#handsome sad snake boi

[vxntagedior]

heyy love, i dont know if you are taking requests rn but if you do can you maybe do a ajax x fem reader where they are together and during the poe cup game the reader is distracting him from getting his teams flag so her team can take their own one.

tysm and i hope you could understand this <33

distractions, distractions

summary | using your relationship with ajax, you're able to distract his attention during the poe cup

pairing | ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warning | fluff, ajax is down bad for reader

word count | 1.0k

“I can’t do that to him.” You looked over at Enid, distraught. “I know we want to win but I can’t do that to Jax.”

“Y/n, please.” Enid whined, snaking your shoulders, “This is our year and I don't want those jokers getting in our way.”

You turned towards their boat, seeing Ajax and the rest of them getting the final touches ready for the race. Just before you turned back, you saw that Ajax was now looking your way, “you're going down.” He mouthed towards you. 

“You know what,” You smirked, turning back to Enid, “I’ll do it, I think they need a few pegs knocked down. 

Enid was now practically screaming for joy, pulling you down towards the docks and into the boats. Getting into positions, you were at the head of the boat. Turning you saw Bianca and Divina already looking at you. Though the three of you were friends, it didn’t matter for the next hour because you needed to win. Turning your head to the other side, looking over at Ajax’s boat who was already looking at you. 

Giving him a small smile, and blowing him a kiss, hoping to send him off his game before turning your attention back to the water. 

Hearing the gun shoot into the air, the four boats were off. The four of you were making a good pace, knowing if you started off faster, you’d start to slow towards the end. 

“Excuse me ladies!” You turned to your right seeing Xavier smirking, pushing themselves into your boat, turning you off the course. Grumbling under your breath, you picked up your pace. Getting caught with an ax over your boat, you all started to continue to row, hearing Wednesday to tell Thing to flip the switch on the neat under the boat. 

Passing the Gold Bugs, you gave a little wave to Divina and Bianca finally making it to Raven’s Island. You and Wednesday were the two that were tasked to get the boat while Enid and Maria were to watch over the boat. 

“C’mon Wednesday.” You yelled, hiding by one of the trees to catch Ajax. Nodding her head, you watched Wednesday continue through the trail, hearing two voices coming towards you. 

“We’re gonna win it this year?” You heard Ajax hear, finally stepping out from the woods.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, love?” You smirked, staring down at him. Xavier just laughed, muttering something along the lines “you’re on your own” before running back towards the boat. 

“You look so handsome.” You smoothed down the collars of his costume, “And the jester makeup looks so good.”

You could already tell you were getting to him, seeing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped down, his breath wavering. 

“Y/n.” He whined, “I can’t do this right now.”

“You’re just gonna leave me here?” You faked a frown, “I thought you wanted to see me?”

Ajax could never leave you sad, his eyes widening as he started to rapidly shake his head. “No, no of course not.” He was conflicted, Ajax loved you with his whole heart and hated it when you were upset (not knowing you were faking it) but it was a competition and knew how much Xavier wanted to win. 

Taking him out of his find, feeling you wrap your arms around him, you just hugged him tightly. Tucking his head in your neck, you smirked seeing Wednesday running back your way, she was able to run past the two of you without Ajax seeing her. 

Parting ways, you just adjusted his wrap around his head, before running off back to the boats. 

“Sorry Jax!” He heard you yell. Cursing himself, Ajax ran back to the boat, seeing how they were the only ones still on the island. Xavier was pissed along with the two other boys, who know had to haul themselves back to Nevermore. 

“You are terrible Y/n.” You heard the monotone voice of Wednesday say, “It suits you.”

You took what she said as a compliment, turning around to see Ajax coming closer towards you, you were surprised that they were able to make it far without sinking. 

“Hey, hey, what’s going on.” Bingo. 

“I just thought to myself, WWWD, what would Wednesday do?” Enid said happily, knowing it was just the Black Cats and the Gold Bugs left. Seeing the finish line so close, you didn’t feel bad anymore about Ajax, knowing your final show would take the Gold Bugs out. 

Rowing closer and closer to their boat, Wednesday flipped the second switch, the daggers coming out of the bed. But as they were to puncture their boat, you felt your own boat being sent back. Looking down in the water, you saw Kent pushing you away. Trying to paddle against him, you heard a small splash in the water, seeing a hand coming towards Kent. 

“Good work, Thing.” You smile, the four rowing back to the Gold Bugs.

Watching Bianca’s face as you ruined the boat, made it feel good to know that you all won. Dismounting the boat onto the dock, you quickly tied it to the post before running with your team towards the finish line. The four of you jumped together with the flag in your hand.

Going back towards Nevermore, the entire student body stood in the Quad listening to Weems present you all with the trophy. Cheering with your friends, you looked out to the crowd, seeing Ajax smiling and clapping for you. 

Yoko demanded that you all had a party in Ophelia for the win. It wasn’t hard to sneak out after curfew and you knew Weems would make the exception for the one night. The common room of Ophelia was packed with students from all the halls, the music loud, everyone dancing and drinking. You saw Enid practically gripping the trophy with all her strength. 

“Congratulations.” You turned to see Ajax standing behind you, “Though we should have won.”

“Really?” You smirked, “because if I remember correctly, you guys couldn’t even make it halfway back.”

You were teasing him at his point, knowing why. “All is fair in love and war.”

“I’ll get you next time.” He swore, a playful glint in his eye.

“Of course, Jax, I’ll be looking forward to it, but can we dance now.”

Ajax just laughed softly, shaking his head, but obliging. Kissing you before pulling you towards all your friends. 

fin.

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 104... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

This chapter was SO MUCH FUN!! 😆 I really liked it...!! 😁👍

I had good time reading Mission 104, so let's talk about it, shall we? 😄

So, when I first opened the chapter and saw Damian...:

...I got really excited!! 😁 I was thinking that maybe Damian was gonna be thinking about the whole "Anya can read minds" thing, but then I quickly realized that we're probably not gonna get into any of that until the kids go back to Eden...! So instead, I started to wonder what kind of shenanigans Damian and his crew might get into, and after seeing that a student got a Stella for discovering some ancient pottery long ago in a book at the library, of course Damian, Ewen and Emile were gonna go for it!!! 😆

Also, Jeeves (who is still very handsome) and the butlers of Ewen and Emile tag along as well on this adventure to most definitely keep an eye on the boys and to make sure that they don't get hurt (like Jeeves hitting a snake with an acorn...!! 👌😎):

DAMN JEEVES, YOU GOT SKILLS!!! 😆

After that encounter with the snake, Damain says that because there are snakes and bugs everywhere in this place, that's why didn't want to go here in the first place...! So, Emile suggests that maybe they should just go home, but Damian refuses because...:

Oh Damian... 😓

After that, Jeeves decides that it's time to take a break to have some food, so him and the other butlers make a delicious meal for the boys before heading back out...!! 😋 Now that they've had some food, it's time resume the expedition, but none of the clues seem to be helping, so Damian tries put himself into the king of antiquity's shoes and...:

DAMIAN LOOKIN' LIKE HE JUST WENT SUPER SAIYAN...!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

But, it didn't last for long because...:

Don't worry Damian, I would also freak out if a spider THAT SIZE landed on me too...!! 👌😌

And though Jeeves knocked the spider off of Damian, he continues to freak out until he falls over and sees THIS:

IT'S AN AWESOME LOOKING GIANT FLOWER...!! 🤩

But... It turns out that this giant flower has already been discovered, and Damian is unamused by this fact because he can't get a Stella for it, so Damian, Emile and Ewen call it a day a head home in their THREE FREAKING SEPARATE HELICOPTERS!!! 😵 (Look, I know these kids are from rich families, but I find it both hilarious and insane that they all didn't just take a single helicopter there...!! 🤣😵 Just sayin'...!! 😌)

While in the helicopter, Jeeves brings up to Damian that it seems that he always doesn't want to go home, and Damian freaks out about it and tells Jeeves that worries about the weirdest stuff...! 😌 Jeeves then offers to call Melinda to cook for Damian again like how she did in the flashback in Mission 76 (though she didn't eat with Damian, which still makes me both sad and mad...!! 😤) Then Jeeves brings up showing Demetrius the picture of the flower they saw today, and what Damian said got me...:

"When DON'T my brother's eyes look like they're bulging out of their sockets?" 😭 WHY WAS DEMETRIUS CURSED TO HAVE HIS FATHER'S EYES!? 😵 THAT POOR BOY...!!! 😩

In all seriousness, that line makes me even more extra worried about what exactly might be going with Demetrius, but besides that Damian warns Jeeves not to say anything weird to his mom, then Jeeves asks like what, and Damian says:

And then, the chapter ends!! 🤭

And that was Mission 104, a nice fun little chapter with Damian and his friends...!! 😆 Though I am a little worried about Jeeves telling Melinda about Damian's dance with Anya, I doubt Damian mentioned to Jeeves about the whole Anya can read minds part because probably still doesn't believe it as of right now...! Well, we'll just have to wait and see what happens when the kids to return Eden Academy...!! 👌😌

Anyway, I think that's pretty much all that I wanted to say on this chapter, so until the next Mission; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! 😁 (Also, I was trying to finish writing this review a lot sooner, but I was having a really bad headache this morning when I got up to read this week's chapter... 😩 It still hurts a little, but I powered through it...!! 👍) Anyway, LATERS!! 👋😊

[niki-phoria]

Annyeong my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do a ni-ki x male imagine where he has a secret boyfriend that is one year older than him (they have been dating even before he left for Korea so maybe when ni-ki was 13 years old male reader started courting him even if it's long distance and have made it official after he debuted) members does not know, cause he was scared to come out to them.

One day the members heard him someone calling "Love" and started teasing about who was that mystery "girl". Ni-ki couldn't handle it and accidentally blurted out it was a boy, ni-ki was shocked and immediately started crying because he was scared but the members comforted him and supported him.

And the members met ni-ki's boyfriend (they felt betrayed as a joke that ni-ki didn't told him he has a handsome boyfriend which ended up with them getting hit on the head)

JUST FLUFF CAUSE NI-KI LOOKS SO CUTE THESE DAYS LIKE WTFFFF

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

includes: childhood friends to lovers, reader cries, mentions of niki being scared to come out, think i like full fics more than reactions, i'm really proud of this one ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

“excuse me,” a soft voice says, interrupting you from your thoughts. you look up from your notes to see a young boy around your age standing in front of your desk. his hands remain stiffly pressed against his sides - likely from nerves.

his pristine uniform fits him perfectly. his neatly brushed black fringe covers most of his forehead. his hands feel clammy as he points to the seat beside you. “do you mind if i sit here? i’m a new student and they told me to just pick a seat.”

“not at all,” you smile, shifting slightly to make room for him. the boy sets his black bag down on the ground beside you as he slides into the chair. “what’s your name?”

“nishimura riki,” he says.

“i’m l/n,” you smile. “it’s nice to meet you, nishimura.”

“you too,” he nervously nods. 

“y/n!” you startle as niki begins running towards you. he tightly wraps his arms around your neck before all but tackling you into a hug, nearly knocking you both to the ground. you laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you both stumble before you finally find your balance once again. 

“what’s going on?”

“i was accepted.”

you freeze, staring into niki’s eyes as the information processes in your head. when it finally does, you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him once again. “congratulations!” you cheer. niki smiles brightly as he jumps around with you. his face flushes slightly as overwhelming praise leaves your lips. “i’m so proud of you, niki!”

“thank you,” he bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the ground. 

“which company did you pick?”

niki hums in contemplation for a second before he answers. “i think i want to join belift lab. they seem like they have a lot of great opportunities. but…” 

you cock your head in confusion, silently reaching out to intertwine your fingers together. you reassuringly squeeze his hand in your own before he continues. “...but?”

he sighs. “i have to move to korea.”

“niki,” you say. he looks up at you, nervously awaiting your reaction. “i think you should go. this is your dream! you’ve worked so hard for this,” you pause, softly smiling at him. “this is an incredible opportunity. you should take it.”

“you think so?” he asks. 

“of course.”

people bustle in the airport around you as you stand in front of the security line. you reach up to brush niki’s bangs back into place. your gaze falls down to the luggage beside his feet once again as a familiar mix of sadness and excitement tugs at you. niki reaches up, tilting your face slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’ll call you,” he says. “and we can text everyday, okay? i won’t forget about you. i promise.”

you smile at him. “you better not, nishimura,” you tease. 

niki chuckles softly. his hand moves up to cup your cheek to gently stroking his thumb against your skin. your gaze falls to his plump lips, watching as he nervously tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “niki,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning in. he follows your lead until your noses are nearly touching. you can just barely feel each breath he takes. “can i kiss you?”

his breath hitches. a light blush spreads up his cheeks. his wide eyes stare into yours for a second before he nods. 

your movements are slow as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his. elation spreads throughout your entire body when niki tugs you even closer. your bodies mold together perfectly as you pour all of your love into the kiss.

you’re nearly panting by the time you both pull away. you stifle a laugh at the blush on his cheeks. “i’m gonna miss you, ki,” you whisper, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes. niki leans in to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his grip around you tightens even more. 

“i’ll miss you more, y/n.” you pull him even closer to you, closing your eyes. you let warmth surround you as you cling to him for just a little longer. 

you make your way through the swarm of people to your designated seat, tucking a niki sign between your arm. your view of the stage is partially blocked by a variety of heavy camera equipment and wires tangling over each other along the edge. 

you anxiously fidget with your fingers as you patiently await the start of the performance. the cheers from the audience are nearly overwhelming as the lights dim down before the screens surrounding the stage come to life. 

they transition for a few seconds in a flurry of red and black before people begin to shuffle onto the stage. your breath hitches when the lights raise again, finally illuminating the group. enhypen. niki.

your gaze remains fixated on him throughout the entire performance. his fringe has been dyed blonde. he wears a white blazer complete with a black trim and an accent on the side. you smile brightly up at him, joining the audience in cheering for the group as they effortlessly dance around the stage. 

you can see niki’s eyes widen when he finally notices you. your smile grows as you wave up at him from the darkness. he flashes a small smile in your direction in return before finishing the performance with a newfound confidence.

“hello?” niki asks when he answers the call; his voice is raspy as it plays through your phone speakers. 

“sorry honey,” you chuckle. “did i wake you?”

“i don’t mind,” he says. you can hear his blankets shuffling as he sits up before yawning softly. “how was your day?”

“it was good.” giddiness seeps into each word as it leaves your lips. you smile to yourself as you continuously reread the email as if the words will rearrange themselves when you blink. congratulations! your application to kyung hee university has been accepted. “i have some good news.“

“yeah?” niki smiles. “what is it?”

“a few months ago i started applying to universities in korea,” you begin. you can nearly picture niki sitting up straight, holding his breath in anticipation as you continue. “...and i just got news that i’ve been accepted to kyung hee university!” 

“really?” niki asks. “you’re serious?”

“i’m serious,” you laugh. “i’m booking a plane ticket right now.”

“y/n,” he breathlessly whispers. “i can’t wait to see you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, ki,” you smile so brightly that your cheeks nearly hurt. “i’ll see you soon. i promise.”

“i just landed in seoul,” you say, glancing out of the plane window, watching as workers slowly begin to transfer the luggage from underneath the plane to be sent to baggage claim. “i’ll call you when i get to my hotel.”

“okay,” niki smiles, fiddling with the sleeves of one of the hoodies you had sent him. the comforting feeling of the fabric nearly swallows him entirely, calming his nerves as he anxiously awaits your arrival. “i’ll see you soon, love.”

“love?” heeseung repeats teasingly. niki startles at his sudden presence, turning to see the members slowly joining him in the living room. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

“i don’t,” niki shrugs. 

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows. “so you’re calling your not-girlfriend love?”

“i told you, i don’t have a girlfriend,” niki repeats. 

“come on, you can tell us.” jake reaches over to playfully nudge him. “who’s the lucky girl?”

“boy,” niki finally corrects. he nervously plays with his fingers; his gaze falls to the floor as silence momentarily falls across the room. “i call my boyfriend love.”

“what’s his name?” jungwon asks.

niki’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. “what?”

“your boyfriend. what’s his name?”

“y/n.” 

“do you have any pictures?” jay asks, leaning over niki’s shoulder. 

“i wanna see the boy making our maknae so happy,” jake agrees. 

he reaches over to grab his phone, switching it on before quickly swiping to find one of his favourite pictures of you. you’re both standing in shinjuku gyoen park in front of the cherry blossom trees. you’re looking into the camera, brightly smiling as niki leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. your hair is slightly disheveled from the breeze that had been blowing that day. the setting sun in the background cast a golden glow on both of you. 

niki passes his phone around, anxiously watching each one of his friend’s reactions as they each get to see the picture of you. “wow,” sunghoon says. “he’s handsome.”

niki blushes, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he playfully swats at sunghoon. “shut up,” he mumbles.

“can we meet him sometime?” heeseung asks. “you guys are cute together.”

“he just arrived in seoul,” niki says. “i can ask if he wants to come to the dorm instead of going to his hotel.”

“that’s fine,” he nods. 

“jungwon,” jay calls as he stands up. “come help me with dinner. we might have a guest.”

you anxiously play with your fingers as you let out a nervous sigh before carefully raising your hand up to knock on the door. you pull the sleeves of niki’s hoodie down to hide your shaky hands. 

the door swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. “niki,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

he’s quick to reciprocate the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. he hides his face into the crook of your neck to pepper a million little kisses against any of your exposed skin. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“i missed you too, ki,” you smile. 

niki steps back just enough to pull you down into a sweet kiss. you smile against his lips, relishing in the feeling that you had been deprived of for so many months. 

“i love you,” he breathlessly whispers when you finally pull away. 

“i love you too,” you smile, leaning in to peck his lips once again. “now, are you gonna invite me in?”

sunoo smiles to himself at the sight of you and niki curled up on the couch together as he quietly steps through the living room to turn the tv off. his arms wrap comfortably around your waist, your head tucked on top of his chin. your legs tangle together; your bodies completely intertwined in the confined space. 

soft snores occasionally escape both of you as you curl further against each other. even in your completely relaxed state, your hands never leave niki’s. 

“they’re cute together, aren’t they?” jake whispers.

sunoo startles slightly before he nods. “i’m glad they found each other.”

“me too.”

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Snakes Whisper

you are here! - ch. ii

A/N: I decided to revise and repost this. I wanted to fix it up. I met a lot of people who were sad that it vanished.

tags: Jamil Viper x fem!reader, aged up au (they are both 18+), hypnotism, no smut wc: 4.1k+

You laid in bed scrolling mindlessly through your phone in the darkness of your bedroom. Grim had been shipped away with Ace and Deuce for a ‘Boys Trip’. That was just code for he was starting to get on your nerves and you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you got your favorite two dummies to watch him for the weekend while you enjoyed some alone time. And with them owing you so many favors after saving their asses so many times? They had no choice but to do as you asked. 

You made it through your MagiCam feed seeing Vil trash a shady makeup brand, a video of Lilia skateboarding extremely well for a man his age, Cater and Trey wrapping rubber bands around a large watermelon, all the way down to Kalim posing on his flying carpet with a charming grin. He was midair, white locks tousled by the wind as he winked at the camera with the bright blue sky and cottony clouds as his backdrop. Most of the people in his comments were girls telling him how handsome he was. And then there was Jamil at the very top of the comment section. In fact, his comment was pinned by Kalim.  ‘Stop being so stupid and get down.’

You couldn’t help but snort at the response and rolled your eyes. You could practically hear Jamil’s voice echoing in your brain from how often you heard him nag his Housewarden. You decided to like his comment and respond as well. 

‘Be nice!’ There was a reason so many girls and even guys fawned over Kalim Al-Asim. Not just because of his bottomless wallet, but because he didn’t scowl all the time. Because he was fun and lovable to be around. Jamil was the polar opposite. Cold and unapproachable, always scowling and scolding. “Maybe if he was more like Kalim…” You muttered and your eyes widened as you caught yourself. Jamil acting cheerful and friendly like Kalim? Scarabia would be coated in a full inch of snow before that happened.

You pondered a moment before curiosity struck you. What does Jamil’s MagiCam account even look like? You never attempted to look or seek out his posts. The only way you even knew about him having an account was because Kalim tagged him in almost everything. You hesitated with your finger hovering over Jamil’s username. It’s not stalking. It’s a public MagiCam account. With a soft inhale, you mustered up the courage to proceed with eyeballing the Vice Housewarden. There weren’t many photos, but you feasted your eyes on the few there were. A lot of them were taken by Kalim or had been set by a timer. 

One of the posts was of Jamil doing a handstand in a red tank top, his hardened stomach exposed with the shine of sweat as he gave a sharp toothed smile to the camera. A video of him showing how he braided his golden charms into his hair. Slim, charcoal gray eyes were watching the camera with such intensity you would’ve thought he was staring at you directly. A collection of photos that Kalim had taken of Jamil during basketball practice and the final home game of the season. His back faced away from the camera as he lifted his jersey to get air flowing through the garment, exposing his toned body and strong back again, more sweat causing his golden brown skin to shine. A photo of him shooting a three point shot during a game against the Royal Swords Academy, his long ponytail was pinned into a bun, and the one after was Ace jumping onto him as they cheered. Jamil succeeded. The final photo in the collection was him and Floyd standing next to each other, the Leech twin had lifted Jamil’s jersey to show off his sweat slicken stomach with a large bruise forming right above his belly button while the shorter student flexed an arm with a tight, pained smile. The caption simply said: ‘Ouch!’ 

Kalim was in the comments to clarify what happened in the final photo as you were as curious as the hundreds of others. ‘One of the guys on the other team elbowed Jamil pretty hard, but that didn’t stop him!! He’s so much cooler when he does something he enjoys!!’

Your heart fluttered through your chest as you continued the task of scrolling through Jamil’s account for more content. You couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face as you studied how he looked mid laugh, how he poked out his tongue when he was focusing. How his body language looked when he was relaxed. How handsome his side profile looked in his off guard photos. You stopped scrolling as your heart skipped a beat in realization: Were you crushing on Jamil? Jamil Viper, who played the role of Kalim’s stressed out babysitter? Jamil who has the powerful ability to hypnotize and control you if he so chooses at any given point in time? 

It must be his unique spell in effect. Yeah, he casted it on his MagiCam page to make you feel like this. There’s no way you could like him. Sure you spoke here and there, but there was never any romantic chemistry between you. 

Sitting beside him in class with your elbows brushing as he shared his collected notes with you, the faint coconut and warm vanilla scent of his hair surrounding you and filling your senses as he leaned in. How he would gently scold you while marking what you got wrong during a study session between, but he would then explain it a different way each time until you understood. The way your skin was electrified when you came over to help for a dinner party, and his large hands would gently grip your waist and inch you aside so he could get around you, his long hair tickled your skin when he whispered a soft ‘excuse me’ into your ear.

Zero chemistry. 

You went back to digging through his account, biting the smile off of your face and rolling onto your side. You just want to get to know him a little better since he was such a reserved person outside of Kalim. A photo of Jamil chewing the top of a straw flat with Kalim sitting beside him in a booth,  two long red straws up his nose as he made a strange face. A video of Jamil dancing with Kalim to a popular idol song challenge, you caught yourself only watching Jamil instead of the pair together before swiping away out of embarrassment.

The next one left your mouth hanging open as you stared. It was Jamil taking a timed selfie with his arms crossed over his chest, his tongue stretched out of his mouth to show off… It’s very, very impressive length and very sharp canine teeth. By eyeballing along you guessed it was about four- No. Five inches long. Much longer than any tongue you’ve seen before. The most fantastical part of the image was that it had been split in half. The rouge colored muscle flexed and twisted into a coil shape. 

You lingered a little too long as your eyes then studied his sharp gaze, confident and if you held your phone up just right it was like he was looking down at you. Right at the bottom you could see the tops of his knees, his legs parted to show his relaxed body language. 

Like a king ready to command his servant. 

You felt your face start to grow warm as you started chewing on your lower lip, eyes widening larger than dinner plates as you read the caption. ‘Is it long enough for you?’ It was as if you could hear Jamil growling it into your ear with a smirk on his face, his hands would be on your hips when he said it, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together. Was he intending to take the photo in such a way? It was his most popular post and you couldn’t help but scroll through some of his many comments. 

‘Oh wow…’ ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ ‘We must stay focused…’ ‘I heard split tongues feel like two people instead of one.’

At least you weren’t alone. But you were scared to let Jamil know you were digging through his MagiCam account. So, you opted to look closer at the photo and its many details to burn the image and the power it held over you into your memory until the day you died. You knew you would never see Jamil posing in such a way ever again. Stretching his warm, wet tongue out for you to dream about whenever you wanted. The way his eyes looked down on you as if to remind you of your place beneath him. A harsh reminder that a girl like you would never have the luxury of seeing exactly what the split muscle was capable of doing to, and for you. Feeling the sticky sweat slicked skin of his against your bare body as he forced his tongue down your throat, tangling with yours and you would be left gasping for air. His strong hips rolling against yours and you would struggle to keep up with his rhythm. The warm and inviting smell of vanilla and coconut from his long silky hair, tickling your skin like lips peppering you in cheeky kisses. His deep voice rasping in your ear, whispering and moaning things you could only dream about. His sharp eyes would be silently judging your every sound and movement and he would punish you the moment he dictated that you weren’t up to standard.

You liked the photo.

You weren’t sure what carnal desire overtook you in that moment as you finally snapped your opened mouth shut. Now there's a rolling tide of bashfulness washing over you. Why like this picture? Why not like any of the much more tame ones? Your eyes fell half lidded as the warmth between your legs became way more intense, and you were alone in the dorm for the night. You shyly slipped a hand between your legs and rubbed over the developing wet patch in your panties with a flushed face. You wanted to get off to the picture Jamil. Badly. But before you could get any more intimate with the photo on your screen, a notification appeared in your inbox. Your eyes were now filled with shock, your hand frozen in place. 

It was from Jamil. 

You felt your heart sink into your stomach and you developed a conspiracy that maybe he saw that you liked his picture and was waiting for a chance to talk with you. He was able to see all the fleeting fantasies you just had about him and his long tongue and was getting ready to scold you the moment you opened his message. To tell you how filthy and slutty you were for getting turned on by an innocent photo of him. How you were a lonely pervert who would hop into his lap if he commanded you to, with or without his unique magic. Or maybe he just wants to talk to you just because he noticed you were awake. 

You hesitated to open the message as you pulled your hand away. Whatever pent up desires you wanted to silently enact in the darkness of your bedroom would have to wait. Instead you braced yourself for whatever the message may be. Your shoulders shrugged as your eyes scanned over the little gray text bubble. Your heart fluttered once more and the warmth quickly returned. 

[Jamil]: This is strange to ask. But can I come over?  [Jamil]: Now?

You stared at the message with your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head. Jamil wants to come over? Right now? You shot up in bed tearing your gaze away from your phone to instead  look yourself over in alarm. It was 9:35 at night. But whatever it was could be important, especially since the request is coming from Jamil. You responded quickly as you swung your legs to slide over the edge of the bed.

[~]: Of course! It’s just me here. I’m watching a movie. What’s up?

You offered a casual white lie and tugged at the fabric of the oversized school shirt you wore. You sniffed at the fabric with knit brows. Your eyes never left the phone screen as you sucked air through your teeth. You needed to change, after a quick shower. 

[Jamil]: Grim isn’t there with you?

You read the message and felt your heart rate pick up, your stomach twisted and curled into anxiously excited knots. Grim isn’t here. Jamil is coming over. It’s dark out. It’s getting late. You were scrambling around the room in search of a more appropriate set of pjs. Black velvet shorts and a white tight fitting short sleeve shirt to go with it. Not that you didn’t like wearing an oversized shirt with a mysterious stain on the collar. But that was while you were alone or around Grim and the ghosts passing by. It wasn’t for an unplanned male company who was capable of hypnotizing you with a single selfie.

[~]: Nope! I sent him to hang out with Ace and Deuce for the weekend!

[Jamil]: Must be nice to ship him away, I might do the same with Kalim. I want to talk with you. I’ll be there soon. It won’t take long.

A small scream left your mouth as you sent a thumbs up emoji in response. You felt giddy as you grabbed your best smelling soaps and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You brushed your tongue and teeth as you lathered yourself in suds, thinking of what it could be that he was coming over to talk about? Maybe he’ll profess his burning love for you? As if. You washed your hair next, scrubbing at your scalp as your eyes were trained on the digital screen of your phone. He would be here soon, and who knows if he borrowed the magic carpet? 

The thought sent you into a panicked frenzy as you rinsed your hair and jumped out of tub. After swiftly towel drying yourself off you entered your room and slipped into your shorts, tugging the white shirt over your head. There was an attempt to dry your hair with the towel as you looked yourself over in the standing mirror. You hadn’t noticed how sheer the shirt was until now, and the droplets of water dripping from your hair onto your chest weren’t helping either. 

Your nipples were visible, clad only in a thin white filter and you debated on how much time you had to find something else. But part of you wanted Jamil to see. Maybe he would make a much more interesting expression than his usual frown. There was a loud knock from downstairs and you sprung into action as you checked your phone. A final message from Jamil. 

[Jamil]: I’m here.

You left your phone on your nightstand, quickly rubbing the towel against your head one final time before throwing it haphazardly into the bathroom and heading down the stairs. You whispered to yourself words of encouragement and took a deep breath. He just wants to talk. Unlocking the door and tugging it open, you greeted the student standing before you. 

Jamil was staring down at his phone as he stood on the porch, the moon covering him in a ghostly pale light. Charcoal gray eyes were the first to greet you as a soft ‘hey’ escaped his lips. Jamil’s long hair was braided and tied up in his usual ponytail, but it was held in place with a maroon colored scrunchie. He wore a dark red sweatshirt, black jogging sweats and his sandals with large golden scarabs on them. You quickly stepped out of the way to let Jamil into the dorm and his eyes remained trained on you and you noticed a rouge painting it’s way onto his cheeks. He must’ve noticed your top.

“The TV is off.” He filled the silence and interrupted your silent victory with his eyes tearing away from you to instead glance around the dimly lit Ramshackle. You spun on your heels to the small TV with a nervous laugh. Shit, you forgot to turn it on. “Oh! Yeah it’s a pretty crappy TV, it just shuts off on its own sometimes.” You made up an excuse but Jamil wasn’t buying it. “I see, anyways there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat while tucking his phone into the pocket of his pants. “Sorry to come over so late, but it wasn’t something I could just talk about over text.” He explained and you straightened up. It must be something serious then, just as you thought. His gaze irritated as he looked you over, but you were not the cause of Jamil’s anger. “Kalim has a crush on you, and plans to tell you tomorrow.” He announced with his arms now folded over his chest.

“Huh?” You couldn’t help the sound that suddenly left your mouth as you stood there in shock. Eyebrows raised and eyes widened as you blinked in alarm. Kalim has a crush on you? And he’s planning to confess tomorrow? You were close with Kalim as a friend, but you never felt anything romantic between you. He was very sweet but you didn’t feel the same way. He was just too… Goofy. Not someone who fit your partner preferences. “Did Kalim ask you to come and tell me this?” You asked, feeling guilt building up in your stomach knowing that you would reject him tomorrow. 

Hopefully Kalim would take it well. Otherwise, the respectable Ramshackle Prefect would forever be known as a heartless monster. Crushing the affections of the most chipper person on campus. “No, I’m telling you for personal reasons.” Your heart jumped in your chest. He took a step closer, tilting his head away from you with his lips pursed into a thin line. Your body felt frozen in place as your pulse picked up impossible speeds. What was he trying to say? ”You should reject Kalim tomorrow.” He stated firmly and snapped his head back at you. His eyes narrowed as his expression began to relax. You were stunned by the declaration as you locked eyes with Jamil. A smug smile curled onto his lips. “We locked eyes.” You were confused, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a sudden weight applying pressure to the back of your skull. You pressed a hand against your temple as Jamil began to speak.

“The person reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer if you are asked. Obey if you are ordered.”

Your knees felt weak as they locked, the clothes hugging your body held you down like cinder blocks as Jamil stepped closer. The pressure was spreading from the back of your head all the way around to the front. As if a snake was constricting itself around your brain and giving it a tight squeeze. “Snakes Whisper.” You straightened out immediately. Being trapped in your own unmoving body caused fear to electrify your veins. Jamil had successfully hypnotized you. 

You stared straight ahead at Jamil who was now eyeing you up and down, cupping his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. He appeared proud of himself. “You will reject him, won’t you?” His voice was filled with confidence, his tone soft like expensive silk as you remained unmoving and heavy. There was a sudden pressure applied in your neck as you nodded slowly. You could feel a bizarre tickle of static zipping through your brain as your mouth fell open. “Of course I will.” You were shocked by how easily Jamil was able to manipulate you into doing and saying what he wanted. Even when you were under his control in the past… That was a finger flick compared to the total manipulation you were under now. “You don’t love Kalim.” Jamil was getting closer now, herding you towards the old, striped couch behind you. 

“Kalim is troublesome, foolish, and too naive to ever properly take care of you in a relationship. You would be stuck with not only babysitting Grim, but your own ‘boyfriend’.” Your butt pressed against the soft piece of furniture, your heart racing in your chest as your breathing remained slow and steady. Jamil caged you against the couch with his long arms on either side of you. The familiar scent of coconut and vanilla made you sigh with delight. He was frowning and his eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was twisting into jealousy. “I’ve spent all my life in second place to Kalim, but not anymore. That idiot should have never told me his plans.” He sighed. “How cocky can he be?” Jamil grumbled. One of his hands left the couch to hold onto your upper arm in a tight, yet reassuring grip. 

“He isn’t better than me in any way, and I don’t plan to lose to him on this.” He growled and leaned in, his head pressing against yours and your eyes met once more. The charcoal gray had flaming embers within and you could feel the excitement from earlier returning. Jamil likes you.

“You will not accept Kalim’s confession.” Jamil whispered with his opposite hand cupping your throat. His lips suddenly connected with yours. Rough and messy. You felt your heart leap into your throat as his split tongue pressed against your teeth, swiping and flicking over the bones before rubbing gently against your own dormant muscle. You gasped softly under your stolen breaths as Jamil’s grip on your arm and throat slowly tightened and he pulled away with a wet smack. “You will stay here, you’re feeling under the weather. Very under the weather. You will not attend any of your classes tomorrow.” He commanded softly and your head bobbed in agreement. 

His lips connected with yours again, much hungrier this time as his teeth knocked against yours. A grunt of pain was pushed out of your throat and into his mouth. You wanted to move your hands, you wanted to touch Jamil. You wanted to feel his heart under the palm of your hand. But all you had the power to do was twitch your fingers with need. Jamil closed more of the distance between you, his weight pressing down on you heavier than his spell. 

Your bodies fit together like snug puzzle pieces as he pulled his head away, Jamil’s long, split  tongue flicked out to swipe over your lower lip. A silvery string of saliva left you both connected. “I’ll collect all of your notes for you. I can’t let you hear his confession. Not until you’ve heard mine.” He was breathless when he spoke and again, his grip on you loosened. “I’ll confess when you aren’t hypnotized. But for now, I’ll just convince you that I’m the better partner.” He exhaled with determination to prove to you that Kalim was inferior in every way. With his body so close, you could feel his cock starting to harden and press against you. 

Your breath hitched in excitement as his hips rolled against yours with slow rocks. “Well, I can convince your body at least.” He purred with a soft chuckle before tugging you away from the couch by your arm. “Let’s go upstairs. The ghosts aren’t around are they?” He asked and you silently shook your head. The spell was making your body heavy, and you could feel the constricting feeling around your skull starting to slowly loosen. It was painful, leaving you with a dull headache. But you didn’t have the power to speak up. You did have the power to rub  your thighs together from excitement. Being hypnotized unwillingly was not how you expected your night to go. You thought you would’ve been happy just spending alone time with your phone and most dominant hand. But Jamil was here to prove you wrong. 

“Walk up the stairs. Show me to your bedroom.” He commanded and your legs were now moving on their own.

[thoughtssvt]

the stillness of peace

ʚSPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 120ɞ

synopsis : a HaiNana reunion in the afterlife

wc : 2646

It wasn’t as silent and empty as Kento thought it would be and even though he was alone he didn’t really feel lonely. Though, he’s not sure what he was expecting, exactly. What the afterlife would be like. He never really knew if he believed what Gojo or Yaga chanted like a mantra. Whether or not you would truly die alone despite all the people that surrounded you in life or if there wasn’t a single person that died without regret. At this point in time… he was feeling pretty good despite facing the unknown.

One thing he didn’t expect was the warmth. The way the sun would heat his skin enough for him to sigh in content, a comforting contrast from the cold that kissed his skin as the blood drained from his body during his last moments. How good it would feel to crane his neck up to the clear blue sky, letting the light seep through his closed eyelids as he listened to the waves crash in the distance, rippling to nip at his ankles before retreating back to the sea. His eyes fell to his bare feet, watching himself sink into the sand as the ocean beckoned him to come closer.

“Oh, Nanami!” A bright voice called out to him in surprise. It overflowed with happiness– youth– and for a split second a breath caught in Kento’s throat, his chest filling with panic at the thought of Itadori following him too soon. He whipped around, the breeze snaking through the slack in his uncharacteristic vacation polo, wrapping around him like a warm hug. The embodiment of comfort massaging at his scalp as his bangs tickled his cheeks.

He was met with big, brown eyes glowing like embers in the sun’s rays.

It made him breathless, somehow feeling a dull thud in his chest despite his flatlined heart.

“Haibara…” It came from his lips like a sigh, the name slipping off his tongue like he needed it to breathe.

A soft ‘wah’ accompanied a gummy smile. “You really grew up!” Haibara cooed, his eyes scanning Nanami’s body, amazed by the width of Kento’s shoulders and the extra centimeters he’d gained in the last few years of adolescence he never got to see. Yu’s laughter filled his ears like fragile popping bubbles as he teased Kento about how weird it was to see him in such an obnoxiously loud shirt and how he always thought that Nanami’s hair would look better parted on the other side, especially with shorter bangs. A comment on how handsome Nanami grew up to be falling on distracted ears.

He hadn’t aged a day, Nanami couldn’t help but notice. Haibara’s dark strands were still as messy and unkempt as they were the last time he’d seen him, every single smile line around his eyes in the exact same place.

“You’re still wearing that old thing?” Kento couldn’t stop himself from interrupting, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached to pinch at the black fabric of Haibara’s school uniform.

“I wanted you to recognize me when we finally met again,” Yu smiled teasingly as he watched Nanami rub the cloth between the pads of his fingers.

“Like I could forget,” he whispered, words laced with a fond sort of sadness. He spent every day for the past twelve years thinking about Haibara, treating him like he was the rising sun every single morning.

Nanami’s arm fell limp at his side as he truly took in the boy in front of him. It was so nostalgic that Kento couldn’t completely believe that he did enough good while he was living to earn something so wonderful in the afterlife. His tongue darted against his bottom lip as he searched for the right words to say, the words he’d rehearsed over and over again in his head as he watched Geto drape a light cloth over Haibara’s lifeless body. He wanted to say he was sorry. That he wished they could’ve grown up together. He wanted to tell him that he was angry. How he lived every day wondering if Yu was doomed from the very beginning, how he concluded that he must’ve been because the world was too dirty and rotten for a pure soul like Yu’s to thrive. He wanted to tell him all of that, but the words died on his tongue, the only thing filling his thoughts were the words he never got to say, ‘I love–’.

“Those must be heavy, huh?” Haibara hummed, staring at the brown satchel that hung heavy on Kento’s shoulder.

Ashen brows furrowed as he realized its presence, heaving it into his hands before his expression softened. It was filled to the brim with books that had collected dust on the countless shelves in his apartment, novels he wasted money on with the empty promise that he’d read them once he escaped sorcerer life.

That’s right.

This wasn’t a place where he had to worry anymore. He didn’t need to carry the burden of the curses that used to haunt him.

He’d realized then that he’d seen this place before. In a magazine he picked up out of boredom at the supermarket while he waited for the old woman in front of him to fish out exact change from her coin purse. He bought it because of one single page. A full spread where giant rocks peeked above clear water and a forest full of green blended into the horizon. The perfect retirement spot where he’d build a house and settle down.

“I don’t suppose I have a property here, do I?”

Haibara smiled from ear to ear, his arms spreading in a dramatic display, “Welcome to your front yard!” And there was that bubbly laugh again. It reminded Kento of those sticky summer nights when it was too hot to fall asleep. He glared at the ceiling, his eyes straining in the dark to see… something… anything. He’d tried so desperately to remember Yu’s smile then. The way his eyes creased and his nose scrunched. Years ago he’d already forgotten what Haibara smelled like. It didn’t come to his nose out of the blue anymore, understandably. The nose was weak to memory. A few years after that, on a similar muggy night, he'd realized he'd forgotten the tone of his laugh. The way it'd ring in his ears like bells on Christmas morning. Once he became aware of what he’d lost he tried so desperately to burn his best friend’s smile into every wrinkle of his brain. Now it was right in front of him.

“You can grumble to your subconscious if it’s not to your liking,” Yu teased, nudging his thumb to the house off in the distance behind him.

Nanami wasn’t sure if this was exactly what he had in mind. A one story, open concept with a rust colored roof. He never truly envisioned being here, the thought passing through his mind like deciding what color socks to wear on any given day.

The wood felt nice against the soles of his bare feet as they walked up a short flight of stairs to end up right in the middle of the living room, the walls few but plenty as they were adorned floor to ceiling with packed shelves.

“You weren’t too lonely, were you?” Kento grunted softly as he watched Yu plop onto the couch with the same heft as his bag.

“I had my own paradise, you know? I was actually hoping that you wouldn’t kick the bucket this early, but I guess with our line of work ten years is plenty,” Yu snorted, replying absentmindedly before his eyes widened, wiggling his eyebrows at the taller man when he’d noticed that most of the titles were of the romance genre.

“And you decided to come here?” It came out habitually like all the times he’d scolded Itadori. He took a seat beside him, melting into the sofa. The first time in a long, long time he let himself truly relax.

“It wasn’t really planned. Well, it was.” Haibara hummed thoughtfully, shifting until he found a comfortable position. “I decided I wanted to take a trip, see the world… and I ended up here,” he shrugged, tossing a book onto Kento’s stomach as he cracked one open for himself.

“Coincidentally in my paradise?” Nanami nudged his elbow into Haibara’s side, repeating the term he’d used to describe this realm.

“Coincidentally,” Yu agreed with a chiming laugh. “Now let’s get to reading, there’s even more in the study.” He motioned to some unknown area of the house. “Lucky that all your paychecks didn’t go to waste since all your possessions just follow you, huh?” Nanami snorted at that. He’d long since acknowledged that money was his main drive. His focus so tunneled on making enough money so he could run away from sorcery life that he’d forgotten the end goal. He didn’t realize how much he’d actually spent on books he promised himself to read when he retired, a huff leaving his nose with the realization that this collection contributed to the paychecks that always managed to fall short. Now, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He sucked in a deep breath as he listened to the soft creak of the hardcover he was peeling open, his shoulders slumping as he immersed himself into the fantasy on the page. They sat in silence, soft breaths falling into a syncopated rhythm with crisp page turns. The sun set slowly in front of them, casting an orange light against their faces before Haibara heaved himself up out of his comfortable position to flick on a few lights, settling down much closer to Kento when he returned.

When he was alive Nanami never had the time to read as much as he wanted. Truthfully, it was a bit tiring reading for pleasure, especially when he’d been in the same position long enough for the moonlight to seep in, his eyes now straining in a darkness that was a little less lonely. He closed his book quietly, letting his head fall back against the firm cushion as he took in the foreign silence. One where he didn’t have to worry about what he had to do tomorrow or the annoying little low grade curses that would buzz around every so often. He could just… sit and get used to the stillness that came with peace. It was… odd. The closest he’d ever come to this feeling was the restless boredom that came to him on nights where he was too tired to move, but his brain was too active to sleep. It was different this time, though. There was a sense of satisfaction. Like he could sit like this for hours without his pessimism nagging in the back of his mind. He let his eyes flutter closed, accepting the calm air around them, unaware of how he drifted towards Haibara until the particles around him buzzed at the radiating disturbance.

“I didn’t expect the afterlife to be so warm,” Kento finally aired his thoughts, his book abandoned on the cushion beside him as he looked down to where their arms were just a hair’s distance away. Yu’s skin emitted a comfortable heat, his cropped blazer having been hung against the back of the couch long enough for Kento to have just noticed. Nanami turned onto his side, watching Haibara’s round eyes scan the page, the moon illuminating his soft features. He’d realized then that he could be braver than he was when he was a teenager and he couldn’t help himself from reaching out to cup Yu’s face in his hand. Tearing his friend’s attention from the book, he was momentarily uncaring of whether or not Haibara wanted to finish a paragraph before giving him his full attention.

In the reflection of dark, brown eyes came a chuckle that reverberated through his chest. One that he himself hadn’t heard since he was a teenager, it shook his ribs and tickled his throat. His paradise began to click into place. He felt overgrown bangs tickle his jaw, his cheeks growing a little fuller, skin a little less aged as he stared at the spitting image of his high school-self in Yu’s eyes. The uncomfortable school uniform now clinging to his drastically smaller form.

“I missed you.” It was confident, decisive. He leaned in close, resting his forehead against Haibara’s. “Grow up with me,” he breathed out, eyes closing softly as he envisioned his paradise being one where he could make up for lost time starting right when his youth had been taken from him.

He felt Yu’s body jump with gentle chuckles, “I sure would love to see your adult self again.”

It tugged Kento’s lips into a thin smile. “I don’t think paradise would give us enough despairs to accumulate,” He joked, tipping his hat to the motto he followed in the living world, dragging his arm down to loop it around Haibara’s waist, pulling him close so that they were back to chest.

“Considering the fact that you’re seventeen again, I think anything’s possible,” Yu hummed, drifting deeper into Nanami’s chest with a sort of natural intimacy they never had back then. Haibara’s feelings were seemingly mutual. Kento didn’t feel the need to confess anything, not right then at least.

They spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, their chests rising in sync, even down to the way their shoulders jumped with soft fits of laughter. When Nanami was alive he believed that the world he’d lived in was dull and boring, tedious, but now he was speaking of his experiences like they were funny anecdotes you would find online.

“He actually reminds me a lot of you. So young, excited. Even the way you both say my name. I just about died again before I realized it was you calling for me earlier today. I would’ve smacked him so hard that it would’ve revived him back into the living world if he actually did end up here.” Kento chuckled fondly.

“But he’s got it, right?” For a split second Nanami’s eyes widened, Haibara taking the words straight out of his mind that he had trouble deciphering whether or not it came from his own lips.

Kento nodded his head, swallowing thickly, “He’s got it.”

“Good, that means there won’t be anyone bothering us for a long while. Maybe I could show you my paradise.” Yu turned to him with a blinding smile, smooth fingers tucking Kento’s bangs behind his ears. His heart knocked so loudly he’d almost forgotten how to breathe. It would’ve been nice to know that they were this compatible when they were both alive, the thought creeping into the back of Nanami’s mind before he waved them off in favor of taking advantage of the time they had now. He leaned in, sliding his palm against Yu’s forehead to push his choppy fringe up and out of the way. Ignoring how Yu stilled as he planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type,” Kento poked when he pulled away, his thumb running against Haibara’s plump cheek, massaging the muscle that was presumably exceptionally sore with all the smiling he’d done in the last few hours. The brunette tucked himself under Nanami’s chin, nuzzling into his boney chest, his confession coming out as mutually as Kento’s.

“Hey, I went a decade without you. It’s my turn to have you all to myself.”

“As long as we can get out of these god awful clothes. They have clothing stores here, right? I may be seventeen again, but I still have the fashion sense of an adult now.” Laughter filled the air, the only thing Nanami would ever allow to disturb their stillness of peace.

[mr-bas00nist]

Sensitive Much?

Sub! König x Dom! Male Reader

Cw: Dub-Con, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Showersex and Praise

König was a very sensitive man in bed. The slightest touch made him jolt in pleasure and it was quite common for him to cum prematurely. He couldn’t help it you made he feel so good! Being a KorTac member with him you could always analyze everything about him. What got him angry, happy, sad and horny.

You two usually always had missions together since you both worked so well together.

You sighed tiredly walking into the barracks with sweats and a T-shirt on. König sat on his bed below you with his mask on and a pair of shorts with shockingly no shirt on. You smiled at him.

You sat next to him staring at his pretty eyes. “Hey handsome what are your still doing up?” You ask confused. “Waiting for everyone.” You nod. “There out for the night, getting drinks apparently.” You held up your pager showing him the messages.

You can see him cower down slightly at that. “König dude there’s no need to be embarrassed.” You wrap your arm around his shoulder pulling him close to you. “I know I know.” He nods. You smile at him before unwrapping your arm around him.

“Alright go hop in the showers so I don’t have to smell you anymore.” You smile as he immediately gets up. You continue to lay on his bunk relaxing. He always took so long in the shower. You toss and turn getting impatient.

You stand up finally having enough. You walk into the bathroom slowly sneaking in. You see him showering with his mask off. You get an idea.

You grin taking your own clothes off so you can get in the shower with him. You slowly creep in the shower when all of a sudden grabbing his hips. He almost knocks you out but realizes that it was just you. He looks at you with flushed cheeks. “W-why are y-you in here!” He shouts blushing madly.

“You we’re taking wayyyyy, to long.” You smile bringing his bare body closer to yours. He looks down at you shaking his head. “You can’t just do this kind of stuff and have no m-motive behind it.” He states trying to keep whatever dignity he has.

“I mean your making me think you like me!” He shouts grabbing your hand around his waist. “Wait, you think I don’t like you?” You tilt your head at him. “Y-yes?” You laugh. “Dude your one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever met, why do you think I always make sexual comments or advances?” You smile at him.

Than it’s clicks, you did like him. You slowly begin snaking your hand right below his pecs making him whimper. “Y-you can’t just,” he breathes shakily. “Touch my chest like that.” You could see him getting hard. “I’m barely even touching your chest, your sensitive huh baby?”

He blushes even more than before, the hot shower doing nothing to help. He feels you rub the flesh of his pecs making him bite back a moan. You roll your eyes with a smile pinching his nipple. You expect not much reaction but boy we’re you wrong. He lets out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard in your life.

Both of your guys eyes go wide. “S-sir, please don’t.” But it’s to late you go for his other nipple pinching roughly kneading his flesh. He throws his head back letting out loud moans of pleasure. “A-agh~ Scheiße! To much it’s to much please!” He cries out. You continue abusing his nipples with focus and precision watching them harden.

He was enjoying all of this way to much. You continued abusing his nipple while his moans start to increase. With one last moan he cums untouched. You stop your fingers on his nipples eyes going wide at the fact he came from only that. You laugh at the pathetic man.

“Aw how cute.” You laugh making him whimper. You grab his shoulders flipping him against the glass of the shower door. He looks at you with glossy eyes and a red face. “So Fuckin’ beautiful, can’t believe all of this,” You squeeze his chest. He bites his lip watching as you put your tongue on one of his nipple making him cry out even more.

You pinch the other giving them both equal attention. He moans out loudly rutting into nothing. You softly bite his nipple making him wail. You looked up at him watching as the tears stream down his face. You pull away from his nipple attaching yourself to his other.

His moans pick up in volume as he begs for you to stop. “Bitte, ich bin zu empfindlich.” He truly was sensitive but that wasn’t gonna stop you. You pick up your abuse on his nipple making him throw his head back. With a final harsh bite on it he finally cums with the loudest scream you’ve heard tonight.

You pull off to admire your handy work smiling at all the dark bruises and bite that littered his chest. “How is every part of you so perfect?” You smirk at him making him shake his head in embarrassment. “Alright handsome come on we’ve probably raised the water bill just by ourselves.”

(A/n: I’m actually learning German atm so sorry if it didn’t make sense! 😭)

[dia-souls]

TW: ⚠️ NSFW, Blood Mentioned, Yandere Themes, Toxic Relationships, Death, Whipping, Spanking, Sexual Themes ��️

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Ruki Mukami x Yui Komori

The beginning of Ruki and Yui's relationship was terrible. Ruki couldn't trust Yui because of the trauma that accompanied him since childhood and expressed his anger by torturing Yui.

But slowly, without realizing it, he became attached to Yui, so that he thought of her every moment, even when he was sleeping.

Ruki couldn't understand why he felt this way because he didn't believe in love.

His relationship with Yui gradually improved and he learned to express his love to Yui.

But his love for Yui grew so much that he didn't realize that his feelings had turned into possessiveness.

Ruki's sense of ownership towards Yui grew more and more every day.

So that every day Ruki set strict rules for Yui and if Yui did not follow them, he would punish her.

Yui had noticed Ruki's change and it scared her.

She didn't like seeing Ruki so scared. She loved her kind Ruki who called her my beautiful angel every day.

Ruki's sense of ownership was so high that he completely ignored Yui and didn't even care that she had feelings.

He wants all of Yui for himself. No one has the right to approach Yui.

Ruki's sense of ownership becomes so terrifying that Ruki kills anyone who comes close to Yui without hesitation.

He punishes Yui for very small reasons and imprisons Yui in a dungeon in order to have Yui for himself.

Yui is deprived of seeing the sunlight and her kind Ruki.

She is now imprisoned in the cage of a real snake, which every moment wraps around the cage and makes his prison narrower and narrower.

Yui's body hurts from the marks of whips and wounds that Ruki made as a punishment.

She can no longer cry or speak. Her whole heart is filled with sadness and she doesn't feel anything anymore.

After a long time of leaving Yui in the dungeon without food or water to punish her, Ruki finally enters the dungeon.

Ruki looks down at Yui's injured and hanging body with a smirk that admires Yui's pitiful state.

He approaches Yui with slow steps and an evil look.

"It's really pathetic, you are so weak."

Yui has not spoken for a long time. She has lost everything and doesn't even have a reason to talk.

This situation worries Ruki, but he tries not to show his concern.

"Not speaking will not make me pity you. I have to teach your body to whom it belongs."

Ruki unties the chains and hugs Yui's injured and exhausted body and gently places her lips on Yui's tear-filled cheek and kisses her.

"I think it is enough. You were a good girl and I will reward you."

Ruki gently kisses Yui's sore spots to soothe her.

But Yui doesn't even respond to Ruki's kindness. Because she knows that this kindness is temporary and she will be punished for another small reason.

Yui's silence annoys Ruki, but Ruki broke Yui long ago without realizing it.

Ruki hugs Yui and takes her out of the dungeon, cleaning her body and treating her wounds.

Yui longed to see the former Ruki again.

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Kou Mukami x Yui Komori

Kou is a handsome and beautiful boy to his fangirls, but no one knows the hidden personality behind his kind mask.

Kou tries to attract Yui with a kind face, but when that doesn't work, he shows his scary side.

Yui was the only girl who wasn't Kou's fan and this bothered Kou more than anything.

He couldn't win Yui's attention with valuable gifts like flowers and money, which made him violent.

But Kou's yandere side is activated when Kou is really attached to Yui and his love becomes possessive.

Kou tries to psychologically manipulate Yui so that Yui will be traumatized and never be able to live without Kou.

It was the only way Kou could have Yui for himself.

Although Kou knew that Yui was a cute and beautiful girl, Kou kept calling Yui ugly to lower her self-confidence.

Whenever a boy approached Yui at school, Kou would beat him severely and punish Yui and call her ugly all the time so that Yui would despair of going out with another boy.

Kou doesn't know why Yui is avoiding him so much. All the girls in the school wish to be with Kou for just a moment, but Yui is not like them.

Kou does everything he can to destroy Yui's sanity so he can have her forever.

Kou's love turns into the most terrible relationship in the world.

Whenever Kou kisses Yui, Yui remembers her sweet memories. Memories that she will never experience again.

The lovely Kou has been destroyed and he has now become an eternal tow faced.

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Yuma Mukami x Yui Komori

Yuma is not always the lovable farmer boy. He is tall and strong and no one should make him angry.

Yuma's fear has always been losing those who are dear to him since childhood.

If Yuma falls in love with someone, he does not want to lose that person in any way and will do everything to make that person his own.

Yuma's relationship with Yui made a lot of progress. Yuma realized that Yui was more than food to him.

Yuma loved Yui from the bottom of his heart and wanted to take care of her forever.

Losing Yui had become a nightmare for Yuma.

Every day, he had a nightmare that someone stole Yui from him, and this made his feelings increase every day, and this feeling became a sense of ownership.

Yuma didn't realize how hard he was being on Yui. He just wanted Yui for himself.

Yuma could never stand Yui being with someone else.

If the boys approach Yui at school, Yuma will beat them without hesitation and may even kill many of them.

One day when a boy tried to express his love to Yui, Yuma got very angry and beat the boy to death and went to the hospital.

Even though Yui had said no to that boy, Yuma decided to punish Yui.

He sucked Yui's blood in a very painful way, causing Yui to pass out.

When Yui woke up, she realized that she was naked and her hands and feet were tied with ropes.

Yuma sits next to her and looks at her with a scary smile.

"This is what you wanted from the beginning. Isn’t it? That's why you made me angry."

Yui started crying with an innocent face, not knowing why Yuma was doing this.

"Yuma-kun stop please."

Yuma undressed without further ado and attacked Yui.

He was kissing Yui's body like crazy, marking her whole body full with his kiss marks.

"Shut up you are mine. Today I will fill your whole body with my marks."

Without preparing Yui, Yuma took off his underwear and thrust his length into Yui in one quick motion, and Yui screamed in pain.

Yuma was moving at the speed of light and Yui's body was moving up and down and the bed was creaking.

After the first round, Yuma pulled his length out of Yui and spanked Yui's hips hard as Yui panted.

"You should not pass out now. You have to carry my baby in your belly."

Yui's eyes widened in fear and she began to beg.

"Yuma please no. Please don't do this. I am not ready to be a mother."

Ignoring Yui's pleas and cries, Yuma thrust his length back into Yui and started moving again as fast as he could.

After a few rounds, Yui's tired and sweaty body falls under Yuma, but Yuma doesn't give up that easily.

If Yui become a mother, no one can take Yui away from him.

This was the start of a terrible night for Yui.

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Azusa Mukami x Yui Komori

Azusa's grief is painful. Emotional pain is more unbearable for him than physical pain. If Azusa loses something, he hurts himself to forget his emotional pain.

Azusa was attracted to Yui from the first day he saw her.

Azusa loves Yui more than anyone else. He loves Yui so much that his love for Yui becomes the reason for his life.

But Azusa knows he doesn't deserve Yui and can't become Adam.

The fact that he can't have Yui hurts him a lot.

He walks in the garden at night and remembers his beloved Eve when he sees roses. A person that doesn't belong to him and he can't stay by her side forever.

He takes his knife and stabs himself many times.

Until one day he wakes up to find Yui sleeping next to him and his wounds covered with bandages.

That's right, if the wound makes Yui stay by her side, then Azusa will wound her dear lover.

He keeps Yui in his room forever and won't let her get away from him.

As the days pass, Yui's body is filled with many wounds that Azusa gave her as a gift to express her love.

Azusa enters her room to get Yui some food and finds Yui watching out the window. She seems to be looking for freedom.

"Look, Eve. I brought you food."

Azusa approaches Yui and hugs her from behind.

"You are my Eve. Forever mine I will not let anyone take you from me."

Yui didn't know what changed Azusa so much, but she hoped to see the old Azusa again.

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Sakamaki version

T brothers + Kino

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[theartfuldodger26]

Do you see Tom Riddle as a pretty boy or a handsome man?

Perhaps I'm missing some sort of modern slang as to what each means, but I'll reply literally. Anonymous (or others) feel free to correct/enlighten me if I stray off topic.

I don't see why he can't be both, especially considering that we get to experience young Tom as well as older Volmemort in the books.

He was a pretty, good looking boy when he was younger, and remained a handsome man for a while, until his magical experiment and the Horcrux making caught up with his appearance. I still HC that Bellatrix finds him more attractive in his gaunt, skeletal appearance than before, but that's probably just me.

In the fourth book, while he's still a semi-human creature, before the ritual that gives him back his body, Frank, the gardener of his family estate, demands he turns and "faces him like a man!"

"But I am not a man," Voldemort replies, "I am so much more than a man [but why not, I will face you]"

What Voldemort might have meant with that is up for debate. Perhaps all he means is that he is a man (as in biological male who identifies with the male gender), but he is also so powerful and, to use the expression Voldemort himself loved as a child, so SPECIAL, he's also in a class of human on his own.

Also, later on we find out that he has fathered a daughter, so apparently he does have normal urges that men have. He's not above lust, sex and even maybe being fond of another human (Bellatrix and Delphi).

In addition, when Dumbledore and Harry make it to the cave that Voldemort chose as the hiding place for the Locket Horcrux, we find out that Voldemort values magical power above all, and that HArry's magic, that of a young, average (maybe even a little beyond average), won't even register in his book compared to Dumbledore's. To me this seems to suggest that Voldemort is quite happy to be "old", "mature" and, to his eyes, "wise". And it's not hard to see why he thinks this. He used to be a little boy at the bottom of the social ladder. He might have been "pretty", something that, in older times, was associated with "good families" but he was still an orphan people just ignored or even pitied. Now he's surrounded mostly by younger witches and wizards, and he's their leader.

To sum up until now, I think Voldemort is happy to be a man of a certain age and standing, rather than a boy.

However, he wants to be more than that. He wants to be special, extraordinary. And not just with his deeds, but also with his appearance. He doesnt even want people to speak the name he chose for himself, a name that he likes and is proud of, as it sums up his grandiosity and goal in life (to flee death). Altering his appearance and making it bizarre and unique is also part of this need. By looking like a snake, he's finally special in every way: the way he acts, looks, talks, they're all unique to Lord Voldemort. He's not just a man, any man, he's The Dark Lord.

But I digress. The key for me is a (common, I think) headcanon, where Voldemort suffers from some flavour of body dysmorphia as a young boy. I'm not an expert on the condition, so by no means do I claim to know what I'm saying, just sharing how I feel about him. I think he DOESN'T LIKE BEING ATTRACTIVE, especially after he finds out he looks identical to his father. To some degree he finds his "pretty appearance" useful, since, sad truth be told, we're all inclined to treat a good looking person better and pay more attention to them, and in his early days of near starvation and abuse this was useful. But he hates it, deep down, as he hates everything about himself from those days.

Not only that, but he actually doesn't find himself attractive. He thinks he's too pale, his hair annoys him because it's too curly and needs some work in order to look presentable, his cheekbones are too high, he's too thin and boney, and the list goes on and on with things only he finds weird and unattractive. All part of his deep-seated self loathing that is in the root of all his actions, covered up with illusions f grandeur.

And so he sheds every bit of his old appearance that's possible to change, from his eye colour to the shape of his nose. In fact, now I think of it, in Goblet of Fire he says he'll be "Settling for his old body for a while", suggesting he's planning on further transformations in the future, when he has more time with Harry dead.

TLDR: to us, semi-biased readers, he's both. In his own eyes, he's neither.

Also this gave me an idea for a minific, so I may post a drabble at some point, inspired by this.

Thank you, Anon, for an interesting question that made me think and allowed me to put some ideas in order. And that it sparked a fic! ;)

[zappedbyzabka]

Johnny has this whole aging twink look and Daniel became such a daddy. I kinda like the idea of Johnny wishing that Daniel could have fucked him in his prime because they would have looked so good together

And then wishing Daniel had been his sensei instead of Kreese. And he's kinda sad because he thinks hot daddy Daniel deserves his younger self instead of this has been

(and then IDK he goes back in time and ends up becoming Daniel's student, and hits on Daniel and it just upsets Daniel became he thinks he's been leading Johnny on and he beats himself up about it)

Aww :( poor baby👀

Daniel thinks Johnny is absolutely beautiful, young or old, but Johnny has a hard time believing it. There were a few times Johnny caught Daniel red-handed stroking it to a photo of Johnny when he was younger, still wearing those soft sweaters and polo shirts he feels as if he couldn’t pull off now, though Daniel assures him that his body drives him crazy at any age, that he finds the extra weight and stretch marks sexy, and that he wants no one else—would choose no one else, not even the younger him.

And Daniel does mean it; yes, he likes looking at pictures of Johnny when he was more youthful, still a dainty minx, still such a brat with no shame about it. Yeah, he liked to picture fucking that pretty lithe thing and see how different he would have reacted to Daniel’s dick then, if he’d been even sluttier or a little more flustered. But that’s just a fantasy; he never wants Johnny to feel insecure or like he’s not enough.

Johnny is happy with Daniel, but he keeps thinking and thinking. He doesn’t feel like he has to quiet his steps around any place in Daniel’s (their) house; he doesn’t feel like he has to make himself smaller, he hasn’t flinched around Daniel in a year.

He’s accepted all of Daniel’s love and given so much, yet he doubts—but he shouldn’t. He stares at the sun in the morning and wonders if it would all get better if he couldn’t even see himself in the mirror.

Johnny spirals a little over it, keeps picturing/imagining what it’d feel like to seduce this handsome older man, tempt him so much that he just had to get inside Johnny (which is pretty much what he did already, just at the age they are now)

Daniel deserves that prettier version of him; he bets Daniel is lying to him anyway and does wish he was young (he isn’t). He works himself up so much over it that he decides to make it hot in his brain—imagine what Daniel would look like rutting into a young Johnny, who’s moaning "Mr. LaRusso" over and over again while Daniel fucks him like Johnny knows he’s been thinking about. He wants to be that boy; instead of watching it in his head, he wants to be saved by Daniel.

He stayed up all night wondering and sneaked out to drive to Miyagi-Do. He remembers doing the same thing as a kid—feeling so panicked he’d find somewhere outside to curl up and wait for it to stop—and he lays on the patio, focusing on the colors in the sky. Those breathing techniques don’t work as well as chewing on his nails does, but he promised Daniel he’d stop. Just like Daniel told him, Kreese should have kept his fists in his pockets and swallowed his tongue before hurting Johnny like he did.

( Johnny had told him the extent of Kreese’ abuse on a bad night, where he couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard he tried. Daniel never told him to stop. "I’d never do those things to any of my students. Johnny, you were only a kid. None of it was your fault.

"I was 17."

"You weren’t when it started. You were only a preteen—")

Johnny knows it was all wrong, but he still finds himself dreaming of Kreese's stories, the snakes vivid in his mind. He finds it funny to feel bad for him, Kreese would hate the pity, he would crush it in his hands and make Johnny look.)

Daniel called him when he realized, and Johnny felt guilty for not leaving a note—for making him put in effort instead of being easy.

“Hey, sweetheart. Where are ya’?"

Johnny still feels butterflies when Daniel talks to him like that. "I’m at Miyagi-Do. I couldn’t sleep, is all."

He heard Daniel moving the bedding around for a second, assuming it was him covering himself back up. He moved to Johnny's spot.

"Is there something wrong? You can talk to me, Johnny. You don’t have to, but you can."

Johnny turns his head, looking at the Koi pond. How much do they change when they get older?

"I can’t. It’s…it’s just stuff I’ve already bothered you about before, nothing serious."

“You aren’t bothering me, Johnny, I’ll always hear you."

Johnny chokes back a sob, holding his breath and waiting for it to pass.

"Sweetheart? Ti amerò sempre. Come home?"

He wants to. He wants to. He can always see the past in his peripheral. "I’m going to set up everything I think, not sure I can go back to sleep. You can go back to bed, Daniel; it’s okay."

Daniel stays silent for a moment. "Alright. Just….make sure you’re okay. Please."

Johnny feels like a waterproof shirt, Daniel’s words unable to sink in. Why does nothing feel like it’s for him? Nothing feels good, he just feels sick. He feels sick and ridiculous, and like no one will ever understand why. "I will, promise. I…I love you a lot."

"I love you too. Everything's going to be okay, y’know?"

Johnny feels his chest uncoil slightly. "Thanks, babe. I’ll see you soon."

He fell asleep, heart slowing with a pit in his stomach.

Maybe all the thinking about it is why he woke up in some other dimension, 20 years or so younger, on a beach, bleary eyed for a good minute before he manages to get his head on straight and sees Daniel, still old, with Anthony and Sam on a blanket—eyefucking Johnny like he thinks he’s still asleep, probably because Johnny’s wearing glasses.

Geez, Johnny must have drunk something really strong or something. He swears his hands feel….smaller, daintier—and they look it too. And his body is tighter, no chub at all. How the hell is he young again? How is he young and Daniel still old? Is this another dream?

He takes off his glasses and sits up quickly, and Daniel looks away like he got caught. He was sitting cross legged with his hairy arm resting on them, wristwatch glinting in the harsh sun. He looks so good, Johnny wants to go to him and be kissed, pulled close with a "Hey, sweetheart," like Daniel always does.

Johnny breathes through his panic, counting all the things he knows are real and rubbing his hands over the sand. Looks like where he and Daniel fought for the first time.

He takes a look at the shorts he’s wearing, they look like his old favorite pair but newer, red with a white trim. He flips the pantleg of them, and yep—there are his own various doodles.

He looks over at Daniel and feels satisfied to catch him staring again. This is weird, but he might as well use it to his advantage. Hasn’t he been wishing for this?

He stands up and dusts the sand off of him. "LaRusso!"

Daniel looks up immediately, eyebrows raised. His gaze darts from Johnny’s legs, to his chest, and to his face rapidly. "Uh. How do you know my name?"

Johnny looks to the side. "You have commercials on TV and stuff….don’t you?"

Is that different here?"

Daniel puts a hand on his forehead. "My bad. Long day. You want a photo?"

Johnny smirks a little. Mr celebrity over here.

“Nope. You run a dojo, don’t you?"

He tilts his head, looking at Daniel through his lashes.

Daniel stops breathing for a second, looking enthralled. Johnny holds back another smile.

Daniel blinks, then stands up and ushers Johnny to the side with a hand on his lower back. Johnny wants to know how much it covers. "Yeah, yeah. I do. You wanna join? Sam watch your brother, please."

“Daaad, I’m not a baby!"

Daniel ignores Anthony and stops when he and Johnny are just a little away.

Johnny finds his eagerness cute. He can’t imagine Daniel has given into lust so easily—he can’t imagine he’s legit already planning on fucking him—Johnny’s sure he feels guilty, probably convinced himself he’d behave, but his hand is on Johnny’s hip now, so is he behaving?

“Yeah! I would. I already have some experience too, Mr. LaRusso."

Daniel looks at his lips as he says it. "Oh, great. You can show me some time? Here I’ll give you the address."

He pats his shoulders, then drops his head. "I don’t have a pen or paper."

Johnny waves dismissively. "I already know the address. Are you letting me join or?…."

Daniel nods, smiling politely. "Absolutely."

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Johnny found his bike and left the beach. It was difficult to figure out where and what to do next. He found the mansion but didn’t want to go back; he was glad to know he had a place to sleep. He’d rather sleep at Miyagi-do—or in their bed.

He biked around all day and cried at the end when his situation hit him. How would he get back?

He forced himself to stop wondering what was going on in his reality, wondering if he was missing or somehow still asleep after the first week. It made it easier that he was with Daniel practically every day of it, training with him and trying to seduce him. Daniel’s always taking "breaks" and coming back a little disheveled and refusing to look at Johnny.

He was afraid he would be able to stop if he looked at Johnny. It was wrong to touch himself at the thought of Johnny’s pretty face and the curve of his ass, notice the way his thighs tanned slightly, and imagine what his cum would look like all over them. He shouldn’t have taken Johnny’s headband, for goodness sake. He’s being a creep—he doesn’t want to be a Humbert, even if Johnny is 18.

Just by the way Johnny acts at times, he can tell the boy has been through things, and he doesn’t want to possibly add to any of that. He’s sure all of Johnny’s damning flirtation is just in his head, he’s not looking up at him on his knees like that on purpose.

Johnny kisses him on day seven.

[kockatriceking]

whole buncha sketches of Llwelyn Winters, my Fallout OC. he's not any of the protagonists, he's just your average friendly travelling trader who sells delicious food and other scraps. a regular guy, apart from his albinism

...well, he can transform into a Deathclaw. that's probably not so average, actually.

Llwelyn's parents weren't vault dwellers- born and bred Wastelanders, his father was a trader while his mother was a hired gun. They stumbled across Vault 298 when on their travels, seeking refuge from deathclaw attacks.

There they met Dr Rald. The Dr was the last of the Vault Dwellers of 298, but not through luck- no, he engineered their deaths. He had experimented on each and every one of them, mutating them beyond viability, in a quest to create the ultimate survivalist. Somehow he convinced Llwelyn's parents of his noble goals, and his mother agreed to be experimented on.

It would be her demise.

Llwelyn tore his way from her womb when he first transformed. The young Deathclaw then turned on his father, and would've killed the Doctor if he hadn't sealed the medical chamber's doors against him. But was Dr Rald rightly horrified at his actions? No. He was simply in awe that at last his creation had worked- he had created a perfect survivalist, the perfect predator- a Deathclaw that could disguise itself as a human. He continued to experiment on Llwelyn, the child growing up under an influx of chems, radiation, and bioengineering. Making him faster, stronger, tougher, giving him the regenerative abilities of a lizard, the heat-sensing ability of a snake, and of course the all powerful strength of a Deathclaw. There were drawbacks, of course. Llwelyn's snow-white skin being one of them. His albinism makes him not only highly distinctive, but affects his vision poorly and leaves him vulnerable to bright lights. The other setback was the pain of transformation- staying in the human form hurts, aching bone-deep pain that's unaffected by chems. He's immune to them all by now anyway.

Unfortunately, the Doctor was not a particularly pleasant parent, and his own personality is what caused his demise. He frequently forced Llwelyn to fight and kill other Wasteland creatures, from radroaches to dogs to fellow deathclaws. Eventually he began bringing in raiders. Traders. People. All to "test" Llwelyn's strength, his loyalty, his weaknesses.

He finally decided on Llwelyn's 13th birthday that he was old enough to truly test his mettle in the Wastelands. Believing Llwelyn sufficiently broken, and would never leave his father figure, he arrogantly didn't use any kind of preventative measure to stop the youth from leaving.

The moment Llwelyn stepped outside he was gone.

The Doctor hunted him. Of course he did. Posters and bounties for the snow-white deathclaw still can be found in the settlements around Vault 298. It was described as a legendary beast, a powerful monster nigh unkillable with its rapid regeneration and quick thinking mind. He wanted it caught alive- but would pay handsomely for its corpse. He also offered a bounty for his wayward runaway son, a simpleton who just didn't understand the dangers of the Wasteland. Many money-hungry glory hunters sought the albino deathclaw. None ever made it back. The hunters slowly dwindled even as the money grew. Nobody wanted to fight something so horrific as that. The Doctor grew desperate. Too old to hunt Llwelyn himself, without the aid of Wastelanders he had no chance.

Until someone finally answered the bounty call.

Llwelyn himself.

Now 20, the boy's time in the Wastes had changed him. He'd met a kind lone wanderer who'd also escaped a vault and who offered him company in the empty lands. The kind stranger taught him everything about the Wastes, taking on the boy as a wayward son. They'd parted ways with much sadness but also many happy memories, and now Llwelyn returned alone to finish his own personal quest.

He killed Doctor Rald.

Free at last from the good doctor's influence.

The rumours of the white deathclaw never stopped, despite it never being seen. It's said it was the one that tore apart Dr Rald, the man offering its bounty, as some kind of retribution.

Whatever the story, it's something the lonely trader isn't interested in telling. He's just come to the Commonwealth and is far more interested in selling his wares to the people of Diamond City than silly stories about scary monsters. No, it's not odd that he sleeps outside of the protective walls of Diamond City, in nothing but a simple tent. Plenty of people survive sleeping rough. Raiders and radscorpions and super-mutants and ghouls aren't that common. No, he's never seen nor heard any Deathclaws about. They don't commonly reside near Diamond City anyway. It's probably just rumours and imagination. Yes, he's heard about the band of raiders found ripped to shreds nearby. Probably just super-mutants and their hounds. Nothing to worry about. Incidentally, would you like to buy his new stock of guns? Still smokin' hot!

[sqv1d]

Hello! I saw your handsome rat boy. He's lovely! But I just need to make sure that you have more than just one rat (at least one more boy). Because rats are extremely social beings and you can't have just one rat, he will be extremely lonely and sad. 🥺🥺🥺🐁🐀

I am fully aware! Unfortunately we dont have another but we really need to get another!

See, Socrates was completely unexpected since our original plan to get 3 baby rats together kinda fell apart. Socrates was originally a feeder rat but the snake he was being fed to didnt want him so my friend let me keep him!

We have made sure to give him a /lot/ of attention in replace of the rats but we will hopefully get more rats for him eventually🫶

[separatist-apologist]

Dressing For Revenge

I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends. Don't get sad-get even.

Summary: When the end of the war with Hybern finds Lucien unexpectedly crowned High Lord, he realizes everyone he's ever cared about has been lying to him.

The new High Lord of Day Court vows revenge.

Elain Archeron is determined to see him get it

Evil Elucien AU

Read More: Chapter 1 | AO3

Day Court was a living place. Taunting him with the ghosts of what might have been. Everywhere Lucien went, he saw himself as a boy. Running the halls, learning to to fight, to track, to fuck. Memories tainted with blood were now edged in gold. 

What might have been? 

Who would he have been under Helion’s steady hand? His courtiers still mourned the loss of the heroic High Lord, and Lucien felt the weight of their grief. Every day he woke up in a room that had once belonged to his father. He walked those same halls in the same crown, sat on the same throne and governed the same people, all the while wishing he could speak to that male, even once.

Just to ask.

Are you proud of me?

Lucien suspected that regardless of who he knew his father to be, they were disappointed in him. He couldn’t shake that feeling no matter how hard he’d tried. The wound had festered, was bloodied and raw and reopened every time Lucien walked into the glittering, warm throne room that was his by blood and birth and law. 

When Lucien woke on that particular morning, it was to the knowledge that he was getting married. He’d put Elain in a room just across the hall, which was as far as he was willing to see himself parted. Some of that was his own suspicion—he wouldn’t put it past Rhysand to dangle Elain like a piece of meat in order to manipulate him.

The rest was his own vicious need. Lucien needed to fuck her like he needed the air in his lungs. He was too tempted, too willing to stalk her through the place if she was out of sight just to see what she was doing. Afraid Rhys would yank her away after that first taste, Lucien could stand waiting when he could merely fling open his door and see her just across the hall. 

He was dressed in his usual Day Court attire, his chest mostly bare, his legs all but on display. Elain pulled her own door open and he wondered if she’d been waiting for him to rise. She looked ridiculous, like a midday sun over the cerulean sea. Gone was that ugly purple dress, replaced with a flowing white gown clasped with golden snake brooches at her shoulders. She’d pinned her waist length hair off her face with pretty pearl pins. She was something out of an erotic daydream. 

She watched him with those warm, brown eyes. “Can I trust you, Elain?”

She shrugged delicate shoulders. “I hope so. I’m not going back to Velaris.”

He considered that. “Where would you go, then?”

Elain fell into step with him, eyeing the gilded marble walls and the open windows with interest. “Spring, maybe.”

Over Lucien’s dead body would he let Elain go into that lawless wasteland. “It’s not safe for you there.”

Elain glanced at him slyly. “I hear the High Lord of Summer is unmarried. Handsome, too. I’ll bet he wouldn’t discuss putting me on my knees if I offered him my…services.”

“Is that what you want, Elain? A gentleman?”

She offered a dreamy sigh. “I’d look good in blue, I think.”

“You look better in gold…and better, still, with my hand around your throat.”

She made a soft sound of protest, but said nothing else as the doors of the throne room were flung open. There was still only one chair—Helion had never married, had never considered settling down. Often, Lucien wondered if Helion hadn’t been waiting on his mother. He didn’t dare ask. He hadn’t spoken to her since he’d killed Beron, too afraid of what she might say. Lucien couldn’t hate his mother.

He could avoid her, though. 

Already, the room was packed with courtiers and minor nobles from the city looking to curry favor and ask him for shit. It was an endless parade of begging, bowing, and flattery he didn’t wholly hate. If he couldn’t have their respect, he’d take their fear.

Lucien caught Elain around the waist before she could dart away. She didn’t want to be his toy, fine, but she’d sit in his lap all day anyway. Regardless of what she wanted, she was still his prize. Everyone would know that the High Lady of Night’s sister had betrayed her. That Elain was there willingly.

“I’m not sitting in your lap,” she whispered when he plopped down into his chair. Lucien pulled her down anyway.

“Would you rather sit on my cock?” he asked, lips against the side of her neck. It was all too daring, too cruel. He relished the way she squirmed, how she went immediately still when he groaned for effect. 

“Don’t stop on their account,” he said, nodding towards his amused courtiers. “We love any excuse to get naked in my court.”

“It has been a while since we had a midmorning orgy, lord,” one of his lords agreed. Elain merely scowled, though Lucien quite liked the thought of her sandwiched between him and one of his noblemen…or ladies, if he was being honest. Elain, on her knees, throat stuffed with his cock while she rubbed her pretty pussy all over someone’s hungry, hot tongue. 

He was too aroused just thinking about it. 

“I need you to send invitations to Dawn, Summer, Winter, and Spring for the end of the week,” he told that male with a lazy smile. “Invite them to my mating ceremony.”

“Mating ceremony?”

“What about those words were unclear to you?”

The room fell silent at Elain’s cold question. Lucien chuckled, brushing a long strand of hair off her neck. He waited for someone to answer her, well aware they wouldn’t. It had taken them long enough to get used to him—even after three years, he’d catch their flash of resentment.

They longed for Helion, who ruled with a steady, fair hand. Who had allowed the priestesses to remain at court, who had wanted peace above all else. Instead they’d gotten a half-Autumn lord burning with resentment. Lucien had banished the priestesses from court, had likely made a mockery of Helion’s once sacred home.

If he couldn’t have peace no one would. 

“Yes, Lady.”

That was that, at least. Lucien kept Elain in his lap while he listened to expenses and the problems in the city, just as he did every day. He appreciated that she was taking careful notes, her eyes sharp as she asked about names, places, and people. 

He was grateful for that, if only because he barely heard anything at all. His mate was in his lap. Lucien had never once held any delusions he’d have her. After declaring Night to be his enemy, Feyre hadn’t lied when she said he’d never see Elain. 

Now his fingers were tracing lazy circles on her hip and her ass was wedged against his half hard cock. She wasn’t protesting, wasn’t looking at him with those watery, doe-like eyes. She’d be his wife, bruising under his cock in six short days. 

A Seer.

It filled him with petty glee imagining Feyre and Rhysand wondering where Elain was. How long would it take them to realize she wasn’t in Velaris? Lucien indulged himself in daydream in which Feyre looked up from whatever mundane, derivative painting she was working on to ask Has anyone seen Elain?

And of course, no one had. He imagined their lack of concern—after all, no one had ever seemed terribly interested in Elain during his short time living among them. Feyre would maybe ask again later that evening. She’d look in all Elain’s usual spots without any worry. She’d turn up, right?

And when she didn’t, she’d send her winged bats to the street to search. Had Elain lost track of time? Or was she truly gone? Lucien wondered if Elain had left behind a note and privately hoped she hadn’t. The thought of the High Lord scouring his city under the cover of night for one missing female—one he’d kept locked up carefully, that he’d dangled over Lucien for years—made Lucien feel hysterical. 

How long before word spread? Before one of his courtiers sold the knowledge to Rhysand’s court? That Elain had come to him?  He hadn’t needed to do any scheming in order to put her in his lap. To put her on her knees. She did it all willingly, so desperate to escape her sister’s wretched, festering court that she’d do anything he asked.

Lucien was aroused just thinking about the furious letter Feyre would send in her shaky penmanship. And like he always did, Lucien would correct her grammar and send it straight back with a note that the High Lord could write him or not at all. Rhysand always made Feyre write to him and Lucien never responded. It was just one of their many silent battles. Feyre wasn’t High Lady—she was Rhysand’s cocksleeve dressed in a tiara, and when he died, it was impossible not to notice that Feyre didn’t get his rush of magic the way he and Eris had inherited Beron and Helions. Lucien often wondered who had inherited it, if only for those brief moments before Rhys was pulled back.

He’d often wondered if he managed to kill Rhysand, who would take his place. Now that she had offspring, he supposed their child would be crowned High Lord. He’d have to grill Elain about the dynamics later, but children as successors were easily killed. If Elain knew who was powerful at court, he might have some guess as to where the magic might jump—might know who to woo, who to build a tentative relationship with. 

He got his chance at lunch. He set Elain on her feet, offering her his hand as they swept from the room. 

“I’d like to dine in private,” he told his court. He was done, at least for the day, though he added, “I’d like to show my mate what Day Court is like when the sun sets,” before he ushered her out of the room.

Elain looked over her shoulder, eyes wide as the males behind Lucien chuckled. “Why are they laughing?”

“They think they’re going to see you naked tonight,” he replied honestly. Elain scowled. 

“Tell them they won’t!”

“How can you be so certain?” Lucien questioned in a mockery of innocence. Her pretty face twisted in a scowl. 

“You’d let your whole court look at my naked body?” she tried, clearly pulling on whatever alpha male nonsense she expected from him. Too late, Lucien wondered which of the bats had been fucking her while he’d been away. 

His steps slowed. “I’d let my whole court taste your pussy. I’d let them kneel before the throne and put their face between your legs while you laid in my lap.”

Anger flickered in those warm brown eyes. “I don’t want that.”

He shrugged. “Give it time.” 

Lucien led her to a private balcony, delighted there was already wine and fruit sitting atop the glossy white table. Their view overlooked the city of Rhodes—it was his favorite in the entire palace. Lucien had managed to carve out some small manner of peace in places like this. He could forget a lifetime of feeling worthless, of being lonely and hopeless and wishing he’d died alongside Jesminda. 

Elain slid her dress beneath her thighs, allowing him to pull out her chair and push her in. He could almost pretend there was nothing unusual about them. He wasn’t High Lord, about to marry her for purely political reasons. This was a normal lunch and not Lucien’s attempt to learn everything she knew about Night Court.

Elain was dazzling in the afternoon sunlight. “You need a crown,” Lucien murmured, thinking of his own carefully cataloged trove, and the pieces that would look stunning atop her lovely head. 

Elain arched a brow. “You sound sentimental.”

“About my wife?” he half joked, though he supposed when it came to his mate, he’d always feel a little softer than he should. She’d always be his weakness.

Lucien could make her a weapon, too. 

He waited for food to arrive before leaning forward on her elbows. Elain sighed, dropping a piece of melon onto her place. 

“Just ask, Lucien.”

“Tell me about the Night Court’s politics. All of it.”

She sighed, pushing her fork around her plate for a moment. Lucien’s stomach sank at the realization that while she might want to see Rhysand punished, she didn’t want to harm her sisters.

To him, Nesta was merely collateral damage. If she chose to remain, why should he concern himself with her? 

So he lied. “Tell me, and I’ll try and free Nesta, too.”

He remembered Feyre’s stories from Spring, after all. Unloved and uncared for by her elder sisters who preferred each other to her. Ferye was a lost cause. She’d thrown her hat in with Rhysand. Nesta, though…

“She had the same cauldron-blessed magic I did,” Elain told him with wide-eyed earnestness. “And she gave it all up to keep Feyre and Rhysand alive.”

Lucien hadn’t heard this story. He kept his mouth shut and his face free of judgment. Elain stared at her plate. 

“He kept it a secret from her—from us. His whole court knew that the baby's wings were going to kill her and he didn’t tell her. Nesta did, and Rhys threatened to kill her for it. And in the end,

Nesta gave up everything she got from the cauldron and for what? Wider hips? The ability to have Cassian’s babies and Rhysand's approval? I’ve never seen Nesta like she is, now. Quiet,” Elain added, looking up at Lucien. “She has nothing to say and I wonder sometimes if it's because she’s afraid to speak at all.”

“Is that why you left? Your elder sister was rendered silent?”

“I left because I know what’s coming,” she murmured, eyes back on her plate. “And I know one day Rhys is going to turn his gaze to me and wonder what the Cauldron gave—and how he might use it. I’m always silent, so I’m not a threat.”

“Tell me about his court,” Lucien prodded.

She held his gaze. He expected more silence, more dancing around the topic. Lucien personally did not care about Nesta’s plight or Elain’s lingering love for her sisters. He wanted to know who did what, what they concerned themselves with, and who their allies and enemies were. 

Elain took a breath and then began. Lucien had to conjure himself a notepad and a pen when he realized that Elain knew far more than he’d expected her to. 

Lucien wondered if he shouldn’t make Elain his spy. Send her back and make her his eyes and ears. He was tempted, listening to her detail Rhysand’s court under the mountain. It made him sick to think of her subjected to that, replayed against his own memories of Amarantha’s court. Women made to dress like playthings, made small and sexual for the gazes of masculine eyes, all while the High Lord laughed. 

Lucien listened until the food in front of them was cold and half congealed of his elder brother's absurd alliance and being gifted an object made by the cauldron. It was another problem he needed to deal with—Eris. Eris, who he could not trust, who was much savvier than Rhysand and Feyre. Who would guess what Lucien was up to before anyone else by virtue of having trained Lucien himself. 

Eris’s failing would be his belief that Lucien was a decent male who could be reasoned with. Maybe he had been, once. What had that gifted him, other than his neck beneath the world's axe? He and Eris had not spoken since the war concluded, which was how Lucien preferred it. His one small, lingering regret was his mother, who he couldn’t bring himself to face.

The silence spared them both.

At least, that’s what he told himself. 

“Would you go back?” he asked her casually, hating the idea even as he said it. It was practical, and Lucien needed to be rational more than he needed to have his dick sucked. He crossed his ankle over his knee while Elain scowled over at him.

“You think they’d ever let me out of their sight again? Winnowing was a secret.”

“Tell them I kidnapped you off the street to have my wicked way—”

“I will not.”

Lucien exhaled his displeasure. “It would be helpful to have a spy inside his court.”

“I would think you’d be used to disappointment by now,” Elain replied blithely, unaware of how tight he got every time she snapped back at him. 

“I have the sense those days are behind me,” he replied, letting his cruel smile unsettle her. Lucien stood, waving a hand towards the city behind her. “Spend your day as you like. I expect to see you in the throne room when the sun sets.”

“Or what?”

Lucien turned his back. “Find out.”

She vanished, leaving Lucien to return to his duties to court…and examine the new presence hanging like a fog in his court. Lucien sat atop his throne, bored and irritated and tight all at once.

Too often, his thoughts strayed to Elain and what she might be doing. There were few demands on his time—he could merely sit with his leg tossed over the arm of this throne and watch more and more of his court filter in, half dressed and eyeing him with interest.

They’d been promised a party, after all. 

Lucien perked up when his favorite advisor, lead scholar, and occasional steward of the city sauntered in. Hips swaying, golden hair a sheet of sunlight down her back, and an almost cruel smile on her face. Arina was just fun. 

She offered him a bow so low her breasts were in danger of spilling from her semi-sheer dress. He waited for her to climb the steps and sit herself at his feet like she always did. No one thought much of Arina, given how absurdly beautiful she was and how willing she was to be considered stupid—the High Lord’s pet.

“I heard you’ve brought us a new toy to play with,” she said, running a finger up the side of his leg. 

Lucien’s eyes drifted across the room, to one of the marble columns bathed in shadows. The setting sun had cast an orangey glow throughout the room, half blinding him.

“I trust you’ll give her the appropriate welcome.”

“Everyone is dying to taste her,” Arina half laughed, her eyes questioning. Lucien ignored what she didn’t dare speak out loud in favor of nodding towards his court. 

“If I let her off her leash, you’ll be the first to know.”

Arina pressed her mouth to his skin. “If we can’t have sex, let us have blood, Lucien.”

He waved her away, watching as she melted into the crowd of half dressed bodies. A goblet of wine was placed in his hand. Lucien waited for the sun to set, his eyes trailing the shadows of his throne room.

Elain was the last one in, halting when she realized there was still only one chair. She was far to over-dressed for the evening Lucien had planned. That might work to his advantage. He beckoned for her to come to him with two fingers, catching her sullen expression as she all but stamped up those steps. 

“There’s my pretty little captive,” Lucien crooned when she reached him. “Are you going to sit on my lap again?”

“You promised I wouldn’t be your toy,” Elain hissed, low enough only he could hear. 

“Did I make that promise?” Lucien asked, cocking his head as if he were in deep contemplation. “Or did you merely assume I would?”

Elain shifted her weight from one foot to the other. All eyes on her, waiting to see what she’d do. Lucien rose from his chair with a lazy grace, gesturing behind him. 

“Are you going to sit in my lap?” she asked breathlessly.

Lucien laughed. “Hardly. I’ll sit at your feet.”

She hesitated, but Lucien was committed to seeing his little show all the way to the end. He sank to one knee, and then the other, face level with her cunt. Elain sighed softly, plucking the golden goblet from his hand before sitting. Lucien, well aware she’d punish him in some form or fashion for what he was about to do, wrenched her knees apart so he could drape them over his bare shoulders. He sat between her parted thighs, lips ghosting the bare skin of her shins as he surveyed his court.

“Lucien–”

“I see,” he murmured, kissing the side of her knee. Elain didn’t protest, her eyes too focused on the shadowy corner of the throne room. “I promised my court blood or sex. Tell me, my lady. Which will it be tonight?”

“What do you mean?” Elain’s breath hitched in her throat.

“I could turn around, spread you out, and indulge in what I imagine is the finest meal I’ve ever had,” he began, pushing the hem of her dress further up her legs. “Or we could bathe this court in dripping, warm blood.”

“Are those my only options?” Elain asked him dryly.

Lucien turned to look up at her. “I suppose we could have both, if you’re feeling magnanimous.”

“How much blood, Lucien?” she whispered, leaning forward to ask the question in his ear. 

“How wronged are you?”

Her breath was warm against his ear. “Maybe you should ask yourself that.”

Jealousy burned through him. He reached up, holding her around the neck. “Did you fuck the bat?”

Elain held his gaze, a taunting smile ghosting her lips. “No. But I wanted to.”

“First a human man,” Lucien counted, irrationally angry with her, “and then a male more animal than faerie. Maybe I should show you how a High Lord fucks his female.”

Lucien pushed her legs further apart, nearly exposing her to his court. Snarling rage split the pulsating music just in time for Lucien to raise an almost lazy hand.

He speared shadow to the wall, watching as they writhed, desperate to escape the web-like spells that now bound them. Separated them from their master, who had taken off the moment he realized Lucien’s careful trap. The wards Lucien had dropped that morning slid back in place, keeping Azriel from returning—from taking Elain, like he’d planned…and from being reunited with the strange shadows that had always trailed him.

What would it feel like, Lucien wondered as he stood? Would it be like severing a piece of Azriel’s very being? His soul? Or more akin to Lucien’s lost eye. His whole court watched him make his way to the writhing mass, unable to escape the bright sunlight of Lucien’s being.

His general, Ajax, looked for Lucien’s command. He doubted Azriel would be captured, though he inclined his head all the same.

“Shred his wings,” Lucien murmured, well aware everyone was hanging on his every word. That was just petty—for Elain’s interest, for whatever had thwarted her desire to fuck him, Lucien would see his wings peeled off his back. 

Ajax vanished from the room, several sentries trailing just behind his broad form. Lucien didn’t bother to watch him go, halting just before the infiltrating shadow. What strange magic was it, he wondered? 

He raised his hand and swore he heard screaming coming from that dark mass of shadow. Light pierced through every inch of dark. 

“Lucien,” Elain breathed just seconds before they exploded in glittering, warm mist more akin to an early morning sea breeze than the mountainous shadow they’d once been. Droplets of blood rained over the marble floor, catching him in the spray.

Blood, just as he’d promised. The sight softened him—his hope manifested with blooming, bright red. Lucien exhaled, turning to look at a wide-eyed Elain. He didn’t know what he expected to see.

Fear, he supposed. Confirmation she thought he’d taken things too far, that she didn’t understand just how badly he wanted to see the Night Court bleed. Had he managed to trap Azriel in his web of spells, he would have disemboweled him on the throne room floor for everyone to watch.

Elain’s eyes were bright.

“Are they gone?” she breathed, falling into step beside him. Lucien ran his thumb over a streak of the warm, red liquid before smearing it against her lips.

“Sent straight back to Hellas,” he agreed, eyes sweeping over his curious court. The music had never stopped, though their dancing had. One look from the High Lord was all it took—the dancing resumed in earnest. The scent of sex bloomed in the air and Lucien knew it would be only a matter of time before it devolving into sweat slicked bodies touching, tasting, fucking. 

Elain surged upwards on her tiptoes, catching Lucien by surprise when that bloodied mouth slid against his own. Lucien had long imagined his first kiss with Elain—since the moment he’d realized he had a mate, Lucien had been curious what it would be like to have her. 

One chaste kiss was enough to set Lucien’s body aflame. Whatever lingered from Autumn roared through him, urging him to claim her right then and there. Her mouth was soft and sweet, despite the lingering copper tang, which only made Lucien want her more. 

Lucien reached for her face, holding her not so she had to look at him, but to keep himself steady. There was so much in flux–so much that made him anxious, that reinforced his feelings that he’d never be enough. Not her, though. Not then, as she looked up with those soft, dark eyes. 

“How long before we’re married, Lucien?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Not soon enough,” he replied, lowering his face for another wholly polite kiss. He almost believed he was a gentleman, despite the rapidly devolving party happening around him.

Despite the blood on his face, her lips, the floor. 

Despite the screaming on the wind. 

Vengeance, as it turned out, was sweeter than he’d first thought.

[ggadtomarry]

Happy birthday Tom! 🐍⚡

To celebrate, a Tomarry AU!

When Tom is 5 yo, Harry gets abandoned to the orphanage, too. He's a year younger than Tom. A frightened sad thing with green eyes and black hair. Tom maybe observes him with (maybe 1% less) usual disinterest. But then a week later, Tom is talking to his friends the snakes. The brat arrives, and Tom is ready to attack him to keep him from snitching... When Harry hisses *Hello* , too. And the snake hisses back.

And a part of Tom thinks he should be enraged, he's not super unique anymore. But the rest of him is just so so happy he's not alone anymore. He's not crazy, deluded, a monster.

So when the child offers him his hand, Tom takes it. And when the child gives him his candy, Tom takes it, mesmerized by his first gift. And so, incredibly, Tom offers him a toy too, one of those he fought for. And when Harry tells him of the freaky things he did, Tom in turn narrates his valorous deeds. How things fly, how animals obey to him, how he can defend himself if people are mean to him (they are always mean to him). One day Harry speaks about before the orphanage. He was with a family (Tom's jealousy almost strangles him), a very bad family (the hold lessens) with mean people who were mean. He slept under the stairs, he got starved, he got ridiculed, and hit, and he was always sad and frightened. So he wished very very hard. And now here he is.

Tom asks him if he wished to escape.

Harry tells him he wished to have a friend, so he won't be alone anymore.

Tom doesn't tell him that once upon a time he too wished for the same thing. Who cares?

So Harry becomes his. Tom tells himself he protects the child because he may be an asset. He hugs him because Harry whines if he doesn't get his cuddles. He shares with him his trophies because he needs to show his much strong he is. He's nice to Harry because he his one of his things, and Tom takes good care of his things.

But then Harry hugs him very tight and tells him "I love you so much, Tom", and Tom gets very cold. Like. Nobody has ever told him that stupid phrase. He wants to hear it, again and again. He wants to make Harry smile that very special smile which is only for him. He wants nobody ever to become Harry's friend. He wants Harry to come with him out of the orphanage. He wants his Harry to be his forever.

So time passes, and they grow up. Children are mean to the crazy kid and his freak of a friend. Children get hurt. Harry is still very nice. Tom is happy about it, Tom can be mean for both.

And when his 11th birthday arrives, Tom gets the news he's very special indeed. That Dumbledore is mean and scary, but what's the matter? Adults are always mean and scary. Tom has a very important question. His friend, a kid special like him, can he go to the magical school, too? And the old man seems very surprised. But he assures him, if he's magic, he will get a convocation too, on his 11th birthday.

When the mean man goes away, Tom tells Harry everything. He's very excited, he's very happy, he's his best birthday ever! And soon Harry will receive his letter too.

Harry is worried. He isn't special like Tom. Not so intelligent, not so strong, not so handsome, not so powerful. Maybe nobody will come for him. Tom tells him not to be silly. He's the most special boy Tom knows. They go to Diagon Alley together to celebrate, and everything is fantastic and they are so very happy.

And then the same old bad man returns and Harry gets his letter too. Harry tries to be in his best behavior, Tom told him all about the frightening man. The old man is a bit nice, however. Then he asks him lots of questions about Tom. If he hurts him, if he is scary. Harry tells him Tom is his bestest friend, he always protects him, explains school work to him, hugs him when he's sad. When they will be big, they will go away together and buy a super nice house with lots of books and a garden to play outside, and they will live together forever and they will be free and happy.

The women at the orphanage aren't nice and they hurt him with the belt once, he whispers. But Tom cuddled him and promised it wouldn't have happened again and it didn't!

When they finish, the old man asks to speak with Tom again. Tom is very rigid, Harry holds his hand and feigns to be very nervous.

"maybe I misjudged you, Tom. You are a good friend of Harry, I see. I look forward to see both of you to Hogwarts" And nobody ever said nothing like it to Tom.

So in 1st September they board on the Train, so very happy, so very nervous. And when a kid with super nice clothes points at them and makes fun of their old clothes, Tom punches him in the nose. They get to have a compartment just for the 2 of them, after that.

Tom is very excited, Harry too. They speak about their dreams, their hopes, their fears for the hundredth time. And then Harry tells him he loves him, and Tom feels even better.

(and if when they arrive to Hogwarts Harry gets sorted in Gryffindor and Tom in Slytherin, well, that's a story for another time!)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 24th

Festival

Ah, a slightly ambiguous one, I shall not lie.

Dedicated to @maglor-my-beloved and @arofili who have been great inspirations in my short writing career. ❤️‍🔥

Words: 718

Warnings: Sadness, ambiguity...Be advised, it's not Bad!Fëanor all the way

Ñolofinwë didn’t want to go.

He had pleaded his case with his mother – not daring to disturb his eminent father in his critical dealings with monumentally eminent dignitaries come from afar – but she had simply ruffled his braids and told him to wear the blue tunic and to make haste.

Biting down on his lip now to keep it from trembling with dismay, he looked at the gawky youngster staring back at him from the looking glass despondently. He hated those feasts where people kept milling around endlessly, chattering about this and that and – no doubt – looking upon him, that other, lesser son, with disappointment and disapproval.

Of course, he could not be like Curufinwë, nobody was, and nobody ever would be. 

Maybe, he thought desperately, if he pretended to be taken ill, they’d let him stay in his chambers; it was highly unlikely that anyone other than his siblings – his mother’s children, not Fëanáro, as he preferred to be called – would even notice let alone regret his absence.

“Ñolofinwë…” The bored drawl of the older brother he had just been musing about crept into the room like a venomous snake much too mighty to be wrestled into submission by a mere princeling. 

“Your mother desires to see you in blue,” Fëanáro went on as he stepped into the chamber confidently, “and I am here to fetch you. Why are you not dressed? Why is your hair not done?”

Shame flooded Indis’ son like an overwhelming, suffocating tide and he had to clench his fists to prevent himself from patting his half-undone braids helplessly.

“Come here, you fool,” the other commanded and – pulling the younger boy rather forcefully towards him by a slender wrist– he yanked a brush through the dark, silken hair that was so much like his own.

“I don’t want to go,” Ñolofinwë whined and bit down on his tongue as he heard how pathetically weak and shrill his words had sounded; no doubt, that son of his father’s, who stubbornly denied being of his kin, would now reprimand and mock him harshly.

To his utter surprise though, Fëanáro’s hands stilled immediately and he let them sink heavily onto the bony shoulders of the boy standing – tense and miserable – before him, staring still into the mirror at an awkward angle that only highlighted his sharp, handsome features into which he’d no doubt grow faster than the seasons could change.

Their eyes met and there was unlooked-for understanding in the flaming gaze of the eternal prodigy; an echo of loneliness and stubborn ambition resonated dully in the cool air of a room that was halfway between a child’s bedroom and a lord’s chamber. 

“We each have our role to fulfil,” Fëanáro hummed finally, pensive, “and we must do our father proud. Finwë has sired great sons and it is his prerogative to display them for all to see.”

“I am not great,” Ñolofinwë sighed, lifting his yet spindly arms to flap the wide sleeves of the overcoat he was shrugging into while his hair was no longer being tugged at.

“Not yet,” came the sombre, premonition-laden answer, “but – I well fear – that the day will come when the tides shall shift.”

That generous mouth which was the fountain of so much wisdom and cruel jibes tightened into a pale line of discontent and the brush returned, all the more vicious after this short reprieve.

“I shall be loyal to you,” Ñolofinwë promised under his breath, not sure if he wanted his brother to hear him, ashamed of the childish gratitude soothing his frayed nerves. The creature in the looking glass resembled a prince – thanks to his brother’s competence – and Ñolofinwë felt heartened by the sight.

“Let’s go down and be scions of a king,” Fëanor huffed in a choked voice as he wound the last silver ribbon around the end of an expertly crafted braid and righted the cloak around the other’s shoulders needlessly.

Despite his misgivings and innate jealousy, he held his brother’s slender hand encouragingly in his own as they descended the stairs and walked up to the big ballroom. 

Fëanáro – the great and mighty smith and inventor – did not know then that he had lifted a heart from misery and dejection and that it would be, for better or for worse, his forevermore.

@fellowshipofthefics we're almost done, almost...

I hope this will not get me into too much hot water lol read it as you wish...I love you all and I promise that I did not mean to force down your throat what you didn't want to read!

Lots of love

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[trickofheart]

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        share the top songs in your playlist that inspire/represent your muses the most. bonus points if you include lyrics to go along with it.

 1. Fine, Great - Modern Baseball

I'm guilty as charged for leading you on A lie that I know is easy to see But it's crucial to blot out any Signs that I might have feelings This way, you don't ask me, "How am I?" This way you won't force me to proceed With actually having to tell you my worries With actually having you give a damn about me You giving a damn about...

I hate worrying about the future 'Cause all my fucking problems are based around the past And I hate when you call me late at night Just to check in to make sure I got nothing to be sad about But it's alright, and I'm okay I won't need your help, anyway, ah, well I hate having to think about my future When all I wanna do is worry about everyone but me

2. Cops and Robbers - The Hoosiers

We want a revolution and we're baying for your blood We're laying down the law and your name's mud You like to be a member of the human race You want to be a good boy, but you couldn't stand the taste Blame Simon 'cause he said You've got two lives down and one life left Blame Simon 'cause he said You could think better with a hole in your head, oh You could think better with a hole in your head If we catch a criminal (If we catch a criminal) When we catch a criminal There's nothing we can do But play cops and robbers, cops and robbers If we catch a criminal (If we catch a criminal) When we catch a criminal There's nothing we can do But play cops and robbers (Cops and robbers)

3. Everything Moves - Bronze Radio Return

Stumble in, fight the spin If you don’t you’re falling on your face again Tumble down, roll around You know that everything is moving now Lately I, can’t decide, run or hide Oh and when I do, I’m sure I’ll end up moving too Suit and tie, sell or buy, laugh or cry What’s a guy to do, when nothing's standing still for you So many angles, so many lines So many ways to see the sunrise Everything moves, everything pulses Everything lies in the eyes of you Everything moves, everything pulses Everything lies in the eyes of you Everything lies in the eyes of you In the eyes of you, in the eyes of you

4. A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon

A mask of my own face I'd wear that, I'd wear that I'd wear that mask of my own face I'd wear that, I'd wear that I'd wear it on Thanksgiving and I'd laugh in the parade At all the people hissing, knowing I'm the one they hate And at the big finale I would tear my face away And smile as they grip their own and try to do the same I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? (Look into my eyeholes, tell me what you see) I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me

5. Social Cues - Cage The Elephant

I think it's strange when people say You're the next big thing, you'll never fade The slightest touch, forced to fold Sleight of the hand, modern gold Starry-eyed child left behind Choose your favorite vice I don't have the strength to play nice Hide me in the back room, tell me when it's over Don't know if I can play this part much longer I'll be in the back room, tell me when it's over Don't know if I can play this part much longer I don't know if it is right to live this way, yeah I'll be in the back room, tell me when it's over People always say, "Man, at least you're on the radio"

BONUS : Turn the Lights Off - Tally Hall

Don’t go in there, you’ll become one Freaky creatures, monster party Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers Tails and tethers, turn the lights off Bend the nightmare, you control it Artful dodger, easy does it Shut the closet, get under the covers Snakes and lovers, turn the lights off Everybody likes to get taken for turns To see how bright the fire inside of us burns And everybody wants to get evil tonight But all good devils masquerade under the light

Tagged by: Stolen like a Phantom Thief from @justpyre Tagging: Do it if you got a playlist

[jadeg93]

Love Triangle - chapter 1

I woke up to the faint smell of cinnamon rolls filling my nostrils before I could even open my eyes.

'Probably Sato' I thought to myself as I blinked my eyes open. The bright sun that was coming in through my window hurt my eyes at first.

After my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I got up and got dressed. Since it was a Saturday I didn't have to worry about wearing my school uniform, so I put on my favorite ripped jeans and a simple (F/C) tank top.

That sweet smell that woke me up grew stronger as I got closer to the kitchen. I was surprised that I could even smell it when my dorm room was on the fourth floor of the building. As I exited the elevator on the ground floor, I saw most of my classmates waiting patiently in the common area while Sato was cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

"Come on Sato! We're Hungry!" Kaminari said with a whine in his voice. I rolled my eyes at his words but had a smile on my face.

"Just be patient, we both know Sato's cooking is worth it." I said as I approached him and took a seat on the couch.

"Y/N! You're finally up!" Kaminari said excitedly, "Can you please tell Sato to hurry up?"

"I literally just told you to be patient." I said with a laugh. That's when I scanned the room, looking for a certain green hair boy. Denki must have noticed my eyes darting around the room.

"Deku's training." Denki said with his own eye roll.

"Makes since." I say with a small sigh and look down. I realize that they aren't in the same friend group, but I don't understand why he always acts like Izuku is a problem. Zuku and I have been together for a little over a year now and ever since I told Denki about us, he's acted annoyed by Zuku's very existence. I could feel Denki's eyes on me now, which broke me out of my thoughts. "What?" I ask him as my eyes rose to meet his gaze.

"When did you get hurt with that knife?" he asked in an uncharacteristically monotoned voice as his eyes starred at the new tattoo on my neck. I stared at him for a moment before looking turning my gaze to the window.

"Yesterday" I said, my tone matched his. I felt him shift in the seat next to me but before he could respond a loud voice came from the kitchen.

"Breakfast is served!" Sato proudly beamed from the edge of the kitchen. Without another word I rose from my seat and walked towards him with the others who were waiting. Denki who had been so impatient for food just a few moments ago didn't get up. He just slumped back on the couch and stared out the window, who knew what was going through his head.

He's probably pissed off that I cut myself again, but he knows this is how I use my quirk. I'm not doing it for fun or because I'm depressed.

'I wish Zuku was here.' I thought to myself as I grabbed a cinnamon roll from the tray. As if on cue, the front door to the dorm opened and walked in my handsome boyfriend followed by Todoroki and Iida. I smiled as his eyes connected with mine and he began walking over to me. As Izuku approached me he began to extend one of his arms to grab my hand but a someone roughly walked between us which knocked his arm away from me completely.

"Get out of the damn way nerd!" Bakugo growled as he passed us, "Some of us are hungry!"

Izuku just rolled his eyes then closed the distance between us. I smiled as he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. The kiss only lasted seconds before Iida began protesting it.

"Y/N! Midoriya!" He sternly said as his hands chopped the air, "Do we really have to go through this every day?" I giggled at his words but didn't look away from Zuku's eyes.

"No, no." I said when I finally turned my head towards him, "We get it Iida."

I backed away from Izuku and he grabbed a plate to get breakfast. I sat down at the table and took a bite of my cinnamon roll as I reflected on my surroundings. I watched all of my classmates and friends interacting with each other and couldn't help but feel a slight bit sad at the fact that this was our last year at UA. School just started last week but it already felt like the year was fading away quicker than ever before. My thoughts were interrupted when an empty chair slid out next to me and I looked up to see who would be joining me.

To my surprised it was Denki. I figured he was going to avoid me for the next couple of hours like he usually does when he finds out that I hurt myself again, but apparently, he is finally realizing that this is something I must do for my quirk.

"Over your hissy fit already?" I asked playfully as he plopped down next to me with a full plate of food. He gave me a glare as he took a bite of scrambled eggs.

"Well excuse me if it bothers me a little bit that my best friend has to fucking hurt herself just to use her quirk." He said in a hushed tone.

"It's not like I WANT to hurt myself Denki, but the only way I can control what tattoos appear is to hurt –. " Kaminari cut me off with a 'shhh' and glanced over my shoulder. I followed his gaze and saw Izuku about to sit down on the other side of me.

Denki knew that no one else knew EXACTLY how my quirk worked, not even Izuku. Thankfully, he helped me keep that secret.