#but I know a lot of people might be upset about the black arms thing :/// once I flesh my concept out more I’ll get some peer review

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Dating the Slytherin boys (+ Harry) - HEADCANONS

Requested: No

Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Harry Potter (+ y/n)

Warnings: NSFW mentions, English is not my first language

A/N: I'm not sure I like this but here we go. However I have to say I like Regulus' one so I might turn his version into a one shot one day (when uni won't be killing me slowly). This will include also the pre-dating/flirting stage as well. SORRY FOR THE TYPOS. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Enjoy! ^^

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Mattheo Riddle:

His feelings for you probably confused him at first 

If he falls first, he either won’t let you know or will do everything to get your attention (‘Hey, y/n, come sit here, the seat is free!”, “y/n, do you mind helping me with homework for Snape? I can’t bloody do it”, “How about we go to Hogsmeade, just you and me?”, “you look beautiful, y/n”)

Your love for him always calms him when he gets anxious or when he’s upset, especially after his father comes back

Will tell you things he never told anyone

Would rather spend time with you than with his friends

Is terrified something will happen to you because of his father 

VERY jealous, but trusts you

Despite easily getting angry, he can’t get mad at you. Even during arguments 

LOVES sleeping in your arms or when you just hold him

He's crazy about your body

Loves showering with you, and we both know how it often ends

HOT, passionate sex

Will randomly eat you out without expecting anything in return (doesn't mind if you return the favor, though)

100% calls you "baby" or "love" all the time

Doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him as long as you love him

Your love makes him feel lighter and stronger

You're his whole world

Feels bad when he hears someone criticize you for dating him 

Always makes sure you don’t overwork yourself, and makes sure you get enough sleep, water and food, and comforts you when you're anxious

Holds your hands when he's anxious or stressed

Will listen to anything you have to say 

Crazy about your perfume

Theodore Nott:

Struggles to express his love or feelings in general, at least in the beginning 

Has never done serious relationships before, and it may cause some trouble in your relationship, as you end up believing he doesn’t care about you

It causes many fights, and the last one will be the first time he says ‘I love you’

Always goes to you for comfort 

Loves sleeping with you in his arms/on his laps, or cuddling, and with time he can’t sleep without you

Loves watching you sleep 

Loves having you on his lap

Always gets you great gifts (even randomly)

“Well, it thought it was pretty, and…it reminded me of you.”

Will fight any guy who is rude to you or acts like a creep 

Very jealous (trusts you, doesn’t trust others)

Doesn’t mind PDA at all, will gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public

Always has a hand on your waist or around your shoulders 

Very supportive in everything you do, even when he doesn’t understand it/isn’t really interested in it

Isn’t very good with comforting people (mostly because he's not used to it), but will hold you and listen to you as long as you need, can even give you advice/reassurance 

Every compliment/'I love you' you say melts his heart and means much more to him than he shows, same goes for anything you do for him

Loves doing fun things, even if it’s just throwing snowballs at each other during winter (which ends in loving kisses, just savouring the joy of being together)  

Love getting in a pool with you and playing "childish" games during summer

Any form of intimacy means A LOT to him 

He's used to hooks up and "fucking" but it takes him a bit of time to have sex with you (despite being crazy about you and your body) because you mean everything to him and with you it's really making love instead of just "fucking"

The first time is loving and slow yet passionnate (eye contact at all times, hands holding, desperate kisses from him), and it gets a bit rougher and passionate the next times (but aftercare, which he isn't used to, is always on point and keeps getting better)

Is secretly very insecure, and is terrified you will leave him (especially for another “better” guy) 

Craves your touch and your love but won’t admit it

His boggart is probably you being dead alongside his mother

Will tell you sweets things in Italian

Very clingy in private - and also in public with time

With you he learns to be happier and discovers a happier side of himself he didn't know he had

Loves you much more than he actually shows at first 

Will often say you're all he has (and means it)

But with time, you have no reason to doubt his love and he’s the perfect boyfriend

Blaise Zabini:

Probably will court you like the gentleman he is

He doesn’t trust people easily and might be a little distant (while always polite and kind) in the early stages of your relationship 

But with time he becomes very warm and smiles a lot

Always kisses the top of your hand or your forehead 

Doesn’t do much PDA except for holding hands and kisses on your forehead

However in private he’ll 100% cuddle you and hold you

Dates in parks or restaurants  

Get you flowers at least once a month

Will always defend you against others 

One of his love languages is acts of service

Lorenzo Berkshire:

You either were friends before dating or he fell in love with you at first sight, there is no in between

Takes you on fun dates (arcade, funfair, theme parks) 

Can be shy at the beginning, which will make it a bit hard for him to talk about how he feels about you

Movie nights where you two eats lots of snacks and sweets while cuddling 

Always smiles when you enter a room

So supportive 

Loves when you're on his lap

He has no problem with PDA

Quickly willing to meet your family if you agree

He’s a great listener and mostly gives good advices 

Loves taking naps with you 

Always makes you sure you get enough sleep, water and food

Won’t let you get yourself into dangerous situations

Loves to go anywhere with you, no matter the activity and even if he just follows you around 

Many pet names

If you're Muggleborn or grew up among Muggles, he will totally ask you questions about the muggle world

Passionnate sex, will get rough if he hasn't seen you in a long time or if it's angry sex after he got jealous

His aftercare is the best, and he's always thankful you trust him enough to have that form of intimacy with him

Draco Malfoy:

Won’t flirt at first with you but keeps wanting your attention

Tries to seduce you with expensive gifts, and is a bit taken aback when you say he doesn’t work

Continues to get you gifts, but will make sure they match your interests/tastes, and keeps expensive gifts for your birthdays and Christmas (even though he’d like to get them all year for you) 

At first he doesn't show any weakness in your presence

With you he’ll learn patience and to focus of more positive things, and also to stand up to his father

Takes you on dates every chance he gets

Will ditch his friends to spend time with you

Probably makes Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or do things for you

So proud to be dating you, it might even make him more arrogant

Gets grumpy when jealous but after a kiss on the cheek he’s back to his normal self 

Will invite you to his home and write you nearly everyday during holidays

Hates it when Harry or any Gryffindor boy tries to talk to you

Surprisingly has no problem with PDA

Loves when you come to see him play during Quidditch matches

Tom Riddle:

Oh boy

It started with him admiring/watching you from afar, for a reason he can’t understand

SUPER confused by what he feels for you and why

Will probably try to get closer to you through homework or through books if he sees you read one

Will know everything about you, and will secretly follow you, saving you if you’re in danger with you never knowing who saved you

Crazy about your perfume, so much so that it makes him steal one of your clothes just to be able to smell it anytime he wants

After a while, he’ll spend most of his time with you without ever admitting he likes it

Will probably let you know his feelings for you after he cast a spell on a guy for being a creep with you 

Won’t let another man touch you

Will ask Mattheo for advice to be better or to make you fall in love with him

Will do your homework without hesitation, even if he pretends that he hates it, and will leave explanations so you understand his answers/his work

No PDA except for holding hands or your hand under his arm, but will make sure to stay close to you at all times 

Is a surprisingly good listener 

VERY jealous, but surprisingly isn’t mad or suspicious at you

“Did you enjoy having his attention? Do you wish for me to show you how my attention is better?” 

He doesn't stress over homework or stuff like that, so he finds it ridiculous when you do (learns with time to be more understanding)

Will let flowers in your room with a note on it

Pretends to not care about the gifts you get him for his birthday or Christmas but it actually means so much to him as no one ever got him any gifts before 

Nothing the others say about him gets to him, but he gets angry when he hears someone say that you deserve better than him

Is secretly insecure about his background and the fact that he’s poor, and thinks you deserve better 

As Voldemort: Might be torn between continuing his goals for power or spending a simple life with you; is aware you’ll leave him if he gets on a darker path 

As Voldemort’s son: would do everything to protect you from his father, and if he’s forced to get the Dark Mark, he will makes sure you don’t know 

Possessive kisses 

Would hurt anyone who does you wrong

Borrows money from Draco to take you on dates or to get you gifts, as he feels like you deserve the nicest things, even though you keep telling him his mere presence is enough

May feel a little bit guilty that he can’t properly show you his love like “normal” boyfriends do 

Won’t admit it but considers you the only good thing in his life, and if he ever lost you he’d get on a dark path

Won’t cuddle at first, but if you wake up first you’ll find him sleeping close to you, with at least one of his hands touching you

Always notices when you don’t eat, sleep or drink enough

You’re the first (and only) person he will feel romantic love for

He has a bit of sexual experience before, but with you it's completely different - once you guys have sex for the first time, he becomes obsessed with your body and how it makes him feel

Loves fingering you

"You like it, dove?"

Even if you guys don’t work out, he won’t ever be with somebody else 

Would ask your parents for you hand in marriage, but honestly it's just out of politeness, the only answer that matters to him is yours

Regulus Black:

Like Blaise, he was raised the old fashioned way

Acts coldly towards everyone except you, his tone and eyes gets warmer and kinder when talking/looking at you, and you’re the only person he’ll smile at

You were his best (and only) friend and he has been in love with you for years

He hides his feelings very well, but one day you start dating someone else (thinking Regulus doesn’t share your feelings) but he can’t bear it and confesses his feelings

Always defends you

He’ll take you on restaurants or picnics dates, always bringing flowers

Mostly fine with PDA (holding hands, hands on your waist)

Thinks he’s very lucky to have you

Probably already starts thinking of marrying you during your last year at Hogwarts 

A bit jealous, but can’t stand it when Sirius tries to talk to you

Will gladly do your homework with/for you

Loves it when you sleep in each other’s arms, loves feeling you close

Loves it when you call him “Reggie” (only you is allowed to)

Will literally do everything you ask him to

You’re everything to him

Can’t stay away from you for long

Will get worried if you’re five minutes late

Always calls you “sweetheart” or “love”/”my love” 

Slow, romantic sex most of the time but sometimes he needs to be rougher

Thanks to you he’ll feel lighter and he will become kinder

You’ll even make him change his views on blood purity and stand up to his parents, and with time he gets closer to Sirius thanks to that (and you) 

If that doesn’t change and he still joins Voldemort, he’ll leave you a letter before going to the cavern, saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

Harry Potter:

Don’t expect any pet names from him, but he might create a nickname with your name (like he calls Ginny ‘Gin’ in the Cursed Child) 

His love languages are fierce protectiveness, loyalty and a patience he didn’t knew he had

Has no problem with PDA because he doesn’t care about what other people think  

Loves cuddles

Rarely gets mad at you, and feels guilty when he does

Mostly gets mad at you when you hurt yourself (for example during Quidditch) but it's also because he was scared for you

Hot kisses in private

Will be jealous if he sees you with another guy 

He’s passionate in a lot of things he does, and it includes you and everything you do

Will fiercely defend you again anyone, can even throw hands

Gets FURIOUS when Umbridge hurts you during detention, and will cuddle you for hours and do everything he can to make the pain disappear

Knows people are mean to you during fifth year because you're dating him and he hates it

During that year the only peace he feels is when he's holding you or when you sleep in his arms (it's also the only time he doesn't get nightmares)

Very supportive 

Loves getting you gifts 

You make him feel SO happy, he’ll just keep smiling for no reason 

Gets more and more clingy with time

Always write to you during the holidays (you always invite him to come to your house)

I'm not sure about sex while you guys are at Hogwarts but he 100% feels lust for you, there will definitely be hot making sessions when you guys are alone in a dark corner of the castle and it often ends up with you against the wall with your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck and caresses your legs

However sometimes he just can't stop himself and will eat you out (even maybe finger you at the same time), and will be proud when you come

Any act of service you do for him means a lot

You're always worried about him when he's at the Dursleys but he reassures you that he's fine

Comes to you in the middle of the night if he has a nightmare and generally comes to you for comfort or to rant 

Needs you more than ever after Voldemort comes back and after Sirius’ death 

Misses you like crazy during his quest for Horcruxes, and he can’t bear the thought of something happening to you 

Might struggle to show it, but he knows and is thankful of how patient and comprehensive you are with him, and that makes him want to be the best boyfriend he can be

Terrified Voldemort might hurt/kill you

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hickeys | z.cl

❯ summary: Your boyfriend, Chenle, is competitive. And even though the comment about you giving better hickeys than him was a joke — he’s always up for the chance to prove you wrong. Yes, he loves you, but that doesn’t mean he’d let you get away with thinking he was bad at something — especially not something you claim you’re better at than him — so he settles it.

❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, very suggestive, fluffish, very slight minor angst, reader is slightly inexperienced.

❯ words: 2.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, marking/hickeys, a lot of kissing, light petting, chenle is sulky, brief mentions of jealousy, chenle and reader have a hickey competition idk????

“Can you believe the nerve of that guy?” your boyfriend huffs, shaking off his coat as the two of you usher through your shared apartment. 

He’s pissed — scrap that — he’s beyond fuming. He’s angry that the guy at the coffee shop you frequent every morning thought he could ask you for your number the moment he slipped away to the bathroom.

He just can’t seem to quite understand it. It’s not like you were alone — you and Chenle had walked in together. And Chenle knew the guy on the counter knew who he was because, for the last three months of your relationship, the two of you had made it a habit to get coffee at that same cafe on your street corner every morning. 

“He probably just didn’t realise we were together. Don’t think too hard about it babe,” you say wrapping your hands around his waist as he hangs up his stuff on the coat rack.

Chenle rolls his eyes before turning around. He’s upset you’re trying to brush this off, but he knows it’s not your fault so he still places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Then, he unwraps your hands from him and walks to sink into the soft black couch, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. 

You know he’s still pissed but is pretending not to be. You see the harsh way he’s gripping his phone case, and the way his eyebrows keep knitting together, and the frustrated sighs he keeps letting pass through his nose. 

But the whole thing is silly really — but you know he doesn’t see it that way. And honestly, if the shoe was on the other foot, you’d be beyond pissed too. 

“He didn’t realise we were together my ass,” he mumbles.

You cross your arms over your chest as you stand in front of him, “are you seriously jealous right now?”

He sees the way you’re smirking at him, teasing him, and he hates it. 

“Being jealous would mean he has something I want-” he puts his phone down on the spot next to him and leans forward on his knees, eyes fixed on you “-I already have you. He should be jealous of me.”

You let that comment slide with a roll of your eyes.

“He might just be new, LeLe, and he might not have seen us walk in together.” 

Chenle knows that’s not possible. He knows the barista was not some new recruit — he was the same guy he’s clocked eyeing you every time he seemed to be on shift. Your boyfriend hated the way the man's eyes would flick to your lips as you ordered; and the way he’d let his hand linger for too long when passing you your change. 

At first, he didn’t mind it. He was proud to have such a beautiful girlfriend that was so unaware of the effect she had on other people. What bothered him was when he made a point to wrap his hand around your waist, tight, and the man didn’t care, still making advances at you. 

Yeah, that’s what pissed him off. 

“It doesn’t matter, he should have seen that hickey on your neck and minded his own fucking business,” he growls. 

Your eyes widen, remembering the way your boyfriend lightly feathered kisses down your neck before sucking down, only hard enough to leave a light bruise as replacement when he pulled off with a pop, last night.

It’s then you realise he’d made sure to do that to you every single night for the last three months — even if you weren’t having sex that night. And even though the mark would be slightly faded come the morning, you still reprimand him for it. 

In fact, your boyfriend had never expressed an interest in marking you until you had started your morning coffee ritual. And then it clicks. 

“Zhong Chenle, have you been marking me on purpose?!”

Your sulky boyfriend sheepishly sinks back into the couch, lips pursing into a line. Your hands go to your hips, and so do his eyes, as you wait for a response from him. 

“It’s not like that, Y/N, I swear, it’s just…he…ugh…I don’t know,” he’s starting to get flustered and you can’t help but giggle at him. 

You take the seat beside him, holding his hands in yours. 

“You’ve been giving me hickeys every single night to prove that I’m yours?” you ask, a smirk twitching at the corner of your lips. Chenle nods, making you smile. “Well, you’re not doing a very good job at it if guys are still hitting on me.”

You’re joking, trying to lighten the mood and add a smile to his face, but he doesn’t find you funny. The minute the words leave your lips, Chenle’s eyes darken, and the hold you have on each other’s hands tightens. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

He drops your hands immediately and turns his body to face away from you. You realise you’re making the situation worse and can’t believe your boyfriend’s being so sulky about something you thought was a none issue. 

“Oh come on, Chenle. I’m just playing around,” you bring your hand to his cheek to turn him back to look at you. He brushes your hand away, but stays facing you — you’re thankful for that at least. 

“Sounds like your saying I give bad hickeys,” he mumbles. You have to laugh at him, he’s being ridiculous. “It’s not funny.”

You roll your eyes, “No, I’m saying maybe I should give you the hickeys from now on to clear up everyone’s confusion.”

“You think you give better hickeys than I do?” His eyes have narrowed on you.

You knew of your boyfriend’s competitive nature, and now he’s giving you a look he only ever really gives to Haechan when the two of them play video games; or Jisung when they’re playing basketball. But now, he’s directing that look at you, tense jaw, tight fist, slit eyes. 

He looks so hot like this, all riled up, confronted and pissed off at you. You can’t help but swallow the lump in your throat and clench your thighs together as your pussy flutters at the sight. 

“Chenle, I’m playing with you-”

“You’re challenging me,” he corrects, leaning in to brush against your skin. He whispers discreetly in your ear. 

You don’t dare to make a sound, feeling the pit in your stomach rise. He takes his middle and pointer fingers and taps them against last night’s purple mark. He pokes his tongue out of his mouth then you feel his wet lips brush the spot. Your breath hitches and Chenle laughs, the throaty sound vibrating on your neck so good you almost moan. 

“This isn’t good enough for you, huh?” he pulls back to examine his work. His fingers are rough as he rubs up and down against the mark, cooing as he soothes the soft spot of your skin. Once he stops, you gasp as his hand grips your jaw so that your eyes meet his. “Think you can do better?”

“C-Chenle,” you breathe out as his grip keeps you in place. You love the dominance the gesture exerts. 

His other hand grazes up your thigh, his thumb caressing the inner part of your skin. The touch is small, but it doesn’t stop your body from going on fire. 

“I think we should put this to the test, don’t you think?” 

“W-W-What do you mean?” You can’t think straight, not with his hand inching closer and closer to your panties. And you know the minute he reaches them, he’ll tease you about the wetness already pooling there. 

“I suck your neck, you suck mine,” he nuzzles back into your neck now, his breath fanning over you as he whispers low. “See which one of us is really better.” 

You shove him back because you can’t believe what he’s saying. Chenle never lets you mark him, not with his job, so you’re in a state of disbelief. That and you just couldn’t take any more of him acting like this without jumping his bones right there on the couch. 

"That’s not fair, you know you have more experience than I do,” you object. 

Chenle huffs, “You’re the one who started this by saying I give bad hickeys.” 

“I never said that.” 

“Might as well of.” 

He’s impossible. 

"And besides baby, have you ever heard of quality over quantity, you could prove me wrong-” his touch comes back as he nuzzles in closer. “I don’t think you will, but I’d love to go see you try.” 

Now it was your turn to feel challenged. If this was how he wants to play, then fine. You were gonna do this, and you were gonna give it your all proving him wrong. You narrow your eyes and lick your lips. 

"Alright, fine. But I’m going first,” you turn your body a fraction to meet his direction. 

Chenle tilts his head back upright and looks at you with shock. You glimmer a grin, knowing he wasn’t expecting you to agree so soon.

“Bold for someone who was just complaining about having a lack of experience,” he teases and you scowl. 

"Ever heard of quality over quantity?" You mimic him.

Then, you're tilting his head and leaning into the crook of his neck. You start off gently, easing in very calm and slow. His lips gently part at the plush feeling of your lips. You’re taking your time with it — and it’s killing him. You don’t suck or bite just yet, only gently kissing him in very calming spots. 

You begin to pick up speed starting to suck but keeping a gradual build. You moan into his skin causing vibrations to ripple through him making him grunt. When you pop off and look at the red mark starting to bruise on the side of his neck, you smile. You look down to see his cock straining against his jeans — and that does wonders for your ego. 

“Don’t get too smug-” he pulls your hips closer to him. “It’s my turn now.” 

Your stomach starts to turn in your nerves as you straighten your back so you’re closer to his head level. Your chest gently rises up and down as his hands start gripping your thighs. He’s so close you notice just how good he smells. 

You felt a brief exhale from him, humid air gliding down the arch of your neck. You gently shallow out your breathing, and that’s when he leans in to make contact with you.

You force your eyes to stay open, wanting to bask in the feeling of his warm contact on your sensitive skin. Your boyfriend was also one cocky motherfucker, so you refuse to let a sound slip from your mouth or allow your eyes to shutter in ecstasy. 

His first initial touch is wet and warm. And when he starts moving, he begins slowly with very tender kisses. He does that thing you love when he moves up closer to your ear knowing that’s the spot that gives you the most pleasure. 

You know this isn’t a fair battlefield. Chenle knows all the right things to do that have you squirming and writhing underneath him — and God did he know it. You’d never given him a hickey before, so you were already at a disadvantage. 

His kisses keep getting heavier, parting his lips with a subtle suck between his teeth, sending sharp shocks through your body. He notices you jolt and starts soothing the skin with a lapse of his tongue after.

Then he starts integrating suction, right below your ear. He sucks with a roughness he knew  you enjoyed, breathing heavily in an almost pant. You couldn't help but allow your eyes to feather shut against your will. You bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to make a sound and feed his already large ego. 

His hand grasps your side, gripping you firmly right below your rib cage. The touch applies heat to your stomach, the pleasure of his fingers digging into your sides. He sucks on different places until he’s back up to lace under your ear. You bite your cheek harder as his hands start gripping your bare thighs more aggressively.

Those hands start creeping further up your skirt until his left-hand rests above your panties. He takes your earlobe between his teeth, and at the same time, his hot breath huffed right into your ear. You uncontrollably shiver and tilt your head back a bit, making him smile against you sadistically.

"Aren’t you fidgety?" He whispers, as his hands start teasing the material. He loved to gravel a choppy exhale against your ear, knowing the sound and feeling always made you shiver.

“Because you’re not playing fair, Chenle,” you grip his hand, stopping him. 

He knows he’s not — but he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about right now is winning and hoping you swallow your words. 

“Really?” He asks, “I don’t remember us having any rules.” 

His face is flush flat right against your cheek, his deep breath exhales on your skin as he loves every minute of you squirming. 

“W-We didn’t, but this is c-cheating,” you finally let out a whimper and want to curse yourself after trying so hard to fight it. 

“What’s cheating?” He asks innocently, his hand moving back to the wet material between your legs. 

“This,” you grab hold of his wrist, but you're not strong enough to stop the way he teases your waistband and glides his rough digit above your pubic bone. 

“What’s ‘this’?” 

“You’re not allowed to touch me like this. It’s cheating!” 

Chenle laughs but doesn't remove his hand. And deep down you didn’t want him to — despite your protests. Instead, he greedily makes you take your own hand, which was white-knuckling your other thigh, so he could have full access to spread your legs open. Your chest was rising now, eyes looking down at the large ring-covered hand brushing between your thighs. Chenle’s eyes flicker with lust, and you’re certain yours do too. 

He curls his lips into your neck, satisfied. The gentle noise of euphoria he had gotten out of you was enough to fuel his fire, because from there he started going harder. He continues grunting against your ear, lacing down just below it to leave what you assume to be violent marks. 

His large hand curls into your underwear rather than just sitting on top of it. You cussed under your breath, stomach jumping. 

He doesn’t touch you, leaving his hand to just linger before your folds. It causes a burning heat between your legs so much that you couldn’t help but shift in your seat. Your body was screaming to be touched at this point.

"Are you sure you want to consider this cheating?" Chenle coaxes in your now sensitive ear. “Wouldn’t want to break the rules now, would I?” 

You know he’s lying. He’s never given a fuck about rules. Ever. 

You shake your head, trying to shift and cause any kind of friction you could get, but Chenle snaps his hand from out of your panties. 

You’re so overwhelmed at this point but in the best way possible. His lips continue to massage your neck in rough-tempered ways, his hand only rubbing the skin of your thigh but they’re almost quivering.

“Please Chenle,” you whine. 

The game had completely left your mind by now. His hand eventually moves to your core, and he cups you over your panties. You uncontrollably let out a struggled moan, being too turned on to handle anything right now. He delicately grazes his fingers up and down your covered pussy. 

"Still think I’m bad at this?” He talks into your neck.

"I-I never—”

Chenle’s fingers suddenly — but finally — slip into your underwear, making you gasp when you feel him graze your naked folds. Your body flexes in startle, but even the lightest touch from him felt so good.

"You’re wet.." He whispers, pulling his hand back out.

You hated the way he kept doing that. 

You pull your head away from his lips, making him lock eyes with you. When he did, his face dropped a bit when he picked up your lustful expression. His eyes flick to your chest, rising up and down. 

His hand stills on your thigh, "Still think you’re better at this than me?”

Fuck no. 

You shake your head violently making him grin. There’s more amusement in his eyes than you would have liked but right now you don’t care — you just needed him. 

He takes the fingers that have toyed with you and taps them against the wet spot on your neck. He coos, rubbing over the stinging skin.

"Think this should be enough to keep him away from you.”

You bite your lip and nod. You can’t see the damage just yet — but the way he’s just been ravaging your neck — you're sure he’s done a number on you. 

Your chest is still rising up and down. Core aching and body screaming at you to beg for him. 

"Say it, baby," He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Say I won, and I’ll touch you…”

You don’t waste a second more, your body on fire with need. 

“Of course, you won, Chenle! Now hurry up and fuck me!”

[recreationalfanfics]

Record of Justice: Wonder Woman! Reader HCs

I am so gay for Diana.

- Brunhilde doesn't HESITAITE to choose you as one of her champions, seeing as you're both demi-gods who come from a warrior race of women, I can see you and her honestly having a lot in common together.

- But yeah, no, Diana's whole thing is that she wants to save the world of man so even of Brunhilde didn't choose her, you would have still chosen to fight because it was your duty.

- So Wonder Woman has multiple origins: Her original one being that she was born from clay by her mother but there are versions she has a dad which kinda switches between Hades and Zeus. Zeus will be your father in this case because I genuinely like the idea of him blowing his fucking gasket when he sees you enter in the side of humanity.

- "YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER: LADIES AND GENTLEGODS, GIVE IT UP FOR THE AMAZONIAN PRINCESS AND SAVIOR OF MAN: (Y/N)!!!"

- Ares and Wonder Woman have so much beef in the comics so you and him definetly don't see eye to eye now. In fact, Ares would fight you himself if he could but like, you're also kinda scary when you're mad.

- Zeus and Poseidon are literally about to blow a fucking gasket when they see you. Zeus is more subtle as usual as he's all: "Oh, well she's always been the black sheep of the family!" but in reality, he feels deeply betrayed. Poseidon isn't surprised honestly, he genuinely believes you should have grown up with the Olympians instead of on Themyscira because then maybe you'd learn to look down on those pathetic humans instead of protecting them.

- Tbh, Poseidon does have a bit of a soft spot for you as his niece because you're the only one whose ever DARED to back talk him despite knowing his power. He wishes your mother, Hippolyta, wasn't such a stubborn woman. I can totally see moments when you're absolutely destroying Gods and Poseidon just smiling proudly at you but then quickly scowling so no one can see him.

- However the Greek Gods who explicitly still care for you are definetly Hermes, Hercules, and Aphrodite.

- Aphrodite, being your big sister, absolutely adores you even if you two aren't on the same side. She smiles when she sees you and if she can, she will try to catch you in the hallways and pull you into a hug, meanwhile you're kinda suffocating in her bosom. She compliments you on what a strong and beautiful woman you've become, the only reason she isn't upset with you for "betraying" the family is because...well, you've always been like that. It's just nice to see you again♡

-As for Hercules, you both are Demi gods and while you acknowledge humanities faults, you welcomed him with open arms and appreciate his dedication. You two might not be bound by blood but the way you carry each other's ideals and respect and tease each other, its very clear you two have an unbreakable bond.

- Hermes adored you since you were born. Despite Themyscira's laws that men weren't allowed on the island, he was a God, and would happily come and see you to play with you. Taking on a big brother role in your life, he smiles softly as you glare at your father and he thinks you're just as cute as when you were a little toddler struggling to walk on the sandy beach coast of your island.

- As for the human side, they're all in literal wonder of you...which makes sense regarding your hero alias, but when they watched you at work: you impressed everyone while Brunhilde smiled at you and it pissed Zeus off even more when you both shook hands and sent him smug smirks on your faces.

Enemies/People Who Dislike You:

- Ares is a huge hater as I stated before, maybe you humiliated him in the past in front of Zeus, or maybe it was that one time you stole his helmet in a fight and became the New Goddess of War for a while but either way: you and him should never be in the same room together because not even the Gods can predict that disaster.

- Loki thought the rope thing was kinda hot but found out the hard way WHY it was called the Lasso of Truth. Even when he is shaped shifted, he will revert to his normal form if you ever catch him with it AND YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO. He also can't even try and mislead you by telling you half truths because he just blurts out the truth right away. Everyone absolutely adores you for it, ngl since Loki doesn't even bother pulling tricks when you're around and when he sees you fight for humanity, he throws a huge tantrum...He still finds the rope thing hot tho...

- Zeus. He has conflicted feelings for you, he does love you but he wishes you wouldn't always go against his wishes...though he supposes thats what he gets for having your mother raise you instead of him. You show him respect but you clearly harbour bitter feelings for him betraying your trust and wanting to wipe out humanity and he understands that. It still doesn't give you the right to laugh about him with Brunhilde and he'll be sure to get you back for it.

Allies/Friends Who Trust You:

- Brunhilde is honestly a good friend of yours, I genuinely think she sees you the same way she sees Hercules but she relates to you a little more. (The Valkyries and Amazon's would have martinis on the beaches of Themyscira, fight me on that-)

- Shiva, honestly. He likes that you're strict but you can definetly be fun and silly in your own way. You honestly remind him of Rudra, who he totally tries to set you up with so because you two really have a lot in common!

- Obviously Hercules, Hermes, and Aphrodite but also: Poseidon, surprisingly...sometimes. Again, he does soften a bit when it comes to you and he wonders if you're simply stubborn and brave or stubborn and stupid. You are his favorite niece but also, the one that causes him to roll his eyes the most.

- Honestly, all of the Valkyries. When you heard about Brunhilde and her Völundr's, you knew that it was clever but also: that you couldn't just stand to let your fellow sisters in battle fall, the odds being against them. Also, the will all hug you and tackle you to the ground.

- Sasaki Kojiro is a human you take a liking too, he reminds you of a friend whose clad in all black...except he's more cheerful and happy and might have lost in life, but still: he never gives up. You admire those skills in a human and he gets all shy and flustered when you compliment him but I can totally see the both of you practicing sword fights and even moments where he beats you, which you're proud of him for doing, honestly.

- Adam. He genuinely just is the dad Zeus never was, even though you're not one of his own children, he'll fight like you are. Tbh, the only man that deserves to set foot in Themyscira and the other Amazon's would agree. Eve also gossiping with your Hippolyta in the crowd and complimenting her on raising such a wonderful daughter and they talk about mom things.

Admirers/Characters Who Have a Crush on You:

- Thor, just straight up. Since you're a fellow immortal, you two have somewhat known each other, you didn't really care much for the godly affairs so it wasn't often, but he's had the biggest crush on you. When he saw you fight so fearlessly in the crowd, those feelings came back 10 fold. Definetly wants to fight you because that's his way of flirting. Zeus and Odin 100% want to pair you two together to create an official alliance and while Thor wants you to choose him out of your own volition, he will suggest that it is a good idea.

- Jack the Ripper. HE HAS BISEXUAL PANIC BECAUSE HERCULES WAS ALREADY SOKIND TO HIM BUT YOU?? OH, YOU'RE TRULY DESERVING OF THE TITLE OF GODDESS, your color is so gorgeous; filled with such love and passion. After his battle, after he killed Hercules, he is ashamed to face you. But, amazingly, you do not look at him in disgust or shame. You kneel down and gently hold his face, you are in mourning, but you still kiss his head gently and tell him: "You fought well. Rest." and he just short circuits as you begin to carry him.

- BUDDHA, BABY. He loves how serious you are but also, that you can be pretty goofy honestly. Also loves how you stand up to Zeus constantly. Not to mention he certainly has a thing for strong women. But also, he finds your work inspiring, trying to guide humanity to a better life of enlightment. HIPPOLYTA ALSO TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP BECAUSE SHE'S A COOL MOM AND SHE'S ALL: "You know, that Buddha has been staring at you~" and you have to be all: "MOTHER!" And he walks over to you and offers you a snack and you take it. Zeus hates him because he thinks Buddha would be a "bad influence" on you.

[m-jelly]

The Crow's Song - Chapter 5

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

There is trouble on the border with monsters, so Levi and you go together to fight. A new creature causes issues and a surprise guest changes things.

Ao3

Part 6

Prized guards rushed around packing vital equipment for battle. Camping equipment and food supplies were loaded onto carriages, while weapons and spares were strapped to the knights' assistants. Horses stomped their hooves as they had their saddles placed on them; they just knew that something was happening. Tension hung in the area because people knew that not everyone was coming back from the mission they had been set.

All worries washed away when Prince Levi strolled through the gathering. He was tugging on his gloves to ensure they were secure, his dark blue cape fluttering behind him as he moved. He checked his god blade blessed by his own god and saw a black sparkle around it, meaning his god knew that the blade would feast on monster flesh.  

“Levi!”

He stopped in his path and turned to face you, but what you were wearing upset him. You were in light leather armour that a witch or wizard would wear in a battle. “What are you wearing?”

You jogged over to him. “My battle things.”

“You are not going to battle.”

You pouted. “Yes, I am. You need me. I can protect your knight, I can buff them and I can heal.”

He walked up to you. “You are not going.”

You huffed. “Why not?”

“Monsters are on the loose, it’s too dangerous.” He sighed and looked over at his father walking over with his mother. “Stay here with my mother.”

“It is only a few stray monsters on the border.”

Levi flicked his gaze back to you. “I have faced a lot of monsters and a few strays are incredibly deadly. Hell, even one can decimate a whole village.”

You stared at him and stood your ground. “I’m strong. I’m very strong. I have faced monsters before.”

“These are different.”

“I can handle it.”

He turned away from you. “You’re not going and that’s final.” He waved to his knights. “Make sure you load medication.” He stumbled when the ground shook. He turned to face you to see shards of earth were pointing right at him. “Tch…snuck up on me.”

“Like I said. I can handle it.”

He watched the shards go back into the ground. “Impressive, but it’s a no.”

You floated up and closer. “Why not!?”

“It’s too dangerous.”

Lights sparkled around you. “Too dangerous? Are you only saying that because I’m a girl?”

“No.”

You huffed. “Then it’s because you don’t trust me because you haven’t trained me like your knights.”

“No!”

Kuchel went to move towards Levi. “I’ll tell them.”

Sebastian stopped her. “Let this happen. It’s clear she knows why.”

“What?”

Sebastian smiled. “She’s smart. She knows why Levi doesn’t want her to go. She wants Levi to admit why because it’s good for him to get it out and so they can talk about his feelings.”

You folded your arms. “Levi! Just tell me. Why won’t you let me go? You know very well how strong I am.”

Levi ruffled his hair. “You just can’t go.”

“Why?”

“You can’t.”

You shook your head. “That’s not good enough. I need to know.”

He sternly said your name. “You’re just not going.”

“Why?”

He turned and walked to his horse. “I’m leaving. I have monsters to kill.” He grunted when he was pulled back with your magic. “Let me go!”

You pulled him towards you. “Tell me why I can’t go.”

“Because I can’t lose you!” He panted and lowered his head. “I…I…I’m not…strong enough…I can’t…I can’t lose you…I need you…you’re my life.”

You wrapped your arms around him. “You won’t lose me.” You kissed him and pulled back a bit. “Levi, I’ll always be with you. Plus, if I stay here who knows what might happen.” You caressed his cheek. “If I’m with you, you can protect me.”

He tapped his forehead against your shoulder. “Mm. You’re right.”

You massaged your fingers in his hair. “Thank you for admitting the truth. Besides, I feel the same way. I can’t lose you, Levi. You’re my world and losing you would crush me. I wouldn’t be able to love anyone else if I lost you.” You kissed the side of his head. “I want to be with you to protect you.”

Levi crashed his lips against yours and kissed you over and over. “You’re coming with me.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled you against him. “Father?”

Sebastian smiled at his son. “Yes?”

“You’re not coming.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “Why?”

Levi squeezed you as he said your name. “She was right. I need her with me and she needs me. Mother will be alone here. She needs you and you need her. You’ll stay here with her.”

He smiled softly. “Alright.”

You giggled. “You two get a whole palace to yourselves. It’ll be romantic.”

Sebastian tackled Kuchel into a hug and made her squeal in delight. “All mine.”

Levi looked down at you. “I’m sorry we had a little fight.”

You winked at him. “It’s okay.”

“You…you knew why, didn’t you?”

“I did.” You leaned up and kissed him. “I wanted you to be honest with your feelings. I get it. It’s scary to lose someone you love so deeply, to see them go into battle and know there’s a chance they could die. However, not having them close with a chance…” You sighed. “I have my suspicions about all of this.”

Levi frowned. “What are you suspecting?”

You walked over to the horses and petted Levi’s black one. She was so beautiful and friendly. “By now, many people know about us as a couple.” You glanced at Levi. “Witches, wizards and warlocks are very powerful. They can do incredible things if they set their mind to it, even more so if they make a deal with a god or are blessed by one.”

Levi kissed your temple before whispering. “You suspect Noir?” He hummed when you nodded. “Is he truly that powerful?”

“A lot about him has changed in the time we were apart.”

He pulled you into his arms and held you. “I’m sorry you had to experience that.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe I had sex with him.”

Levi growled. “You what?”

You laughed at how possessive he was. “Levi, it was the past. Plus, we were a couple for a few years so, sex happens.”

Levi played with your clothes a bit as he pouted, the two of you were so in your own world that you didn’t even notice the knights and guards rushing around to get things ready. “Was he good?”

“Does it matter? He’s from the past.”

He grabbed your hips. “I want to know.”

You placed your hands on Levi’s chest. “Sometimes he was, other times it was okay. It wasn’t always romantic.” You frowned a bit. “It’s hard to explain.”

He caressed your cheek. “It was sometimes just for him.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and when I was close to breaking up with him he got…very rough and not the fun kinky kind.”

“Asshole.”

You kissed Levi. “Sex is not sex with you. With him it was just sex, with you it’s a connecting of two souls and showing love. I adore every time we’re together.”

He blushed hard. “We do it a lot…like…a lot a lot…” He whined. “I’m so hungry for you…be honest with me. Are you tired of me?”

You shook your head. “No. Not once have I gotten tired. Besides, I’m often chasing you for me.” You giggled as he blushed more and whined. “You’re so cute. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You smirked. “So, about marriage.”

He covered your mouth with his hand. “No! No, no talk. You know I’m setting something.” He saw how you were looking at him. “You did that on purpose to lighten the mood.”

You nodded. “I did.”

“You’re so…I love you.”

“I love you too. I look forward to when you propose and what you have in mind.”

He hugged you tightly. “It’ll be very romantic.”

You giggled. “I know it.” You pulled back and looked around. “I should get my horse ready.”

Levi yanked you against him. “No. Your horse is…uh…resting.”

“Levi?”

He lifted you and sat you on his horse. “You’re riding with me.” He climbed up and hugged you from behind. “I’ll keep you safe.”

You hummed a laugh. “My horse is fine, isn’t she? You just wanted me to ride with you.”

“I enjoy holding you.”

You patted his hand. “I enjoy being held by you.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Rest when you need to. I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you.”

He tapped his heels on his horse. “Mother? Father? Take care. We’ll be back in a few weeks. We’ll ensure the border is safe.”

Sebastian smiled. “May our God bless you on your journey. Be proud of your new-found powers.”

“I will.”

Kuchel smiled softly. “We love you, both of you. Please, be safe.”

Levi squeezed you. “Promise.”

You waved to them. “We’ll be home soon.”

Levi and you raced off to the front of the unit. “Knights! Ride out!”

Something made you stir and it was nibbling at your senses. All of you had arrived at your camping spot yesterday at midday, but the area was so shrouded in darkness that you could barely tell. It’d taken almost a week to get to this spot and now you were here, your natural magical senses were slightly on edge. This place wasn’t right. So, you were struggling to rest.

You rose from the cot and noticed Levi sleeping so soundly next to you. You ruffled your messy bed hair as your body slowly woke up and tuned into the world around you. You climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around you to cover up your flowing bed dress.

It was quiet, too quiet and that disturbed you. Not a single sound came from the forest you were sleeping in. You had slept in so many when you were a journeying witch, but this forest seemed sick or maybe it had ill intentions towards any who entered.

Normally, you wouldn’t go walking around barefoot in a forest you didn’t know, but you needed to feel the earth so you could sense the world. As you moved out of the tent and into the surrounding thick forest you didn’t feel the natural flow of energy. No birds were singing, or slight noises from animals. The only sound was a light breeze rushing through the trees and rustling the leaves.

You hugged your gown around you tightly, it wasn’t the cold that made you do this but a strange uncomfortable feeling. The snap of a twig made you twist your body quickly to look in the direction it came from. Your heart raced as you felt on edge. You could sense things coming up to you, but you couldn’t sense whatever this was. Something was sneaking up on you and you couldn’t sense it.

You sent out little sparkles of light so you could look at the surrounding area, but the trees were so close and looked the same, the canopy was so thick that it was just too dark. You were in open space but you felt like you could barely breathe. You gulped hard as you stared at the space where the twig had broken. While staring you used your magic to form a blade in your hand.

The wind rushing through the trees stopped, everything became still and only the loud beating of your heart could be heard. You gripped the handle of your blade tightly.

Now.

You listened to your instincts. Your body twisted and your blade thrust forward right into a tall sickly thin white being. Its mouth dripped with black ooze as its six yellow eyes vibrated out of pain. It pulled back and dropped to the floor clutching at the wound with its long spindly fingers. Its legs and arms twitched as it shifted and scurried. Everything about it was so wrong, so sickeningly thin. The elbows and knees of this thing pointed out and threatened to rupture out of the thinly stretched skin.

You flew back with your magic and created a protective bubble around you. You’d never seen anything like this beast before. You’d face a lot of monsters in the past, but this thing was different. The only thing that could stop this being was your lighter magic, any other kind probably wouldn’t work or very dark magic like Levi’s. You readied yourself, but the thing took one look at you and scurried backwards into the bushes.

You stood your ground. This thing wouldn’t give up that easily, it was too good to be true if it did. Your eyes darted around as you watched the bushes move and the trees sway, it was fast and you knew it was going to attack you from behind again. You turned around to face it but a burst of crows attacked it causing it to roll around and scream.

Levi burst through the shadows with his dark sword raised. With a beautiful swift movement, he cut the being’s head clean off. “Tch, foul thing.”

You lowered your bubble and moved closer to your lover. “Levi.”

He eyed the dead creature. “Tch, the fuck is this thing?”

“You’ve never faced one before?”

“No…I could just about sense it.”

You whined. “I couldn’t when I faced it, but while I slept I could. Possibly a nightmare being?”

Levi turned to you and saw what you were wearing. “You faced it in your sleepwear?”

You hugged yourself. “I just…I’m sorry.”

Levi walked up to you and looked down at you. “My little witch…you really are that powerful, huh?” He yanked you into his arms and held you tightly. “I was so worried when I woke up without you there, but then I felt your power and knew you needed me.” He pulled back a bit and kissed you. “You did amazing. Well done.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get back to bed.” He pulled you towards the base. “This base is protected by your magic and mine. We must stay within the circle.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yes.”

He led you to another tent and sighed. “We must report what we fought. My knights need to prepare.” He pulled back the door to see Mike lounging in a chair with a book in hand. “Mike?”

Mike glanced over. “Hello future King and Queen. What seems to be the problem?”

“You need to see something.”

Mike pulled on some light armour and let you and Levi lead him to the body of the monster. “Hm.” He crouched and sniffed the area. “I have its scent…” He inhaled deeply before shooting to his feet with eyes wide. “Hm, we’re surrounded. A lot of them watching us. We should leave this dead one and return to our safe zone. Now.”

Levi scooped you up making you squeak. “Let’s act natural.”

Both men moved cautiously through the woods, to a normal eye they looked fine but you could see they were on edge and ready to kill. Once they were through the barrier and safe they relaxed. They paused for a moment and gazed out into the forest as the breeze picked up again, it was like Mother Nature was saying that the land was now safe for everyone.

Mike ruffled his hair. “They’re gone, but those things…I’m impressed you both killed it.”

Levi squeezed you. “This one wounded it and sensed it. It seems to fear her power.”

You nodded. “It’s because I use light blessings and spells. It seems to be made of nightmares.”

“I use magic that’s dark, so how did I manage to kill it?”

You nibbled your lip. “Well, your god for your royal family is powered by the moon. When the night is dark and long the moon guides your way. Those things hide in the dark but you are the light that shows them. They fear that.”

Levi smiled. “I’m glad I’m strong against them.” He lifted his head. “The issue is how are my knights going to stop them?”

You hummed in thought. “How many are there Mike?”

Mike looked out at the forest. “There was a couple of them, but they seemed strong.”

“They are and fast.”

“What’s your idea?”

You slipped out of Levi’s arms making him pout. “Well, we’ve never seen a monster like this before. I’m wondering if they come from a main source and if we destroy that, perhaps they will die out.”

Mike considered your idea. “Makes sense…but how would we get to the source? They’re dangerous.”

You released a long sigh. “I don’t know. Maybe Levi and I can combine our magic to create a bubble around us, or we can use it to hide our presence.”

Levi caressed your cheek. “We’ll start practising right away.” He looked over at Mike. “There’s still the issue of the other monsters.”

Mike smirked. “Don’t worry, Jean will lead the charge with the others against them. We’ll focus on those pesky pales.”

You yawned a little before humming. “I’m going back to our tent. I need to wash, change and rest.” You waved to both men. “See you in a bit, Levi.”

Levi watched you. “I’ll be there soon.” He waited a moment before speaking to Mike. “I’m concerned.”

Mike folded his arms. “Because she’s your lover or is the concern battler related?”

“Battle related.” He pulled his eyes from you and looked at Mike. “She couldn’t sense it until the last minute. She can sense anything. These things…I’m concerned for my knights.”

Mike hummed. “I understand. I’m lucky I have a god’s blessing with my sense of smell.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “This could be difficult. Maybe we could keep those things focused on use three giving the knights a chance with the other monsters.”

“It’s the best thing to do.”

“The crown is very heavy, huh?”

Levi sighed. “You have no idea.”

Mike nodded his head to Levi’s tent. “You should get back to your lover. We need to rest. Tomorrow we’ll think things over.”

“You’re right. Sleep well.” Levi patted Mike’s upper arm before walking back to his tent. He blushed as his heart raced seeing you washing up with barely anything on. “Oh…”

You smiled at Levi. “Hello.”

“Do you need help?”

You smirked. “Are you asking if I need help washing myself?”

He moved closer. “Yes.”

You took a seat and handed him the wet cloth. “Here you go.”

He started rubbing you down and made sure he was gentle with his touch. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, worried, slightly scared and yet I feel slight confidence.”

He leaned towards you and gently kissed you. “I understand.”

You welled up a moment before turning your head away. “Forgive me.” You sniffed back tears. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Levi put the cloth in the water before kneeling in front of you. “Love? It’s okay. It’ll be okay. We can do this together.” He wiped your tears away. “It’s also okay to cry. I’m scared and worried too.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi and you cried. “Mm.”

He rubbed your back. “I’m right here. I’ll never leave you.”

You gripped at his shirt on his back. “I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too. I love you so much.” He pulled back a bit and kissed you. “You’re mine.”

You ran your hands down his chest as you lightly panted. “Levi?”

He smiled at you. “I know that look in your eyes.”

You tugged at his shirt. “I can see the same look in your eyes.”

He lifted you and carried you to the bed. “We’ll need to be quiet.”

“I’ll try my best.” You giggled as Levi smirked and started nipping at your skin.

“Your Highness!”

Levi stirred at the voice of one of his knights outside his tent. “Tch.”

He looked over at you to see you were sleeping soundly with lovebites all over you. For days now all had been going out and killing monsters, but when returning to camp the three of you would talk about how to attack the pale ones. Once it was time for bed, Levi and you would make love to each other so you could remember the love you shared.

He slipped out of bed and pulled on his bottoms as he made his way over to the front. He pushed the tent door open and gazed at Connie. “Something wrong?”

Connie bowed his head. “Good morning, I am sorry I disturbed you. We have a visitor.”

Levi frowned. “Out here?”

“Yes.”

He stared at Connie. “Well? Who is it?”

Connie blushed. “S-Sorry. I ah…”

Levi looked behind him to see you were walking around in a rather thin long nightdress. “Speak now Connie before I blind you.”

“Vance Noir.”

Levi frowned at the name and whipped his head around to look at the knight. “He’s here?”

“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “He just arrived.”

Levi hummed in thought. “Well, this is all on the border…I’ll meet with him. Tell him I’ll be a few minutes.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

Levi closed the door of the tent and turned to you. “Connie saw you like that.”

You ruffled your hair as you giggled. “Lucky lad.” You sauntered over to your lover and slung your arms over his shoulders. “But you get to see me up close and without it too.”

He growled in delight. “You’re damn right I do.”

You kissed him before releasing him. “I’ll get changed. We have more monsters to kill.”

“We also have someone to meet, but I think it’d be best if I went alone.”

You paused while changing. “Someone to meet?”

Levi started pulling on his armour. “Vance Noir is here.”

You flinched at that information. “Why…why would he be…hmm…”

“Love?”

You carried on changing. “I have a lot of thoughts.”

He put on the last of his gear and then began assisting you. “Care to share?”

“I think he knew I was here.” You smiled at Levi as he tied a part together. “Thank you. Anyway, I believe if I stayed at the palace he would have gone there. So, I’m glad I came with you.”

“I’m glad too. I can protect you here.”

You kissed him. “And I can protect you.”

“Cute.” He chuckled. “Come on.”

You held his hand as you walked with him. “You look so handsome in your prince armour. I adore the cape.”

“Thank you.” He squeezed your hand. “Your witch armour is very cute.”

“Thank you.” The smile you had for Levi slowly faded when you saw Vance Noir in his black and off-gold armour with a long purple cape. “Mm.”

Levi heard your whine and saw how gloomy you’d become. “Stay close to me, okay? Enjoy my energy.”

You smiled at Levi. “I will.” You squeezed his hand. “I appreciate that.”

Vance smiled at the knight before turning his gaze and admiring you. He softly said your name as he approached both you and Levi. “Look at you. You’re so cute in your armour.”

Levi stepped forward and blocked Vance’s view of you a little. “May I ask your reason for being here?”

Vance slowly dragged his eyes from you and looked at Levi for the first time since arriving. “There are monsters on the border. My King Rowen was concerned. So, I was sent to stop them. We can’t have you taking all the glory now, can we?”

“Is this what it’s all about? Who looks better in front of our people?”

“Glory looks good on me.” He tilted his head to look at you. “She likes a strong lover.”

Before Levi could snap at him you floated up and wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck from behind. You kissed the side of Levi’s head. “That’s right. I adore strong lovers and this one is the best so far. You can’t compete, Vance.” You smiled against Levi’s head. “I mean, this handsome man killed a new kind of monster, one that is pale with six yellow eyes. A creature born from a nightmare was no match for him.”

Levi knew exactly what you were doing, you were spurring Vance on to kill as many monsters as possible. If he was the cause of the new ones this type of teasing and pushing of buttons would make Vance stop the pales. Levi was going to go with your plan, it was smart and it would mean it’d be an easier fight against those things.

“Pales, hmm?” Vance smiled. “I could take care of these new things you speak of.”

You massaged your fingers in Levi’s hair. “Hmm, interesting declaration.”

“I’ll prove it.” He held his head high. “I’ll come back here with the head of one.”

“Mm, don’t believe you. It would impress me if you did kill one.” You nipped the top of Levi’s ear. “We have some monsters to kill together.” You released Levi. “Come on, Levi.”

Vance clenched his jaw. “You’re very cosy with him.”

You yanked Levi against him. “Of course, we’re lovers.”

Levi leaned down and kissed your cheek. “We’ll be more than that soon.”

“We will.” You held Levi’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He walked with you and left Vance far behind. Levi lifted your hand before showering it with kisses. “You did wonderful.”

“Thanks.” You sighed. “I didn’t think he would take the bait, but he did.”

Levi released your hand. “Well, that’s because he has a massive ego and he wants a chance to have you as his and his alone.”

You walked through the barrier and moved with Levi to the battleground where only a few monsters remained, the fight was over and just the stragglers needed to be stopped. “I don’t think we need to help.”

Levi watched Mikasa rip a monster to pieces while Sasha and Jean worked together to bring another down. “It’s all under control. We’re cleaning up now.”

You admired the land, the mountains towered over the area in the distance with a light dusting of snow. Flowers had taken over a field and added some sort of hope to the blood-soaked patch of earth you were standing on. It was clear to you that this was started by someone with magic because the spot for the monsters was too convenient. You knew the next step was to take care of the pale things, but hopefully, Vance was going to fall for your suggestion and take care of the problem he caused.

Levi called your name making you turn to face him. “I uh.”

You gazed at him. “Hmm?”

Levi put his hand in his pocket before presenting you with a ring. “I love you more than anything. I want to spend our long lives together. Marry me.” He softly said your name. “Please, marry me.”

You welled up. “Yes.” You smiled brightly. “Yes, I will marry you.”

He slipped the ring on your finger before kissing you passionately. “I know it’s not romantic, but fighting together like this…it’s us.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “It is us. It’s perfect. I love you and I can’t wait to call you my husband.”

Levi growled a little. “I like that. You’ll be my cute little witch wife.”

“Yes, I will.”

[fosermi]

teehee

-

Eclipse the darkling had been alive for over a hundred years, in that time he raised a lot of kids. All of them orphans, all of them brought back to his village. He had seen a lot in that time, children who had seen their parents or sibling die, kids who had been so upset they didn't start talking for weeks. It was part of the world they lived in.

He had never thought he would deal with his much younger self, especially seeing his trauma on full display.

This Eclipse was still a hatchling, his scales were bright and shiny red that indicated that. He still had his baby teeth. When he was scared, he would hold onto his tail or his favorite toy for comfort. He was just a child.

And yet, he had gone through so much pain, he had been cut off from the hivemind. He was mentally alone. A terrible condition for someone who had hatched among noise and surrounded by others.

He wasn't physically alone. This human was taking care of him, along with the hedgehogs that also lived here. And the man did seem like he cared, was making an effort.

But he wasn't Black Arms, he didn't know what it meant for a hatchling to be completely abandoned and left for dead. Or how much this child was silently suffering.

Eclipse could barely remember being that age himself, barely remembered what it was like to be so young and full of bad ideas and impulses, but he did remember being proud and stubborn, digging in his heels and insisting getting his own way over mundane things.

It was another to actually see that in front of him.

This young Clippy looked at him stubbornly, already full of spitfire. "I'm fine."

"You can be honest with me," Eclipse told him. He could feel the heavy waves of emotions coming off him, the weight of carrying all this pain. "I'm you, no one else will know."

He thought it would take longer but then he had a sobbing hatchling in his arms.

And it all came out. How hard it was, how much he missed the hivemind and being around others, that he was having a difficult time adjusting to this new planet and being part of a family, how alone his mind was and overall, how much he was struggling. And the hardest part of all, what if his choice to be here instead of crawling back to Black Doom had been the wrong choice.

It made Eclipse's heart shatter for him. No one else would be able to understand this kid's pain like himself. Here alone might have the power to get through to him.

"You made the right choice and you are not alone," he insisted. "But there's something you need to know."

Eclipse gently titled his younger self's face upwards, seeing those bright gold eyes full of years and pain and suffering. Poor child. "It will get better," he said, speaking quiet but intensely. "But you have to ask for help."

"They can't help me."

"They can," Eclipse said. "You are not alone and people care about you. Shadow does and so does Wade. They want to help you, they want to make it better, but first you need to let them know you need it and be able to accept it.

His younger self's voice broke, smeared with tears and pain as he gazed upward, "are you sure? It will get better?"

"It will," Eclipse insisted, holding him close as the younger Eclipse sobbed into his chest plate, all the stress and pain leaking out of him.

He hoped this boy would listen, that hearing his older self tell him that there was hope, but he had to start reaching out, that he had to let go of some of his pride.

Gently, he stroked the boy's back and thought about what else he could do to help him.

no

fuck you

i dont care about them

what do you mean

leave me alone

/silly

[dsireland86]

The Things We Could Never Change

Chapter 2 Part 1

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NOAH AND SOPHIE HAVE MOVED ON FROM THE PAIN AND FOUND THE BEAUTY THAT COMES THROUGH TRUST AND LOVE.THE PAST IS NEVER REALLY THE PAST AND THE FUTURE IS UNKNOW.THE ONLY THING THEY BELIEVE IN IS THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE OTHER THAT THET'RE SCARED TO LOOSE BECAUSE THEY KNOW THEY'LL NEVER FIND IT IN ANYONE ELSE.MAYBE LOVE REALLY IS THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND.

--LINK TO CHAPTER 2 PT.2 AT THE BOTTOM--

Folio:

"I don't think this is the way I'm supposed to bait this hook, Nick! Can you help me, please before I chuck this stupid thing in the water?"

I turned around and couldn't resist laughing. Sophie had the line tangled around the pole with only a few inches of room for the hook and the most distraught look on her face. There was no way teaching her anything today was going to work.

"Here, give it to me," I chuckled, setting my bottle of water down, and taking the pole.

"First," I said, glancing over at her. She was watching my hands, but I could tell she wasn't feeling any of this. I began untangling the line that was tightly secured around my favorite fishing pole, wondering how in the hell she managed to do this. "We're not baiting any hook. They're trout; not bass." I grinned at her, but she just rolled her eyes. 

"Secondly, all of this just takes a little patience, Soph. If you have it, then things will go smoothly. If you don't well, this happens," lifting the pole and shaking my head.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her countenance falling.

"Hey, don't apologize. I'm just happy you want to spend time with me and at least try to learn." I felt my face redden a little

"You know I love spending time with you, Folio. You're one of my favorite people," she admitted with a shy smile. I felt a pang of jealousy hit my heart.

"I don't freaking know what happened though," shrugging her shoulders. "I was just trying to put a stupid worm on a stupid hook and the stupid pole didn't want to work with me." I looked over and saw how upset she was.

"Wow! Easy killer. It's no biggie. Fixable, see?" I held up the pole in the same condition I had brought it in; perfect. 

Sophie gave a half smile, kissing my cheek before walking away and throwing herself in a camping chair. 

"I have a feeling this isn't just about a fishing pole and bait."

"No," she answered flatly.

"Right, well, I think this calls for something a little stronger," I announced, opening the cooler next to me and retrieving two beers. I cracked one open and handed it to her. She accepted it gratefully, taking a long sip before I even had the chance to open mine.

"Soph, what's going on? You look stressed and exhausted. Is the new medicine not working?"

I brought over another camping chair and sat in front of her, making a statement I was ready for details. She sat back and took another long sip of her beer before placing it in the chair holder.

"I don't think so," shaking her head and fiddling with her thumbs. "I told my doctor, but he said I just needed to give it time. I feel like by the time it does start working I might be past the point of exhaustion and having sleep for dinner instead of food."

"Hey, that's my line."

She grinned at me before rolling her eyes again, propping her legs up on my lap.

"Seriously, though what's wrong?"

She hesitated before speaking.

"Do you know a girl by the name of Sarah?"

Holy fuck. Where did that come from?

Hanging my head, I adjusted my black Harley Davidson hat, trying to think of a way out of this conversation, but failed.

"Um, yeah the name sounds familiar," admitting, knowing I knew a whole lot more than I was letting on.

Here, Sophie leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. 

"Folio, why didn't you ever tell me Noah had a fiance?"

And there it was; the very thing I was trying to avoid.

"It wasn't my place I guess. You should know by now how private Noah is. He would have killed me if I told you." 

I may have been exaggerating a little, but if I had said anything to Sophie before Noah did, shit would have hit the fan.

"Nick, tell me honestly; should I be worried? Because Noah seemed pretty worked up when he found out."

I took my hat off and ran my hands through my hair, only to put it back on.

"How did Noah find out?" 

As I drank more of my beer, I listened to Sophie explain what happened the other day when Matt called Noah. 

"Who in their right fucking mind would hire her," I yelled, tossing mine and Sophie's empty bottles back in the cooler.

"That's exactly what Noah said. He and Matt are trying to figure it out. They think it might have something to do with the label and someone who works there who knows her."

"Yeah, that sounds like something Sarah would do."

"She's that bad?"

I looked over at Sophie, noticing the worry on her face. 

"If Sarah was still the same as I remember, then yeah, she's that bad if not worse. Did Noah go into any detail about what happened between them?"

Sophie shook her head. 

I went over to her, taking her hands and pulling her up. She was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen and smelled like a summer flower. Noah was a lucky guy and if he did anything to fuck up what he had going with Sophie, I promised myself I would beat the shit out of him. 

I was thankful to have Sophie's friendship at least; most of the time it was enough for me. But deep down, I kept my true feelings for her hidden, knowing how much it would wreck if anyone found out.

"I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready, Sophie, don't worry," pulling her in for a big hug. "What happened between them was a long time ago. Noah's had plenty of time to heal and move on from Sarah. It'll all be fine."

"And if it's not?", she asked, her head laying against my chest. 

I paused to think about this for a minute. What would happen?

"Then I'll be here to protect you," I answered, full of reassurance. 

Sophie looked up at me that sweet smile but the clouds of distraught were still there. She wasn't convinced by my words and to be honest neither was I.

Noah:

"This is fucking bullshit and you know it," I yelled into the phone at the stupid idiot on the other end. I was beyond pissed by now, having been on the phone most of the day trying to sort out the deliberately fucked up situation that was straining my nerves to their very ends. "I don't fucking care about contracts. Your girl did something wrong, something illegal, and it's going to affect our band in a very bad way. I want it fixed!" I slammed the front door shut, ignoring all the faces turning to look at me as I marched up the steps to my studio, slamming the door closed behind me. "So what you're telling me is that this chick on your end, the label's end, managed to have a contract written up for her friend that would guarantee her a job working with band crew, and it just so fucking happens it's my band she gets sent to? That's not a coincidence and you know it." I pinched the bridge of my nose to alleviate some of the pressure in my head but to no avail. I glanced down at my desk, setting sights on a recent photo of me and Sophie together and a sudden ache of guilt slammed into my heart. I was trying to avoid having to drag her into this fucked up drama with my ex, but was failing miserably. 

"Look, I can't work with this woman. She's a toxic person that I have a horrible history with and having her work with the Bad Omens crew is going to be the worst mistake ever." I paused, giving the asshat on the other end a chance to speak, but all he said was the same thing as before. "My hands are tied Noah, I'm sorry," hanging up the phone and leaving me hanging.  

"Argh, motherfucker," I screamed, rage pulsating through me, almost throwing my phone against the wall. I was fuming with so much anger, that the vein in my neck was bulging, and my jaw was hurting from how hard I'd been grinding my teeth together. 

This was a fucking nightmare; a mess I never asked for. I felt trapped, suffocating as thoughts of my past reared their ugly faces once again, threatening to destroy everything that Sophie and I were building, and suddenly I found myself on my way down of feeling low, losing grip on my mind. I never wanted Sophie to see this side of me; the side that made me feel like a letdown to everyone. I had to tell her; to be honest with her about what we were up against. Sarah was a force to be reckoned with. A fucked up, delusional, human being who knew all too well how to manipulate the right people to get what she wanted. Running my hands through my hair, I took a long, deep breath, realizing I needed a release from the tension that had built up inside me; a strong, decadent release from the emotions and thoughts warring within my mind. A soft knock suddenly came from the other side of the door along with Sophie's sweet voice calling my name, answering my silent plea.

Sophie:

I was almost asleep on Jolly's shoulder when the booming sound of Noah's voice followed by the harsh slamming of the front door, startled me, jerking my eyes wide open. Noah was yelling at someone about a girl, the label, and other inaudible words as he climbed the steps two at a time disappearing into his studio upstairs; the second slamming of a door echoing through the house.

"Holy fuck, what's his deal," Folio bellowed, appearing to be almost asleep himself. 

"One guess," Nick stated without looking up from his book.

"What?" I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"What? Noah's been on the phone most of the day with the label, trying to get them to fix the whole mess with Sarah being hired on as crew. I haven't seen him this pissed since,"

"Stop," Jolly interrupted, glaring a Nick with a raised eyebrow,

"I wasn't going there, Jolly. Calm down," Nicholas laughed lightly.

My hands rested on my lap nervously, as I thought about the whole situation with this Sarah person and what I was in the dark about. I hadn't even met her, yet I hated her, and watching Noah struggle the way he was with all of it was painful. He still hadn't told me their history, but I was hopeful he would soon.

"I should probably go check on him," I asserted. Jolly removed his arm from around me, making me already miss the comfort of his warmth, as I made my way upstairs to see what was wrong with Noah.

"Look, I can't work with this woman. She's a toxic person that I have a horrible history with and having her work with the Bad Omens crew is going to be the worst mistake ever." 

The regret I could hear in Noah's voice was crushing. Whatever happened in his past must have been not only devastating but detrimental too. Noah screamed, in the same manner, he would when he was on stage except this time with actual frustration. 

"Noah," I called, quietly knocking on the door. I was surprised by how fast the door opened and was instantly pulled into the room with the door closing behind me. Noah locked it and turned to me. 

His face was clouded with a perplexed look, but the magnetic appeal in his eyes held a sort of desirable darkness I was familiar with.

"Do you remember when you told me you were ready for me to have all of you?"

Closing the gap between us, Noah towered over me as he slid his hands around my waist and under my shirt, pulling me into him. My heart fluttered, immediately beating fast the moment his skin touched mine. "Yeah, I remember, and I meant it," I said, gently taking his face between my hands and tracing his bottom lip with my thumb.

He placed a moist kiss on the inside of my palm, leaving a dampness on my skin. The way he stared at me, dark eyebrow arched as he dragged his lust-filled eyes up and down my body, made me shiver. His breath was shaky either from the anger he was battling or that his self-control was wavering despite how hard he was resisting. 

"You can talk to me, you know. Whatever you have to say, I won't judge you or do anything that will hurt you, Noah. I just want to listen like you've always listened to me." 

He took my lips in his, kissing me softly, but I could feel his muscles flexing and grip tightening around me as he fought the urges his body was going through. He was tense and the breath he took when he kissed me was quick and loud. I needed to finally give this man the one thing he desperately needed from me; the one thing he'd been most respectful of.

"I don't fucking deserve you, Sophie," he confessed, laying his forehead on mine and closing his eyes. My hands wandered to his back, aching to feel his skin beneath them. I wanted his shirt off and tugged on it so he'd get the idea. After tossing it to the floor, Noah gathered me back up into his arms as I ran my hands up his chest, wrapping them behind his neck.

I laughed silently to myself, knowing how crazy he sounded. If anyone didn't deserve anyone, it was the other way around. I owed Noah the world after everything he'd done for me in the past year. In so many ways, he saved me.

"Yes, you do," kissing his cheek and brushing his hair back out of his face. I was eye-level with his chest, the dull colors of his tattoos so close I could see every detail. The word "desolate" stared me right in the face. It hurt to think that at some point in his life, Noah felt that way; empty, desolate. I prayed he still didn't. 

He shook his head, disagreeing with me. 

"Noah, look at me." He opened his eyes, no longer hiding the tears that lurked in their corners.

"You can't keep acting like if you let your guard down the world is going to end. Why don't you trust me enough to let me in?" 

He shrugged, quickly wiping away the one tear that escaped. I pulled him down and kissed his face. "I don't know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain from me; you don't." 

Noah clenched his jaw, hands moving up my body until they reached my shoulders and he pulled my shirt off, throwing it to the floor next to his. He pulled me in close, our chests pressed firmly together, and his hardness, which said he was hungry for me, pushed tight against my belly. His long fingers danced over the skin on my shoulders and back sending all kinds of signals between my thighs, making my muscles tighten like never before. I wanted him now more than ever and if I didn't get him soon I was going to internally combust. 

"You warm my soul, Sophie," he whispered in my ear, taking it in his mouth and sucking it lightly. A soft moan escaped me as I felt myself crumpling in his hands. 

"Whenever I'm around you, I feel alive," he continued, sliding his large hands under my bra and pulling it up, over my head, exposing my bare breasts to his hungry eyes. "And for a while, I can forget about my demons."

Noah's lips found mine again. They were desperate and needy and full of longing.

His hands found my breasts, their size completely engulfing them as he massaged and played with my nipples which immediately hardened at his touch. I couldn't hold back the sounds escaping me, but Noah didn't seem to mind.  

"I wanna fuck you, Sophie. I need to. Is that okay?" 

Noah's bluntness shocked me but didn't surprise me. I understood what he was feeling because I was feeling it too. I knew it was time to let him have my body as he had my heart.

I nodded my head, but he wouldn't accept that. "I need your words, Baby," he demanded in a tone I never heard before. I swallowed, hard. "Yes."

Like a switch that went off, Noah's face went from sweet to feral in a matter of seconds. He seized my hips, clamping down on them so hard I was sure there'd be bruises later, slamming his lips to mine and his tongue in my mouth. I knew at this point that he was in complete control and I was all too willingly surrendering.

"I want to cum inside you," he said bluntly, yanking my leggings down, forcefully until they were off and in the same pile as our shirts. "You're still on birth control, right?" pushing me against the desk, indicating me to sit. I nodded, too overwhelmed with what was going on to speak, sliding my bottom on top of the cold hardness of the desk like I was told. 

"Good." 

Noah paused for a moment, looking me over as I sat in only my panties on the top of his desk, waiting for him.

"You have no idea how long I've dreamed of fucking you like this," he said, sliding his joggers off. His hard cock was clearly visible through his black briefs, the length, and size of it making my eyes widen. Noah smiled, chuckling softly. 

"Do you think I won't fit?" My cheeks grew warm, snitching on my insecurities. Spreading my legs, Noah planted himself in between them, reaching for the tops of my panties, pulling them off, and placing them in the right side drawer. 

"Those are mine," he stated firmly. 

I didn't argue.  

"Don't worry, Baby. It'll fit perfectly inside your sweet little pussy; like a glove." Noah winked. I whimpered over the feeling that hit me as I watched Noah remove his briefs and yank me closer to him. He pumped himself a few times spreading the precum over the tip, preparing to slip it inside me. My breath caught in my throat over knowing this man before me and everything that came with him was mine, and the emotions that hit me were a lot. I couldn't think straight and didn't even notice when Noah reached behind my head and grabbed me with his free hand until I felt his kiss.

"You are fucking lethal to my self-control, you know that," I expressed, just as he slid two fingers inside my wet pussy, making me cry out. I threw my hand over my mouth to keep quiet, but he quickly pulled it away.

"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you." 

"But everyone downstairs," I whined, his fingers hitting the very spot inside me that felt heavenly, pulling another loud cry from me. With my hands behind me, palms flat on the desk, I tried to contain the sounds that were escaping but was failing miserably. 

"I don't give a fuck if they can hear us. I want to hear you scream for me, Princess." He gave me that smile that sent the butterflies in my stomach flying while pushing his strong fingers in and out of my sex harder and faster than ever before, never taking his eyes off me, making my moans grow louder. Our lips found each other as the version of me that once suggested we were meant for anything but this, melted away. 

"Noah," calling to him from the blissful part of my heart. 

"What is it, Baby?"

I was letting my emotions get the best of me, but he needed to hear how I really felt about him. 

"Noah, for the longest time, I believed love was a myth, something I didn't deserve because the only thing I had to compare it to was the life I had with Perry. But then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too. Noah," I paused, licking my lips knowing I was about to take a huge risk, "Noah, I'm in love with you and I can't deny it anymore; I don't want to." 

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore as they slowly rolled down my cheeks. I was laid open like a book for Noah, exposing every vulnerable part of me. Noah stayed silent, reading me with his lustful eyes. His face was void of emotion, making it hard to know what line I'd just crossed. 

"Say something," I said, searching his eyes for some kind of response. He smiled, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Fuck this foreplay shit. You deserve the real thing," pulling his fingers out of me. Noah slid his fingers which were covered in my juices over his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up to my pussy's entrance, plunging inside me with no warning, making me scream out his name in a lustful moan.  

"There it is," he said, grabbing my leg and holding it to his hip while wrapping his hand around my neck, lips finding mine as he began to thrust long and deep inside my wetness that was just for him. It took me a moment to adjust to him. It had been a while since, well since I was intimate, and to be perfectly honest, Perry was no match for Noah. The way Noah filled me was complete and I wasn't left wanting for anything more; just him, and at the moment I couldn't get him deep enough in me. My walls tightened around him with every thrust and pull he made, earning him a moan or a cry that I had no control over. 

"Goddamn, Sophie you're so fucking wet and tight, I can't," but he cut his words off, pushing his cock further into me. A low savage growl came from deep inside him. 

He leaned further into me, his hot breath covering my neck and head almost against my chest, as he savagely gathered me into him so that I could finally wrap my arms around him. 

I ran my nails across his shoulders, feeling the sweat that was already building on his skin, holding him to me in hopes that for a brief moment, I could make him feel safe, and from the way he clung to me, he did. Eventually, our steady speed turned into an unrelenting tempo and I couldn't hear anything but his grunts, my moans, and the sound of our skin slapping together.  

"I can't believe this is real; that you're real. I've been aching to be inside you," he breathed between each hard thrust. "I've needed this for too long, Sophie, and not just the sex, but sex with you." I managed to peer down and watch as his thick cock disappeared into my body, bringing my eyes up to meet his and see the enigmatic look on his face.

Noah was relentless against my pussy that was craving everything he was doing to it and I couldn't get enough of him inside me. "Sophie," he said softly, finally slowing his pace for a moment and letting me catch my breath. He took my face between his hands, pulling me to him, and dragging his lips across the skin of my neck and throat, sucking one specific spot until I could feel it bruising. He let go, bringing his eyes up to meet mine.

"God, why are you so fucking beautiful," kissing my lips violently. I couldn't resist the urge to smile. 

"This is going to sound corny as hell."

"Just say it."

"It wasn't until I met you that I understood I'd never been in love before." He brushed the strands of free hair out of my face. "I'm in love with you too, Sophie, and I want to spend every day proving it to you." 

I grinned, moving my hips around to feel his thickness inside me. I watched his eyes close and that satisfying look fall over his face again. 

"You like how that feels, my love," I cooed.

Noah nodded sluggishly. I sat up with him still inside me, latching on to his tight bottom and pushing further into me. His low grunts triggered another round of endorphins that made my pussy wetter.

"I don't need you to spend every day proving it, Noah. I already know. You've done things for me, and to me," I snickered, "that I've never experienced before." I ran my hands up his sides, relishing the feeling of his soft, tight skin beneath my fingertips. 

My body squirmed, begging Noah to continue what he started, and whimpered as his hand found my neck again. With his lips on mine, he whispered in my ear, "You are mine and only mine. You are my girl. Understand?" His fingers tightened around me, squeezing lightly until I was feeling a sort of high. 

"As long as you know you're mine and I'm not the kind of girl that shares. I will fight her for you Noah, and I'll win." 

Noah chuckled tightening his grip on my neck. My airwave was constricted, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how fucking good it felt as he started his thrusting pace back up, massaging my inner walls even harder than before. "Your jealousy is already too fucking hot. She'd be a fool to cross your path." 

By this time I was pushing so hard against his thrust, craving the feeling of his cock inside me, that I was a writhing mess in his hands. My body was dying to reach its climax and was willing to do anything at this point to reach it. I braced myself against the bottom of the desk again, allowing Noah to use me as he needed to reach his release. My body was shivering and the built-up pressure in my stomach told me only one thing; I was almost there. 

Just thinking about this made my back arch and cries fell mercilessly from my mouth like rain. Noah quickened his pace, grabbing both my legs and locking them firmly around him. I felt completely surrounded by him, safe inside the dome of protection he created around us. Slowly, the fire in my body concentrated on the fire building in my core. My body started to shake and I was growing light-headed.

"Noah, fuck, baby, I'm almost there," I said gasping, taking a handful of his hair and tugging it. 

"That's it, my Princess. Fucking cum on me. I want to feel you. I need to feel you," he begged, taking his thumb and pushing it lightly on my clit. The circular motions he began made me moan louder.

"I love seeing you like this Sophie; so spread open and vulnerable in my hands. You don't know what you do to me, how fucking crazy you make me. I love you, Sophie." 

It was the first time either one of us said those exact three-letter words and the way it made me feel was unexplainable. I cried out harder than before, feeling like my entire body was on fire and about to explode. "Harder, Noah. Please, harder," I panted, almost reaching my climax. I knew I was being too loud, but I couldn't stop myself. "You look beautiful, Princess. I'm so fucking in love with you," he laughed. Finding his eyes, I saw the adoration for me in them and it was enough to pull one last cry from me before my walls collapsed around him, flooding me with such a beautiful release that my eyes welled up with tears. My orgasm hit me like a massive tidal wave, crashing into me without mercy, and I could feel myself cumming. "Fucking hell, Noah," I cried, grabbing his arms and digging my nails deep into his skin. He growled, hissing through his teeth as continued to lightly fuck me, pulling every last drop of my climax out of me.  

"You sound so damn beautiful, baby," Noah praised me, leaning over and latching his lips to one of my nipples. He sucked the hard peak first, lapping the tip before nipping the end, and then worked his tongue to the outside area, circling the skin and dragging his teeth over it. Switching to my other breast, Noah repeated his work as his hands roamed my body as if trying to memorize it. 

"Noah," I stammered, trying to speak the words that formed in my head but were impossible to say as he worked my body, trying to pull a second orgasm from me. My hands found his hair and I ran my fingers through its softness, sighing at the feeling 

"You think you have another one in you?" he asked, pulling me up and lifting me off the desk. "No. I'm drained," confessing as I wrapped my body around him, placing small kisses on his face and neck. He set me down carefully on the gray couch and a huge smile appeared on my face at the memory this couch held. "That look says otherwise," he said with a smirk, kneeling in front of me. 

"Noah, what are you doing?" His tattooed hands slid up my thighs, the darkness of them bringing out the paleness of my skin, and parted them, exposing my swollen sex to him. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as his deep dark eyes took in the sight of me.  

"You know, I thought that your pussy looked delicious before, but now that I've properly fucked it, it looks so mouthwatering, a could almost cum without even tasting you." Noah licked his lips before wrapping his arms around my legs, tugging me down toward his face, and plunging deep inside me with his mouth that I just about saw stars from the intense rush it gave me. I forced my hand over my mouth, this time covering it to save myself even more embarrassment. I moaned against my skin, biting any flesh my teeth could find. Noah let up, taking my leg and draping it over his shoulder to get a better angle. "I thought I told you not to do that," he scolded, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear your sweet moans." "Yeah, but I'm so embarrassed. The others are downstairs and I'm sure they don't want to hear us." 

The look on his face was priceless and it made me giggle. "It's impossible for you to not overthink anything isn't it," he chuckled bringing his wet lips to mine, and kissing me until I could taste myself on him. "I said I don't give a fuck if they hear. They'd better get used to it because they're going to hear it a lot more than just tonight." He rubbed our noses together and tickled my side, making me laugh and squirm beneath him. We stared at each other for a moment, drinking one another in and trying to memorize every detail. I felt his cock, which was still fully hard, rub against my center, stirring the arousal inside me, and suddenly I wanted his mouth on me again. "Make me cum again, Noah," I whispered, pushing against him as I wiggled my hips and watched his lips curl into his precious smile. 

"Yes ma'am." Kissing my thighs and biting them, I jerked, the feeling intense, but welcoming. At first, his fingers parted my folds, and he slipped a finger inside me, but when he applied his mouth and worked my core so gently, a rush swept over me. I clawed at the fabric of the cushion, bucking my hips at every flick and circle his tongue made. He lapped up my wetness, sucking as much of it as he could before swallowing. "I'll never get enough of the way you taste," he muttered against my tightly clenched pussy, which was almost on the verge of cumming again. I just needed one more thing.

"I'm almost there, Baby. Use your fingers," I moaned, panting so heavily at the feeling of my second orgasm. As soon as Noah did what I asked, it only took a few pumps of his fingers to draw it out, and soon I was a shivering, shuttering mess in his hands again. Noah didn't even give me time to recover as he pulled me to the floor and slid himself gracefully between my legs, filling me with himself once more. This time I was able to properly hold onto him and allow him to take what he needed to find his own release. "God, you feel so fucking amazing wrapped around me, Sophie. I want this forever." "Forever?" I asked, surprised. His eyes met mine and he grinned, pecking my lips quickly. "You're making me cum, baby, I'm almost," he grunted, yelled, and then spilled himself inside me, coating my entire insides with his release. 

"Holy, fuck," collapsing into me so I could wrap him up in my arms. He was sweaty and sticky, and completely out of breath, but I loved every part of it. I didn't mind the pressure of his body against mine; I was just happy to have him. All of him.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this point, Noah," I confessed, running my hands up and down his back. "I'm sorry if you ever felt I didn't trust you enough." 

"No, don't do that," he mumbled into my neck, planting soft kisses. "Don't apologize. You were healing. I understand that." He pushed himself up, holding his weight off me by the strength of his arms. His silver chain dangled down, and I couldn't resist the urge to play with it. "Sophie, you never have to apologize for guarding yourself because of what that piece of shit did to you." Standing up and slipping his briefs on, Noah grabbed a blanket and a pillow from the couch along with his shirt and laid back down next to me. He cleaned me up the best he could considering where we were with no access to a bathroom, and when we were finally settled, I snuggled into the crook of his arm, throwing my arm over him and hugging him tight. It was so warm and soft next to him, reminding me of the perfect spot you'd find in your bed, surrounded by a bunch of pillows. Bringing his arm around me, Noah began to caress my shoulder, letting his fingers slide across my skin lazily as we both began to grow tired. 

Even though we both knew where each other stood now, confessing our love and refusing other people at this point, there was a deeply hidden fear that began to latch itself in me. It was the kind of fear that was just about as terrifying as the thought of Perry; paralyzing. 

"Noah, can I ask you something?" 

"You know you can," he replied, sleepily. 

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened with you and Sarah?"

I felt his body go rigid and his hand squeeze my shoulder. I was suddenly worried I'd crossed a horrible line the second he pulled his arm out from under me and sat up. I was afraid to look at his face, fearing I had made him angry. 

"You deserve to know," Noah agreed with a sigh. "I can't avoid it, can I? We share everything now at this point," reaching over and taking my hand. I gave him my best half-smile, earning me a sweet caress of his fingers across my cheek. Pulling the blanket with me, I nestled myself in between his legs like he asked me to and leaned back against his body as he began telling me the story of his relationship with Sarah and how it all went wrong. My heart wasn't prepared for what I heard and I now understood why Noah was the man he was today. She broke his heart.  

CHAPTER 2 PT.2

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Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Returning Home

Main Story

Released from Quarantine

Reunions

Game Plan

The humans go back to the AOT world.

"Bag?" Jack asked.

"Check!" Miko showed the bag.

"Phone and portable charger?"

"Check!" Miko showed her phone and charger.

"Comm. link?"

"Check!" She pulled back her hair to reveal the ear-piece.

"Water?"

"Check!" she showed the water bottle, "And snacks!"

"Obviously we're strapped." Jack gestured to their bullet proof suits and the guns around their waist.

"Invincible baby!" Miko placed two peace signs in front of her eyes and winked.

"Um, why do we have to where these under our shirts?" Willy asked as he pulled up his shirt to reveal black armor similar to that of Jack and Miko's.

"Even though all of you helped out during the Rumbling, there's probably not going to be a lot of people who see it that way and might want to kill you," Rafael explained as he put on his lab coat, "Those are bullet proof vests designed from very advanced materials, so it should protect against something as simple as a pistol or rifle from your world."

"It feels a little uncomfortable," Kenshin confessed.

"You'll get used to it," Rafael reassured, "A lot of bullet proof vests open to the public are very thick and heavy. These are supposed to be thinner and flexible so it won't be noticed by the average person."

"I like it!" Sasha declared.

"Thanks, Sasha," Rafael said to her.

"Bummed that I don't get one," Jean commented as he wheeled up to everyone else.

"Are you sure he can't come with us?" Armin asked Jack.

"It's better if he stays behind and focuses on his recovery," Jack answered, "Raf will be making you a new leg, and you'll have to learn how to walk again, but once you're able to make a full recovery, you can come and help out. Just reach out to Agent Fowler or my mom."

"Thanks," Jean said.

"Dude, Fowler's your stepdad." Miko placed an arm over his shoulder, "You don't have to be formal like-!"

"Let's go to the Nemesis!" Jack shouted before walking away, his face red with embarrassment.

"Fowler's his stepdad?" Onyankopon asked in surprise while Miko was snickering.

"Yeah, Jack's got some hiccups about it still. I don't know why," Rafael sighed.

"Bye Jean." Sasha kneeled down and hugged him, "We'll make sure to find Mikasa."

"I hope so," Jean whispered as he let Sasha go. Jean and Rafael continued to wave goodbye to the others as they walked out of Unit E to the sight of a military base in the desert.

"I do hope that my family will be taken care of here," Willy commented.

"They'll be fine." Miko shrugged.

"Hanji's probably upset that they won't be able to join us," Onyankopon added.

"They broke out of quarantine, so they gotta pay the price for it," Jack declared as he finished typing away on his phone. He locked the screen and put the device away in his bag before the spacebridge opened up in front of all of them.

"...Just looking at it is making me nauseous," Kenshin declared.

"Yeah, it would have been better to start you guys off with a groundbridge, but groundbridges only go so far," Jack explained before beckoning them forward, "Let's go!"

Everyone followed Jack through the spacebridge. They ignored the headaches and nausea that they were feeling as they made it safely to the other side, right on top of the Nemesis. The humans were taken aback by the soldiers and medical professionals still running around trying to provide food, water, and medical aid to these people. However Jack and Miko remained unfazed.

"How mad do you think Buckethead is having all the humans on his old ship?" Miko grinned at Jack.

"I genuinely don't know anymore," Jack confessed as he and the others walked forward into the hallway.

"I'm sorry, this belonged to Megatron?" Willy ran up to Jack to ask the question.

"Yep, the Decepticon Warship," Jack explained, "The Autobots had a base in Jasper, Nevada while Megatron had this thing flying around the planet and into space."

"It's so...dreary," Willy commented.

"Yeah, well the Decepticons were all about 'Death, Destruction, Mayhem!'" Miko shouted, scaring a few of the people, "Might as well match the aesthetic."

"It's a poor design choice," Kenshin proclaimed, causing Miko to laugh.

"How many Decepticons lived on this ship?" Armin couldn't help but ask.

"We never really got a head count, but we are friends with a lot of them now," Jack explained.

"I'm sorry, friends?" Onyankopon asked in surprise.

"STEVE! SKARMORY!" Miko waved in delight at the two titans slowly walking down the hall to avoid the humans. The other humans couldn't help but notice the similarities between the two, like their build and faces and claws. However, one of them had wheels in their shoulders and was purple, while the other was silver and had the wings of a plane.

"Miko, help!" The purple one begged.

"Alright everyone move it! Let the titans pass!" She shouted as she ran towards them.

"You're friends with former Decepticons?" Sasha asked in surprise, "I thought you guys hated them."

"There were a lot of Decepticons that were victims of war and Megatron, and really doing what they could to survive," Jack explained as they walked towards the two titans, "Some vehicons like them were in terrible positions before they joined up with Megatron. Didn't really have much of a choice in what they wanted before the war and during it. It's an Autobot driven Cybertron, but the council has been doing their best to provide fair and balanced views for both Autobots and Decepticons. They were trying to honor Optimus' wishes for peace."

"Alright, pathway's clear!" Miko gestured to the hallway.

"Thanks," The purple one said, "All of these humans are...new."

"They're gross," The silver one declared.

"Hey, be nice, Skarmory!" Miko scolded him.

"Look, I can handle two, maybe three humans, not this!" Skarmory declared, "It's like watching what you humans called ants crawling everywhere."

"I am a feisty ant and I do bite!" Sasha raised her hand.

"This is Steve." Jack pointed to the purple one who happily waved 'hello', "And Skarmory." The silver one reluctantly waved 'hello'. All the other humans nervously waved at them.

"What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys cleared your tasks months ago and were off the hook for war crimes," Miko asked as them.

"There are a few other vehicons that need their crimes cleared and the council thought it was a good idea to have two 'outstanding vehicons'." Skarmory put the word into air quotes, "Help serve as an example and keep the vehicons motivated."

"I mean...it's nice to do some honest work and not get blasted at," Steve shrugged.

"I would prefer the mines over this!" Skarmory yelled.

"Do you guys happen to know where Ratchet and Ultra Magnus are?" Jack asked.

"Ratchet's back on Cybertron," Steve explained, "Ultra Magnus is in the deck of the ship with Wheeljack and Bulkhead-!"

"OOOO! Let's see them first! I haven't seen Wheeljack in three years!" Miko exclaimed.

"To the deck!" Steve pointed forward.

Willy couldn't help but feel out of place as the titans and the two humans continued their conversation. The 104th and Onyankopon didn't seem bothered by their environment, or the two titans talking like regular people. Even Kenshin was accepting of the scene before him. This new world was so chaotic, something he never even dreamed of. Willy snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the door open and was met with the sight of the control room of the ship that he was one just a month ago. He saw those familiar titans: Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack typing away and driving the ship, along with a few more of these 'vehicons'.

"WHEELJACK!" Miko screamed causing Wheeljack to snap his helm towards her.

"MIKO!" the Wrecker grinned as Miko bolted towards him. He kneeled down and the agent hugged his arm.

"Dude! You're okay!" Miko smiled as she let him go.

"Yeah, my injuries weren't too bad compared to 'Cee's," Wheeljack explained, "And look at you. You traded your Wrecker outfit for a boring uniform."

"Oh c'mon! Don't give me that! The U.S. military is strict! And I was forced to remove the pink in my hair! This!" Miko gestured to her half-shaven head, "Is the best defiance I can get right now!"

Wheeljack snickered in response before turning his attention to the 104th. He was surprised to see them as he walked over to them and kneeled down.

"You guys are okay." Wheeljack sighed with relief.

"...most of us are," Sasha mumbled.

"Yeah, I heard...I'm sorry," Wheeljack apologized.

Sasha took a deep breath to hide her tears before nodding.

"Where are the others?" Wheeljack asked.

"Still on Earth," Armin explained, "Levi and Jean are still in the hospital, Erwin is watching over the both of them and Hanji has to stay on Earth for longer because they broke out of quarantine."

"Heh. Nice." Wheeljack smirked.

"That behavior should not be encouraged," Ultra Magnus warned as he walked up to the humans. He then turned his attention to the two vehicons, "Can the two of you man the ship?"

"Yes, sir." Steve went to take over Ultra Magnus' post while Skarmory reluctantly took over Wheeljack's post.

"I apologize for the chaos before you," Ultra Magnus said, "Your world's apocalyptic events has left many locations in shambles. We are doing our best to rectify the problem."

"Are there any world leaders that you have found that as still alive, sir? People I can get into contact with?" Willy asked.

"I assume that you are Willy Tybur," Ultra Magnus addressed.

"Yes, and this is Kenshin Tenno: the new emperor-!"

"I have no idea if I'm the ruler of anything," Kenshin cut him off.

"Your name is Tenno?" Ultra Magnus asked him.

"Yes, why?" Kenshin pressed.

"We do have some world leaders that we've come into contact with, only one of them has been willing to really speak to us. A woman under the name of Kiyomi Azumabito," Ultra Magnus explained.

Kenshin gasped and covered his mouth while the 104th snapped their heads to Ultra Magnus in shock.

"Kiyomi? She's still alive?!" Historia exclaimed.

"You are familiar with her?" Ultra Magnus asked them.

"We were becoming allies with Hizuru through her," Armin explained, "But the fact that she's alive...she must've stayed on the island during the Rumbling and left once it was over."

"We can ask her about Paradis!" Sasha exclaimed.

"Where is my aunt?!" Kenshin demanded.

"I understand your urgency, but we still need to speak with Arcee and bring-!"

The door opened once again, and everyone turned to see Arcee standing there, looking alive and healthy. Next to her pedes were Annie and-!

"Ymir!" Historia ran towards her.

"Histori-Hmp!" Historia kissed Ymir dead on the lips before Ymir picked her up and spun her around.

"Uh...."

"Say a word and I hit you," Miko warned Willy.

"...Hey," Armin addressed Annie. Annie turned her attention to Armin and was genuinely relieved to see him alive.

"Hey." Annie couldn't help but smile.

"...you two good?" Jack asked them with a raise eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're fine." Armin regained his composure with Annie coughed into her hand. Armin; however, noticed that there was a cut on Annie's thumb that didn't heal, "Your finger!"

Annie looked down at the cut on her thumb and smiled a little. "Yeah...the power of the titans is officially gone. We're just ordinary people."

"Really?" Historia looked at Ymir with a smile on her face.

"Yeah," Ymir nodded.

"It's gone? The Eldians...are free?" Willy asked in surprise.

"Okay! Happy! Fine! My aunt! Let's go!" Kenshin interjected.

"Hey, Kenshin, calm down," Jack told him.

"My aunt is alive! I need to get to her!" Kenshin yelled at him.

"Bulkhead, come with us to help with construction!" Ultra Magnus ordered the Wrecker.

"You sure?" Bulkhead turned to look at his Commander.

"The vehicons can keep the ship in the sky. The humans on the ground need some assistance," Ultra Magnus declared.

"Alright, you guys got this." Bulkhead stepped away from the console and waved to the vehicons.

"Bye Bulkhead!" Steve waved goodbye as the Autobots and the humans left the main deck and continued down the hall. Wheeljack picked up Miko and placed her on her shoulder, letting the girl excitedly ramble on about what had been happening since he was gone. Jack couldn't help but smile at that before turning his attention to Arcee. He was going to speak to her to say hi after all this time, but the Autobot had turned her attention to Sasha.

"I heard about what happened. How are you feeling?" She asked her.

"...I still feel like I want to drown," Sasha admitted in a hushed tone, "And I'm just trying to hide it."

"It'll feel like that for a while, but it'll pass and you'll be able to accept it," Arcee reassured, "I promise."

Jack noticed the way that Sasha smiled at her sadly and decided to withhold his conversation for another time. Meanwhile, Armin couldn't help but notice the way that Jack stared at Arcee and Sasha, but decided to refrain from saying anything. He then noticed a shiny, red, titan walking down the hall, typing away on a datapad in his servo. Armin saw him open a door as they passed the room, and he gasped at the sight of Megatron lying down on the berth. He had lost his left arm and there was a tube connected to his chest. His right arm and legs were cuffed to the berth, and his optics were shut, clearly not awake for any of this.

Armin was about to step inside the room, but someone grabbed his wrist before the door shut. Armin snapped his head back, but froze when he saw Jack staring at him in warning. He shook his head silently, but didn't let go of him. Armin stared at the hand holding him and took a deep breath before calming down, allowing Jack to let go of him before they continued following Ultra Magnus.

Ultra Magnus opened the door to a room filled with metal cubes. He sent a silent message to the vehicons, and the humans gasped at the sight of the floor opening up to reveal the ground so far below. A yellow tube then appeared and shot down towards the ground below before a yellow platform appeared directly in front of them.

"Step on. This will take us to the ground." Ultra Magnus stepped onto the platform.

The Autobots stepped onto the platform with ease while the rest of the humans were hesitant at the idea. Jack was the first to step on before offering his hand to them. Armin took a deep breath before stepping forward and taking Jack's hand. Jack pulled him onto the platform, and Armin couldn't help but sigh with relief at the feeling of stability. The other humans slowly followed and stood on the platform. They jolted when the platform moved and went down the yellow tube. The closer they got to the ground, the more that Armin could see. He saw a refugee camp, damaged buildings, people on the ground providing food and clothes, the large footprints caused by the Colossal Titans.

They...they were home.

Kenshin peered down the elevator to try and spot Kiyomi on the ground. But he couldn't tell with this many people in one location. It was like looking at Kyoto through the top of the palace. The lower they descended the clearer their faces got, and Kenshin gasped at the sight of a familiar woman with two tall guards standing in front of the yellow tube. The platform hit the ground and the yellow energy disappeared, allowing Ultra Magnus and the Autobots to step off.

"Ultra Magnus," Kiyomi greeted the titan.

"Azumabito," he replied in kind.

"You've returned earlier than I anticipated. I hope it's some good-!" Kiyomi's words died in her throat when she saw Kenshin push his way past the other humans, "K-!...Kenshin?"

"Auntie!" Kenshin cried as he nearly tripped over the metal running forward. Kiyomi broke face as she embraced her nephew, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Huh, that's probably why you didn't give him scrap," Wheeljack whispered to Ultra Magnus.

"Many have been traumatized by these events," Ultra Magnus reasoned, "Pulling ranks is insulting for something like this. They are not even soldiers. They're civilians."

"What are you doing here?! How did you even get here?!" Kenshin released his aunt, "I thought you were somewhere else! I-!"

"I made a call to stay on Paradis when I heard the political turmoil on the island, I didn't realize that Eren had enacted the Rumbling! And I was afraid to sail into the waters while the Colossal Titans were in there!" Kiyomi explained, "I'm sorry, but I had to wait until the Rumbling was far enough to sail across the water! There was so much damage I didn't know where to stop!"

"Mom and dad!" Kenshin was wrecked by sobs, "Abba and Amma are gone!"

"I know." Kiyomi nodded solemnly before grabbing his face, "I know Kenshin, but you are alive! You are alive and that what's they wanted more than anything!"

Kiyomi embraced Kenshin as the two continued to cry in sorrow and happiness. As they continued to grieve, Armin realized something. It sounded like Kiyomi didn't reach Hizuru. Or maybe she avoided it. She struggled to find a place to land...but...she somehow knew that Taisho and Katsuko were dead? That didn't make sense. How did she hear that information?

"Ambassador," Armin spoke up as he approached them. Kiyomi looked up at him a little annoyed and wanting to focus on her nephew.

"How did you know about the Emperor and Empress' death?" Armin asked. "Did someone from Hizuru tell you?"

Kiyomi thought it over before reluctantly shaking her head. "No...Mikasa told me."

Armin's mouth dropped at that.

"Right before she asked me to take her back to Paradis," Kiyomi explained.

"Mikasa's on Paradis?!" Sasha exclaimed, "How did you even find her?!"

"I ran into her by chance...and she told me everything," Kiyomi explained, "I offered her a boat ride back to Paradis before coming back here and meeting Ultra Magnus for the first time."

"That's good," Jack chimed in, "We don't have to search the whole world for her. She's alive and she's on Paradis."

"Can we please see her?!" Armin asked Jack, "Please!"

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Kiyomi wiped her tears, "When I found her...the poor girl looked so miserable. She...she felt so guilty about..." She turned her attention to the nephew crying in her arms and hugged him tighter.

Jack sighed. "Look, Armin, she's on Paradis. Meaning we can try to find her while checking on the political state of the island."

"I also need to check on my father and make sure he's alright," Annie informed.

"If you know where he is, then we can check on him first," Jack reasoned.

"As of right now, we have brought him and the Tybur." Ultra Magnus gestured to Willy as he stepped forward.

"Willy," Kiyomi greeted with a neutral expression, "...I heard about your sister...I'm sorry."

"No need for apologies," Willy insisted.

"The Tybur will serve as an ambassador to help mitigate tensions between titan and human," Ultra Magnus declared.

"I understand." Kiyomi let Kenshin go as he continued to wipe his tears, "I will help you get into contact with them."

Armin wanted to protest but everyone was already moving along and following Kiyomi. He looked back up to the ship, wondering how Megatron even was before sighing in defeat. Addressing the effects of the Rumbling mattered more. He had to help. Armin followed the others behind without another word; however, his thoughts were screaming at him.

Where on the island was Mikasa? And was she alright?

(So a lot going on. The humans are back on the AOT world. A few cameos from my AUs. We finally know where Mikasa is! Now, there's still two more parts to the anthology and after that, and then I will be working on the next chapter! Next part of the anthology will be going back to Cybertron for a moment!)

[dyns33]

A chaste meeting

I had no idea for a title but I wanted a Murderdock x ex chaste reader

(I really hate the new posting version, I'm not sure how to edit and I don't know if the post is too long)

Y/N knew as soon as she saw Matthew Murdock.

Well, no, not right away.

She knew there was something about him, something familiar, in his posture, in his tense shoulders, his calm demeanor, his hands gripping his cane tightly like a weapon.

But it wasn't until their first date that she noticed the ninjas watching them.

At first, she didn't make the connection.

Being a former disciple of Stone, following the precepts of the Chastes and having promised to fight against the Hand, she thought they were there for her. But that seemed unlikely, since Y/N was fifteen when Stone died, and hadn't continued the fight, accepting defeat and seeking a normal life.

Her meeting with Matthew Murdock was neither planned nor necessary.

She didn't need a lawyer, she didn't know anyone who needed a lawyer, she stayed away from trouble, and so there was no reason for their paths to cross, or for him to care about her.

Very quickly Y/N would learn that the Devil didn't pay attention to people who weren't useful to him. So their meeting, then their relationship, was strange.

It happened at Murdock's favorite cafe. Another strange thing, that Matt Murdock had a favorite cafe, when he had been raised more or less like a heartless killing machine.

"They make the best coffee in town, darling. Organic, with brown sugar, and great quality coffee. No chemical tastes. Perfection."

Well, he may not have had a soul or a heart anymore, but Matt still had his personal tastes, in addition to having an extreme sensitivity, whether it was his easily changing mood, but also his still functional four senses.

Y/N was ashamed to admit it, but it was because he was blind that she wasn't really suspicious right away. She had noticed the little things, but considering that he might have been a fighter before he lost his sight, and that he was now the mob's lawyer, using his knowledge as weapons, but nothing more.

Then she remembered Stick.

She had never met Stick. Stone had told her about him, saying he was a stupid asshole, far too soft on his apprentices. The old owl was blind, but that didn't stop him from being fearsome. There were another ways to see.

Stick had died years before Stone, killed by the Hand. Rumors said his best apprentice was with him when it happened, but his body was never found.

Her former master did not give her a name. He did not tell her that the disciple was blind too. No, he resumed training, nearly breaking her legs and an arm.

She didn't miss that time. And she absolutely didn't want to go through that again with the Hand.

But it seemed impossible to escape Matt Murdock when he decided you were his.

Foggy Nelson whispered it to her when the Devil introduced them.

"I'm not really his best friend. We're not really friends. We're doing each other favors. It's complicated."

"Why are you telling me this ?"

"Because you seem nice. I don't want him to hurt you. Don't try to run away and don't trust him."

In a corner, Matt was watching them, waiting for Y/N's response. She said nothing, finishing her drink, not indicating whether she was taking the advice seriously and remaining perfectly calm.

It wasn't the first time she had heard such things. From the first day, there had been more or less hidden threats in Murdock's sentences, when their hands had touched in the coffee trying to take the sugar.

"After you." he purred with a big smile. "Unless you finish the sugar, I'll be terribly upset."

"There's enough sugar for both of us."

"I take a lot of sugar."

"Not me, I like my coffee almost as black as my boss's heart."

It made him laugh, though Y/N couldn't tell if it was a straight laugh. It was always impossible to know when Matt was playing a role and when he was serious. Maybe he was never totally serious and his personality was partly a role he had played for too long to remember what was inside.

She guessed it by seeing the ninjas. She was sure of it when she met Otomo-san.

He reminded her a little of Stone. Impassive and dangerous, watching them discreetly. He called Matt 'Master Murdock', but she wasn't stupid. Neither was Matt. Even though the Hand had given him a title and responsibilities, he remained their property, he had no freedom, and he was in control of nothing, especially not his life.

His relationship with Y/N was not really acceptable, nor accepted.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he stayed with her. Because it annoyed his superiors, and Matt loved annoying people.

He was also maybe a bit lonely. Sometimes, when they were alone in his room and he took off his glasses, Y/N seemed to see something in his big empty eyes. Not sadness, but a form of weariness.

Without saying anything, she caressed his cheek, which made him groan. Matt hated pity. But he let her, not moving as she took him in her arms, kissing his forehead and caressing his skin.

He had a lot of scars. Y/N knew their meaning. She knew the purpose of each one, and which ones shouldn't be touched. She had some too, which she tried to hide from him, without much success.

Maybe that was what intrigued Matt. After several months of relationship, his behavior changed. He stayed silently beside her, his head bowed, listening. Studying her movements. Watching her reactions.

Y/N knew how to look normal. Stone had taught her. But there was always a difference between being normal and looking normal. That was how she had known there was something with Murdock.

It was probably how he also ended up knowing that there was something with her, even if he had always had doubts.

"I'll ask the question once." he said quietly as they dined at his house. "And of course I expect an honest answer. Who sent you? "

"No one." Y/N replied just as calmly, continuing to eat.

"You're not with them. They don't like you, and they're not good enough actors to pretend they don't like you. You know how to fight, you're ready to defend yourself if attacked, but you don't strike the first blow. Is it a ruse ? An attempt to enter the hive ? I immediately felt that there was something, you were too calm. You are always very calm."

"No. Can you pass me the salt please ?"

As a test, Matt stood still, his hands crossed in front of him. Y/N finished her bite, considering her options. Do not take salt. Take the salt. Asked him again. Jump out the window. Kill him with his knife.

She reached out for the salt.

He moved quickly, trying to catch her. Just as quickly, she jumped up from her chair, pushing the table towards him to get him as far away as possible. It didn't have much effect, as he easily avoided her, lunging at her.

It wasn't really a fight. More like a dance or a game. If one of them really wanted to, the other would be dead in the first second. But no, they punched and chased after each other for several minutes, before Matt managed to pin her between him and the ground.

"Darling. The dish is quite salty."

"To each their own taste, sweet tooth."

"Who do you work for ?"

"No one." she repeated calmly, and the hand that was on her neck moved down to her chest, settling on her heart. "It's just me."

"Who were you working for ?" he asked then.

"… Stone always said that Stick was too nice. I guess they're not all from him. I'm glad he's gone. Otomo-san looks like him."

Matt's vacant eyes were fixed on her, peering into her soul. She didn't add anything, it wasn't necessary, as there was no need for him to tell her about his past. She already knew everything, and above all, she understood.

"I knew you were different." he whispered, keeping his hand on her heart, kissing her.

It was almost sweet. Matt wasn't really sweet, rather rough and bestial, but she didn't blame him. He had learned nothing else. If Stone hadn't been killed, she would have become the same. Y/N had been lucky.

As he took her on the cold floor, she might have thought it was a shame she couldn't be free for longer.

But in fact, she had never been free before this moment. Having to hide, having to lie, having to accept that no one could understand.

She understood Matt, and in turn he understood her. He totally accepted her. And despite his enforced loyalty to the Hand, he wasn't going to tell anyone about what he had just discovered.

It would be their secret.

"Hmm. You taste so sweet."

"And you are as bitter as my coffee."

"Perfection." he purred, licking his lips. before devouring her again.

[koolades-world]

Genius OM! Character Design

Next up in character design analysis is Asmo!! @xsugarxglass asked that I do him next so I am! If anyone has a character you want me to do next please let me know cause otherwise I’ll probably drag my feet lol

Before I actually get into looking at his design can we please admire that all his buttons are heart shaped?? it’s literally so cute. The hole in the back of his shirt for his wings is also a heart <33

First, I’m going to look at the obvious and pick the low hanging fruit. The golden scorpion accent thingy is pretty clear as to why it’s there and what it does. The splash of gold on a mostly black and pink outfit not only draws more attention to it, but it also helps him as a character. Scorpions, or more specifically, scorpion tattoos can symbolize many things, but the one I found most interesting was it’s meaning of rebirth after ending something toxic and resilience. While all of the brothers did changed in a way, I personally think Asmo was the most upset after the fall. Levi and Beel were also pretty distraught. Levi’s reason was most in tune with Asmo’s reason of hating becoming a demon. I feel as if scorpions help represent how he grew to accept himself the way he was after the fall.

Both the tail and the head of the scorpion have a heart, which could just be a callback to his sin, but I think it might represent his journey as a being. It sounds more stupid the more I think about it, but hear me out lol. He started as an angel, where he loved everything about his life. Nothing could be better. He had everything he could ever want. Until the Celestial War happened. He became something else, hence the red heart becoming gold. (An after thought to this was I noticed the red heart was outlined with gold, but this might be to symbolize how his fate was set in stone, and how he was always meant to become a demon. However, I’m not really sure about that so please let me know what you think.) The scorpion trails around his chest, his back, and finally ends around his hips. I think this might represent his journey as a demon and accepting himself. It isn’t a smooth one. It’s constantly spiny and prickly. While observing the detail more, I noticed some spines were hidden or missing, perhaps representing breaks within this journey of self doubt and hatred. The closer you get to the end, the smaller the spines gets, which could mean he learnt and eventually accepted himself the way he was as a demon, since the scorpion ends in a heart. Or I could be over thinking it LOL

On his torso, he has eleven black roses. I did a little research since I don’t know much about flowers, but apparently eleven roses means “you are my treasured one” and don’t ask where I learned this since this is a random piece of knowledge I just have but apparently it also means rebirth which ties back to my previous point. Black roses usually symbolize death and mourning but again, mean rebirth! See a pattern here?

His wings are the smallest of among (among us lol) his brothers, so I imagine he can’t do a whole lot. He probably can’t carry people super effectively like his brothers can. His wings might represent how he feels kind of unless. Although I did just go on a whole rant about how he’s grown to accept himself as a demon, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think he’s ugly or pointless sometimes. Not much else to add here because any other point I thought made sense in my head made zero sense written down. If I ever find a way to make it make sense I’ll add it lol

The heart birthmarks? I think they are, on his arm are meaningful too. This is unrelated, but I noticed any brothers with specific marks like these have them on one side of his body, like Belphie, but that’s for later. Apparently three hearts mean the loves of the past, present, and future. This is a bit of a stretch since all the three heart designs I saw were all connected or closer, but otherwise I would have nothing to say about them lol. The hearts are also stressed looking, pulled thin at the tips, which could represent his emotional turmoil. The one outlines in pink almost reminds me of a tear drop. If were still going by the heart tattoo thing, that would be his heart of the present, meaning his current reality is distressed, but he’s happy in a way becuase it’s outlined in his color. This could represent Mc because Mc is the first person he thought he could love as much as himself

What he’s wearing is something I would call faux-formal. I personally love the faux anything style, especially faux-business. It’s like when you wear something that looks like it’s intended to be for a more professional or nice setting, but it’s actually breaks pretty much all of the rules. My personal favorite example is this cute button up shirt I own. It looks totally professional on the hanger, but like it’s actually super see through and the top buttons are fake, so I usually wear it with a short but businessy skirt and blazer to embrace the look. The collar being buttoned up to the very top, his shoes, and the tail coat is giving very formal, but the cutout in the back and his pants ruin this look. I think this might be a way to say “fuck you” to the Celestial Realm or anyone who might judge him for his sin. People often write him off as the horny, comic relief, but he’s so much deeper than that. He’s capable of feeling love, but just doesn’t fully understand it and everyone around him easily say it’s just his sin talking.

Unrelated observations that I don’t think means a whole lot include his nails are pink and lime, and not pink and teal and his horns are dipped in pink and I’m not sure any other brother has colored horns. lowkey he snatched… Bella Hadid 🥳

Let me know what you guys think or if you have anything to add

[multiversxwhore]

Call Your Father.

Drew McIntyre x Desiree Simons

a/n: don’t mind me I’m literally bored, I wanted to post something so badly, so here a little something to take the edge off(more so for me than you). Honestly this is wee bit unhinged lol This might end up on my main blog by accident bc yet again tumblr app hates me. Anywho, hope y’all like this little tidbit. Wrestling blog: @slutouttanowhere

“What do you mean your father doesn’t know about us? We’ve been dating for a year!” I sat in Drew’s dressing room, I had originally come here to get a few kisses in before the show tonight. While the intense make out session was had, it only took a second for Drew’s brain to jump back to work. Which led to him remembering to ask me for the update about him meeting my dad. Unfortunately for me, this man doesn’t forget anything. He was now holding me at arms length, and though he was smiling, I knew it was him repressing his irritation.

“I know I just never got around to it!” I rolled my eyes, threw my head back, and let my weight drop into his hands. He huffed out in frustration, we bicker about a lot of things, but this is starting to feel like an actual argument. Family meant a lot to Drew, it’s his life line, and that wasn’t something I was used to. Growing up my dad worked a lot, and by the time I became an adult, I too became very busy. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“You yap about me to everyone else, oh my god my man Drew is so amazing, he’s so smart, he’s so funny. Yet, I didn’t come up not bloody once to you um I don’t know, the man that raised you?” He mocked my voice, his tone going up in oactive, I wasn’t sure rather to be impressed, or insulted.

I stood up from the chair he placed me in, I didn’t know what to do with this ball of nerves that were bundled inside of me. “Ugh, you wanna know the real reason why I never said anything?” I asked, I was hoping he would say no.

“Please, lighten me.” His hands placed on his lips like a father, I pressed my lips together trying to take this situation seriously.

I glanced up at him from underneath my lashes, he waited for me, his eyebrows raised, and arms now folded across his broad chest. It’s as if he already knew some bullshit was about to come out of my mouth. I let out a deep breath, “My dad thinks you’re Black.” I blurted out in a rush. I cringed inwardly expecting him to be upset, but I was met with quite the opposite reaction.

Drew burst out into laughter, shaking his head, his tone halfheartedly, “What? Sabrina, you're killin’ me lass. Not only did you not tell him about me specifically…you lied about my race?”

“They got Black people in Scotland don’t they?” I asked sheepishly. I let out a spout of laughter, wrapping my arms around his waist, and tilting my head up to look at him.

He met me halfway, dropping a few sweet kisses on my lips, “You are a mess, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, I just got nervous, you know my dad is like super pro Black. He’s practically Killmonger, and I felt like I’ve disappointed him somehow.” I confessed, though my dad and I aren’t super close, I find myself always clamoring for his approval. Drew’s eyes shifted, a look of understanding, and determination.

“Sweetheart, he’s your father, if he loves you, and I know he does. It shouldn’t matter if I’m fuckin’ Japanese, if he can’t accept your choices as an adult, well then that’s on him.” He kissed me before I had a chance to rebuttal, one hand being my ass, and the other cradling the back of my head as if to make sure I don’t move. He pulled away only to say, “And if he doesn’t like me, that’s too bad because I’m not going anywhere.”

[bekaroth-reads]

Brynjolf x reader pt .2

[Decided to make a sequel, though I guess you don't have to had read the first part to understand this. Once again I write gender neutral reader in general, so instead of Brynjolf saying lad or lass, I have him saying bairn like how you might call someone kid. Proof read but quickly so there's probably a lot still wrong, haha]

It doesn’t seem like it would be possible for someone to startle awake while also not moving an inch, but that was exactly what Brynjolf did. There was enough of his mind conscious to know he needed to check his surroundings, however the rest of it as well as his body protested. Once he was finally able force his eyes open, there wasn’t much he could see aside from a blur… and a piercing light of some kind.

Wanting to shield himself from the bright onslaught he went to turn. This action was cut short as the second he started to move Brynjolf felt like his was going to explode.

“Look who’s still alive!” A familiar voice teased in a thankfully soft voice.

“Bairn?” He questioned horsely, “By the Eight! What in Oblivion happened?”

You walked over to him, poured some water into a cup, and stared to mix something into it. Brynjolf was only minutely aware of any of this.

“It seems that you had a rather eventful night.” You laughed as you tried to get him to drink the concoctions you had made.

He was aware enough now to grunt and pull his head away, not wanting to risk upsetting his churning stomach further. As you came more into focus he pressed drudgingly with his interrogation. “Did I get in a fight?”

Brynjolf gave a sour look and a glower as even not knowing what the answer was, you thought is was funny and that it was certainly at his expense.

“Oh, yes. You had a valiant fight against some mead, and sadly lost.” You postulated before finally catching him at an angle that let you actually get the cup up to his mouth, “Now, drink this.”

He obliged you, but wasn’t afraid to let you know how he felt about the drink.

“Shor’s Stone! That’s vile!” He spat mostly figuratively, but somewhat literally.

“Got it from the apothecary. Supposed to help with the hangover.”

“Ya, know what’ll help that bairn? Put out that bloody light!” He groaned.

This made you actually laugh, which made him winch.

“Sorry.” You apologized as you tried to quiet back down. “But, I can’t put that light out, Bryn. That’s the sun.”

After this, you started prattling on about something along the lines of how there was rumored to be a way to actually black out the sun, but he wasn’t even to the point of comprehending any of that.

“Bairn, I’m not in the mood.” Brynjolf warned as he finally managed to move an arm and rest it over his eyes.

“For what?” You questioned.

“For games!” He grumbled, “Hardly a place in the cistern that the sun gets to.”

Based on the fact that you had to hod back another laugh, it seemed that something else caught you funny. You moved some of his fiery hair behind his ear as best you could with his arm in the way.

“Bryn, we aren’t in the cistern.”

This made him bolt up, suddenly aware that this bed was much too comfortable to be one of the ones they were able to sneak into the hideout. A few moments after his pounding temples stopped protesting the quick movement, he noted that he was in a rather nice, if slightly under decorated house.

It must have been yours. In recent times you had started to do favors for the Jarl, as a sort of means to have an insider in on her plans (as well as a way to make up to the people of Riften for the things you were told to do during your initiation), and the house was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up.

Something else that he was more aware of now that he was more awake was that he was at the very least bare-chested. Not being one to miss out on a chance to fluster you, he decided to better his morning by doing just that.

“It seems that I lost a bit more than my wits last night. That your doing, bairn?” Brynjolf hummed as he leaned closer to you.

“Well, yes- but not for the reason you think!” You were quick to add. It was pouring last night and I figured there was no point in you getting pneumonia on top of the hang over.”

Your tone changed to a playfully, parental one, “You were on this side of the town square, stumbling around and about to fall into the lake. When I went to see what was wrong with you, you practically passed out on top of me. There was no way I'd be able to sneak you down to the hideout."

"Could have let me fall." He chuckled almost bitterly. While he was trying to play the comment off as a joke, you felt a shift in his demeanor. Maybe there was a more serious reason he was black-out drunk last night.

Not sure if what else to do, you sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Resting your hand on his you quietly assured, "I like you too much to risk you drowning."

Again your comment was continuing the façade of teasing, but there was a more serious intent to it you both knew was under the surface.

To your surprise Brynjolf leaned forward, reached a hand around to rest on the side of your head and move it closer so that he could place a gentle kiss on your hairline.

"Gods bless you! You're too sweet for this line of work." He sighed almost longingly, but in a way you couldn't quite work out why.

Looking over to him there definitely was a much more somber tone than he wore much of the time. Whatever was causing it, it seems the wrong time to try and talk about it. So, you simply moved on by placing your index and middle fingers on varying points on his brow to see if the tension was starting to let up.

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Now that I can see that bonny face of yours clearly, lovelier than anything my tonics ever promised to do." He was back to his flirting, and looked happy to be so.

Brynjolf wrapped you in his arms and held you close as he could, resting and nesting his head on the crook of your neck, relishing in the way you both squirmed and sought his attention.

"I do need to ask one more favor of you, bairn. Be sure not to tell anyone I was so pissed last night." There was another hint of somberness to Brynjolf's voice for another moment, before it abruptly changed back to playful. "If word got out that a Nord couldn't hold his drink, I'd never live it down!"

You matched his tone. "Oh? And, what can you bribe me with to not tell?"

There was something of a dark chuckle from him, like he knew something you weren't catching on to.

"Bairn, I'm sitting here in naught but a sheet and my small clothes, and you're asking how I plan to bribe you?" Brynjolf let said sheet fall a bit lower than was considered descent.

He leaned forward once again and kissed you. You were so dazed by the suddenness of the situation that you were basically along for the metaphorical ride.

Just as you were gaining your footing in this situation and things were starting to heat up, there was a pounding on the front door.

Seeing as you were clothed, you were the one to go answer it. To your surprise it was none other than Mercer.

"I'm doing a neighborly call to see if you've seen a certain red head around." He pointedly explained.

Your face must have heated up or possibly still been heated from before as all you said was, "Well," before he cut back in.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, just have him come down as soon as possible." He sounded more exasperated than upset, though still upset nonetheless. Mercer didn't even wait for you to reply before he walked away, grumbling something to him.

"Sometimes I swear he's trying to ruin my life on purpose." Brynjolf huffed as he came up behind you, watched Mercer walk away for a moment before pulling you back into the house and shutting the door.

"I see you found your pants." You snicker as you note that he was now at least half dressed.

"Aye, they're dry enough to wear. Little smokey from being by the fire." He replied as he pulled you close to him once more.

While you were rather attracted to Brynjolf and more so actually cared for him, there was still some doubt in your mind about how he felt about you. So, you played off trying to back out of his hold by teasing, "I might think you're still a bit drunk with how handsy you are."

While he did laugh at the joke, he was also quick to ease your worries. "Hey, look at me." He placed his hand under your chin to help with the action. "I would never hurt you; not in any way, bairn."

Rather than something teasing or extravagantly passionate like many would expect from him, Brynjolf once again placed the gentlest of kisses to your forehead. There was something that finally made it's way through to you with this action. It wasn't just his way of showing gentle affection.

It was his way of saying, "I love you."

[kanmom51]

This is not written to or about you. In your mind's voice please read it as I am speaking to and about the people who have written some excited rants. I like your site a lot and like your perspectives on JiKook topics. I am hoping, if nothing else, it might inspire a conversation for you. I wasn't sure where to share it since I am new to Tumblr and really don't plan to be a big poster.

================The thoughts==============

Some 'fans' and foes are losing their minds over Jimin participating in a song as a feature artist that has multiple performers, one of whom has - according to the conversations - done horrible things and has a bad reputation. However, many of these same people were not as concerned about Jungkook who performed in Qatar that has huge human rights violations and controversies. Qatar has been doing this for much longer and harming many more groups of people. The information is easy to research. Yet these same people and others have no problem supporting a KPop industry that exploits underage people with excessive work and sexual behavior. The very industry they support has had its own sexual abuse scandals and unfortunate suicide incidents, but yet they are now out of sorts about supporting Jimin with this song. I'm not in any way defending the rapper, if the information is confirmed to be true, and I am not saying it wouldn't be wise for Jimin to be aware of who he is working with, but he likely recorded a song in an isolated studio and didn't even meet the performers he was singing with. He would not work in this industry if he based his choices on only working with saintly people who never did wrong things or only behaved in ways that were perfect. As an aside, I don't know the personal behaviors of any of the other people on the song. I just don't understand the hypocrisy and the emotional tantrums people are having without thinking through information, much less looking at their own lives to see if they would have trouble being held to the same standards they hold BTS, but apparently Jimin in particular, to. If you are not who I am referring to with the descriptions above, feel free to disregard these thoughts. No need to be offended if you are not anyone referenced here.

Thanks for your time, Kanmom51. Keep up the good work.

I'm actually with you on this one @jimin-bangtan .

The hypocrisy in this fandom hits me every single time.

Let's start With Kodak Black why don't we?

Born 1997, now 25 yo man. Not without controversy around him, he has been involved in several illegalities in the past.

I will say this and be loud and clear: KB is NOT a nice person.

He's been involved in drug and illegal arms offenses and beyond the charges I will talk about below, the reason people are up in arms about the collab, he has been said to get rough with women. In my books he's a douche, and if he ever raises his hand at a woman he needs to pay the price for it. Period.

But the main issue that has people upset about is his rape charges. people screaming about how can JM be collaborating with a rapist.

So, let's make one thing clear here.

KB IS NOT A CONVICTED RAPIST.

Plain and simple.

Well not so simple, because the legal system (law) and justice are two different things, at times intertwine and at times travel on parallel lines that never meet.

It actually goes both ways - people that literally get away with murder on the one hand and innocent people that have their lives ruined by wrongfully charged or convicted on the other.

But the legal system, as flawed as it is, is what we have.

Why this long winded explanation?

Well because KB was accused he raped a high school student in Feb 2016. He was charged for it in October 2017.

But 5 years later the prosecution reached a plea deal with him, the sex offenses were dropped (not even being accused of statutory rape, which is having consensual sex with a minor) and he was convicted of assault and battery and received a suspended sentence and probation.

I know this feels a little technical, but it is super important to make these distinctions. He was accused of rape but not convicted of it.

It is what it is.

He is a douche but he is not a convicted sex offender douche.

And if we are already talking about douches and problematic musicians, it's funny how everyone seems to wake up with these complaints and criticism when it involves JM.

Why is that? I ask myself.

Where were those people when Hobi was collabing with Crush? Where were they when BTS collabed with Snoop Dogg? Do I even bring up all the scandals he was involved in?

The above mentioned is merely an example of some of Snoop Dogg's issues.

Nothing, silence, you could hear a pin fall. Well, actually, not really. Because of all of the cheers and screams of joy that were heard when that collab was announced. Funny. Or not really.

And let's think about the examples in this ask why don't we?

JK doing the song for the Qatar games, well that didn't go without scrutiny. There were voices of criticism sounded, but those voices pretty much died down and at the end of the day, the song and JK as well, received the full support from the fandom.

And the K-pop industry?

"Yet these same people and others have no problem supporting a KPop industry that exploits underage people with excessive work and sexual behavior. The very industry they support has had its own sexual abuse scandals and unfortunate suicide incidents, but yet they are now out of sorts about supporting Jimin with this song."

Say it louder for the people in the back!!!

YG just announced their new girl group. Guess how old the youngest member is?

13 yo.

13

As much as that is a favourite Jikook number, it sure isn't an appropriate age for a child to debut with a girl group in an industry that sexualises young girls the way it does. And it's not that the others are much older either.

Cookie someone?

So yeah, we all need to be conscious of our choices. Who we listen to, where our money goes, who and what we support. And it's ok to criticise our faves, I'd even go as far as to say it's our duty to do so. But a. it's a case to case basis, meaning circumstances matter (which means what the level of involvement is with that person, for example); and b. let's not be hypocrites here. Let's not have double standards. If we feel it's wrong to collab with a problematic rapper, that standard applies not only to JM but to every other member of the band and the band as a whole.

Period.

[projecthypocrisy]

WIP Wednesday!

A bit of a change of pace. I've been going back every-so-often to this WIP of an original fic I've been writing since 2017. It's my baby but I want to kick it out of my house now, lol!

I held the door handle in my hand, the cool metal leaving a ghostly impression on my hand, just barely out of reach. I was uncertain whether I should take the plunge and meet the one Raz covertly warned me about or if I should ignore the call entirely, head home, and bury myself in the back parking lot. I knew I had very little choice in the matter –my hand clasped around the rather plain looking nob and I twisted it. I was instantly greeted by him; his back was turned and his secretary was long gone but it was clear.

"I'm glad you could come Svetvana. I know travelling here isn't always pleasant; cold compared to home. Certainly cold compared to the Left," he began speaking to the glass, his tower overlooking his expending universe.

"You don't dye your hair," I commented brashly.

"What?" He snapped, his head turning a quarter of the way over.

"I remember a young man... a younger man who liked to colour his hair black but it would always come out a shade lighter than strawberry blonde." He started to laugh, his teeth sinking deep into his tongue. "You're not that old."

"Neither are you, I think. You just might look that way."

The laughing stopped. "You talk too much. Amram seems to think it's a quirky and cute trait. I think it's deplorable. Against the Greater Good."

I automatically took offense, something primal. "The Greater Good is what I work towards."

He turned from the window, with one hand adjusting his tie and the other turning his chair around, he sat facing me. Even sitting down he towered over me, his broad arms taking charge over his domain: the oak desk. "Really? Well, I suppose that's why you're here with us and not with them." He gestured to the chair at the other end of the desk, asking me to sit. I sat in the chaise, feeling the abrasive gold fabric press into my bare forearms. His red eyes scanned me over before he fished in his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Lifting it to his lips, he let out a cackle of a cough, a thickness rattling his frame, making him appear frail.

"Have you been coughing for that long?" I saw in his eyes, he wanted to lash out at me but instead he folded up his handkerchief, sat upright and gathered his composure.

"It's acute bronchitis."

I nodded in sympathy before he continued, "I heard from Amram what you have been doing for him."

"What has he been telling you?" I interrupted.

"Very interesting things. I think it's brilliant. Useless. But brilliant."

"You don't believe this is for the Greater Good."

"No. In fact, I think it's very counterintuitive to everything we are doing here."

"It's about spreading knowledge. Revealing a world that we would otherwise misunderstand."

"Do you think that now?" He retorted. "Please Svetvana, once you have completed your research and you write this entry, what then? What will happen when people will read it?"

I shrugged, "they will read it, like any other entry. I'm not sure of your question," but somehow I knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"Exactly. You don't know. But I do. And do you know why? Because that is what I do. I inherited our fathers' land. I know what the collectiveness of our society will do. I anticipate it. I work with these intricacies to bring about peace, prosperity and calm. Total calm. Something that your entry will threaten."

"Everyone knows about the Left. I don't see how me talking about it in a more contemporary setting will upset some balance."

A smirked spread across his entire face, his facial hair doing very little to camouflage. "No one knows about the Left. Everyone thinks they know, but they don't. You've seen it. How they grovel in their own filth." His fist slammed hard on the table, "I was tasked of taking care of the Right Chromatid, and I'll do just that. I just wanted to make that abundantly clear to you, Svetvana."

[ghostbustermelanieking]

The V Word

(an original horror short story)

My new teacher wants me to go and talk to the School Counselor. His name is Dr. Judson. She says he can make me feel better about what happened, about That Night. “He makes a lot of people feel better,” she says, crouching down to look me in the eye. “You can tell him all about how much you miss your mommy and daddy, and he’ll listen to everything you have to say.”

My new teacher thinks Mommy and Daddy are dead. So will Dr. Judson. So does everyone except Daniel (my big brother), and Great-Aunt. I know the truth, but I can’t tell it. Daniel wants me to lie.

(“Lying is wrong,” I told him. “It’s against the Twelve Commandments.”

“Ten Commandments,” Daniel said, correcting, and wrinkling his nose ‘cause he doesn’t like church. Or at least he didn’t used to. “And it doesn’t matter, okay, Bobby? God…” He took a deep breath and patted my knee. “God would want us to lie. Okay?” And I didn’t understand it at all, because why would God ever want that?)

Teacher takes me to Dr. Judson. His office is nice and full of toys. He lets me color when we talk. I color a picture of my family, the way it used to be. Mommy and Daddy and Daniel and me, and just to be nice, I put Great-Aunt Florence in there, too, even though she didn’t live with us before. She’s nice. I tell Dr. Judson that maybe she can live with us when things go back to normal.

“Normal?” Dr. says. “What’s normal, buddy?”

“Normal is when we’re all a family again,” I say. I give me and Daniel big, red smiles. “We can all live together and be happy. Florence doesn’t usually live with us, but I think she can anyways, when Mommy and Daddy come back.”

Dr. frowns a little, but then he smiles again. He bends down to look me in the eye and he says, “Bobby, I want to tell you something important. Something I want you to remember. Your family can be anyone you want it to be. Anyone in the world. Sometimes family can be our friends. It can be our parents, or our grandparents, or our siblings… And your family can just be you and your brother and Aunt Florence. And that’s okay.”

“No. It HAS to be Mommy and Daddy, too.” I chew on the black crayon.

Dr. Judson takes it away. “Don’t chew on that. Bobby…” He sighs real big. “Bobby, I know this is hard to understand, but… Your mommy and daddy aren’t coming back.”

“Yes, they are,” I say. “You don’t believe me, but that’s okay. Daniel doesn’t believe me either. But I know they will.”

“Bobby…”

“They aren’t dead,” I say. “I know all ‘bout dead. Grampy died last year, and I went to his funeral, and we had to say goodbye forever, and it was so sad. But Daddy isn’t gone forever. Mommy, either. They said they’d come back. They’ll come back and find me.”

I color in Daddy’s teeth with my best white crayon. I make them as big and white as they are for real.

---

When Daniel picks me up from school and I tell him about Dr., he is mad. He pretends he isn’t, because he doesn’t like to get mad at me like he used to, but I can tell he is. His face gets like it did when he yelled at me for going in his room. He counts to ten so quiet he thinks I can’t hear, and then he says, “Bobby…”

“Huh?” I kick the dashboard.

He doesn’t yell at me for that, either. “Bobby, I told you. You can’t tell people about what happened That Night. And… you can’t tell people that Dad and Janet aren’t dead.”

“But they aren’t.” I stretch aren’t out really long, like bubble gum. Aaaarrrrrren’t. “You KNOW they aren’t, Daniel!”

He sucks in air. “Yes. Yes, I know, and you know, but other people can’t know. They won’t believe us. They won’t believe what happened. And if they think Dad is still alive, they might… they might…”

He sucks in air again, and again. He’s wheezing like Great-Aunt’s vacuum cleaner. He sounds like he is about to cry. I stop kicking the dashboard and look over at him; he looks upset again, but not mad. There’s a difference between upset and mad.

I gulp, and I pat my brother’s arm, and I think, Don’t cry, don’t cry over and over again, like he can hear me, or like that might work. Sometimes, with me, that works.

Daniel doesn’t cry. When he talks again, he leans across and wraps his arms around me, and he says, “It isn’t safe. Okay? No one can know the truth. If they think Dad and Janet are dead, then everyone will leave us alone, and we can stay with Great-Aunt Florence, and we’ll be… we’ll be safe.”

We’d be safe with Mommy and Daddy, too. I know we would be. I wriggle away and shrink down in my seat, and I mumble, “I don’t wanna lie. And they’ll come back soon, anyways, ‘cause they’re not dead.”

Daniel mumbles, too. Almost quiet enough that I don’t hear him, but I do anyways; he says, “I hope they never do.”

---

I love Great-Aunt. I love her because she lets me watch as much TV as I want, and sits right there beside me and watches hours of Spongebob and Fairly Odd Parents and Phineas and Ferb. She hugs me and whispers, “You poor dear,” too much, but that’s okay. She’s just being nice.

Daniel helps me with my homework. He and Great-Aunt talk in the other room when they think I can’t hear because I’m watching TV, but I still hear. Great-Aunt says something about behavioral problems. Daniel says, “It’s not his fault.” Great-Aunt says, “That’s why they want to send him to a counselor.” Daniel says, “Well, it’s no wonder, but it isn’t safe! If they find out… I mean, for Christ’s sake, you barely believed us, Florence!”

Mommy used to say Daniel shouldn’t talk to adults like that. She used to say he was too big for his britches. Great-Aunt doesn’t seem to mind.

Daniel says we should move, and Great-Aunt says, “It’s not that simple.” She says, “You know I love you boys, and I don’t want you to leave, but… are there other options? What about your mother, Daniel?” Daniel says, “Not an option. She isn’t… It’s not an option.”

Great-Aunt says, “I worry. What if they come here?” Daniel says, “They won’t,” but he doesn’t sound like he believes it. Great-Aunt says, “But what if they do?” and she sounds like she might cry.

I don’t want to hear them so I turn up the volume on the TV. Spongebob and Squidward are scared of a ghost with a spatula for a hand. But it isn’t really a ghost at all. They say someone like Nose-for-a-two was flickering the lights. I grab the remote and change the channel.

Daniel and Great-Aunt let me watch TV so long that I fall asleep on the couch. I dream about Daddy. He gives me a big hug, and his arms are nice and cool, like the whoosh of Great-Aunt’s freezer, like the cold breeze outside.

---

Joe at school asks me why I live with my Great-Aunt while we’re playing on the monkey bars. I tell him it’s ‘cause something happened with my Daddy and Mommy and they went somewhere far away. “What happened?” Joe says, and I tell him I don’t know, I only remember a little. I keep asking Daniel questions, but he won’t tell me. Just says not to talk about it.

Yesterday, Dr. Judson wanted to talk about it. He wanted me to talk about That Night. He asked what happened with Mommy and Daddy, if I wanted to tell him why we had to come live with Great-Aunt. Same as Joe.

So I did. I played with one of the Monster Trucks in Dr’s toy chest, running it all around the table, and I talked and talked and talked. I said, “Daddy had been away on a trip. Mommy calls it a bizz-nuss trip. Daniel doesn’t like it when he goes away, ‘cause he doesn’t like Mommy very much. She isn’t his mommy. Just mine. His mommy went away when he was real little and never came back.

“Anyways, Daddy was gone, and Daniel got real upset the night he came back. He came into my room and asked if he could keep me company, and we watched SpongeBob on my TV even though I was ‘posed to be asleep. He was reading this book for school, called Dracula, except he kept putting it down and not reading. And I asked him what was wrong, and he told me about it. He didn’t want to, but I made him. I’m good at bugging. I’m a pest.”

Dr. Judson smiled a little. “What did he tell you?”

“He said Daddy called the house looking for Janet—that’s what he calls Mommy—and he picked up instead. He said Daddy sounded weird. He said that Daddy was coming home early and bringing a buddy from work to see us.” I ran the Monster Truck all around the table and made a growly sound with my mouth.

“Were you excited about that?”

“Yeah! I love my daddy. I love Mommy, too, but me and Daddy have a special bond.” I made my voice all quiet, cause it’s a secret, and Dr. said I could tell him anything I want, and it’ll be a secret just between him and me. “He’s my favorite parent, I think. Like Daniel is my favorite brother. But don’t tell Mommy. I don’t want her to be sad.”

“I won’t,” Dr. promised. He looked at me kinda sad. I smashed two trucks together like a car crash. He said, “What happened next? When your dad came home?”

“He came home while Mommy was still at work. Daniel was reading his stupid school book, but I was done with my homework, so I got to let him in. He had his friend with him, but I didn’t recognize him. He looked funny. Like a ghost or something.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was just real white-looking, like he was sick. And he sounded sick, too. I thought he was sick.” I frowned. “Daddy smelled funny, too. I thought it was maybe the trip. And I wanted Daddy to tell me ‘bout it, but he said later. He said they were gonna have a grown-up dinner with Mommy, and he wanted me to go upstairs til it was done. He said he’d order us pizza and everything. Daniel didn’t wanna go. He and Daddy fought about it. They’re always fighting, and I don’t like it!

“But Daniel went. Daddy said he had to. And I hung out in my room, and watched movies all night, and ate pizza, but Daniel wouldn’t watch with me. He stayed at the top of the stairs all night long. He was spying, I think. Mommy says you shouldn’t spy, it’s impolite.

“Anyways, I fell asleep sometime. I dunno when. Mommy never came up to make me brush my teeth or put on my pajamas. And no one read me a story. But I went to sleep during one of the movies.” I squeezed the Monster Truck hard in my hand, like I was a giant and could crush it into bits. I wished I was, that I could be big and strong like Daniel and Daddy could be.

“And then I woke up,” I whispered. “Daniel woke me up. I heard screaming.”

I couldn’t keep going then. Dr. Judson wanted me to, but he didn’t make me, and I didn’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t want to tell him that the screaming sounded like Mommy. I couldn’t talk about what happened the rest of the night, even though I remember it perfect. Daniel woke me up and made me put a coat on. He picked me up in my PJs, and made me grab Teddy, then he ran for the door. He ran all the way down the stairs. I was still mostly asleep, rubbing my eyes and holding Teddy and asking Daniel what was happening, but he wouldn’t say.

Daddy’s friend was lying on his face in the kitchen. I think he was asleep. And I saw Mommy on the couch, and she was asleep, too, and she had red all over her neck. Daddy was in the hall, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, wiping his mouth. It looked like he’d been eating spaghetti; his face was messy. “Daddy!” I said. “What’s going on? Are you coming with us?”

“Don’t,” Daniel said, and he was crying. “Bobby, don’t, that’s—that’s not Dad…”

“Don’t be stupid,” I told him, and I tried to get down, but Daniel wouldn’t let me. He squeezed me close. He was holding something in his hand. One of the plastic cross necklaces I got at Vacation Bible School. A green one.

He held it up towards Dad, who just sort of looked at us.

“We’re going away now,” Daniel said. He was holding me too tight. “Don’t—don’t follow us. Don’t you follow us.”

“Son,” said Daddy, and he sounded sick, he sounded as sick as his friend from the trip. He started to reach out towards me, but he made a hissing sound and yanked his hand back.

“We’re going,” Daniel said, and he turned for the door real fast, and I looked over his shoulder to see Daddy, who was watching us leave. He had a weird mark on his forehead that I couldn’t see, but it looked like an ouchie, it looked like it hurt, and he said, “I’ll see you again, buddy. I’ll see you soon…” And buddy is his special nickname for me, so I knew he was talking to me.

I thought up some more stuff to tell Dr. after Daniel picked me up. I wanted to tell him the rest of what happened—I changed my mind. I wanted to tell him about the ouchie on Daddy’s forehead, how it was kind of shaped like my plastic cross. I wanted to tell him about how Daddy’s teeth had gotten bigger, when he came back from his trip.

I don’t tell Joe any of that, though. I hang from the monkey bars and think about how Daddy picked me up and hugged me That Night, and how he sort of smelled like the lucky penny I carried around in preschool last year. (That was my favoritest penny, and Daddy smelled just like it.) He hugged me and whispered in my ear, “You wanna know something, buddy? Tonight, I’m gonna teach you to fly.”

I jump from the monkey bars, throw my arms out, and I fly, just like Daddy.

---

I hear Great-Aunt Florence and Daniel talking at night. Great-Aunt says, “The police—” and Daniel says, “They don’t know—” and Great-Aunt says, “They won’t believe you—” and Daniel says, “Don’t you think I know that?” I pull the covers over my head and cover my ears, but I still hear Aunt Florence say, “Vamp—” and Daniel shout, “Don’t say it! Don’t fucking say it!” I shove my head under the pillow to block out more. That’s a bad word; Mommy yells when Daniel uses it.

I think I know what Great-Aunt was going to say. I heard Daniel say it on the phone, That Morning, when he thought I was asleep. He was telling someone that Daddy was that, the v-word; he said that Daddy got Mommy—Janet, he said—that Janet had hurt Daddy’s work friend, and tried to keep Daddy away, too, because she didn’t want to be a v-word. I asked him what he meant while we were eating donuts in a parking lot; Daniel was all slumped over the wheel, drinking nasty coffee (I hate coffee but it smells good), and when I asked, his eyes got all big, and he said, “Don’t say that, Bobby. Don’t ever say the V word.” So I don’t. And neither does he.

The voices go quiet, and I’m still awake, looking around my room, waiting for someone to put me to bed. My new room is all covered in crosses even though we’re not really Christian. I have my cross necklace from VBS, from when I went with my old best friend, Tanner. Daniel brought us with it That Night. I think these crosses are Great-Aunt Florence’s, though. They’re really nice, nicer than my necklace.

The room stinks, too, like pizza night, but not nice. Daniel put it all together for me when we came here, and I don’t like it. I miss my toys and my Star Wars posters. I miss my night light.

Daniel comes up after the fight and reads me a story. We’re in the middle of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. I listen, and I play with one of my army men while he reads. (Great-Aunt gave them to me. They used to belong to her husband.) I think about how Lucy and Peter and Susan and Edmund are away from their parents, and they aren’t in the story at all. How Peter is always telling the others what to do, like Daniel does with me.

Daniel finishes a story and kisses me goodnight. He turns off my lamp, so only my new night light is on. I don’t like it cause it’s not as bright as my old one, and it’s not green or shaped like a lightsaber. It makes the room all yellowy and full of shadows. I pull my covers up to my chin. I say a prayer for Mommy and Daddy to come find me, like Tanner’s Sunday School teacher taught us, even though I don’t believe in God.

---

Later, I wake up, cause someone is knock-knock-knocking on my window. I sleep right under the window, but with curtains, so monsters can’t see me. (They’re good curtains. Great-Aunt bought them at the Ikea just for me.)

The knocking scares me at first, and I pull my covers over my head and scrunch down real small.

Tap tap tap. Knock knock knock.

It keeps going. A monster, come to get me. I wish Daddy was here to protect me. I wish Daniel hadn’t taken me away.

I’m about to call out for Daniel when the knocking monster says, “Bobby? Are you there?”

Daddy! It’s Daddy’s voice. I pull the covers back off and sit up to open the curtains, and there’s Daddy, sitting on the roof outside my window, his eyes bright in the dark.

“Daddy!” I press my hand to the glass. “I knew you’d come back!”

Daddy puts his hand on the glass so it’s up against mine and smiles huge. I can see his new big teeth. “Buddy,” he says. “Boy, I’ve missed you. Can you let me in?”

I laugh. “You’re silly, Daddy. Why can’t you go in the door?”

“I can’t get in the door, Bobby.” Daddy sort of sounds mad, like when he’s arguing with Daniel. But he sees me screw up my face like I’m gonna cry (which I feel like I might), and he smiles, and says nice, “Just unlock the window. Can you do that?”

I rub my eyes with my sleeve. “How?”

Daddy points to a thingy on top of the window, like a switch. “Just turn this the other way,” he says. “Then push it up from the bottom. Okay?”

So I do that, with Daddy showing me how. As soon as it’s up, I try to throw myself at Daddy for a hug, but he holds up a hand to stop me. “Can I come in, Bobby?”

I giggle. “Yes, Daddy.” I move back and he crawls in, onto my bed, before he hugs me. I hug him back tight. “Missed you, Daddy.”

“M-missed you, bud.” Daddy is shaking in my arms and making a weird sound, like our cat Socks did when we took him to the vet. “Can… c-can you do me another favor, bud?”

I hold on tighter. “Sure, Daddy.”

He pulls out of the hug, quick, and starts to crawl backwards. He’s moving towards the window. “Get up a-and… take those cr—those cr-cr…”

Maybe he forgot the word. “The crosses?” I help him.

“Yes, son. Pl—please.”

“Okie-dokie.” I get off the bed and pull down the crosses that I can reach. I try to bring them to Daddy, but he shakes his head hard, his teeth chattering. “Put them AWAY,” he says, almost yelling, and I do it fast, shove them under my dresser.

Daddy’s still shivering when I come back up. “Thank you, Bobby,” he says. “Come here.” He holds out his arms, so I go to hug him again. He kisses me on the head. His teeth are sharp. He still smells like my penny.

I still feel a little crying like, from Daddy yelling, and from how much I’ve missed him. “Where did you go? Why didn’t you come sooner? Why did we have to come stay with Great-Aunt Florence?” I wipe my nose on his shirt. “Daniel said you wouldn’t come back. He said it… wasn’t safe…”

Daddy frowns big, big, and I think he’s mad at me again. “Daniel doesn’t understand,” he says, stern. “It’s a grown up thing that he doesn’t understand.”

“Does Great-Aunt understand? She’s a grown-up.”

Daddy’s still frowning. “Listen to me, Bobby. It’s late. And you need to sleep.”

“Aw, Daddy, no…” I whine.

“Yes.” Daddy points to the pillow, so I lie down. He tucks me in, pulling the covers to my chin, and making a face. “It reeks in here.”

“Wait!” I remember something, suddenly, and sit up in bed. “What about Mommy? Is she here, too?”

Daddy’s face softens some. “Yes, she’s here. I’m going to let her in.”

I kick with excitement. “Mommy! I want to see Mommy!”

I try to get out of bed, but Daddy stops me. He pushes me back down. “You’ll see her in a little bit, all right? In… in the morning,” he says. “Right now, I want you to close your eyes and get some rest.”

“I don’t want to!”

“You have to,” he says.

“But wh-hy?”

“Because Mommy and I need to have a talk with Daniel,” he says. “A grown up talk. You can’t come. But when we’re done… we’ll come up and talk to you.” He reaches down to tickle my tummy. “A Bobby talk, just for you.”

I giggle a little, even though I’m still mad. “Can’t sleep,” I say.

“Yes, you can.” Daddy tucks me in again, puts Teddy next to me, and kisses my forehead. “Close your eyes. It will be okay.”

I yawn, even though I don’t want to. “You’ll come back?”

“Of course.”

I believe him, because he’s Daddy. He’s Daddy, and he doesn’t lie.

So I hold Teddy tight and close my eyes and go to sleep, just like he says. I hear Daddy close the door as he leaves, his footsteps going down the hall. I lie there and think about seeing Mommy, think about being a family again, until I fall asleep.

---

Only, I don’t sleep very well. I keep hearing voices, arguing, shouting, like when Mommy and Daddy and Daniel fight after my bedtime. I hear Great-Aunt Florence scream.

The screaming doesn't wake me up, not all the way. It's sort of just like a dream. What wakes me up is Daniel. I hear him shouting my name—Bobby, Bobby—and I hear his footsteps pounding in the hall. Maybe he's coming to get me. I get out of bed and go to open the door. But before I get there, there is a loud thud outside, and Daniel groans. And I hear Mommy's voice, tight, angry, saying, "Don't you dare!"

I whip open the door just as Daniel says, "Janet…" And his eyes bug out when he sees me. "Bobby," he says.

He is lying on the floor and his shirt is all red and wet, and he's trying to crawl across the floor. But Mommy steps in front of him. "Baby," she says, and holds her arms out for a hug.

"Mommy?" I say. I don't let go of the doorknob.

"Bobby… you let them in?" Daniel says behind Mommy. His voice is rough. The red is spilling over his lips when he talks—Blood, I think. Blood. "You let them in? Why—"

"That's enough," Mommy snaps, and then she stomps on Daniel's hand. Daniel cries out. I step a few steps back into my room, whimpering a little and trying not to cry, because I don't know why this is happening. This isn't something Mommy would do. She fights with Daniel all the time, but she’s never stomped on his hand…

I clutch the doorknob and rub my eyes and stare at Mommy and think about what Daniel said That Night: That's not Daddy. And maybe not Mommy either.

"Run," Daniel says. He makes a sound like he's going to throw up. "Bobby, ru—"

"Son. Please." It's Daddy, coming up behind Daniel. He crouches beside Daniel on the floor and puts his hand on his head. "Relax. Just relax. This will all be done soon, and then you'll feel so much better."

Daniel sounds like he's going to cry, too. He's wiggling around like he wants to get away from Daddy, but he isn't moving much at all. Daddy's mouth is red like Daniel's. He wipes it with his sleeve. Bad table manners.

"Daddy?" I whisper. "Mommy? What's going on? What's… what's wrong with Daniel?"

"Buddy, please, everything is…" Daddy sounds impatient. "Jan?" he says to Mommy.

Mommy comes and picks me up before I can decide if I want her to. But she hugs me and says, "Bobby, baby," and it feels good, and I sort of don't mind anymore. She doesn't smell like Mommy, but her hugs feel just the same.

"Mommy?" I say, and I hug her around the neck. "What's wrong with Daniel?"

"He's just sick, honey. He'll feel better in the morning." Mommy kisses my forehead. Her mouth leaves a sticky patch behind. "Come on. I'm going to tell you a bedtime story."

She goes into my room and closes the door behind her. Daniel is still calling my name in the room, but Daddy is shushing him. He must be really sick.

"Where did you go?" I burrow my head into Mommy's neck. She feels cold. "I missed you and Daddy."

"I know, baby." Mommy sets me on the bed and climbs in beside me. "It's all okay now. We found you, and we're going to be a family again."

"Really? You promise, promise?" Daniel must not have known. He doesn't know everything. Mommy says that all the time: You don’t know everything, Daniel. But ever since That Night, Daniel’s known so much.

"I promise, promise." Mommy tucks us both in and pulls me into her lap. She strokes my hair and hums my favorite lullaby, and my eyelids droop, even though I'm not tired at all. "We're going to be a family forever."

"Good," I say.

"We'll never leave you again. Never ever."

"That's what I want." I shut my eyes and cling to Mommy as she pulls me closer. She's holding me like a baby. She rocks me and hums and hums til I feel sleepier than ever before.

I yawn big big, and squeeze my eyes open one more time to look at Mommy and say, "Mommy? Will Daddy really teach me to fly?"

"Of course, baby." Mommy shuts my eyes with her hands and hugs me close. "When you wake up… oh, we'll have so many things to teach you."

It's so so easy to get sleepier and sleepier, to relax and drift off in Mommy's arms. She leans down to kiss me goodnight, kisses me all over my face.

I’m almost asleep when she finds my neck, where her kisses hurt, where they sting like a pinch—like the Doctors always say, Little pinch, or Little ouchie… It is a little ouchie. Almost like a bite.

But I'm not scared. It's just Mommy.

[but-first--tea]

B A S I C S

Name: Ferthur Venator

Nicknames: none, unless aliases count. If they do, a lot of them. Notably, her most commonly used aliases for the past couple years have been Omori Kaya and Kasasagi.

Age: adult (I don't like to define characters by specific ages, especially with how wonky the passage of time in RP can be. But logically she's probably in her late twenties or early thirties by now. I created this character 4 years ago.)

Nameday: in game it's the 2nd sun of the 5th umbral moon. I've never RPed it.

Race: well she looks like a xaela

Gender: Female (cis)

Orientation: hetero/demisexual (eternal bonded to Eligos Venator, monogamous)

Profession: "I do what I want" (and try not to get caught). She owns an auction house now, though. That probably counts as an official job! Except it was more like the world's most over-the-top impulse buy while trying to shop for Starlight presents. She's suffering from a case of "asset rich, cash poor" at the moment as a result. That's probably going to suck when she has to pay taxes on the Omori Estate. Oops. Next BBEG: property taxes.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: White, and rather long. She doesn't wear it in a consistent way, and is instead adept at styling it many different ways to suit the outfit or occasion.

Eyes: Slitted gold

Skin: very fair, which can be a point of frustration for a lizert who would very much like to bask in the sun

Tattoos/scars: For most of her life, the very idea of any sort of permanent identifying feature was anathema to her, a potential threat to her anonymity and survival. However Eligos has slowly begun to erode these fears, and even managed to talk her into getting tattooed. A mixture of dragon scales, geometric patterns, and stylized florals now grace her right shoulder and arm, and curve along part of her hip and leg. So far she's managed to avoid any permanent scars, mostly by pulling a vanishing act when things get out of hand.

F A M I L Y

Parents: She was raised by a Doman shinobi named Harue, who told her that her father was a samurai who had perished fighting a voidsent. Unbeknownst to Ferthur, neither of these people are her birth parents. Harue is now recently deceased, and thus unable to tell her the truth of her origin.

Siblings: None that she knows of.

Grandparents: Harue's mother taught Ferthur her foundation in the arcane arts when the girl began to show an aptitude for them that Harue herself never had. Her grandmother passed away when Ferthur was a teen, leaving her to continue her arcane studies on her own. The lack of guidance went about as well as one might expect.

In-laws and Other: Eligos's parents are still alive, but they do not know Eligos is still alive, and so Ferthur has never met them.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Ferthur was raised by her shinobi mother, and thus was instructed in the shinobi arts from early childhood on. As she grew older, her affinity for the arcane began to show, and her focus quickly shifted to the arcane arts. Her obsession with magic brought her to some very dark places, however, and lately she has fallen back to her roots, relying mostly on the teachings of her mother to survive.

Hobbies: Dance, collecting clothing, theft and general mischief.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Highly adaptable and quick thinking on her feet, very protective of the self agency of others

Most Negative Trait: Obsessive and prone to spite beyond reason when something upsets her

L I K E S

Colors: Yes. Though to wear she prefers black and white, sometimes blue. (Why yes I did give her a magpie color scheme.) Even though she's not typically superstitious, she'll often wear red 'for luck' when she's about to do something particularly dangerous.

Smells: Jasmine, osmanthus, plum blossoms. Waterfalls and the sea. The spices and scents of the kitchen while Eligos is cooking. Sun-warmed skin and coconut.

Textures: Being buried in fuzzy blankets. Submerged in water. The touch of skin. Tracing anything with patterns or edges. The smooth softness of petals and leaves.

Drinks: Spiced tea, which she grew very fond of during her time in Ul'dah

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope.

Drinks: Tea, water. Wine occasionally with dinner. The most ridiculous-sounding drink on the menu if on vacation or traveling.

Drugs: On purpose? Not usually. She's too paranoid and always needs to feel in control. Eligos has talked her into experimenting with alchemy on a couple rare occasions in a very controlled environment.

Mount Issuance: Unless a very tall viera picking her up and carrying her around because she's smol counts, not really. She doesn't own a chocobo or horse, though she does know how to ride.

Been Arrested: She came close once, but she chose murder over capture. Things got rather dicey after that for a while.

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Tagging: anyone who wants to do the thing! This was going around maybe a month ago but I wasn't feeling well

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𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 (Another Life)

Pt 1

OC x AceMerrill/David

18+ NO MINORS

TW: Light swearing, a little bit of a heavy make out sesh

You and Ace first met when you were fifteen years old. You always wore things that, inadvertently, made you the target of peoples cruelty. Today was one of those plentiful days. You were just out in town, walking around window shopping when you were shoved by someone behind you. You managed to catch yourself and not fall to the ground, which only seemed to anger the person that had pushed you. It’s not like you wore some crazy and outrageous outfits or did strange things with your hair and makeup. You actually didn’t wear any makeup besides some mascara and, if you were going to go somewhere nice, you might put on a little bit of deep red lipstick. Your hair was naturally a very dark brown, so dark that it basically looked black and it had a bit of a wave to it. The clothing that you wore was not too different from what the other girls in Castle Rock wore, you just happened to prefer to wear all black, with the occasional red accent. As the boy that had pushed you said some nasty things to you, his two friends that stood on either side of him egging him on and offering their own insults, you could feel yourself wanting to cry. You just wanted to burst out into tears right then and there, but you knew that you couldn’t do that. If you did that, you would just give them what they wanted and it would only show them that you were weak and that you were an easy target for them to taunt and terrorize in the future. 

You swallowed the feeling and tried to walk away from them, but as you turned to leave, one of them, you weren’t quite sure which one, grabbed your arm. His grip was tight and you could tell it was an action that was full of anger. Why he was so angry, you didn’t know and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, freak?” One of the boys spat. Keeping your back to him, you tried to yank your arm from his grip so you could get away from them, you didn’t want whatever this was to escalate into something that could get you hurt. Just as he was about to speak again, he was suddenly yanked away and thrown to the ground by someone, each of his friends following suit as they too, were thrown to the ground. Feeling the hand that previously had a vice-like grip on your arm had released you and hearing the sounds of people hitting the ground and the groans that came with it, you finally turned around. You were shocked at what you saw. You saw none other than Ace Merrill and his gang standing over the three boys that had been harassing you. The Cobras. They were only a year older than you, but they had already made quite the name for themselves in our little town and their reputation was one that was bad enough to make you want to keep your distance from them. That was of course, unless you had a death wish. You had obviously seen them around town a lot, though you had never spoken a single word to any of them before, but I guess today was the day that that would change. As you shook the surprise from their actions from your face, you gave them a small but genuine smile. “Thank you.” You told them, your voice small and quiet from your nerves but it was still loud enough that they had heard you. This earned you a smirk from Ace. He took a few confident steps towards you before stopping. He was now so close to you, that you could smell the scent of the cigarette smoke and motor oil that came off of him. “You’re more than welcome, doll. Couldn’t let those assholes harass a beautiful thing like you, now could we.” He said to you, looking right into your eyes. 

From that moment on, Ace became your very own protector. Anytime that someone would say something unpleasant, do something to upset you or just look at you funny, he would make sure that that person was dealt with. He even told his boys to look out for you too... Well, he more threatened that if they didn’t do something when they saw someone messing with you, he would make them wish they were never born. You wouldn’t realize it until much later, but it was that moment that you fell for Ace Merrill, and he wouldn’t admit it until much, much later, that that was the day that he knew that you were going to be his forever. He wasn’t going to let you go, not ever. As the two of you spent more and more time together, which mostly consisted of you hanging around the Cobras’ hangout, going to the occasional drive-in movie with Ace or him just taking the two of you on a drive so you could be alone and talk without the judgmental stares of the people in town, you both started to realize that, while you didn’t participate in the illegal things that Ace did, nor would he want you to, you were both very similar to each other. The biggest thing was that you were both outcasts, different reasons, but outcasts all the same. When you found out that he also had a love for reading, though he hid it very well and had never told a soul until now, you were very excited. It wasn’t until you two had been together for almost a year that you had finally convinced him to read to you. Since then, it has become somewhat of a thing that you two did. You were now eighteen, Ace being nineteen and ever since the whole event with Gordie Lachance, his three friends and the body, you had been noticing something change in Ace. You didn’t know what it was exactly, you could only speculate. While Ace had told you what happened that day near the train tracks, he didn’t bring you because he didn’t want you to have to see a dead body and boy was Ace glad that you weren’t there when Lachance pulled a gun on him, the change that you had seen in him didn’t make much sense. While yes, his ego took a bit of a hit after being bested by a boy years younger than him, you didn’t think that it was enough to cause all of this. 

It was tonight when Ace opened up a little bit to you. You and Ace were in his car, just enjoying each other’s presence while you listened to the radio play lightly in the background, when he spoke up. He turned to you, taking his time looking over your face as if he was trying his best to memorize every detail of it, before he finally spoke. “I’m going to go away for a little bit, doll.” He told you softly. You were confused, that confusion must have been evident on your face, because Ace spoke again. “I’m going to find somewhere for us to go. Somewhere we can run away to. I’m gonna get you the hell out of here and away from those shitty excuses for parents. ” He clarified. He brought his hand up to your cheek and gently stroked it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch before taking hold of his hand. You nodded lightly. “You’ll come back for me?” You asked him as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You knew that he would come back for you but you just wanted to hear him say it. “Always. I’ll always come back for you, Aurora.” His voice was firm but full of love and honesty. “You promise?” You asked with a smile. You already knew the answer. Ace let out a chuckle and smiled back at you. He moved his hand that was on your cheek, to the back of your head and gently pulled your face closer to his as he leaned in to meet you halfway, stopping mere centimeters from you, his lips grazing yours as he replied. “I promise.” He whispered before closing the almost nonexistent gap between you. Your lips moved in sync with each other’s, having done this many times before, but it somehow always left you feeling like it was the first time. The kiss was eager and passionate, filled with all the love that you two shared for each other. As the kiss got more heated, Ace moved his hands down to your hips, leaving them in place for a few moments before swiftly lifting you up slightly and pulling you into his lap. With your legs now on either side of his, you wrapped your arms around his neck. After a while of making out, you ground into his lap, rolling your hips slightly. Ace let out a moan at your sudden movements, pulling back from your kiss to look at you. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to do a lot more than just kiss you, doll.” He said in a breathy voice, his hands already moving up and down your thighs. You leaned back in and gave him a slow, lingering kiss before parting your lips from his slightly. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Ace.” You whispered back to him. He gave you a devilish smirk and shook his head. “God, you make me wanna do bad things to you when you talk like that and look at me the way you’re lookin right now, doll.”

The next day Ace packed a couple bags and put them into his car before making his way to your house to say goodbye to you before he left. You held onto him tight as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why can’t I go with you again?” You asked him, your voice muffled slightly from your face still being buried into his chest. “Cause I don’t know what I’m gonna find. I wanna be sure of where we are going before I bring you.” He said to you as he ran his fingers through your hair. You looked up at him, a tear finally making its way out of your eye. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.” He told you, his voice soft and you could swear it sounded like he may have been holding back tears himself. Though you knew he would never let them slip or even show. “Okay, but just. Just don’t forget about me, okay Ace.” You said to him. You knew he wouldn’t forget about you, but deep down, you had this sinking feeling. He gave you a grin and chuckled. “Not a chance. That's not even possible.” He reassured you. We shared one last long and passionate kiss before he got into his car and left. For the first week, Ace had called you every single day, sometimes multiple times a day, filling you in on what was going on and to just talk to you, admitting at one point that he called you multiple times a day sometimes, just so he could hear your voice. You both missed each other so much and you couldn’t wait until he found wherever it would be that you would be running away to, so that you could see each other again. It was a few days into the second week of Ace being gone when it went silent. You were worried when he didn’t call you that day, but just convinced yourself that maybe he wasn't able to find a payphone, or maybe he had run out of change…. After the third day of not hearing from him, you were in a bit of a panic. You were terrified that something had happened to him. Saying that Ace wasn't exactly a safe driver, would be a massive understatement. You were hoping with everything in you that he hadn’t gotten into an accident and hurt himself, or worse. With no way to contact Ace, all you could do was wait. So, that’s what you did, you waited and waited and waited. The weeks turned into months and those months soon turned into a year. 

No word of Ace ever reached you again after your last phone call with him. Your heart broke at the thought that maybe, he had just found someone else, someone new and better than you to live that happy life with. That happy life that he had promised you. As the years went on, you isolated yourself more and more. This year marks the seventh year that Ace has been gone. You were now in your mid-twenties, but something was wrong… Off. While all the kids that you went to school with grew up and looked their age, you didn’t. You looked as if you were still only eighteen years old. You didn’t know what was happening, you didn’t know how  it was happening, but it was. You searched for years, but never came up with anything. As another three years passed, you realized that other people had started to notice as well. It was then that you decided to leave. You had hoped that, when you did finally leave Castle Rock, you would be leaving with Ace, but you don’t always get what you want, do you? Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you continued to pack your car. You didn’t bother taking one last look at the house or town that you had grown up and spent your whole life in. It wasn’t exactly a place that you cared to think much about. Though, you knew that there would always be one thing that you would silently thank Castle Rock for, and that was Ace. Even though you hadn’t heard from or seen Ace in a decade now, Jesus, has it really been that long? Despite the many years that have gone by, your love for him would and has never wavered. He would always be your first and only love. No matter what, no matter how much time passes, that one fact will always remain true. Your heart will always and forever, belong to Ace Merrill.

Your decision to keep moving every four to five years is what had brought you here. Santa Carla, murder capital of the world. The year was now 1987 and you were, in your eyes, practically an old lady now at the age of forty six. You didn’t look to be a middle aged woman though, you still only looked eighteen years old. All these years later and you still couldn’t figure out what had happened to you back then. It was hard, not being able to make any long lasting friendships. Though, you never did have friends back then either. Well, except for Ace and his gang of course. Even though it has been almost three decades since Ace disappeared from your life, you never could bring yourself to even think about moving on. Moving here to Santa Carla, you felt different. It was as if you could sense something was about to happen. Whether that thing would be good or bad, you were yet to find out. Over the years you had managed to amass quite the savings, so when you got here, you went straight to the apartment that you had been looking at and met up with the agent there. You did what you had to and soon, the apartment was yours. After getting your things inside, of which there wasn’t much since you moved so often, you decided on taking a much needed shower. You had originally wanted to just go straight to bed after you were done, but you quickly decided against that when you got out and got dressed. You felt a strange pull to the boardwalk that you had seen on your way to your apartment. By the time you had gotten dressed and was ready to head out, the sun had sunk into the horizon and the sky was now dark. You felt almost giddy as you parked your car and made your way through the crowd on the boardwalk, looking at all the stalls you passed and everything that they were selling. You had stopped at one stall in particular, it was one that sold little trinkets, jewelry and such. You were pulled deep into a memory of you and Ace when you spotted a locket. It looked so much like the one that Ace had given to you for your eighteenth birthday. He had even managed to put a photo of each of you in there. Your hand instinctively went to the piece of jewelry that still hung around your neck. You hadn’t taken it off in almost three decades. God you missed him. You had hoped through the years that maybe one day you would see him again, but you never did. You didn’t notice, but there was someone in the crowd watching you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman that stood in front of him, a woman that he hadn’t seen in so many years and one he thought he would never see again.

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