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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 1 year

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Summary: You and Osferth are in love, but neither of you know the feelings are reciprocated.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), heavy angst, idiots in love (emphasis on idiots), Osferth being a manwhore and insecure (and Finan being his wingman), canon divergence (baby monk will NOT die), whump, PTSD references, hurt/comfort, fluff (promise), fingering, oral (f!receiving), and cockwarming (if you squint)

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It had been a long, long time since Osferth rescued you.

Months had passed, a year almost having gone by, your past soon becoming somewhat of a distant memory. With the help and support of your newfound friends, you were able to live life to the fullest. Of course, you still had moments when you were back in that horrid little village, but your mind slowly started to figure out that you weren’t in constant danger anymore.

Due to Uhtred’s decisions that you couldn’t really understand, you all had moved on from Coccham, traveling north to Rumcofa where it was always cold. It wasn’t all that bad, you did prefer the cold to the blazing heat when all you could do was strip down, and even that wouldn’t be enough. So the cold was a nice change.

You finally had your own little house, in a more secluded part of this new town, which you appreciated but was fearful of all the same. A part of you, a big part actually, just wanted to stay with Osferth.

It was soon after your realization that you were in love with Osferth, is when he inexplicably started to pull away.

You didn’t understand it. Based on his interactions with you, you thought he might’ve felt the same. He started to spend less and less time with you, opting that beginning to train with Finan again was better for you, considering your swift progress with the sword. And Finan had forgiven you pretty quickly after your accidental outburst, finding out that he was more understanding than you originally thought. But you wanted Osferth to train you. You wanted his smiles of pride, not Finan’s. You wanted his hands on your body when having to demonstrate the correct combat posture. You just wanted Osferth.

The night you watched Osferth enter his own house with a lady on his arm, your heart broke into pieces.

All this time you had been hopeful he’d see you the way you see him, but seeing this display just confirmed your fears. And the worst of it was, that you were still in love with him. Even when he never made for you, even if he ignored you sometimes, even if he preferred the company of ladies with loose morals, you were still helplessly in love with him.

It was inevitable, but your mind started to go to the darkest places. Did he never see you this way? Did he find you undesirable? Was it because of your past? Did the things that were done to you make him disgusted? Has he ever seen you as whole?

You thought back to the night he gave you his cross, fiddling with the silver absentmindedly. He used to always wear the cross, why would he give something so special to you if you weren’t in fact, special to him. So, what changed? Why was he never around anymore? Did you do something to make him this way? And if so, what could you do to earn his forgiveness?

It’s not like you could’ve known why Osferth retreated from you. He didn’t really understand it himself. The two of you were…perfect. You were so incredibly important to him. He loved you, that much was true. That’s why he couldn’t burden you with the knowledge of how incredibly difficult it was for Osferth to be around you without desiring you. Carnally.

It felt like all his thoughts, night and day, were about you. How you’d look beneath him, what sounds he could elicit from you with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He hated feeling this way. He hated that he felt no better than your former master, using you for his own pleasure whether you agreed or not. Of course, Osferth wasn’t actually doing these horrible things. But he thought of you, especially in the throws of his ecstasy, whether it was by his own hand or a woman of the night’s cunny. He was ashamed how often he needed to bed a woman, just to be rid of the aching feeling inside him whenever he gazed upon you.

Osferth could tell how confused and hurt you were by his actions, his arms becoming a safe haven of sorts. But he didn’t know if he could control his thoughts or actions in your presence, which is why he removed himself all together.

Osferth often thought what would happen if he came onto you like he’s so craved. He couldn’t possibly imagine you reciprocating his affections, so he thought of the worst case scenarios. You scream and cry, pushing him away and saying you never wanted to see him again. He thought of you being terrified to be anywhere near him. He thought of you seeing him as no better than her former master, and the idea often brought him to tears. So he decided, he’d rather you feel betrayed than scared by him. You could hate him, but he would rather die than have you scared of him.

So he continued to bed other women, pleading out your name when he reached his end, much to the dismay of these women. It wasn’t like he was doing this to hurt you, it was quite the opposite, he didn’t even realize he was hurting you until Finan talked to him one night. “You know she’s in love with you, right?”

Osferth blanched, his eyes widening at the mere idea that you could feel the same way about him. “What are you on about, Finan?” He asked, trying to make sure he heard him correctly.

“You’re mad if you can’t see it, mate. She’s obsessed with you, much like you’re obsessed with her. Can’t believe you’re still dancing around each other.”

Osferth blushed, much to the enjoyment of Finan. “I’m not…obsessed.” He almost laughed at himself with how clearly that was a lie.

“Thou shalt not lie, baby monk.” Finan teased, eliciting an eye roll from the younger man. “I don’t know what you’re so afraid of. Clearly, it can’t be rejection.”

“I don’t want her to be frightened of me.” Osferth admitted, making Finan furrow his brows.

“Why would she be frightened of ya?” He asked, concern etched into his features.

“Because I’m…I'm a sinful man, despite my best efforts. I’m so full of lust, it’s hard to even think.”

“You would force yourself on her?”

“No! Of course not! I’d sooner plunge my own sword into my heart.”

“And we know that. Everyone who knows you, knows that, baby monk. You’re scared of yourself for thoughts you can’t control. But you can control your actions. Just because you have bad thoughts doesn’t make you a bad person, especially if you’re appalled by these thoughts. Your mind just likes to fuck with ya.” Finan watched as Osferth pondered this, a pang of annoyance rippling through his body. “Talk to her tomorrow. If you don’t, I’ll kick your shins in.”

There wasn’t much room to argue after that.

The next morning, Osferth woke up with a sense of hopefulness, a shy smile decorating his face as he saw the run rise. His conversation with Finan really gave him some clarity, and he was terrified still, but he decided he didn’t want to live with regret. But first, he needed to gain your trust back and he just hoped you’d give him another chance.

Osferth fussed with his appearance for a moment before heading to your house, his pulse thrumming beneath his skin, his heart beating in tandem. He didn’t stop his pace, afraid if he slowed down he’d stop altogether. But when he saw you were already outside your house, sitting in a rocking chair reading a book, Osferth froze. He was always so stunned by your beauty, even doing the most mundane things like simply reading. God, he was so in love.

Osferth winced when a twig snapped beneath his feet, alerting you of his presence, watching as your head jerked up and made eye contact with him. “Osferth…” You whispered, barely audible but just enough for him to hear, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. The sound of your voice, it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders.

“My lady…” Osferth replied breathlessly, his voice wavering with emotion. “I was wondering if I could join you?”

“You want to read with me?” You asked in slight amusement, making him blush.

“I just meant, if you’d do me the honor of allowing me to be in your company?”

You frowned. ��Why now, when you haven’t wanted my company for some time?”

Osferth took a cautious step towards you, continuing when you didn’t shy away, sitting on your porch at your feet, looking up at you with the most remorseful expression he could manage. “I’ll tell you everything, my lady. But first, I just wish to tell you my absence had nothing to do with you. I’ve been…dealing with my own troubles. But every day I’ve been away from you, my life has been awful. I’ve missed you…so, so much.”

Unwanted tears sprung to your eyes, the pure emotion in his voice making your heart swell. “I’ve missed you, Osferth.” You bit your lip when your voice wavered, but it only caused him to gently take ahold of your hand. He still sat by your feet, looking up at you like you strung up the moon and stars in the sky, practically resting his cheek against your knee, the sight eliciting an inappropriate thought to cross your mind.

“I wish to tell you much more. The most important thing I need to tell you is…” Osferth exhaled a shaky breath, “is that I’m in-”

Screams echoed sharply throughout the village, Finan calling Osferth’s name, interrupting his confession and causing the two of you to stand on high alert. “Osferth?” you asked, frightened.

“Take your sword and stay hidden, alright? Promise me.” Osferth spoke sternly, looking into your eyes with such intensity that you agreed without hesitancy, following his instructions to the best of your ability.

A group of soldiers waltzed into the town, looking like they were on a mission, their swords already drawn. It took naught but a few moments for a fight to break out, blades clashing together and fists being thrown. They were separating Danes from Christians, killing any Danes, men, women, and children. You couldn’t just stand there and watch, you had to do something.

You had been in very few fights, especially fights like these, but your morals gave you little choice. When you saw a soldier strike a child to the ground, about to push his blade into their little neck, you struck first. Blood dripped down your blade, onto your hands, as you pushed your sword into the back of the soldier, the sound of the flesh being pierced making you gag. But you saved the child, bringing them back to their parents before moving on to help the next resident of Rumcofa.

If Osferth had the time, he would have been pissed. He told you not to get involved, yet you were. But he couldn’t blame you for that, in fact, it was nice to have another helping hand. He was good at multitasking, he thought, fighting off two burly men while making sure you weren’t in danger. Osferth was lucky, it followed him around, to being able to join Uhtred and his men to finding you in this lifetime, he figured he was the luckiest man around. But a person’s luck has to run out sometime.

Osferth exhaled a sharp breath as an excruciating pain resonated through his body, his mouth filling with blood as he fell to the cold ground. He heard screams, your screams, and suddenly he wasn’t thinking about the pain.

You shrieked as you watched the brute of a man shove his blade into Osferth’s side, his form crumpling to the ground. Rage overwhelmed you, and you didn’t think as you charged forwards. You couldn’t know what you even planned on doing but it didn’t matter. You felt like you had been stabbed yourself and all that was on your mind was getting revenge. And despite all your training, and the few soldiers you managed to get the best off, your mind was in the worst place, going on pure adrenaline with no thought behind your attacks. It wasn’t that surprising when the man knocked you out, stealing the sword from your hands and hitting your temple with its pommel, plunging your world into darkness.

All Osferth could do was watch in a panic as you fought to defend him, calling out your name as the attacker knocked you down, your eyes rolling back as you stopped moving.

Finan was sprinting to Osferth, but he yelled at him to make sure you were okay first, your well being more important to him than anything. And after a few moments, Finan deemed you alright, getting his wife to look after you for now as he kneeled beside Osferth with tears in his eyes. As Osferth felt his best friend’s arms around him, his fear and panic washed over him, drowning him. “Oh my God, oh my God, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” He cried, holding on tightly to Finan.

“No, no, baby monk. You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay. I won’t let you die.” Finan sobbed, screaming for help.

Osferth whispered your name, gaining Finan’s attention back. “She’s okay?”

“Yes, yes, she’s alright.”

“Tell her,” He choked, “tell her how much I loved her. Tell her that she was the most important person in my life and that I’m sorry.”

“Tell her yourself, you daft prat. You’re gonna survive this, I promise.”

When you came to, your first thought and first word uttered was, “Osferth.”

The last thing you remembered was Osferth getting stabbed, and you running to his attacker to make sure he wasn’t stabbed again. Much use you were, you thought bitterly, you couldn’t even hold your own against this man for more than a minute. Pitiful. But that didn’t matter now, all that mattered was making sure he was alive.

You ignored all the pleas and urges from Finan’s wife and other healers taking care of you and rushed out of your room, trying to find your friends. Finally, your gaze met Finan’s, and he looked distraught. No, you thought, you wouldn’t believe it. But before you could even open your mouth to speak, Finance answered your silent question. “He’s alive…somehow.” The Irishman spoke in a broken voice, clearly just as affected as you were.

“Can I see him?”

Finan nodded solemnly. “He’s sleeping, and probably will be for a while, Ingrith tells me.”

As soon as you walked into the room, you had to hold in your gasp as you saw Osferth’s state. He was so pale, from blood loss and the cold, you’d think he was dead if you hadn’t been told otherwise. “When will he wake?”

“We don’t know…” He sighed, making your heart drop.

“But he will wake?”

“That’s our hope.”

But he didn’t wake, not for more than a few seconds at a time, muttering incoherent words before falling back asleep, not even when the surviving residents of Rumcofa had to relocate where it was more safe. You didn’t sleep, you didn’t eat; all your time was devoted to making sure Osferth’s heart was still beating, putting your ear to his chest multiple times every single day, praying to every god you could think of to just let him survive.

It was only a few days after settling in a more secure place that Osferth did finally awake.

You were at his bedside, as you often were, reading to him and holding his hand, thinking that your voice might stir him. You almost fell off your chair in shock when you suddenly felt his hand weakly squeeze yours. Your head snapped up and saw that his eyes were already on you. “Osferth…” You called out softly, letting your book fall by the wayside to move to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. “You’re awake. At last.” Tears filled your eyes, falling down your cheeks and landing on his hand that you were now holding tightly, afraid that he’d fall back into unconsciousness.

Osferth spoke your name so softly, his voice cracking and hoarse from not using it for so long. “I must be dead, for I see only an angel before me…”

You chuckled tearfully, bringing up his hand to kiss his knuckles. “No, you’re alive. You’re alive.” You repeated, mostly trying to convince yourself.

“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, looking around the room he was in and furrowed his brows. “Where are we?”

You froze, unsure of how much you should say. You didn’t want him to faint from shock, but you couldn't lie to him either. You could never lie to him. “We left Rumcofa several days ago, everyone who survived the attack. But Uhtred is off to fight another war for Edward. They all wanted to stay until you woke, but…”

Osferth nodded solemnly. “What use would a man on the brink of death be, yeah?”

“They’ll be mad with joy to hear of your recovery, I’m sure. Especially Finan, he wept for you badly.”

“And did you? Weep for me?”

Your face flushed with heat, avoiding his gaze and instead fixing your eyes on your conjoined hands. “Yes…” You whispered. “I’ve wept every day since you were wounded. But you’re better now, awake and healing up nicely. Ingrith told me you might wake as soon as the fever leaves your body,” You placed the back of your other hand to his forehead, warm but not too warm, “and you feel fine now. Before, your skin was hot to the touch-” Osferth grabbed your wrist as you moved to pull away, eliciting a gasp from you. “O-Osferth?”

Osferth blinked, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. “Sorry.” He stuttered, releasing your wrist.

“I’ll go get Ingrith.”

“No! No…please, just…I’d like to be alone with you for a moment longer. If that’s alright, my lady?”

You nodded, a bit too eagerly. “Of course. I’d love nothing more.”

And stay with him you did, up until you insisted you tell Ingrith and had her check on him. The wound was healing nicely, a deep red scar forming over the stab. It really was a miracle that he was alive, the blade barely missing the vital organs the body needs to function. You don’t know what you would've done if Osferth had died, the thought making your chest tighten uncomfortably, panic overriding your senses. But all you had to do to rid yourself of those feelings, was to simply look at Osferth, gaining his strength back more and more every day and starting to walk without help.

Almost two weeks went by until he started to train again, though very carefully. Seeing grow stronger didn’t help ease your nerves as much as you thought it would, you figured you’d keep him on bed rest forever if you had any say. It took Ingrith assuring you that he was practically fully healed for you to stop fretting over him like a concerned mother. But Osferth didn’t seem to mind it all that much, a soft amused smile gracing his features every time you asked if he was alright. His answer was always yes, and he even told you not to worry so much, trying to come across as nonchalant so it didn’t seem like he was completely affected by your concern.

Osferth never did get a chance to confess to you that day, the fight in Rumcofa having such unfortunate timing. Though, you never brought it up, the fact almost making his insecurities come back and suffocate him. But he trusted Finan, and even though he was an occasional prankster, he’d never try to give someone false hope.

Osferth tossed and turned one night, thinking about you and his suspended confession. It’s ridiculous, why couldn’t he have gotten the words out quicker, rather than prolong those simple words. He said it to you every day in his mind, the words coming out so easily and repeatedly. Ridiculous. This was ridiculous.

As soon as the thought appeared in his mind, Osferth jumped up from bed. He knew it was entirely inappropriate, thinking about coming to you in the middle of the night, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he told you how he felt. And to his utter surprise, when he opened his front door, there you were.

It was raining, the droplets of water pelting the roof of the timber home, the occasional thunder rumble making the frames vibrate. And there you were, a wet and shivering figure, your clothes melding to you like a second skin; Osferth could see your breath coming out in quick and shallow puffs. Even in the dark with naught but a lantern that he lit to light his way, he could see the tears in your eyes, only a keen eye would’ve been able to differentiate the rain from the tear drops. His face immediately fell in concern, and it only took him calling out your name softly for you to collapse in his arms.

Osferth quickly pulled you past the threshold of the doorframe, bringing you in from the cold and holding you tightly to him, the uncomfortable feeling of his dampening clothes the furthest thing from his mind. “My lady?” He spoke gently, like he was trying not to spook you, “What’s happened?” You mumbled words incoherently, your face pressed against his chest muffling what you were attempting to say. Osferth had to pull you off, not completely, just to look at your face. “What was that?”

“You were dead.” You cried, “You were killed and I couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch!”

“A dream…” He realized, sighing in sympathy and pulling you back onto his chest. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay. Here-” He took a hold of your hand, pressing the tips of your fingers to the pulse point in his neck, the blood flowing through his veins, the throbbing pushing at your fingertips minutely. “Do you feel? And you hear by heartbeat?”

“Mhm.” You sniffled, starting to calm down in the soothing cage of his arms.

“See? I’m okay. I’m not hurt anymore. I’m safe. We both are.”

“I’m sorry…” You hiccupped.

Osferth shook his head, cupping your jaw gently and forcing your eyes to his. “Hey, none of that. It’s not your fault. Understand me?” Reluctantly, you shook your head, wiping away your tears with your already damp hands. And you shivered, your body suddenly registering the cold. “Let’s get you warm, okay?”

And in a matter of minutes, Osferth had lit a fire in his hearth, the flames roaring to life and eliciting a sigh of relief from you as you saw in front of it on a pile of wool blankets he’d spread out for the two of you. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, Osferth, truly. It’s just…when my mind showed me such a vivid thing-”

“I understand completely, my lady. I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same in your place. Besides,” Osferth grunted softly as he plopped himself down beside you, your knees barely touching, “I was about to come see you myself.”

You furrowed your brows. “Why?” And suddenly, Osferth was that same scared boy he was before he met Uhtred. He hadn’t meant to be so brazen, but he wanted to ease your mind so badly, he didn’t think you’d ever ask why.

“Uh, um,” Osferth swallowed thickly, his body becoming much too warm for his liking, “just wanted to check on ya, is all.” Liar.

“Oh…” You seemed to say in an almost disappointed tone.

Osferth sighed. Ridiculous.

“Actually,” He almost winced, his body, one thinking this was a good idea, was suddenly betraying him. No, he thought, he wouldn’t repress his feelings any longer. “Do you remember our conversation before the fight in Rumcofa?”

Your face flushed with heat, an achy feeling spreading in your heart. “You said you missed me.” You smiled softly at the memory, but your brows furrowed. “But you were trying to tell me something else, weren’t you?” Osferth nodded nervously, running his hands up and down his thighs, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. You playfully bumped his shoulder with your own, “Well?”

“I’minlovewithyou-” He gasped.

“What?” You almost squawked, his words jumbled and rushed, making entirely no sense to your ears.

But suddenly, Osferth grinned, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He said it, finally. That’s all it took really, just to get it out there to make it more easy to say. Sure, it wasn’t the best way to go about it, but he did it. “I’m in love with you.” And this time, he didn’t rush. In fact, it was the most clear and precise you had ever heard him. He took his time saying the words this time, savoring them, just in case it was the last time he could.

“You’re…in love with me?” You were looking up at him with wide eyes, an adorable childlike awe displaying in your expression.

“Yes.” He smiled. “Completely and hopelessly. I…have been, for a while now. I wanted to tell you sooner but, ya know.” He gestured to his stab wound. You felt breathless, your throat constricting as you tried to fight back another bout of tears. But Osferth took it the wrong way. “I’m so sorry, my lady. I knew there was a high chance you’d be completely repulsed. That’s why I tried to stay away for so long because I didn’t want you scared of me like-”

“Osferth.” Responding to his name and your touch to his jaw, turning him to face you, he didn’t see one trace of disgust or fear in your eyes. “I could never be repulsed by you, or scared. Why would you ever think that?”

Osferth blushed a bright red, the flames from the hearth making his skin look an even darker red. “Since I’ve decided to be so honest tonight…you should know I also yearn for you, my lady. Your…touch. But I also want you to know it’s because I love you, not because I’m some…lecherous sinner. Although, I suppose I am that too.”

“Why would you think I’d be repulsed because you desire me so?”

“Well, because…because…uh.”

You closed your eyes in understanding, nodding slightly. “If you think I’d ever be able to compare you, sweet boy, to that monster, you’re sorely mistaken. You are nothing like him. Do you really think I would’ve kept close to you if you had been?”

“I suppose not. I just never wanted you to feel like I’m pressuring you into something you don’t want…”

“And that, my dear Osferth, is why I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you too.”

Osferth’s eyes widened. “R-Really?”

You smirked. “Shall I prove it to you?” You’ve never really kissed or been kissed, willingly at least, so as you leaned forward, you prayed that Osferth wouldn’t laugh as you softly pressed your lips against his.

It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, the aspect of your choice in the matter only amplifying the sensation. And for Osferth? It was hard to keep in the whimper that was so desperate to escape him, but you pulled away, all too soon. You opened your eyes to see Osferth’s was still closed, his lips chasing yours with a blissed out expression on his face. He whispered out your name so softly, you could scarcely hear it. He sounded so needy, it lit a fire in your belly, much like the one still blazing in the fireplace.

“I shan’t ask for more, if you do not wish to give more.”

“I do, though, want more. I fear I want much, much more.” Your expression had noticeably darkened, lust filled, and Osferth had never seen this of you before. It wasn’t a bad change, though he was apprehensive.

“Are…Are you sure, my lady? I don’t want you to regret this. I’d hate for you to regret this.”

“I find that I have no regrets with you, sweet Osferth. Just promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“You’ll stop if I ask?”

“I wouldn’t dare disobey you, my love.”

“Good,” You leaned forward to give him another kiss, a bit more forceful and more sure of yourself, “because if you do, I’ll kill you with the sword you gifted me, baby monk.” You teased, making him giggle, the purest sound you would ever hear in your lifetime, you were sure. And this time, when you each pressed your lips together, it was filled with an altogether different feeling, charged and motivated, the thought of something more promising if you continued fueling your actions. It probably was because of the fire, but your body warmed and warmed to the point you thought your clothes would melt off your body if you kept them on any longer. “Can you help me take these off?” You asked shyly, gesturing to your still damp clothing.

Osferth’s eyes widened comically, that ever present blush on his face warming your heart better than fire in the hearth next to you. “S-Sure.” He stuttered, carefully and delicately removing each article of clothing (after asking if you were sure a few more times) until you were down to your bare skin. “Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are?”

You giggled, slightly self conscious. “I don’t think so.”

Osferth gently slapped himself. “What an idiot I am, huh?”

“You will be if you don’t take off your clothes too.” And with that, it was almost at the speed of light that all Osferth’s clothes were thrown into a pile of the floor, mingling with yours. You inhaled a breath as your eyes traced his frame, his pale skin making his battle scars more prominent, but you found that they made him more handsome. You didn’t mind that he was doing the same to you. “I don’t know quite what to do now…” You whispered, gently taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Will you help me?”

“Of course.” He replied back shakily, moving closer to you until you sat side by side, your exposed skin rubbing up against his, causing you to shiver pleasantly. “We’ll take it slow. I don’t want to rush this, not with you.”

Osferth maneuvered you so that you were laying on your back, him resting beside you, propped up on one elbow, his other hand gently running up and down your torso. Gooseflesh rose along your skin as his calloused fingers marked a path across your body, from your jaw, down between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach to the tufts of wiry hair at the beginning of the apex of your thighs. “I have to ask again, love. Are you sure you want this? Want me?”

You could’ve whined, but you maintain your composure, however much was left. “With every iota of my soul.”

Osferth leaned down to kiss you passionately, that whine you had been holding in finally coming out when you felt his fingers dip in between you already silk folds. “So soft…” He hummed, trailing kisses down your neck to your breasts, covering one of your pebbled nipples with his tongue, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were until now, his mouth sucking you in deeper as he slowly inched a finger inside you.

You moaned as he curled his finger, finding your sweet spot with inhuman ease. “Osferth…” You breathed, and he answered by gently tapping your sensitive nub with his thumb as he added another finger. “Osferth!”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked immediately, causing you to chuckle wantonly, his eyes darkening as he felt your walls squeeze his fingers.

“No, heavens, no. Please, keep going.” You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he continued his ministrations with an added ferocity that had you aching your back of the blankets, moaning and bucking into his hand. A strange sensation that you couldn’t quite put into words seemed to keep building and building in the pit of your stomach, your eyes rolling back each time a deep pang of pleasure resonated through you. And as Osferth kissed you roughly and added a third finger inside you, the building sensation spilled over; like a fire doused with gasoline, you ignited, flames licking you from the inside out as you rode out the glowing waves of ecstasy with little care how loud you became.

And when it was all over, Osferth was there to soothe your burns.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked softly, running his hand along the inside of your spread thighs.

“More than alright.” You smiled in a haze.

As you looked down, you couldn’t help but notice Osferth’s hardened length. You were surprised how it grew in size, always a wonder how such could fit inside a woman’s body. You absentmindedly reached out to touch him, a soft huff escaping his lips as you ran your hand along the silky skin. “We don’t have to do anything else, if you aren’t ready. I’m perfectly content having given you the pleasure you so deserve.”

“I told you I wanted you, Osferth. I meant that. I want you. All of you.”

Osferth pulled your hand away, kissing it before moving to settle in between your legs, the tip of his length prodding at your inner thigh before he guided it to your entrance. “Just tell me if you want to stop, for any reason. Promise me.” You sealed your promise with a kiss, nodding to him and he nodded back before very slowly pushing himself inside you, the both of you letting out gasps at the feeling. “Oh Lord above…” He groaned, bottoming out and stilling, burying his face in the crook of your neck, giving you however long you needed to adjust, but you found you didn’t need much time.

You whined, trying to cant your hips to get some very needed friction, but Osferth was too heavy. “Please…”

“I’m afraid…if I move so soon, I will not be able to last for very long, my love.” He spoke, his voice and body shaking. “I want…I need this to last.”

“Hey,” you lifted his head, looking at him lovingly, the flames of the fire shining in his bright blue eyes, “this will not be the first and last time we make love.”

“You don’t know that. I fear danger lurks around every corner now. We aren’t promised tomorrow.”

You kissed him, trying to push all his worries away. “Then make love to me as many times as you can.”

“Please?” He whined.

“Please.”

You cried out loudly as Osferth began to thrust into you wildly, moaning just as loudly with you, his cock hitting you in just the right places, the loud slapping of wet skin making your cheeks flush with heat. Your walls squeezed him perfectly, almost sucking him in deeper. Every ridge and every vein you could feel drove you wild, that same sensation building in you yet again. If you weren’t in such a pleasured haze, you’d be worried who might be able to hear you and Osferth, just from your moans alone.

“Oh, God, love. Feels so good. You feel so good.” Osferth groaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” And before you could reach another peak, he pulled out quickly, his warm spend shooting out of his tip, white streaks coating your stomach. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry.” He moaned breathlessly, his blissed out expression the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“You’re beautiful, Osferth.” You whispered, the borderline predatory look in his eyes making you shy.

“You almost came again.” He spoke apologetically.

You smiled. “It’s alright. You already took care of me once.”

“‘S not enough.” He growled, lowering his face to your weeping cunny and before you could ask what he was doing, the words were stolen from you as his tongue licked and sucked at your nub, your denied peak building back up rapidly at his talented mouth.

“Oh, Osferth…” You almost sobbed, overly sensitive but not enough that you wanted him to stop, and from the moans he released, it seemed he was taking as much pleasure from this as you were.

“Come for me, my love. Please.” He begged, his words and moans causing vibrations against your mound, the pleasure overwhelming and all encompassing, your peak spilling on his lips and tongue.

Osferth rested against your inner thigh, his hooded eyes watching your cunt quiver and spasm as you came down from your high, the urge to dive back in almost too overpowering. But he withheld, coming back up to lay at your side with a crooked grin. “Are you okay?”

“How many times have you asked me that tonight, do you think?” You teased, catching your breath and moving to lay on his chest, listening to the steadying beat of his heart.

“If you’re annoyed with how many times I asked? Then just enough.”

Needless to say, neither you or Osferth got much sleep that night.

By the time everyone else returned for Osferth, the pair of you were inseparable. Where you go, he goes, and vice versa. It didn’t take a genius to see how disgustingly in love the two of you were. And neither of you expected to get away without a little bit of teasing.

As Finan watched the two of you, his words escaped him before he could even stop himself.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

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ur-dad-satan · 9 months

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Double Trouble (shy!LevixF!MC)

4k words, 18+, MDNI please and thanks

Includes face sitting, tail fucking, oral, penetration, and grinding

There had always been something different about Leviathan when compared to his brothers. It wasn't something physical like his horrible posture, his tendency to shut himself in his room, or his obsession over anime and manga. It was something that MC couldn't put her finger on. At least not yet. It wasn't until this day that MC would find out what made Levi an outcast aside from the obvious.

MC's POV

Levi and I had been hanging out together all day in his room. We played game after game, watched a few anime episodes and now we were about to watch a movie. I ran and grabbed a fluffy blanket for us to share and prepared for the movie.

"Ready?" I asked Levi before getting in his tub-bed with him causing a light dusting of pink to tint his cheeks.

"Yeah. Let's watch the movie now." Levi pressed play, and we started the movie. A bit into the movie, I started to get uncomfortable and wanted to readjust but I didn't want to catch Levi off guard and freak him out.

"Hey Levi, is it okay if I snuggle up with you? I'm kinda uncomfy like this." I asked turning to look at Levi. His eyes widened a bit in shock before his face started to burn. In a shy voice he stuttered out that it was okay, so I shimmied my way between Levi's legs and against his chest. I was still facing away from him, so I couldn't see his face, but I somehow knew that he was blushing and trying his best to not touch me. I chuckled softly and moved to put Levi's arms around me, so he was more comfortable.

"M-MC!? What are you doing? Why did you do that?!" Levi asked. I turned a bit and saw that he was definitely blushing and looking away to not make eye contact.

"Getting comfortable. Is this okay?" I asked and snuggled closer to him.

"Ah. I guess this is okay..." Levi said sheepishly. As we watched the movie, I found myself readjusting a few times, and whenever I did, I could feel Levi's arms tightening around me. We were only halfway through the movie when I absentmindedly readjusted myself between Levi's legs when he let out a tiny gasp, squeezed me again, then put his face in my neck.

"Levi? Are you okay?" I asked suddenly losing all interest in the movie as Levi was way more important.

"U-uhm yeah. I-I'm fine. But could you please stop moving so much?" The purple haired demon asked in a muffled voice.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was moving a lot. I'll try to stay still." I really didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. We kept watching the movie for a bit longer before Levi was the one to start readjusting a bunch.

"H-hey, MC? Can I... tell you something?" Levi asked talking over the movie.

"Yeah, anything. You know your secrets are safe with me." I said kindly.

"W-well... you were moving a lot and... you were... you know, sitting between my legs and stuff. You uhm... you kinda..." Levi stuttered and trailed off. I turned around to face him, but as soon as he saw my face, his eyes grew wide as tomatoes, and he looked away quickly and once again, his face was flushed. My eyes scrunched in confusion, and I tilted my head a bit.

"What hap- Oh. I got you 'excited'. I'm sorry, Levi. I can leave so you can take care of... that if you want me to." I offered, tossed out my blanket, and started to get up to leave but he grabbed my wrist and became even redder.

"A-actually," Levi started. "Could you... stay?" he asked in a small voice. I felt bad because it was my fault that he got hard in the first place, but I couldn't say no to him. He was just... too cute when he couldn't make eye contact like this.

"Alright. I'll help you." I said and gently grabbed his chin to make him look at me. "But tell me if you need to take a break or if you get overwhelmed, okay, Levia-chan?" I finished speaking. His eyes grew wide for the third time, and he melted into my touch before nodding his head and allowing a goofy smile to slide onto his face.

"Thank you, MC." Levi said dreamily.

"May I kiss you?" I asked. He quickly nodded his head and let out a 'yes' before I gently brought his face to mine in a tender kiss. His shaking hands found the small of my back and my steady ones slipped to either side of Levi's face. We kissed for what seemed like a few minutes before Levi got the courage to pull me on top of his lap and put his tongue in my mouth. His tongue was rough and felt kind of scaly, but most surprisingly, it was two pronged like a snake's. I had heard people say that Levi was fork tongued, but I didn't know they meant it literally. I always assumed they meant that he was a dishonest person. I knew that didn't sound right. It wasn't long before Levi started to get needy and pull at my hips for a bit of friction for his erection.

"MC..." he whined into the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Levi until he gained the confidence to look me in my eye.

"Use your words, Levia-Chan." I said and watched Levi's face contort in shock and arousal. His face was hot, and he could only sputter. I let out a tiny laugh and leaned in to kiss his neck. As soon as my lips touched his soft skin, Levi sucked in a shaky breath and almost instantly transformed into his demon form. My lips danced across the purple diamond shaped marks on his neck.

"P-please. MC, I-I need... friction. Pants are... too tight." Levi panted out. He seemed to be absent mindedly gripping my hips so I grinded down against his bulge, earning a small moan from the purple haired demon.

"My poor, precious boy." I started in a soft tone. "Let's get your clothes off. Would you like that?" I asked in between kisses. I felt him nod his head and moved to look at him once again.

"Y-yes! Please, MC." His voice was thick with need. My hands worked their way to the hem of Levi's top, removing it in a swift instant. For a "shut in Otaku", he sure was fit.

"You're so pretty, Levi." I complemented. Every time his blush began to subside, I would stoke the flames of his cheeks. He looked away once more mumbling something about he's "not pretty" but appreciated it regardless. My hand found its way between us and I slowly started to palm his rather large bulge; he couldn't even try to hold back the soft whimpering moans that leaked from his delicious lips.

"Too... Too much c-clothes!" Levi moaned breathlessly. I kissed the top of his head in acknowledgement before I took my own shirt and shorts off leaving me in only my underwear and bra. My hands hovered over his pants buckle awaiting his full attention once more.

"May I take your pants off?" I asked. An embarrassed look spread across Levi's face before he nodded furiously. "Your words, darling." I reminded. I wanted Levi to tell me what he wanted. I wanted to hear his voice.

"Y-yes." Levi managed to squeak out. My hands slowly unbuttoned his pants. I tugged at them a bit but needed him to lift his hips. I readjusted myself so that my legs were on either side of his and leaned forward to kiss his neck and allowed my fingertips to squeeze his already exposed sides before I whispered in his ear.

"I need you to lift your hips for me, Darling." I said gently. Levi's breath audibly hitched in his throat. A shaky gasp erupted from his mouth, and he lifted his hips a bit. I pulled them down but let his underwear stay on. Not one, but two bulges awaited under the thin fabric for me. I wasn't surprised at Levi's double dicks, but I couldn't say the same at the sudden watering of my mouth. I leaned in to kiss Levi once more and gently used one of my hands to palm at one of the hard cocks. He moaned into my mouth, and I felt something long and scaly on my leg. I assumed it was Levi's tail and ignored it.

"I- MC, please take them off. I want..." His muffled voice trailed off into a moan and he grinded up against my hand. I let out a quiet giggle at how cute he is when he sounds so desperate. My nails tenderly ran up his neck and to his face causing him to lean into my touch; they went right back down, then down his side and stopped at the waistband of his underwear. I looked him right in the eye before speaking.

"Levi, are you sure you want me to take your underwear off?" I asked him seriously.

"Yes, I want you to take them off. I want... I want to make you feel good." Levi blushed. I kissed his forehead and hooked my fingers around the elastic waistband and gently pulled them down while Levi raised his hips once again. Realizing that he was completely exposed, his face burned, and he covered it with his hand. As I expected, Levi had two dicks. Both of them had scales on them and mimicked his tail with a gradient purple at the tip. Not even to mention the size of them.

"How did you want to make me feel good, Levi?" I asked. The purple haired demon finally looked at me once more and held my hips in place. A determined look replaced the embarrassed one on his face and he slid down till he was laying directly under my pussy.

"W-will you s... sit on m-my face? I w-want you to..." He trailed off in embarrassment. I didn't know he could be so forward; it was really hot.

"Are you sure, gorgeous?" I asked. I liked to make sure things like this are something that Levi actually wanted to do; not just something that he thinks I want him to do.

"Yes, ma'am." He said looking back up at me. He looked so fucking good blushing up at me from between my legs. I couldn't deny his request. I caressed his face before nodding and allowing Levi to move my slightly wet panties to the side. He lapped at and kissed my labia before dipping his tongue into my wet pussy. A soft moan bubbled up from my stomach and I absentmindedly grinded down against his mouth. Once again, I felt something scaly move up my thigh, and at this point, I knew for a fact that it was his tail. As his tongue moved in and out of my tight cunt, sounds of slurping, heavy breathing, and soft moans filled the room. As his tail snaked higher up my thigh, Levi moved his tongue from my wet pussy hole to my clit making me almost double over in pleasure.

"Fuck, let me, turn around. I wanna make you feel good too, Levia-chan." I panted between moans. He helped me readjust and I lowered myself back down on his mouth. I grinded against his mouth, then pumped one of his cocks before putting it in my mouth. I felt Levi shudder underneath me; using my hands, I stroked and pumped his other dick.

"Oh, my Diavolo! Your mouth feels so good!" The purple haired demon moaned against my pussy making it vibrate with every little sound he made. It wasn't long until Levi was bucking his hips up to get more stimulation, but I wasn't letting him off that easily. I pulled off of his dick with a pop and pulled away from Levi. I helped him sit back up and decided to tease him a bit. I straddled him in a way that my pussy was against his dick but couldn't go in. I captured his lips in a heated kiss once more. I allowed my hands to roam through his messy hair, down his neck, and finally down his chest before they made their way to his back.

Levi gathered his courage and pulled me closer, grinding up against me earning moans from us both. He then undid my bra and felt up my breasts, pulling away from our kiss to place nervous kisses all across them. For the third time, I felt Levi's tail move up my thigh, but this time, with purpose. It didn't stop like the last two times, it moved all the way up to in between where our genitals met. He pushed me up higher on his body and rubbed his tail against my clothed pussy.

"MC, may I please f... fuck you with my t-tail?" Levi asked. As soon as he realized what he said, he turned bright red from ear to ear. He didn't break eye-contact though. That's how I knew that he meant what he had asked. I stroked his damp with sweat hair and gingerly stroked his face. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes for a moment to savor this moment.

"Of course, you can, my precious boy." I said with a smile. "Take my underwear off." I told him. He nodded and his blush started to fade. He grasped the damp fabric and pulled them down and off of my body. My body was fully nude, and Levi looked at me with a hungry look in his eye. His hands gripped, squeezed, and kneaded my breasts while his long scaly tail wrapped around my upper thigh and rubbed against my pussy once more. The texture of his tail felt so good sliding between my wet pussy lips that I couldn't stop the moans from bubbling up out of my mouth. One of Levi's hands moved to play with my clit while his tail squeezed my thigh and continued to grind against my pussy making me wetter by the second.

"Does i-it feel good, M-MC?" Levi asked. His blush had returned ten-fold, and he retreated his hand from my chest. I rocked against his tail and let out another moan in pleasure before nodding my head yes. I felt Levi's tail unravel from my thigh and before I could say anything, I felt the tip of his tail penetrate me. I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head. We both moaned out a little louder as his tail went deeper. It was unlike anything I've ever felt, and I loved it. His movements were slow and deliberate like he was thinking about every tiny detail and trying his best to make it pleasurable. I looked down and let out a moan to get him to look at me.

"Ahh, Levi! You feel so... fucking good!" I leaned in closer, and his tail went deeper, stretching me out. Our lips met in a messy, wet kiss in which Levi's tongue found its way in my mouth. When our lips parted, Levi was caught up in the heat of the moment and licked my lips then my cheek. I don't know why, but it turned me on even more than I already was. A symphony of our moans and pants were the only relevant sounds in our ears. Before long, Levi's tail was quickening in pace, and he started to look frustrated.

"MC, I need... Can I... May I..." He grunted in between pants. He was struggling to say what he wanted to say whether from being so needy or being so shy.

"Take your - ah, time and... use your words, Levia-chan." I moaned in encouragement. His eyes lit up at the name and he looked me right in my eye.

"Please MC. I want to feel you on my cock." He said with the most confidence he's had so far. I moaned out a yes and he pulled his tail out after a few more thrusts. I turned a bit in order to comfortably ride him and aligned one of his cocks with my pussy before looking into Levi's eyes for one more piece of confirmation that he wanted this. I opened my mouth to ask if he was sure, but he grabbed my hips and gently started pushing me down onto his purple tipped dick. A moan from the deepest depths of my soul replaced any semblance of words that attempted to come out. Levi let out a shuddered breath that turned into a low moan halfway through. I didn't need time to adjust to his size, and even if I did, I didn't want to wait. I started to grind against his hard cock and felt his other one rubbing against my pussy. I knew I was a slut, but I could not fit two inside.

"Holy shit, Levi! You're fucking a-amazing!" I complemented. He blushed and shakily mumbled out a 'thank you' before squeezing my hips with his hands and guiding me to a rhythm that he liked. Once he found it, he threw his head back and made me bounce on his hard, scaly cock harder. Moans leaked from both of our slightly swollen lips. We worked in unison to get the best of both worlds pleasure wise. He loved when I went up so far only his tip was in my cunt, then slammed back down so it would plunge right back. I liked that too, but I loved grinding right after my ass slammed back down against his thighs with a loud 'slap' noise. While I was riding, I started to stoke Levi's other cock making him moan even more. I allowed a bit of spit to roll down my tongue and onto Levi's dick before stroking it; he seemed to like that. This pattern kept going until I decided to switch cocks. The one being stroked was now in my pussy and the one that was in me was now in my hand.

It only took a few minutes for Levi to become a moaning, whimpering mess as my hand pumped one cock and my pussy bounced on the other. His moans turned breathy, and his cheeks heated up once more; I knew he was close to his orgasm, but I decided to wait until he said as much. I didn't have to wait long.

"MC," Levi moaned out. He gasped in pleasure before continuing. "I-I'm getting close." His head lulled back in bliss. I leaned in to kiss him on his soft, pretty lips. Then I kissed down his neck and chest. There, I started to kiss, lick, suck, and gently bite his skin to leave marks. Any marks or bruises to form would be hidden away from prying eyes. No one would know that Leviathan, leader of Hell's mighty navy, Avatar of Envy, and third eldest of the seven demon lords would be walking around marked by a "lowly" human just under a thin layer of fabric. The very thought of him being mine made me so much wetter. Every little movement I made garnered a reactive sound from the shy demon fucking me like he had fucked a thousand times before. He hit every single spot perfectly and knew just when to push, pull, grind, moan, and thrust to make this amazing. It felt like his cock was made for me.

"Tell me when you're close, Baby. I want to edge you." I said breathlessly. Levi's breath quickened and he nodded his head in response. The more I grinded and kissed his neck, the more the moans left his wet lips. Though taking linger than I thought, soon after I spoke, Levi's breath quickened once more.

"M-MC, I- I'm so close." He moaned out in desperation. I smirked and got off of his dick making him whimper from the loss of contact. I positioned myself between Leviathan's legs and let him catch his breath before playfully putting the head of one of his dicks in my mouth. His breath hitched again and one of his hands found the back of my neck.

"Ah ah ah, you can't touch my head, my hands or yourself. Those are the rules." I said and stopped touching him so he would get the message.

"S-sorry," The purple haired demon blushed. I kissed his knuckles and placed his hands on either side of the bathtub. Once situated, I decided to really tease him. I put the tips of both of his penises in my mouth and messily swirled my tongue around them. Saliva dripped down my hand and his hard cocks to his pleasure. I took one out and decided to focus on them one at a time so I can make him last longer and maximize his pleasure. With only one in my mouth, my head bobbed up and down, moaning, and trying not to gag. I surprised us both when I managed to get the entire thing down my throat so that I was nose to groin.

Almost involuntarily, Levi's tail found it's way back to my soaking wet pussy and pushed itself in going deeper than it had before. My head seemed to go slightly fuzzy as I moaned against his cock. Levi started to get a look on his face where I knew he was about to cum so I pulled off of him once more. His breath was hard but steady. The pace and vigor of his tail did not slow in any way though.

"Ffff-FUCK, LEVI!" I accidentally yelled; my own orgasm neared. Levi probably figured out that I wasn't going to let him cum until I came and he was going to make sure that it was soon. His scaly tail was relentless and I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I knew how much Levi loved when I moaned in his dick so I put one back in my mouth and started to stroke the other. My mind was fuzzier than ever as the pressure built in my stomach.

"I-I love you... SO much, MC." Levi moaned out and that was enough to send me over the edge. My eyes rolled back and my body shook as I came long and hard. My loud moans were only muffled but the scaly purple tipped dick in my mouth; the vibrations from the moans seemed to send shivers up Levi's back and he shuttered. When my orgasm was over, I decided it was time for Levi to cum as well.

"You ready to cum, baby?" I asked. He nodded his head rapidly only for it to slowly fall backwards when I put the tips of both of his dicks in my mouth once again. I got as much as I could in my mouth and used my hands on the rest until Levi was whimpering. "Cum for me, Levia-Chan." I said now just stroking them. And that's exactly what he did. His moans and whimpers mixed together in pleasure as he too shook and came all over his stomach and groin. It took him a minute it come down from the sensitivity, but once he did, I licked him clean.

His blush, a permanent red stain across his face as he watched me look up and him through innocent eyelashes, and lap up every bit of cum spilt.

"You're so- so... Amazing... I-I MEAN! Y-YOURE NOT BAD! F-FOR A NORMIE!" He stuttered about.

"I love you too, Levi." I kissed up his body and stopped at his lips lingering there longer than the rest to indulge in the sweet innocence of it. I then kissed his nose and forehead before cuddling up with him.

We sat there nude, not really paying attention to the movie that we missed most of, just cooling off. Eventually, we started to get cold and I grabbed my discarded fluffy blanket and covered us up. The movie ended up ending and we just shrugged and turned the screen off leaving us in only the dark ambient light of his fish tank.

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jhkfan123 · 8 months

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enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 3

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✦iii.

A/N: this chapter is actually so rushed but chapter four is *chef's kiss* so i'm allowing myself to publish this.

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today was the day. no, not the day of rachels party. the day of your actors on actors interview. you were doing it alongside jenna ortega, who, while a bit younger than you, seemed to have a similar career. you were so excited. you had never met her before. you picked out your outfit, with the help of your stylist. you decided on a pair of black slacks, and a white sleeveless, corset top. a black belt with a gold buckle. bangles on your arms, and a gorgeous necklace stack. your hair was done nicely.

when you arrived on set, you were taken to meet all the behind-the-scenes crew. in front of you was a blank room, with two dark emerald chairs, and a table slightly off to the side. jenna hadn't seemed to arrived yet. you weren't really sure where to go. after meeting everyone, you were told that you had to go sit down in your chair. you were specifically directed to sit in the chair on the right side. when you sat down, you sunk into the chair. you adjusted your posture slightly. for a while, you just sat there until you finally caught sight of jenna ortega. she wore a white flowy long sleeve that was slightly transparent, as you could see her black top underneath. on the bottom, she wore plaid pants and high heels. you stood up to give her a handshake.

"hi, its nice to meet you. i'm jenna". she took your hand and shook it.

"hi! im y/n. lovely to meet you." you responded. she took her seat in the open seat across from you.

"alright guys so i'll tell you what's going to happen. so first you guys are just going to have your conversation, and then we will do some photos around the set, ok?" you looked around for where the voice was coming from, and eventually located it to a producer behind a camera. you both nodded. "alright, feel free to start." you guys looked at each other and the conversation just began to flow. the two of you seemed to really get each other. you had similar upbringings, and a scarily similar career.

after bonding for a while, you brought up filming locations. after your hit show, which filmed in london.

"i love london." she said. you agreed with her. london had always been one of your favorite places ever since you first visited as a child.

"so do i girl. I feel like if i didn't live in la, i would for sure live in london." you said. you saw her nod and agree with you.

"you know a lot of british people were working on the set of "wednesday" and they told me i have the humor of a fifty-something taxi driver in london." you laughed at her joke. this whole experience was very eye-opening. throughout the course of the conversation, you felt yourself making a new friend. the two of you were so similar, and you really bonded over things like this. you couldn't wait to learn more about her. next, you started talking about recognition. that was something you had struggled with. you weren't really sure how to act with complete strangers who approached you on the streets.

"you know, the thing about recognition, is that, these are total strangers. total strangers who are coming up to you and asking you for a photo, or a hug, or they want to give you something. and when they offer to give you something you are trained not to take it because you have no idea if its laced or if its dangerous. and its heartbreaking to see people's faces when you deny a gift because chances are it was perfectly fine and you just have to let them go. and while i'm happy to take a few photos, i still have this habit of feeling so horrible when i'm not able to take a picture with every single person who wants one. it makes me feel so bad. and not to mention the dm's i get on instagram." jenna continually nodded. "i mean, i get love confessions from people i've never even seen in real life. i get these messages from people, telling me that i saved their life!" you began to tear up. "and i just don't know how to react. do i respond? if i respond i feel like i have to respond to every dm i get. and it's much harder to deal with than anyone told you. it's almost a feeling of, not being real. people just kind of tell you things that you don't know how to respond. they tell you things they can't tell anyone else and its not fair that you have to deal with these things. you know, they trauma dump and they tell you about their parents who are hard on them and you don't know what to do. and everyone i talk to about this just tells you to 'be grateful that you even have these people doing this' to you and, i am but i can't be grateful all the time when i have people telling me i am their only escape from their abusive parents, for example." jenna listened the entire time. you wiped the tears in your eyes.

"i totally agree. like i just took down my instagram because it gets really hard. and i'm so grateful that i can be with my family who knows me for who i am and i don't have to worry about social media. but, um, yeah media training is someone no one really talks about," you agreed. "and it really should be talked about more because it's a huge part of maintaining your image." she said. you found her very articulate. she had the vocabulary of no one else you knew that was her age.

"ok well that took a dark turn. lets have a more peppy conversation shall we?" you suggested. she laughed and nodded.

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when the two of you had finished your interview, you gave her a hug. you had really connected with her and really opened up. now, you had to take a few photos. the two of you posed like there was no tomorrow. she was naturally photogenic, in your opinion, and the photos turned out great.

you left the set and drove away. today, you had made a spare of the moment decision to go meet rachel for lunch. you decided on south beverly grill, in beverly hills.

when you arrived, rachel was already sitting. you sat down and placed you bag down next to you.

"ok, tell me everything about the actors on actors." she asked. so, you spilled. you told her everything. how you got emotional, how you bonded, how you joked. it really made the whole experience seem surreal.

"don't you have yours in a few weeks?" you asked. you remember her briefly mentioning how she had been asked to do one alongside the little mermaid star, halle bailey.

"i do, i can't believe you remember that! i'm very excited for that, especially after your five star review of yours." she laughed. you joined her.

after the two of you ordered your meal, she brought up the party tomorrow night. "ok, so the party. it's going to be amazing. I have, like, a ton of new recipes i'm going to try. we are going to have drinks and music and a nice appetizer type thing." you thought of the party. and then you thought of tom. he was going to be there.

"yes, i really am looking forward to tomorrow." you were also looking forward to seeing tom. "i know how much you love to cook, so i know there will be absolutely no problem with the food. but i do have request." she looked up at you.

"yeah for sure, go for it." she encouraged.

"for the music, play jazz. i promise it will make the entire party much more classier." you suggested.

"i got it."

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #hollywood #fame #coriolanus snow #hunger games #rachel zegler

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whattraintracks · 2 months

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The Turtles and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

disclaimer, I do already know what's going on in this episode (me @ past me: stop reading fic about seasons you haven't seen yet!)

this isn’t the right takeaway from the intro, but I would love a TMNT-themed math test

burchos. wouldn't those be ground beef tacos?

the collective gasp when Leo talks back to Splinter is SUCH a sibling thing

watching this show is a funny mix of 'I'm engaged with this story and world' and 'hey! a tv fell on my little bro once, too!'

can't believe they killed off Klunk first

can’t believe Bishop flushed them out of the sewers like some kind of cartoony villain

. . . wait a second

actually though, I don’t get the revealing them to the world sitch

I thought his job was to take care of extraterrestrials and other alien adjacents so civilians didn’t find out about them?

Splinter @ Bishop: hey! don’t use that word that way

okay, his reasoning makes a lot of sense actually, I could see Bishop doing this

Let's get down to business to defeat turtles~

what the—why is there a very conspicuous arrow during the car chase?

and there's another one??

are these supposed to be normal street signs, and I'm reading into it, orrrrr

"show off" aww poor Raphy’s jealous

Green Menace, huh? wonder if this inspired Rise’s Mutant Menace

oh no! Not April and Casey!

Splinter seems onto it but tells them all to keep going? I'm not sure what his plan is to get them out of this. if he even has one yet

I feel like I should have thoughts about their different postures in this alleyway scene, but I can’t find any of them right now

well, that was an appropriately terrifying Shredder entrance

Splinter just walks away askdjdlsk

Raph!!

Bishop teaming up with Shredder?? now that really doesn’t make sense, given Exodus

aww, I love how, when Splinter tells them to join him in meditation on the astral plane, they turn their backs to the mystics to face Splinter in their usual meditation circle

Karai is filled with much rage

good episode! one part of me wishes I hadn’t known that it was a mystic attack going in, but another is grateful because I may have gotten pretty worked up knowing myself 😅

#s4 e8 bad day #tmnt 2003 #tmnt #whattrainofthought #all aboard the live blog #nothing became of the arrow thing by the way it was just funky and my brain was looking so hard for clues it made some up

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owls-and-bees · 1 year

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My first TMA fic :D

Title: the inherent romanticism of sour candy

Words: 2,007

Set in season 1 but there are small references to later seasons (no major spoilers)

Jon walks in on Martin having a panic attack and deals with it very well and is not at all awkward about the whole thing because he’s sooo good at feelings

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Jon stared at the screen in front of him, scanning over the many, many, words in the excruciatingly long email Elias had sent him.

Something about a noise complaint from the non archive employees, or maybe a noise complaint about the non archive employees?

Truthfully, he didn’t process a single word of it.

His leg tapped rapidly against the concrete floor, in unison with his hand, clicking the pen that had run out of ink when he was still in college. He kept it around regardless, mostly to click mindlessly, and he had long since tuned out the sound it made.

To put it simply, Jon was far in over his head.

“Take the promotion” He’d thought

“It’ll be fun!” He’d thought

He thought wrong.

It was bad enough that Jane Prentiss decided to make her dramatic reappearance, but of course it had to be in the form of an attack on one of his employees.

Because obviously a new job he was entirely unprepared for wasn’t enough stress! Why not throw a whole pile of worms on top?

Jon had begun to think that this was all just some horribly elaborate hazing ritual for the new archivist. Did Gertrude have to deal with worms too?!

Of course not, Jon had only seen the woman a few times but he was rather sure a gust of wind would be enough to knock her down. She was short and frail, (not that Jon was any different)

and as Tim described her “more cardigan than woman”

Sure, she was stubborn. But there was nothing that could convince Jon that the nutty old bat had ever actually dealt with an entity firsthand!

It had all just become a bit much, and Jon found it harder and harder to focus.

With Martin living in the archives, Jane lurking around somewhere (and sending the occasional ominous text message from martins phone), parasitic worms infesting the building, and of course to top it all off, Jon had to keep his assistants’ living situation hidden from Elias! Who would almost certainly disapprove of the whole affair. Even Jon wasn’t sure it was the best idea, given it probably broke several institute codes.

Jon leaned back in his chair, finally straightening his god awful posture. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sound that was somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a pained groan.

He turned his attention back to his computer, closing the half-read email.

‘It can wait until tomorrow’ he reasoned. ‘Not like I can focus on it in this state.’

He tried to ignore the weight that seemed to pull his eyes shut, and the almost silent clock on the wall that reminded him of how unreasonably late he had stayed.

That had always been a flaw of Jon’s, there would always be one or two more things left to finish before he went home, and those one or two things split into five or six. And the next thing he knew he was waking up at his desk in the middle of the night, with the imprint of a pen on the side of his face as evidence of his terrible self preservation skills.

He stood from his chair, decidedly ignoring the loud cracks that came of every joint in his body.

‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to check on Martin before I leave. Make sure he hasn’t burnt down my archive yet.’

He rolled his eyes at the thought of Martin scrambling to put out a fire, forgetting, in the panic, about the loads of Co2 extinguishers kept in the archive.

Not that it would be completely unreasonable, even Jon found himself forgetting that fire extinguishers can be used for more than killing worms. But he couldn’t help the slight chuckle that left him at the thought of Martin throwing his tea at a fire before thinking to use an extinguisher.

Jon placed a hand on the door to the archive room, but froze when he heard a noise from inside.

A gasp?

Oh god…

Jon’s amusement at the idea of a fire quickly turned to genuine dread. He pushed open the door, already prepared to reprimand Martin for having a flame in his archives. But was met with an… unexpected sight.

Martin was sat in the furthest corner from the door, his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His face, previously buried in his knees, was now staring up at Jon in a mix of panic and embarrassment. His eyes were red and cheeks tear-stained.

He didn’t say a word, his breathing still ragged and uncontrolled. But that look on his face was enough for Jon to understand the situation, staring up at him like he’d seen a ghost.

Any words that came to mind were lost just as quickly.

“Oh-” Jon froze, staring at his assistant for what felt like far too long. Before slowly, uncomfortably, and without breaking eye contact, backed out of the room. “I um…I’m sorry.” He spoke, his usual bluntness prevalent even now, as he slowly closed the door in front of him.

Jon leaned his head against the now closed door, cringing at his own discomfort.

Martin just stared at the door, unsure what to do after… that.

It wasn’t like panic attacks were completely new to him, but until now he’d managed to keep them outside of work. Away from Jon, who already disliked him at the best of times.

God… of course it had to be Jon who walked in! At least if it had been Tim or Sasha he could have been saved the pure humiliation!

It wasn’t like Martin ever had a chance in hell with Jon anyways, but he would have at least liked to keep a shred of his dignity!

What would Jon think of him after this? Did he consider panic attacks a fireable offense? Of course not! Jon isn’t completely emotionless… right?

Martin found himself spiraling once again. Now due to the thought of what he would say next time he saw Jon, rather than his experience with Jane prentiss.

He bit down on his lower lip, one of the more painful anxious habits he’d picked up in his youth. Images flashed through his mind of any and every potential scenario that could arise when he saw Jon again.

But before he could properly freak out, the door to the archive creaked open again, and Jon stood in the doorway.

This time, however, he walked in. all the way over to Martin in fact, and sat down beside him.

“Jon, I- I um”

“It’s fine.” He cut Martin off “you don’t have to explain yourself, I understand.”

“Alright.”

Martins reply was soft, it made him feel even more pathetic than he already did.

“Here.” Jon placed two items between them.

One was a cup of tea, the other was a bag of… sour candy?

“Oh, uh thank… you?” Martin was a bit confused, but appreciated Jon’s strange attempt at comfort regardless.

Jon let out a sigh, he kept his eyes trained on the floor, trying to save Martin the embarrassment. Or maybe just to save himself the discomfort…

“sour candy helps with panic attacks. I read this article the other day. it’s quite interesting actually, I’ll send it to you. Sour candy shocks the senses and knocks you out of the fight, flight, or freeze state. Interestingly, mint has a similar effect. I would recommend reading up on it if you have the chance. It would probably be good to keep mints or gum on hand, just in case.”

Jon stopped speaking, realizing now that he was infodumping on his coworker In the middle of a breakdown.

“I uh, I thought they might help.”

Jon finally looked back to martin, who stared at him like a deer in headlights.

It took a moment for martin to process that Jon had finished speaking, but when he did he gave the man a small smile.

“Thank you, Jon. Really, I appreciate this.”

Martin's breathing had returned to normal now, and Jon’s presence had already served to ground him, but he took a candy anyways.

Then, a sip of the tea. The warmth seeped through the cup into his hands, further solidifying the feeling that he was safe here… with Jon.

He smiled fondly at the mug in his hands, he knew Jon probably just grabbed the closest to the front of the cabinet, but the thought of him picking out martin's favorite mug intentionally warmed him more than the drink.

Martin didn’t often go for floral teas, but this was from Jon, so for all he cared it could be oolong and he’d still treasure every sip.

“Lavender?” He mused

“Yes. Lavender helps to regulate the nervous system.”

Martin gave a soft chuckle at Jon’s usual bluntness “no, I know that. I just didn’t realize we had any.”

“Ah, we don’t. I keep some in my office.”

Martin gave a small hum in response, only now considering it a bit odd Jon had sour candy and lavender tea in his office. Or that he just had this knowledge of panic attacks on hand.

“Jon… do you-” he cut himself off, trying to find a way to phrase his question that wouldn’t be overly intrusive.

Jon was still his boss.

Though he had probably broken the boarders of boss/employee decorum when he started living in the workplace.

“Hm?”

“Have you… been having panic attacks?” Martin asked, his tone laced with concern.

Jon sighed softly, something that almost seemed like a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Do you never worry about yourself?”

Martin started to speak, but realized he had no defense against the accusation.

“Alright yes, point taken.”

He should probably drop it, but Martin didn’t like the idea of Jon suffering alone.

“Still though, have you?”

Jon let out a soft nose exhale, the closest thing to a laugh martin had ever heard from Jon. “Yes, from time to time. but that’s nothing you need to worry yourself over.”

“Fine, please take care of yourself though?”

“Only if you can promise the same.”

Jon smiled, it was small, but still there. And more importantly, it actually seemed genuine. And it was one of the most beautiful things Martin had ever seen. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat, or five.

It wasn’t like the man never smiled, but more often than not it was the forced kind that never reached his eyes, the smile he used for group pictures and conversations with Elias.

But this? This smile was one of fondness, it seemed. But who knows, maybe Martin was just reading too far into things again, he did have that habit when it came to Jon.

He stared at the other man, ever-present infatuation knocking at his heart as he tried his best to memorize the sight, quickly as he could. assuming, rightfully, that Jon wouldn’t let a soft moment last long, because of course he couldn’t.

Jon placed a hand in front of his face and cleared his throat.

“It’s late, I should probably go home. Are you… going to be alright?”

Martin smiled at Jon, his eyes filled with pure adoration. “Of course, I’ll be fine. Get home safe, Jon.”

“Will do. I’ll see you tomorrow Martin.”

Jon stood from his place next to Martin, heading to the door.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Oh- Um… I’ll send you the article, i-it really is interesting, I promise.”

“Looking forward to it. Goodnight, Jon.”

“Goodnight, Martin.”

Martin had heard his name from the other man countless times, but he had never heard it spoken so softly. Like the words might break if said with any more force.

The sound of it was divine, ringing through martins mind like a melody.

The door clicked shut, and Martin raised the mug once more to his face, and hoped for the life of him that Jon hadn’t noticed the pink hue that dusted his cheeks.

#I’m so normal about tma #should I write more jmart fics??#they’re my sillies #the inharent romanticism of sour candy #jmart fic #jmart #jmartin #tma jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #I’m still new to posting fanfics on tumblr fjjdjdj #owlbee #owlbee writing

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getvalentined · 11 months

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What are your thoughts on the First SOLDIER trio(Glenn, Matt, and Lucia)?

To be completely blunt, I'm not a fan.

I've got a long-winded and spoiler-filled explanation that I'm putting under a cut, but to put it simply I hated them to start, but I'm comfortable putting up with them now. The story is going to have to do a fair measure of work if SE wants me to do more than put up with them—but I admit that's entirely possible, because the narrative and characterization shift in Chapter 5 impressed me so much I actually want to see where things go.

As stated, I started out pretty much hating them, because their whole dynamic seemed super forced (to put it lightly) and it felt as if the narrative wanted me to see them as fun quirky people while they're running around assisting in literal genocide. That's pretty fucking bad. The FS trio aren't lifelong victims of Shinra's propaganda machine like the cast of CC, either! Lucia is clear from jump that Shinra is in the midst of wiping out the Rhadoran people and that's why they're likely to be violent, and they're justified in that response; she doesn't like it, but maybe they shouldn't have turned on Shinra and then they wouldn't have this problem. Glenn is not only okay with it, he kinda seems excited to get into it. Matt poses himself as perfectly comfortable with the whole affair.

In the first three chapters, these characters come off as genuinely evil people under a thin veneer of extremely forced hijinks.

Glenn referred to Refu by the name of Shinra's propaganda mascot and then declared that he was going to shoot him to death in order to create a diversion. Matt subtly noted to Glenn that they were probably going to have to murder the kid that just saved their lives because he appeared to be Rhadoran. Lucia and Glenn both referred to native Rhadorans as monsters.

Glenn doing the mission to get money for his dying grandmother, who is implied to be his only living family, was almost good! And then it was immediately revealed that the only reason he doesn't have money is because he gambled it all away when she went into the hospital. His refusal to refer to Matt by anything other than a nickname that he obviously hates and asks repeatedly that he stop using was almost worse. The fact that Lucia fucking trained him and he's ordering her around because "I'm the leader!" is literally repulsive.

The narrative seeming to push that all of this is okay because these are the main characters and they're friends so they're allowed to treat each other like literal shit and also they're Funny! so it's okay that they're behaving like actual monsters? That made the first three chapters of First SOLDIER a teeth-grinding, sickening experience that I'd like to never repeat.

The revelation in Chapter 4 that they aren't actually really friends, that Glenn chose Matt and Lucia to come with him on the mission because they trained together and he doesn't seem to really know anyone else? That was good. That was genuinely good, and I appreciate it. The slow building implication that their horrible behavior has been them trying to out-posture each other was also very good, to the point that I assumed it was wishful thinking on my part—until Chapter 5, when Sephiroth does what they never would have, and they react with appropriate horror.

The sheet gets ripped off and it's proven that no, they're probably not evil, they've just all been trying very hard to be the biggest badass in the idiot brigade, and actually that's extremely fucked up. And now there's someone here with more skill than they could possibly match and more trauma than they could possibly comprehend, and their stupid posturing is literally the reason that a kid like Sephiroth is in this position in the first place. Because they insisted that they could do the job without batting an eye, but they were never capable of that level of atrocity—and so Sephiroth, who has nothing but Shinra, has to clean up the "mess" they left. He has to do the hard part, because these shitty adults have been more interested in how they look than how they actually operate.

That? That was fantastic. Sephiroth's massacre and explanatory tirade and subsequent breakdown was brilliant. The response was excellent.

I appreciate the narrative twist, and I'm interested to see where it goes from here. Their interactions and behavior in the Halloween event have given a slightly better look into their actual behavior, and I think they may actually be interesting people! They may be fun characters! I want to see who they are now that they're done pretending they're totally fine killing children, pets, et cetera.

I still don't like them, but I do understand them, and I'm eager to see where they go from here. They may even win me over eventually.

#FF7EC #the first soldier #FF7FS #fandom ramble #I guess #fandom vent #kinda

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anzynai · 4 months

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Guess who’s back again~ ✨

Hopefully not too late because time zones confused the crap outta me!

For the three hundred followers event could I request a Drabble with Rook and Vil? Where Vil’s upset about something, whether it’s a bad roll, Neige, or just having an off day, and Rook decides to cheer him up the best way he knows how?

Best of Luck on the General Vanrouge card!! If you haven’t already gotten it, and have fun writing!!

and here’s the last drabble for my 300 event! thanks for the request citrus-sharkpup (MWAH MWAH) i really enjoyed writing this and i hope u enjoy it just as much teehee

also, u already know this BUT WOOO LILIAS CARD IS MINE NOW!! im sure it was def the good luck u sent my way LOLLL

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vil sighed. rook poked him in the side, resulting in a gasp from the other. vil whipped his head around, sending him a glare.

“what was that, rook?” vil asked. “i am not in the mood today.”

“of course, roi du poison. i would never wish to make you feel worse,” rook assured, placing a hand over his heart. “i notice that you are upset. may i try to cheer you up?”

“cheer me up? don’t bother. i am feeling fine, in fact.”

“ah, but that is a lie, my dear vil. your eyebrows are slanted 10 degrees, you have sighed approximately sixteen times, and you have “checked” your nails three times more than usual.” rook explained and vil would have felt much more creeped out if he hadn’t known what rook was like.

“you’re so strange,” vil sighed, rolling his eyes.

“i prefer eccentric. the fact of the matter is, you’re not feeling your best. i can remedy that.”

“oh?” vil raised a brow, no doubt that he would regret entertaining rook like this. “how so?”

“tickling, of course!” rook declared and vil averted his eyes.

“tickling? don’t be ridiculous.”

“oh, but why don’t we try first? i assure you it works much better than you would assume,” rook added, a feign calmness in his posture. his eyes, on the other hand, revealed a hint of hopefulness. vil looked at him, thinking. sure, rook was.. weird, but vil trusted him.

“…..fine.” rook lit up at that but it was barely noticeable. at once, rook began to tickle vil, venturing the sensitive spots on his body.

vil didn’t bother to conceal his laughter. after all, rook already knew he was ticklish.

“heheheheah!” he giggled, breathless and pretty, exactly how one would imagine him to laugh. rook had told him before that his laughter was one of his favorite sounds.

“ah, like music to my ears.” rook continued poking and pressing at vil’s ribs as if it were a piano, which felt horribly sensitive.

“rohoohok!” vil giggled and rook chuckled at him.

“yes, roi du poison?” when rook actually responded, vil realized he didn’t know what he was even wanting to say. so, instead, he said nothing, any words he may have had replaced by giggles.

rook kneaded his ticklish skin with precision and the experience he had was obvious. it made vil wonder if tickling was something rook had done often.

“ahahahaha!” vil giggled, feeling lighter as the minutes passed by. rook never made him hysterical, which he enjoyed, and was very gentle in a way that really did make him feel better. guess tickling works after all.

#tickling #twst #twst tickling #twisted wonderland #lee!vil #ticklish!vil #ler!rook #rookvil #jai’s drabbles #jai’s 300 event

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ragsy · 3 months

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Heeheehoohoo round two

Skin, torture, wound for dogmark and Kenny and

Alone betrayed and bound for Dillion

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Mark: got that one heeeeere

Kenneth: he's pretty comfy with himself, actually. like, he had five years of complete isolation with no companionship except his own brain. all his personal demons that are left to bother him are the ones that relate to other people.

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

Mark: yeah probably some of the shit his ex put him through would qualify as torture (both physical and psychological). he'd never torture someone else though-- if he's causing someone pain it's a side effect of whatever defensive process is running in his animal brain, not out of any intention to cause pain.

Kenneth: he's kinda being psychologically tortured right now due to being trapped in a nightmare realm, but aside from that... no? and no!!! MY uncle kenny??? he would never torture someone else!!!!

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Mark: this may be surprising by looking at him, but he's pretty resilient when it comes to physical injury. he can take a pretty bad hit and keep running/fighting etc. while his adrenaline is still high, but once the fight or flight response has dissipated, he'll go full Defensive Wounded Animal mode. approach slowly and calmly or he may fear bite you. probably the worst wound he's suffered was getting a shotgun slug in the leg by someone who thought he'd killed their friend.

Kenneth: physical wounds are weird. while he was in the Other Place, he was in some sort of physical stasis loop where, if something happened to him that should have killed him, he just respawned in the next Room exactly like how he was when he first got trapped there. so out of any injuries he sustained there, it was the physically disabling ones that caused him the most grief. he was so numb by the end of his stay there that anything else just became background noise. that being said, the worst wound he's ever suffered was from a car accident in his late 40s. his knees are still kinda fucked from that, too

Sir Dillion:

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Dillion spent a good amount of time completely alone after his home kingdom fell. He fucking hated it!! Who is Dillion, when not being perceived by others? Who is there to posture for? Who is he without the mask?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

not sure about having been betrayed, but as for being the betrayer, he DID let laffy drown that one time. so like. you know.

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

hmmmm, probably not, actually? he never like. actually saw any active combat during his time as a Knight of the Realm or Whatever, and his only involvement with any sort of war was running away from it.

#ragsycon exclusive #entropyking #oc sir dillion #oc kenneth #oc dogmark #ask meme

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spicywarl0ck · 1 year

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Hello! I'm FINALLY remembering to send a DADWC prompt! OK, can I ask for Fenris/Male Hawke, number 6: “Nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you and loving you for who you are”

Thank you for the prompt. This one sounds familiar, but I can't remember if I answered this already or not xD So I just wrote it again for @dadrunkwriting <3

“Venhedis.” Another bottle hit the wall, leaving a stain of dark red liquid against the stone. It wasn’t the first one, according to the pattern that slowly began to build on the wall, the glass shards of the bottle laying on the ground beneath it and reflecting the light of the torches.

Fenris must have burned through Danarius' fine wine quicker than he thought.

“Am I disturbing?” Hawke asked with a raised dark brow, amber eyes warm as the fire got reflected within them though.

A pair of large green eyes looked at him, lips pressed into a thin line, and brows arched in surprise. The gauntleted fist flexed momentarily, shoulders easing their tension when he took an almost inaudible breath.

“Hawke.” he tried not to sound surprised or embarrassed, yet… a little note in his voice and a slight flush on the olive-coloured skin told him more than the elf would have most likely wanted him to know.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d come by at this hour.” he coughed slightly, avoiding his gaze for just a second before his posture eased up again. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“If I am honest… I thought there might be something I can do for you.” Garrett answered; Fenris's puzzled expression told him this was not the answer he would have expected.

“You know… finding out your sister is still alive and all of that… it must be overwhelming,” Hawke added, watching the elf's expression darken.

“I am still not sure Hadrianna spoke the truth… She was desperate to save her life.” Fenris's eyes momentarily darted down to his gloved fist, clearly remembering how he drove it through her chest to crush her heart. Yet, there was no joy on his face.

“I just wanted to let you know… I understand why you did it.” Garrett said quietly, knowing better than to touch the spiked and broody elf at the moment, which was why he kept his distance. “She tormented you, right?” he asked softly.

“I really wanted to spare her….” Fenris's voice echoed across the room, fist clenching while he still looked at it, shoulders slumped. “I really did, but… I just… I couldn’t…” he didn’t finish the sentence, his voice heavy with guilt.

“It’s alright.” Hawke was on his feet within a minute, his arm stretching out hesitantly but soothingly. “I understand,” he added, stomach tingling when Fenris looked at him. How had he never come to realise how beautiful his eyes were?

//Oh whoa, slow down, bad timing, Garrett// he told himself in his thoughts, trying not to look too much like an idiot when his lips twitched into a warm smile.

“She… did many horrible things to you when you were still a slave, right? I think it’s only natural that you want your revenge somehow. I know you gave her your word and broke it, but… I also think it shows what kind of man you are feeling guilty about it in the end.”

“How can you stay as calm as that?” The elf asked him in return, dark eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You watched me killing her… how can you still believe I won’t do the same to you?”

“Because you are a good man. And nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you… and loving you for who you are.”

Hawke spoke those words without realising what he had said initially, only for him to slowly grasp it when he saw Fenris's eyes widen. He had just made a complete idiot out of himself., and there probably was nothing he could do to undo it.

“I.. uh… You know what… Don’t mind me.” Hawke scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I actually just checked on you… and you seem to be fine, throwing your wine bottles…” he added, just before cold metal brushed over his bearded cheek, followed by a pair of soft lips against his.

“Shut up,” Fenris whispered against them before he claimed them in a long kiss, sweeter than anything he would have thought, causing a wave of butterflies to rumble in his chest. “I love you too,” he added softly, his warm body pressing into his and making him feel all content.

#dragon age fanfiction #dragon age #prompt #dadrunkwriting #dadwc #fenris/mhawke #fluff #malehawke/fenris

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chrisodonline · 2 years

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @herveiwfromthefloor

1. Are you named after anyone?

That’s a debate actually! Am I named after my dad’s ex-girlfriend? Or am I named after his cousin? Or am I named after a combination of both? WHO IS TO SAY?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, I definitely teared up earlier. I know I’ve cried recently, though. It’s not uncommon when I feel ANY kind of strong emotion.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope x1000

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sarcasm? Me? That neverrrrr happens.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm, I’m so bad with faces. I think their hair color usually so I can try and remember their names. When I meet two people with the same hair color at the same time? Good luck to them! They will always be the same person to me no matter how different they look in all other respects!

6. What's your eye color?

Deeeeeeeep brown.

7. Scary movie or happy ending

Happy ending. Don’t you dare give me a scary movie. If it is spookier than SO WEIRD, I am OUT.

8. Any special talents?

I don’t know, man. What’s a special talent? At work I’m good at remembering things, and I am excellent at forecasting well enough to foresee problems and pre-solve them, if we’re going for LinkedIn skills and talents. I like to imagine I have some writing talent. But is that special?

9. Where were you born?

[REDACTED] IYKYK -- but it’s Deep South.

10. What are your hobbies?

Hahaha. Does procrastinating count? I like to do different types of crafts, write, and watch TV shows only to rewatch them 1,000 times.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes, my two cats. I love them even if they are stinkers. Ollie has needed a lot of attention lately.

12. What sports do you play/ have you played?

For some reason, my parents let me play T-Ball, softball, and even basketball. I sucked at ALL of them. Each year of T-ball led to a permanent, physical scar. And I didn’t even get those injuries during actual games. Just practicing.

13. How tall are you?

5'4 -- though that’s debated, too. I’m on the lower end and have horrible posture.

14. Favorite subject in school?

K-12? English. (Maybe Math comes second.)

15. Dream job?

If I could write -- or actually help people write -- all day long, that would be great. (I like helping people workshop their ideas and things, and I did want to be an editor when I was leaving high school. Did not happen. Obviously.) I would also not be mad about crafting all day, though I know that as a business can wear you down. If I had to dream super big, I have always wanted to have the job that Frankie has on Community, where you just go in and help people fix their problems. I don’t think it’s a real job, but I want it. I do it all the time at work already.

Tag 15 mutuals (but it will be less for me):

I think most have done this??? Not sure. I’m just going go to through my activity list.

@aprylynn @sonyarebecchi @sspaz1000 @sharktofu @raccoonsmate4life @densi-obsessed @levy-tran @liar-or-lawyer

#z things #tag game #thanks for tagging!!!

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themculibrary · 2 years

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Miscommunication Masterlist

and you needed someone to show you the way (ao3) - SailorChibi bucky/steve/tony T, 24k

Summary: Tony knows what the team really thinks of him. It's a delicate balance: they tolerate him because of his money and his toys, and he gets to stay on the team and fight with them. He's okay with that. So long as he hides the fact that Steve's and Bucky's names are written on his skin in the most embarrassing act of one-sided love affection ever, everything will be fine.

It just figures that a fantastically stupid villain, a kidnapping plot and a video camera will bring Tony's well-kept secret out into the open.

Assumptions Makes An Ass Out Of You And Me (ao3) - misbehavingvigilante steve/tony M, 11k

Summary: In which Tony thinks Steve is an Alpha but he never actually asks and the ensuing chaos that happens because of this one (1) miscommunication.

Been There, Blown That Up (ao3) - GwendolynStacy T, 68k

Summary: After Loki’s defeat and his fall from the portal, Tony starts preaching about a murderous purple titan out to get them in the depths of space.

Wait. What?

On the other side of the universe, Nebula loses her cool approximately two seconds after laying eyes on Thanos and finds herself on a wild chase through the galaxy. Now, where exactly was that pathetic piece of rock Terra again?

Brave as a Noun (ao3) - edema_ruh M, 161k

Summary: Some people think that Peter is Tony's son. Why shouldn't they? Peter seems to be orbiting Tony all the time, and it's not like the billionaire tells him off. They have a nice relationship - Peter is glad to have a father figure, and Tony cares for the kid as if he's actually his son.

The first problem regarding this arises when the people who think that Peter is Tony's son kidnap him for ransom.

The second problem regarding this arises when one of the people who kidnaps Peter turns out to be Mac Gargan, the Scorpion, and he's hungry for revenge.

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) (ao3) - aloneintherain T, 3k

Summary: Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

“Spidey, they’ve got reinforcements. We’ve hit a bit of a snag here, and I don’t think anyone will be able to help you for a while. Think you can sit tight while we deal with this?”

The pressure on his lower back and legs was becoming too much. Peter swallowed thickly, fighting down panic. He could handle this.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I can do that.”

Fractures (Filled With Liquid Gold) (ao3) - itsallAvengers bucky/tony T, 63k

Summary: Ultron happened. The Avengers left.

Tony is fine with being alone again. He always worked better as a Lone Wolf than a team player anyway. He's not sleeping or eating or resting or... living, but it's fine. It's good. It's okay.

And then there's James.

Home (ao3) - fadedlullabyes, Silver_Moon_Lit_Forest clint/steve/tony M, 11k

Summary: When Steve realizes he's fallen in love with Clint and Tony, who are already in a relationship with each other, he tries to escape his emotions by taking a vacation. Things go terribly wrong when he's kidnapped by people who have no idea he's Captain America. In the aftermath of his rescue, he finds out that Clint and Tony's feels weren't that far from his own.

In Deep Water (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: The Avengers want a pool. Tony can arrange that for them. He can. The thought doesn't fill him with horrible, daunting dread and crippling fear.

Not at all.

(Or maybe denial does more harm than good)

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) (ao3) - mokuyoubi peter/wade, steve/bucky E, 42k

Summary:

There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new. [[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]] [Don’t make an ass of yourself.] “Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point... OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

Kidding Around (ao3) - MusicalLuna T, 25k

Summary: Tony may not be the most self-aware guy in the world, but there are a few things he knows:

1. Iron Man and Tony Stark are one and the same, 2. he’d make a terrible father, 3. and his teammates don’t trust him.

So naturally, he’s the only man left standing when Loki ages them all back to toddlers.

This is going to go well.

Master of Communication (ao3) - somanyfeels (orphan_account) steve/tony T, 10k

Summary: Tony didn't like being touched, on the rare occasions he wanted physical contact he would initiate it. It was how things were, how it had always been, and he was fine with it. His new team didn't know, they just kept touching and Tony wasn't quite sure how to ask them to stop.

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 14k

Summary: Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.

It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.

But he's not jealous. Honestly.

One more stupid fight, then I can kiss you (ao3) - Neverever, Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle) steve/tony G, 5k

Summary: Steve and Tony have just began dating - but after an interdimensional monster from beyond the stars attacks Tony, Steve gets very pouty and very passive aggressive.

Will their honeymoon phase survive this?!

pink raspberry cosmo (ao3) - graveltotempo loki/tony T, 269k

Summary: It's the last night of the Millennium.

Tony Stark's plan is to score a night with Maya Hansen, listen a bit to her research and have a fun little night.

But then he meets Loki, a handsome Prince from a faraway land, and the timeline is veered completely off course.

seeing the world through your eyes (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 9k

Summary: Sometimes Tony does things that Steve doesn't really understand. Turns out, there's a reason for that. But it's not really one that Steve is all too aware of, what with him being from the forties and all. Back then, they would've called it laziness.

Now, apparently, it's ADHD.

Steve's still got a lot to learn about the future. And his boyfriend. But never say Captain America isn't up for the challenge.

Star Spangled Spider (ao3) - Red_City steve/tony, clint/natasha M, 18k

Summary: Steve and Natasha are bros.

Steve likes Tony, Tony likes Steve. Natasha likes Clint, Clint likes Natasha. Too bad Tony and Clint think Steve and Natasha are dating.

Or, the one where miscommunication and assumptions add a whole lot of unnecessary (and delicious) angst.

The Only One (ao3) - rupertgayes peter/wade M, 70k

Summary: Tony Stark has some suspicions that one of his employees in R&D is sneaking tech to his competitors. He definitely doesn’t like Deadpool, but the regenerating degenerate is reliable - so long as the price is right.

Wade Wilson has been trying to emulate Spider-Man and get out of the merc business for a few months now, and happily takes Stark up on his offer. He even gets to brag to his role model/crush about how he’s been trailing his mark, a nerdy college student named Peter Parker.

Thorns for Flowers (ao3) - Valkirin T, 7k

Summary: Hawkeye don't mind working with Daredevil, really. He's a good guy to know and clearly cares about Hell's Kitchen.

Clint Barton would like Daredevil better if the guy was a little less ableist about Clint's hearing loss.

what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more (ao3) - hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes), starksnack steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: Steve thinks they're dating. Tony thinks they're in a relationship. Angst ensues.

You're Looking a Little Stark (ao3) - Midnight_Clover miles/peter, pepper/tony T, 52k

Summary: Peter Parker is just an intern at Stark Industries. Or, rather, that's what he wants everyone to think. But after meeting Tony Stark for the second time in his life, change gets launched his way left and right. It takes time to accept these changes and understand them, even longer to accept them. He's not used to having someone care about him like this since Ben died.

Or:

The one where Peter is Tony's intern and then falls in love with Miles while Miles falls in love with Spider-man.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #miscommunication #miscommunication masterlist #masterlists

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Everything You Ever | Malyce MM.4 | ATTN: ALL

Malyce could only listen in horror as everyone began to break down who he was. The horrible, conniving, selfish brat of a man, too cowardly to follow through. Too sick to avoid this darkness. Every action has led himself here. How could he even try to fight back? How could he defend himself? His body stayed rigid as everyone accused him. Jeering, judging eyes, hoping to string him up and bleed him out, ready to plunge the daggers into him. He couldn’t help but look away.

Part of him wanted to cling to the idea that maybe.. just maybe… things will be okay as long as they don’t proceed. That he’ll still have Yua, and Warrick, and Abbie, and Kyousuke… He’ll still have the people he loves so deeply. Maybe if he can extend this period just a little longer, he can pretend that they ever loved him in the first place.

Why was it here that he finally felt loved?

♪♪♪

After years of rejection. After decades of negligence, being in the shadows, and always coming up in last place… Why was it here that someone actually saw him for who he was? Or… who he wanted to be.

Marion Faustino wasn’t always this pathetic. He had dreams of acting, before he was shot down by siblings who cared all too little about their baby brother encroaching upon their territory. His dreams of dance were staunched by bad posture, and average balance. Every movie he made was neither good nor bad critically. Middling grades, subpar excellence wrapped in a fine bow. The runt of the family, the one forgotten in family portraits. Was that why he had so many of himself on his walls? Everything Marion Faustino believed in his life was that he was simply okay. Just okay.

How would you feel if everything you’ve ever wanted to be was simply… average..?

Yua’s words bring him comfort. Just say he didn’t do it. Just say that he was innocent, that maybe the crazed contractor was Kaede, or Tommy, somehow. Maybe it was Jo, who knows..? A shaking hand reaches for Yua’s own, fingers entwining with the other’s. He was always so calm when it came to protecting Malyce. He was anxious, stressed, and scared of how others viewed him, but when it was about Malyce, he was a protector. A prince, guarding his heart. Yua shouldn’t have to protect Malyce. Lips mouth words to his friend and love as he squeezes his hand.

… They deserved everything. No runarounds, no pointing fingers, or red herrings. These people who surround him like a pack of wolves catching up to the last injured deer deserve the truth. They deserved his blood. They had earned it… But was he ready? Would he ever be ready? He closes his eyes as the final words fall on his ears, and he begins pouring out his heart in his mind.

I’m sorry Mom, for disappointing you again… You always saw the good in me, even if there wasn’t anything there.I’m sorry Dad, for never becoming the person you thought I’d be. I’m sorry to everyone I’ve hurt. I used to think I had earned it, even knowing what I was doing was wrong. I’m sorry.I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for everything.

Malyce stands up to his feet, pushing his body, every muscle in him screaming for him to stop. His hand weakly lets go of Yua’s, leaving him behind. He shouldn’t be watching him like this with so much care he has in his heart. The tears begin to cascade down his face, words spilling out urgently as he attempts to find some footing amidst the chaos in his mind. He has to tell them. He needs them to know. He can’t keep playing this stupid game!

“It’s me! It’s all me! No one else! I’m the fucking contractor, okay?! I thought your lives were worth throwing away, a-and for what?! Some stupid half baked dreams? That could never make up for what I’ve done! It could never replace the lives I’ve stolen from you! The price to pay was always too high to meet…”

His words continue to spill out of him as Jo and Warrick’s words echo within him. He’s their friend. He cares for them. They believe he’s strong..? How could he be strong, when all he’s ever done is cling to those who are strong for him? He found the strength in those who didn’t care for others’ opinions. He imitated those who pushed their physical health to the pinnacle, and tried desperately to be just like those he admired. All that love and adoration, corrupted by envious green eyes. The same eyes continue to cry as everyone’s words finally hit his heart. Eri’s disappointment, Abbie’s faith… it was all well intentioned, but the person these words went to was not the person they believed in.

“I’m everything you all say I am! I’m a monster! I’m a villain! I was born this way and I can never change! There was never a chance for me! Warrick, stop trying to defend me! I tricked you! I hurt you! You’re dead because of me! Yua I’m… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry I’m not who someone half as great as you see me as…”

Malyce steps foward, his hand balling the fabric of his shirt over his heart. How does he begin to explain? What does he say? How does he say goodbye before Max kills him..? Will he get to say goodbye before Kyousuke’s bullets tear into him? He’s been preparing for his death, but no one can really tell you it’ll be easy when it happens. He attempts to take another step, only to find black goop catching his foot, slowly crawling up his leg.

“Huh…? Wh… What is this..?”

♪♪♪

He begins to panic as he watches the black goop crawl up him. He staggers back, only for more goop to catch his other foot.

“Stop..! Stop! I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to play this game! T-Tell it to stop!”

His pleas fall on deaf ears as it quickly moves to encase him completely. He sobs and struggles as he seems to have no control over it. Soon enough, Malyce has been completely covered in the black sludge the counselors has grown accustomed to. It hardens like an egg shell, and everyone is left in silence.

Then slowly, green cracks begin to glow within the “shell” of the tomb that’s been made for Malyce. Heat radiates off of it to those closest to where he once stood. The cracks continue to spread, creating small chunks of hardened black ichor that begins to break off. The air grows heavy as everyone present continues to watch this display, but it isn’t long before the shell finally bursts. The debris falls to the ground, spilling out on the town square brickwork, as Malyce rises to his feet once more.

Of course. This was a game. This was a show. This was for his entertainment. Of course Malyce had to come with a costume change. He stands straight, bringing a now gloved hand to his bejeweled chest, raising his other hand into the air. A look of regret and shame cover his face, green eyes glowing. The air above his raised hand heats up before exploding into a small bulb of wispy green magic. From the bulb, a leather bound book blooms, pages fluttering back and forth. Five flames circle behind him, creating a pentagram, and his envy that pushed forth his own corruption wilting away to the greatest guilt man has ever felt. That very guilt now fed the power that holds him now. Truly a Faust in namesake and in his defeat.

The Director, Marion “Malyce” Faustino, stands before you all.

His soul withers away as he realizes his clock has struck midnight. A voice echoes as he opens his mouth, a small chorus surrounds all of you.

“Apologies mean so little in the grand scheme of things, I know this. Please… let me try and change what I’ve done. I’ll tell you everything. I’ll answer any question I can. I’m under the same restrictions Niko is, and cannot share anything about the other one, so let me bare my own soul here….”

Emerald eyes cry glimmering tears as he looks to everyone.

“Please… I don’t want to hurt anyone ever again.”

#ch6 #trial #malyce #submission

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OJOS ASÍ.

pairings — bonten!kurokawa izana x female!reader.

warnings — idk how to describe this but dhghahjgdjaf fluff? a bit of ch*king?? yn's friend had a really b*d girlfrind too. a bit of y*ndere-ish behaviour?

word count — 1.9k

notes — luneee!!!! ilysm, okay?? no words can describe how much i love your writing!! and thank you for you request, i hope you'll like it <3 also this is kind of a songfic? it was inspired by the song ojos así, by shakira. also, this is a repost bc idk from time to time tumblr decided to be junephobic.

tagging — @manjirosgrl @tooweirdforyou @1900-aria @etheralyonn @rayfuyu @chronic-claire-universe @aqualesha @winterv-black @dai-tsukki-desu @aftermxxn @danceafternoon @sureconfused @sanzuhachoo @furiousturtlespyfire @softbajis

it all started when his eyes first laid on you.

you weren’t even supposed to be in that club. you had college classes the next morning, but you thought you needed to support your friend who recently was going through a horrible breakup — her ex-girlfriend was crazy, it was what you said to her. you never liked her, and after the break-up, you started to loathe her. your friend told you how hypocritical she was, always demanding time from your friend but not being committed to the relationship. or how, now, she was trying to befriend everyone your friend interacted with, only to spite her.

it was pathetic, the way her ex-girlfriend was behaving, but your friend was suffering because of a crazy yandere, and you were at her side, nonetheless. because you were a good friend, and loved her despite her bad taste in women.

and that’s how you found yourself inside a club that you never knew existed in the city.

it was more expensive than the old and krusty bars you and your college friends went to have fun, and you felt self-conscious about your appearance. you tried to dress fancier than normal, but everyone inside it seemed to have come out from a fashion magazine. your friend was already tipsy when you two arrived, and she didn’t even care anymore about it — and now she was dancing with a guy with jellyfish hair, leaving you all alone in the bar.

you were happy she was having a good time. she deserved it, and you hoped she and that guy could have a future together. they looked hot together, and their children would be the cutest.

a laugh escaped your lips when your friend tripped in the fancy shoes of the jellyfish guy, but it died as soon as you noticed a pair of eyes observing you. they were looking down at you, from the VIP session, and you knew that man was dangerous from the first look. his posture said he was someone important, and you didn’t like catching the eyes of such guys. you preferred to stay in the shadows — but since he was the first to see you, you smiled in his direction, giving him a small wave. you could only see he had white to his hair color.

he gave you a nod followed by a smirk, and, after a flash of light from the dance floor, you noticed that his eyes were the same shade of the orchids you had in your dorm.

—

you tried to forget such orchid eyes, but they seemed to have engraved themselves in your mind.

it was maddening, how every time you closed your eyes, you saw that man smirking down at you. you didn’t even know his name and would probably never see him again in your life — and you hated how he had bewitched you. no man could compare to him, and even though you two hadn't had an interaction besides what happened in the club, you knew his kisses would be the sweetest.

while you were drowning in your desperation to see that man again, your friend’s and the jellyfish guy’s relationship was flourishing. you were happy for her and rindou — his actual name, but you preferred jellyfish man — because she deserved such happiness in her life. and it seemed like he needed that too, because rindou went from an angry mad dog to a defenseless cute puppy in the small amount of time you knew him since he started to go on dates with your friend.

however, sometimes his ideas weren't the brightest.

“i’m not going on a double date with you.” you murmured as soon as f/n told you what her boyfriend was thinking, and you rolled your eyes at the thought.

it would be awkward.

she and rindou were so in love that it was sickening to be around sometimes, and it would be strange to have someone you never saw in your entire life at your side while they would be so loving towards each other. it would be even more awkward if it was rindou’s brother.

“it isn’t ran.” f/n said, and you groaned. why she always knew what you were thinking about? “and even if you and your date don’t get along, which i don’t think it’ll happen, it’s an opportunity for you to go out and use that dress you bought!” she was right, to some extent. you had used that dress before, on a date, but your date never showed up and blocked you on all your social media. you never knew what you did to them, and since then, you stopped going on many times.

you never found the eyes you were searching for, after all.

after a bit of convincing from f/n and a promise that she would take you on the most expensive brunch in tokyo if the date went bad, you were perched inside rindou’s expensive sports car, almost doing a screaming contest with him to see who could sing an old rock song louder. f/n gained a boyfriend in rindou, and you, a friend.

you three left the car laughing like drunken teenagers, but your laughter died as soon as you saw who your date was.

after a few months of research, you finally found the eyes that were haunting you.

f/n and rindou looked puzzled between you and izana, not understanding what was happening. none could understand why izana was so adamant about having a double date between the newest couple and you and him, but rindou knew he couldn’t say no to his boss — or else he wouldn’t be able to weight train for a few weeks.

“y/n?” f/n whispered, watching as your eyes widened and mouth opened up a bit, your gaze almost trained on the direction izana was.

“is… is he my date?” you whispered back, snapping out of your transe as soon as izana started to walk in your direction. it would make sense, wouldn’t it? why he was in the same club rindou was that night, and why he looked dangerous and important — you didn’t know a lot about bonten, just what f/n gossiped with you about rindou’s job, but you knew izana was more important than rindou. just by the way he walked, or how he stopped in front of you, and took your hand on his warmer one, kissing your knuckles.

f/n didn’t even need to answer you.

was it sheer luck that the owner of the orchid eyes that never left your mind was one of bonten’s leaders? or you were cursed enough to have such a man taking a liking towards you?

“kurokawa izana.” he said his name with his lips still ghosting your fingertips, and you felt your cheeks warmer than they ever felt. but you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him, even with all the embarrassment in the world — izana was like a magnet, and you were the poor metal piece around him.

you said your name in the same quiet tone he used, and the smile he gave you was enough for you to know that he already knew it. and it made you furious.

he left you in the dark for months, aching and craving to know at least a little bit of information, and for what? to play with you? to toy around you like a predator would do to its prey? especially since he was much closer to you than you initially thought. just a phone call to rindou would put your feelings at bay.

a pout involuntarily appeared on your lips, and izana chuckled.

“you’re adorable, y/n. i’m lucky.”

—

dinner went, unlike you thought, surprisingly pleasant.

f/n and rindou seemed too stunned to speak at first, seeing you and izana interacting, and the awkwardness that you thought it would have wasn’t there at all. soon, everyone warmed up to each other once more, and conversation flowed like the waves in the ocean. the food was delicious and the wine sweet, and you didn’t know if you were dizzy because of the alcohol or izana’s warm body pressing against yours.

and he seemed to notice that too, with his hand always ghosting a part of your body. either on your cheek — claiming you had a bit of sauce on your lips — or resting innocently on your tight, you felt as if izana was claiming you so anybody in the restaurant could see to who you belonged to. and you had lost all your free will, feeling like a ragdoll between his hands.

just a look at his eyes and you knew you could never say no to him.

but you needed to sort your thoughts out. you had only met that man for a few hours, and he couldn’t have such an effect on you. you excused yourself to go to the bathroom — gaining jiggly eyebrows from f/n — with the intention of breathing air that wasn’t filled with his expansive cologne, but as soon as you left the restaurant main room, you heard his steps. it was obvious he was going to follow you.

and a part of yourself wanted that, too.

izana’s arms soon encircled your waist, trapping you between his body and the wall. your senses were in high alert, and you felt as if you ran a marathon, heart racing and chest rising and falling much quicker than you would like. izana smirked while his free hand rested on your neck, fingers dangerously close to your pulse-point.

you closed your eyes when his lips started to ghost your neck, leaving featherly kisses on your soft skin until they reached your lips. your hands were clutching his dress shirt as if you depended on that to be able to live a few more minutes, but as soon as izana started to kiss you, you turned your face around.

it wasn’t as if you didn’t want to kiss him — you really did, after all. but you wanted him to fight for it, you wanted to make him feel just like you did during those months while you searched for him.

the grip he had on your neck tightened, and you opened your eyes again, being met with orchid eyes burning with passion. “things would be so much easier if we were honest with each other.” izana murmured with his lips pressing kisses once more on the skin of your neck, and you whimpered when he sucked a bit rougher on a sensitive spot.

“you think so?” you replied, quite breathless, watching as he claimed you. “then be honest with m-me.” you voice faltered when he sucked another sensitive spot, cheeks almost in fire and head clouded — you had only him inside it.

he hummed against your skin. “what do you want me to say?” he asked, releasing your neck from his hold, cupping your cheek instead. “that you’ve driven me crazy ever since i laid my eyes on you?” you breathed hard when his lips graced your jaw. “or that i've spent those last few months searching for you, just for you to be the best friend of my subordinate's little girlfriend?” izana pressed a kiss to your left cheek as soon as the words left his mouth. “that i can’t wait to make you mine?” he finished with a kiss to your right cheek, lips now millimeters from yours.

“then do it. make me yours, izana.” you whispered against his lips, closing the gap between you two.

you always knew his kisses would be the sweetest, after all.

#kurokawa izana x reader #kurokawa izana #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x reader

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