#feel like I'm dying waiting for this next upload

[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

[mattsturnioloscasket]

𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃 (STURNIOLO 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄)

“God I’m so sick” Nick sniffles to the camera. “Everybody pray for Nick, he’s sicky poo.” Chris says, making a baby voice toward the end. Y/N looks at him with a weirded out face, just staring at him causing Matt and Chris to laugh to laugh. “What do you mean pray for me? You act as if I'm dying.” “It's just a cold.”

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Well it wasn’t just a cold. Nick ended up having Covid-19, sickening his middle brother, Matt. Nick always sits right next to his younger sister, Y/N, so you’d expect her to get sick. Nope. Only Matt and Nick had gotten Covid, not that Y/N or Chris were complaining. Even when sick, Nick made everyone film themselves and their day to upload for Wednesday's vlog.

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It was 7:45 AM, Y/N would be getting ready for school, but Matt was sure to call her off, I mean, she was the only one taking care of them. Y/N stands in the kitchen, starting her camera to film. “Hey guys, I'm sure Nick already told you guys, but Nick and Matt have covid!” Y/N picked up her tone at the end with a sarcastic happy tone, also making L hands at the camera. The camera cut to Matt. “Fortnite, Movies, Sleep. Fortnite, Movies, Sleep, Fortnite, Movies, Sleep, is all I’ve been doing for the past, what, 3 days.” The camera was now on Y/N again. “I will be using Matt's sickness to my advantage. I mean Chris and him never let me go anywhere, ever!” Y/N groans. “I'm going out tonight, and there's nothing they can do about it!” She had forgotten that Matt's room was just down the hall from where she was standing, he could hear everything. “Like, I understand he's trying to keep me safe and everything, but-” Y/N was cut off by her phone dinging, signaling she got a text. She opens her phone, revealing a text message from her sibling group chat. ‘Y/N, you’re not going out tonight. I already told Chris, so he’s not letting you leave.’ Y/N groans aloud, showing her phone to the camera.

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“Y/N, make me a bagel and leave it at my door!” Yelled Nick from inside his door. Matt and Nick had been treating Chris and Y/N like maids, making the two youngest siblings do everything for them, well mostly Y/N, Chris always screams that he's sleeping. “Ask Chris!” “I'm sleeping!” Yelled Chris, clearly not sleeping. “He's sleeping!” Repeated Nick. Y/N groans, beginning to make Nick’s bagel. “Y/N!” Calls Matt. Y/N groans, throwing the bagel onto the counter, grabbing her camera and walking to her door. “WHAT MATT?!” She calls from outside. “Go walk Trevor! Oh! And grab my phone charger from the car!” Trevor barks at Y/N. “Okay!” She yells back. “Where's my bagel?!” Yells Nick from inside his room. “Just hold on!” Screamed back Y/N, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. “Y/N!!” Screams Chris from his room. Y/N barges into his room, an angry and overwhelmed look on her face. “What?! What, Chris?! What could you possibly need?!” Screams Y/N. Chris goes quiet, pointing at his remote on his counter. “Give me my remote?” Y/N looks at him, an angry look on her face. Y/N grabs his remote, throwing it at him, which he caught. She turns to walk out, going to make Nicks bagel. “Thank you! I love you!” Calls Chris. Y/N rolls her eyes not responding. “Y/N my phones gonna die!” Yelled Matt. “Wait!” Y/N walks to Nick's door, knocking on it and placing his bagel in front of his door. “Y/N!” Yells Chris. She ignores him. “Y/N!!” He calls again, still being ignored. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!’ Y/N barges into his room, “Shut the hell up Chris!” “You didn't say it back” “Say what back” “I said I love you and you didn't say it back.” Chris pouts. “I love you, happy?” “Very.” He smiles.

Y/N goes into her room, throwing herself on her bed, the camera in her hand. “It's been like 5 hours. I cleaned the house, made lunch, did laundry, Put away the laundry, and did all my schoolwork.” She sighs into her bed. “Y/N!” Calls Matt. “What?” She cries from her room. “I'm hungry!” “I just gave you your nuggets!” She had doordashed them Mcdonalds. “Still not enough!” He calls. Y/N looks at her two cheeseburgers sitting on her counter and sighs standing up. She places her food at his door, knocking on it. Matt counts to twenty, getting up and grabbing the food. Matt sees Y/N at the end of the hall, waving at her with a smile and going back to his room. Y/N smiles back, turning back around toward her room. Matt barges out once again. “Wait, Y/N!” She turns around. “You know that party you wanted to go to later tonight?” Matt gives a soft smile. Y/N eagerly nods, a large smile on her face. Was he going to allow her to go. “Yeah, you’re still not going.” Matt slams the door, not giving her a chance to respond. Her smile drops, screaming a ‘Fuck you!’ at the door before walking back to her room.

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MY FIRST TIME WRITING AHHHH HOW I DO

[changbunnies]

Crave, Final (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, some slight angst, more porn with plot <3

♡ Word Count: 5.1k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: this is the final part! please read the previous parts before this one <3 part 1, part 2, part 3, supernatural abilities, mentions of dying and going to hell (nothing bad happens to reader i promise), hyunjin feels a lot of guilt over being a liar and loving reader, hyun's demon side makes its full appearance!, brief mention of blood.

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): we are going full on demon / monster fucker in this part babyyy, pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "good girl"), dom/sub dynamics with switch vibes, some more biting and marking, improper use of a tail :) take that as you will :), oral (m receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie.

♡ Notes: i'm gonna be real with ya'll i worked so hard to get this out quickly cause a game i've been waiting for comes out this week and the internet is going to be dead to me while i play it fdfgdfgdf so if i'm a ghost for a while after this upload that's why!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Unsurprisingly, Hyunjin is first to awake despite having fallen asleep after you. Even without the exhausting pleasure gauntlet he subjected your body to, he would’ve woken first regardless; as a being who doesn’t require sleep, he doesn’t stay in that state for nearly as long as a human does. And even then it’s not a “true” sleep; it’s more like a meditative state, that surely did help give his mind and body rest, but was wholly unnecessary when it came to his ability to function. 

Given that he’s already forced the state once tonight, it’d be almost impossible to do so again as it’s simply not in his biology to do so. And despite himself, he still wants to linger; so he closes his eyes again, and though sleep does not return to him, he stays that way- holding you close, listening to your deep, slow breaths, his fingers lazily and softly tracing over your skin. 

The meditative state he’d been in for the last few, entirely too short hours did thankfully offer some much needed clarity to his racing mind. Hyunjin, grappling with the fact that he lost control of himself, carelessly (or maybe instinctively, unconsciously), bared his fangs to sink into your skin and mark you like a werewolf would his mate left him both ashamed and frightened for what would come next. 

It’s far from Hyunjin’s proudest moment, and never before has he had to grapple with the possibility of losing something important to him. There’s part of him that still doesn’t even fully understand why you’re important to him. He’s a demon for fuck’s sake- demons don’t fall in love with humans, they manipulate humans to fall in love with them. They destroy human’s lives for fun, they take and ruin and feed until their prey is left with nothing, and then they move on to the next person. 

And Hyunjin knew he was different from a standard demon, not just in physiology and intelligence but also in the way he approached life, but it still baffled him to realize just how different he truly was. He did the exact opposite of what other demons in the same position as him would have done; he could have charmed you for an easy fuck where you think you’re in love though he is a stranger and it would’ve been enough to satiate his need to have you. 

He could’ve avoided spendings months getting to know you, he could’ve manipulated you to suit his whims from the moment he formally met you instead of spending all his time to foster a real connection. He could’ve lied through his teeth at every moment, and while he certainly did lie, it was only ever necessary lies; he never, not even once, lied about something he felt or thought. Every glimpse into his personality, ideals, likes and dislikes were all genuine, when instead he could’ve just given you thoughtless answers that he thought you’d want to hear, never injecting his real self into the dynamic. 

But for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wanted you to love him- and not for some idealized man he crafted to meet your every need and preference, but to love him for who he actually is as a person. But.. he isn’t really a person, not in the way you are. Still, he followed that notion, and at every moment he was genuine; every look, every touch, every date and every gift- they were sincere admissions of a love he truly felt and wanted you to share, his proverbial heart being worn on his sleeve. 

It reached a point where lying to you ate away at him, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. In what reality did it make sense for him to confess that he’s a demon and for you to be okay with it? And his mistake has forced him to confront that difficult truth much sooner than he had hoped to, has given root to the fear of rejection, loss, and unrequited love- human emotions he never expected to feel, that he thought he was incapable of feeling in the first place.

All he can do is pray that when he tells you the truth about who he is, that you don’t turn away and rebuke him. And how ironic it is for him to pray for something- to want something so badly that all he can do is plead to the higher power he’s supposed to be against to grant him this selfish wish he doesn’t want to let go of. Hyunjin has come to understand in his time with you that the relationship between humans and demons is more complex and codependent on his end than he would’ve initially given credence to, but maybe all it took to spark that epiphany was meeting the right person. 

And how foolish he is, to devote so much time and love to a being whose existence will only equate to a mere fraction of his own, who is fragile and weak and without lasting power. Maybe if he’s lucky, when you are met with mortality your soul will find him in his domain in the second circle, where your sins will go unjudged and unpunished for as long as Hyunjin remains at the top, where your eternity of “atonement” can be spent with him, where he’ll regard you as a queen of equal standing. 

Dark fades to light with the rising of the sun, and still he keeps his eyes closed, as if preventing them from opening would also prevent the reality that is fast approaching from coming to pass. Eventually, when the sun is high in the sky and brightly illuminating your room through your open blinds, he feels you stir, cautiously opening his eyes to the sight of you trying to blink away the sleepy fatigue that still maintains a grip on your senses. 

You offer him a soft, lazy smile as you wake further, clinging closer to him with a tight squeeze of your arms around his torso. How naturally you smile at him and hug him is both a soothing balm and cruel crutch that he knows will break the heart he isn’t even supposed to have when it is gone. Thankfully, in your sleep-addled state, you don’t recognize the looming dread that hangs over him, and he’s able to quickly shove it down to return your smile and plant a soft kiss to your face, reminding himself to enjoy his time with you while he still has it.

Pushing your hair out of your face as you wake up more, Hyunjin catches a glimpse at your neck, the speckled bruises and fading indents of his teeth becoming entirely visible. Well, all marks of his teeth were fading except for one- the two holes left behind from his fangs, the shameful evidence that he lost control of himself in a way he never had before. Broken skin doesn’t mend in just a single night’s sleep, and he knew the moment you touched your neck or looked in the mirror you would know they were there and you would look at the mark, at him, with either fear, confusion, or both as you try to comprehend how his bite would cause such a thing.

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” Hyunjin decides to ask so his mind doesn’t dwell and linger on your neck. “Good,” is all you say with a small, bashful smile, pink crawling over your features as you recall all Hyunjin did to and for you. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you slept so deeply, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget that feeling of ultimate bliss as your eyes grew heavy and mind drifted off comfortably. 

“You make me so happy,” you follow up, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a soft, good morning kiss. “Want to make you happy too,” you whisper against his lips before kissing them again, and his heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest because he feels it- lust, passion, desire, love. What starts as a small prick to his senses builds to an all encompassing tsunami the more you kiss him and entangle your limbs with his, love, love, I love you your soul radiates.

It’s all he’s ever wanted, all this time it’s what he’s been working towards and hoping for, and it shoots almost painful electricity throughout his every nerve ending- overwhelming, consuming, too radiant and bright and pure to belong to a man such as him, who isn’t really a “man” at all but an entity entirely undeserving of your grace. Selfish, desperate, shameful- he holds you as if he is none of those things, as if he doesn’t taint you just by loving you. 

You push Hyunjin so he’s flat on his back, rolling yourself on top of him, your hair tickling his skin as it falls over his face when you kiss him. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painfully so, but you welcome it. He’s so fucking hungry for you, he craves you so, so bad, and you meet that hunger enthusiastically, your hands ghosting over his chest and down his stomach, making quick work of the shirt he slept in. 

You suppose taking the lead comes naturally to you once shyness and subtle insecurity is dealt with, but you’d easily concede control to Hyunjin again should he have the desire to once again make you pliant beneath him. Your hips roll down onto his hardening cock, and the groan that escapes him makes your stomach flutter with countless butterflies. He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, sometimes tugging before soothing the bites with soft licks of his tongue.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur- your nightgown practically ripped off of you by Hyunjin while you fumble with the tied knot of his sweatpants, both of you panting into each other’s mouths, every noise being muffled and swallowed. Wrong, this is wrong, selfish, you’re wicked, deplorable, the back of Hyunjin’s mind screams at him in stark contrast to the way he desperately paws at you, lust and hunger casting a fog over his rationality. 

But when he opens his eyes as you pull back for a breath, his eyes instinctively travel back to your neck, the mark he left on your skin expounding upon his building guilt. He has to tell you now- before the guilt eats away at him entirely, before he loses control of himself again, before he does something else he’ll regret. An almost guttural pained noise leaves his throat when you roll your lower body down on him again, fingers digging into the swell of your hips, his now bare cock becoming slick with your essence. 

“Shit, fuck- wait, baby wait-” Hyunjin breathes out, the most ragged and strained you’ve ever heard his voice. He can feel your passion and desire become background to concern and doubt, can feel your anxiety spiking as you cease your movements. Fuck, he feels so bad- but you have to know he’s not what you think he is, he won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t tell you now. “Listen, I-” Hyunjin starts, then swallows, and your eyes swim with care as you see him struggle, “I- your neck, its..” 

“Hyun, I wanted you to do it, don’t worry about that,” you tell him sweetly and softly, one of your hands grabbing his and rubbing soothing circles on it with your thumb. His heart squeezes once again, and he shakes his head, “That’s not it, I.. just feel it, or look at it, or..” You furrow your brows in confusion but do as he asks of you, trailing your fingers carefully over all the spots you knew he bit and sucked your skin.

You don’t feel much, at first- just a bit tender where you assume bruises have formed, some extremely faint indents of teeth, but as you get closer to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you feel it and your entire body freezes. What.. is that..? You scramble to grab your phone from the nightstand, turning on the camera and flipping its view to see yourself, blinking as you try to process what you’re seeing reflected in the viewfinder. 

What the fuck? Slowly, in disbelief as your mind lags and struggles to compute with the reality of what you’ve seen, you lower your arm and let your phone fall from your hand. Are you dreaming? You feel like you’ve been transported to one of those YA vampire romances you read in college for fun- but that’s impossible, isn’t it? Things like that aren’t real, are they? There’s no way you’ve been dating a supernatural being for months.

Your next thought is that this is an ill-timed prank, though you can rationally tell it isn’t. And Hyunjin’s hand that is still in yours.. You can feel it tremble with uncertainty and apprehension, his eyes relaying a deep seated fear of rejection and.. Guilt? Guilt for what? Do you even want to know the answer to that question? You assume it’s related to whatever this is, whatever he is, but.. what is that, exactly? 

Hesitantly, you ask him, wondering if this is really your teen fantasy Twilight moment- stark naked, sitting on the dick of a man who might not actually be “a man” at all. “You may not believe me if I tell you, but I can show you,” he says quietly whilst cautiously squeezing your hand. “O-Okay.. sure,” you breathe out nervously, squeezing his hand back in support. Maybe this is a mistake, but seeing the utter anxiety he’s struggling with, you can’t help but empathize. 

If the roles were reversed, and you were an otherworldly being in a relationship with a human, would you be able to tell them? Wouldn’t you be scared of losing them if they knew the truth? And maybe you shouldn��t forgive him easily, regardless of what the truth ends up being, but you think you can understand what would drive him to keep such a deep secret. You’re still fucking scared of whatever it is, if you’re being honest, but you don’t want to believe that the Hyunjin you know is anything but the sweet, perfect, gentle boyfriend you’ve known him as thus far. 

All you do is blink and instantly the Hyunjin before you is different, as if a veil that was covering your eyes has been lifted to reveal his truest self. His facial features and hair are the same, recognizably Hyunjin through and through, but his skin has changed from a natural, honeyed tone to a deep, scarlet red hue. His eyes, in turn, are no longer a dark, boba-like brown, but instead an unnatural crimson.

Long, pointed ears like an elf you’d see in a fantasy game or movie, horns the same color as his skin protruding from the top of his head, curving gently until they point straight up. You can just barely see the points of his fangs between his parted lips, can see bat-like wings struggling to fit beneath him on the bed, as well a long, slender tail with an upside down heart as its tip. And his body, which was already warm, now feels almost impossibly hot, as if he has a dangerous fever coursing through him, with his nails now more like claws in their length and pointed edge.  

He’s.. still so beautiful..? You weren’t sure what kind of change you were expecting, and you still don’t entirely understand what he is, but he’s undeniably just as gorgeous now as when he was presenting himself as human. His form is reminiscent of the beauty found in the work of Gustave Doré, whose art Hyunjin had once praised and talked at length about; ethereal, otherworldly, mesmerizing-

Wait. Something clicks- the rumors of your apartment being haunted by a demonic entity before you moved in that you disregarded and didn’t believe in. The times you’d wake up from sleep and notice something had been moved, always slightly off from how you’d left it.  The presence you’d sometimes feel despite being alone, the sensation of being watched that sometimes lingered, but always seemed to go away when Hyunjin was at your apartment. His extensive knowledge of art and history that feels as if he lived through the era rather than just having read about it, his fluency in latin that goes beyond mere college study..

You’re in love with a demon. And you suspect that he’s known you longer than you’ve known him. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to lie to you,” Hyunjin breathes nervously after he sees understanding flash in your eyes as you put the pieces of his identity together. “I just, I.. became so utterly, impossibly infatuated by you. But I couldn’t just.. show myself, even if I wanted to. And I- I wanted you to know me, because I love you more than I ever thought was possible for someone like me.”

It’s hard to say whether or not you’ve been manipulated and misled to trust him, but you do, even if you shouldn’t. And you’ll have to hope God will forgive you for the sacrilege you’re about to commit. Squeezing his hand in a display of acceptance, leaning down to kiss him once more in a display of love regardless of the truth you’ve been shown, dedication to an act entirely unholy. Though, if Hyunjin is what will be waiting for you in hell, maybe damning your soul there isn’t so bad. 

You feel him positively melt with relief, soft apologies from him and acceptances from you rolling off the tongue. “Promise me this is the only lie, promise this is the only secret and I’ll forgive you,” you breathe and he affirms without hesitation, enduring promises of true love and honesty pouring from his lips. “We can even make it a pact if you want,” he says after a string of promises and you shake your head with a slight smile. 

If what you’re led to believe from media is true, if Hyunjin made a pact with you in which his end of the deal is to never lie to you, he’d suffer grave consequences for breaking it. “I’m choosing to trust you without that, so don’t break it, okay?” Hyunjin nods with a smile before you’re kissing once more, his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his impossibly hot skin. 

When your tongue enters his mouth, you curiously explore the point and feel of his fangs, and when he nips at your lips, the sharp point very nearly draws blood with each bite, the subtle pain utterly intoxicating. It’s not long before your lips end up swollen and bitten red, your tongues continuing to swirl and move together, your hands fervent in their exploration and demand to feel. 

Soon enough, he’s flipping your positions, your back now against the mattress with Hyunjin pushing himself between your legs, his mouth trailing gently over the marks he left the previous night. He sucks over the skin once more, deepening the bruises he’s already left behind, brightening them in color. It aches, and yet you tilt your head to the side to make his task easier, feeling him smile against your skin as his fangs poke at your sensitive skin.

He doesn’t bite down, not like he did last night- he doesn’t want to hurt you too much. Instead, his teeth scrape and taunt, the feeling of them enough to have you whining even without the bite. When he pulls away to look at you, your eyes are already pleasantly glazing over in a lustful haze, and seeing his fangs when he smiles confidently down at you makes you dizzy. He’s so fucking beautiful, sexy- it’s going to drive you crazy one of these days.

You jump slightly in surprise when you feel his tail slinking up your leg, wrapping around and hugging your thigh. And it’s when you look down to see how his tail looks wrapped around you that you finally catch a glimpse of his impossibly hard and leaking cock, so unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s big- much bigger than you imagine a human could ever compare, and just as deep and supernaturally red as the rest of him. 

You’re practically drooling at the sight, at the thought of having it in your mouth- would he taste the same as a human, or would his essence be entirely unique? Hyunjin has to hesitate from smirking when he sees you blatantly staring and curiously, hungrily licking your lips, the increased lust from seeing his cock spilling from you in droves. “You want a taste, lovely?” he asks with a charismatic, almost mischievous tilt of the head, his grin growing when you nod eagerly.

“C’mon then, love, ‘s all yours,” he says while uncurling his tail from around your thigh, standing up and letting you come meet him at the edge of the bed. You tentatively reach out to touch his cock, and fuck, it’s so heavy in your hands. Your hands look so small wrapped around him, your fingers unable to wrap entirely around his girth, and while usually both your hands are enough to cover the entire length of a cock up to its tip, Hyunjin still has much more than just the tip poking through. 

Long, thick, big, you’re not sure how it’ll fit in your mouth, much less your pussy- but you’re not a quitter. You start with kisses that turn into kitten licks as you rub up and down his length with both hands, looking up at Hyunjin through your lashes, eager for a reaction, for praise. He brings a hand to the back of your head, waiting for you to open your mouth for him. He carefully guides and urges you to take more and more of him in, until the tip is touching the back of your throat. 

It takes everything in you not to gag and choke, your eyes brimming with tears as you breathe through your nose. “That’s it, what a good girl, taking so much of me,” Hyunjin pets your head as he praises you, and he can see you pressing your thighs together, squirming and desperate to hear more. You want to take all of him in your mouth, but you recognize that’s an impossibility- so you settle for pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hands, doing your best to match the pace of your hands with the bobbing of your head. 

Hyunjin’s soft, breathy moans fuel you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to take control of the rhythm. You let out a squeak of surprise when you feel his tail snake between your legs, gasping when you feel the tip of his tail teasing your clit. “‘S good? You like that?” Hyunjin asks when you moan around his cock, another smirk gracing his beautiful, perfect face when you quickly nod. 

The combination of his cock down your throat and his tail rubbing your clit makes you dizzy, the pace of your hands faltering as your thighs twitch and tremble. Eventually, your hands drop to your lap, your nails digging into your palms as you let him play with your clit and use your mouth, tears falling as he holds your head while rolling his hips and making you take as much as you can handle. 

Determined now to make you cum while his cock is deep in your throat, he moves one of his hands to your chest, tweaking and pulling at one of your nipples, earning a muffled whine as your eyes squeeze shut. Your hands, no longer curled into desperate fists, now cling to his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cry and whimper. Hyunjin is relentless on all fronts- from the pace he fucks your mouth, to the flicking of his tail against your clit, to the way he pinches and tugs on your nipples. 

“Gonna cum just like this, aren’t you, lovely? Go ahead baby, let go and show me how good you feel.” With Hyunjin’s permission, and a few more quick flicks of his tail against your clit, you’re cumming with a loud, but muffled cry, your nails failing to break the skin of his thighs despite how harsh you claw at him. You suck in a deep breath when he pulls out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you come down from your high and air returns to your lungs. Hyunjin showers you in more praise as he wipes the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs, subsequently leaving a lingering trail of kisses to your cheeks where they streaked your skin. 

He guides you to lay back down on the bed, planting sweet kisses to your lips once you’ve finished catching your breath. You can feel his cock, wet and still impossibly heavy, between your legs, and you want it in you now. “Hyun,” you start, a pout gracing your lips as you prepare yourself to shamelessly beg, “want you so bad, please, please, fuck me, I need it.”

You can feel his cock unceremoniously twitch at your pleas, a groan leaving his throat at your desperate tone. “You don’t have to beg, my love, I’ll give you anything you want,” Hyunjin says as he rubs his fingers between your folds, feeling how slick you’ve gotten for him. Truthfully, he should prep you more first, but you’re both so fucking needy for each other, and he’ll just have to hope that fingering you last night and making you cum again since then will be good enough. 

He kisses you and lets you squeeze his hand as he pushes inside, the stretch so much more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, so full that your eyes are rolling back before he’s even thrusting his hips. It aches, it stings, but it’s also the most addictive pleasure you’ve ever experienced, and you want all he has to give you, more and more, until you can feel and think of nothing but him. 

Hyunjin holds one of your legs, his tail once again wrapping around the thigh of the other, this time using it to keep you spread and open for him, allowing him to sink as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck, baby-” Hyunjin groans once he’s sheathed fully inside, your walls so wet and hot and squeezing him impossibly tight, “needed this, needed you so fucking bad, you have no idea.” 

“You too, needed you too Hyun, so bad,” you mirror his sentiment between gaspy moans and shaky whines when he finally starts pulling out, pushing back in one swift and fluid motion, building a quick, desperate pace. Despite the desperation however, his pace is far from sloppy- every thrust is precise, leaving you arching your back as your cries grow in volume, your nails digging harshly into his forearms. 

When he knows you can handle it, he fucks into your faster, capturing your mouth in messy, open kisses, your saliva mixing and pooling until it drips from the corners of your mouth. His grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers sure to leave bruises behind in their wake. Sweat drips from his brow, sometimes falling to your cheeks, and God, the sight is utterly mesmerizing- even as sweat drips down his face and sticks his hair to his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

And again he feels it, the utter love and trust pouring forth from your soul, radiant and perhaps undeserving to be felt by him, but it exists all for him nonetheless. His head drops to your shoulder, every emotion that he feels spilling from you driving him further and further into bliss, his pleasured moans dancing in your ears. “Tell me, please, fuck, please tell me-” Hyunjin practically whines, his nails now digging into the meat of your thighs as he fucks you harder. 

Tell him? Tell him what? Somehow, you think you know what he wants to hear, because it’s the very same thing that you want to hear too. “Love you, I love you, lov- fuck, love you so much,” you breathlessly spill the words between moans, and you hear Hyunjin keen, pleasure erupting from every nerve ending, the wave of love that you exude enough to drown him completely. “Lovely, my love, I love you, I’m gonna- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, tell me again,” Hyunjin pleads, desperate and urgent, his cock throbbing and twitching as he approaches his own high. 

You do just as he asks, stuttering out endless “I love you”s until you’re both cumming hard, a blissful intensity that steals your breaths away and leaves your bodies shaking. His cum shoots inside you in long spurts, filling you to the brim, so much so that it spills out of you even with his cock still firmly pressed inside you. “Mine,” Hyunjin mutters as he kisses you, passionate and deep, no longer sloppy and desperate as it was in the throes of his orgasm, “my baby, just mine, aren’t you?” 

“Just yours, all yours,” you say, and he knows you’re telling the truth, can feel it with every fiber of his being that you mean it sincerely. It was surreal, realizing the truth about your boyfriend and loving him regardless of who he is and how he truly appears, but you don’t think you regret it. He cleans you up diligently, he helps you get dressed and makes you breakfast, he showers you in kisses and endless praise just as he always does throughout the rest of your day.

Because even though he may appear different to you now, he’s still the same Hyunjin you met; the one who dotes on you endlessly, who takes care of you sweetly, who spends hours talking and cuddling and listening to every thought you have. Though you can’t explicitly read emotion the way he can, you always know what he’s thinking and feeling- because with you he’s transparent, with nothing to hide and only love and tenderness to give. 

Maybe it’s wrong for a human and demon to be in love, but you like to think this is the happiness you were meant to have, that this is where you’re supposed to be- right by Hyunjin’s side, until your final breath and then in eternity, a love that transcends your human mortality. If there is one thing you are certain of, it is that spending forever with Hyunjin will bring you a love you’ll feel eternally- warm, gentle, and true.

hello, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed <3 i just want to clarify here at the end in case you felt any confusion or questions about demon anatomy while reading: hyunjin does have like, a physical heart that beats (he has to get his demon blood pumping through his body somehow!) but i imagine that demons don't have an "emotional" heart, because their heart doesn't react to thoughts, feelings, and emotions the ways ours does.

to help get this point across, in japanese they use 2 different words for "heart"- shinzou for the literal, physical, medical side of the heart: it's the word you'd use for saying things like "they had a heart attack", "i have heart disease", etc, while kokoro is for the emotional, feeling side: used in sentences like "my heart beats so fast when i look at him" or "wow that story really moved my heart"

so like. when hyunjin is saying things like "proverbial heart", that is what he's referring to- having an emotional reaction that he's under the impression he shouldn't be having. he is only just now realizing he has an emotional heart, and not just a physical one :') i hope that makes sense to you and i hope it wasn't confusing whilst reading gsdfgfd thanks again for reading <3

[undiscovered-horizon]

i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @secretdreamlandmentality @kbrownie @lolitaisreal @thegraywitch @aralezinspace @boofy1998

[ladytauria]

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Explicit (and please mind the tags) Chapter Wordcount: 4.9k

Jason tries to sell off his first heat to make ends meet for the upcoming winter. When he’s taken by traffickers instead, he’s sure that’s the end of him—until he’s rescued by a mysterious alpha. That “rescue” comes with a price: Jason’s heat hits shortly after, and… one thing leads to another, and now Jason and Tim are bound together by a fledgling mate bond. It’s not the first time Jason’s had to make the best of things, but… he finds it a little bit easier this time, especially as he grows to genuinely like Tim. Unfortunately, just as Jason is starting to settle into mated life, Tim’s ex-pack starts getting involved, and they don’t exactly approve of Tim’s choice in mate...

i was going to wait longer to post this, but... i've been dying to share it, lmao, so i'm doing so as a birthday gift to myself <3

under the cut is a preview of the first chapter, as well as chapter content warnings. i hope you enjoy <3

CWs: underage prostitution, kidnapping, non-consensual touching, non-consensual medical exam, non-consensual pelvic exam, antiquated sexual education, degrading comments, humiliation, dehumanization, non-consensual photography, hurt no comfort, (it's coming, i promise)

tumblr is being rude and not letting me upload my divider image so take this purple text instead

Jason hasn’t stood on a street corner in over a year. He'd hoped, deep down, that he never would again. But...

Here he is, dolled up in a pair of tight shorts and a t-shirt, the combo doing nothing to protect him from the chill. Even mild as it is, the cold cuts straight through his skin.

A cigarette, unlit, dangles from his lips. He turns a lighter around and around in his palm, but doesn't light it yet.

Luckily for him—or maybe unluckily, not even an hour passes before a car sidles up to the curb. Jason's no expert, despite his brief stint at a chop shop, but he knows enough to know this one is nice. Not top of the line, exactly, but good. Shiny. Sleek. All black chrome and tinted windows, the engine purring like a content house cat before it cuts, the car rolling to a stop.

The tires would fetch a decent price. Too bad his guy is laying low, with the rest of the shop.

The man who steps out is tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms emphasized further by a leather jacket. He's bald. Despite the darkness of the hour, there are sunglasses perched on top of his head.

Jason’s grip gets a little tighter around the lighter. He forces it to loosen as he lights his cigarette. The flicker of warmth at his fingertips makes the rest of him feel folder in comparison. He takes a long, slow drag before letting the smoke pour from his nose. It dissipates in the night; the wispy cloud getting lost in Gotham's smog.

He envies it, a little.

The man's gait isn't quite a swagger. His steps are slow. Confident. The size of him is intimidating. His scent, when Jason catches it, doesn't help matters. It's thick with alpha musk, both natural and artificial. Under that is the sharp scent of burning wood. The part of Jason that's purely omega, that cares only about the safety of pack and getting fat with pups and milk, perks up. There's a low, steady heat in his blood, something that's been building for weeks now, that grows a little warmer.

Jason keeps his scent tucked tight.

The alpha leans against the wall next to him, pulling out his own smoke.

“Got a light?” he asks, casual as you please. Like they’re just two work buddies on break together.

“Yeah,” Jason says quietly.

The man doesn’t do much more than bend his head down, forcing Jason to rise onto the balls of his feet to light it. The alpha’s hand rests on his waist, above his hip, steadying him. Under his shirt, Jason’s skin crawls. He hates being touched almost as much as he craves it, these days.

The alpha blows the smoke out, into the night, and says, “Thanks,” thumb rubbing circles into Jason’s hip.

Jason lets himself shiver. Knows it’ll be interpreted as desire; not a reaction to the dread settling in his belly.

Last chance to back out, Todd, he tells himself.

He thinks about his squat. About his nest, if you can call it that; assembled from old paper and cardboard, and things he found in the very bottom of lost and found bins. About the thin blankets, the creeping cold.

About the way the absence of his pack bonds grows harder and harder to bear with each passing day; the empty spaces aching like phantom limbs.

He won’t survive a heat on his own. Even assuming no one finds him, or that the difficult-to-reach location keeps him safe… He just. He won’t. Not with what he has.

Some of the men who have picked Jason up like to make small talk. Even flirt a little, like… Like it’s something real, and not a sick perversion. This guy doesn’t. “How much’re ya askin’, kid?” He’s still rubbing Jason’s hip.

“Depends on what you want,” Jason says back. He licks his lips, and then looks up at the man through his lashes as he takes another puff, hoping the move comes off as sensual, and not stupid. “My mouth…” Jason shrugs, exhaling smoke. “Fifty. But…” He leans back, tipping his head back, exposing a little of his throat.

The alpha watches with interest; greed in his gaze.

Jason keeps tight control of his scent—but he loosens it now. The milky scent of his puphood is an undertone now; slowly being overpowered by a more adult, omega scent. It’s thick and sweet, with just a hint of spice. The lure of impending heat floats between them.

The alpha’s grip tightens on his hip. His breath has caught in his chest.

Jason stubs the cigarette out on the wall and lets it fall from his fingers. It pains him to waste one like that—but it was only ever a prop to start with. He presses against the alpha’s side, wrapping his arms around the barrel of his chest, head tipped back. “If you want to make a proper omega outta me… I think a thousand is fair. Don’t you?”

God. He wants to ask for more. Heats are usually around three days. Alphas… Alphas may not be able to match an omega’s stamina in that time, but there are no shortage of other ways for them to touch him. To violate him. But he’s pushing it already, asking for a thousand. He’s a crime alley street whore, not a pretty little O with a silver spoon in his mouth and gold on his throat.

The alpha’s hand slips to Jason’s lower back, just above the swell of his ass. It— It’s a fight not to let revulsion sour his scent, his expression. His skin crawls. His stomach rolls.

“A thousand,” the man repeats, rolling the words in his mouth. Then his lips quirk up at one corner. “Yeah, kid. I think a thousand’s fair.” He stubs out his own cig before pulling out his wallet; a beat-up leather trifold.

Jason’s teeth catch on his lip. He watches him count one, two, three—five hundred dollar bills, folding them in half and offering them between two fingers.

“Half up front.”

He’s sure the alpha must be able to hear the way his heart thunders. If he does, though, he gives no indication. Jason takes the money, pushing it into the pocket of his shorts.

Then he lets himself be guided to the car. Just before Jason steps off the curb, the alpha grabs him, yanking him against his chest. His arm locks around Jason’s chest like a vice. Jason claws futilely at the arm around him. Though the alpha growls, scent sharp with pain, he doesn’t let go.

Jason twists. Kicks. “Let me go—“ He’s lost all control of his scent now; his terror is thick and sour in the night air.

The alpha covers his mouth—Jason takes his chance. He sinks his teeth into the meat of the alpha’s palm, clamping his jaw down as tightly as he can. Blood floods his mouth.

“Fucking bitch—“ The alpha snarls, dropping Jason.

Jason doesn’t think—he just runs, stumbling before righting himself.

Unfortunately, the universe has never been kind to Jason Todd, and she’s not about to start now. He’s not even sure what he trips on, only that one minute, he’s running, and the next—

He plummets.

He manages to avoid face planting, catching himself on his hands. Before he can push himself back up, though, the alpha reaches him—his boot slams into Jason’s side, knocking the breath from him.

The alpha kneels beside him, hand closing roughly around the back of Jason’s neck. He scruffs him roughly; thumb and middle finger pressing down on his scent glands, palm pushing at the back of his neck. Submission floods Jason’s veins. Unwillingly, he slumps into the concrete, all the fight leaving him.

He lets out a pup’s call—not for pack but for anyone. It’s small and helpless and immediately cut short by the alpha hauling him up and over his shoulder like a sack of grain.

Tears pool in his eyes.

He’s not strong enough to resist it. Not strong enough to do anything but twitch as the alpha carries him into the car. He drops him in the trunk, securing his limbs with zip-ties, rendering Jason utterly immobile.

Baldie slams the trunk shut, trapping Jason in the dark.

[ellisgirl]

Ellis Twilight — 1st Wicked Birthday (His POV)

wonder what those hands can do pt2

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistakes and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only

I still remember how we celebrated "our" birthday.

One year, I was waiting for a real birthday cake that my mother baked at home,

While the sky was dyed in twilight, we raced through that hill,

I pretended to blow out the setting sun together with "on three", likening it to a cake.

(I wonder if that moment was the best.)

(—No.)

(I'm sure that day that became eternity was the greatest happiness.)

(—eh?)

I suddenly come back to myself. Maybe because I was working late yesterday, I think I was dozing off on the sofa.

(It's been a long time since I dreamed of those days.)

(…Ah, I see. Today is our—)

Jude: “Ellis”

Ellis: “Jude... and Miss Kate?”

Kate: “Eh, Ellis…!?”

Jude: “This woman has something to do with you.”

Kate: “Mr. Jude, I told you to keep it a secret from Ellis…!”

Jude: “How can I understand his feelings? If you have any questions, it would be nice if you could ask them yourself.”

Jude put Kate behind and quickly left the common room.

(I wonder if Jude tricked her into asking something in secret.)

Ellis: “Do you have something to do with me?”

Tilting her head, Kate lowered her eyebrows in resignation.

She's like a little puppy, kind of cute.

Kate: “I heard that today… is Ellis's birthday.”

Kate: “I secretly asked Jude what you liked, and I thought I'd prepare it as a surprise.”

Ellis: “Why didn't you ask me?”

Kate: “...I felt like you are going to say that you’re happy about anything.”

Kate: “Because Ellis always thinks about my happiness and cares about me.”

Kate: “Today, I hope you can only do things that truly make you happy.”

Ellis: “Miss Kate, you are kind.”

You don't need a long time or a great reason to love someone as a person.

And wanting to make the person I love happy is the same as breathing for me.

Ellis: “If I only do happy things today, will you be happy too?”

Kate: “Hmm… if that happens, I will.”

Ellis: “Then, today, one day, would you like to find my happiness together?”

Kate: “Heh…?”

Ellis: “I want to find happiness for you and me.”

Kate: “...Is it okay? You spent your birthday with me.”

Ellis: “Yeah, that's fine... What about you?”

I tilted my head to see if this proposal was really for her.

(Ah... that's good. Looks like it's good.)

I sensed a happy atmosphere from Kate's slightly dyed cheeks, and when I was relieved,

Roger: “Why have you been flirting since daytime?”

Kate: “No, we haven’t…!?”

Before I knew it, Roger, who was standing leaning against the doorway of the common room, raised one corner of his mouth when our eyes met.

Roger: “Happy Birthday.”

Ellis: “Thank you, Mr. Roger. Did you come all the way to say that?”

Roger: “No? I was happened to pass by, and saw you guys.”

Roger: “I don't have any lovely presents, but I'll buy you a delicious drink next time.”

Roger: “You got a birthday present from Jude, didn't you?”

Ellis: “As usual, I got a blank cheque.”

Kate: “He always gives you that...?”

Roger: “It's the same. So, now it's time for your birthday date.”

Ellis: “Yeah, with Miss Kate.”

Roger: “Victor is so excited to show his skills and prepares a feast with the chef tonight.”

Roger: “Well, if the two of you don't come back together, I'll eat for you, so take it easy.”

Mr. Roger left a nasty smile and waved his hand lightly.

Kate: “Shucks, I'll be right back…!”

Ellis: “Is that so?”

Kate: “Eh!?”

(...Fufu, cute)

Kate: “Please don't tease me anymore.”

Ellis: “I'm not kidding you.”

Kate: “Uh... Let's go home properly.”

Kate probably likes me as a person too.

(If having “that kind of” relationship is happy for Kate.)

(I really wish I didn't have to go home.)

Kate: “Before you leave, please promise me one thing.”

Ellis: “Promise?”

Kate: “If you don't like what you don't like, I want you to say it.”

Kate: “You seem to say you’re happy all the time, you try to please me even when you’re not happy.”

Kate: “If you break the promise, it's absolutely no good.”

I could feel that she was trying her best to celebrate my birthday, and I naturally burst into a smile.

Ellis: “Yeah. Okay, I promise.”

—

Kate: “This gelato shop was my emotional support when I was delivering mail.”

Ellis: “Then it must be delicious. What is your favorite, Miss Kate?”

Kate: “Lemon! But you like raspberry jam, don't you? …So”

Kate: “You might like this mixed berry.”

We talked about trivial things while walking around the familiar streets of London.

Ellis: “...Nn, it's delicious.”

Kate: “…Happy?”

Ellis: “Happy. Fufu, it's the opposite of usual.”

Every time I say "I’m happy", Kate stares at me with a face like confirming the truth, it's a little funny.

Kate: “Is there anything you want? For a birthday present.”

Ellis: “…I want a bite of yours. Lemon flavor.”

Kate: “That's not what it is...”

Ellis: “Well... I don't really want anything, but I like things that smell good.”

Kate: “Sweet smell?”

Ellis: “Yes, yes. Like you.”

Kate: “...I already told you, do not tease me. Here, lemon flavor.”

While saying that, I took the gelato that was offered to me and licked it.

It was cute that Kate, who pretended to be angry even though she wasn't angry, couldn't hide her happiness.

After all, we wandered around London, and when the hands of Big Ben were a little past 16:00.

Kate ran away, asking me to wait a moment.

(I wonder if there was her acquaintance.)

(…Ah, at times like this, should I “monitor” properly as a Crown?)

(Well, okay)

When I sat on the railing along the river and waited for a while, a woman sat down next to me.

Curly-haired woman: “Ah, I'm sorry, did I bother you?”

Ellis: “No, no, it's not a hindrance.”

Curly-haired woman: “For some reason, I've been feeling dizzy for a while... Can I rest next to you?”

Ellis: “The hospital is right there, should I show you around?”

Curly-haired woman: “Are you okay with that?”

At the casual suggestion, the woman's expression suddenly brightened―she placed her palm on my leg.

(Ah…)

—— Flash Back Begins ——

“If you want me to be that happy, give me this.”

“You want me to be happy again... Give me. Give me your legs!!”

“...In the end, your greed is the most important thing."

“I can't go anywhere anymore. Are you satisfied?”

—— Flash Back Ends ——

Unpleasant memories come back, and discomfort crawls from the depths of my stomach.

I tried to swallow it down, then—

Kate: “Sorry I made you wait! …Oh? Who is this person?”

(Miss Kate...)

With something hidden behind her back, Kate stared at me with a worried look on her face.

Ellis: “…I heard she’s feeling dizzy.”

Kate: “Eh, are you okay?”

Curly-haired woman: “…What the hell, are you with her?”

Kate: “Eh?”

Curly-haired woman: “My dizziness is gone. See you soon.”

The woman sprang to her feet and walked away calmly.

Kate: “…Was it a lie…?”

Ellis: “It seems so. I'm glad she’s not dizzy.”

Kate: “If you take a closer look, Ellis is also somewhat pale.”

Kate's palm gently touched my forehead.

Kate: “It doesn't seem like you have a fever, but...”

("If you don't like, say it," …it was a promise.)

Ellis: “My leg was touched a while ago... I just remembered something a little unpleasant.”

Ellis: “I'm not good at it, just having my legs touched.”

Kate: “…Is that so.”

Without asking why, Kate just nodded in agreement.

Kate: “Thank you for letting me know.”

Ellis: “…? Why, thank you?”

Kate: “…You always care about people's happiness and doing this and that for them.”

Kate: “Because there is no one without greed… I’m sure Ellis will..…”

Kate: “Aren’t you holding back a lot of the things you want to do?”

(What I want to do...?)

The memory that just revived began to scratch the inside of my chest again.

Kate: “That's why I didn't want you to put up with anything you didn't like today.”

Kate: “Because you told me and keep our promise. So thank you.”

Kate: “And happy birthday.”

Ellis: “This…”

What she hid behind her back was a bouquet of pale purple roses.

A calm and sweet scent that is perfect for the evening wafts into the air, riding the gentle breeze.

Ellis: “Sweet smell.”

Kate: “Fufu, are you happy?”

Ellis: “…Hmm, I’m so happy.”

(But that's why… I have to give this to you.)

Ellis: “Can you close your eyes for a moment?”

Kate: “Eh? What…”

Kate was confused, but covered her eyes with both hands.

Kate: “Are you ready?”

Ellis: “Yeah, I am.”

(Even though you say there is no one without greed.)

(I feel like I don't need desire.)

If I don't do that, I feel that the "love" in me will turn into something terrible.

Ellis: “…Okay, open your eyes.”

Kate: “…!”

When I handed over the wreath made from the roses that I had received earlier, Kate looked at me alternately with the wreath, looking bewildered.

Kate: “This is a present for Ellis, nevertheless.”

Ellis: “Yeah. That's why I wanted to use it to make you happy.”

With a troubled smile on her face, Kate held the flower crown to her chest with care.

Kate: “…Ellis …is a bit of a troubled person, isn’t he?”

(Ah…)

Suddenly, my heart is shaken.

The afterglow of the setting sun coloured Kate.

Vivid and beautiful gradation from orange to purple.

The colour that can be seen only for a short time between day and night.

(I want to stop time now.)

It was a pure desire that was only for me.

Kate: “It's already evening... A day goes by in the blink of an eye.”

Kate's voice brings me back to my senses.

Kate: “It's time to go back to the castle.”

Kate's eyes seem to say, "I still want to be with you."

(But—Am I the one who thinks so?)

(I have to make sure it's not an illusion.)

I took a deep breath and closed the distance between me and her.

Ellis: “Hey, Miss Kate.”

I put my hand on the parapet and locked Kate inside.

Ellis: “I really don't want to go home. ...Can’t I?”

Kate: “Huh…?”

The usual way of pretending to be selfish and ascertaining the true intentions.

It has to be pretend, so I have to carefully lock the desires you have.

Kate: “It's..... It's no good. Everyone is waiting at the castle.”

Ellis: “…But, Miss Kate doesn’t seem to want to go home. You're making a face that says otherwise.”

Kate's thin ears are dyed slightly.

Ellis: “Thanks to you, I was happy today.”

Ellis: “How are you, Miss Kate? How happy are you now?”

Ellis: “I want to make you the happiest as a thank you for today.”

Kate: “...Ellis.”

Ellis: “What do you want? It's good to go shopping without worrying about money, and if there's someone you want to meet, I'll take you there.”

Kate: “I don't need anything... because today is Ellis's birthday.”

Ellis: “Whatever I can do, I'll do it. Kisses and hugs... Even more than that.”

Kate: “That kind of thing is special ...with the person you love. That's why you’re going to be the happiest... I think...”

(Ah... I see)

Ellis: “Then, it's fine if you get to like me in particular.”

Kate: “Heh…?”

Ellis: “I'll do my best.”

Kate's eyes are swaying.

Ellis: “Someday, I will make you the happiest.”

(Not for me, for you.)

(I'll grant you everything. I'll make you happy.)

At twilight, in an instant—

The area was already beginning to sink into the colours of the night.

…Fin…

Masterlist

Letter

[northpen]

i finished writing chapter 1 of my new fic (i'm going to write it to completion before uploading it) so here is a sneak peek of the introduction!! (warning for needles and a character being sedated)

1. LLOYD — 07:22 AM

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. And they especially don’t like him the day after a Garmadon attack on Ninjago City. 

It hurts, but Lloyd can’t bring himself to blame them. His father’s attacks hurt people. They level buildings. They destroy lives. They make people angry, and angry people need a target for their aggression. Since Lord Garmadon is good at hiding, they turn to the next best thing: his son. 

This makes going outside pretty dangerous. On normal days, it isn’t uncommon for strangers to yell at him, or attack him, or even try to follow him home from school. If a Garmadon attack is particularly destructive, Lloyd doesn’t bother leaving his apartment at all—people have the tendency to get a little stabby when the damage is bad enough. It just isn’t safe for him. 

Last night was the worst attack they’d seen all year. Lloyd would need to have an actual death wish to risk showing his face on the street. 

It’s a good thing he doesn't plan on being outside for more than ten minutes. 

After getting dressed, Lloyd reaches below his sheets and sticks his hand into a slit in the mattress. He pulls out a small satchel of electronics. Now, these aren’t just any electronics—they’re gifts from Blue, resident tech designer of the Secret Ninja Force. Among the goodies are a stun gun, smoke pellets, by-pass keys, and a number of other devices he could use for self-defence. Their presence in his mattress has always made him feel a little safer at home. 

Lloyd upends the bag over the floor. He pushes the smoke pellets out of the way, then crushes each device underfoot. Once they’re reduced to small enough pieces, he sweeps them up and dumps them in the toilet. He tosses in the smoke pellets and flushes them away. 

Before returning home last night, he ditched his ninja communicator in a pile of rubble. His gi is stored under bricks somewhere else in the city. There is absolutely nothing in his apartment or on his person that could connect him to the Green Ninja. 

You see, Lloyd doesn’t plan on being safe today. But he doesn’t plan on dying, either. 

He’s going to be abducted instead. 

08:10 AM

If this were a normal school day, Lloyd would leave his apartment building through the fire escape and make his way to school through Ninjago City’s alleyways. He would move with his hood up and head down to conceal his face. He would hide behind dumpsters and boxes if he heard anyone else in the alleyway. He would take different routes to make it impossible for someone to trace his path back to his apartment building. No one knows where he lives, and Lloyd intends to keep it that way—it’s the only place where he can be himself without facing danger. 

Today, he leaves his building not via the fire escape, but through the front entrance. He walks along a main road, hood down and chin up to give anyone passing by a clear view of his face. If anyone is looking for Lloyd Garmadon this morning, they’ll find him. And he knows people are looking for him. 

A few blocks ahead of him, a couple of men stand beside an idling van with tinted windows. While crossing a busy intersection, he sees another van waiting on an adjacent road. One of the men posted outside is conducting a sweep of the area. When he sees Lloyd, he puts a handheld radio to his mouth and starts speaking. 

Lloyd steps onto the same block as the first van. His heart beats quicker with anticipation. As he moves to pass the van, one of the men steps directly into his line of sight. Lloyd crashes head first into his chest. 

It’s a little hard to act annoyed, but he does his best.  “Ugh, watch it,” he grumbles. He tries to step around the enforcer, but he moves to block his path once more. 

The enforcer opens his jacket, giving Lloyd a peak at the long blade strapped to his chest. With a smile, he asks, “Did you need a lift to school today, Garmadon?”

Before Lloyd can respond, the enforcer grabs him by his shirt and pulls him towards the van. Lloyd puts up a pretend struggle, pulling at his arms and kicking his knees, but refrains from using one of the many tricks he knows that could be used to get out of his grasp. Another enforcer opens the van’s back doors and helps drag Lloyd inside the rest of the way. 

The doors are shut behind them. A thick bag is pulled over Lloyd’s head, robbing him of his vision. Someone binds his wrists behind his back with scratchy rope. Once they're done, they use their weight to pin him to the van’s floor. As the van pulls away, the rumbling engine rattles his skull painfully. 

“Ow,” he mumbles. He makes a half-hearted attempt to throw off the person on top of him. They punish him by pulling back his head and slamming it against the floor. 

“Shut up!” they command. “If you keep talking, we’ll gag you.” 

That isn’t threatening enough to silence him. “What do you want from me? 

Another voice—the enforcer from outside—speaks up. “We want your father. We want him gone. You’re going to help us do that.” 

Lloyd opens his mouth to protest, but falls short of speaking when he feels something prick his arm. The effect is immediate. Within seconds, his body feels heavy as lead and he can barely think at all. 

Sedation. Of course. 

“Just sit tight, kid,” the enforcer says. “This will be over before you know it.” 

With sick satisfaction, Lloyd smiles at how wrong they are. All of his kidnappers are wrong. 

They want to use him as bait for Lord Garmadon. Unfortunately for them, Lloyd’s father doesn’t care for him at all—he won’t exchange peace for Lloyd’s life. This whole plan of theirs is going to end up as yet another fruitless attempt to save the city from Garmadon’s attacks. 

That doesn’t mean it won’t save him. As long as he doesn’t die in the process, Lloyd will leave this kidnapping an innocent man. The world will finally realize that Lloyd has nothing to do with his father and leave him alone. 

Okay, so maybe this isn’t the smartest way to prove his innocence. But Lloyd has tried every other trick in the book, and sixteen long years of isolation and undeserved hostility are starting to make him a little desperate. This is a huge gamble, but it’s one he’s willing to take. It’s one he has to take. 

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. This abduction is going to change that for good. 

[thisisntmyrightera]

Idol? no thanks, i'm the hellfire princes! | Joseph Quinn x Kpop Idol

SUMMARY: While living your dream of being an idol in South Korea you accidentally reveal who your crush is on a Vlive and your fans start doing their job for you to meet them.

Note: This idea came after a friend ask me about what would happen if this were real, the reader is of legal age

Words: 2,851

Note: English isn't my first language, so i make my best.

All interactions are well received and appreciated.

Thanks for reading!

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- I've trained a lot these days and I'm also rehearsing for the next tour so please come to see us - you smiled at your phone reading the comments that appeared on the screen that came from followers of your group around the world

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Pr33tie123: Did you like Ateez's comeback? Rosievmp: Will you come to America? y/naroundtheworld: Did you dye your hair? It looks darker, I love it! millie4everlv: Did you see the new season Stranger Things?

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- I hope we can go to America soon - Your eyes moved between the comments smiling trying not to drop any spoilers that could compromise you in the next tour dates - Yes! - You smiled excitedly reading the Stranger Things message - I've been watching it with Min-Ju and the truth is that we love it sooooo much, I don't think we can wait for volume 2

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oliviaweeh: Who is your favorite character? flourwer: Eddie must definitely be her favorite, she's always had a thing for tough guys.

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-My favorite?...-you looked to one side of your room while you hugged your pillow thinking- I think Eddie, he is my favorite because he makes me feel comfortable, definitely Eddie is very close to the type of boy that I like both physically and in his feelings and definitely if he were real I would give him a chance - you smiled biting your lip - oh I have to show you something - you got up carefully not to drop your cellphone from the position in which you had it accommodated going to your closet taking your Hellfire shirt coming back happily showing it to the camera - Yunho Sunbaenim gave me this when he found out I was obsessed with Eddie, I've been wearing it for rehearsals because it's so comfortable.

That night your live ended with many good comments and some others asking you to focus on your career and leave the "games" of love for a character, all normal if you remembered the environment of your career.

Taking advantage that the new song of your group had come out and you were in the last days of promotion, the agency decided to upload a video on social networks with a dance practice where your position as the center of dance was noted throughout the video while you were wearing your Hellfire shirt, making the comment box filled with good comments about how coordinated and well trained they were but also how they stole the attention.

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Sarah Lee: Y/N is definitely the queen of Hellfire JooShin12: Somebody tell Y/N to stop wearing that shirt or we'll have to change the lightstick to one with Hellfire's colors. Y/g/n4ever: Someone show this to Joseph Quinn, SAP! ArmyXy/f/n: Why is she so perfect? now i'm fighting between her and joseph because i love them both.

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Quickly 4 weeks passed and the tour began, Asia had its first dates, then a couple more in Europe until arriving in London, if someone had told you 3 years ago that one day you would be performing at Wembley you would never believe it, you were a girl with almost impossible dreams and in your type you were the first to make them come true and succeed with your 6 friends and colleagues, it was the moment of your life, you could not expect anything better because you already had everything

-Hello, welcome! - you smiled greeting the fans who passed in front of you and the other girls at the fan meeting they had hours before the concert

-I brought you something, a small gift - One of the girls who had beautiful hair dyed pink smiled at you nervously as she sat in front of you taking out of her bag a small stuffed bat with a bandana - it's Eddie Bat, I did it for you because I know you like that character a lot just like me

-Oh my god - you smiled excitedly taking it carefully looking at the details - you did it? I love him too much

-Yes, I sewed the bat and then I added the bandana to make it look like Eddie's -the girl looked at you excitedly holding her album to be signed with a slight shake in her hands when you were in front

One after another they sat down in front of you giving you small gifts, some sweets, small boxes of chocolate milk, a headband with a pair of bat wings, a T-shirt with the legend ''Hellfire Princess'', Eddie's pins made by one fan and even replicated the bandana he wore in the Upside Down. There were dozens of gifts that multiplied among 7 members became hundreds but yours were well recognized, each of you had a well-defined personality and your company respected that, but among hundreds of pink stuffed animals and sweet posters your gifts with bats were well identified.

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-Are you ready? - Your manager's voice rang loud in the dressing room while the microphones were connected, the last strands of hair were arranged and you prepared to go on stage - let's do it right girls! fighting!!

That was the final signal, the steps towards the stage were not new but they always made you nervous while your hands moved around your body rectifying that everything was in its place and your whole outfit was complete.

The screams around Wembley were intense, so much so that they shook the ground under your feet as you took your position breathing deeply trying to erase your nerves, the two most intense hours of your day were coming and you had to do it perfectly.

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-Hey come...come- Aria took your hand smiling as she moved her microphone away from her lips- someone came to see you

-Who? - you smiled putting away your microphone following her curiously looking at the public waving

-Look, there - she smiled excitedly pointing to the crowd making you look carefully, narrowing your eyes by the light of the spotlights - can you see?

-Oh my...-you looked at her, covering your embarrassed mouth, avoiding screaming to return your gaze and greet embarrassedly, making a small bow, how could it be possible? Millie, Natalia, Charlie and Joseph in the same place as you? Looking at you? would they have noticed when you nearly lost your breath on your high note? when you tripped through the water on the stage floor? when a fan in the front row threw a stuffed toy for WooJeon and you decided to kidnap them by running all over the stage?

Now all your movements were subtly taken care of, the 80 thousand people had been reduced to one... Joseph Quinn who was looking at you and you didn't know where to hide all the nerves that were growing inside your body, it wasn't possible.

-You can do it, the worst is over, he already knows that you admire him-your leader approached you perfectly reading your body movements hugging you while he laughed to comfort you

-I feel so tiny - you laughed hugging her to leave her quickly and run to your position because you knew the part of the choreography planned for the end of the song was coming.

After a few minutes your mind cleared up a bit to continue with the show in routine, your accelerated breathing was noticeable in your chest and the sweat that ran down your forehead felt cool against your skin while you continued doing more and more dance steps that ended with the screams of the fans and the thousands of lightsticks in front of you were waving frantically.

This was your dream? totally and you enjoyed it in every second that passed!

Finally the two hours ended and after saying goodbye to the public one by one of you went down, your turn was almost in the middle one so you ran to the dressing room to drink some water and also ask the doctor who accompanied you on tour for help, your right ankle It was starting to hurt again and they had to check it out to rule out an injury.

-Girls, we must recover a little, please take a breath, drink water, we are going to greet some guests - your manager called you while he was holding his phone

Shit...shit shit, guests, that's what how staff call celebrities who attend events and let them go behind the stage to greet you.

-Just relax! -Your leader laughed wiping her sweat with a towell as she walked calling the girls

Relaxed? of course you should be relaxed, you were one of the older members, you should show maturity and calm in front of the maknaes

-I'm going! - You sighed tired taking the hand of one of your members walking carefully towards the other room where part of the staff was already with the guests, actors and athletes, some were there as fans and others had taken their children to see their show.

-Hello, nice to meet you - you smiled kindly and excitedly posing with each of the guests in group photographs, signing autographs and receiving compliments on your dancing and singing posing in photos where they only asked you to appear with them

And almost at the back there were them looking at all of you smiling, part of the UK cast of Stranger Things waiting their turn

-Shit - you whispered feeling a thousand butterflies beating furiously in your stomach but smiling as your years of training had teach you to deal with situations like this - Hi- you greeted kindly one by one walking behind your members

-I know you - Joseph smiled looking at you with his cheeks flushed

-Yes, I also know you- you smile shy making your members laugh when looking at you nervously

-I told the guys that I have received thousands of messages everywhere talking about your group but especially about you, about how much you love Eddie and honestly, I don't want to sound rude but I had never listen your music before but as soon as I started to see all this comments and videos that the fans show me I like your music and I couldn't stop and I had to download all your music on my Spotify and then I became a big fan and here I am

-We are here for him, he didn't want to come alone - Natalia joked taking Charlie's arm making everyone laugh breaking the tension and nerves

-We hope you liked our show; we made a lot of effort so that you enjoyed it - your leader speak making you just settle down interlocking your hands on your lap listening attentively with your eyes on your shoes feeling that the floor was spinning

-It was totally great, I had never come to a show where they emanate so much energy, really your songs are so catchy, I am definitely your fan and I need one of those lights that your fans use, they are totally beautiful - Millie spoke euphorically as she normally does making you and the members laugh shy, some covering their mouths and you swaying on your feet a bit noticing how sweet she was.

-Do you think if we take a picture before we leave? -Natalia smiled showing her cell phone and handing it to someone from the staff so that she could capture the moment

It was funny and difficult to include 11 people in the image but after some knelt down and others settled in the back the image came out perfect, realizing at the end that you were between Joseph and Millie feeling nervous.

-Do you mind if we take a picture together? I never post anything on my instagram but I really want to do it this time - Joseph looked at you shy with a tender smile

-Yes, of course - you smiled back nervously approaching him while Charlie took Joseph's cell phone and settled in front of you

It was a matter of seconds before both of you found the perfect pose, Joseph's right arm perfectly accommodated around your waist, your head slightly tilted towards his side while one of your legs was carefully bent making you look sweet next to him.

-Another one - Charlie smiled enjoying the moment

-As in Hellfire-Joseph looked at you smiling raising his fingers towards his head doing the iconic pose of Eddie with horns while you imitated him both sticking out their tongue a little staring at the camera

-You guys look so adorable - Charlie laughed looking at them showing you the image and returning the cell phone to Joseph to go back to Natalia

-While I was watching one of the videos of you even at the concert you made a sign, it's something like...- Joseph laughed trying to form a heart with his fingers making you laugh too at how adorable he looked trying

-Oh it's something like this, it's a heart that is made a lot in Korea- you took his hand careful accommodating his fingers- something like that

-Ahh I understand - he smiled at you, putting his phone a little up where you and him could be together again in the image, while you leaned on his shoulder forming the same heart making the most adorable selca in the history of your group - I like this one a lot - he smiled again blushing looking at you - do you mind if I upload them to my social networks?

-Nono, you can do it, it's fine - you looked at him nervously pressing your lips trying to stop smiling

-I will, I promise- his eyes looking at the cell phone while he looked at the pictures finally made you smile a little looking too

-This is my favorite - you pointed shy to the image where both of them did the Eddie pose

-You like? I can send it to you if you want- he looked at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, making you nod excitedly-why not...give me your number and I'll send it to you later

-Sure - would you get in trouble? Maybe yes, the ban on couples was from the big agencies and what could be wrong with it? Already some members were dating boys in Korea, there would be nothing wrong if you had a friend in London...right? So why not take a chance?

Joseph typed your number on his cell phone saving it with your name and a small pink flower emoji next to him showing you so that you would give him your approval smiling when he saw you nod

-Y/N we have to go - your leader called you while the other members said goodbye giving small bows and waving their hands walking towards their dressing room

-Yes, of course - you agreed looking again at Joseph smiling at him embarrassed- I need to go, it was a pleasure to meet you

-The pleasure was totally mine, you're great - he hugged you making you do it too and then slowly let go and you will walk back saying goodbye to the other people entering your dressing room

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Not much time later, when while you were on your  way to the hotel your cell phone started to ring like crazy, all your social networks were saturated with messages, comments, everyone was crazy and you didn't know the reason why, or maybe you did?

-Wooo look at your instagram- WooJeon shouted excitedly jumping on her seat making you quickly take out your phone and your eyes widened

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-Joseph Quinn has started following you -9,028 new followers - 2,9732 new likes -Joseph Quinn tagged you in a post

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-I must leave the country - you laughed covering your nervous face making your members laugh hugging you

-You're in love??? -Your leader laughed annoying you while she tried to look at your face

-Nooo - you laughed again covering yourself embarrassed looking at your phone

Joseph Quinn: As long as we're not in a band, or in science, or parties, the princess of Hellfire and I will continue to enjoy the most metal concert ever. @y/username keep surrounding yourself with bats, they look good on you.

-That's flirting, it's totally flirting! - Min-Ju laughed pushing you slowly excited - he liked you!

-Shut up - you laughed embarrassed covering your face but lowering your hand a little to read the comments

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Hellfireanne: My parents met, you can adopt me now Y/g/n4ever: This is a multiverse? This is possible? my bias and the dungeon master in the same photo. Josephquinnsource: They definitely have chemistry, please respect her, let's not scare her away from Joseph. y/npinkybow: Y/N Wake up! WE TOTALLY LIKE THIS!

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-Look at her, her face is going to explode, it's so red- the maknae spoke from behind the truck laughing

-Leave me alone -you laughed looking at them returning your attention to your phone when you heard it ring with a notification

Unknow number: Y/N can you hear me?, wake up! ♥

[danjaley]

Get to Know Me - Sims Style

Thanks for the tag @nocturnalazure

Tagging whoever would like to do this - I'm just home from work on a Sunday, so only light tasks for my brain please.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I've never been the type who enjoyed killing off their Sims, so I haven't been very interested in the various death-types. Years ago I've seen someone reply to this question "the mummy curse, because of the darkening vision effect and the sandy death-animation and ghost". This inspired a generation of my gameplay legacy, but I manipulated it so the Sim turned into a mummy instead of dying.

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

Maxis match, especially for clothing. I like the clear silhouettes of MaxisMatch clothing and I think they work best with most animations.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

In gameplay I prefer to achieve weight-changes the natural way. In storytelling of course I make the characters the way I need them.

Do you move objects?

In storytelling always, in gameplay sometimes to decorate.

Favorite Mod?

The technically obvious answer is NRaas because the game is literally unplayble without them. I love how many gameplay mods are being released these days.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

For every Sims game I was a bit late to the party and waited until it came with a pets expansion. This and Seasons. The world is not complete without animals and seasons.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

As @nocturnalazure said, I understand it as "we're live now". It's called "Live-Modus" in German and in a German word that's the only way "live" is pronounced.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I still think the cast of Of Chevalry are the best Sims I've ever made. I don't see characters' faces very clearly in my head, but these really turned out the way I hazily imagined them.

Have you made a simself?

It's my icon.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Is this a question for the Sims 2 or 4 players?

Favorite EA hair?

I like the braided updo from the basegame. I use a lot of EA hair actually, especially for male Sims.

Favorite life stage?

Depends. For babies, toddlers, and to some extend children, I wish there were more content and gameplay in the actual game. On the other hand, this makes it fun to make mods for them. Teens and elders I wish were more different from adults, and I wish the developers had gone the extra step and made all clothing available teen-to-elder, like in Sims 4. In my stories I try to show my characters' development in whatever age they currently are.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I'm not a very good builder. My best own buildings are square and simple.

Are you a CC creator?

I dare say.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I feel really old when I think of all my mutuals who are no longer active. Around 2015 there were so many historical and storytelling Sims 3 simmers! Sometimes I think of their stories and how they might have continued...

Do you have any sims merch?

Until last year there was a cardboard plumbob hanging next to our family-computer. But we finally realized every family member has their own computer now, so we removed that office corner.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do, but it only has a handful of three-second screen-captures from my game. At one point tumblr's video upload didn't work, so I linked them from youtube.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

It changed a lot. I always played a historic game, but I was much more eclecticist in the beginning. Of course also new cc came out, and I started using lighting mods and later poses. And I switched from gameplay to storytelling.

What’s your origin id?

danjaley

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

There are many, but the first Sims creator and blogger I discovered was @aroundthesims . Sandy inspired me to start my own Simblr, and what would I do without her custom content?

How long have you had simblr?

Nine years this March.

How do you edit your pictures?

In Photoshop CS2. It used to be Elements but that is no longer working.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

See above.

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Hi! I have been a fan of the story since the first chapter release. I don't have a AO3 (but will get one) or twitter (they took away my ability to look without an account, rude), and was waiting to be anonymous on Tumblr to say, as sad as it will be when it ends, I cannot wait to see what other stories you will create! You are an amazing writer and I wish you nothing but the best! I would also pay money for a signed copy of the story when its completed, it's one of my favorites fics of all time. Would you even consider doing that?

Hi! Thanks so much for the very kind message! And thanks for sticking around! Chapter one was more than 3 years ago... O_O

Okay anyway re: other stories, I do have a lot of other stories! Since you don't have an AO3 account, you are unable to access the locked stories. (They are locked because they are rated E, cuz that's what I'm comfortable with) But there's other stuff there to check out in between chapter uploads :)

re other stories to be created: to be honest... I was kiiiiiiiiind of thinking of retiring from TF fic after Echo Garden. Because. I feel like there's just. No way I could ever have another fic this successful after TEG xD I base this on the fact that there isn't much interest in the past fics I've done. And. I just dunno what I would do next. It's kinda daunting to have a fic with so many readers. And it sucks that the parts of the franchise that inspired me most ended years ago. So long ago, in fact, that many TEG readers say they've never read the comics or watched the show :U Some of the new stuff coming out is great, but it doesn't have the worldbuildy/character stuff that inspires long stories in my brain. So. We'll see. I've always wanted to do a sequel for Face The Past. But again. Who's gonna read it? So yeah, I'm not saying I'm leaving after TEG is done, but if I do, don't be mad xD I wanna work on original stuff. Maybe if it's good enough, I can quit my job and be happy writing, because that's what I really would like to do, and unfortunately I can't make a living off fic.

re printing: .......................

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ok so to be very clear, getting fanfic professionally printed is illegal. print on demand companies are very clear about this fact, and if they catch you, your account will be deleted. I totally don't know this from personal experience. and I totally have never ever ever thought of professionally printing a fic. not once. but if I were to do so, the hurdle would be that I have no idea how to easily collect money and distribute. buying just 50 books up front would cost around $850 (you can tell I've never looked into this, not once). and like. pay/pal is not a friend. so...

I have thought of printing and binding it myself and not selling that cuz that would be illegal as well 👀 but that would literally take me months to do and cost me a ton of money and probably look like an amateur product

so you can see my predicament :'D

GOD I AM ABSOLUTELY DYING TO PRINT IT AND GET IT OUT INTO THE WORLD BUT I AM BOUND BY THE SHIT COPYRIGHT CONSEQUENCES OF ANNE RICE'S BITCHY ANTI FANFIC ACTIONS

I am planning to have a free ebook version of the fic available when it's done! Properly formatted for every kind of ebook, with author's notes and maybe some fan art if the artists are cool with it. I'll leave links when that happens.

But as for print... unless someone out there has access to a printer who's totally cool with this... I'm not sure how it would happen :c

But thank you so much for your interest, that truly warms my heart and I wish I could be on your bookshelf ❤️

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Untitled Part 18

With last night chapter being so bad I decided to upload this early to make up for that train wreck haha I hope you'll enjoy it!

Previous Part

Warnings: small angst, crack

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Next day: 

Finally this day came. My first Toman meeting ever since I got out of the hospital, finally we're going to find out who's going to be the new 1st Division captain. Mikey did not say a word about it and whenever I tried to ask about it he either ignored me or just changed the subject which made me uneasy, knowing this idiot I wouldn't be surprised if it's fucking Hanma or some shit as Mikey loves pulling stunts like that, but with Chifuyu being the vice captain I hope Mikey discussed it with him.

It felt great to wear the Toman uniform again and to ride on my own even if the weather wasn't exactly the best for bike rides. The snow been falling heavily and many of us cursed Mikey for being so adamant to meet at the Musashi shrine. Not enough we're going to freeze our asses off but also gotta somehow climb the goddamn stairs which I imagine gonna feel more like a fucking ice rink than anything else. Is that his plan? Who ever actually makes it to the top gets to be captain? I giggle to myself at the thought as I shut off Goki and take my helmet off once I arrive at the carpark by the foot of the shrine. 

"Someone's in a good a mood" I hear Takashi's voice from behind me and I just give him a wide grin.

"You kiddin'? I'm finally back, baby" I grin feeling like an excited child as I stretch.

"It's glad to have you back" Hakkai gives me a grin then gives me a bro hug and pats my back.

"It was too quiet without you" I hear a familiar voice and my eyes widen. 

"PAH!" I yell and I tackle the missing captain. "I didn't know you been released!" 

"Yeah they shortened my sentence for good behaviour" he winks then hugs me tight.

"They didn't know you, that's why" Takashi grins and we all let out a laugh and pat Pah's shoulder.  

"Definitely not" Draken chimes in with a grin as he appears behind us actually scaring Hakkai and me. 

"I didn't miss any of you fuckers" Pah frowns playfully and Peh just lets out an offended gasp.

"Pah you just lost your husband" I laugh and the guys burst out laughing as Peh acts like an offended lady. 

It felt nice to laugh. We all missed Pah so much, we missed the team. Everything felt like before I was just waiting for Baji to chime in until I suddenly realized he won't. I stop in my track and just turn towards the parking lot, my eyes desperately searching for him. I'm waiting to hear the Goki's exhaust, to hear his cursing as he gets off of his bike and cursing at the vehicle for almost dying on him before giving me a big grin. Even if I deep down I know he won't be there I just stand there and wait. A tear rolls down my cheek until I feel a hand on my shoulder. 

"I miss him too..." as I turn I find Chifuyu standing there looking at me from under his messy black bangs. "Not gonna lie I also waited for him to show up" he sighs then offers me a smile. "Don't be sad. Knowing Baji if he'd see us being sad and depressed over him he'd kick our ass" he frowns and I can't help but let out a small laugh.

"Thanks Matsuno" I smile at him then I hug him. "You're doing alright?" 

"Of course, Peke J keeps me busy" he chuckles. "Though I hate this weather. I do not like snow" he frowns which makes me chuckle a bit.

"To be fair I happily would've had this meeting somewhere indoors" I chuckle then sigh as I look at the stairs then suddenly let out a yelp as I see something sliding down almost knocking me over. 

Once the something stops at the bottom of the stairs we realize it's not a something but a someone and that someone is Hakkai.

"I hate Mikey..." he groans as he lays on his back rubbing his ass. Chifuyu and I couldn't help but let out a laugh before helping the vice-captain up onto his feet. 

"You good Shiba?" I chuckle softly as I brush the snow off of his uniform. 

"Yeah, but I will kick Mikey when I see him" he groans then let out a sigh. "I was almost at the top..."

"I'll help you kick him" I chuckle. "Alright let's give this a try"

Like determined climbers we started climbing the icy stairs but that determination was quickly destroyed when Draken himself along with Mitsuya -who he just dragged with himself the second he slipped- came tumbling down taking all three of us out like some human bowling pins resulting in a pile of Toman at the foot of the shrine.

"Fuck this meeting..." I groan as I lay on top of Draken and Hakkai with Mitsuya and Chifuyu laying across me. 

"You assholes are heavy..." Draken groans from the bottom of the pile.

"What are you all doing...?" a familiar voice comes from our right. Mikey...

"I'm going to kill him" I groan.

"Take a number" Hakkai groans from under me.

"I'll join" Draken joins the groaning meanwhile our commander just stands there giving us a confused look.

"Fuck you and your outside meeting, Manjiro" I say as I look at him then slowly getting up as Chifuyu and Mitsuya helps me on my feet. 

"What's up your asses?" he frowns still having a confused look in his obsidian eyes. 

"What do you think?" Draken growls as he finally gets on his feet brushing the snow off of himself. "The fucking stairs are life threatening" 

"That's why you all should've used the side path... idiots" he shakes his head then sigh. "Follow me" 

"There's a side path?" I whisper as I lean to Hakkai. 

"I don't know" he whispers back.

"I never fucking heard of it" Takashi whispers as we both look at him then all of us glances at Draken.

"Don't look at me like that, do I look like a guy who's good with direction?" he says almost offended. 

We all follow Mikey up to the side path and praise every existing God for finally making up the fucking hill to the shrine where Pah and Peh and rest of Toman already there giving us questioning looks. 

"Say a word and you're all dead" Takashi growls at his division who all just look away immediately.

"Okay, now that I have gathered all of the captains we can finally begin. First of all, thank you all for your hard work in the investigation that has been going on the past few weeks. There are a few things we need to discuss. First of all, I want to welcome back two very important members. Third Division Captain, Haruki Hayashida or as most of us know him; Pah" Mikey announces and raises his hand motioning to Pah who just grins as he stand in front of the gang and we all let out a loud cheer.

"Good to be back home" he grins. "Thank you for having me back" he bows to the gang and there's a mixture of cries and cheers. I wipe a tear from my eyes then let out a loud excited yell. 

"Glad to have you back home, brother" Mikey smiles as he offers Pah a hand which he happily takes then pulls him into a hug. They pat each others back then pull away and Pah comes back to join his fellow captains. 

"Second, I'd like to welcome our Angel back" he shouts then raises his arm to me and I just roll my eyes with a smile.

"Well, apparently you just need to get stabbed to get the spot light" I joke and a laugh runs across the gang and Mikey just rolls his eyes with a smile. "But on a different note, I'd like to thank all of you for all your help and support. You're all my family. Thank you" I say then I bow to the gang. The gang cheers the gives me a round of applause then just I walk back next to Draken who gives me a big grin.

"And now to discuss something that is less cheerful" Mikey starts and my stomach turns as I know what he means especially when Chifuyu walks up to him and stands beside him. I thought I'm going to be okay with it, ready for it but apparently I am nowhere near ready to let Baji go "With losing Baji we have lost not just our 1st Division Captain but a friend, a brother, a soul mate. No one will ever replace Baji, so know that the next 1st Division Captain isn't replacing Baji but will carry on his memory, his work and his devotion to Toman. I had discussed this with Chifuyu and we both agreed that our choice will be the perfect person to carry on Baji's legacy as the Captain of the 1st Division" Mikey explains and there's just pure silence amongst all of us. I clench Draken's hand trying hard not to faint or break down crying. Out of all of us losing Baji hit me and Chifuyu the hardest. "With no further delay, the next 1st Division captain is-" 

"I'm sorry I can't do this" I whisper to Draken as I let go of his hand and I turn away, start walking off, not wanting to hear those words coming out of Mikey's mouth. I just... I can't accept it. Baji's the only 1st Division captain. 

"Angel where the hell do you think your going?" Mikey's voice echoes in the silence and I just stop in my tracks. 

I turn around then bow. "Forgive me, commander but out of my own selfishness I cannot stand to hear nor talk about having a new division captain. No disrespect to who ever is the next captain but to me that division belongs to Baji and no one else. Forgive me for saying it so bluntly but no one other than Chifuyu deserves that title, no one knew Baji well enough to carry on his greatness" I say in a serious tone as I look at him. 

"No one, huh? You're questioning my choice as the commander of Toman?" he asks as he starts walking up to me. 

"Mikey..." Draken steps out but Mikey just quiets him with a simple motion. 

"If it comes to picking anyone other than Chifuyu then yes I do" I say with a more powerful tone as I start to get annoyed. I know I should just stay quiet and going against the commander really isn't a wise idea but when it comes to Baji I just can't think straight. 

"After all these years, you seriously question me...?" he cocks a brow but his tone... it's not his Toman voice, this is not the Invincible Mikey, I wasn't talking to the commander of the Tokyo Manji gang... I was talking to my childhood friend, that sweet dumbass who I have movie marathons with and play fights over snacks. "Matsuno!" he calls out without breaking eye contact with me. 

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Broken Bloodlines Chapter 3

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Hello everyone! Arc two will now be gradually uploaded (every saturday but if someone has a better suggestion im all ears) also the chapters for arc two will be shorter for ease of reading. (i know the general attention span of people has gone down cuz Internet)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read. (not in this chapter but in future ones)

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

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I slammed the book closed and looked around the room, everything was still where it was before and Fable was still sitting in the window though he seemed to be almost done with his book.

He was a really fast reader, especially compared to me.

I wondered what I should do with the book now, just putting it back ment that it was unlikely anybody else would get to read it.

And i didn't want to randomly stuff it into one of the shelves, what if it got damaged?

Also I wasn't sure if I'd find it again if I did that.

Oh wait, I could show it to Oakley. 

He'd probably find such an old book extremely interesting.

Yeah that was a good idea, and then i could ask him if he knew what the thing on the cover was.

Also looking out of the window next to Fable I noticed that I had spent way longer with the book than  originally anticipated.

It was already rather orange out meaning that it was evening already.

Had we really spent a few hours in the library already? 

Time flied by when one was focused huh.

Fable himself was still reading whatever he had grabbed that I assumed had to do with Kamerasca, at least judging by the flag on the cover.

The thing was as thick as his wrist too but he seemed to be almost done with it.

He flipped the pages one by one and took no longer than two minutes at most to read it.

It was really impressive.

Though staring was rude so I looked at the book I found again.

The cover was still the same but I hadn't actually looked at the spine or back so I did that.

The spine was blank and the back was also blank save for what appeared to be nail dug furrows over the left bottom corner.

I did NOT want to know how or why they got there.

Oh well we should probably head back soon anyway or we'd miss dinner.

Just in that moment Fable stood up, having closed his book and walked across the room to put it back.

Perfect timing!

I stood up as well and walked closer to both the door and Fable with the weird book under one arm.

“I think dinner is soon, wanna head out again? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but i don't want to miss it”

Fable just nodded and I opened the door again to the hallway which was now darker than before due to having no windows.

“Say what were you reading? I didn't see the title but you went really fast trough it too”

He looked at me for a split second with his way too red eyes before he answered.

“It was about glassmaking, how to get different colors and shapes as well as how to avoid burning your lungs”

Glassmaking? Well I had seen the church windows and such and i did have to say anyone that had the skill to do so was impressive.

I hadn't even thought about how it got dyed either, since glass had to be melted to work with it it surely wasn't the same dye as was used for fabric.

“Glassmaking huh, haven't really thought about how that's made before if i'm honest”

He offered no comment to that but I could see his eyes flitting down to the book I was holding while we walked.

I held it up a little to show him.

“I wanted to show this Oakley, i think he'll find it interesting so ill bring it to him later”

He nodded slowly again but once again said nothing, Maybe he was tired? 

I was a bit tired as well from straining my brain with reading the cat thing and then this weird book that didn't even have words in it.

It had been strangely enrapturing and exhausting though.

Just then a blonde head turned the corner we were about to round.

“Oh hey Arthur! What are you doing here?”

He looked at both me and Fable and I could see that his neck had a red streak from where Nea had squeezed it.

“Looking for both of you? 

Robin complained that he couldn't find either of you and that you said you'd sit next to him or something”

Oh, right, i did tell him that i would sit near him during dinner, had it already started?

“Really? Dammit I forgot the time, thanks for telling us!”

“Yeah yeah whatever, lets just go i don't want to get the drafty window seat this time”

He turned where he stood and immediately walked back the way he came from so both me and Fable followed him trough the still incredibly stupid floorplan.

We arrived in the dining hall two or three minutes later and I could see that it was already half full with guards and whatnot bickering over whose turn it was to get food from the big pot in the middle of the table.

I just hoped people wouldn't stare at Fable seeing as he did stand out a good bit with his height and paleness, not to mention the ears and red eyes.

I let my gaze wander over the table before spotting Robin near one of the corners where he was currently busy with rifling through a bread platter.

I nudged Fable's arm and pointed to where the Ginger was sitting.

“Lets go before someone decides to steal the spots Robin kept free for us”

Fable nodded once again and we walked over to Robin while Arthur went over to the big pot.

“Robin! Hey, sorry we're late we were in the library and i forgot to check the time”

He looked at me and I could see he had stuffed his cheeks with what looked like one of the vanilla flavored breads.

“If fine! Am ogay wif waiding”

His speech was a little muffled with the bread in his mouth but it was still understandable enough.

I sat next to him so I ended up in the middle of Robin and Fable who ended up having the corner seat.

I hoped he wouldn't mind but it seemed like he didn't really care about it.

I grabbed the plate all the bread was piled on and pulled it closer so Fable could reach it as well.

He sat there for a few seconds not doing anything until I simply handed him a cinnamon bread.

“Here, try this, it's one of my favorites!”

He carefully took it and pulled a bit of it out of the loaf before shoving it in his mouth.

Well that was one way of doing it, Everyone else I knew just bit chunks out of stuff if they could.

He blinked and then pulled out another piece to eat.

Seemed like he had the same affinity for it as I did.

“Good eh?”

He looked up from the bread.

“I can see why it is your favorite”

He then went back to eating by pulling the bread apart and showing the pieces in his mouth.

It was kinda funny if I was honest, but I would never say that out loud of course.

Robin then leaned half over me to grab himself another handful of the small buns on the plate.

“What were you doing in the Library anyway? And why'd you bring a book with you?”

He pointed to the book I had put on my lap to not lose it.

“Fable wanted to take a look at what books we have here, and i took this one because i think it would interest Oakley”

I somehow wasn't keen on showing it to Robin considering the rather graphic nature of the latter half.

Whatever, he had already turned to shovel a bun with what appeared to be walnuts into his mouth.

Fable meanwhile had taken a second cinnamon bread and I decided to also take some.

Yep, still as good as ever.

Leaning forward a bit I could see Arthur in an argument with one of the Guards, I had no idea what it was about though I could guess it had to do with either food or the table itself.

Eh, not my problem.

Robin had in the meantime leaned over to look at Fable again.

If he continued to stare like that I would have to tell him to stop though.

“I don't think your eyes are quite blood red”

Both me and Fable stopped eating for a second and looked confused at him in unison.

Hey, this was the first time I saw Fable genuinely confused!

“What do you mean by that?”

Yeah, what did he mean by that? 

Fable was Albino of course that was blood red.

Robin leaned over even more to stare directly at Fable.

“It’s more…hmmm… it's more Poppy red than Blood red, I can show you, wait a second!”

He bent down under the table and I looked at Fable while he was busy with an expression that I hoped showed that I was so sorry for this and did not know either what was going on right now.

There was a bumping sound followed by a pained exclamation before Robin popped up again with a handful of red flowers that he apparently had stashed under his seat.

“Ow! But look! His eyes have the same color as these poppies!

He held the bundle I now realized to be a flower crown right next to Fable’s face and I did have to admit that it was indeed the exact same color.

I also was not surprised that Robin managed to pull a flower crown from wherever considering the amount of these he made.

“Here!”

He shoved the poppy crown into a still confused looking Fable’s hands who then just sat there staring at it, seemingly not comprehending for a few seconds.

“I can't say he's wrong on this one, your eyes do have the exact same shade of red as these flowers”

He blinked and then tried to hand the flowers back to Robin who was already back to snatching whatever he liked from across the table.

His attention span really was something else.

And now Fable was sitting there not knowing what to do.

“He gave it to you, i doubt he wants it back he gives those out a lot anyway, and he could just make a new one if he needs it”

Fable just stared at it for a few more seconds and I wondered if elves made flower crowns.

“Wait, let me help for a second”

I held out my hands and he handed the little crown over, being careful not to bend any of the petals.

I then gently set it on top of his off white hair, making sure to put it as symmetrical as possible.

“Bit dumb to figure out if its askew or not without a mirror, but hey it really suits you!”

It did, the red against the white made for a nice contrast and the green tunic thing he wore also fit perfectly!

Fable didn't react to the compliment though, and I somehow doubted he'd heard many of those as an Albino.

I knew full well that people were mean to everyone that was deemed different but I wouldn't bring such a thing up unless he wanted to.

The rest of dinner time he was silent but so were we as we tried our way through some of the more seasonal dishes.

Apparently Barsen had brought the kitchen a whole lot of edible flowers and whatnot and I had to admit that the majority of them were absolutely delicious even if they sometimes looked weird.

Fable also seemed to have taken a liking to some of these but I did notice that he kept going back to the little cinnamon breads.

Yeah, I for sure was related to the guy.

After we were done we went outside to try and catch the sunset from the top of the cliff only to walk out into the throne room and see a concerned looking Rikaad standing there.

He wasn't alone either as both Nea and Norrin were right there.

Ignoring Arthur who had accidentally bumped into Robin we went closer to try and figure out what was going on.

Rikaad was Holding a slightly bent paper and with the way his hands looked it seemed he wanted nothing more than to crumple the parchment.

I recognized the broken wax seal on it too as the emblem of the Maringand royal family.

Did they insult him?

Before I could ask what was going on Arthur had already spoken.

“The maringand Royal family? Don't tell me they made a spelling mistake!”

He joked but it didn't land as the other three just looked at him with unamused expressions, well Nea looked like she wanted to hit him again but that was nothing new.

Rikaad then turned to all of us while pointing at the paper.

“This-”

He flicked at the paper with disdain.

“-is a declaration of War from Maringand”

What.

My brain was struggling to work for the second time that day.

War? Maringand wanted war?

“Why?”

Came the legitimate question from Robin.

Rikaad stared at the letter he had received.

“Apparently they don't believe that I'm actually related to the king and question what claims I have to the throne as well as demanding huge chunks of land.

They also want to put ‘actual royalty’ on the Kamerasca throne which means they pick out one of their nobles to put in charge here”

“Im sorry but what the fuck?”

Arthur had gotten quickly over the death stares he received moments ago.

“Well aside from the official records and some of the classified ones there is not much i can do to prove it seeing as he's dead”

So just paperwork? Man all that stupid paperstuff was making things way to complicated.

Wait.

There was another way to prove he was related to the king!

“Wait, I think there is a way to prove you're related! Oakley offered me and Fable to make some sort of blood test to figure out how much genetic stuff we share! Maybe he can help!”

Rikaad looked surprised at this but also the tiniest bit hopeful.

“Well it can't hurt to ask, and frankly I hope that would be enough proof but I'm not fool enough to believe that.

Nea make sure the weapons arsenal is in top shape, Norrin you make sure every Guard and Soldier is fit enough to fight”

He then turned where he stood leaving the confused Nea and Norrin behind while he looked for Oakley.

“Wait!”

Robin ran after him and suddenly I remembered the story of assassins that had killed the previous heirs.

I bolted after them dragging Fable behind me as well as a startled Arthur.

We catched up pretty quickly seeing as Rikaad wasn't actually running.

“Hey now wait a second! If they are out for Blood do you think you should walk around alone? Assassins managed to get in here before and kill the previous heirs!

Whos not to say Maringand won't also send some to get rid of you?”

He didn't stop in his tracks but did go a little slower while Robin let out a frightened squeak and hid behind me while clinging to my arm.

“I am well aware, in fact it is not unlikely that the assassins where send by Maringand in the first place but i refuse to show fear”

Noble of him but that wouldn't do good if he died.

Then Arthur butted in.

“I mean that's perfectly possible, I know Winton, more than I'd like honestly, and I really wouldn't put it past him to do something like that.

He poisoned his own brother to get the throne for fucks sake!

Im just glad he thinks im dead-  oh fuck, what if theres spies? What if he comes over himself and recognizes me?!?”

I hadn't known that he poisoned his Brother but from the brief time I interacted with that asshole it really wasn't out of the question.

Also if he poisoned Arthur's Dad like that it was no wonder they held absolutely no love for each other.

Also if he continued like this he'd give himself a panic attack.

“Arthur calm down, I doubt he'd manage to get in here without anyone noticing unless he shaves that monobrow of his and starts doing actual sport.

But if you don't feel comfortable you can go back inside”

Arthur Actually stopped fretting about nothing at Rikaad’s words, seemingly only now realizing he could just leave and go into the safety of the Castle.

“I- well if you're sure? But what about you? You could be attacked!”

Rikaad shook his head.

“Even if that was the case do you truly think i would go anywhere without means to defend myself?”

He hiked his blue garment up and I could see that aside from the twin daggers that sat left and right in his pocket he also had some sort of platemail under it.

For a second I wondered why that had not made any sound whatsoever but then I saw that between each layer of metal there was another layer of Leather.

Well that would be enough to considerably mute it under the Fabric of his clothes.

“That's actually genius, but man that must have taken forever to build”

Since it was form fitted there was no doubt that it had to be specifically made for him and I had to admit the smith that pulled this off in the short amount of time we were here must be really talented.

“Well it took a week and a half but it does do what it is intended to, with this i can't get stabbed in the back or shot at”

All of us were a lot more at ease now that we knew Rikaad had stuff to defend himself, especially Arthur.

“Oh thank god for your ability to plan ahead, so if you're sure i can go back to the castle then i'm going to do that, maybe help Norrin?”

I had a feeling I knew why he said he'd help Norrin and not Nea.

At Rikaad’s nod he turned where he stood and went back to the castle, frequently looking over his shoulder as well as left and right.

I hoped he'd not get paranoid about this.

“Well we better look if Oakley is at the tower then”

Came the meek voice of Robin from behind me and I had to agree, we'd better get this done as fast as possible.

As for the Book that was still lodged under my arm I’d just put it on a table there, he could take a look at it later after all was okay again.

We had resumed walking after Rikaad tidied up his coat thing again and I couldn't help but glance at Fable.

He'd come here expecting to just meet his Brother and now there was the threat of war aside from the general awkwardness this surely wasn't what he had in mind when he entered the castle.

He seemed to be taking it well though.

But I could see that he seemed just the tiniest bit more alert, I wasn't sure how but it probably had to do with the way his ears seemed to point up a bit more than before.

I had never actually tested how flexible they were, After all, why draw even more attention to them when that would have gotten me killed not even that long ago?

But sure enough after some tries I found that I could make them go up and down, funny but I had no idea if that signaled anything to Elves so I'd better not do it while near Fable until I knew more.

Fable himself seemed to be okay though, at least from what little I knew about him.

I hoped he wouldn't feel obligated to help seeing as he was currently a resident here too.

Then we reached Oakleys Tower, the thing still seemed a little dusty but it already looked a whole lot better than it did at the start.

And Oakley was also here! What luck! I had worried he'd be gone to get more of his stuff from his old hut.

“OAKLEY! Hello! We could use your help for something!”

I hadn't been aware that Rikaad could also get loud but considering Oakley was on what I assumed used to be a flagpole it was necessary to shout as he was a good twenty or so feet up from the ground.

Oakley himself looked down by leaning over backwards which for a moment made me think his spine snapped before he just let himself drop.

He caught himself with his wings before he landed on the ground though.

Fucking show off.

He perched on the windowsill of the tower and cocked his head in that strange way that reminded one of a bird.

“Help? With what? if you want to use me for the war then you can leave right away”

How did he already know? I was pretty sure nobody told him.

Rikaad also looked confused for a split second.

“I'm just not going to question why you already know, and no i was not going to ask you to do such a thing, rather i've been told you have ways to prove if people are related or not”

Oakley bent his head the other way and looked at him with piercing yellow eyes.

“Well yes, but i do need a blood sample, a chunk of tissue would work too but living people usually don't want to lose a finger”

“So you are saying I have to dig him up regardless of what I choose? Well he didn't deserve to rest in peace so i'll arrange that”

Oakley snickered and the sound of that was almost as bad as his laughing.

“Heh, you could say rest in Pieces! 

But yeah, if it helps keep the peace then i'll for sure do it! 

But that means Fable and Donovan need to wait longer for their results”

Oh so he just got back from looking for whatever he needed to test it, no wonder he was on top of the tower! He'd just come back!

And sure enough if I looked up I could make out the strap of one of Oakleys bags.

“I don't mind, i don't think we actually need it anyway”

Really it was rather obvious that we were related at least somehow, we had a similar hair type even if Fable’s was longer than mine, by a lot.

We also shared some facial features even if Fable’s was also again a bit thinner, and we both had the same stubborn lock of hair on our foreheads that wouldn't leave no matter what.

He really looked like a stretched out and less colorful version of me.

I wondered how similar we were exactly, After all, we couldn't have gotten all of our traits from our Father, right?

Oh well whatever, while Oakley and Rikaad talked I decided to keep an eye out in case anyone decided to come near.

“How many gardeners do you have here?”

Fable’s Question caught me off guard.

It was only Barsen, I had even asked him one time if he had any helpers but he had just said he was capable of doing it himself even if I thought that he should get at least one helper for such a big area.

“Just one, Barsen, you already saw him back at the gate when there was chaos, why do you ask?”

But he had already set off into the underbrush before I managed to blink.

“Fable! Wait!”

I went after him leaving a perplexed Robin behind and ducked under the tree Fable just went past.

I had no idea if I was going in the right direction but hearing a surprised shout, one that was too deep to be Fable, somewhere in front of me I decided to keep going until I found him.

Considering the shout I just heard, I hoped he wasn't getting into trouble with the guards.

Getting out of the shrubbery I saw that that wasn't the case as Fable was currently holding someone I had never seen down onto the ground.

The clothes they wore were also unfamiliar but clearly made for camouflage judging by the colors and patterns.

There also was a little bag on the ground that had spilled its contents.

A dagger and a vial that had a sickly looking fluid in it as well as what appeared to be a bunch of the Maringand coins.

So not one of our men then.

“Unhand me! What the hell is an Elf doing here anyway? 

If you are here to kill the new King we could collaborate!”

Definitely not one of our men then, and killing Rikaad? That was a no from me.

I went over to Fable and the man who only now noticed me and bent down to pick up a sword that undoubtedly belonged to the man.

I then stared at the man without saying anything. 

I was angry that Someone just had the audacity to come here and try to kill one of my friends, on the other side the only things this guy had were a poisoned dagger and a tiny sword which was rather laughable.

What did they think? Rikaad was trained to be a guard but it was possible no one knew that and just assumed he was another one of those spoiled prince brats.

Whatever the case it was very clear what the intention of this was and I was half tempted to punch the guy, which apparently showed in my face.

“Eheh i assume there's no room for a bargain?”

Fucker.

But what to do now? Neither me or Fable were allowed to do anything really, maybe I should just go and get someone?

That turned out to not be necessary as suddenly Barsen appeared flanked by a good ten or so Guards.

How the fuck did he know? And I realized in the hassle I had shoved the Book somewhere into Oakleys stuff, eh, he'd find it.

The Guards quickly took the man away from Fable and some of them even congratulated him on catching the guy after doing a double take on his appearance.

They left rather fast and dragged the would be murderer in their middle along with them.

Fable stood back up straight and there wasn't as much as a speck of dirt on him.

Impressive really but the man hadn't really seemed like an expert and from what i had heard Elves could move pretty silently.

But now we were left alone again with Barsen and i still questioned how the fuck he knew about the potential assasin.

He also didn't look too happy.

“You boys should be careful! If that was a trained one you'd surely have gotten injured! What are you doing here anyway?”

Yep, not pleased at all, also-

“Barsen, how did you know there was a dangerous person here? I mean we knew because Fable heard him and then went to look but how did you know? And why did you just get a bunch of Guards instead of sounding an alarm?”

His face shifted into something softer.

“Well I heard Elves had good hearing so i'm not surprised at that part honestly, as for why i didn't sound an alarm that was because it would have caused the guy to bolt and then we'd have less of a chance of possibly priceless intel.

As for How i know, well i told you before that i always know what is going on in the Garden, Plants are alive too you know and they can feel stress”

Oh, so by observing the plants he tended to every day he knew if something was amiss, and apparently where too.

Well it made some sense and I just hoped the plants never led him to me when Robin was chilling in my Pouch, That would be a disaster to explain.

“Well I knew you had a green thumb but what the hell? 

Well whatever, me and Fable better get back to Oakleys tower now since the others are probably confused as to where we went”

He just smiled and picked up the sword the Guards forgot to take with them.

“It is nice that you boys are keeping an eye out but please think about your own safety too!”

With that he left and disappeared back into the greenery.

“He is also a strange man”

I jumped a bit as Fable had snuck up on me and was directly on my right side, just barely not touching.

“Fable! Are you okay though? I know that guy had poison or whatever that was, also next time please tell someone what you are doing! And Barsen isn't nearly as weird as Oakley, he's just a plant guy”

Fable just blinked.

“I do not have a single scratch on me, besides even if i had been injured i have been immunized against the more common poisons over the course of my childhood”

What the fuck, did he mean that? But that would mean he'd been repeatedly poisoned in small doses as a KID of all things!

“Fable, that is fucked up”

He didn't seem to comprehend that and for a second I worried the poisons he got as a kid affected his brain a little as his eyes still looked a bit weirdly dull and lifeless.

I hoped not but it really didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it so I sighed.

“Well nothing to do about that now, lets just get back and next time we'll inform a Guard if there is something suspicious going on”

He nodded and then followed me back to the Tower where Rikaad was just stepping out of.

“Thank you Oakley, i will see to it that you get a good tissue sample even if that means i have to dig the old man up myself”

Oakley stepped out after him.

“Oh no problem! I'm always for defiling the rich! Well not you, you actually do smart stuff with the money! That's something I've rarely seen!”

Rikaad shook his head at that strange comment.

“It shouldn't be rare… well i better make the arrangements now”

“You mean get a shovel”

Oakleys half-joke actually managed to get a rare smile on Rikaads face.

Just then Robin saw we had come back and immediately went up to us and asked what was going on.

“Where did you two go? Are you alright? Why'd you run off like that?”

Oh boy here we go, how the fuck was i supposed to tell him we caught a potentional assassin? He'd freak out and get upset we went into danger like that.

Also we still had to notify Rikaad about it too.

“We have intercepted an intruder”

Came Fables blunt and short answer and honestly that probably was the best way to say it.

It didn't outright state what the guy was doing or why he was there, just that someone that's not supposed to be here still sneaked in.

“Yeah Fable heard some guy walk through the bushes and we went to see but Barsen got some Guards so no worries”

Robin seemed to be placated by that answer but Rikaad didn't look too pleased.

“I'll have the doors checked, if anyone forgot to lock them well have a problem”

Right, the guy actually came from the side door i used when i first set foot into the castle, if there was a security flaw it better be fixed soon.

We turned away from the tower and Oakley who could be heard shoving things this way and that, likely making space for later, and went back to the castle.

“So Oakley said he'd do the test thingy, that means digging the old man up, at least for a little bit right? Do you need help? Im sure if we ask Barsen for a shovel hell lend us one”

“My first thought was to ask one of the guards to do it but I can't feasibly ask any of these upstanding people to dig a corpse up so yes, I'm going to do it myself.

And you don't have to help, i doubt anyone wants to see the half rotted carcass of a human”

That was true, I really didn't think anyone in their right head would want to see something like that, aside from a scientist maybe but to be fair those guys weren't all that normal either.

“If you're sure, just see to it that you aren't a prime target for the enemy”

“Don't worry i'm not going alone,  i'll take Norrin and some other Guards with me.

As for you all i don't think you should stay in Donovans hut or the Loft built into it”

What? Where else was I supposed to stay then?

A good question that Robin spoke aloud just as I thought it.

“What? Why? And where else can we stay then? Fable too of course!”

“I'll see to it that you get rooms inside of the castle,  but for now i think it is a bit too dangerous to be in the built on construct that you normally use.

It stands out, and thus might be attacked and if you are there, well...”

Oh, so that was why, it made sense, I wasn't even sure why that thing was built in the first place but if he thought we were safer inside the castle then I'd stay there, at least while sleeping.

The floorplan was still a nightmare though.

“Okay, you are right in that i just hope i can memorize where it is in that nonsense floor plan”

He nodded and even Robin agreed on that.

“Yeah, who built it like that? Also if we have to stay in the castle can we get rooms next to each other?”

“Of course,  if i remember correctly there are some empty rooms next to Nea”

That drew a laugh from Robin.

“Haha no wonder they're empty! The Guards have to deal with Nea all day already so I doubt they're gonna want to sleep near her!”

As soon as he said it I realized he was probably right and I couldn't help but laugh too, with Rikaad eventually joining as well.

Fable didn't laugh but the smile he was wearing seemed less fake than the ones he had before.

We went back to the castle pretty quickly after that to avoid any more possible intruders.

While Rikaad arranged a shovel and the like to dig his old man up he instructed Nea to show us where the rooms were.

Since Arthur already knew as Nea had thrown a shoe at him from her window he went with Rikaad after borrowing an old helmet to hide his face.

Also I was fifty percent sure he only instructed Nea to do this so she wouldn't follow him to the gravesite.

Also it was better to get used to having Nea next to us since we were staying near her place anyway.

There were two free rooms both left and right to Neas which didn't really surprise me.

But it meant I had to share with someone as did Robin, Arthur and Fable.

I decided to share with Fable as I had offered to do so in the shed anyway, besides he was my brother and I wasn't sure how he'd take to sharing with either Arthur or Robin.

So I ended up in a room with Fable while Arthur and Robin shared the other empty one.

Which led to where I was now, sitting on a weirdly soft mattress across the room from where Fable’s bed stood.

He was also sitting on his bed, mimicking me in pose.

Well, that was awkward, maybe attempt smalltalk?

But over what? I looked back at Fable and the first thing I noticed was once again how similar we actually looked with the lock of hair and the pointy ears and teeth.

I wondered how many traits we each got from our father and which ones from our respective moms.

That might be a good topic to talk about?

Even if it wasn't, I still was curious now that I thought about it.

“You look a lot like me, well if i was taller, thinner and paler, do we both just look like our Father or did you get some traits of your mom as well?

I know I got some traits from mine, like the hair color and eye color too weirdly enough, and I think I got her eyebrow shape as well.

So what about you? What traits did you get from your mom?”

He seemed confused for a second, his red eyes looking at his hands, which rested in his lap for a split second.

“Ah, yes, my mother and aunt,  i guess some of my traits are from her, but i'm not sure which ones”

I just stared at him for a second or two.

What he had just said didn't make sense, unless-

“Fable?”

He looked at me with his way too red eyes that seemed so uncannily doll-like and dull that were framed by off white eyelashes.

“Hmm?”

I never had wanted so badly to be wrong before but now-

“Are.. are your parents siblings?”

I prayed that he would say no, that he'd say no and that I was wrong.

“Yes, they are”

Oh.

So it wasn't that he was just randomly an albino, there was an actual reason for it.

Why? Surely Elves knew about genetics at least a little.

Why was such a thing even allowed in the first place? 

Poor Fable, no wonder he was so awkward all the time, he had to live with the knowledge that he was the product of incest.

I stood up and crossed the room before I myself knew what I was doing and pulled Fable into a hug.

He didn't move to hug back or anything but he did rest his head on my shoulder.

“I'm not going to judge you, and I'm not going to EVER tell anyone about this, okay?”

I could feel him nod but before I could say anything more a voice outside called for everyone to put out their lights and go to sleep.

Since I had turned to the source of the sound it allowed Fable to slip out of the hug and blow out the candle he had on his side of the room.

Apparently he didn't want to talk more today, and that was fine.

Admitting such a thing wasn't easy and if he was tired I'd let him rest.

Also I had no idea how long he was traveling before he arrived in Kamerasca so he might need it a lot more than he let on.

So I went back to my side of the room and put my candle out as well.

“Goodnight Fable”

He didn't answer but I could hear the shifting of fabric as he pulled the cover over himself.

I decided to sleep as well,  Since it was dark there was nothing else to do anyway.

Pulling the blanket over myself I laid on my side with knees tucked closer to my torso.

It took me a few seconds to realize what I was doing.

I had prepared to curl myself around a potential sleepy tiny friend joining me while I was Giant.

But right now I was human sized, had been almost all day so there was no possibility of that happening.

Especially not while in a room that was smaller than my Ardua form.

But it was funny how fast i had accustomed to being around people even when sleeping.

Well mostly my friends as other people were understandably a bit wary of something so big.

Aside from Barsen maybe but he was something else.

…

The mattress was way too soft.

How was anyone supposed to sleep on this?

Maybe if I turned to lay on my other side?

I shuffled a bit to turn but found that wasn't helping either.

Damnit.

Maybe if I were to lay still for a bit I'd fall asleep?

After an hour of that and trying not to think about anything there still wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in my body.

Well i really wasn't used to an actual bed,  I had either slept on the floor or in a bunch of hay.

Or the Ardua form of course.

Maybe the bed itself was the problem?

I shuffled the covers off of myself and wanted to lay on the floor while pulling the pillow and blankets off the bed and cocooning myself with them.

That was actually better.

Now I could sleep and I didn't care if this was weird or not.

It felt like I had only been asleep for a few seconds before a knocking on the door woke me back up.

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[tojikai]

Hi, I'm back to say the same thing again. Which is:

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I don't know who your Gojo is in your show but in this story he's a prick. Our girl deserves better. Can he take his dumbass self out the hospital! You better tell me when the next part come out! Orrrrr... 😐🔪🔪 Also whoever wrote it, wrote it really well!

Whattttt thhhheeee hecccckkk why is she in a coma?! Y/N is me right? WHY AM I IN A COMA?! He and his bumhole girl put me in a coma and they think they can come to see my limp body. Leave man! But seriously well written, I dunno how to feel about his new girl tho. Like I hate her for the obvious reasons but also on the fence. Send us the next part when the author uploads. Can't believe you got me hooked on this you cow, it's so good! 😩🙌🏽

Screw this Gojo guy. She needs to get with the other guy (sexy long hair guy you showed me right... 😏😌) and then deck Gojo together. And is Rie dumb... girl there's a time and place. You're moving mad and looking dumb bro. Sign me up for Tumblr Sara, you guys have good stuff on there. I NEED more of THIS for sure!

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[pearl-kite]

So I'm trying to pin down what I think Sam would look like for me, and this feels a bit better than the last one, but still not quite right

Who knows what the fuck is going on with me and style. Consistency? Pfft, who even cares any more. I do think I'm going to start doing some face study sketches to strengthen up the issues I've started noticing now that I'm hovering around that improvement plateau

[softsergeantbarns]

Fuzzy Socks and Good Soup

summary: you're sick and Bucky takes care of you.

warnings: none its just pure fluff.

wordcount: 1200+

its my very first fic that I upload here. my native language isn't English so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry. I hope you like it.

You already felt it when you woke up this morning. Your forehead was hot, your nose stuffed and your throat hurt. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed today but you thought you should let the others know. They would worry if you don’t show up for training. So you slowly got out of bed and walked out of your room, still in your pjs. And you didn’t plan on changing into something else today.

The whole team was already in the kitchen having breakfast. „Has anyone seen Y/N?“ Asked Steve slightly worried since most of the time you were the first one in the kitchen. Everyone shook their heads. But a cough from you turned their attention to the door where you were standing.

„I’m right here“ you said before coughing again. „For now at least, I might be dead in a few hours!“

Tony laughed at her. „Don’t be so dramatic Y/N. You’re having a cold, you’re not dying.“ He said a bit amused. The others were laughing too. All except for Bucky. He looked worried at you.

„If anyone is looking for me I’ll be in my bed, dying slowly. If you wanna tell me that you love me better do it soon before I’m dead!“ You said as you turned around to go back to bed.

„You’re not dying!“ Tony shouted after you but he was still laughing at your dramatic behavior.

Of course Tony was right, you weren’t dying. But it sure did feel like it.

As soon as your were back in your room you crawled back into your bed and pulled up the covers. Because of your fever you were shivering and even the covers couldn’t keep you warm. You sighed annoyed as you looked up at the ceiling. You knew you couldn’t fall asleep when you were shivering like that.

You heard a knock on your door but didn’t had the strength to get up. „It’s open come in!“ You tried to shout but ended up coughing.

You saw Bucky come in and looked at him a bit embarrassed of how you must’ve looked. „What are you doing here? Don’t you have training?“ You asked him as you looked up at him. „Wait.. you’re not here to tell me you love, right? Because I was joking!“

Bucky blushed but shook his head. „No? Why would I? I’m not in love with you!“ He said quickly, almost too quick. You were a little disappointed but you knew that he didn’t like you like that. „I’m here because I thought you might want some tea.“ He put the cup down and smiled at you before he sat down next to you. He put his flesh hand on your forehead to check your temperature. „Damn doll you’re burning up!“

You blushed and bite your lip. It wasn’t the first time he called you doll. Every once in a while he calls you that. It always makes you blush but you like it. „I don’t feel very hot to be honest. I’m kinda freezing.“

„How about I’ll get some soup while you wait here and drink your tea? And I’ll bring Alpine over so she can cuddle you?“ He offered with the sweetest smile.

„But you don’t cook the soup right? Because then I’ll die for sure!“ You joked and laughed slightly and carefully so you don’t have to cough again.

Bucky looked offend but laughed. „Obviously not. I’ll get some from that place you like. Anything else I can get you?“ He asked and smiled genuine at you.

„You don’t have to do that. I promise I won’t die!“

„I know but I want to do it, got it? So anything you need?“

„Nope, just Alpine. Preferably before you leave!“ You smiled at him as he left your room. A few minutes later he came back with the withe furball in his arms. As he put her down she immediately laid down next to you. You began to pet her soft head and smiled softly.

It didn’t take Bucky long to get you your soup. And other things he thought you might need. He softly knocked on your door before he walked in incase you were sleeping. He sat down next to you again and gave you the soup and spoon from the kitchen.

You smiled at him as you slurp your soup. You made an ok sigh with your hand and grin at him. „Good soup“ you say like the meme. Bucky rolled his eyes knowing you would do that.

„You spend way too much time on the internet you know?“ He said but couldn’t help and smile. „I got some other things as well. Here some fuzzy socks so your feet won’t get cold anymore.“ He handed you a pair of purple fuzzy socks and went on. „Here lots of tissues because you’ll need them and some painkillers because I know you don’t have any as always never prepared for anything.“ He laughed as you hit his arm. „Rude. But anyways. I also picked up some of your favorite snacks. I thought we could watch some movies and eat some snacks till you feel better!“

„I didn’t know you were such a soft boy.“ You teased as you smiled at him. „But sure, let’s do it.“ You finished your soup, took some painkillers and put on the fuzzy socks Bucky got for you. This was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for you.

When you were ready Bucky snuggled up next to you and put an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. „Did I tell you the best thing yet?“ He looked down at you and grinned. „Lots and lots of cuddles!“

You smiled at him and snuggled even closer if that was possible. „Thanks!“ You whispered before you started your favorite movie. „Its really sweet of you. I like soft boy Bucky!“

Bucky laughed softly and with your head on his chest you could feel it. It felt nice and you wished it could be like that every day.

„And I like you.“ Bucky said as he stroked your head. „A lot actually. And I kinda did come here earlier to tell you that. You just looked so miserable that I couldn’t.“

A blush was making its way onto your cheeks as you looked up at him. „I like you too.“ You said and smiled before you kissed him.

Your kiss was interrupted as Peter ran into your room. „Oh my god Y/N, Tony said you’re dying and that we should tell you that we love you.“ He almost screamed at you. „I love you, you’re like my big sister and I can’t imagine you dying.“ Now he was almost crying while you and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

„Peter, honey, I’m not dying. I’m just having a cold!“ You told him still laughing. „Tony was messing with you.“

Confused he looked at the two of you and sighed. „Damn he got me. Again.“ Peter waved before he left your room, leaving you and Bucky.

„Where were we?“ Bucky asked and tried to kiss you again. But he was interrupted again by Peter.

„Oh my god you guys Bucky and Y/N were kissing!“ Peter screamed through the halls which made you blush. „Newsflash everyone they were kissing.“

Bucky laughed and shook his head. „This kid, I swear I’ll kill him someday. This wasn’t the way I wanted everyone to know about this.“

„Well they know now so who cares?“ You said softly smiling at him before he kissed you again.

[whitecrow96]

I watched all 18 episodes of word of honor they have subbed on youtube and I'm currently suffering waiting for the next upload. If I'm reading right it won't be until Monday. MONDAY

I'm supposed to wait until Monday for more of wen kexing and zhou zishu????? How??

Because of this I feel like screaming about some of the screenshots I've taken mostly of wen kexing because he grabbed me by the throat immediately and now I can't leave

Yeah maybe spoilers up to ep 18?

HOW YOU SHOW UP LOOKING LIKE THIS LIKE. me knowing he's like leader of all the ghosts and is probably evil but looks like angelic young master HELP

YOU JUST MET HIM STOP STARING LIKE THAT PLEASEE ILL PERISH

THIS WHOLE SERIES OF EVENTS PLEADBE I WASNT EXPECTING THIS MUCH SO FAST context is important here but I'm ignoring it labsks

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm dying I'm running out of room for pictures I'm gonna have to add on in a separate post I've taken so many screenshots of wen kexing send help