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fficway · 3 years

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I had to put this somewhere as this has been living rent free in my head for the past week, so here it is:

Obey Me Brothers, and Their Preferred Sexual Positions/Kinks!

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

This is written as headcannons and MC is Gender Neutral!

Lucifer:

Firstly, Lucifer is definitely a switch.

He's a dominant person normally, but during Guest Appearances he enjoys when MC whips him, AND he's always willing to call MC "Master" when it comes up

Next, when everyone was sucked into Levi's game, Lucifer skipped classes because Diavolo wasn't in that world and he enjoyed the freedom

SO!! This makes me think he has fantasies of slacking off from his work as he pleasures you 👀

Specifically: it gives him a rush knowing that he's purposely not working just to fuck you, with the possibility of getting caught any time!

If you fuck in his office, he's the dom, no question!

He is still a work driven demon, so it would take some time pushing his buttons to get him to that point of abandoning his responsibilities

You do so by teasing him or by playing the sexy aloof card to get him almost drooling

If you fail, the worst that would happen is he would dismiss you from his office and punish you later in the bedroom when he's finished.

But if you succeed...

Your prize (punishment) will be Lucifer's favorite position:

You splayed across his desk, papers scattered everywhere as he rails you!

He'll first lock the door to give you a "proper lecture," and the look in his eye would make your lovely areas heat with excitement

He'll have you bent over his desk, pounding into you while lecturing you

Throwing in some degradation and spanking as he pleases (and it pleases you)

He loves to hear you get loud with his name on your tongue. He wants everyone in the House of Lamentation to KNOW your his, and being fucked good in his office.

Its also a dare for anyone to try to interrupt the two of you and reap the consequences

I repeat: Purposely slacking off from his work to rail you is such a rush for him

Of course, he also enjoys being pleasured from you under his desk as he works too ;)

For the Bedroom: I think Lucifer would def have a bondage kink (you or him wearing it, it doesn't matter to him!)

He is responsible with the after care as well!

Mammon:

It's literally a character trait of his that he's greedy. I mean, he IS the Avatar of Greed!

He's also a Tsundere who gets flustered easily!

So, Mammon always wants more of everything! You give him a kiss on the cheek, he'll want one on the mouth.

"How do you expect that to be enough to satisfy the great Mammon! That isn't nearly enough" (of course he says this with a blush as his Tsundere self can't just ASK for another kiss!)

So you give him a kiss on the lips.

"More"

Then another.

"More"

Then some tongue action.

"More"

Then his kisses will wander to your neck.

"More. I want all of you MC. Every inch. I want you to be mine"

HOWEVER! He would never push you to do anything you don't want to do or aren't ready for!!

Now going onto his favorite position 😏

Its canon that he likes to have things easily without having to work, so he'd love it if you ride him from on top!

He loves where he can see as much of you as possible! He wants to take all of you in!

Mammon is very vocal about what he wants from you during your sexy time!

As for his bedroom talk, his tsundere self would normally beat around the bush when he's trying to be honest, but once he's in an intimate position with you, he'd be showering you with all of the secret thoughts and feelings he has of you that he'd normally hide!

His hands would wander every inch as he'd praise your body

He would kiss you where he could and tell you about how much he adores you

When you talk to him, he'd definitely have a praise kink!

Being lectured by his brothers all the time just gets frustrating to him, and even if it were consensual, he wouldn't prefer being degraded sexually because this is the moment when he's the most honest and vulnerable with you

(Though I'm not saying he wouldn't like it every now and then 👀)

If you told him how great he is, and how amazing he makes you feel, he would be THRILLED

He wants you to feel as amazing as you are

He would be vocal through the entire thing, but as for volume, even though he normally has a loud mouth, he'd probably keep it down as he wouldn't want Lucifer interrupting you two 😂

Mammon on top would definitely bring out his true demon form, and he'd get more bossy with telling you what "more" he wants from you ;)

Of course he would push for aftercare in the most tsundere way

"You probably can't walk after I made you feel so good, so let me get what you need to clean up" (Face RED)

He loves cuddles and for you to fall asleep on his chest :3

(He also totally drools in his sleep!)

Leviathan:

This Otaku would totally be into role playing xD

Would have you dress as one of his favorite characters (if you're willing)

At first he'd be so out of it trying to comprehend if this blessing of you in front of him is real life or not before ending up too nervous to do much at first.

So, you end up with a foreplay reward system as he plays his video games to comfortably ease into it!

The more he wins, the more action he gets ;D

From kissing, to groping, to giving him a blow job as he plays his games until he can't take it

Which leads to his favorite:

Shower Sex!

As Leviathan, the aquatic demon, he'd feel most comfortable (and feel like you have more privacy)

To him it feels like he gets to be closer to you

He loves to be able to touch you all over as you fuck

This boy is LOUD!!

"UUUAAAAAUUUGGH!!"

(This is canon, we all know this xD)

As for vocal kinks, this Otaku would probably love it if you used allusions to his favorite games in some sexy way

"Like Ezio, I'm great from behind and above"

"I know my way around the cleft of dimension, want me to show you?"

"Are you up for a little tactical insertion?"

He'd also love skinny dipping and fucking you in pools and lakes too for sure! ;3

You can clean up easily in the shower afterwards!

Cuddles!!! (You replace his body pillow! What a privilege!)

Asmodeus:

It is no question this man has a LOT of experience

He loves it every which way and more!

He's all for the Vanilla but LIVES for the kinky stuff

Praise kink to the GODS!

As long as you're admiring him, he is happy!

He doesn't need a scene set to get to business, he's ready to go anytime!

Which is why its more than likely his favorite sex is Public Sex.

He loves to share with the world the art of sex and the beauty that is the two of you in intercourse!

This of course would depend on your comfort! If you wanted to keep your sexual encounters private, he would oblige!

He's a pleaser!!

He loves admiration, and he loves sex, so as long as you're happy with how he's fucking you, and you're vocal about it, he is pleased himself!

Position-wise, I think whatever is your favorite is what he'd be ready and willing to do!

Basically any and every kink he loves, and is more than willing to be the top or bottom!

He can go for MANY rounds!

((@mogmoe drew their headcanon for what the brothers' tongues would look like while in their full demon forms and gave Asmo tentacle tongue so do with that as you will ;3))

(Sorry this seems kinda vague but I mean anything you can think of he's probably already done it and more, and enjoys every bit of it!)

Satan:

With how this man wants to be seen as an individual and not just a prior part of Lucifer, he wants to be SEEN during sex!

He's a dom! He can blush and act shy and all normally, but in the bedroom he is totally dominant!

Would definitely have some hot angry sex with you given his temper!

Pushing you up against a wall and fucking you stupid

Splay you across his book clad floor or toss you on the bed to rail you

But you always have to be looking at him!

"Who's the one fucking you right now?"

Loves hearing you say his name!

He'll kiss you every time just to taste his name coming off of your tongue

He also reads a ton of books, so this man has read his fair share about how to pleasure his partner properly ;)

No matter if you're on the bed or against the wall, you have to stay wrapped around him!

He wants to know how much you want him!

He'll deny you your orgasm to make you beg him and say his name

He'll eventually let you have your relief and loves if you'll hold him close as you do

Sweet forehead kisses after you both finish as he praises you

Proper aftercare! Whatever you need, he's sweetly obliging

He'll love to fall asleep in your arms! :)

Beelzebub:

First of all, this man almost never stops eating

He'll give you plenty of affection, but he'll usually be stuffing his mouth or snacking as he does.

But he's not neglectful! It's just his nature as the Avatar of Gluttony that he's always hungry!

So you play into this so that he enjoys the process as you get him in the mood 👀

Using whatever treat you like to eat, you eat it in front of him, but only have the smallest portion possible (for example, maybe just two or three pieces of candy)

Of course he'll ask for a piece, so that's when you'll hit him with "Oh I'm sorry Beel, but that was the last one"

Before he has a chance to get sad about it (or you can wait until he pouts since he's adorable) you offer to share the last piece

Naturally he'll want to share it

But its already in your mouth ;)

He'll shyly kiss you to get a taste of the treat off your lips

"So soft"

He'll kiss you again, but this time with a flick of his tongue

He'll make another remark, but this time about the taste of the treat

"I want to taste more"

Cue the tongue action!

If the treat is still in your mouth, prepare to fight to keep it

If it isn't still in your mouth, he'll explore every inch to taste what's left of it

This man uses his mouth muscles to eat pounds of food every day, so he is a fantastic kisser!

He'll get so invested in the taste of you that he forgets about the treat altogether

This is where it gets steamy 😏

He wants his mouth everywhere

On your neck

Your chest

Your shoulders

Your stomach

There's not much sex talk from him because his mouth is always busy on you, but he makes plenty of comments to compliment you and your body!

Eventually, he'll want to taste the best parts of you 😏

His favorite: having his mouth on your nether regions ;)

He'll get so invested that he'll accidentally transform into his true demon form

((@mogmoe 's headcanon for Beel's tongue while in his true form was large like the size of a cow's tongue, so I'm playing off that!))

If you're a person with a vagina, his large tongue will be pumping in and out to taste every inch of your walls/If you're a person with a penis, he'll suck you like a popsicle to get your juices, and you know he can deep throat with no issue

If you like getting your ass eaten, he'll do that too

All the while you hold onto his horns like handle bars as he works his magic tongue and mouth

He doesn't have a preference for how you talk during sex, but if you praise him, it would definitely make him happy and encourage him to do more for you!

If you want to get him off too, he definitely loves 69ing!!

It feels to him as if you're both sharing a meal together, but in a more special and intimate way!

Afterwards, he would be super sleepy. He'd pull you close and be like a very large teddy bear cuddling up to you.

(Though he would wake up later for some midnight snacks!)

Belphegor:

I can already tell you now: Lazy Fucking!

This man loves to cuddle as much as possible!

He'll sleep with his head in your lap, he'll fall asleep on your shoulder, he'll spoon you (little or big, it doesn't matter to him!)

If he wants to get steamy after waking up with his head in your lap, he'll start to work with his mouth as his face is already down there

If he wakes up with his head on your shoulder, he'll start lazily kissing along your neck

During cuddling, his hands will mindlessly wander. He may reach back to get handsy if he's the little spoon. Or he might grind on you a little while kissing your neck from behind if he's the big spoon.

But his favorite: lazily fucking you from behind

Laying on top of you, his chest pressed to your back, his hand intertwined with yours, all as his dick slowly pumps in and out of you

He would whisper sweet praises to you, maybe tell you about what he dreamed while he was asleep!

His other hand would help to assist with your pleasure.

He probably would be too tired for aftercare, but for you he's always willing to do it!

Of course more cuddling will follow!

I dont know if it's obvious but I'm still kinda new to Obey Me! I'm in chapter/lesson 13, so if some of these seem OOC, please let me know! This is my first time publishing headcanons, or rather any of my writing in general, so let me know what you think!

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xcrystalzero · 3 years

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so, when are you taking me out?

characters included: kaeya, zhongli, diluc, childe, albedo, venti, xiao

summary: some modern au first date scenarios with the wonderful genshin boys!

Kaeya takes you barhopping. Quality time with you and alcohol in the same night? Can't get better than that. Of course, just sitting around at one place would be boring, so he makes a plan. At the beginning of the night, he presents you with a paper map, certain locations marked in red pen with lines connecting them. The places marked are all bars of pubs in the area that he recommends and wanted to take you too at some point in time, so why not all in one night? He asks if you think you can manage in that infuriatingly smooth voice of his and you huff, turning it into a challenge. Certain benchmarks on the path have little notes scribbled next to them.

"first person to find a person wearing purple gets their next drink free"

"rock, paper, scissors. winner picks the loser's next drink."

It looks like it took a lot of work to come up with, which is somewhat out of character for this normally lazy guy. What can he say though, when it comes to you, things are different.

Zhongli brings up the new art gallery that opened down the street. It seems interesting, he points out, at which point it's in your hands to ask him if he's free that weekend to go. Despite not knowing a single thing about the theme or pieces going in, he still seems to know a strange amount of history about the most random pieces, rattling off facts that leave you staring at him open-mouthed in confusion. Who is this guy? Eventually, someone hears him blabbering and comes over to talk to him about it. Turns out, the two of you attracted the literal owner of the gallery who draws Zhongli into conversation. It goes on for a little while and after being given basically a free pass by the owner to come back when they add new exhibits, you two take your leave. Surprisingly, Zhongli feels a little bad about spending the time he meant to spend with you talking to someone else, and insists on treating you to dinner. While you doubt the man even remembered his wallet, you're not going to reject such a sweet offer.

Diluc thinks there's nothing wrong with being traditional and takes you out to the classiest restaurant you've ever set foot in. He's frighteningly punctual, ringing your doorbell at 8 on the dot, dressed in a pressed collared shirt with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Despite his actions though, he seems strangely nervous, glancing towards you multiple times on the drive to the place with a faint blush on his cheeks, though he doesn't say anything. He has everything spot on, from pulling out your chair for you to carefully listening to your waiter's wine recommendations despite hating the stuff. About halfway through the date, you can't help but chuckle softly. Diluc Ragnvindr, man of actions over words with a loathing for unnecessary interactions, is making small talk with you. All it takes is your hand laying gently atop his own and those forced words stutter to a halt. Startled eyes turn to you and you can't help enjoy this flustered side of the usually stoic, composed man.

"Diluc darling, you know you can relax right?"

He doesn't, but you don't mind.

Childe wants someone who can match his energy, so to test you, he picks you up bright an early for a day at the amusement park. He warns you outright that theme park days with him are not like a leisurely family holiday wandering about and nibbling on cotton candy. No, he has a list of all of the scariest rides the park offers typed into his notes app and he is dead-set on hitting them all before the day is over. Sure, there can be a few breaks for overpriced theme park food and ice cream cones that melt all over your hands immediately, but that is not what he's here for. The day is basically him dragging you around the park at the speed of sound, jumping into the shortest lines you come across, even if the rides aren't on his list, "just because". By the end, you're both sitting on a park bench, completely wiped out, throats rubbed raw by all of your screaming, but content because every single item on the list has been crossed off. That being said, there's a few small rides you missed along the way in your hurry that you kind of wish you stopped at. You turn to Childe and realize that your cheeks hurt from smiling for too long. His eyes are alive as he turns them to you before grabbing your wrist and pulling you back onto your feet.

"There's still some time left, let's finish this!"

Albedo wishes you could just meet in the lab he works at, but he compromises on a local coffee shop. It's that sort of cute place that influencers are always looking for but only locals really know about. The date doesn't really seem like a date when it starts. Albedo does offer to buy you coffee, but then you two just kind of go back to work for a little while? Obviously, he's quite dedicated to his work so he has no problem just working on it for hours on end, but you're a busy bee as well and have things you need to get done by the end of the week. Eventually though, one of you will say something mildly conversational, and then the work is tossed immediately to the side. Albedo isn't the biggest fan of most people, or social interaction in general. but with you, it comes easily. You two sit there until the place closes, talking, and people-watching, and pretending that you're still being productive. He extends an invitation to you to come back to his place as the cafe closes and even though you still blush at the idea, you're pretty sure that it was an innocent suggestion. Maybe you'll take him up on it.

Venti drags you to his friend's friend's gig in the basement of some trendy hipster comic store. As far as you know, he doesn't know any of these people, but he makes conversation like they're his best friends. There isn't a bar, but there is a bowl of strange orange liquid that Venti brings you a cup of and that you discard after a single sip that tastes like battery acid. There's a group that you assume is the band standing in the center of the floor, the singer belting at the top of her lungs words you can't understand but it's okay because Venti is beside you with his infectious grin and his hands that reach out to grasp your own, pulling you into a weird swaying motion that you think might be dancing? It feels more like floating though, as you two make your way to the front of the crowd. Venti starts yelling requests to the band, some of which they actually fulfill which has the two of you singing along at the top of your lungs. Maybe you're being disruptive, and maybe people are staring at you like you're crazy, but you are young and happy and together and that's all that matters.

Xiao picks the safe option and asks you out to the movies. You kind of expect him to chose whatever new action flick just hit the market, but instead, he chooses a cute animated film about an inflatable robot doctor. It's unexpected but exceedingly cute so you're not complaining. He's a little quiet when you first meet up, barely exchanging pleasantries before he excuses himself to buy you two some popcorn. About halfway through the movie though, you're laughing softly at whatever is happening in the movie and you can just tell that he's looking over at you. So, you do the expected thing and reach over to gently pull his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. You feel him stiffen for a moment before he relaxes, giving your hand the smallest squeeze back. And then he doesn't let go of you for the rest of the movie.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fics #genshin kaeya #zhongli #diluc #childe #albedo #venti #xiao #kaeya #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader

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zellerysworld · 4 years

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Headcanons about the Veterans Trio

[A/n: I love the vets soooo much- And ever since I started watching AOT when it came out, I always had little headcanons about them. I would do Mike, Moblit, and Nanaba but I’m gonna wait for another post. These headcanons involve sexuality, how they act in relationships, their personalities, etc. enjoy!!!]

If you wanna see any headcanons about any ships such as Levihan, MikeNana, Eruri, etc., then let me know and I’ll do one. I cross ship multiple characters, so even though I don’t ship Eruri as much as I do Levihan, I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request. :)

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Erwin Smith

His type of woman is the “elegantly chaotic” kind. The ones that will not hesitate to roundhouse kick your ass, but can do it in an elegant dress while sipping tea like a rich royal-

Would date any body typed woman if they had the chaotic elegance he likes, but he attracts to women with curves and chub. Lil muffin tops and squishiness are cute to him.

Could read a Harry Potter book in a day if not bothered

Lowkey enjoys being a bottom, but rarely

He just wants someone else to take control for once, even if it be in bed✨

Is really strict about his eating habits but doesn’t talk about it (literally the mans has never even sniffed chocolate cake before)

He’s absolutely ripped, like Zeus came down and blessed his holy and ripped abs, but gets self conscious about his tHICC thighs sometimes

Prefers coffee over tea. Specifically black coffee.

Says he drinks coffee “for the taste” even though it’s l i t e r a l l y black coffee, the bitterest of bitter.

Strictly straight, b u t- something tells me he would be gay for Mike in another life time.

Actually looks at Levi like he’s a prodigy of his.

Considered Mike his best friend before he passed away

His favorite meal would probably be a Medium Rare Sirloin with lots of Cajun seasoning. Anything that has loads of protein and flavoring.

He doesn’t care much for sexual interactions, he prefers talking about books and conspiracy theories

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Levi Ackerman

Says he’s straight, but would definitely let a tall and built guy fuck his guts out.

Okay but he’s actually a virgin-

If anything Levi is Asexual. Just doesn’t have any interest nor cares too much for it. He has other things to do, like sipping tea incorrectly or beating the fuck out of kenny.

Has a small want to be a dad

Lowkey looks at Gabi like she’s his daughter

He doesn’t have a favorite food, but if he had to chose it would be something simple like a grilled cheese. He’s easily pleased when it comes to food.

Looks at Hanji as a best friend

Even though they have a very obvious love hate relationship that is unpredictable as fuck

Kind of wanted to be partnered to Hanji but him and relationships don’t mix so he just tucked that thought away and stayed friends

Wants a pet cat so bad that it’s not even funny- like he would love a clean, tamed kitty so much.

THAT SOUNDED SO SEXUALEHEBSKRBE SORRY-

okay anyways he drinks milk for fun. Erwin and Hanji don’t judge him but Petra and Eren thought it made him a psychopath

Actually has a hard time reading, so he likes to look at art and fashion instead

If Levi lived in our timeframe, he would literally be the fashionista of Discount stores

And yes Levi likes discount stores. He’s very frugal after living in the underground.

Prefers to be alone and do things on his own. He has more fun being independent or with one or two people than he does being with a group.

Hates coffee; only drinks tea and water if it’s straight from the river (pure and clean).

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Hanji Zoë

Is very much pansexual, would definetly fuck anyone and anything if permission is given

Pretends to be a hardcoretop, but everyone knows she’s a damn switch

Her body count is- not known actually. All that matters is that she has fun and it’s consensual.

She doesn’t have a type of person she likes to date. As long as you keep her happy, interested, and stay loyal then she won’t go anywhere.

Literally never drinks water and I don’t know how she’s alive-

She looks at Levi like her best friend

She had a lot of bad experiences with relationships as a teenager

Would definetly be the type of girl to collect bath bombs to destroy them and make a giant,gargantuan one

Is actually a lot smarter than Erwin and Armin combined, but not as strategically smart

Literally loves any sort of dessert or candies

If it wasn’t for her constant training as an elite soldier, she would be 400 lbs and it all be from the sweets she likes

Like her sweet tooth is something to behold

Always saw Moblit as someone to spend the rest of her days with

She told Moblit every little thing about her and she knew everything about him

Actually, Hanji taught Moblit a lot about the Titans and taught him a lot in general. He wasn’t too bright before meeting her. All he knew is that Titan = bad

Would be the meme of the guy eating an uncooked cinnamon roll and saying “mmm, dEliciOsO”

Also she sleep walks a l o t. In the process she tends to sleep eat as well.

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Okay I hope you liked it!! If you wanna see anything else from other characters or me go deeper in my headcanons or ideas you have; just drop an ask. :)

#attack on titan #aot #anime #erwin smith #hange #hanji zoe #levi aot #levihan #erwin #snk #shingeki no kyojin #moblit #headcanon #captain levi #Levi #Levi Ackerman #aot headcanons

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quirkswriting · 4 years

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cocoa, cookies, and carols (or, the recipe for a very tendou christmas)

Overview: It’s your first Christmas spent with your boyfriend, Tendou, and it is definitely a good start to all your future Christmases together. (Aged Up) Pairing: Tendou Satori x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warning(s): Literally just fluffy goodness. Plus mentions of Ushiwaka? Author’s Notes: HAPPY HOLIDAYS NOYA! I was your Secret Santa for the Haikyuwu discord server event! I hope I did Tendou justice, and that you enjoy your present!

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Honestly, this year, the holidays kind of snuck up on you. Not really in the way you were expecting, either. Time had felt like it had ticked on, and on, and on, to the point where it felt like yesterday you were in the middle of June and now all of a sudden it was December. Where had the time gone? You had absolutely no idea, but there was a small sense of relief now that the year was almost over.

Your boyfriend had called you early in the month to see what your plans were; Tendou didn’t so much ask you to spend Christmas with him as you informed him that you’d come over on Christmas Eve and spend some quality time with him. You knew he wasn’t going to be seeing his family (which you’d heard about from him, in bits and pieces, and knew he’d open up to you when he was comfortable) and while he did live with his best friend, you knew that between him and Ushijima things would probably make for a pretty quiet holiday. And that wasn’t something you wanted for your boyfriend. You worried about him sometimes, even though you knew he could look after himself just fine. But that was just something you did, and that was coming through now that the holidays were getting closer.

Though, to be fair, you really had no idea what to expect. You and Tendou had started seeing each other in April, so this would be the first Christmas you’d spend together. You liked him, you did! But he was… well, Tendou. And you liked him, eccentricities and all, but sometimes things had a way of going much differently than you were expecting (like the Shiratorizawa Halloween Party/Volleyball Club Reunion, where somehow Semi ended up with pink hair, Shirabu was missing half an eyebrow, and you and Goshiki had ended up stealing almost all the candy in your boyfriend’s apartment without anyone noticing. Neither of you had told anyone, and you had spent the following morning making sure the guys were all taken care of before sending them back home). But that was all part of the fun of dating Tendou.

You’d asked him what he wanted you to bring with you (aside from his gifts from you and your family, he didn’t have a choice when it came to those), and when he told you that he had everything covered (including a step stool for you, which you knew he was only saying to get a rise out of you, and the frustrating thing was that it worked) you were skeptical, but you let him run with it. As long as the two of you got to spend time together (whether Ushijima was around to awkwardly drink his water and talk about his latest plant-child or not) then you’d be happy with that. But as the month passed by much quicker than the entire rest of the year, you found yourself getting more and more excited.

And then, in a whirl of cold weather, bright lights, and entirely too many people and too little hot chocolate, it was Christmas. And you left home mid-morning to freezing temperatures and grey skies to see your boyfriend, bags of presents in hand. And thankfully he didn’t live too far away.

Tendou buzzed you up pretty quickly when you reached his apartment building, and you rubbed your hands together in the elevator to try and warm up. When you got to his floor, you knocked twice before pushing the door open. He usually left it unlocked when he knew you were coming, which he’d done this time, and you shuffled inside and closed the door behind you. You made quick work of getting your winter gear off, and placed your boots next to his much, much larger ones on the mat by the door (though you did notice that only Tendou’s boots were sitting out, so Ushijima must not be home at the moment). You grabbed the bright blue pair of house slippers you’d left here after your second visit to the apartment (seeing as Tendou and Ushijima had ridiculously big feet and the spare slippers they had never managed to stay on your feet) and pulled them on before walking down the hallway and turning right into the kitchen. You could see the light from that room spilling into the darker hallway, so you assumed that’s where someone was.

And there he was, in the middle of the kitchen with his arms outstretched. “Welcome! Welcome!” Tendou greeted, a smile on his face. You put your bags down near the kitchen door, coming over to give him a hug. He wrapped his long, thin arms around you and squeezed you into a hug. “Brr, you’re cold! That just won’t do,” he told you, letting go of you and walking over to the kitchen table. His favourite red hoodie, one he’d told you before that he’d had since his second year of high school and worn from years of use, was hanging on the back of a chair before his nimble fingers picked it up and held it out for you. You smiled, taking it gratefully and pulling it on.

“Thanks, Satori,” you said, and he responded with an even bigger smile and a double thumbs up. You looked around the kitchen, seeing a bunch of baking tools spread across the counter--not an uncommon sight, really, given that your boyfriend was currently enrolled in the culinary arts program at school and more often than not used you, Ushijima, and whatever other friends he could rope into coming over at any given time to be his taste testers. “What are you up to here?”

“Well,” he said, drawing out the last syllable as he gestured to everything lining the counters, “I was looking up things we could do, y’know, for couple-y stuff, but most of it sounded super boring. So I thought, why not do something that we can share? And what’s better to share than food?” You shook your head, but there was a smile on your face. “Hey, hear me out! I thought we could bake some cookies together! Shortbread, gingerbread… other kinds of bread cookies? Not that I think there are any. But we can make cookies, and I even found this amazing looking recipe for little snowmen cookies I was thinking we could even decorate like the guys, and then eat them and refuse to share.”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you chastised lightly. “We at least have to share pictures of the cookies with them.” Tendou laughed and walked over to press a kiss to your cheek before grabbing two aprons off the table--purple ones that you’d seen him and Ushijima wearing together more than once--and pulling one over his own head after handing you the other. You did the same, pulling the apron on and tightening it appropriately before coming over to stand next to the redhead at the counter near the sink. As you took stock of the bowls, utensils, and other items taking up all the space, you were reminded of the hulking young man who was usually here. “Is Ushijima coming back later? I saw his shoes weren’t here.” Tendou shook his head, opening up the cupboard in front of him as he consulted his phone sitting in front of him in its cute little chicken themed stand.

“No, Wakatoshi’s out with his dad. It’s just you and me,” he told you. He took down a bag of flour, two bags labelled, “White Sugar” and “Brown Sugar”, and a few other things you couldn’t quite see as he piled them wherever they would fit on the counter. Tendou started handing you ingredients and a bowl and whisk, before moving over to the fridge. “So I’ll get started on the gingerbread cookies, you do the shortbread, and we’ll make some snowmen later. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you replied. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm as you went on, with Tendou giving you the measurements you needed (though really, telling you to “measure the butter with your heart” really didn’t help as much as he seemed to think it did) and you handing him different things he needed.

As you were mixing ingredients in the bowl, the soft silence between you two was interrupted by music--and you were thankful you had the bowl on the counter so you wouldn’t have had any reason to drop it with the unexpected noise--and you looked over to see Tendou grinning and pointing to his phone. He started humming along, before breaking out into his own rendition of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”, complete with his own lyrics as he set about getting his own batch of cookies ready.

“You’re a tricky one, Mr. Gingerbread,” he sang, pouring brown sugar into his bowl, “You really are a treat!“ You couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that, and Tendou took that as encouragement to continue on. He kept belting out his own lyrics as the two of you kept baking, often pointing to you from the oddest of positions (bent over backwards, with one knee up in the air… you name it, and he was doing it while still complying very loosely with food safety guidelines). By the time the cookies were even in the oven your sides hurt from laughing, and Tendou’s cheeks were pink from a mix of laughter and exertion, and the two of you took a very well deserved break. Or, well, you sat at the table while he whisked something that smelled absolutely delightful in a pot on the stove. You watched him, seeing him sway slightly to the tune of the music still coming from his phone at a softer volume now, and couldn’t help but think of how boring Christmas would have been without someone like Tendou in your life.

“We should do this every year,” you said. Tendou turned off the burner he was using and moved the pot to rest on the counter while he grabbed some things out of the cupboard with his back to you.

“You think so?” he asked. You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and after a moment he was turning around with two mugs in hand. “Ta da! Hot cocoa! I experimented a little with the flavours so you’ll either love it or you can have a bottle of water from the fridge.” You rolled your eyes, but gratefully took the mug he held out for you. It was big and blue and full almost to the brim with hot cocoa and marshmallows, and you held it in your hands. He sat across from you, putting his own mug down and running his hands through his hair. “But I’d really like that. We can bake cookies and have cocoa and I’ll suffer through your terrible rhyming skills when it comes to singing together. That sounds like a great Christmas tradition to me!”

You kicked his foot underneath the table and he laughed as you took a sip of your cocoa. The two of you stayed like that, talking and laughing together, until the cookies had finished and then you moved to the living room to let them cool before you decorated them. You sat together on the couch, some cheesy Christmas movie that Tendou was providing his own (and much more entertaining) running commentary for, and you loved every minute of it (not that you’d tell him that, of course).

Yeah, this was definitely something you wanted to make a tradition of together.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #satori tendo x reader #tendo x reader #tendo satori x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq fic #haikyuu fic #hq imagines #reader insert #x reader

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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I'm a dum dum , didn't even realize your requests are open 😂. Ok~ I hope I'm following your rules– cuz I couldn't find any :")) but would you mind doing a hc for Ikesen characters(you can choose the characters! I don't really mind) reacting to a teenager MC(from ages 14-17)? I've seen lots of child MCs but not a teenager one.

Headcanon: Teenage MC feat: Nobunaga, Kenshin, Ieyasu, Hideyoshi and Masamune

Hehehe that's cause I'm a lazy potato so, for now, there are no rules lol 😂 😂 😂 ! Lol so for this I made it more fun and less romantic cause like don't want my sweet bios to look like pedos u know lol 🥀 ! Thanx for the request dear I hope you like it! And I hope you have the best day! (✿◠‿◠)

Nobunaga

The first time he sees you he is super intrigued

Like how did someone so young and smol manage to pull him out of a freaken burning building

He went into full BIG BRO MODE

The two of you would get up to all sorts of mischief together

Stealing candy together is a given

You would harry potter style hide under a not so invisible cloak, running to the kitchen together like hunched old ladies

The second you enter the kitchen the hunt for the candy begins

You find the jar in 0.2 seconds “Trust me this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“Aaaah so my fireball sister is an experienced thief then.”

The two of you happily munch on the candy in the kitchen when all of a sudden the two of you heard someone at the door

The two of you turned in sync to see Mother Dearest Amber eyes shining with anger in the dark

“How many times have I told you stealing is bad, and that candy before bed is extremely unhealthy.”

He turned to look at Nobunaga, who looked like a guilty schoolboy “My lord, you are supposed to set the example, how do you expect to be a good big brother if you are influencing her to steal and eat candy before bed.”

Everything was going perfectly according to plan- while Hideyoshi was distracted you snuck a few handfuls of candy in the hidden pockets of you kimono

Once you were done with your mission you chimed in “Yeah big bro how do u expect me to be a good girl when you always dragging me along to steal the candy.”

“Oooooh don’t think I forgot about you, young lady.”

He lectured the two of you for three hours

Hideyoshi sent both of you back to your rooms.

Luckily Nobunaga’s’sNobunaga’s’s room was right on top of yours and you were experienced in the art of sneaking out to meet up with friends

So you easily climbed up onto his balcony and snuck into his room

The two of you snicked and laughed while munching on candy together

Hideyoshi

“Have you eaten yet today, brushed your teeth, done all your chores.”

Catches you stealing candy at night with Nobunaga again

“How many times have I told you not to eat candy before bed young lady.”

Hideyoshi has full-blown turned into your castle mom

You had been secretly dating some random boy, you met in the market

You twisted your ankle sneaking out your room to go and see him, luckily Mamayoshi was doing his final rounds of the castle and found you hissing on the ground.

He picked you up and patched you up real good

Cue lecture about sneaking out in the middle of the night

The next day the boy broke up with you- cause he a piece o shit

You spent the whole day crying in your room

Cue Mamayoshi barging into your room, cause the maids had informed him that you skipped breakfast!

(ಥ﹏ಥ)

“Who dare break my favourite sister’s heart” (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

“Just show me who he is and I’ll teach that freaken punk a lesson he will never forget” (╬ ಠ益ಠ)

You spent hours crying on his shoulder, Hideyoshi made you some tea and took you to the market to do some retail therapy

You would go to Mamayoshi for advice all the freaken time, you really did see him as a mom

Have boy trouble Hideyoshi is there helping ya out and giving you advice, struggling to do the homework Mitsuhide gave you, Mama will sit for hours helping you, someone Is bullying you? Hideyoshi will mom style cut them

Will take you out to tea all the time, and the two of you will low key spill the tea on all the latest gossip

Kenshin

Treats you like a fragile princess

Will be an extremely doting brother

Will 100% teach you how to defend yourself

Feeling sad, Kenshin will legit find the source of your sadness and freaken kill them

Feeling anxious or insecure, Kenshin will be there wrapping you in a big bear hug while drawing soothing circles on your back. He will soothingly comfort you as your cry on his shoulder

Will summon his army of fluff balls to cuddle with you until that smile is back on your face

You like a boy in the market… forget about it. Kenshin is there glaring at the boy… “He is not good enough for my dearest sister.”

You give Kenshin puppy dog eyes “No way bunny, you are still a baby, definitely not old enough to date. Come on, let go get some tea and pickled plumbs to cheer you up.”

You cant say no to Kenshin especially when he gives you his puppy dog eyes in return

Will always insist on holing your hand when walking in the market together

Will legit kill anyone or anything that threatens you

Will give you platonic forehead and cheek kisses

Loves it when you sass and roll your eyes at Shingen trying to pick up all the woman at banquets

Will let you sneak a few sips of his sake, and you are the only one he will share his pickled plumbs with

Will send you off to bed when it gets too late, the bunnies have taken quite a liking to you so they will accompany you back to your room and cuddle with you

Masamune

“come on lass lets’s go on an adventure.”

“No way the last time we went on an adventure I was almost killed and both of us got an hour-long lecture about the dangers of waterfalls.”

“Where is your sense of adventure kitten.”

“The same place your sense of safety is, non-existent.’

Drags you with him to go hiking, when you were on the top of the mountain you slipped on some loose gravel. Masamune caught you, and both of you went tumbling into a lake

You couldn’t help but laugh

The two of you splashed around in the water until late into the afternoon

“Quick lass let’s sneak in before mother dearest scolds us for.”

Too late he was already waiting for the two of you

Masa will cook you anything and everything your heart desires, when you tell him you’re on a diet cause some boy called you fat Masamune’s eyes widens.

He will bring your favourite dish an place it just under your nose, you can’t help but crumble damn that smell too good to waste, “Fine but my diet starts tomorrow”, (っ˘ڡ˘ς) you say with a mouth full of food

Lol tomorrow never came and that asshole of a boy was never seen again

Sometimes it was hard to tell who the teenager was you or Masamune, the two of you would always joke around pulling pranks on all the castle residents

You were actually pretty thankful Masamune didn’t drink, cause it made you feel like you weren’t missing out on anything during banquets

At the end of the banquets it would always be you, Masa and Mitsuhide left awake and playing card games till dawn

Will leave Shogetsu with you during times of war. The big cat literally destroys everything

“No way masa, ask Mitsunari to watch him, last time when I woke up he shredded everything in my room”, he just grinned at you “That’s what adds to his cuteness”. (=^・^=)

You narrowed your eyes at him “What’s in it for me”. (¬_¬)

“I’ll bring you back a months supply worth of candy and I Masamune Date will owe you a favour”.

You beamed up at him, that would definitely come in handy one day “Fine I’ll do it”. (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Thanks, kitten that’s why you’re my favourite sister”,

You rolled your eyes “I’m your only sister”.

He pats you on the head while chuckling “Exactly” (＾ｕ＾)

Ieyasu

Would have witty battles with the resident porcupine all of the time

Masamune would literally, howl in laughter when the two of you are at it.

You would juts roll your eyes “Not my fault Ieyasu is always so salty.”

The amount of time the two of you have had an eye-rolling contest is ridiculous

Even though the two of you fight like cats and dog you still enjoy Ieyasu’s’sIeyasu’s’s company

Ieyasu actually shows you his soft side

One day a boy broke your heart

You walked into Ieyasu’s room and looked at him ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

Ieyasu rushed to you and wrapped you up in his arms and let you cry it out

“You know what will be fun” Ieyasu asked with a hint of mischief in this emerald eyes

“What” (“･ω･`) you asked sniffing and wiping the last of your tears away

“If we make that punk regret ever breaking your heart.”

You couldn’t help but give him the biggest brightest smile, the two of you snuck out that night and egged his house

You are the only person privileged enough to know Ieyasu’s soft side

The two of you will have a chilli eating contest

Basically ends with you drinking a gallon of milk and losing all sense of taste “Silly girl this isn’t even the hottest peppers yet.”

You will play matchmaker to get Ieyasu a date/lover

He will legit just roll his eyes at the suggestion, he is way too busy with work

“I found the perfect person for you Yasu, they are sweet, kind you know basically an angel and don’t worry they definitely won’t get put off by your contrary personality.”

Yasu raises a brow “Who” (ーー;)

You snicker a little and burst out laughing “MITSUNAR, he is perfect for you.”

Yasu legit spits out the tea he was sipping on, he was turning as red as a tomato

Yasu.exe has stopped working

“I freaken knew it, I’m gonna go tell him right now” (°o°)

“Don’t you dare” (ー_ー)!!

(✿◠‿◠)

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))) Yasu legit leaps over his desk and tackles you to the ground tickling you until you surrender

“Fine but if the two of you ever get married, I better be your maid of honour.”

Yasu legit just ruffled your hair and rolled his eyes “Yeah yeah whatever just don’t tell him.”

Hope you liked it, dear! <3

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #368

“whatever doesn’t kill you, is gonna leave a scar”

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? My favorite shirt is the Day of the Dead design by Cloak, which is Markiplier's and jacksepticeye's clothing brand. Mom's friend/former co-worker also got me a Ninja Sex Party shirt because she knew I liked them. There are SO MANY YouTubers I wanna support by buying shirts. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk, 110%. Have you ever left a note in a library book? No. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Morning. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yes. Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? No. If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? If it didn't mean being so very far from my family, I would love to move to Canada. Is there a celebrity that everyone else seems to love, but you find totally overrated? Why is it that you don’t like them? I legit don't know who's considered currently popular, and I especially don't know who they are as people. If you could volunteer for any charity, which one would you choose? Do you think it’s more important to help humans, or are animal and environmental charities equally important? Something relating to animals, and I think they're both equally important. Do you prefer holidays where you relax, or actually do things? I like a mix. Something chill, but you still do some stuff as a family. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Yes. Has anybody ever told you that you could be a model? Someone has mistaken me for a model in a picture I once took. It was one of the most flattering things I've ever heard, haha. Do you use different kinds of moisturizer for different body parts? ie. hand lotion for your hands, face cream for your face. Or do you just use one moisturizer for all body parts? Yes. Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? No. Has anybody ever broken up with you over something really pathetic? What was it? Have you ever been dumped in a disrespectful way? (eg. through text, through a friend..) I have 100% been dumped in a very cowardly and disrespectful way; after dating Jason for nearly four years and being very serious, he broke up with me very abruptly over Facebook Messenger. His reason was valid, but at the same time, he NEVER talked to me about it. Apparently my depression was dragging him down. If he'd fucking communicated it, I would have explored new treatment options so goddamn fast. But no, he decided to snap his fingers and disappear. That's exactly WHY it was so traumatic, I think: it was so unexpected and sudden. Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? Animal enthusiasts like Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin for sure. Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? God no. I'm just... not someone to aspire to be like. What was the last thing you found offensive? I'm not sure. Who is the nicest person you know? My mom. Do you feel safe in your country? I feel safe in NC, rather. Like I don't expect an atom bomb or terrorist attack or something in this obscure area. In the U.S.A. itself, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. America is definitely not loved by every other country. Do you feel safe where you live? Not in this city, no. Have you been falsely diagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. Did y'all know I apparently have ADHD? I know, shocking. Have you ever had a doctor refuse to treat you? No. Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): The first Silent Hill, probably. It took a lot of reading to get it. Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No. Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Does Stitch count? Or a Pokemon. Do you like marshmallows? Yes. What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I really like the Jolly Rancher candy canes, I think they are? Have you ever fostered an animal? No. Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not as hot, but not cold except on very extreme occasions. When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? Two. What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? I'm thankful that my parents were pretty open-minded to what pets I really wanted, but one I was never allowed to have was a ferret because of how messy and smelly they are. List three people you’ve had crushes on: Jason, Sara, and Sebastian were probably my biggest crushes. Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No, but god have I felt close. List three people you had a hard time forgiving. Jason, Colleen, and my dad. Who is the most spiritual person you know? Probably my sister's mother-in-law. Would you ever start a vlog? God no, I'd bore people to tears. Are your dreams coming true yet? I mean, I guess in some ways with my mental health. In my deepest depression, what I have now was a dream, even though current me is very discontent with it. Most of my dreams, though? No. Do you struggle with depression? I've been diagnosed with severe depression since 7th grade. Are you haunted by your past? A few things won't leave me alone. What medical conditions do you have? Just a lot. There are even more that are up for debate. I've talked about my diagnosed conditions enough. Do you use a Magic Bullet? No. What does your apron look like? I don’t have one. What are your favorite spicy foods? Hot Cheetos, Takis, hot wings, jalapeno pizza... Man, I love spicy food. Which do you like better: being an adult or being a kid? Being a kid. Were you excited to be a teenager on your thirteenth birthday? I had very mixed feelings. Did you feel insecure in high school? Shit, I still do. Would you ever be friends with someone who was suicidal? What the FUCK is this question? No fucking shit I would be. Someone being suicidal in no way affects who they are as a person. Who was the biggest bully in high school? I don't think there really was one. What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Would you rather have a daughter or a son? If I wanted kids, a daughter. Have you ever written to an advice columnist? No. Have you ever had a doctor not believe what you told him? Maybe? I did however have an employee at the ER the first time I went try to pry out of me that my self-mutilation was for attention, and it wasn't until I insisted about a dozen times that it wasn't that he believed me. It's odd looking back that I got REALLY attached to him during that stay, knowing now that it was absolutely horrible and extremely unhelpful for him to do that. If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? I would absolutely refuse to have a male one. Do you like Lisa Frank? Yeah, like can you talk about aesthetic. What gives you nightmares? Boy, I wish I could tell you, given how much I have them. Were you ever hospitalized as a child? No. Did you get senior pictures taken? No. What color is your bicycle? I don’t have one. Did you ever have to take home a fake baby in health class? No, thank fuck. Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I'd rather wear black. I think red will be the bridesmaids' color. Would you rather have a swimming pool or trampoline? I want a swimming pool so damn badly so I could exercise my legs without worrying about sweating, and I can stop and rest whenever I want, unlike going walking or something. I don't think my knees could handle a trampoline. Do you think babies are cute? Some, sure. But a lot, not really. Do you dream about the future a lot? Yeah. Do you think about your past a lot? Way too frequently. How good are you at living in the moment? I'm trying to get better at it. Have you ever questioned God’s existence? Yeah. Vanilla frosting or chocolate? Chocolate. What’s your favorite foreign cuisine? I've actually been exploring Italian pasta lately. I'm not a big fan of foreign food that I've tried, though. Have you ever moved to another state? No. Did you do anything productive today? No. .-. Can you say the alphabet backwards? No, actually. Do you like flowers? Of course; does anyone not? Have you ever thought you were gonna die? I didn't care if I did or didn't. What kind of mood are you in today? I was honestly really depressed through most of it. Just health stuff was really getting to me. I just woke up from what was honestly like a four-hour nap and I feel all right, I guess. What are you craving right now? I REALLY want Domino's jalapeno pizza. Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? No. What is worse, physical or emotional pain? Definitely emotional. Have you ever walked in on somebody doing something… questionable? When Dad still lived with us, I think he might have been watching... you know... on TV when I came into my parents' room for something. Idk for sure though. I didn't ask, and I don't want to know. If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? Oh god, idk. I don't want to make any. What I'd have most fun with would be reptile education, but I 1.) have literally one snake, 2.) am not extremely educated on a good number of them and don't want to be misleading, and 3.) I would run outta content fast. So, leave it to Snake Discovery, haha. Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Yes, it's okay????? If you're talking about me personally though, you won't see me dead in a bathing suit picture. Do you typically laugh when somebody falls down? No, I gasp and see if they're okay. What is the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Paranormal Entity. The ending is... a lot. Your opinion of Katy Perry, please? I like a couple of her songs. If you could say anything to your Mom right now… what would it be? "Thank you for absolutely everything."

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''leave a scar'' by marilyn manson

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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Good Omens - “Death Takes a Holiday” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Azrael and Raphael are stuck trying to give relationship advice to a woman stuck in a literal Hallmark Christmas Movie, but she's just not getting the message. Raphael is having the time of his existence, but Azrael isn't too sure how much more Christmas cheer he can take. (2257 words)

Notes: Written for @theantichristmaszine 2020, and inspired by @dianacrimsonia's Ineffable Opposites au where Aziraphale is Azrael, the Angel of Death, and Crowley is the Archangel Raphael. Diana's art for this fic can be seen on their Insta: dianacrimsonia. Please go give them all the love :)

Read on AO3.

“So let me get this straight …” Azrael plants both hands on the table, staring down in frustration at the starry-eyed red-head in front of him “… you’re prepared to leave it all, your entire life, everything you’ve built from the ground up on this miserable cesspool of a planet … for love?”

A smile, serene in its decision, content with a shiny vision of the future, answers him before a single word slips past perky, coral-tinted lips. “Yes. I am.”

Azrael slaps the wood as he pushes himself upright. “That’s rubbish, that is.”

An amused tilt of the head sends crimson curls spilling over a narrow shoulder. “How can you possibly believe that? How can you go through life not realizing that love is the greatest God-given force in the universe?”

“How did he get you to do it? Hmm?” Azrael asks, purposefully dodging the question. “You’ve been here, what? Three days? A week tops? What magical spell did he cast that would lead you to make such an asinine decision?”

“Well … we went on a hayride,” manicured fingers count off, “we went Christmas tree shopping, watched the candy puller make candy canes, listened to carolers ... Oh! We had hot chocolate and then ...” A pause, followed by a dreamy sigh “… he kissed me. At this cafe. Right here at this picnic table, as a matter of fact.”

Azrael jerks his hands off the table top as if burned, scowling at the bench beneath his bent right knee as if it were diseased. “We had hot chocolate and then he kissed me,” he mimics, dreamy sigh and all. “You are, without a doubt, the most insufferable creature I have ever met! And if you had a clue who I play Pinochle with on Thursday nights, you’d know that that’s saying something.”

“In her defense, the hot chocolate here is very good,” Raphael offers, taking a careful sip of the steaming liquid in his own Frosty the Snowman mug.

Azrael’s eyes shift away from the infuriating woman sitting in front of him to the equally infuriating angel seated down the bench from him. “Please enlighten me, sunshine, on how you keep getting us into these unsavory situations.”

Raphael raises his eyes, countering Azrael’s glare with a mischievous grin as a rousing rendition of Jingle Bells - Azrael’s least favorite Christmas tune of all time - begins from out of nowhere. “I read. A lot.”

“I may have to confine your literary resources to picture books from now on.”

“We’re here because we’re needed,” Raphael explains to his unamused companion. “Obviously there’s something we need to accomplish. A message we need to send. It’s kind of what angels do during the holidays.”

“Seeing as we’re stuck in a movie on what’s apparently called The Hallmark Channel,” Azrael divines, squinting at a golden emblem that follows them around like a puppy no matter where they go, “I would say that part is accurate.” He turns back to the woman who has done nothing since the moment his attentions went elsewhere, as if she only exists when he’s interacting with her. And even though he’s an Angel of Death, regarded as one of the spookiest, most sinister omens in all of recorded history, it creeps him out.

“Does he have any investments?” Azrael implores, returning to their lost cause. “A retirement plan? A 401K?”

Sara shakes her head.

“Does he at least collect commemorative plates!?”

“Those things aren’t important to him,” she announces superiorly. “Besides, I have enough money socked away to take care of the both of us. We’ll want for nothing, as long as we have …”

“Love. Yeah. I get it. Probably what he’s counting on, the leech. Man almighty,” Azrael grumbles, running a hand down his face in frustration. “Unbelievable! This dillhole should be working downstairs with us!”

“Simon doesn’t want to raise his son around a den of corporate greed!” Sara argues passionately.

“Really?” Azrael scoffs. “What about a den of good schools and culture? Does he believe in those things?”

“All we need is love.”

“What you need, lady, I can’t seem to say out loud.”

“That’s because this movie is rated PG,” Raphael interjects. “You can’t curse here.”

“Pity. Give me exactly five seconds and I’ll make their ratings go through the roof.”

“More like in the toilet. Guidelines for these movies are extremely strict.” Raphael stirs his cocoa, staring wistfully into his cup. “Darling? You do believe in the power of love, don’t you?” he asks, a deep, abiding concern coloring his voice.

“Of course I believe in the power of love!” Azrael stares up at the too bright, too blue sky, mentally venting using every four-letter word he can think up. “But sometimes the power of stupidity is stronger!” He sighs, so long and hard it deserves its own backstory. “Look, lady, love is grand and all, but so is carving a name for yourself and being able to make your condo payments!”

“Love will provide,” is the only reply she gives him.

“This is a nightmare!” Azrael groans, taking a seat opposite his angel and burying his face in his hands.

“I don’t know,” Raphael says, gaining a chipper lilt and a gleeful little wiggle. “I’m having a grand time!”

“Yes, well, you’ve eaten seven Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer cookies, drunk three mugs of cocoa, and you bought a quilt!”

“It’s Amish! Hand stitched! Did you see the craftsmanship?”

“You won’t be able to take it with you,” Azrael points out in a taunting, sing-song way.

“The Hell I won’t,” Raphael murmurs, diving into the mound of marshmallows swimming at the top of his mug.

“This Holy Holiday Messenger gig is all well and good, but did you really have to go and get us stuck in an American movie?”

“I had no control over that, love. But look on the bright side (for you) - we’re not going to be here forever.”

“No?” Azrael blows out an incredulous breath through tightly pursed lips, producing a rude sound that turns a few heads. “It’s only going to feel like it.”

“The spell will wear off in twenty-four hours, I assure you. Which should give us plenty of time to …”

Azrael cuts Raphael off with a look that could melt lead. Raphael puts his hands up in surrender.

“Fine. Here - let me give it a go. Maybe all this needs is a touch of Grace.” Raphael scoots closer to Sara, who’s gazing blankly at a tall, overly decorated tree, with moony eyes. “Look, dear, as much as I hate to admit it, my gloomy but pragmatic friend is right.”

Sara turns on him, glaring like he just spit in her cocoa. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” Azrael says. “Excuse me?”

“It seems as though you have just as much wrapped up in your life in New York as your young man does in his daydream of fixing up a run down horse ranch that he doesn’t even have the capital to purchase yet. If I were you, I would go home, back to your life and your job. And either the two of you work things out apart and see how it goes, or find someone whose ideals better line up with yours. Someone who is worthy of you, who wouldn’t ask you to give up everything to live here with him. Because love - true love, the kind of love that lasts - doesn’t come from the sacrifices others ask you to make. It’s about the sacrifices you’re willing to make for others, freely and unsolicited.”

Sara stares open-mouthed at the traitor sitting beside her. But as aghast as she appears, there’s a moment when both Raphael and Azrael think a light bulb has gone off. She’ll agree with them, thank them for their time and their sage advice, then be off, winging her way back to NYC. But after a few blinks, she slowly shakes her head, tsking with every turn of her neck. “You guys just don’t understand the meaning of Christmas.”

Raphael shrugs and slides back to his original seat. “Guess not.”

“Don’t fret, my pet,” Azrael teases. “You tried your best. Guess it wasn’t a matter of Grace after all. There’s no getting through to her, is there?”

“We don’t need to,” Raphael says, reconvening with his cocoa.

Azrael frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the person who needed that message has heard it, and has changed their mind about giving up everything for someone who isn’t willing to meet them half way.”

“Who was it?” Azrael asks, sweeping his gaze around, trying to spot the love lost soul in question.

“Someone out there.” Raphael gestures off to his right. “A real life person out in television land.”

Azrael grins at this turn of events, giddy with relief. “That’s … that’s wonderful! Now we can get the Heaven out of here!”

“Uh … n-no.” Raphael fidgets sheepishly with his mug. “I-I’m afraid we’re stuck here for the full twenty-four hours.”

“Wha---? How!? How can that be!? We fulfilled the requirements of the spell, didn’t we!?”

“Y-yes, but …”

“I know the rules behind these ultimatum locked spells! Once you fulfill your duty, then …” Struck by a sudden realization, Azrael turns wide, scolding eyes on his angel. “Raphael! What did you …?”

“I’m sorry, dear! But when I felt the spell start to pull us out, I just … shrugged it off!”

“But I didn’t shrug it off! How come I didn’t leave?”

“Funny thing that.” Raphael giggles nervously, peeking up at Azrael through glittering lashes. “I sort of … overrode it.”

“Raphael!”

“Azrael! It’s Christmas! I have been trying and trying to get you to take time off and go away with me! This twenty-four hours outside of time could be a holiday for us! Look at all the neat stuff they have planned!” Raphael snaps up a festively decorated flier. “Apple cider tasting, cookie decorating, a peppermint eating contest … and look! A Mistletoe Forest! Do you know what that means?”

Azrael crosses his arms over his chest. “It means this entire town has a huge fungus problem?”

“It’s a forest covered in mistletoe! Mist-le-toe!” Raphael repeats as if talking to a stubborn toddler. “You know … if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“Parasites?”

“No.” Raphael wraps a glimmering curl coyly around one slender finger. “I was thinking more along the lines of dozens of hidden corners to get caught under and kiss.”

“My star …” Azrael inches closer, lowering his voice in the hopes that only his love will hear him “… if you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask. In fact, you don’t have to say a word. Just look my way and bat those golden eyelashes of yours. I’ll kiss you anywhere you want, wherever you want,” he emphasizes with a cheeky bounce of his eyebrows. “We don’t need mistletoe for that.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Raphael breathes in deep, exhales long. “If you want to leave, I’ll understand. I’m sure that I can summon a portal and send you back to your mortuary. Your grim, dreary, lonely mortuary, with that single, sad wreath on the door …”

Raphael sniffs theatrically.

Azrael rolls his eyes.

“Would spending the day here make you happy?” Azrael asks with the enthusiasm of someone about to have teeth pulled sans anesthetic in preparation for a lengthy root canal. “Really happy?”

“Yes,” Raphael answers hopefully, sparkling a vibrant gold like the nebula he is. “Effervescently.”

“I can see that,” Azrael mutters. “All right.” He drops down onto the hard bench, level with Raphael’s beaming gaze, and despite this whole headache, he smiles. What can he say? He loves to see his starshine happy. “Finish your cocoa and come along. We have a PG rating to tank.”

“Ooo! Is that one of your fantasies? Whisking me off to the woods like a cad and having your way with me?” Raphael asks, blithely misreading Azrael’s mood. Too eager to be on their way, he snaps his fingers, transforming his snowman mug into an argyle-printed Thermos to transport his cocoa in. He wouldn’t want to waste good cocoa. Real or not, it’s way too tasty to leave behind. “Oh! Shall I change into a dress? I know! Something Victorian! With a red-trimmed corset and …!”

Azrael catches Raphael’s hand before he can snap his fingers again.

“Raphael! You are a strong, fiercely independent archangel! I would not think to insult you by acting out a fantasy that employs such a flawed and sexist stereotype!”

“Oh,” Raphael squeaks, equal parts stunned by Azrael’s response as disappointed, causing his shimmer to dim. “Oh, I apologize. Yes. Yes, I see your point. I …”

Azrael brings Raphael’s hand to his mouth, a wicked grin spreading his lips as he kisses Raphael’s knuckles one at a time, stopping to swirl the tip of his tongue on the soft web of skin in between, making Raphael’s glow go from brilliant to blinding. “That said - yes. Yes, it is. So please, if you don’t mind … wear the dress.”

***

The Hallmark Channel movie ‘Death Takes a Holiday’, which network execs couldn’t recall green lighting, not a single director remembered directing, nor likewise any of the writers recalled writing, was so insanely popular that, by virtue of a voracious, fan-led letter writing campaign, it ran for three weeks into the New Year, and prompted a sequel for Valentine’s - ‘Death Takes a Spouse’.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable opposites #aziraphale x crowley #azrael x raphael

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explosionshark · 4 years

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Hey! Big fan of your writing. :) For the writing prompts, could I request #3 for Chloe Price and Victoria Chase?

hi i’m so sorry it took me a month to do this! thank you for the prompt! i think this is my first chaseprice. originally this was going to be sad, but i didn’t feel like bumming anyone (including me) out tonight so instead it got, uhhh, vaguely smutty.

3. “It’s three in the morning.”

“It’s August 17th. Grass is green. That sleeve is way more trailer trash than badass punk rocker.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, were we not just reciting a list of the obvious at each other?”

“Fuck, Victoria, just get in the car before I change my mind,” Chloe practically growls, leaning across the cab to throw the passenger side door open in invitation.

“Why would I do that?” Victoria asks, but doesn’t stop, forcing Chloe to keep creeping down the street in her truck with the door open, like some kind of stranger danger-ass creep.

“Because it’s three in the morning and you’re walking down the street alone at night by yourself, like an idiot,” Chloe barks. She’s trying to do the right thing, trying to be like… all conscientious and shit. It hardly feels worth it, when once again, Victoria Chase finds a way to make her feel like a totally useless idiot the moment she opens her mouth. “Why are you walking down the street alone at night by yourself like an idiot?”

“Why are you stalking me in your truck?” Victoria tosses back. “You know, you’re not doing much for all those awful stereotypes about predatory lesbians, Chloe. What’s next? Going to offer me some candy? What, are you a friend of my mom’s?”

“Your mom and I aren’t friends, she just eats me out when your dad’s not home,” Chloe says and the tension in her shoulders, the sharp sting of humiliation reddening the back of her neck eases when Victoria chokes out a laugh. “Now stop being a bitch and get in the fucking car. It’ll be faster. Put us both out of our misery.”

Victoria actually pauses this time, glancing around the street before eyeing Chloe’s truck with suspicion.

“No one’s gonna see,” Chloe rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat. “Literally everyone smarter than you’s at home in bed right now. So, like, the whole town.”

With a huge sigh, Victoria hauls herself into the truck, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the whole cab. She smells like expensive perfume, peppermint schnapps and wood smoke. She kicks her towering heels off immediately, pulling her stockinged feet up onto the bench and tucking herself into the corner of the cab.

Stockings. She’s wearing stockings under that short skirt, riding up even shorter with the twist of her legs. Stockings, like some kind of sexy old-timey movie star fantasy run amok. Chloe wonders how Victoria Chase finds a way to be 18 and 81 at the same time.

“Whose party?” Chloe asks once she drags her eyes away from Victoria’s legs, pretending she doesn’t see the smirk on Victoria’s face that means she absolutely noticed.

“The Vortex Club’s. Who else?” Victoria asks, running a hand through her hair. It’s shorter now than the last time Chloe saw her, a few months ago. It makes her look older, more mature. It leaves Chloe feeling even more like a stupid teenager, fumbling and uncouth, even though she’s technically older than Victoria.

“Yeah, stupid question,” Chloe mutters. It feels dangerous, just the two of them in Chloe’s truck like this. “Not like you hang out with anyone else.”

“It’s called having standards,” Victoria sniffs. “Maybe if you tried it sometime you wouldn’t be nearly twenty and still getting busted by the cops for smoking pot and blowing up GI Joes with firecrackers behind the Circle K.”

“You heard about that?” Chloe laughs. It’s a little embarrassing, and David had given her absolute hell over it once word got back to him from his little buddies in blue, but Christ, it had been funny.

“About how somehow you’re an adult who has the life of a Toy Story villain and you’re, like, fine with it? Yeah, Chloe. I heard about it.”

“And you think my life would be, what, different? Better? If I just wanted it to be? If I had your standards?” Chloe asks, pulling into the darkest corner of the Blackwell student lot and killing the engine. The cab is dark but for the light streaming in through the back window from streetlamp a few rows over. The night is silent without the rattle of the truck’s old engine. Chloe slithers across the seat like she’s been wanting to do since Victoria got into the truck. Closer, she can read the expression Victoria’s face a bit better – a little expectant, a little disbelieving, like she always seems to be when they’re together like this.

Like she’s halfway between scared and excited and she likes it best right there, between the two.

“I think our lives are what we make them,” Victoria says, voice even and calm, despite the quickening of her breath. Her makeup’s gently faded from the night, except for the lipstick Chloe saw her touching up on the street before she pulled up alongside her. It’s bright red, applied just a little too thick, Victoria a little too drunk to make it perfect. “I think if you want to be successful and you work hard for it, it will happen.”

Chloe wants to lean in and mess it up. She wants to taste it herself, scrape it off Victoria’s bottom lip with her teeth, smear it messily down her chin, her cheek. She wants that lipstick staining the collar of her shirt tomorrow when she wakes up.

But she waits.

“So people who don’t succeed, it’s just their fault for not wanting it enough, huh? For not working hard enough,” Chloe says and it makes her mad, kind of. But it doesn’t make her want Victoria less. Victoria says nothing, just keeps watching Chloe from across the bench, leg still tucked up under her. “Pretty rich girl like you, you would think that. Mommy and Daddy sending you to a fancy private art school. You would think that.”

“I worked hard to be here,” Victoria says.

“Yeah,” Chloe nods. “You and your standards.”

She leans forward, one hand behind Victoria’s head flat on the glass of the window, the other grasping the inside of a thigh, just under her skirt, just over where the stockings end. She applies the gentlest pressure, feels Victoria turn for her, legs falling open for her, hears the breath catch in Victoria’s throat.

Chloe knows an invitation when she sees one. She slides her hand higher.

You wouldn’t know how she was being touched from that perfectly cool look on Victoria’s face. Smug, almost bored. Chloe kind of admires her for it, even though she wants nothing more than to ruin that poise. It’s the challenge, the vaguely adversarial nature of the sex that keeps these encounters, brief and few that though they’ve been, interesting.

It doesn’t take long, really. Chloe’s good enough at this by now and Victoria’s drunk enough to not care that she’s being obvious. Within minutes she’s writhing against the door, shaking and swollen, dripping down Chloe’s wrist and begging to come.

So, of course Chloe pulls away.

Victoria keens, scrabbling desperately at Chloe’s retreating arm, panting and lipstick-smudged and nearly delirious. “Fuck. Fuck. Why’d you stop?”

“Well, I figured you wouldn’t want any handouts, right?” Chloe drawls, and reaches over her shoulder for a fistful of her tanktop. She yanks the shirt up and over her head, liking the sound her necklace makes when it falls against her bare skin. And yeah, technically, this is a tremendously bad idea because they’re in the Blackwell parking lot and there’s security wandering around out there somewhere but, well. Fuck it. Life’s a risk.

“Are you serious right now?” Victoria glares, looking very regal and pissed off for a girl with her skirt hiked up over her hips. All the incandescent rage in the world couldn’t disguise the way her eyes keep drifting down to Chloe’s exposed breasts, though, the way she has to fight to meet Chloe’s eyes when she speaks.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been very fair of me not to give you a chance to earn it,” Chloe shrugs. “But, y’know, most people don’t know this about me but I’ve actually got a pretty fuckin generous spirit and shit. So, like, if you were to ask me nicely, I’m sure I could…”

“Oh fuck this,” Victoria snarls and for a moment Chloe thinks she must have finally pushed too far, that Victoria’s going to fumble her way out of the cab and stalk back to her room.

But instead she launches herself across the cab, shoving Chloe up against the other door so hard and clumsy and fast her elbow bounces hard enough off the steering wheel to make her whole arm go numb. But before she has a chance to complain about that Victoria’s in her lap, grinding against Chloe’s bare stomach while her fingers tug insistently at the metal bars through Chloe’s nipples.

She’s rough and pissed off and neither of them is going to last like this but, well. Victoria’s kind of a perfectionist, control-freak weirdo, right? Chances are she’ll want a few more rounds, to make it perfect.

Chloe’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

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#life is strange #chaseprice #chloe price #victoria chase #good lord i hope this readmore sticks #prompt fills #the backstory for this WOULD BE #before max shows up #chloe and victoria have probably hooked up a few times but they're like. mean about it #basically my read on chaseprice is #mostly they're just hot jerks who would hook up a lot #and be absolutely terrible to each other ninety percent of the time #but the other ten percent has a tremendous capacity #to be tender #like chloe not letting victoria wander around drunk alone at night #and victoria being frustrated bc she thinks that chloe's better than the life she's living #anyway! we love some class tension in our smut #morphophoneme

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vore-scientist · 4 years

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Bookish (safe soft willing platonic GT M/f vore)

Ok a little explanation is needed for this: IT'S NOT PART OF THE NORMAL MYSTIC WOODS.

IT'S AN AU+ CROSSOVER SILLINESS

Been talking with @vixen525 (dA, tumblr) and we’ve been talking about fun crossovers with our worlds/characters and this came out of that!

Contains: safe, soft, non-sexual, willing M/f GT vore No warnings.

To set you up: Yonah, for whatever reason it’s not important for this story, got transported to the dimension/world of TerraSyor (which belongs to @vixen525 ), but in the process suffered memory loss (bc I wanted to be cliche as fuck and it makes things so much fun!!!). Giants in TerraSyor are called Syors or Syorians which are two subspecies. Check their dA for more information. They are a LOT larger than Yonah. But anyways. That’s kinda the set up, other things you need to know are explained in the story.

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“Can you stop pacing? It’s giving me a Syor sized headache.”

On a desk in the Office of the Giant King was a small desk! And on that desk was an even smaller one! A very odd sight. Even for a very odd King, but it had been like this for about a month now. Ever since a mysterious stranger appeared in the Ruby Isles and had been taken by King Connor to be the new personal guard to his Chief Royal Advisor of Politics. The Small desk belonged to this stranger. The smaller desk to the advisor. And she was getting a bit frustrated.

For the stranger, who’s name was Yonah HaEsh, was nervous for what she felt was a bit of a silly reason. He was pacing around his desk and stroking his dark goatee, running his hands through his long curly black hair. It was in theory, his “payday” but he refused to take any normal payment. He felt that the generosity and situation he found himself in as a new guard who had all his needs taken care of, and as someone who viewed himself in a temporary position until he found his way back to his home dimension, he had no need for money. But there were other needs. Well not needs, but wants.

And yet Yonah was still having second thoughts.

“It just feels wrong… paying someone to let me eat them!” he said for the hundredth time since being offered and him accepting said offer.

Yonah didn’t remember much, something about the trip through dimensions had rattled his head. But he knew a few things. He was half-giant. Though even that was in doubt as giants, or Syor/Syorians, were more than twice his size, much more. He was a puny 23.5ft and the taller Syor/ians were close to 100! He knew he was a wizard, which was in no doubt given the crazy outfit he had been wearing upon his violent arrival on the island. He now wore a custom royal guard uniform, but he kept on his wizard hat. He knew that his name was Yonah. He knew a few other details, like magical knowledge and… that humans tasted really good. That he liked to eat them.

He also knew that unlike Syor/ians, he didn’t have the same desire to eat humans, just that he liked to, so why shouldn’t he? He’d eaten Naomi, the aforementioned advisor, a few times, but she really belonged to the King. It felt oddly like she was cheating on her king when he ate her.

Due to the extreme fancy for humans that Syor/ians had, it turns out the castle had, on retainer, a number of humans paid to be safely eaten. Most did it for the quick coin, but a few stuck around. Apparently this was such a human. One who at least kind of enjoyed this job. That didn’t make Yonah feel any better about it. But he also hadn’t eaten that morning, in anticipation and out of courtesy to what would be his guest. So he was hungry.

“Can’t I just eat you? Or I can get a new robe!” he said.

“She’s already been paid, and some variety is good for you,” Naomi glanced up briefly and smiled at him, trying to reassure him. Her new guard was so strange. He was fiercely loyal from the start, wicked smart, and strong, but he had a strange temper and the most interesting things threw him off. Like getting to eat someone! The first time he ate her he’d fallen apart, sobbing like he’d lost a loved one. Wild, since It was perfectly safe, the king had the finest Terran Artificers craft protective amulets. She wore a very stunning one on her wrist, a large silver bracer engraved with depictions of her island, complete with a golden, magical gemstone as the sun.

A knock on the door to the office signalled the arrival of Yonah’s “payment”. Naomi snapped her fingers and the door’s protective wards momentarily lifted and a uniformed Syor came in, bowing as they did.

In their hand was a platform, upon which was a cushion, but from this distance it was hard to see the human. It still felt like being served up food, on a silver platter.

The Syor stopped at the desk and glared down at the much smaller giant. Like Yonah had stolen their treat. But yonah wasnt really paying attention to the guard trying to intimidate him. He was focused on the human.

A young woman lounged on the cushion, paying no heed to what was going on at all, and her bespectacled eyes were engrossed in a book. She had on little clothing but it was extremely fancy, and her hair was done up with golden bands. Those reeked of magic and Yonah knew those composed her protective amulet. She also had a small bowl of candied nuts and fresh berries that must be balanced with magic next to her. No, the bowl was set atop a pile of books and a few others were tucked around her.

She looked up and down at Yonah, her eyes getting wide but not in horror, but in a bit of afronted shock. After taking another candy she spoke to Naomi.

“I’m getting that first edition signed copy of The Chronicles of Percival The DragonMancer, right? Otherwise I’d rather be eaten by drooly over here” she indicated the Syor that swallowed guiltily.

Yonah couldn’t really blame her. Being eaten by a Syor or Syorian had to be much different than by him. He was so much smaller! It must be so much more confining, and being swallowed down… If it was a painful effort for him, it must be awful for the one he was eating. He imagined being swallowed by one of this world’s giants was still terrifying in it’s own way, but not so suffocating.

“Sure are!” Naomi didn’t even look up from her papers.

The woman motioned to be placed down on the desk and the Syor obliged. Then they gave her a quick sniff and even dared a lick with the tip of their tongue against her back and left without another word. She should be perfectly safe, this was the king’s office, and the only others in the room were a new but trusted guard and the king’s best friend. Ok best friend is an understatement for what Naomi truly was. She and the king were as close as two could be, they loved each other very much, though they were not romantically or sexually involved.

Stretching and putting her book down the woman stepped onto the desk to get a look at the one who was to eat her. Short and stocky, She had the build of someone who got plenty of exercise living amongst giants but also was given all the sweets she desired any time of the day. And the attitude of someone who thought nothing of being eaten, but was a little wary of the prospect for the first time in a while. She was sizing Yonah up and her calculations weren’t leading to kind results. And she was good at math. While she lived the life of Extremely luxury given to a spoiled pet, she was horrifyingly well read and used her pay for the finest tutors in the land. Some of them were Syor/ian who were more than happy to be paid with getting to eat her.

She also did not fail to notice the trepidations of the half-giant that knelt down next his desk, and waited for her to approach, which she did. But she did not climb up onto his lap, not her job to initiate, she was their snack. She literally had to do nothing and she got everything she wanted.

“Oh, I left my glasses on, I’ll be right back-” she turned but then stopped when Yonah spoke.

“Ehm, hi,” Yonah said, then decided he didn’t want to be so awkward. He wasn’t a teenager asking out a schoolyard crush. “My name is Yonah, and your name is?”

It occurred to her that not many of the Syor/ians that she was presented to asked her name. How many even knew it? She turned around to see the kind brown eyes behind glasses much thicker than her own.

“Danielle, Dani,” she said.

“So, ehm, do you like books?” he asked.

Oh, a talker. Some liked to have conversations though most just shoved her down their gullets. It was at least a nice attempt to acknowledge her personhood. Not that she really minded, she was living her best life.

“You bet! I think I’ve read more than nerdy naomi,” she said, finding herself being a bit more chatty than she thought she’d be.

“Hey! All you do it read when you’re not in a giant’s gut! I got to read documents all day long, so sue me if I dont have the time or energy for every fictional book in the damn library!” Naomi was somehow able to concentrate on her work and still give a brilliant comeback.

“Anyways,” Yonah said, getting Dani’s attention, “I also like to read! And I think I might have some books you would like.”

“I’m already paid for today,” said Dani, she was interested but was sure there was some ulterior motive. The giants loved to flatter her with gifts, hoping for extra time, but she never gave it. She knew how delicious she was.

“I’m still unsure about eating you, but I wouldn’t want you to waste your time. Here,” he took off his head and Dani looked genuinely surprised and curious when he stuck his hand in and pulled out a selection of novels.

“I don’t know if you’ve been told, but I’m from another world entirely, and apparently my hat is full of books!” Yonah held out his hand with the books to Dani who lost all her professional aura and took them all, taking in their covers, which had art styles wholly unfamiliar to her

They were completely unfamiliar to her, in fact the titles were half nonsense.

‘Stars Without Number, The Tetremalin Time Bomb. A Captain Alfred and the Mystery of the Sigma Quadrant Adventure’ and ‘The Fantastic Romantic Escapades of The Fantabulous Darington and The One that Got Away’ and ‘MythAdventures: The Awakened Automaton, a Gaslamp Steamfantasy for All Ages’ and one that was not a book but bound with twine titled ‘The Ice Princess, The Official Scripts by the Silken Breath Order, episodes 1-10, with hand-written edits’

“I can have these!?” she couldn’t believe, books no one else had! Books from another world with brand new stories and possibly new genres. Her heart could barely contain itself in her chest.

Yonah looked at Naomi who gave him a knowing glance. He should really reel it in on the gifts. “You can have one, for now,” he said. A few memories trickled in. “I personally loved MythAdventures, it’s got a fantastic twist.”

Dani smiled, and returned the other books into his hand, but with a big smile she hugged the MythAdventures, she sniffed it deeply. It even smelled like far away.

Without another word she returned to her cushion, but instead of settling down she took her bowl of candies and returned to Yonah, clambering onto his knees, settling down. It was very adorable and Yonah couldn’t help but smile.

“Why dont I read it to you?” he asked, adjusting to sit criss cross, so she was a bit sprawled out on his skirt. Then without warning he took something from a pouch at his side and dabbed it on his tongue and said words in a language she didn’t know. Which was frustrating, she knew a lot of languages

Woah! A burst of grey smoke spread around her, sourced from the half-giant. Only he was not giant any longer. He was human sized. Or nearly, and she was still in his lap. She knew shrinking spells existed but this was not any she had read about. Also, up until now she was certain he had been humoring her about not eating her and just feeling sorry for her and so giving her extra books. But he definitely couldn’t eat her at this size. She also loved to be read to.

“Yes please!” she handed him back the book. He adjusted his glasses and got more comfortable, with Dani laying across his legs. Even shrunk, he was still a comfy spot, he was chubby, very soft and warm.

“Would you like a honey nut?” she held up the bowl, “they are almost as tasty as me!”

Yoanh laughed and took a few. They were indeed tasty. The honey stuck to his teeth and Dani giggled as he licked it from his fangs like a dog licking peanut butter from the roof of its mouth. Finally his mouth was candy free and he opened the book.

“Oh shoot, this is book 3, I’m so sorry,” he said, “I think I have the first two but,” he reached into his hat again and winced. Then he dismissed his reduction and pulled out two giant sized books. Giant sized for Yonah, so a bit oversized. Dani looked amused, as if she thought this was his plan all along.

“That’s alright! Why don’t you eat me and read to me, the Syorians have done that a few times, and it was nice.”

Eat her and read to her? Why did that stir a memory? Why was he sure he’d done that for someone else. Someone important to him. The thought was so tempting, even though he kinda planned to just let her continue to sit in his lap. Then His stomach grumbled a bit.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“It’s my job silly! And if you read to me it would be much less like a job!” she hopped off his lap and returned her new book, her bowl of candy, and her glasses to her cushion. This time when she returned it was to climb back onto him. “Alright! Ready to be eaten!”

If not for her eagerness Yonah might not have proceeded to pick her up and after giving her a playful sniff, shove her into his mouth.

While a Syor/ian could fit an entire human in their mouth, Yonah couldn’t. Not even close. Most of her body was dangling out. With her minimal amount of clothing yonah got a massive amount of flavor and she had been right. She was delicious. And Yonah did not want to torture her for so long so He worked her to the back of his mouth and tipped his head back to begin swallowing. Next time… next time he would spend more time tasting her.

Despite not having all his memories, Yonah knew he was proud to be half-giant, though as his throat stretched and the human’s form pressed against his windpipe as he forced her down into his esophagus, he kinda wished he was fully giant. It was painful, in kind of a good way, and he kept swallowing. Eventually her feet disappeared into his throat, and with that her hands entered his stomach, then the rest of her! She was super filling. And that was one reason he was glad to be half-giant, surely for whatever a full giant was, and he was certain his mother was one, eating a single human couldn’t be so satisfying. He slumped with a content sigh and rubbed his belly.

This just felt... right. He was full and so so so happy.

“Hey! Aren't you gonna read? If im gonna be so squished I'd like you to keep your word”

Yonah snapped back and also looked at Naomi. He was on duty! He was on guard! Yes this office was extremely secure but he couldn’t completely slack off. And a full belly seemed to lull him a bit. This alarmed him and most of his sleepiness went away.

Naomi had watched the entire thing, for she was curious as to how such a small giant could swallow a human, but he did. It looked uncomfortable for him but clearly enjoyable. And seeing his stomach become pleasantly full… very different from when Syor/ians ate folks. Except for how pleased Yonah was with himself, that was exactly like a Syor/ian.

“Yes yes, I… you taste delightful Dani!” he said, back to being a bit awkward with compliments.

He looked down at his middle and saw the slight signs of a human being trapped inside his gut. The small occasional tremors as she tried to find a comfortable position, and a few times little dents that corresponded to when he could feel her stretch out. He was just tickled peachy watching, feeling. Until he figured that was enough time and he reached for the book.

As he read he felt Dani relax, but not to the point where she was going to fall asleep. Oh no, she stayed wide awake as Yonah read to her. He did at some point get some water, as his throat got extremely dry, telling Dani what was about to happen so she wouldn’t freak out. She said the cool water felt refreshing! So that was nice.

There was a notable moment when he took a break to talk to Naomi. She needed a bit of a break too, her eyes were starting to get tired from looking at documents for so long. First she just summarized in words a few of the documents, good practice to tell Connor later. In the month since Yonah’s arrival she had started to go over things briefly with her guard before Connor, to organize things in her head a bit better. Even if Yonah didn’t understand their politics it was very helpful.

Plus she was super curious about Dani. Or rather, about Yonah having eaten Dani. Naomi knew how weird and different it was to be eaten by Yonah, and Yonah had been very descriptive about how it felt, that he could very acutely tell even minor movements. That he could place his hand on his stomach and feel whoever was inside! This was something Syor/ians could not do, simply because of their size.

“I don’t mind you touching, but Dani might,” he said, poking himself a bit, causing Dani to stir.

He had been poking and rubbing his stomach at fairly regular intervals while he read but Dani was still not used to such intrusions upon her space. Syor/ian stomachs were much more cavernous, no such effects at all. Naomi was entranced, and then a bit horrified upon a tremor, and the slightest of movements, especially since before seeing it, yonah just seemed like he’d eaten a good meal, not a person. You could not tell if a Syor/rian had eaten someone, not at all.

“Naomi’s gonna, em, examine me, and you might feel her pressing into my stomach, if that’s ok!” Yonah asked. Naomi was sitting on his thigh as Yonah sat crossed legged, but she stood up now.

“Hmmm, yeah that’s fine!” Dani said, shifting again. Hmmm. Maybe. She pressed a hand to what she knew was the “front” of the stomach.

Naomi gasped as she saw the movement and with only a little hesitation placed her hands at the spot and leaned in.

By the guards of the underworld That felt wrong! That had to be an elbow or a hand. It was obviously a person trapped underneath the layers of fat and flesh. And she could feel as Dani shifted even a little. The best way to describe it is like feeling floating ribs. It was unnerving so she stopped after only a short time.

“I’m, going to get a snack and get back to work.” she said.

“Not without my escort!” Yonah picked her up and climbed down the desk. They could easily call a servant but Yonah needed to stretch his legs. He couldn’t have a snack since Dani was his snack, but a walk to the kitchens was very much needed.

Once they got back Naomi dived into her paperwork again. Yonah sat back down at his desk and continued to read.

And when his time with her was up, he poked at Dani again, and she let out a long groan.

“But you’re not done!!!” she pounded against his stomach in frustration. “You’re so good at reading!!”

That made Yonah feel good! This little human had enjoyed her time being eaten. He almost started crying again, as wonderful as this had been it still made him sad? But in a good way.

Also she was very correct, they weren’t even halfway through the book. But really, it was time for a late lunch, and since Yonah had skipped breakfast, he shouldn’t skip another meal. Not very responsible for a guard to go hungry. And he wasn’t gonna eat with her sitting in there. No way. Even if Syor/ians did that, he felt like due to his size it would be incredibly unpleasant, and he was already so full he couldn't eat a proper meal without becoming overstuffed, and burying his occupant.

Guess he would just have to eat her again soon.

Once he spat her up and cleaned her off, she turned to Naomi.

“Can he eat me again? Like! tomorrow!?” She practically squealed at Naomi who looked at them both with her knowing gaze - like she had her suspicions this might happen, that she might have requested Dani be his treat for this specific reason.

“Perhaps,” she said, and smiled so deviously. And Yonah’s face turned a little red.

That might be a bit too soon! That felt like exploitation to Yonah, But he’d love to read to her again so they could progress in the story without her having to be in his gut. And with his lost memories, he knew he was getting to read his favorite books like they were new! Or at least, sort of new.

And it was something to do while Naomi did her mountains of paperwork.

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the stars we saw that day

▸ 💌 : u:mi is writing … ✎♡

꒰ 26.02.27 ꒱— i tried posting this a few days ago but it literally ? just collected dust and a measly 2 notes so i’m guessing something went wrong when i switched from posting it on mobile to later editing it on desktop. be a peach and pretend this is the first time i’m posting this... heh, enjoy the fic <3 !

a sexc one-shot for my favourite scorpio on this website @jaenocide

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₊˚. one (1) new incoming rq┊📥 !!

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❑ band au …

❑ enemies to lovers …

❑ prompt 1 : “ are you sure this

is legal ? ”

❑ member : RENJUN of NCT

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“you’re late.”

you dropped your schoolbag onto one of the plastic chairs against the wall, with a thump, and rolled your eyes, “and you’re already getting on my nerves,” is what you would have retorted, if you had had the energy to do so.

there were so many other things that you’d rather be doing. it was obvious that you hadn’t been given the choice of who you were meeting in one of the school’s tiny secluded practice-rooms after classes because the guy currently scowling daggers at your back would definitely not have been one of your choices—for obvious reasons.

if you had been given your way, you would never even have to see his face at all. so, naturally, when you looked over your shoulder, you returned his icy glare with one of your own, “my bad. ‘didn’t realise you’d be here counting down the minutes.”

his laugh was humorless, “don’t flatter yourself.” as he moved to the wall-piano in the corner of the room, he continued, “i wouldn’t be crying over my keys if you hadn’t show up.”

huang renjun: the art department’s favourite student, pianist protégée, beloved by every teacher who had ever had the absolute delight of having him in their class, the biggest pain-in-your-ass—only to name a few of the names that he’s accumulated during his years at the school on the outskirts of seoul.

no one ever really knew why the two of you couldn’t stand eachother; it had always been that way, for as long as anyone could remember.

☄︎. *. ˖⋆࿐໋₊

if you thought back on it—which you hardly ever found yourself doing—the first memory you had of huang renjun was back in elementary, when you had just transferred.

he had looked at you strangely—as if you were out-of-place, like an alien or something like that—the moment he had sat opposite you at the same table during class. you remember how he had murmured something behind his hand to jeno who sat beside him. they had kept glancing across at you throughout the lesson, muttering under their breaths.

during recess that day, you had stood on tiptoe and peered into the reflection of one of the school building’s window, wondering if your mum had braided your hair unevenly or if there were remnants of the cupcake you had eaten earlier in the day around your mouth. neither had seemed to be the case—which had only left you even more confused.

what had made you certain that huang renjun hated you was when he landed you your first ever lunch-time detention, in your last year of elementary.

the two of you, as well as your best-friends: donghyuck ‘haechan,’ jeno and jaemin (who had been renjun’s best friends first and still were—although admitting that you shared anything with renjun left a foul taste in your mouth) had sat on the same table in maths.

you had walked into the classroom, after break, to see renjun already sat down. usually, during lessons you’d ignore his presence as best as you could. you would pretend not to hear his ‘help’ whenever you struggled with the worksheet, prefering to soldier on; it wasn’t as if you’d feel any joy giving renjun the satisfaction of knowing more than you do.

but you had been quick to notice the sketchbook—your sketchbook—held in his greasy little hands. you must have forgotten to put it back inside your bag, the lesson before. his eyes had risen from examining the open pages and they widened when he registered you standing in the doorway.

as you stormed towards him, renjun’s mouth had opened to say something; it was as fruitless as trying to calm a raging tempest.

“give me that,” you seethed, snatching the book from him; your face felt like it was burning. the things you drew weren’t stuff that would get you in trouble but they were rather—well, looking back on it—weird: pretty schoolgirls with brightly-coloured hair sitting on yellow grass beneath a purple-coloured sky, mermaids on rocks akin to the candy of the same name beneath a gatorade waterfall, forest elves with the ability to control different elements. they were fantasy or sci-fi drawings, taking inspiration from the stories you made up in your head during daydreams, or from the stories you’d read at night when you were supposed to be sleeping. none of which you planned to sit down and share with renjun.

he had tried to say something again, bristling at your tone, but you didn’t allow him an opening, “haven’t you ever heard of a thing called privacy?” you quickly placed your sketchbook safely in your bag, making sure it was secured, before glowering at him, “paws off, brace-face.”you remember the surge of satisfaction that had coursed through you, when you watched how quickly his face became red.

after renjun had gotten his braces, you had overheard donghyuck call him the name, playfully nudging him in the arm. you didn’t think it would be enough to rile him up but it wasn’t soon after that when he stuck his hand up in the air to tell the teacher about what you had called him. you had stubbornly refused to apologise which resulted in a lunch-time spent writing lines of ‘i shall not name-call’ until your hand ached.

before you had started playing the guitar for the band, you had taken private violin lessons; since they were at your highschool, your music instructor would pair you and the other violinists up with the pianists for the end of month evaluation, because there weren’t that many of you altogether in the department. you didn’t mind, when you were paired with the care-free jaemin who smiled whenever he watched you play and let you sit beside him on the bench as he practiced his new arrangement. you may have even confessed that he gave you butterflies whenever he laughed at your bad jokes.

but there were a few months where you would be partnered with none other than renjun—who you felt was the only one who hated you more than the universe seemed to.

the pair of you played well enough during performances; in the words of your instructor who would even go as far as pulling the two of you aside afterwards, “it could even secure a place in the annual competition held in the city.” every time, the two of you would thank him stiffly, as if doing anything more would give the other a sort of advantage in your long-standing dispute.

to you, the thought of performing on stage would be a wonderful step-up from playing in the school’s small practice room littered with broken instruments on the shelves and the ancient piano stuffed in one corner (all giving the room a foul timeworn odour that hung in the air, even with the door open)—was welcomed, even—but with renjun? not a chance.

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“whatever,” you muttered, turning your back on him again and putting your case on one of the other plastic chairs. as you crouched down to unclasp it, you registered the sound of a page turning behind you and you took out your violin and bow. although you’d never admit it out loud, it wasn’t an exaggeration that renjun was a talented pianist. maybe if he did ever compete in the national piano competition, he’d even make it to the finals. maybe. your grip tightens on the neck of your violin as you brace yourself for an hour of torture (practice) with huang renjun.

that was in highschool.

“hey.”

you had graduated three years ago. yet here you were.

you poked your tongue into the inside of your cheek, before letting it sweep over your teeth. not taking your gaze off the window and the scenery that rolled past as the car drove through the city, you muttered, “what.”

there’s a pause—which you knew meant that he’s taking a moment to study you. you’re past the point of caring what went on in renjun’s head when he saw you; if anything you wished he’d be less keen to voice them aloud.

“i thought you did well earlier.”

you tensed in your seat, despite knowing better than to rise to the bait he had once again cast out to sea. of course, he always managed to haul an abundance, by the end of the day. when you didn’t respond, he took it as a cue to continue—or he didn’t care and continued anyway (you assumed the latter.) “what you said almost made me blush,” you could practically see the mocking smirk on his face, imprinted on the inside of your eyelids, as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

you finally turned your head to glare daggers, which seemed to only harmlessly glance off him, as he continued, “almost. although, of course, we both know better,” your skin crawled when he patted your hand in mock-affection, “don’t we, baby?”

you would have assumed that the two of you would have grown out of your childish war by now, especially after your whole ‘rise-to-fame,’ but no, you still hated everything about huang renjun: how he always had to have the last word, always had a remark on the tip of his tongue with a glint in his eye, always laughed at you like there’s a joke you’re not aware of.

but, most of all—especially now—you hated the feeling you got in your stomach whenever he looked at you so... so lovingly: like a million butterflies laid dormant there until he started talking with that look on his face—like they only took flight at his beck and call. you hated it—you hated it all.

you couldn’t decide which one made you feel worse: the fact, you knew as well as him, that it’s all a fabricated lie or the fact that it still managed to affect you so deeply, despite that piece of knowledge.

you see: if someone had told you, during the days when you used to practice in one of your school’s cramped music-rooms, that, a few years down the line, your band would be signed to one of the biggest entertainment companies in korea, you would have called them crazy; if they had continued and said that you and renjun would quickly be known as the country’s beloved ‘star couple,’ you may have punched them square in the nose.

yet here you were, being driven home after the day’s schedule—which had included an interview for one of the biggest magazines in south korea.

you had felt like the interview had been less professional than it should have been; it focused more on your adored ‘relationship’ with renjun, rather than the promotion of your group’s new album. it included questions like ‘when did the two of you realise you loved eachother?’ and ‘what’s your favourite thing about the other person?’

there had been many instances where you had had to resist the overwhelming urge to throttle both renjun, when he watched you with more of a taunting smirk than a lover’s smile, and the interviewer who had clearly been far more keen on hearing his answer than yours.

does a person have to blink that much? you remember asking youself, as you watched the interviewer lean unnecessarily closer to renjun and bat her eyes, as he was answering one of the questions about how often you get into arguments (”rarely ever, we never disagree on things” bullshit, huang.) instead of letting your disgust slip through, you secure your mask and play the role of the meek girlfriend, giggling at your boyfriend’s answer.

you had dipped your head slightly and bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling, as a thought came to mind; our fans won’t be too happy when they notice this, in the video. while they’re easily deceived by yours and renjun’s ‘romance,’ they could pick up on many other things: including smitten interviewers.

your supporters were dedicated, often even extreme—and it was both their upbringing and in some cases, their ultimate flaw. despite yourself, you couldn’t wait to read the comments about this interview, in a few days.

pinching the skin on your wrist wasn’t enough to distract you from renjun’s presence anymore; not when you had to always hold his hand or link arms whilst walking around in public, because of the cameras flashing wherever you went in order to capture and report every detail to this media and the other; there even had to be the occasional kiss, if they had been particularly quiet and needed something new to gush about, like a child being rewarded with a treat for being so well-behaved.

sickening, how so many people get a thrill from a deluded sense of control over celebrities’ personal lives and relationships; as if we’re nothing but dolls. even if your relationship was fake—it wasn’t as if these people knew that. you supposed it was your company’s fault, for making you and renjun parade around like two stupid lovebirds as well as your own fault for letting them. but, hey, business is business.

to the public, you were two enamoured young stars who couldn’t wait until they were behind closed doors to display their desire for eachother. in reality, his hand on your wrist, as you waited for your transport after finishing the day’s schedule, was actually to keep you from writhing away: as if his touch physically scalded. when you leaned in to ‘lovingly whisper’ into his ear during music awards, you were actually hissing warnings about what would happen once you get back to the dorms if he kept getting on your nerves.

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you seize the opportunity to slip away from the eyes of producers and camera crew, as they finally move on to bombard haechan with questions and commands for another new promotion video. he notices you just as you’re about to leave and jokingly mouths a dramatic, “save me.”

you laugh silently and give him the thumbs-up, before backing out of the room. you make your way down the corridor and up the flight of stairs, the sound of your echoing steps drastically different to the constant chatter and background noise that you had grown so accustomed to. making it to the top, you barely hesitate, as you open the door to the building’s rooftop.

when you step out into the night, you close your eyes and—for the first time in what feels like forever—take a deep breath. you savour the cool air entering your lungs, as your muscles relax—you didn’t even realise how tense you had been. this life was everything you and your group had dreamed of: money, fame, parties with a-listers almost every weekend… so why did you feel so worn out by it all?

you tilt your head up to the inky sky, feeling infinitely small beneath the sparse pinpricks of light that shone above—out of reach, yet impossible to miss. a reminder. a comfort. your worries momentarily drift away on the cool wind, as the night embraces you, like an old friend. if only for a few minutes, until someone is sent to find you. it’s only when you open your eyes again that you notice someone perched on the ledge, their legs dangling over.

renjun’s silhouette was framed by the bright lights of soul: the office towers, shopping district and apartment buildings that made up the inner-city in the distance. had he felt like he had to get away for a while, the way you had?

he jumps at the sound of the door that slams shut behind you, his upper-body whipping around to find the cause of the noise. when he realises that it’s only you and not one of the production members who probably wouldn’t stop irritating him, he visibly relaxes and turns back around. some part of you is relieved that he would gladly tolerate your company over the crew’s—but, then again, you’d prefer him over their constant commands and orders too. and that said alot... right?

a slim beam of light shoots out from where your ‘boyfriend’ sits and you watch it dart across the towering buildings a distance away, “is that a… laser?”

he hums.

“are you sure this is legal?” you ask as you sit beside him on the ledge, maintaining a respectful distance—more for your own comfort than his. you continue watching the dancing light, “i mean, you might distract a pilot… or something.”

he’s silent for several moments, the laser-pen falling slack in his hand, “hm… nah, ‘don’t think so,” he gives you a sidewards-glance, noting your furrowed brow. he runs his fingers through his hair which you notice is now peaking behind his ears and down the nape of his neck, into the collar of his shirt.

if things were different, you may have even reached out to play with a few strands or ask him if he was thinking of growing it out. but, instead, your fingers remain curled into fists on your lap and your mouth stays shut as he resumes pointing the laser at seoul’s inner-city. it was surprising that the crimson beam was able to project that far.

“cut it out,” you finally sigh, after a few moments of awkward silence, ignoring his noise of protest as you snatch the pen from his hand and pocket it.

“you’ve never been any fun,” he murmurs, running his hands over his face before rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

at a sidewards glance, you realise renjun is bare-faced, without the usual thin layer of makeup and styled hair. he looks as tired as you feel. so he’s just been up here, all this time. as you steal a few more glances at him, you wonder if, maybe, your hectic schedule was taking its toll on someone else as well.

you quickly catch yourself staring, longer than you really should be, when he meets your eye. you avert your gaze to the city ahead, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks.

“so you couldn’t stand it down there either, huh?” renjun says, if only to fill the silence stretching between the two of you. out of the corner of your peripheral vision, you can see him still watching you.

“just needed some air,” you say, shrugging.

he hums, clasping his hands in his lap. out of the corner of your eye, you can see him tapping a knuckle with his finger—a habit of his.

you both lapse into another stifling silence and, after a while, your eyes lift up to the sky; you strain to catch a glimpse of any stars.

renjun watches you, the corners of his mouth curving up into a small smile as he says, “it’s disappointing.” your eyes slide to meet his as he says, “you’ve heard of light pollution, right?”

“i was in your geo class, idiot.”

“well you wouldn’t blame me if i thought you didn’t pay a lot of attention,” after a beat, he quickly adds, “idiot.”

your eyes crinkle as you laugh, shaking your shoulders.

“i’m serious,” his intonation lilts off at the end, making it sound like he’s whining, “i swear you spent more time sleeping than actually taking notes.”

“i took tons of notes!” of course, you’re lying.

although you used to do your best to pay attention in class, you couldn’t help but fall asleep or stare out of the window or pay attention to anything else other than the lesson—it wasn’t your fault that the class was so boring.

what came as a surprise were the notes you discovered in your locker between classes which went over everything from the lesson before, delivered without fail. you didn’t know who left the neatly-organised notes, because you didn’t recognise the handwriting, whenever you compared it to your friends’.

the smile he flashes catches you off-guard.

it’s not like the ones that don’t reach his eyes—the ones you have forever been accustomed to—or the ones he gave you when there were thousands of cameras and eyes trained to capture every move that the pair of you made. those smiles were fake, dripping of unbearingly sweet honey which the oblivious public lapped up and simply couldn’t get enough of.

yet it isn’t the blatantly aggravating smirks he’d flash your way after delivering a biting remark about how well you sang his praises for an interview.

no, this smile is unlike the two masks he usually wears and discards. it seems… genuine? you can’t explain the feeling in your stomach at the sight.

“you mean, my notes?”

of course, they were his. your face burns as the realisation washes over you—or, more accurately, crashes into you like a tsunami wave. you mentally curse yourself for your stupidity as well as the irony of it all.

you had never tried to look at his writing, unless it was to quickly scrutinise the little notes he’d made on his music sheets which he begrudgingly shared with you during duet practices all those years ago. you had never really given it much thought. now you feel stupid for never doing so.

upon seeing your reaction, he takes your silence in stride—and laughs. the butterflies take flight in your stomach when you realise he’s not mocking you; you even smile weakly.

you’re not surprised at renjun’s reaction, before he muses aloud, “woah. ‘didn’t know you could do that.”

your smile falters. instinctively, your mouth works faster than your brain and you quickly retort, “well you don’t really give me many reasons to, do you?”

now it’s your turn to be surprised, as he simply tilts his head back, laughing up at the night sky. the sound is melodical and makes the fluttering in your stomach harder to ignore. you laugh weakly, the new situation catching you off-guard. are you seriously hiding on a rooftop and joking around with huang renjun? and were you… enjoying it?

“i bet i’m gonna wake up soon,” he says, as if reading your mind, after the laughter dies down. it’s a lot less awkward than it had been only moments before. “we’ll be at eachother’s throats again by tomorrow,” he quirks a brow at you for confirmation, “right?”

you hum, scratching your cheek with the knuckle of a finger, “maybe.”

“i mean,” he glances at you before staring down at his laced figers, “…why are we like this?”

you don’t have to ask him to be more specific, “i… i dunno,” you laugh dryly, fiddling with the laser-pen in your pocket, “you’ve hated me since day one.”

“what?” you would have thought he was goading you, if you hadn’t seen the shock that immediately crosses his features. he shoots you a puzzled look.

“you did,” you insist, trying hard to convince yourself that you were being logical, especially after his unexpected reaction, “remember? elementary school. miss kim’s class.” he tilts his head, like a confused puppy, brows furrowed as you continue to jog his memory, “you sat next to jeno and kept looking at me like—like i was something gross that you stepped in!”

“what?” renjun repeats, laughing breathily as he shakes his head, “no, that’s not true.” he looks at you, running his hand through his hair again. he searches your expression, “oh come on, y/n” hearing him say your name so casually makes your heart skip a beat. what is happening to you? “you were a new girl and…” his gaze falls to his hands again, as he mutters, “and… you were... cute…” he seems to be surprised by his own words, as he scratches the nape of his neck, his eyes suddenly avoiding your direction.

he did not just say that. he couldn’t have; out of all the things you were expecting, that was not one of them, “you’re joking.”

he gives you a pointed glance; as if the answer has been obvious, “if you asked jeno, he’d humiliate me,” quickly, he adds, “if he still remembers… which i doubt. i made him swear not to say anything.”

a supressed memory resurfaces, of jeno back in elementary: he had told you once that renjun had a crush on you. because of how unbelievable it seemed, you had iced him out for a solid week—similar to how you ignored renjun—for telling you such an unfunny joke, until he admitted that he had lied and apologised. maybe he hadn’t been lying afterall.

“oh,” you say quietly, before it fully sinks in and you put your face in your hands, “oh.”

renjun had never hated you. he had never insulted you first; if anything, he only ever lashed back in self-defence. it had been your fault for misunderstanding on that first day. while you were sat there feeling self-conscious, renjun had been talking to jeno throughout that lesson because he had thought you were cute.

renjun can’t help but smile at the way your voice came out muffled. “so you get it now?”

you reach out, weakly slapping his arm in embarrassment; he makes an equally weak attempt to dodge it, laughing again.

“god…” you rub your face, feeling like it was burning up again; this had to be the third time you’ve embarrassed yourself tonight. the crushing realisation of how different things could have been, if you hadn’t been so stupid, had you hiding your face in your hands again and shaking your head, “i’m…” your laugh is muffled, “i’m so sorry for…” you waved a hand between the two of you, “all of this.”

for the second time tonight, you’re pleasantly suprised when renjun only smiles up at the stars and shakes his head, looking lax, “well, better late than never,” he shoots you a playful grin, “ten years late than never.”

you slap his arm again, laughing, “stop that.”

in the end, or the beginning—whichever way you want to look at it—the thing that resolved your ten-year cat-and-dog relationship built over a misunderstanding was a fateful encounter on a rooftop and, under a light-polluted sky, you realised that you love everything about huang renjun.

you love how he talks so passionately about his different theories, especially the one about other universes existing at the same time as ours (“like. y/n. imagine that, in some other universe, we’re not even sitting on this rooftop. or that this rooftop never even existed. crazy, huh?”) as well as the possibility of alien life (“we haven’t even fully explored the ocean. who’s to say that aliens aren’t out there? or… already living amongst us?”)

you love how interested he had been, when you told him about the stories behind the drawings he had remembered from your sketchbook; he even described some of his own childhood drawings which were just as (and maybe even more) eccentric.

he has the sharp wit and humour to make you laugh until your sides hurt, especially on that memorable night which had been the first of many: you had had to hold his arm to stop yourself from accidentally falling off, as you writhed around; it proved to be almost useless, because renjun had been hysterical as well. both of your laughter rang in the night—and neither of you even had enough awareness to feel the cold.

but, most of all, you love the feeling you get in your stomach whenever he looks at you; those butterflies that take flight whenever he says your name. everything you had thought you knew about him was wrong—and your heart melts whenever you remember how he had been waiting for you to realise. maybe it had to take ten years, for the two of you to get to where you are now.

jeno gives you a wide-eyed look when he catches you cuddled up to renjun at the dorm, one night. passing the two of you on the sofa, he asks, “is this a hidden camera prank?” his eyes dart around, searching the corners of the room and even jokingly lifting up the bowl of cereal that he was carrying to inspect the bottom of it.

renjun grabs the cushion you had been hugging and you make a small sound of protest, before simply reaching to the side to grab another one. you laugh as you catch sight of jeno dodging the one thrown at him by the older boy and his free hand which moved to protect his cereal from spilling, “hey! you don’t have to hurt the lucky charms!”

as he saunters off to his room, he calls out, “i did try to tell you that he liked you, y/n!”

you reach out to the laser-pen on the coffee-table in front of the sofa and flash the light into jeno’s eyes, when he looks over his shoulder at the two of you. you laugh along with renjun as he yells in surprise and quickly shuts his door with a snap before any more harm can be done to him or his lucky charms.

huang renjun and y/n l/n: the nation’s beloved it-couple or, in your eyes, two people with a lot of time to make up for.

you believe that the two of you will get there, eventually—and hopefully it takes less than another ten years.

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lovethisletters · 5 years

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Hi anon! I will start by apologizing for this taking sooo long, I had a LOT of things to do but now I have a little free time! BUT before we start I will also like to clarify that I wrote this with gender neutral pronouns for Grell since they themselves never quite cannonically have comfirmed their gender (…I think…). Anyway…enjoy!

• Grell as a grimm reaper has barely free time to spend on themselves (primarely because most of that free time is spend on you)

• So when they literally colapsed on the bed, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

• They where always pampering you so much that most of the time they forgot to think on themselves at all.

• And you wanted to return some of that affection, even if it where just a little.

• Grell is honestly, very much the type to be pleased quite easily.

• They’re OVERJOYED with the smallest display of love.

• So it wasn’t difficult to find something they would like.

• Pancakes! Everyone loves them! They are easy to cook and taste good with almost anytingh.

• You decided to get a little more creative, tough…

• This pancakes where special, they where meant to show how much you love Grell.

• So you went to the market in order to get all the things you needed.

• Luckily, Grell was still asleep when you returned.

• You feared that you where going to wake them up with all the noise you where making with your clumsy movements.

• For some reason you where making even more noise when you tried not to.

• But Grell was so deep in their slumber they didn’t hear anything at all.

• At least not for a while…

• Grell woke up to the warm and sweet scent of pancakes!

• Their stomach replaying with a loud and almost comical growl.

• So they allowed themselves to walk rapidly towards the kitchen.

• When they saw you so concentrated on your doing, they couldn’t help themselves from smiling widely at your expression.

• You didn’t even noticed they had woken up and where behind you until their arms where warped gently around your waist and planted a quick kiss on your cheek.

• “What are you doing, my love? “

• They asked, resting their chin on your shoulder.

• “you’ll see, now darling, please sit down and wait patiently”

• You where surprised to see tham actually obeying your command without any complaints.

• But soon figured it was because of them still being a little sleepy.

• When you were finished and showed Grell the end results…

• Their eyes litterally lighted up as that of a young child who’s being given a present on Christmas eve.

• They were so happy.

• And hungry.

• You had decorated the pancakes with a variety of fruits and candy In order to make it look like Grell’s face.

• They hugged you so tightly you almost felt all the air scape from your lungs.

• They also covered your face with light sweet quick little enthusiastic kisses.

• After a while when they finally had finished their pancakes.

• You two finded time to cuddle.

• You weren’t sure exactly when you had fallen asleep.

• Only to find out Grell was no longer with you, nor in the house.

• All that they left behind was a small plate of cookies with a rushed note.

• “Se you later my love”—Grell 💕

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bangtangcorner · 4 years

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Sexstasy - Jeon Jungkook

pairings: yandere!fratboy!jungkook x reader, minor fratboy!seokjin x reader

word count: 4.3k

summary: On the outside, you didn’t like Jeon Jungkook and he didn’t like you. But what you both really wanted deep down, was each other. By the time you found out how insane Jungkook really was, and how wanting him was maybe a mistake, it might’ve been a little late.

warnings: cussing, oral(f.receiving), fingering, nipple play, oppa kink (oops), mild violence, yandere behavior, alcohol, drug usage

a/n: ok so my FIRST time writing smut and my longest imagine yet! I worked really really hard on this, I hope whoever read this ends up liking it :) If you liked this, then feel free to also check out my other works. Also I LITERALLY have no idea about drugs lol. Also Sexstasty is originally from what I’ve read a combination of ecstasy and viagra and is used by men, but in the fic I switched it up a bit ok bye. Feedback and criticism of any kind is always appreciated <3

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The party was already in full swing by the time you and Y/f/n stepped in the frat house. Alpha Kapa Si had successfully sponsored five events under the biology sector in a month, creating yet again, a new record. And this of course, called for a celebration. The house was dimly lit, fairy lights hanging at almost every door. As you expected, Drake was blasting through the speakers at the highest possible volume and every student looked like they were having the time of their life.

“Come on, let’s go find Hoseok!” Y/f/n screamed over the loud music, her hand slipping into yours as she pulled you through the crowd. Both of you made your way to through the sweaty bodies and found Hoseok in the kitchen with Seokjin, refilling their red solo cups.

“Hoseok!”

His face whipped around as his eyes landed on Y/f/n. A big grin stretched across his face as he made his way towards her and enveloped her in a hug, squeezing her too tight in your opinion. He pulled away and looked at you, a smile still evident on his face.

“Hi Y/n”

“Hi Hobi.” He gave you a side hug and then out of the blue moon, started squealing.

“We’re going to party so fucking hard tonight baby!” He jumped like a child who had received candy before dinner and Y/f/n joined him. You shook your head at their silliness and but couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on your face. They were both literal embodiment of sunshine, always happy and cheery, brightening up everyone’s day. So it was no surprise to you when you got a call from Y/f/n in the middle of the night, shouting from too much excitement after Hoseok had asked her out. Of course this meant that you were going to be introduced to Hoseok’s friends and maybe, become friends with them.

To say that they were famous in the university would frankly be an understatement.

Kim Namjoon, doing his PHD in psychology, became President of Alpha Kapa Si last year which was genuinely expected by 95% of the college. With an IQ of 148, he was a born genius. Excelled in not only academics but extracurricular activities as well. He was your kind of guy, minded his own business and had the cleanest reputation out of the 7 boys.

Min Yoongi, pursuing music, honestly looked the most intimidating to you. All the times you had seen him in corridors or in the one class you shared with him, he always had a frown etched upon his face and would cuss out anyone who would cross his way. He was terrifying and you tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

Jung Hoseok, he probably was the happiest human you’d ever come across. Doing his course in MBA, he was ready to take over the family business as soon as he was done with Uni. But that was something he was being forced to do, his heart was in dancing. Also the President of the dance club, Hoseok was pretty much the female version of Y/f/n.

Kim Seokjin, completing his degree in theater arts and animation, was next to Namjoon in terms of being the most sane. He had a little crazy in him too but just the right amount. Being around him made you nervous for some reason, the tension was always thick in the air whenever you two were in the same room. Y/f/n always suggested that you both could ‘fuck that tension out’ to which you always responded with a smack across her head.

Park Jimin, ethereal face, every girl wanted to sit on that dick and most of them actually already had. Being a contemporary dancer, he had probably one of the most beautiful bodies you’d ever seen.Through all the attention he got, he remained humble somehow. You gelled well with him shockingly, to this day you don’t know why.

Kim Taehyung, also known as the Prince of art around the college. He was artistic in every way possible and his passion for painting was unbeatable. With extremely striking features and the sweetest voice, he made girls and even guys swoon. But he was too in love with his long time girlfriend Hwasa to notice any of that.

Lastly, Jeon fucking Jungkook. In the four months that Y/f/n and Hoseok had dated, you had not once interacted with Jungkook properly. His gaze always made you feel uncomfortable, something about him just seemed off. He also never missed a chance to get on your nerves, often stimulating your triggers and making you feel more conscious about yourself than you already were. The worst part was, both of you were in the same photography major, meaning you shared almost all the classes. He was the most infamous out of the 7, often got into fights and had been suspended way too many times. You resented Jeon Jungkook.

“Aren’t they the cutest?” You turned around at the voice.

Seokjin was standing next you and was looking at Y/f/n and Hoseok as they made their way to the middle of the house, probably to dance. He handed you a cup which you greatfully accepted, the finals had you too stressed and you were in desperate need of chilling the fuck out.

“Yeah they are.” You said putting the cup to your lips, chugging down the sweet taste of the punch.

You could feel Seokjin’s stare burning holes in the side of your head. Usually, you would play it off or ignore it, but with the alcohol in your system, you were girl with a mission, a mission to ‘fuck the tension out’.

You turn towards Seokjin and raise your eyebrows, “What? Something on my face?”

Seokjin turned red and averted his eyes to the ground, you chuckled and moved closer to him. His eyes widened a little as you closed the gap between you both, your chests almost touching. You bring the cup to your face and tilt it towards him, “Refill for me please?”

Seokjin shuddered and nodded, taking the cup from your hand and walked towards the kitchen, his pace a little too fast in your opinion. You giggled and shook your head, leaning against the wall.This was so unlike you. You weren’t a typical nerd, sure you kept to yourself and didn’t really stick your nose in other’s business, but that doesn’t mean that your head was always in books. You had your fair share of fun too.

“Ahem.”

“Y/f/n don’t”

She raised her hands in the air, a cheeky glint in her eyes as she trudged towards you, “I’m just saying, maybe it’s time for you guys to just fuck and get over with it.”

You rolled your head to the side and looked at her, a lazy smile forming on your face, “Maybe it is.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she chocked on her drink. A loud laugh escaped past your lips as you patted her back, helping her calm down.

“Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?”

“Just” You paused for a second, “Wanna let loose tonight.”

“Girl, you do you.” She grinned, “But Y/n, you don’t have to do something you don’t want to.” Her serious tone made you smile warmly at her, you were so lucky to have a friend as caring and loving as Y/f/n.

“I’ll be okay babe.” You squeezed her shoulder in reassurance.

“Am I interrupting you ladies?” Seokjin’s voice pulled you both out of your little stance.

“No no, not all all.” Y/f/n beamed, a playful smile on her face.

“Your drink” Seokjin said as he passed you the refilled cup. You thanked him quietly and turned to look at Y/f/n, raising your brows, silently asking her to leave. She smirked in return and looked at Seokjin, “I’m going to go, she’s all yours Jin.” Her right eye dropped in a wink.

Jungkook had been distracted by you all night. (a/n: Don’t consider the locket) Hell, you’re the only thing he had been watching all night. You looked marvelous in that mini skirt and crop top even though you showed too much skin according to him. He was so used to seeing you in jumpers and jeans that tonight, you just blew his mind dressed up like that.

To put it simply, Jungkook was infatuated by you. From your bambi eyes to your chubby cheeks, everything about you was mesmerizing to him. It was not only your adorable little habits that pulled him in, it was actually the fact that you were one of the sweetest humans alive, too kind and nice to everyone. You worked hard and never backed down from a challenge, that was something he admired about you.

When you distanced yourself from him as soon as you and Y/f/n started hanging out with their circle, he was hurt. He had expected you to be shy at first given his reputation but he had not expected you to completely pretend as if he didn’t exist. He knew there was something between you and Seokjin, he could see it clearly. It angered him how well you got along with Jimin and not him, it made him upset to watch you laugh carelessly with his friends in front of his own eyes. So he took his anger out on you. Even if you were pissed at something he said, he would be happy that you’d at least respond to him.

He’d been watching you again when you leaned against the wall and stood a little too close to Seokjin. Your cheeks were red, movements a little slow, of fucking course, you were drunk.

“Did you see Y/n tonight? Holy shit who knew there was all that underneath those baggy clothes.” He snapped out of his thoughts at the voice, turning to look at a couple of guys from the basketball team, snickering while smoking a joint in the corner.

“Look at that skirt, would love to rip it apart and eat that ass out.”

In the next second, all Jungkook could see was red. He marched towards the group of boys, picked one of them by his collar and threw him against the wall. The boy yelped in pain as the others backed up, everyone was aware of Jungkook’s anger and it was advised to not get on his bad side.

Jungkook threw a punch to his jaw and then grabbed him by his throat, pushing him back against the wall and leaned down to his ear, “You better not talk about Y/n ever again. You better not look at Y/n ever again or I will fucking bash your skull, you get me?”

He could only whimper in response as Jungkook was pulled away by Namjoon and Jimin. By now, the music had been lowered down and everyone was witnessing Jungkook’s yet another brawl unfold.

“What? Move!” He shouted as the music was again set at a higher volume and people scattered quickly, too afraid of Jungkook. He pried off Namjoon and Jimin’s hands off him and turned around to look back at where you were standing but was met with an empty spot. He groaned and pushed past people swiftly to find you.

You were just making small talk with Seokjin when you heard the commotion. You didn’t even have to go over to see what was happening, you already knew it was Jungkook. Seokjin titled his head in confusion as you sighed before placing your drink on the table beside you and grabbed his head, pulling him through the crowd that had gathered in the living room.

“I’m assuming it’s Jungkook.” You say in a whisper as both of you reach the living room. Your assumption was confirmed when your eyes fell on a very angry Jungkook holding up a boy against the wall, his hand clasped around his throat. The neck in his veins were protruding, his skin flaming red. The words that came out of his mouth not only shocked you but pretty much everyone present there.

“You better not talk about Y/n ever again. You better not look at Y/n ever again or I will fucking bash your skull, you get me?”

You froze as you digested his words, mind going blank for a second as a shiver ran down your spine. Few people around you turned to look at you, disgusted expressions visible on their faces. Of course, Jeon Jungkook can’t go for someone like Y/n Y/l/n.

And then, you ran. You ran up the stairs as fast as you could, Seokjin trailing behind hot on your heels. You could hear Jungkook shout in distance as you slammed open the door of the first room that you could reach and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom.

“Y/n? Y/n?!” Seokjin’s knocking on the door was fast and sharp.

You splashed some water across your face and closed your eyes. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t know why you were reacting like this, maybe it was because you found Jeon Jungkook really fucking hot, or maybe because you had hots for him since the day your eyes fell on him even if he was an asshole to you. Maybe it was because your body reacted to him in a way you didn’t want it too. Maybe because you wanted him.

You contemplated for a minute so as to what to say to Seokjin. There was something between the two of you for sure, you just couldn’t put your finger on what it exactly was. You opened the door to reveal Seokjin sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his feet. His face immediately shot up at the noise of the bathroom door opening. Both of you remained silent for a second, just staring at each other. You broke the silence.

“So Jin” You began as you walked closer to him, “You wanna fuck?”

Seokjin chocked on his spit as you straddled him, your hands resting on his shoulders to support yourself. You had never called him Jin and he had never ever imagined that would you be this blunt. His hands naturally landed on your waist as a blush spread across his face.

“We don’t have to do this Y/n, are you sure?”

“Yes Jin, I’m very fucking sure.”

“But you’re drunk”

“And I also want you to make me feel good Jin.” You bent down and slightly grazed his earlobe with your teeth, your hot breath fanning his skin. He sucked in a deep breath and before you could process it, his mouth was on yours, moving fiercely. Your hands fisted his t-shirt as his arms circled around your waist and pulled you closer. Your tongues explored each others mouth, all hot and messy but soft at the same time. Without giving much thought to it, you started grinding on Jin. Both of you let out loud moans at the friction created, your heads being thrown back as your hips worked against each other.

Jungkook walked upstairs to look for you but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard moans coming out of his room. He grumbled to himself about locking his door from the next time and slammed it open to kick out the horny teenagers from his room when his eyes fall upon sight that made his blood boil and mind fog with anger.

You were sat in Seokjin’s lap, your lips interlocked with his as your hips rolled against his crotch. You jumped at the noise of the door hitting the wall and turned around to see Jungkook standing at the door, fuming and looking like he was ready to murder anyone that came in his way. Your eyes were practically hanging from their sockets as you tried to catch your breath from the heavy makeout session you just had with Jin. Your gaze met Jungkook’s and you knew, whatever was going to happen, it was not going to be good.

“Jungko-”

“You have 5 seconds to get the fuck out Jin. I’ll deal with you later.”

It was so silent in the room that you could feel the beads of sweat rolling down from your hairline to your neck. Jin gently pushed you off him and placed you on the bed and made his way to the door quietly. He turned to look at you one last time before leaving, his eyes practically sympathizing with you. He closed the door behind him, the noise echoing in the room.

Jungkook stood frozen on his spot as you your heart ran hundred miles per second. He then walked towards the dresser and shuffled around it for a minute before walking towards you with what looked like a bottle of water.

“Drink up.”

You gulped as you took the bottle from his hands, your fingertips touching, the simple action causing you to quiver. You took a few sips before placing it on the side table beside the bed. All this time, Jungkook stood leaning against his study table and watched your every move.

“Quite a bold move you know, making out with one of my friends in my own room, on my own fucking bed.” His tone was cocky, a little smirk on his face as you looked up, parting your lips to reply but no coherent response coming out.

“I... Jungkook..I”

“Y/n” You could feel his voice coming closer.

Then it happened. You felt a sudden rush in your body, senses becoming extremely strong. Every part of your body became sensitive and you got slightly dizzy, your panties suddenly dampening as there was a sudden rush to your southern region. A soft whimper escaped past your lips as you gripped the bedsheet underneath you.

“W-What is h-happ-ening to m-me?”

Jungkook released a chuckle as he bent down to your level, his hands taking a hold of your waist to keep you steady.

“My sweet girl, don’t you know you’ve been mine since the beginning?”

Want and need were now flowing in your body like blood, the need to release this built up tension had become even worse. It was as if that Jungkook’s words only amplified this, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“Uh hu my sweet girl, you shouldn’t do that.” He punctuated his words with his hands parting your knees, the smell of your arousal almost intoxicating him.

“Wha-at did y-you do t-to me?” You muttered out through the frantic spread of pleasure in your body.

Jungkook let out a boisterous laugh and then proceeded to tuck his head in your neck. His tongue made contact with your skin as he licked a long swipe until the base of your ear.

“Sexstasy.” His voice came out in a whisper.

“Huh?”

“One pill of Ecstasy mixed with some other drugs that will keep you turned on for at least 2 hours.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, “H-how-w?”

He lightly traced your earlobe with his lips, occasionally placing a few kisses in the way, “The water you drank.”

With every passing moment, it was becoming unbearable for you to even sit.

“Jungkook.” You whined, your hands clutched his shoulders as you moved forward to press your front against his. Jungkook hissed, his hands moving to unzip the front zipper of your crop top and then took a place on your inner thighs.

“What is it baby?”

“Please”

“Please what?” His fingers made light circles on your skin.

“Please help me Oppa.”

Jungkook’s movements haltered, ragged breaths escaping his lips. His mind went blank for a minute at your words, wondering why did he take so long to have his way with you.

“What did you just say Y/n?”

“I want you to help me Oppa, it hurts.” You moaned as his fingers traced your slit over your panties, the touch making you tremble.

“Yeah? Be a nice girl for Oppa and lay down baby.”

You obliged immediately and fell back on the bed, your legs spread open for Jungkook at the edge of the bed. Never in a million years did you think that you would find yourself in a situation like this. But with the drug and alcohol in your system, all you wanted was Jungkook to eat you out like there was no tomorrow.

His hands pushed up your skirt, causing it to bunch up at your waist. His fingers hooked in the sides on your underwear before pulling it down in a swift motion.

Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes, his dreams were finally coming true. You were laid out on the bed, a beautiful flush spreading across your chest. Your pussy was so pretty and pink, clenching around nothing, only because of him. He used a finger and moved it up and down your slit which resulted in you letting out a loud moan, your eyes screwing shut. He stood up from the floor and hovered over you, his fingers moving away causing you to open your eyes. He straddled you, making sure to not put all of his weight on you. His hands grabbed your crop top and pushed it upwards, causing your bare breasts to be revealed. He sucked in a breath at the sight, your tits looking more appetizing that any meal he had ever had.

“Look at you, you dirty girl, no bra huh?” He mumbled as his hands cupped your boobs, taking the nipple in between his fingertips and pinching it. You threw your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Jungkook” His name fell out from your mouth in a whimper as your eyes met his’s. His eyes darkened as he suddenly bent down and took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. His other hand kept toying with your left nipple as the only sound heard in the room were your moans. His fingertips trail across your stomach and go lower as his lips place soft kisses against your chest and move upwards towards neck.

He spreaded your arousal on your pussy lips with his index and middle finger as you arched into his hold and mewled, your mind blocked with too many sensations and pleasure.

You screamed as he plunged his fingers inside you without a warning, your knuckles turning white as you clasp the sheets in your hands, the need to hold something becoming stronger.

“So fucking tight baby girl, and so wet and warm. All ready for Oppa huh?”

In the next second, you felt Jungkook’s lips on yours. His lips molded with yours perfectly, tongue massaging against yours as his fingers maintained a steady rhythm. His other hand held the back of your head as the kiss became extremely hot and searing. You could feel him get hard against your thighs, so you moved your hand to palm him.

He pulled away and grabbed your hand that was trying to reach for his crotch and placed it beside your head.

“It’s about you baby.” His words make you more red than you already were, if that was possible. He smirked and bent down on the floor again, your pussy right in front of his eyes. He watched his finger go and in and out, the action almost mesmerizing to him. The squelching sounds of your pussy could be heard throughout the room as he latched his mouth to your clit, earning a loud cry from you. He moaned against you, the vibrations maximizing the pleasure that was coursing through your veins.

Your hands interlocked in his hair as you moaned out his name. Jungkook devoured you like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He pulled away for a second, “Tastes so sweet baby, just like you.”

You looked down at him through half lidded eyes and he smiled in return. Your right hand came up to play with your nipples as you whimper again, “Please make me cum Oppa.”

He growled as fingers gained speed, his mouth sucking on your clit again. Both of you never broke the eye contact as his fingers finally touched the spongy spot inside of you that made you choke on your breath, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes.

A wicked grin took over Jungkook’s lips, “There baby?”

You frantically nodded as Jungkook assualted that spot repeatedly with his fingers. Your fingers tightened in black locks as you pulled him up in a passionate kiss, your cries and whimpers dying in his mouth.

“Do you think Jin could make you feel like this jagi? Do you think he could fuck you this good with his fingers?”

His lips ghosted over yours as tears started streaming down your face.

“No, N-no Oppa”

He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers as you pulled away from the kiss, your breathing erratic.

“You’re gonna cum for me baby? Milk Oppa’s fingers huh?”

You stumbled upon your words as your body shuddered, an ear-splitting scream came out of your mouth. You vision went blank as you tuned out from the rest of the world for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm too much for you. Jungkook slowed down the movement of his fingers, helping you coax out of your orgasm. He cleaned up your juices with his tongue as you squirmed, too sensitive at the moment.

Jungkook took in your post orgasm beauty. Your hair was messy, hickeys littered over your chest, lips red and swollen, cheeks tear stained. He cooed at the sight, you looked heavenly.

You opened your eyes and saw Jungkook standing in front of you. His gaze met yours as he licked his fingers clean, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the action. His eyes were still dark, an evil glint in them.

“You’re mine jagi, and I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

He bent down and whispered in your ear, “The next time you do something like this, I will fuck you in front of everyone to show you that you belong to me and only me.”

You gulped.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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An All Hallow Queen’s night; AU! MONSTER Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all well I tried to get this done yesterday but some things came up and I just couldn’t but after putting you all through some haunting Hallowqueen fics throughout last month, I thought I might make it up with a more fluffier fic than my mini series turned out.

I hope that everyone had a good and safe Halloween last night and as we approach the 1 year anniversary of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody coming up in the next day or two (some in England or Europe might’ve already celebrated it, however in America we get some things a week later than ya’ll lucky ducks) anyways I hope that everyone had fun and if weatherwise it didn’t work out for anyone I hope you all still got candy and treats.

Now for this fic there is some haunting elements because this is an AU! Monster fic as you can tell and I first want to give credit where credit it due. Ever since seeing the beautiful Hallowqueen artwork that was done by @amedvleec in honor of the first ever Hallowqueen celebration (and I hope we have more of this in the Halloweens to come, cause this was honestly a LOT of fun for me, hbu?), I was inspired to try and write a fic based off your artwork and what you had made the guys in your drawing. It was hard to figure out where to take it but I finally came down to it. So I want to THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART AND I LOOK FORWARD TO SEE WHAT ELSE YOU COME UP WITH :)

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It was that time of year again, the time of year where kids can wear their costumes and run amuck. The time of year where houses are done up all horrifying and you can scare the living shit out of some people, yep I’m talking about Halloween. And this year was gonna be the best Halloween ever.

Especially since this year I was hosting the yearly Halloween party for Team Queen. The roadies, sound techs, and of course the band members themselves were all gonna come over to my place and we were gonna have ourselves a little ‘Spook-a-poloza’.

I was putting the final touches to the outside of the haunted ‘maze’ that would be down in my basement and my cousins were putting on the last touches of their costumes and makeup. Once the webbing looked good I stepped back and observed.

“Ohh yeah. Very terrifying.” It was then I heard a clank at my window, almost like someone had thrown a pebble at my window. I walked over towards the living room but I saw no one there. I shrugged it off and went over to check on my gummy ‘cockroaches and caterpillar’ Jell-O cups when I heard the clank at my window again.

At this point I was getting a little scared as I walked right up to the window and turned on the deck light. All was quiet when suddenly someone jumped out and literally scared the shit out of me. I then heard the familiar chuckles and laughter and there dressed in his normal concert all black attire with two black gloves both imprinted with diamond claws, and wearing cat ears on top was Freddie Mercury.

“Damn it Freddie!”

“Did I scare you darling?”

“What do you think you bastard.” He chuckled before heading over to my front door. I opened it up and allowed him in. He grinned and opened his arms out for a hug. I accepted his hug and allowed him inside. “So why so early Fred? Usually you’re the last one to arrive.”

“Well it’s Halloween, plus if it’s your party I’ll always be the first one to arrive. Especially if I get to spend more time with you.”

“Ohh I see, you were just trying to beat Deacy from coming over first.”

“Oh okay fuck it yes that’s the reason why.” He said bluntly to which I laughed.

“Well since you’re here, care to be my taste tester for my ‘cockroaches and caterpillars’?”

“If it’s anything your cooking darling, count me in.” I led him into the kitchen and allowed him to test out my Jell-O creepy crawlies. As he tried a caterpillar I heard the doorbell ring. “Okay get back to me with your answer when I get back. And don’t pig out on them like you did at the Christmas party.”

“No promises darling.” He said as I left the kitchen and went to the door to reveal some of the roadies. I welcomed them in and that’s when I heard a voice cry out.

“(Y/n)!” I turned and soon coming out of the car was Brian along with Roger. I smiled and waved to them. As they got closer I saw that Roger had added what appeared to be spider eyes in a triangle shape on his forehead and he had in fangs and from his fingertips to a couple inches past his wrists were painted black. He also had spider webs wrapped around his arms so I began to think he was a half human half spider creature.

White Brian was dressed in a poet’s shirt (chest exposed of course), black silk pants, and around his eyes was smoky black paint along with some raven feathers.

“Let me guess. Uhh…..Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘the Raven’.” I said pointing to Brian. “And…..a spider of some sorts?”

“A drider, but minimized without the legs. But yes. And how could you get Brian’s costume?”

“Because unlike you, (y/n) is well educated in English literature, unlike you uncultured swine.” Brian said as he came up and wrapped an arm around me.

“What can I say? I had a Poe phase my middle school year. Hey do you guys know when Deacy’s said to come over by?”

“He told us he’d be here my sunset. Wanted to ‘get into character’ as he said.” Roger said doing air quotes. “Why you ask?”

“Just wanted to know.” Truthfully Deacy had called me earlier this morning telling me that he needed to tell me something. But it was the tone in his voice that got me worried cause it wasn’t his usual cheery self that he usually uses around me.

“But until then, your second favorite it here.” Roger said as he came up and twirled me into his arms before wrapping me up in his arms.

“Yeah. He’s inside being my taste tester.” I teased. He gaped his mouth open before tickling my sides which made me shriek and squirm in his embrace.

“You take that back you little minx or the tickling continues.” He threatened. I kept squirming before I finally managed to get out of his arms and said.

“Rog you know I hate it when you do that!”

“Exactly why I did it. Now get back into these arms you cheeky thing.” I shrieked and raced back into the house with Roger chasing after me. I soon met up with Fred in the kitchen and immediately hid behind him then just before Roger could grab a hold of me, Freddie stood between us and he said.

“Hold it blondie! No one messes with my darling witch but me.”

“Sod off Fred this is personal.” Roger teased as he eyed me playfully. I stuck my tongue at him.

As the night grew darker there was still no sign of Deacy but most of everyone I had invited was now in my house. While I was getting some ‘blood red punch’ Peter came up to me and said.

“Someone at the door for you.” I walked my way through the crowd and opened the door but saw no one there. I raised my brow and stepped further outside. I looked around but still couldn’t see someone, that was until I felt two hands grip my shoulders and I squeaked and turned to see Deacy.

“Deacy!”

“Aww c’mon poppet you’re not already scared are you?”

“I’ve already been spooked by Freddie and my dick cousin Cody earlier today, at this rate I’m gonna have a heart attack at the tender age of 16.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m here then. You know that I’ll always protect you, right? I’m way more scarier than any monster or person that tries to do you harm.” I giggled softly and said.

“I doubt that.”

“Why not? I could only show you my loving side for a reason. But then again you always make me go soft for whatever reason.” He said as he leaned his forehead against mine, a common trait he and I did to show a sign of affection.

I got a better look at his vampire costume. Like Freddie, he wore the very outfit he wore last November at the Rainbow theater, the famed all black suit with white under shirt that exposed his chest. His long hair seemed more wilder than it usually was and he had on fake nails that resembled claws almost.

“Love the vampire look. Seems Fred isn’t the only one sporting his Live at the Rainbow attire.”

“He kinda suggested this outfit would make my vampire look more authentic.”

“Well I like it. Please come in, let’s get out of the cold.” He followed behind me and with that all the guests had arrived. I then got my microphone and had the DJ cut the music as I got everyone’s attention. “Alright if I could have everyone’s attention. Just for a second.” And of course most of the people ignored me.

“Oi listen up you fuckers!” Freddie’s voice cried out throughout my house. He turned back towards me and winked at me.

“Thanks Fred. Okay first I want to thank you all for coming to the 1975 Halloween party. Now I want to avert your attention to the cards you all were required to get the second you all walked through the door. This year’s party will also be centered around a Murder Mystery game. Based on the card you have received, you have been chosen to either be a villager, a police officer, a witch/warlock and finally the werewolf. Now the werewolf, police and villagers are very obvious characters, but if you have been given a witch or warlock card. You have the option for saving a victim or like the werewolf, you can create more werewolves.”

I could already see people getting intrigued, especially the guys. I smiled and continued.

“Now this game will go on for the rest of the night and whoever can guess who the main werewolf is by midnight is the winner. So as the party goes on, be sure to ask questions as your character. Any questions?” Brian raised his hand and I pointed to him.

“So if the villager is attacked by the werewolf, how long should it be for the villager to die?”

“I’d say give it 3-5 minutes. And werewolf don’t go overboard with the killings. Otherwise that’ll make you more obvious. And the way you attack is just tickle their palms for a brief second, but make sure it’s noticeable for your victim to get it.” Peter raised his hand next.

“When the villagers die, where do we go?”

“Excellent question. You have the option of becoming a wondering spirit. I’ve got some sheets prepared those that want in on the fun. You can wonder around but you can’t tell the name of the werewolf who killed you. Any more questions?” No one raised their hands. “No? Great, enjoy the party everyone and remember—be careful out there for this werewolf hunt begins…..now!” The party continued on.

The night went one and soon within 10 minutes, we heard the first scream and the first person to die was Johnathon, Roger’s roadie. And it was then the investigation began. I looked down at my card and saw that I was a witch. So I got into the mindset of my character and just lurked around debating on what to do.

It was then Deacy came up to me and said.

“Excuse me Miss. Just a quick question, you wouldn’t happen to know just who was behind the recent killing would you?”

“I may or may not officer. But you know I think I saw Brian looking a little suspicious. I did notice he was the last one to shake Johnny’s hand before he died.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I grinned as he walked away and I walked the opposite way.

The murder mystery continued on and so far most of the roadies and Peter ended up on the dead list. I looked around and that’s when Freddie came up to me and he said to me.

“Have you any idea who killed all those lovely dears?”

“I wish I knew Fred. I’m sorry about Peter.”

“Yes, I swear whoever killed him will pay for this barbaric betrayal.” We shook hands and that’s when I felt him tickle my palm. Ohh cheeky Freddie, very cheeky. I walked away from him and looked at the time to see that it was 9:25pm. Maybe I could make this even more interesting and maybe do an outside death scene.

I walked out of the backyard but kept the back door opened so that people could hear me over the music playing. I walked along the hay maze my cousins helped me set up when I heard the sound of rustling. I stopped and looked around.

“Whose there?” I asked. I didn’t see anyone else come out here, so either it was those damn squirrels or the neighbor’s dog again, then someone’s snuck onto my property. I grabbed the closest big stick I could find that still had a bunch of branches at the tip to make it look like a daggered stick. It was then coming around the corner was a man.

I quickly grabbed my torch and shone it on him and to my disgust I saw that it was Paul Prenter.

“What are you doing here Prenter?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the party.”

“Well there were two invitations I sent out. One to invite, and one not to invite. And I know I put you on the latter list.” I sneered at him.

“On the contrary love, I think I was put on the former list.” And I know this sounds crazy but I swear to god I thought I saw his eyes turn pure black as he grinned at me. “And I think it’s time I gave the hostess my profound gratitude.” He then lunged right at me as he roared an animalistic type roar.

Soon my screams could be heard from miles away. To one who could hear it, it sounded like I was literally getting murdered. I raced through the maze trying to escape from Paul.

*3rd Person POV*

From inside the house, only four people could hear the screams over the loud music. Freddie, Brian, John and Roger all met up with each other and Roger said.

“Was that (y/n)?”

“If it is, then that girl’s got a skill in acting.” Admitted Brian.

“No my darlings, I don’t think this is part of the game.” Freddie said wearily. Deacy sniffed the air and gasped before growling lowly exposing his fangs.

“What is it Deacy dear?”

“Prenter!” he hissed. At hearing his name the other three were in alert.

“That son of a—I’ll kill him I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” growled Roger.

“No Roger dear, leave him to me.” Freddie said as his demeanor changed from stoic to dark on a dime.

*My POV*

I kept running as Paul seemed to be getting closer and closer to me. I could hear his rabid snarling and maniacal, haunting laughter. As I ran a corner and tried to push on, I suddenly tripped and felt this sudden pain in my ankle. I cried out and turned to see Paul finally leap towards me. I ducked away but it was then I heard another snarl and soon hay just shot right over me as part of the wall exploded like a bomb going off.

I could hear what sounded like a tiger’s roar mixed in with either a lion’s or leopard’s low growling. Slowly I lifted my arms away from my head and just lay there in shock.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” It was then Deacy came in from behind me and he knelt down beside me. “Oh poppet, are you alright?”

“Paul—he…his….I….AHH!” I screamed as I felt Deacy take my left ankle into his hand.

“Well thankfully it’s not broken. Just a little sprained. C’mon let’s get you some ice and heal that up.” He picked me up bridal style and turned back the way he came but my eyes were just glued to the broken up wall in the maze.

Back inside up in my room, Deacy was bandaging up my ankle before taking one of my bathroom mini-towels and placing the bag of ice in it before finally placing it on my ankle. I hissed and he said.

“I know it hurts for a while, but it’ll help decrease the swelling.” I really wanted to say something about what happened in the maze, but I knew I would only sound crazy. “(Y/n), poppet are you sure you’re okay?” I look up at him and said.

“I—I probably watched the Exorcist one too many times. That—that didn’t happen, it couldn’t have happened.” I said in denial. But looking up at Deacy, he didn’t look at me with sympathy or like I was crazy. In fact he looked—understanding.

“Poppet, remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

“Yeah. But—what does this have to do with what just happened?!”

“I promise all will make sense, but first I want you to answer me this.” He sat down close beside me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and continued, “What exactly do you know about monsters?”

“What?”

“Please (y/n) just—just answer my questions.”

“Well they—they aren’t real. I mean that’s what my auntie always said to me when I was little. Deacy what’s going on? Why ask me about that?”

“I promise you everything will make sense. Now tell me; what do you know about vampires?” At this point I was growing not only impatient but more confused. Why was Deacy asking me these questions?

“Deacy please just tell me what’s going on!? I’m not only still shaken up by—well whatever the hell was going on with Prenter out in the maze but these questions aren’t making any sense!”

“Listen to me (y/n). I’m…..trying to ease you into this delicately. Hell we vowed to never tell you this but now—not only with what just happened but we finally came to an agreement that you deserved the truth.”

“The truth about what? Are—did you guys commit murder or something?”

“No, no nothing like that at all. But please just answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” He stroked my cheek softly. I looked up at him before sighing heavily.

“Well—my knowledge of vampires only limits to Dracula and other films regarding Vampires.”

“And what are those things?” he asked me.

“Well they—only come out at night.”

“Well truthfully it’s just no sunlight. Cloud days or stormy days they can come out.” Okay how the hell would he know that? “What else?”

“They uhh—drink blood. And they live forever.”

“Yes. And in a way they can, yes. Anything else you can think of?” I thought about it before saying.

“They have fangs? I don’t know! Deacy please enough questions what the hell is going on!?” I said panicked. He takes a deep breath in through his nose before exhaling and turning fully towards me.

“Okay poppet. I—I want you to look into my eyes.”

“Okay.” I said wearily.

“I mean really look into my eyes.” He emphasizes as he cups my face in both his hands and leaned in very close to me, so close that our noses kept brushing against one another. I kept my eyes on him and that’s when they changed from the bluish grey tone, to blood red.

At that point my heart just stopped and my body tensed up in fear.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“No, you’re not. And these aren’t special contact lenses either.” At that point I began to panic and it was then as Deacy took out the fake fangs, longer more realistic fangs grew out as he hissed and groaned. “Bloody hell my fangs have such bad timing.”

At this point like anyone should, I began stammering.

“Y-So—so y-you’re…..a-a-a real…..”

“Yes poppet. I’m a vampire. A real one.” And cue the panic and trying to get away. I tried to get off the bed but Deacy caught bot my wrists and tried to calm me down. “No, no please (y/n) don’t run. You’re going to damage your ankle even more. Don’t. Don’t it’s okay. Stop struggling. Please relax.”

“Let go of me! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!” I begged and pleaded as I kept thrashing around. Deacy kept hold of my wrists and kept trying to soothe me.

“(Y/n) please calm down. Relax. Shh, shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Look into my eyes.”

“No! You’re going to use that freaky mind control and make me your blood slave!”

“Okay you don’t have to look into my eyes but just—look at me. Look at me.” He cups my face again, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. “I’m still the same Deacy you know and love. Please love trust me.” I looked at him still in a panic but he kept looking at me with the same warmth and loving look he’s always given me. Even though now his eyes were red. “Breathe for me love.”

I took in a deep breath as he did the same.

“That’s it love. Let’s get your heartrate down. In for three, out for five.” We continued the breathing exercises until I was finally calm. “Good girl. That’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. Okay, getting a kiss from a vampire, never knew that would happen to me.

“So—all this time you’ve been…..”

“Yes.”

“And the guys….are—are they—vampires too?”

“Oh god no. You’ve seen our arguments and fights right?” I nodded. “It’d be—absolute hell if we were all vampires. No I’m the only vampire. But—the guys are also creatures of the night too.”

“What are they?”

“Well. Brian is a shapeshifter, but he mostly prefers to transform into a raven. Freddie is a familiar.”

“A what?”

“A familiar. They’re companions to a witch.” I thought about it and suddenly it clicked.

“So wait is—is Mary?”

“A witch? Yes. But don’t worry, she’s a good witch. A white witch, that means she only dabbles in light magic compared to what most witches are known for.” Okay so the few times I met Mary I’ve been talking to a real witch. “And roger is a drider.”

“A rider?”

“No love a drider. D.R.I.D.E.R. And—you may not like it when I tell you what that means.”

“I might as well know what it is so just tell me.”

“Basically you’ve got your half man half animals right. Like werewolves, mermaids, sirens, all that. Well a drider is a half man, half spider.” At that I shuddered.

“Spiders. Of all the things why did he have to be a spider.”

“Well, be thankful he’s not a naga.” He plainly suggested.

“I’m afraid to find out what that means.”

“Half person, half snake.”

“Oh fuck no! No, no, no, no!” he chuckled, even with the fangs, I could still see that sweet tooth gapped smile he’s always had. “So—monsters are real?”

“Yes. We’re all around. We can blend well with human society, but on All Hallows Eve, our true forms slowly come out till the stroke of midnight when our true forms take full shape.”

“So you—” I trailed off.

“I what? C’mon love don’t be shy. I know this is a lot to take in but don’t be afraid to ask me all the questions that are probably running through your mind.” He stroked my cheek gingerly with the back of his index finger.

“You’re—not going to eat me?” he let out a disbelieved chuckle.

“No. Well I mean…..”

“Deacy!” I whined fearfully.

“I’m kidding poppet. Of course not. I’ve told you time and time again, that I’d never let anyone hurt you. That also includes myself, come here.” He held his arms out to me. I looked at him cautiously but he assured me with those red eyes of his that he wasn’t going to try anything.

So I slowly leaned in and leaned against his shoulder like I always do whenever we hug. I felt his arms wrap around me and he rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Of course I would never eat you. And neither would the lads. We all care about you too much.”

“How long have you been like this?” He hummed and said.

“Wow, never thought I’d be asked that. It seems so long ago, I don’t know if you’ll like the answer. But—I’m around 537 years old, give or take.” I gaped at him. 537 years old? Holy shit! “Compared to the others I’m still the youngest. They’ve been around for millennia’s. Freddie of course is the oldest out of us. Then Bri and then Roger.”

“What else can vampires do?”

“Well, think of us as basically superhuman. We can lift things normal humans can’t. Our senses are sharper, and we can shapeshift our forms. Brian helped me gain control of that ability shortly after I met them roughly 196 years ago.”

“You’ve known them for that long?”

“Yes. Hard to believe isn’t it. Especially when we formed the band just recently. But I was living with them at the time as Queen was being formed.”

“But something doesn’t quite make sense. I thought vampires only drank blood, but I’ve seen you eat cheese of toast. And steak and shrimp. I thought vampires couldn’t eat human foods?”

“Well just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a human meal every now and then. While I can eat it, I can’t taste them as you humans taste things. The only thing I can taste is blood, but that doesn’t mean I have to live solely on blood. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Blame pretty much every vampire movie made.” He bopped my nose playfully and that’s when I grew nervous.

“What is it poppet?”

“Have—have you ever…..and I don’t mean this to be offensive but, answer me this. Honest and truthfully Deacy. Have you—ever bitten anyone?” he sighed heavily and said.

“I think what you’re asking is if I’ve killed anyone?” I looked down shamefully. ��What would you think of me if I did? How would you feel if I told you that I—stalk my prey? That when I feed, I drain every last ounce of life out of them?” I grew pale and pushed back from him. “Love don’t worry. I get my blood through a blood transfusion program. It puts less suspicion on us, and saves more of my kind. But I won’t lie there are vampires who freely kill wherever they go. That they see humans as no more than blood bank pets.”

“Do they—live here in London?”

“Afraid so. But like I said before, I’ll always protect you. So will Freddie, Brian and Roger. In fact I’ll let you in on a little secret, come closer.” I lean a bit closer to him but keep a good foot away from him. “Closer.” I lean closer and that’s when he meets me halfway and whispers in my ear. “Vampires are afraid of driders.”

“For real?”

“I’ll admit I was afraid of Roger myself when I first met him, but he—sorta grew on me as the century went by. So you’re well protected especially if Roger is by your side should a vampire try to do anything to you.”

“Guess I’ll need to apologize to him telling how Fred was my second favorite Queen member.”

“Nah let him believe he’s in last place.”

“You are so cruel!”

“They don’t call me the kind of the one liners for nothing.” He bragged. “And you know, I’m quite surprised you never figured it out at least with me. Why did you think I never let you in the loo whenever I was getting ready?”

“So wait, Vampires really don’t have a reflection in the mirrors?”

“That’s the one gag that’s actually 100% true. Due to the silver material mirrors contain, we can’t be shown. That’s why I ask you for final looks before I go on stage on how I look.”

“So all that stuff about garlic and wooden stakes?”

“Completely false. Garlic just smells bad so that means anyone can be killed by garlic just because of the smell, and a stake can’t even pierce through a plate of ribs all the way through, so how the hell is it supposed to kill us? You would need to do repeated stabs in order to even attempt to get to our dead hearts.”

“And staying in during the day?”

“That is true to a degree. It’s only sunlight we can’t stand. But if it’s a cloudy morning then we can survive. But nighttime is the preferred method because our eyes are so sensitive. Driders have the same effect we do when it comes to sunlight.”

“So that’s why Roger’s always wearing sunglasses inside and out.”

“Exactly. Clever girl.” He said as he gently ruffled my hair.

“Now I have to ask. What happened outside with Paul, he’s—is he a monster too?”

“The worst kind of monster there is. A demon. He’s been poking around near us as a way to gain human souls for hell. But you don’t have to worry about him anymore, Fred took care of him.”

“You—you mean that—thing was Freddie?” he nodded. “But he—he didn’t even look human.”

“Familiars in their true form look more like goblins. They have some knowledge of magic but not a lot. And they’re the only creatures that can actually kill demons.”

“And that’s what Freddie did?” I asked.

“Prenter had it coming when he decided to attack you. Especially on All Hallows Eve when our powers are most strong.” I leaned back against his shoulder and asked the million dollar question.

“How did you become a vampire?”

“Hmm, never did I think I would tell that story again. It’s pretty long.”

“Well I’m sure the guys probably sent everyone home so the party’s cancelled. I’ve got all night if you’d like.” He stroked through my hair and he explained.

“Well; long before I met Veronica. Centuries before she was born. I—had another love. To me—she was everything, but to her I was nothing but a pet. A blood bank that would sustain her.”

“Ohh Deacy.”

“I mean—I knew the signs that she was a vampire. Because back then people weren’t as skeptical as they are today. So just from the signs I knew who she was, but—I didn’t care. I loved her. Anyways, one day there was a fire. Our house was in full blaze. A beam fell from the roof and, went right through my chest. I still have the scar to this day, you can even see it today.” He pushed back the left side of his attire aside and there I finally saw the faint lining of a scar that looked like something had stabbed him. “I guess—in her final mercy. She fed me her blood. The next thing I knew, I woke up stronger, condemned, my senses were sharper.”

“And—what happened to her? Did you ever find her again?”

“No. She—disappeared. I never saw her again, even to this day I’ve never found her. Best bet is that she probably got herself into trouble and ended up getting killed by humans. So…..ever since then I’ve been completely alone. Till I met the other three, then Veronica. And finally you.” He softly grinned down at me before brushing my hair aside.

“Is—Is Veronica a vampire too?”

“No. She’s like you. A mortal.”

“Does she know? About you and the guys being….you know.”

“I told her last year. She—caught me in the midst of my transformation. I—I was so afraid she’d leave me and see me as a monster instead of who I was to her. But……god or whoever above bless her, she still accepted me for being what I am. And now we’re raising our own little family together. Sure it may seem wrong for humans and monsters to be together but I don’t give a fuck.”

“I was told that vampires couldn’t procreate, is that also a lie?”

“Yes. In fact—vampires are basically the reigning kings and queen of creating actual life.”

“So you’re quite prolific then, aren’t you?” he laughed and bowed his head shyly.

“Yes you could say that. And at only 537.” He stroked the back of my head and he said, “Are you still afraid of me? Of the guys?”

“Honestly. Not of you. But then again I’m still shaken up at the fact that everything my grandpa said before he and nan died about monsters not being real is a lie. And due to the fact that I was almost killed by a demon. It’s—all too much for me to try and process.”

“And that’s understandable love. Brian said straight up as soon as you got close to us when you became our assistant that we should tell you the truth as soon as possible. But Fred and Roger said we couldn’t do that to you. You were so young, we wanted you to keep that innocence for a little longer. Plus we—didn’t want to lose you because of what we are.”

“I get why you guys kept this from me. But knowing everything now, you guys maybe monsters in a literal, physical sense. That doesn’t mean you’re monsters in the figurative sense. But it—it’s still gonna take time for me to completely accept that the famed band Queen are creatures of the night.”

“Again, I understand. Just know that—even though we are monsters, we are still the same four boys you know and love. And we still love you just as much. We can still love and care just like humans can, we have flaws, we feel lonely. Sometimes even more than what you humans go through when it comes to loneliness. But all the same emotions humans go through, we go through them too.” I nodded and he smiled and hugged me close to him.

He nuzzled the top of my head before pressing a few kisses on top of it.

“How’s the ankle now?”

“Still a bit numb, but I think it’s just due to the ice. It doesn’t hurt as much as before.”

“Let me take a look at it.” He scooted downward and removed the rag from my foot and quietly observed it. He gently placed his hand over it and my cold skin mixed with his slightly cold hand, it sent shivers up my spine. “Well it’s coming along fine. We’ll just need to keep it propped up and iced and you should be able to walk again in the next few days.”

“Thanks Dr. Deacon.” He grinned before turning towards my clock.

“It’s nearing midnight.” I turned to my clock and saw that he was right. It was now 3 minutes till midnight. Damn where did the time go? “Shall the lads and I see ourselves out?”

“Well I mean, if you wanted to, you guys can stay here for the night. My cousins probably long went home by now so it’s just me in the house now.”

“Well I—we wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I love having you guys here. Plus I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight after what just happened with Paul.”

“No worries poppet. We can protect you.” He said as he stroked my cheek gingerly. There was a brief moment of silence before Deacy continued, “The guys are on their way up here.”

“Wait—how did…..”

“Telepathic connections love. Anyone that’s close to a vampire can be connected through a telepathic link between each other. So that means I can connect with the guys, Veronica, my children.” ‘And now you.’ I gasped as I suddenly heard his voice in my head.

He chuckled softly as he grinned and I heard his voice again say.

‘Can you hear me poppet?’

‘Yeah. I can hear you.’ I answered in my head. He touched my forehead with his and brought me closer to him when a voice spoke up.

“I see you just extended your telepathic bond with our beloved (y/n).” We looked up and there stood Bri, Rog and Freddie. Bri then spoke again, “How’s the ankle love?”

“Getting better.”

“So—Deacy told you everything huh?” Roger said as his eyes showed nothing but pure shame.

“Yeah. I know the truth about you guys. It’s—a lot to take in but….I think with time I can accept this.”

“And that’s all we can ask for darling. Just as long as you never change your mind about us. See that what we were doing around you was just for show wasn’t an act. That’s who we really are.” Freddie said as he came up to my other side and placed his chin on my lap.

“She’s allowed us to stay here for the night while our full transformation begins.” Deacy told the guys.

“Are you sure lovie? You—may not like what you see from some of us.”

“As long as you don’t destroy my house then I have no problems Rog. Besides sooner or later I’m gonna have to see your true selves. You all have already seen mine when I told you about my parents about to sell me in the black market for drug money had it not been for my grandpa.”

“She’s right Roger dear. It’s only fair.” Freddie said as he sat up and rubbed my back comfortingly. It was then my grandmother’s mini Victorian ‘grandfather clock’ chimed away signaling that midnight had arrived.

Fred and Deacy both got off my bed and it was then the boys began to morph. Deacy’s hair grew longer almost down to his mid back, his fingers grew longer and his nails more sharper to a point. Brian grew about a foot taller and his skin changed from that slight tan color to a greyish tone, his eyes went from hazel blue to purple.

But the biggest change came from both Fred and Roger. Roger’s lower half began to stick together as now 6 spider legs started spurting out. A spider body began to consume his lower half and the three eyes that stood on his forehead finally began to come alive as they moved around till they locked right onto me. And Freddie—well his entire human feature almost disappeared as his legs disappeared into the tentacle like tail that I saw earlier in the maze. His fingers grew longer and longer, and his head morphed almost into an alien shape like bulb.

His eyes went from brown to an amber-like orange, but what was almost haunting was the fact there was this black, magic smoke surrounding him, as well as moths that fluttered around him as he stood there. Another thing I began to notice was that in this form, he had no mouth.

At the last chime from my clock, the guys stood there in their full forms right before my very eyes.

“(Y/n), you—okay?” I’ll admit I’m stunned to see them like this, hell there’s still a part of me that wants to flee for the hills (and I hate to admit it that it was mostly because of Fred and Rog at this point. Out of the four of them, they take the prize for being the most horrifying to look at).

“I—”

‘If it help darling.’ In this form Freddie’s voice was more like a haunting whisper of the wind. ‘I can change into my other form.’ Other form? Oh god what would that look like. Then almost at the snap of a finger, a black cat stood in Freddie’s place.

He was pure black much like his hair was in his human disguise, and he had the orange eyes. He was pretty lean in his cat form and he meowed as he came up towards my bed. I smiled as he hopped up gracefully onto my bed and walked up towards me. He meowed again before making a trilling sort of meow as a motorboat purr came out of him as he nuzzled me.

I picked him up and held him close to me as he licked his lips.

“I guess I can see why you and Mary have so many cats back home. Can you speak to them?” he meowed before nuzzling my cheek and even licked it. I went ahead and took that as a yes.

“He says yes, and they keep him company most of the time.” Explained Deacy.

“So you guys can understand him in cat form?” I asked as I scratched under Freddie’s chin.

“Yes. Soon in time you’ll be able to understand him too.” Stated Brian.

“Dick move Fred, you know that I can’t turn into a cuddly cat or animal to ease (y/n) into this.” At that point I heard Freddie growl. Now I didn’t need to understand familiar tongue to know a growl like that.

“Hey now don’t be ugly Freddie.” I warned him as I adjusted him in my arms. He then squirmed a bit wanting me to set him so I obliged and he rubbed up against my leg before plopping down against it, exposing his tummy. “Okay you’re forgiven.” I then rubbed his stomach like a dog and I heard his purrs grow louder. I think it’s clear to me that he’s the only cat that ever likes belly rubs and scratches.

“Are there—anymore questions that are on your mind about us?” asked Brian.

“I think I’ve been filled enough for one night. I’m still trying to process Deacy’s backstory but in time I’ll ask about you three later.”

“Understandable lovie. We’re sorry again that we never told you in the 3 years you’ve known us. We just……”

“I know Rog. Deacy explained it to me. And to be honest if I were in your shoes I’d probably do the same thing. But…..” I trailed off sadly.

“What is it love? C’mon tell us.” Deacy said as he came up to me and placed his hand on top of my shoulder and gave it a soothing rub with his thumb. I took a deep breath and sighed.

“Are the three of you immortal as well?” At hearing my question Brian answered.

“Yes. We’ve been around for millennia’s.”

“So—that means you four will have to watch me grow old, wither and then die.” At hearing that, the four of them grew solemn that was until Deacy spoke.

“Well love, there—there is one way. But it requires the greatest sacrifice.” I turned to him and at that point Freddie took his leave and morphed back into his true form. “One night during the Sheer Heart attack tour, we all sat down after you went to bed. And we talked about this matter very deeply. Out of all our years of living, you have been the one that made us feel what it meant to be—human. You’ve given us so much that—that we can’t bear to watch you slowly wither and parish with time.”

“You’ve always been there for us. Taught us that it was okay to not be okay.” Brian added.

“To not let the growing media put you in a spotlight that is not true.” Added Roger.

‘That it’s okay to have flaws and insecurities. That you don’t always have to be perfect to everyone.’ Freddie added.

“So—the question I have for you is this.” He took both my hands in his, he looked deeply into my eyes and said the four most dangerous, most trusting words that a vampire can say to anyone. “Let me turn you.”

At hearing those four words, my heart stopped and I stared at him in shock.

“I know it’s unfair for me to ask that of you. We’d be asking you to give up everything you’ve ever known. Leave the remaining family you have and having his curse upon you. But there’s no other way.”

“Isn’t there some magic spell that Mary can use?”

‘Magic can be used to increase a witch’s life force but putting a mortal. A pure mortal like you under one, could have serious consequences. I would not risk it even if Mary were to find a spell to do just that.’ Freddie said. I nodded and thought long and hard about it.

“Will—will it hurt?” There was silence in the room till Deacy asked.

“Is that a yes?” Before I could reply, he cupped both sides of my face and said in a serious tone. “I need you to be 100% certain that your answer is yes. Because if it is, there’s no going back. And there are no do-overs. Once you are turned, that’s it. Now I’ll ask again. Will you let me turn you?” I kept silent as I thought about this long and hard.

Yeah I mean I would leave my cousins behind but we hardly ever saw each other since they are legally adults and have their own lives. I just call them whenever I need help with something or they help keep the mortgage on my grandparent’s mansion since I couldn’t afford it yet.

Plus I don’t want to die while the boys kept on living. I wouldn’t dream of putting them through that grief after all we’ve been through together, what we could go through together. So I gave Deacy my answer.

“Yes.” He exhaled nervously before suddenly embracing me. At first I thought he was going to bite me right then and there, but all he did was stroke down my hair and rock me from side to side.

“I promise love, I’ll teach you everything I know. I can officially be your ‘brother’. I won’t let you fall off the wagon. I’ll take care of you I promise.” Wow I mean I knew Deacy was sensitive but never did I think this much. I actually kinda liked it. At least I knew I wouldn’t be abandoned like he was when he was turned.

A little bit of time passed by and Bri and Fred left the room leaving Roger, Deacy and I in my bedroom.

“So—how exactly is this going to work?” I asked.

“Well there are many ways that a turning can happen, but it all has to come to one common denominator. The turnee has to be at the brink of death.” Deacy explained. Why didn’t that surprise me? “And since I wouldn’t dream of doing something like shooting or stabbing you, I think it’d be more humane to go the traditional way.” I nodded but didn’t say a word. “(Y/n), something’s on your mind love. Tell me.”

“I—I don’t know I just…..”

“Do you regret saying yes?”

“No it’s not that Deacy it’s just…..”

“Just what?”

“What if—what if something goes wrong? Like you find my blood so tasty that you can’t stop. That you just forget about turning me and just kill me right here on my bed.”

“That’s why I’m here lovie.” Roger said as he stepped towards me. He placed his black-clawed hand on my other shoulder and he continued, “As I’m sure he probably told you. Vampires fear nothing except for one creature. Driders. If for whatever reason Deacy’s primal instincts take over, one stern word from me and he’ll immediately back off. Because throughout history our venom is so potent, that it has the ability to kill other immortal creatures, including vampires.”

“Especially since his species of drider is the most dangerous and the kings and queens of all. Roger is a black widow drider.” I turned towards Rog and he merely shrugged.

“I don’t like to brag.”

“Oh please every year you like to show off the famed red hourglass you’ve got.” Deacy rolled his eyes.

“Watch it bat boy just remember who you’re talking to.”

“Okay guys, guys, guys. Human female in the room remember?” They ceased their arguing and Roger apologized. Deacy brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear and he said.

“I’ll try my best to not go overboard. I’ll only drain just enough to where you can still drink my blood. And like Roger said, he’ll be here in case anything does go sideways. But I promise I’ll try to control myself.” He kissed my forehead and had me lay down on my bed. He hovered over me and he asked me. “Are you ready?” I swallowed hard and exhaled a nervous breath.

“Yes.” He stroked my cheek and whispered in my ear.

“Just relax love. It’ll feel like getting a shot, then some numbness. I’ve got you poppet.” I felt his nose go from my cheek down to my neck. He stopped at the middle section of my neck where probably my veins were more noticeable. “I can hear your heartbeat, and I can smell it too. Relax love. It’ll be more painful the more tense you are.” It was then I felt Roger’s hands take my right one and he gave it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m giving you permission to squeeze my hand as tight as you want to. If you feel afraid or any pain, you can squeeze my hand. You won’t hurt me.” I nodded briefly. I felt Deacy place a kiss on my neck before I felt his fangs graze against my skin.

Then just like getting a shot at the doctor’s (however unlike a little needle, these were two hypodermic fangs) I felt a prick at my neck. I gasped and squeezed Roger’s hand.

“It’s okay lovie. Just look at me, look at nothing but me.” He cupped the side of my face and stroked my left cheek so that I wouldn’t look at Deacy. “Just focus on me lovie. I can share with you some drum solos I’ve had in mind for the Christmas concert we’re scheduled to do.”

I hummed and as he spoke, I felt myself getting lightheaded. Roger was going in and out of focus and my mouth was now gaping out. I felt numb and tired and that’s when I heard Roger say.

“Deacy stop. She’s ready.” But I heard an animalistic growl coming from Deacy. It sounded much like a lion’s growl, maybe even a bear I don’t know. My vision was growing black and I heard Roger snarl. “Deacon enough! You’re going to kill her!” At that point I heard what sounded like a lion mixed with a snake’s hiss as Deacy jumped back from me and I saw the blurry figure of Roger standing over me. “ENOUGH!!!”

I then felt light, faint strokes around my head and Roger’s muffled voice said.

“(Y/n), lovie can you hear me?” I faintly groaned and that’s when Deacy came back into my blurry vision and I heard him say.

“Oh god love I—I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to go overboard I….”

“Just quickly give her your blood before she passes out.” Roger told him. It was then I saw Deacy bite into his wrist and I felt it touch my lips.

“Here love, drink.” I placed my lips over it and at first gagged at the taste of his blood. It was like licking 1000 pennies all at once. “I know love, I know it tastes bad but it’ll pass. Please love you have to drink or else you’ll die.” He cups me behind my head and much like a baby, places his wrist back to my mouth and I slowly began drinking his blood.

It tasted revolting at first but like he said, it soon turned out to be the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Kinda like—my favorite milkshake at Kenny’s ice cream parlor. I don’t know what came over me but I found myself gripping Deacy’s forearm and greedily drank his blood.

“Now, now, not so fast love. Easy. Easy poppet.” He cooed as I let him stroke my hair. I kept drinking and drinking until I had my fill. I separated from his wrist and exhaled. “You messy little thing.” He cooed as I felt a wet rag wipe away my probably bloody mouth and chin.

“D-De….”

“Shhhh, just rest now.” He whispered. Suddenly feeling exhausted I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.

*3rd Person POV*

As John looked down at her, he couldn’t believe he almost ended her life. Even though he’s had human blood thousands of times from the blood transfer program the hospitals do with vampires, it had been centuries since he got it from the actual source.

It was like—he had been taken over by centuries of natural instincts and he just needed to keep drinking from her. But thankfully Roger was there to stop him. He would’ve never forgiven himself had he killed her.

“Thank you Roger.” He nodded.

“Just don’t scare me like that again. I was literally seeing the life drain from her eyes. Don’t ever put me in the position again.” The two rhythm players of Queen looked down at the young newborn vampire about to be born.

“You can leave now Roger. I’ll stay with her.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I know what it’s like to not have the one who turned you leave you. I don’t want to damage her psyche like that. I am her brother now. And she deserves to see me when she first awakens.” Roger nodded but before he left, he stroked (y/n)’s hair and nuzzled her head before giving her a soft kiss to her forehead.

Once Roger left the room, Deacy lay down close beside her and held her close to him. He allowed her head to rest on his chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around her. Rubbing her back and stroking through her hair, he knew touch was crucial to her at this point.

About an hour and a half later, she began to stir and the first thing she felt were back rubs and scalp massages. She moaned and curled deeper into Deacy’s chest.

“Morning sister.” She looked up and as he looked into her eyes, her normal (e/c) eyes were now blood red. Her nails were more pointed but not as long as Deacy’s were.

“De-Deacy?”

“Yes sister mine. It’s me. How do you feel?”

“Needy. Why do I feel needy brother dear?”

“Because sister mine, much like newborn human babies, newborn vampires need to have the skin to skin contact with the one that turned them. Unlike the wench that turned me, I won’t abandon you.” She buried her face into his neck and buried her hand into his suit and stroked around his shoulder and even went down his chest to touch the scar he had shown her earlier.

Deacy did the same thing as he nuzzled her head like a lion nuzzling their pride mate and tucked his hand under her shirt so that his hand was now touching her bare back, rubbing soothing circles.

“That’s it poppet. Just cuddle against me. It’ll all be okay. I’m here, I’m here.” He whispered as he continued to bury his face into her hair.

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asterinjapan · 5 years

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A whole Latte (window) shopping

Good evening from a rainy Tokyo! And no apologies for that awful pun in the title, haha.

Yeah, so uhm, two new tropical storms have formed… One has already dwindled down to a low pressure system, bringing in a ton of rain tonight into tomorrow over areas that have already had plenty of rani last week. The second is a typhoon right now and will probably tun into a low pressure area as well when it approaches late this week. The already battered parts of Japan really can’t catch a break, yikes.

For me, it’s just a mild inconvenience. Tokyo will get rain, and pretty much all my side trips are falling through as they’re in dangerous areas due to risk of landslides and what not, but I can definitely keep myself otherwise entertained. I can only hope that these storms blow over without too much additional damage.

Anyway! I finally managed to wear myself out today, haha, and that despite just sticking to the city I’m staying in. Climbing mountains is easy, but (window) shopping does me in!

Follow me below for my report of today, consisting of Shibuya revisited, hopping over to Harajuku and Akihabara and ending with dinner with a certain bright yellow mascot. Pictures will be up tomorrow morning!

First things first, I had a train ticket to secure for a trip that will happen no matter what: the ride to the airport on the 28th. The Narita Express doesn’t often go through Ikebukuro, but it does at a convenient time for me for once on the 28th, so I wanted to get a seat on that train, haha. Sure, I have to get up early, but I can throw my luggage into the luggage corner, take a seat, and only get up once I’m at the airport. I’ve nearly always had to transfer after the Yamanote line, which is not a lot of fun when you have heavy bags with you. So! I made my way to the JR East travel office, since the normal ticket office apparently can’t reserve seats on the Narita Express for you, and secured my seat. I also asked about trains further out, and got confirmed what I was already suspecting: dangerous, cancelled lines, etcetera. Well, I’m not gonna risk it. Too bad about my JR pass, but it’s given me my free seat in the Narita Express, and the shorter trips throughout Tokyo secretly add up a lot too if you don’t have a free pass. It has long since paid itself off!

Well, I had gotten a relatively early start today, so I went to Shibuya again at a calm pace. It was only a little after ten, so the crossing was pretty empty compared to yesterday, haha. I first hopped over to the Disney store to secure my ticket for Disneyland. Hey, it’s tradition by now! There was only one person in front of me instead of a long line (going on a Monday morning really helps), so that was quickly arranged. After some shop browsing, I traced my way to my Miyamasu Mitake shrine (I’m getting possessive over it by now, haha). And behold, the shop was open! I could finally hand in my omamori, protective charm, which I’d gotten almost 2 years ago (you’re supposed to hand it back in after a year). I immediately got a new one, of course. Still white, because I think the other ones were more specific, and ‘general luck’ has worked fine so far I’d say!

I had a light and early lunch at a nearby café and then went back to the station to go one stop further on the Yamanote line: Harajuku. I usually go to the fancy Omotesando street or the Meiji shrine, but today, I went into Takeshita street. That’s what you think of when you hear Harajuku, I guess, haha, sinc this street is lined with a ton of fashion stores and all kinds of food. There’s one stall that’s gotten pretty well known for its huge rainbow colored candy floss, which are indeed a sight to behold (but I held off for now, I needed to be hungry for dinner). My main mission here was finding a coat, but I got immensely sidetracked by super cute clothing everywhere. No coats that fit my criteria, but I sure had fun window shopping and I’m seriously considering a couple of outfits. Not the very fancy frilly gorgeous dresses, though. I mean, they are amazingly gorgeous and not as outrageously expensive as you might think (not cheap by all means, but I’ve seen more expensive clothes in my little home town) but still… I don’t think I’d dare to wear them? Also, those would definitely mean I have to buy a second suitcase, haha.

Once I went back and forth through Takeshita street, I went back to the station for my next stop on the Yamanote line: Akihabara station, also known as nerd central I guess, haha. Truth is, in earlier years I didn’t really like Akihabara. As it turns out, it really depends on what shops you visit. I know a couple now that mostly cater towards my interests, but there are also a lot of shops here that cater to a male audience, if you catch my drift. But now, I had a lot of fun window shopping and making a mental list of what’s available. I accidentally bought a couple of figurines last year and that’s definitely a trap, now I keep looking, haha.

It was cooling down, so I fled into the station for my final stop for today: Tokyo station. I was going to head to the café I had my reservation for, but it was like an hour and a half in advance, so I first strolled through the underground Tokyo Station city. There is a street called character street which has a lot of specialized merchandise stores, and I always struggle to find it, but today I just – walked right into it as I was looking for my exit for the café, haha. This time, I ended up buying a couple of clearfiles, and then I slowly made my way to the Yaesu North exit.

A short walk later, I was at my destination: the Pokémon DX store with adjacent Pokémon café! You can only get into the café for a meal if you have reservations. I found out in the nick of time that you only need a credit card if you want to pre-order exclusive goods, so I managed to make a reservation for today a week or so before I hopped onto my plane. I was still too early, so I did a lot of browsing in this Pokémon store. I’ve visited quite some Pokémon stores by now, but this one takes the cake. It’s roomy, big, interactive, and has a ton of products I haven’t seen anywhere else yet. Do you want a Pokémon plushie? You can literally get one for every single Pokémon from the first 2 generations, so like – 251. I was strong and steered clear of plushies today, but I did have a wishlist now, haha. There is also a long wall that shows the development of the games throughout the years, that was so fun and nostalgic to watch!

At long last, I got to enter the café! I was seated at the long table in the center, right next to the statue of Pikachu, and got to order my dishes through the tablet on table, which had multiple language options. Of course, I opted for the limited time Pikachu Halloween plate, and I also got a latte with Pokémon art on it. You can pick from the first 251 Pokémon, but I went with Eevee. I was going to get an Eevee mug separately, because I thought you could only order it with the hot cocoa, but it turns out you can get it with the latte too if you have the Eevee art, haha. So I got a receipt for my order plus mug and settled in to eat. But there was a surprise: Chef Pikachu came out to meet everyone! Japan sure loves its mascot characters, so you bet they have tons of Pikachu suit characters. (Heck, there’s a whole parade of them in Yokohama in summer.) Pikachu made his rounds to shake hands with everyone and seemed rather taken by the small Pikachu I had brought with me and remembered to put on my shoulder in the nick of time, haha.

The plate was actually pretty good! I mean, not haute cuisine, and you can definitely get more extravagant meals for this price elsewhere, but hey, will it be shaped like Pikachu with a witch hat? I think not. Don’t go to character cafés if you want quality food, but do go if you want to take in the atmosphere and enjoy the way the food looks. Japan is all about presentation.

I had a good time here, although I was too full for dessert, so I ordered a float drink instead inspired by the legendary bird Pokémon Articuno. It was a fizzy drink that was a tad too sweet for my taste, but hey, it came with a free coaster! For every drink, you get a coaster. You can pick a random card on a tablet, and that card determines which coaster you get. Since it’s Halloween season, you could also pick the official Halloween 2019 Pikachu coaster, which I had done for the latte. For the random pick, I got Espeon! Nice.

You can spend at most 90 minutes at the café before your time is up, so after my last photos, I made my way to the register to pay for my food, a set of clear files, and of course my new Eevee mug, which they promptly wrapped up nicely for me, so I can’t show a picture of it yet, haha. I then wandered into the store to grab some goods I had gotten my eye on (not all for me! I do souvenirs for others too!), and finally made it out again. Sadly, it had started to drizzle, so I walked to the station fast and made way to Ikebukuro.

So now here I am! Tomorrow is a holiday since it’s the enthronement of the Emperor, but they postponed the procession until November due to typhoon Hagibis (and I bet they don’t regret that decision now, what with the current weather). It doesn’t sound like there’s a lot to see for us mere mortals. Although I suppose this means I’m physically closer to my country’s king and queen than I’ve ever consciously been back home, as they’re attending the ceremony tomorrow, haha. Ah well.

With the weather forecast, I think I’ll go over to Ueno Park to visit the National Museum of Nature and Science, since I’ve been throwing that one longing looks since 2010, but never let myself visit before. And after that, I’ll see – maybe some karaoke? I’ll hold off on more shopping for now as Wednesday will be busy (Disney!), and then I’ll just see what the weather will do and what my safe options are, because I’m not gonna take unnecessary risks.

It’s getting late here, so I’ll upload the pictures tomorrow morning. Good night for now!

#japan 2019 #report #report: japan 2019

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fallforcs · 6 years

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Sugar Rush

Art by: @nicole-nikla

Author: @athenascarlet

Summary: Emma Swan loves making ice cream – as long as her daily deliveries avoid Killian Jones and his cupcakes as much as possible. She doubts this is going to be the season for her to change her mind about the infuriatingly attractive and frustratingly talented owner of The Jolly Cupcake. But as the leaves change in the fall, is it possible her feelings could also morph into something else?

Rating: T

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“Emma! Delivery is ready!”

Emma wiped her ice creamed hands on her apron and headed to the back of the store where Ingrid was standing in their kitchen, filling up a cooler with gallons of ice cream. She pulled off the apron and hung it on a nearby hook.

“How did the batches turn out?”

“Amazing, as usual,” Ingrid told her. “I really think your apple cider ice cream will be a hit.”

“I hope so,” she replied. “As long as we don’t get apples from the mayor’s tree, we’ll be fine.”

Ingrid gave her a teasing smile. “You act like they’re poisoned.”

Emma shrugged. “They might be. You never know.”

She was sure they probably weren’t, but the mayor was definitely more sour than sweet so she wasn’t about to test her theory.

Emma threw on her red leather coat and grabbed the cooler from the counter. “Granny’s first, right?”

“Yep! Tell her I said hi!”

Emma nodded and headed out the front door of Any Given Sundae to Granny’s Diner. She always loved walking down Storybrooke’s Main St. at this time of year. After two years here, she finally could call it home, which was something that still caught her off guard at times.

When she was younger, Ingrid had been her foster mother, caring for her as a teenager. But as with most teenagers, Emma had a problem with authority and ran away from Ingrid’s home. She went out on her own, eventually tracking down bail jumpers to make ends meet. It was fine until one in particular busted her arm. She still got her bounty but decided it may be a good time to try something different, and since she was so good at finding people, she decided to find Ingrid.

Her former foster mother had moved to a small town in Maine and opened a store specializing in homemade ice cream made on site. At first, she seemed surprised to see Emma, but quickly gave her a smile and a hug. The next thing Emma knew she was whipping up cream and sugar and whatever else Ingrid had decided to try for customers.

The store sold ice cream staples: chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream. But it was really known for its more unusual or fun flavors, which brought people in from all over Maine. They were one of the first stores in the state to make cake batter ice cream from scratch, and Emma’s frozen hot chocolate ice cream was a favorite. She often encouraged customers to add a little shake of cinnamon from their toppings bar.

This month, Ingrid had encouraged Emma to come up with some good fall flavors. She whipped up the perfect batches of pumpkin spice ice cream and candied pecan ice cream. She also found some amazing apples at the local orchard and used them to create an amazing apple cider ice cream. It was just like drinking the real thing.

“This is the best one you’ve ever made,” Ingrid said when Emma finally let her try the recipe.

They quickly sold out of the first few batches, including a few gallons that Granny ordered for the diner.

Granny was one of their best customers, always putting in an order for gallons of vanilla ice cream to go along with her pies. The unique flavors were also a hit with customers who got a scoop included as part of the dinner special.

Emma’s feet crunched on the dry leaves in Granny’s courtyard, which made her smile. She swung the door open and walked in, taking a quick look at what the miners sitting at the counter were eating for lunch. Lots of lasagna, a few grilled cheeses, and Leroy’s heaping bowl of orange sherbert. He was definitely their best customer.

She headed back to the kitchen window where Granny was placing orders with the kitchen staff.

“Thank God you’re here,” she told Emma. “We just ran out of vanilla. I thought a cupcake/ice cream combo would be a hit, but it was way too popular at lunch today.”

Emma gave her a perplexed look. “What kind of combo?” she asked.

“Delicious cupcakes with ice cream, Swan! In fact, I’m here to drop off a new batch myself.”

Emma scowled. She recognized that voice and was not surprised when she turned to see its owner leaning against the counter with a smug grin on his face next to Granny’s cake plate stocked full of cupcakes.

Killian Jones.

She had no idea why the cupcake store owner insisted on wearing all black. It seemed so impractical for a cake maker who was constantly around flour and sugar, but he made it look effortless. Emma was always picking sugar out of her hair or cleaning spilled cream off her clothes. His clothes were immaculate and made her mouth water.

She would never tell him that second part. Because honestly, everyone knew that man was gorgeous. But not everyone recognized the feud there was between Any Given Sundae and The Jolly Cupcake. Hell, even Ingrid thought Emma’s belief that The Jolly Cupcake was a rival was overblown.

“Sweet treats can co-exist in this town,” Ingrid once told her. “I don’t know why you have such a grudge against one of them.”

Because one of them was run by an infuriating man. He was gorgeous and successful and, dammit, his cupcakes were amazing. His flavors were special and perfectly balanced between the cake and the icing. It was annoying.

He was annoying.

Emma gave the smiling baker a once over and sighed. “Jones.”

“What did you bring with you today, Swan?” He swaggered over and pushed into her personal space. “I do hope it’s deletable.”

Emma just rolled her eyes. “Of course, it is. I made it.” Her eyes darted over to the cake plate on the counter. “What about you?”

“Delightful as always,” he said with a wicked smile. “Would you like to try a maple brown sugar cupcake? Or perhaps a dark chocolate one with cinnamon icing? I hear it’s a favorite of yours.”

Emma’s mouth was watering from the cupcakes and Killian’s voice was heating up other parts of her body. Dammit, why did a rival who pressed her buttons have to be so delicious as he did it?

“They sound fine.”

Emma grabbed the empty cooler sitting in the pick-up window from the kitchen and started to head out.

“I thought we were sharing, lass?” Killian asked as she walked by. “What new concoction did you whip up?”

“Ice cream,” she yelled back.

“Sounds tasty! I can’t wait to lick it up!”

Emma was thankful to hear the door close behind her as she pushed her way into the chilled fall day outside. She needed a little air to cool off after that meeting with Killian.

Of course, she was going to go back to Granny’s and try that chocolate cupcake with cinnamon icing. What kind of person wouldn’t want that? But there was no way in hell she was ever going to tell Killian she did it. Just like there was no way she was ever going to tell him about her taste tests of several other flavors she quietly snuck out of Granny’s Diner over the past few months. It would be better to not inflate his ego anymore than it already was.

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Apparently, today was not Emma’s day. As soon as she got back to the store, Ingrid sent her out on another ice cream run, this time to Hansel and Gretel’s candy shop. She had no problem with the brother-and-sister duo, probably because neither of them was as infuriatingly attractive as Killian Jones.

Which is why she was so frustrated when she ran into him – literally – as she was leaving the candy shop.

“Careful with the cupcakes, Swan. You wouldn’t want to smash my treats.” He leaned in and gave her a wicked grin. “Or perhaps you would.”

Emma rolled her eyes. Infuriating.

(Also, she wouldn’t mind smashing his treats. Also, that made her frustrated. Again.)

But there was one place where she could really throw him off his game: The Rabbit Hole.

Emma smiled as the bar’s owner, Liam Jones, poured his creamy concoction into two glasses, adding straws to both of them.

“OK, let me know what you think of that,” he said as he grabbed his own off the bar.

It only took a few sips before Emma moaned in delight. “This is amazing, Liam.”

“Hey!”

Emma smiled. Once again, she recognized the voice. “Hey, Killian. What’s up?”

He put down a large white baker’s box on the bar and pulled the bar stool out from right next to her. “Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, Swan. What are you doing here?”

“Just drinking.”

Her lips curled dramatically around the straw again and she took another drink. She could tell it had the effect she wanted on Killian. His eyes trailed down to her mouth, his jaw did that thing where he flexed it whenever he was tense. She could play this game all night.

“Here, try this, brother.”

Liam put a glass down in front of Killian and poured some more of his experiment into it. Killian gave the glass an odd look and then did as he was told, his long lashes fluttering shut as he drank.

“Bloody hell,” he finally said. “What is that?”

“An apple pie. It’s apple cider ice cream from Any Given Sundae mixed with vanilla vodka. It’s great, right?”

Killian’s ecstacy turned into a scowl as he looked at Emma. “Are you turning my brother against me now?”

She just shrugged. “I saw a business opportunity.”

She leaned over and drank more, keeping her eyes focused on Killian as his did that thing where they lingered on her lips again. Was this really what their relationship had come to? Trading jabs over ice cream cocktails at a bar?

And yet, after the day Emma had, she didn’t mind it. She liked teasing him like this. In fact, she liked alot of things about him. She liked the way he responded to her teasing. She liked the way he smiled at her comebacks. She was definitely impressed with how he looked in that black outfit of his, no matter how infuriating it was that he could keep it so clean.

Killian finally cleared his throat to gain some composure. “Well, if you want to talk business, Swan.”

He gave her one his trademark eyebrow raises and reached over to the box next to him. He lifted the lid just high enough for Emma to see all the cupcakes inside. They all looked amazing. Killian’s decorating skills were ridiculous. Then he set a dark cupcake down in front of her.

“Winter ale cupcake with a stout frosting. Tell me what you think.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

He seemed undeterred, giving her a warm smile in return. “Go ahead, and be brutally honest. I know you won’t hold back.”

“And not to sway you one way or another,” Liam said. “But we sold out of yesterday’s batch in an hour.”

She looked at the bartender, who simply smiled and grabbed the box of cupcakes off the bar and took them to the back. Emma turned to the cupcake, pulling the wrapper down to expose the moist cake inside. It looked amazing – fluffy and light with just the right amount of frosting. Some cupcake makers added too much frosting, but Killian had a knack for getting the right balance. Dammit again, it was so annoying that he was so good at this. And he opened the shop only six months ago! Crazy prodigy baker always dressed in black.

She stared at the cupcake a bit longer and then finally took a bite. Damn, it was good. Great flavors that weren’t overwhelming. The frosting and cake complimenting each other so well. If she wasn’t being watched, she would’ve quickly stuffed the rest of it in her mouth at once.

But she was being watched. She couldn’t see his eyes – she was still staring at the cupcake. But she could feel his glare. He was anticipating her response. Because for as much as they teased each other, as much as they were at odds – whether true or exaggerated – there was a mutual respect between them when it came to their crafts. Emma could give him some snarky comment in response, or she could just tell the truth.

She looked up to see him staring at her in anticipation. She couldn’t tease him about these.

“This is amazing.”

His face broke out into a huge smile. “Be honest, Swan. Do you really like them?”

She rolled her eyes. “It pains me to say it, but I honestly do.”

“Better or worse than the chocolate with the cinnamon frosting?”

“Couldn’t tell you. Never had one of those.”

She took another bite, the cake and frosting melting together in her mouth.

“That’s a lie,” Killian teased. “Granny said you bought half a dozen from her.”

Emma stopped eating as she stared at the man next to her. She loved Granny dearly, but that woman sold her out and told Killian her secret. And yes, she had in fact bought out all of Granny’s inventory of the chocolate cupcakes with cinnamon frosting. They were delicious. So what?

“Emma, you’ve got some frosting…”

His voice trailed off as he motioned on his face to a spot near his lips. She swiped at the spot, but it only caused Killian to laugh at her more.

“Hold on, let me help.”

“This is your fault,” she said. “You put too much frosting on this one.”

He didn’t have to say anything. The disbelieving look on his face said it all.

“OK, fine. It had the right amount of frosting.”

“Thank you,” he said as he reached for her. “And for the record, your apple cider ice cream is mind blowing.”

She could only stare at him. Mind blowing? He thought her ice cream was mind blowing? Wow. That was… quite the compliment from the cupcake king.

He swiped at the frosting on her face, his fingers warm against her cheek. “There,” he said quietly.

But instead of pulling away, his hand pulled her closer, his breath against her face. Then he kissed her. It was warm and gentle and sweet. So sweet. The buttercream frosting from the cupcake mixed with the apple cider ice cream on his lips. It was like kissing a heaven full of fall flavors.

He pulled away slightly, an awkward smile teasing at the corners of his lips. “Sorry, lass. I don’t know what came over me.”

She shook her head, trying to clear out the fog that seemed to have settled over her brain. “Um, it’s OK. It’s fine. Well, more than fine. It was, uh… Well, this cupcake is pretty magical or whatever I guess.”

The tension in Killian’s shoulders disappeared, his swagger back but with a genuine warmth in his smile.

“I’m glad you like it.” He leaned over and took another drink from his apple pie cocktail. “This, by the way, is bloody amazing.”

“Do you like it?” she asked. “It was actually Liam’s idea. He came into our shop after he had some of our ice cream at Granny’s.”

“Liam has a knack for finding new flavors for the bar.”

Emma looked down at her half eaten cupcake and smiled. Maybe Liam wasn’t the only one who could try new flavors. Maybe it was time for Emma to try something new, starting with Killian Jones.

She turned to Killian and smiled. “So were the winter ale cupcakes Liam’s idea?”

“Of course,” he replied in a dejected tone. “And he hasn’t let me forget it.”

Killian started talking about Liam’s ideas for spiked egg nog cupcakes for Christmas and Irish Creme cupcakes for St. Patrick’s Day. He talked about the bad batches he still made on occasion that would crumble instead of stick together. Emma suggested maybe using the broken cupcakes in a vanilla base for a new ice cream flavor. Then she talked about the latest cake batter flavors they were trying for the ice cream with Killian giving her tips on different ways to mix the ingredients she was using.

And sometime after midnight, he walked her out to her car and kissed her again, and his lips were just as sweet as before.

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