his hand works a rhythmic pattern.

Eijirou comes hard, his ass clenching down, milking Natsuo’s cock as his own dick squirts out on the sheets below him. The white-haired man gasps, groaning deeply as his climax hits him. He smacks his hips harder, keeping himself buried deep in Eijirou as he fills the condom.

Natsuo grunts and pants brokenly as he comes down from his high, and Eijirou collapses down, his arms finally giving out. Natsuo barely avoids falling on top of him, managing to pull out before he tilts to land on his side.

He grimaces as he pulls the condom off, tying it and looking around tiredly for a wastebasket, feeling grateful when it’s right next to the bed. He drops it in and sighs as he flops down beside the redhead, who chuckles breathlessly.

“So, we should go out for lunch sometime,” Eijirou says and Natsuo laughs a little bitterly.

“I’m a med student, Eijirou, as much as I would love to, I rarely get time to myself,” Natsuo says, raising one slightly shaky hand to rub down his face. “It’s not fair to date someone as nice as I’ve heard you are.”

“Shut up,” Eijirou says, and Natsuo looks to him, one brow raised. “It’s my birthday, you’re supposed to agree anyway.”

Natsuo snorts and nods. “Alright then. One date.”

Eijirou hums and rolls up onto his side, leaning up to plant a kiss to Natsuo’s lips. “And if more happens from there, that works too.”

Natsuo frowns. “Eijirou, even when I start my residency—”

“I know,” Eijirou says, kissing him again. “But I want to get to know you, and I absolutely want to fuck again.”

“Brat,” Natsuo says, rolling his eyes. He looks at the redhead and sighs again, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re too fucking pretty for your own good.”

Eijirou bats his lashes at him. “No idea what you mean.”

Natsuo laughs, the sound much more genuine. “Alright, alright, we can try dating. But if you ever feel like I’m too much, let me know.”

“I’m a firefighter in school for sports medicine, I know all about shitty schedules,” Eijirou assures him. “Just say you’ll be my boyfriend and we can go from there. I’ll go buy some candles just to blow them out and make it my wish if I have to.”

“Well, then,” Natsuo says, smiling as he gives the redhead another kiss. “Happy birthday, Eijirou.”

[danicac07]

Title: A flower we saw that day

11. Revelation

It's morning already and you have today's rest. You wash your face and drink a hot green tea. After that, you place the yoga mat and start meditating. It relaxes your muscles and emptying your mind of what happened yesterday and still finding a way out to not care about everything and anything. You have been an over thinker in your whole life. Back when you were in highschool, your brother let you go to a therapist because of the trauma you had. You were bullied by a bunch of woman who had a gang. The girl who bullied you has a crush on your brother and she thought that you was his gf because your brother always fetched you up after school. The jealousy of the girl who bullied you painted on her face that even her make up looked hideous on her face. You told to your brother everything of what is happening to you during your highschool days that is why you told him a favor to not tell to your parents about what happened and always act normal if they asked something about her school.

The therapy caused money to your brother and he did not hesitate to spend it on you. For your own sake and for your mental sake. You loved your brother more than anything else because he becomes your shield that protects you to anyone and treat you better. The effects of the trauma you had made you an introvert and you only let someone who is important to you get closer to you as much as possible. Your trust issues with your friends affects you either because at the time when a girl who bullied you during your highschool days did not defend you and they let them beat you up in the corner as if they don't even know you and avoided you.

You let yourself cry out in the middle of the night without your brother or even your parents from noticing it. You tell to yourself that you will became a burden if you told of what happened. Your brother just know the trauma you had when you're entering your first year college. He saw your bruises in your arms that you have been hiding forever. He saw it when you're changing your clothes and you forgot to lock your room cause you know that your brother is not in your home at the moment that time.

"Yah! What's that? Have you been fighting with anyone?" You brother said shouting at you.

"Shhh! Mother will hear you." You said with a lower tone.

"What happened?"

"I will tell you after i finish my entrance exam."

- e n d o f f l a s h b a c k -

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon and you didn't know that the time has passed already since you last reminisce of what happened to you. You remember that your brother announce himself to you that he is going to your dorm and you prepare yourself and clean your apartment.

"Princess! I'm here!~" he said in a welcoming voice as if he's not seen me for long.

"Oh? You're here? What did you bring?" You said in a sarcastic tone.

"I bring myself. Hug me." Stretching his arm wide open.

"Excuse me? Please go back to your dorm if you're going to be this cheeky. Why did you bother coming here anyway?" Rolling your eyes and watch him go to your kitchen.

"I'm here to see my princess if she's eating enough. You look so skinny and I feel like you're barely eating." He said looking at you with a poker face.

"Whatever, bro." You said with an exasperation.

"Anyways, I have been meaning to say... Why you didn't tell them that you have a sister?" You said while changing the topic.

"I have?" He said with an intention of not saying anything.

"Oppa, I thought we're not going to hide any secrets with the two of us? Then, what you're doing right now is literally breaking out your promise."

Your brother contemplating whether he's going to say it or not. Instead of saying the truth, he slips a little white lies and said.

"I just don't want you to meet them up especially Dino."

"Dino? He's my childhood friend so why try to hide it from me? And even though you hide it from me why doesn't even said a thing about me to you?" Questioning every detail you want to know.

"You overthink things y/n. I thought we have an agreement not to overthink things because your therapist told you a long time ago that overthinking can kills the mind of a person." He said while batting an eye on you.

You inhale then exhale for thirty second and said. "I'm sorry. I have been too curious so I won't say anything anymore." And silently look away to him and surf on your phone.

Your brother ready the food and said that he will go now because he have some errands to do with his other members and messed up your hair.

"Yah!"

"Bye!~ Don't forget to eat that up! I'm going." He said and go out.

- Seungcheol's side -

Your brother goes out and bid a farewell to you. As he walk outside and try to calm his mind down. He can't let you know why he's doing what he did. Because he wanted to protect you to the people who may cause a harm to you. If you know the members and if the members know you exist as well, the fans will get mad and might target you by cyberbullying and also leads to physical bullying. Your brother don't want to repeat the past history and want to make it right this time. He told Dino that he should be quiet about you and told lies that he had no sister just to protect you, by not saying anything.

- end -

As for the members, they have been told that they should be wary to their surroundings when they are with his sister.

WHAT WOULD THE MEMBERS DO AS TO WHY SEUNGCHEOL KEEPS EVERYTHING CLASSIFIED AND CAUTIOUS WHEN IT COMES WITH HER SISTER.

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