#hnnn the way i loved this. them together <3

[aenslem]

STARGATE SG-1 || Point of View

[the-sunshine-dragon]

2, 5, 8, 15, and 19 for the ask game! <3

Hello hello! XD <3

2) SKZ, SVT, aaannnnndddd......Ateez? It's really only been SKZ and SVT, to be completely honest XD

5) Oh. Boy. So *claps hands together*

With SKZ, Oddinary was by far my least favourite. I didn't hate it, but I didn't love it either. Noeasy has been by far my most favourite, but honestly Maxident is probably going to beat it out here. I love, love, love, the fresh and bright concept they've had this years. It's been a lot of fun.

For SVT I feel like I got into their music late enough that I haven't really had a favourite concept with them. An Ode and Teen, Age have been my favourite albums musically speaking, but I haven't had a favourite concept with them yet. I did like the Map version of the concept they did for the Face The Sun album, but the way the photobook was printed sort of ruined the look of it (it was printed soooo weirdly).

My all time most favourite concept will probably remain to be Wonpil's Pilmography album. It's clean, it's simple, but it's got that romanticized...victorian feel to it? I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I love it very much.

8) Hnnn. It's a toss up between IU and SKZ. I think.

15) Ambivert! Grew up an extrovert, when through some life stuff and flipped to introvert, then settled down between the two through uni.

19) Question...? by Taylor Swift

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

[nyashykyunnie]

Hello hello can I request first date and first kiss with xiao and diluc? both of them need sum love, especially xiao his angst potential is too much QwQ anyway thank you have a great day!!

A/N: Hi Hi Chirumiii!! Tysm for the request </3!! And I really agree with u that these bbs need more love hnnn!! I hope u enjoy this hc:D Have a great day too hnnn!!

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠, 𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 x 𝙶𝙽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: Fɪʀsᴛ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Kɪss

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I tell you, Xiao was very serious when it comes to this. Well, of course he is, this is for you after all. He doesn’t want your first date with him to be very...Disheartening.

The adeptus did his research thoroughly, he even went so far as to ask Verr Goldett for help.

She was very pleased seeing him like this, for once- He wasn’t thinking about his dark memories or his job. He was thinking of someone very dear to him, seeing him like this made her hear sigh in relief.

When she gave her suggestions, Xiao managed to come up with a good plan.

Xiao was very stiff in your date, appearing at some point nervous. His mind constantly trailed with thoughts like ‘Am I doing this right?’ ‘Are They Enjoying this?’ ‘Is this how mortals do it?’ ‘Am I missing on something?’

Give your boy a comforting pat in the back, it’ll really help him feel a little more assured. 

When you’re both walking, Xiao matches your pace. He’s not a beat slow or fast. He is with you and Xiao wants you to know that.

 Don’t expect him to be too into skinship, it seems...Too awkward for him and he’s afraid of exerting the wrong strength and might end up with you being hurt because of his carelessness.

However, if your eyes are very sharp- You’ll see him trying to reach for your hand but ends up retracting it and clenches his fist.

He wants to hold you, as close as you can possibly be- But the fear of just hurting you haunts him ceaselessly. 

But it’s alright, it doesn’t mean he wont hold you. He’ll eventually build up the confidence and he’ll softly take yours with his.  Xiao’s grip was firm, it’s obvious in his hold that he is someone who has fought numerous battles and wields his spear alone. Maybe his touch will feel a little sad no matter how loving and careful it is.

He wasn’t used to this, walking peacefully with someone beside him. It felt unreal.

Years of never-ending bloodbath, years of always being on high guard- It changed him drastically to the anguish he now suffers alone with.

Xiao was used to being able to not call someone his own, the walls around built up to the point he is trapped in the tight space of darkness of his own grief. Entangled by the karmic binds, forever cursed in the ways of always on the hunt- Xiao walks alone in a path he paved himself, nothing but suffering awaits him.

But when you came into his life? He felt like he wanted to lay down everything of him and just offer it all to you. His heart swore a silent oath to protect and love you in discreet ways.

Xiao takes you to Qingyun Peak and brings you further up the the floating island. He softly pushes your shoulders down to have you sit and he follows beside you.

“Wait a bit” He says, his amber eyes trailing off to the scenery ahead.

You look ahead to see the sky painted in amber and gold, the traces of the blue sky slowly disappearing as the sun takes it’s rest. Your eyes glistened, gsping at how stunning it was.

But Xiao’s eyes weren’t looking at where your gaze wanders, his orbs only looked towards you. 

To him, this sunset doesn’t compare to the beauty that is sitting beside right now. With you, the Golden Winged King didn’t feel like he lived in eons of slaughter. 

It was as if you broke down the walls around him and removed the binds that tortured him, you presence felt like it was the sun itself to him. Your ascension in his life gave him a new light.

You were his flame, without you, Xiao won’t have his light. Where you are, is his guide to peace.

“Xiao this is-” He cuts you off, immediately locking his lips with yours. 

His eyes carefully shut as he brings you in closer, softly circling around your waist and maybe pulling you to his lap. 

His lips were warm, it was soft and it nibbled on yours lovingly.

When he realized what he had done, Xiao immediately pulled out- his face burning to the point even his ears were pinkish.

“I-I” He fumbled in his words, not knowing what to say. “I-I! I!”

Xiao tripped, humiliation flooding him and now he wanted to bang his head somehwere. HE EVEN PULLED YOU TO HIS LAP, HOW DID HE JUST LOSE CONTROL NOW?!

“Xiao?”

“I-I...”

No doubt Xiao won’t be able to look at you straight in the eyes after his -ahem- fail in restraining himself

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Who would have thought that the Head Of The Ragnivndr, who tirelessly rejected the proposals of many wealthy nobles who offered their beautiful daughters- Would eventually fall for someone and ask them out on a date.

A date with Diluc will no doubt be very luxurious (Well duh, this man is a walking wallet). This man might even dress nice, probably in a suit. 

Diluc isn’t used to something like this so expect him to be a little awkward at some point. But he’ll make ways to make this outing for the both of you entertaining. No one wants a date that is just bland, right?

He’ll take you to the wonderful sight in Monstadt. But expect him to avoid going inside as much as he can, Diluc doesnt want to deal with his annoying step-brother after all. He wants to save himself from the Cryo user who will probably wont let him hear the end of it.

He want’s this date to be perfect, he made a lot of efforts for this after all. When was the last time he fully devoted himself to something that isn’t about work or his nightly Darknight Hero agendas?

Who knows, but he doesn’t care. All that matters now is that he will please you, the person who he is willing to give his all to. 

He was always blinded by work, he never batted an eye towards anything else. He wasn’t interested a tad bit in romance, he believed he didn’t need it. He just needs to do what he needs to do. No need for that.

But when you came? Boy did he want to open his own head and check how much water had gone in. Maybe he wanted to smack himself and say ‘So, love is insignificant?’

When he fell for you, his heart burned with to desire to be wanted. He wanted to get your attention. 

The peaceful walk with you felt unreal since he was too used to being in front of piled papers or a blade in hand to slice down. Something serene like this.... Just felt like omething that he’ll only experience inside a dream.

His crimson orbs will always wander to you. Looking at you makes him feel cozy and his heart roared out bbecause he just wants to protect you. 

If he’s confident enough, he’ll softly interlace his fingers with you. He’ll even rub his thumb at the back of yours to have you know that he’s there and he wont be leaving you anytime soon.

Well, in fact... Diluc doesn’t even want to leave you alone ever. He wants to keep you by his side if you also want to.

Moments like this, precious time spent like this, he’ll cherish it closely in his heart.

After all, this might be the last time he’ll get to experience something as soothing as this. 

“Close your eyes” He softly says and you obey him, Diluc then takes your hand and leads you softly.

His touch, full of adoration. He steps were slow and steady, he even has his hand at your back to catch you incase you trip. 

“You can open them now”

The moment your eyes opened, the night sky painted with stars took your breath away. The wind softly blew, brushing against your hair and your strands now softly flew against the breeze. 

Diluc smiled at how you bright your face was now, seeing you this radiant made him feel as if he had been granted a wish of a lifetime.

This is all he wants. He knows this moment will eventually fade into a distant memory that he will no longer be able to ever reach, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll hold this as close as it can. It will now become a piece of his heart.

“Did you enjoy?” He broke the silence between you both.

“Yeah!” You cheered, turning your face that glistened it delight towards him. “This is too stunning, I want to see this every night!”

“That won’t be too hard to grant, I’ll bring you here anyti-”

His words were cut off when you suddenly pounced on him, bringing your lips together.

Diluc frozen in his spot, his orbs blinking in utter disbelief on the sudden move you made. He gulped, unable to function but he eventually returned the affection you were giving him, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling it closer to his figure. 

His heart raced at the contact your lips made, he locked it in for a second before lovingly kissing you even deeper.

Under the moonlight, two souls have united. The wind blew a soft breeze, as if announcing the fuse of two who were made for eachother. 

A/N: Aiyaaa, I’m beat. I’m sleepy and tired, I still have homeworks to do tomorrow so I’m taking a rest now jasjsksg. Have a great day/night everyone! Hope you enjoy this headcanon! **IMMEDIATELY PASSES OUT AND SLEEPS**

[fruitcoops]

would u write about the night of remus’s first goal and sirius just WORSHIPPING remus

Did someone say 3200 words of Coops being comfortable around each other even while ~spicy times~ are happening and the start of a 3-part smut series? No? Oops :)

Credit for Coops/ Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, a rampant praise kink, and both people laughing during sex

The Lions were everything to Sirius. They were his brothers, his family, his whole life. With Remus on the team, that feeling had only grown, and celebrating a win with them brought a sense of euphoria that was unmatched by pretty much everything.

And yet he wanted to be anywhere but the locker room right then.

Talker and Remus were laughing on the other side of the room while the cubs chanted “Loops, Loops, Loops!” at the top of their lungs; Remus’ two goals had given them the edge they needed to crush the Badgers 6-2 in the first game of the season; Sirius was bursting with pride, but the wait was killing him.

His leg bounced up and down as he zipped and unzipped his duffel for the millionth time. Remus was flushed with victory and alight with latent adrenaline—Sirius felt a little guilty for wanting to pull him away from the celebration that he rightfully deserved. You’re beautiful, he shouted internally. You’re so beautiful and how am I supposed to wait a decent amount of time before dragging you home?

“The fuck are you scowling at?” James laughed as he leaned over his stall and smacked Sirius on the shoulder with his glove. “Hey, earth to Cap. We won the game, man.”

“I know, I know.”

“We won by a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your fiancé scored two perfect goals, I don’t see the prob—oh. Ohhhh.” His eyes widened and he bit his lip mischievously. “I get it now. Hey, Loops!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sirius hissed as Remus looked over at them. His smile softened when he saw Sirius. Pretty, was all his brain supplied.

“Sup, Pots?” he asked, wandering over and running a hand through his hair.

“You two should head home early,” James said faux-casually.

Remus frowned. “I thought we were going to get dinner with the team?”

Sirius died a little inside at that, but it was fine. You’re the captain, he reminded himself. You have to be part of team events.

But I don’t want to, the hyped-up, besotted, and incredibly horny part of him whined.

“Nah, I’ve got to plan for…Lils and I’s anniversary. Also, nobody really made final decisions on where we were going anyway.” It was clearly a lie, but Sirius appreciated his effort.

“Okay,” Remus said suspiciously, drawing out the word. “Is this some sort of prank? Are you trying to get me to leave so you can fuck with my stall or something? If I find anymore shaving cream, I swear—”

“Oh, my god,” James groaned, grabbing Remus by the shoulders and giving him a little shake. Thinnest patience in the world, Sirius thought wryly. “Go home. Celebrate. Please get railed by your fiancé before his grumpy vibes seep into the walls.”

Remus’ eyes went wide and he looked down at Sirius, who was desperately trying to suppress a blush. “Wha—you—oh. Okay. Um, yeah, that’s cool.” His eyes narrowed when he turned back at James. “Bold of you to assume he’s doing the railing. Stereotypes, much?”

“That’s your issue?” Sirius asked incredulously.

James rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please go home and get laid or do whatever it is you do to banish the cranky captain aura. Better?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Remus glanced back to Sirius. “Are you ready to head out?”

“He’s been packed for ten full minutes,” James said, turning him around and pushing him toward his stall. “Go.”

“Was that really necessary?” Sirius sighed as Remus packed his bag in a rush.

“I could have yelled it across the room,” James pointed out. “Also, you should be thanking me.”

“Thank you for not being as much of an asshole as you could have been.” Sirius stood up and knocked their foreheads together. “You played really well tonight, by the way.”

“Thanks, Captain,” James teased, giving him a little push. “Not a bad start to the season, eh?”

“Not bad at all.”

“Baby, you ready?” Remus asked, his voice a little tight as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Heat flashed through Sirius’ body and he gripped the edge of the stall; next to him, James started snickering. “Shut it, Pots.”

“Have fun, you two!” James called as they headed for the door.

“I’m telling Lily you forgot your anniversary!” Remus shouted back over his shoulder while Sirius dragged him along by the hand.

By the time they made it to the parking lot, Sirius could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He crowded Remus against the passenger door and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, gripping his waist and grinding slowly until their breaths came in short gasps.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Remus panted as he pulled on Sirius’ lower lip. “Any particular reason?”

“You. Just—you.” Sirius moved to his neck and Remus keened as he nibbled along his jawline and throat. “You have no idea how good you look on the ice. That first goal was perfect, and then you got another one—”

Remus laughed, combing his fingers through the curls that fell into Sirius’ eyes. “Now you know how I felt for months. We should definitely get in the car or else I’m getting on my knees right fucking now and that’s going to be embarrassing for us both.”

Ten incredibly tense minutes later, Sirius was fumbling with the house key as Remus kissed his neck and slid his chilly hands under the back of his shirt. As soon as the door swung open, he spun around and dragged him inside, kicking the door closed behind them and all but slamming Remus against the wall.

“Have I told you recently how much I—hnnn—love that you’re a switch?” Remus’ breath caught as Sirius pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor next to their shoes.

“Ditto.” Sirius felt him wobble a little and grinned. “Sweetheart?”

“Mhm?”

“We should go upstairs.”

Remus sighed and let his head fall forward onto Sirius’ shoulder. “Since when are you reasonable?”

“Since we need a bed as soon as possible.”

“We do?”

“We really do.” Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and they practically ran to the stairs, pausing every few moments to kiss or bump against whatever they left laying around earlier that afternoon. Hattie cocked an ear when they passed her, but she settled back down—it was far past her bedtime. They made it halfway up the staircase before Remus pressed Sirius’ back into the wall, kissed the living hell out of him, and pulled his shirt over his head. “Twenty more feet.”

“Right here.”

“Twenty more feet and I’ll get you off twice.”

Remus’ breath audibly rushed out of his lungs and a full-body shiver ran through him; Sirius took advantage of the pause to take his hands and guide him backwards up the remaining stairs and into their bedroom. “Is this how you always felt after games?”

“Winning ones, yeah,” Sirius managed as he pulled Remus’ belt off with a sharp snap. Remus’ pupils dilated at the sound, and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“Totally okay, but I’m going to be laying awake having a very interesting inner monologue later,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Whew.”

“You’re going to be too tired to do anything once I’m through with you.”

Remus bit down gently on the side of his neck. “Promise?”

“You’re so fucking kinky, holy shit.” Sirius’ stomach filled with butterflies and he picked Remus up—the bed bounced as he dropped him on it, hovering over his heaving chest. “I love watching you skate, you know.”

“Clearly.”

“You were incredible out there.” Their jeans and socks came off quickly until only boxers were in the way. He carefully lowered himself and Remus’ leg jerked up on reflex as he ground down in a hard roll. “So fast, so graceful. They always underestimate you.”

“I am not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Yes, you will. You know why?”

A spark of interest lit in Remus’ eye. “Why?”

Sirius leaned down next to his ear. “Because you’re good.”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus breathed, canting his hips upward until Sirius shifted so the heels of his palms pressed against those sharp bones and held him down. “My heart is beating so hard right now.”

“I know, I can feel it,” Sirius laughed as he moved to kiss Remus’ throat and collarbone, which caught the moonlight through the bedroom window perfectly and cast shadows on the left side of his chest. “Mon coeur. Do you have the lube?”

Both of them winced as Remus’ hand smacked against the nightstand in his rush and Sirius kissed his knuckles, rubbing away the redness with one hand while uncapping the lube with the other. He scooted down the bed until his shoulders fit between Remus’ thighs—his thighs, holy fuck, Sirius had almost forgotten about those—and ran a light finger down the front of his boxers.

Remus twitched as Sirius leaned in to mouth at the hard line of him and ran one of his hands down the soft skin on his inner thigh, but he couldn’t move much and that only turned him on more. He squeezed tightly once with a desperate, half-gasped plea, then relaxed as Sirius kissed the inside of his knee. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”

“I am?”

“You are, I promise.” Sirius slid back up until they were face-to-face and began pulling Remus’ boxers down as he kissed each of his cheeks. “Hey. You scored two goals tonight.”

“I did,” Remus said with a foxlike smile.

“I think that calls for a certain degree of celebration.” Sirius pushed his finger in at last and Remus arched his back, practically begging him to push him down again with a silent challenge. “I promised to get you off twice, right?”

“You did.”

“Except you also won the face-off.” Sirius couldn’t keep a smile down as Remus’ eyes widened. “Think you can do three?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes glazing over as Sirius added another finger. “I’m going to win every single game we play if this is what ha-happens do that again baby please.”

“Really? You’ll win every game?” Sirius crooked his fingers again and drew a low groan from him.

“Yes. Yes, every time.”

“I believe you’ll win, but I think you’d miss topping. I’d miss it.” Remus’ hands returned to his hair and tugged lightly until he kissed him. “You always feel so good, sweetheart, and I know you like being in control sometimes.”

“Are you calling me bossy?”

“Yeah. I love it. I love you.” The words were sweet on Sirius’ lips as the sharp edges of Remus’ smile smoothed out and he practically purred beneath him. The third finger slid in without an issue; as Sirius internally lost his mind, Remus rolled his shoulders back happily. “Ready?”

“So ready, c’mon.”

The first glide was immaculate, and it only built from there. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ chest as he moved—the frantic fuck-me-now adrenaline rush they had arrived with had begun melting away sometime during the last ten minutes, but Sirius still buzzed with energy and he felt the slight tremble of Remus’ anticipation everywhere their skin touched.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands down Remus’ ribs. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were flushed rosy red, mussed curls tumbling over his forehead and splayed in a halo against the pillows. “Look at me, mon coeur. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, like liquid gold.”

“Hopeless romantic.” Remus shuddered a sigh as their gazes locked and a well-placed thrust rippled through him. “Good?”

“Good.” Sirius ducked his head and laughed quickly. “I’m so fucking glad you have a praise kink, by the way.”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s the best. All I have to say is you’re taking me so well—” he lowered his voice to a satiny rumble and the tendons in Remus’ neck seized. “—and you’re a puddle.”

“I am, I am, just—just a little higher, please.”

“Look at you, using your manners,” Sirius teased. He obliged, though, and he felt Remus’ skin heat up beneath his palms as his knee pressed into Sirius’ waist.

“Oh, fuck off.” Remus shook his head with a smile and drew him back in for a long kiss.

Kissing Remus was something special. His lips were soft and demanding at the same time, growing progressively more urgent as Sirius picked up the pace and small sounds punched from his lungs.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Remus managed, tugging on his shoulder. Sirius stopped immediately, but when he went to pull out Remus placed a hand on his hip. “No. Stay.”

A tingling sensation washed over Sirius when he registered Remus’ change in tone. His voice was lower, smoother, brooking no room for argument. “Are you alright?” he ventured.

The corners of Remus’ lips quirked up and in a smooth motion, he flipped them over so he was straddling Sirius’ hips and kneading his chest with the heels of his hands. “There we go,” he said, tilting his head to the side and jutting his chin at the angle Sirius knew as hold on tight.

And then he just kind of…stayed there.

Sirius relaxed into it, settling his hands on Remus’ hips as he ground down a bit. “You can move if you want,” he said after a moment.

Remus’ jaw ticked. “I’m trying.”

Oh, shit, is it me? Sirius took his hands away, but he hadn’t been gripping hard enough for there to be light marks, let alone stop Remus from moving. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, I can’t actually…” Remus’ nose scrunched up and his thighs clenched, then quaked and gave out. “I’m okay, but I think my legs are tired.”

“From the game? Are you kidding?” Sirius leaned back on the pillows and laughed, long and loud. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Shut up!” Remus swatted his chest, though he was laughing as well. “I can do it, just give me a sec.”

Sirius wheezed as the pressure on his chest increased and batted at his wrists. “Nope, nope, you’re going to break me. We can go back to what we were doing before.”

“I can do this.”

“No, you can’t,” Sirius snickered.

Remus readjusted himself and tried again—he rose less than an inch before the trembling in his thigh muscles took hold and sank him back down. It felt fine and Sirius was glad for the closeness, but he knew it would feel better if Remus let him turn them over.

After a moment of hesitation, Remus stared up at the ceiling and burst out laughing again. “You’re right, I’m so sore right now, this is ridiculous.”

“Come here.” He slid off him with a slight wince and Sirius sat up against the headboard, holding his arms out. He closed his eyes with a contented hum as Remus kissed his forehead and snuggled into him. “I’m sorry you’re sore.”

“It was worth it.”

“Do you want to take a break?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love cuddling with you, but I was promised three orgasms tonight and I’m still so horny.”

“Oh, thank god, me too.” Sirius guided him back to the mattress by his shoulders and grabbed the lube from where it had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. He slicked up his dick again and stroked Remus a few times as well before pushing back in with steady pressure. “Still okay?”

“Hell yeah,” Remus sighed, reaching out to trail his thumb under Sirius’ eye. “It’s always good with you.”

Sirius turned to kiss the inside of his wrist. “You’re always good for me.”

“That was smooth.” Slender fingers traveled up and tucked a stray curl back into place. Sirius hadn’t even realized it was in the way until Remus moved it.

“You’re obsessed with my hair, aren’t you,” he said, sliding his hands down to scratch lightly at the sides of his thighs.

Remus shrugged, though his hold tightened minutely. “It’s soft and it’s pretty.”

Sirius dragged his lips down Remus’ forearm, kissed the crook of his elbow, and then continued along his bicep and shoulder. His summer freckles were tragically faded, but the salty tang of sweat and Remus was more than enough incentive for him to leave small love bites in his wake. “You’re soft and pretty.”

“Hmmm, okay.” He didn’t have to look up to know what Remus’ face would look like—eyes closed, sated smile, light lines of tension through his neck and upper chest. “I love the sound of your voice when you’re turned on.”

Sirius paused. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of like thu—huh.” Remus shifted his position at the same time Sirius leaned up to look at him; whatever he did, it must have been good, because his mouth fell open in surprise. “Thunder. Um. Hmm. Can you…?” Rather than telling Sirius what he wanted, he squirmed for a second, tilting his hips up and making small, frustrated noises.

“Hold on—hold on, Re, what are you trying to do?”

“You did something really good right then and I don’t remember what it was but I’m so fucking close.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius blinked away some of his own sex-induced haziness and registered the slight tremor in his hands, as well as the glassy look in his eyes.

“Oh, okay. Hey, lay back and let me take care of it. Tonight is all about you.” He pulled Remus’ hands up to his back and pulled his leg up around his waist, tracing the muscle divots lightly.

What did I do before? Sirius thrusted in with slow, deep rolls while he thought. He had been leaning to the side a bit, and then Remus lifted up slightly…oh. Smug pride filled his veins as he kept one forearm firmly across Remus’ navel and brushed the other hand over the top of his dick.

“Yeah, that,” Remus said weakly as he stretched his arms over his head.

“This is it?” Sirius added a little extra pressure to his arm and his dick throbbed in response. “Good job, using your words.”

“Mmm.”

“How close are you now?” he asked, running his palm around the head until Remus’ legs jolted around him.

“So close,” he whispered. “C’mon, just a little more, pleasepleaseplease.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Sirius said, sliding his hands beneath Remus’ lower back and propping him up an extra inch for the best angle. “Come for me.”

His harsh grip on the sheets relaxed as he came, eyelashes fluttering and mumbling under his breath. Remus didn’t fall apart or seize up, just melted into Sirius’ arms with a low moan. Sirius didn’t even realize his own orgasm was approaching until he heard his name on Remus’ kiss-swollen lips and the world vanished for a moment.

When he came back into himself, gentle fingers were running through his hair. “Sweetheart,” he said fondly. He pulled out nice and slow, but remained a boneless weight on top of Remus.

“Hey, handsome.” Remus’ voice was scratchy.

“Congratulations on your first goal.”

“I thought that was just for the face-off?”

[voiceless-terror]

maybe some 🔥with JonTim for the prompts post?

Hello friend!! I got seized by the spirit of the season and decided to write this today <3 It’s an archives polycule AU where everything is nice and everyone’s happy, but it’s specifically focused on Jon/Tim. I hope that’s okay!!

“Are you sure you don’t want to help me?”

Jon nodded, a serene smile on his face. “Yes.”

“Not even the tiniest bit?”

“Not even that.”

“Could be fun! All that snow-”

“Tim.” Jon was giving him his most unimpressed glare. “Look at me. Do I look like I want to shovel snow?” It was true. Jon was currently wrapped in their two fluffiest blankets, sitting in front of a fire Tim had started and sipping from a mug of tea, a book in his other hand. He looked cozy and warm and all the things Tim wanted to be right now if he hadn’t announced that as a ‘good boyfriend,’ he should clear the driveway for when Martin and Sasha arrive. They’d woken up this morning to see the ground blanketed in a thick layer of white, the storm that Tim had insisted ‘would just pass through’ had evidently decided to stay the night. Tim wanted to make sure they didn’t have any trouble coming up. Unfortunately, he announced this right as he wrapped Jon up, and Jon was not moving any time soon.

“You only have one shovel,” Jon pointed out, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “There’s no point in my standing out there if I’m not going to help.”

“Moral support!”

Jon heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes. “I’ll watch you from the window. You don’t want me to get cold, do you?” Jon wasn’t above a little guilt trip and Tim was the one who bundled him all up. It would be a shame to destroy all of that hard work, especially when the finished product was so damn cute. “Or you could just stay in with me-”

Tim groaned dramatically, winding a scarf around his neck with a flourish. “No, it’s fine. I think we’ve established I’m the good boyfriend, and you’re the lazy one.”

“I prefer practical.”

So now here he was, both sweating and freezing (the worst combination, objectively), making little progress on the driveway while Jon sat by the fire, cozy and warm and cute and very pleased with himself. It made Tim want to scowl and also squish Jon to his chest and never let him go, a fairly normal occurrence. 

This wouldn’t be an issue if everyone had come to the cabin at once. Tim had managed to lure Jon away by promising him control of the radio on the ride up, as well as an hour-long detour to the farm that had the horses Jon liked to talk to in very serious tones. Sasha was all about efficiency and wasn’t as indulgent as he was, so she was going to leave a few hours after them with Martin to keep her company. Martin would never allow one of them to feel lonely, though he did look put out at the thought of not being able to watch Jon with the horses. Tim promised to take lots of pictures. In the end, it was probably for the best- Martin had a tendency towards overpacking even for a weekend trip, so this would be a roomier arrangement. But then a surprise storm hit, delaying the two until the next morning. And Tim was going to make sure they had an easy time of it, if he had anything to say about it.

But it was so cold, and he’d slipped twice already, though his falls were cushioned by the snow. On both occasions he saw Jon burrowing his head into the blanket, trying to hide laughter. And Jon needed to stop- well, he needed to stop being Jon and enticing him to come back in. He kept tilting his head in the way he always did when there was an interesting passage in his book, and yawning and blinking like a tired cat, even nodding off a few times, only brought back by a shake of his head. Was he doing this on purpose? Was it all a part of his master plan to leave the driveway un-shoveled and keep Tim all to himself? Terrible, dastardly man. 

The last straw came when he was tired and aching, about half-way done. Jon had shuffled out of the room, blanket around his shoulder like a cape. He came back a few minutes later with two mugs of tea and something under his arm. He moved close to the window, setting the mugs down very purposefully, and tucking a bottle out from under his arm, pouring a rather liberal amount of whatever was in it into the mugs. Tim saw the beginnings of a smirk on his face and he dropped the shovel on the porch, stamping his way inside an exaggerated sigh.

“Fine, fine! You’ve seduced me from my work, my small cabin-dwelling siren,” Jon dodged the forehead kiss, Tim had yet to shed all of his cold, wet outdoor gear. “Hope you’re happy.”

“Very.” Jon settled back onto the couch with a little smile, opening up the blanket for Tim to join. “You weren’t getting much done, Tim. You spent most of your time staring.”

“You were being distracting!” He threw the coat into the corner, not caring about the mess so much as getting warm. He took the mug gingerly in his hands, walking over and burrowing into the blanket, Jon melting into his side. Jon was an icicle in almost all circumstances, but a few hours in front of a fire and nestled in blankets seem to have done him good; the man was like his own personal heater. He took a sip and almost choked at the way it burned his throat. “Jesus, what did you put in here?”

“Vodka,” Jon mumbled, tucking his face into Tim’s shoulder. “Only a little.” Jon’s flushed face and half-lidded eyes said otherwise. 

“Have you been drinking all this time?”

“Hnnn...maybe.” It was only noon. Tim opened his mouth to chastise him before thinking better. Well, we’ve done worse. “Catch up.”

Tim took another sip, still cringing at the taste. “I can’t get blasted like you are, pal. I’ve still got work to do.”

Jon shook his head against Tim’s arm. “Just stay here. It’s supposed to snow later, anyway.”

Tim paused. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, this afternoon.” Jon let out a yawn, closing his eyes. “Gonna undo all your hard work.”

“How long have you known that?” Tim stared down at him, a bit irritated as Jon only shrugged.

“Dunno. An hour, maybe?” He peeked his head up, looking out from under his eyelashes. Damn him. “But I liked watchin’ you work.”

Well, Tim couldn’t fault him for that. He ruffled Jon’s hair, ignoring the petulant whine it earned him. “You’re a little devil, you know that?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled drowsily, climbing right into his lap and throwing his arms around Tim’s neck. Well, that’s nice. “And I’m here to warm you up.” Tim wouldn’t say no to that.

It had been a while since it was just the two of them- don’t get him wrong, Tim loved the time any of them got to spend together, as tearing Jon away from his work was nigh on impossible. But sometimes it was nice to be alone, the two of them in front of roaring fire with alcohol coursing through their system and the sky growing ever-grayer in the background. He took a generous sip of Jon’s hideously doctored beverage and sunk deeper into the cushions, giving Jon a squeeze.

“Alright, you win. They’ll have to deal with a snowy driveway. They should’ve come up earlier, anyway.” He’d see them soon, it was fine. Till then, he would exhaust their liquor stash and thoroughly enjoy the warm, tipsy Jon in his arms. The man laid there quietly for a bit, warm and content, before he pulled back to meet Tim’s eyes with a look of deep offense.

“Can’t believe Sasha didn’t want to see the horses. Horses, Tim!”

“Honestly! The audacity of that woman, I swear.”

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28303050

[binniesthighs]

❀wip it, wip it good!❀

hi hi lovelies!! Seeing as I’m about to return to school in one day (*cries*) I wanted to put together a lil wip list to announce some really fun and cute stuff I have coming up!!! 

Of course, since school is starting back up again, I will be posting a lot less frequently hnnn but! please look forward to the stuff to come ♡

 @aliceu thank youuuu darlin’ for tagging me in the wip list tag I hope that it’s okay if I do it like this instead for me nav hehe ♡

~unzip the wip~

(in no particular order, and question marks to keep Ro’s thots a surprise hehe) 

❀ two tails | reader x minho | updating weekly 

neighbors to lovers, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, comfort fic, slow brun, a little bit of everything! 

Prologue 

❀ hello stranger | reader x changbin, reader x jisung | updating weekly

strangers to lovers, college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, a little bit of everything! 

Part 1

❀ all my daisies | reader x jisung | the mini series 

meet cute, strangers to lovers, flower shop au, floristnpunk!jisung, fluff n’ smut

❀ the deal | reader x jeongin | the mini series  

idol au, fuck buddies au, growing feelings, bits of angst 

(teaser out now!) 

❀ untitled 6 | reader x seungmin | mini/series

forced cohabitation au, roommates to lovers, fluffy fluff with some smut, tsundere!seung

❀ call me babydoll | reader x chan | the series

thriller/action au, bodyguard au, softswitch!chan, fluff, smut n’ angst, suspense

(parts one and two out now!) 

❀ untitled 7 | ? x reader x ? | the mini\series 

boarding school au, complex characters, the whole kit and caboodle, poly relationship, slow burn, growing feelings, 

❀ 1-800-Be-Mine | reader x minho | smut ver. 

sci-fi au, futuristic au, AI au with a twist, valentines day special 

(fluff version out now!) 

❀ night view | reader x ? | 

strangers to lovers, luxurious and expensive-ass smut 

❀ i feel it coming | reader x ? | 

established relationship, 80′s vibes au, fluff n’ smut in the car 

❀ love to hate me | reader x ? | 

enemies to lovers, restaurant owners au, mutual pining, fluff n’ smut on them metal countertops 

❀ 500 lovelies special: | reader x ot8 | 

oneshots, demigod!skz, meet cutes and established r/ship aus, fluff n’ smut 

(chan and minho out now!) 

❀ eight levels | reader x ot8 | 1000 cuties special 

long fic, porn without a plot (mostly), hard asf, dom!skz, hell and demon au, multiple kinks, multi reader pov 

(prologue and teaser out now!) 

❀ but why you? | reader x changbin, reader x jisung | updating weekly once started 

best friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, love triangle, ~interactive~, 3 part series, fluff n’ smut 

❀ first and last | ? x reader x ? | 

best friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, poly realtionship, fluff n’ smut after getting caught in the rain~ 

❀ ninety-nine | reader x ?, ?, ? | 

best friends to lovers, multi-fandom cross over, foursome, high school au, fluff n’ smut, these three are pretty close to Ro’s heart ;) 

❀ boyfriend | reader x ? | 

roommates to lovers, college au, slow burn, that good good makin’ out, fluff 

❀ untitled 5 | reader x ?, reader x ? | the series

boys over flowers au, love triangle, fluff, smut, angst, skz as F8, expensive ass skz with superiority complexes LOL

❀ untitled 3 | reader x ? |

exes to lovers, exes au, make up sex, fluff n’ smut ofc

❀ untitled 4 | reader x ? | 

enemies to lovers, romeo and juliet au, fluff n’ smut, outdoor rendezvous 

❀ various smaller asks 

thank you for sending your asks for imagines, reacts and other lil things! I’m working my way through those as well and I’ll try to pepper them in-between other works! 

[i-may-be]

Ello, if matchups are still open may I have a Haikyuu and Percy Jackson romantic one please? If they're too much you can choose only one, or not do them at all tho.

This is gonna be a mess, since my thoughts are always a mess.

I'm Bee, a 19 yo bisexual girl, I'm a Capricorn with Venus in Aquarius, and an INFP/ISFP

I'm a burnt out former gifted kid.

I'm ambiverted and I like to talk but my social battery runs out fast and then I get really sleepy.

I like learning new skills, and I also like puzzle games or anything that stimulates my brain, really.

I don't really get out of the house since most of my hobbies are indoors (baking, gaming, reading, writing, and doing anything fandom related)

My love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

I'm really self-conscious and I get nervous easily.

I like my sleep. I get both physically and mentally tired easily so I love sleeping.

I'm also very emotional and my emotions are always intense, so when I'm happy I'm really happy, and when I'm sad I'm extremely sad.

hello! thank you for choosing this blog for your matchup <3

HAIKYUU ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Chikara Ennoshita

HOW YOU MET

You were staying at your friend's house and said friend had a sibling who also had a friend over. Low and behold, Ennoshita is the friend they had over! Call it a "I'm inlove with my friend's sibling's friend" fic because that is it!

Anyway, you properly spoke when the four of you were having food, ordering some take-out to have for a lil treat! You all sat down at the table to enjoy your food because hey, you've all got manners.

While your friend and Ennoshita's friend argued as and are annoying each other- as sinblings do- you both are just there awkwardly sitting and eating, unsure of whether either of you even want to get involved.

But instead! Ennoshita starts talking to you, starting on the common ground of "gosh, they couldn't have waited until later amirite" ok he didn't word it like that but I'm not used to writing his character voice im sorry.

So you both talk a little, and your friend and their sibling but into the conversation too and you all talk together for a while after they have gone back to being civil! It was fun and sweet innit.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

I feel like Ennoshita is a dude with a really calming presence hnnn. Like you can feel a little less anxious around him cause he has such a warm and accepting presence :] It was definitely easy to get close to him because he was so easy to talk to.

When he finds out you've joined a fandom he will jump head first into it too, no doubt. He loves having common interests with you, talking and discussing them. He would probably give commentary on things on a call with you as he catches up with it, if you are comfortable ofc. Probably looks at a really cool character and associates them with you so he's just like "yo!! you remind me of them!!" he is so positive abt your interests grr

He is consistentally checking up on you and encouraging you to talk about yourself and how you feel!! Communication and honesty are important to him in relationships, and even though he knows it can take time he wants to make sure that you can get to that point with him!

I feel like he would buy things as a way of affection, along with words of affirmation. He doesn't tend to initiate physical contatc but he does reciprocate it! I feel like he would get you fluffy blankets or, I dunno, bookmarks? I'm sure he'd get you other things but my mind went so blank I'm sorry-

HANGING OUT

He got into gaming by association with Nishinoya and Tanaka. Those two have sm energy and you think it's all targeted a volleyball??? Absolutely not, they yell at games. But that's besides the point- because Ennoshita has played a lot of games. I'm not sure what games you play, but I feel like his personal favourite is sims, he finds it very funny.

He's a pretty quiet guy, so I firmly believe that's it's easy for you both to sit down in a very comfortable silence and just enjoy the fact that you're sharing each other's presence :] yikes why did i write that so nicely, but it is very nice and comfy so ig it fits

Library/Book shop dates!! Maybe you've finished all the books you have copies of and want to get some new ones, so you both go out and look around to see what you can get!! It's very fun and sometimes you'll find ones that are kind of ridiculous and just laugh at them. It's a fun thing to do.

I feel like he would like to teach you a lil bit of volleyball, especially since you like learning new skills. It'll be a really out of the blue thing to pop up on you, like it'll have nothing to do with the convo and he's like "!!! btw wanna practice some volleyball with me??" He likes to help you learn new skills however he can :D

PERCY JACKSON

ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Juniper

HOW YOU MET

You were on a walk and so was Juniper, or rather, she had been taking a walk, right now she was awfully preoccupied with where her bracelet had gone.

And so she goes to you! A random person walking in her general direction, asking if you're busy and if you would help her.

You are like yeah ok sure, because you don't have anywhere to be anytime soon, you have the evening free after all, so you help!

And so you both search for it, and you spot it and give it back to her and she is forever in your debt.

And so, like the sly fox she is, she slips you her number and she's all like "call me if you ever need me" and youre like wtf just happened that felt surreal but hey atleast you have a cute girl's number right?

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Your love languages being words of affirmation+physical touch probably reallly help her feel affirmed in the relationship. She's insecure, so the reminder that you love her is never something that goes underappreciated!!! Sometimes she feels really bad for being so jealous but she's really trying for you it's so sweet <3

This'll sound random but she likes to write poems abt you. They're actually pretty good, all things considered- I mean I don't think there are any wood nymph schools, and even then, would they teach poetry? I suppose it depends on the god they follow, maybe- anyhow, her poems are so sweet and often contain small observations she's made of you and your habits.

She definitely understands how it feels to be high on your emotions(does that phrase make sense??). She's very aware of her emotions and I feel like as you both grew closer she would become hyper aware of yours. Despite how hard she can be to be around, she is definitely a fantastic person for taking care of people and their needs, so she knows how to help when you're upset!

I feel like she's a super encouraging girlfriend. She focuses a lot of positive energy on helping her partner in anyway she can. She would probably look into psychology to piece together just how she could help, because why should she just sit there and watch her darling be sad???

HANGING OUT

I'm not sure why but I feel like she's horrible at baking, despite the fact that she feels atleast semi-confident in her skills, so you baking with her!!! She tends to take more of a back-seat when baking with you, letting you lead the way, listing the instructions and ingrediants. She likes to see what you do :]

Naps!!! Juniper is the type to have her emotional energy reflect on her physical energy, so I feel like she gets sleepy easily when she's having an extra tiresome day. It'd be cute for you two to just curl up together and cuddle until you fall asleep <3

Juniper would probably love to share her hobbies with you. She would take you out and show you have to take care of plants, or take you to woods to info dump about flowers and fungi around the place. I think it would be cool cause you wouldn't really have to talk much and you both also walk around outside for a bit!

I think she would like to help you with puzzles. She certainly isnt as adapted to them as much as you have, but sometimes she clicks and she'll go "oh! I see it! look!!" and then she's proud of herself and gives herself a chance to do absolutely nothing to help but be a little more cheery in your presence.

[vampire03]

Diabolik Christmas

Everyone x reader Christmas special

"Hnnn...mmm..." Y/N woke up feeling something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and tried to move. She saw blond locks in front of her. Shu.

"G'morning, troublesome creature." He mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning, Shu." Y/N smiles.

Shu rolled to her side and without opening his eyes says "There is a gift here in your room. Find it yourself, it's too bothersome to show you where it is...". Then he fell asleep again.

Y/N sighed and chuckled at his usual behavior. She looked around her room and under her bed she found a tiny yellow giftbox with a neat blue ribbon on top. Y/N opened it and inside there was a silver collar with musical notes engraved on it in beautiful shapes.

(Something like this, I couldn't find a better image, Im sowwyyy TwT)

"Thank you, Shu!" Y/N said as she coverd him with an electric blanket. That was his Christmas present from her. He smiled and snuggled even more in it without opening his eyes.

Then she exited the room and started walking to the kitchen. There surely will be some leftovers on the table, right?

On the way two arms snaked around her body from behind and a familiar flirty voice was heard.

"Bitch-chaaaaaan~ Merry Christmas!"

"Laito!" Y/N chuckled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look what I got you!" He happily squealed as he spayed something on her neck.

"Kyaaaah!" She welped in surprise. Then se smelled... perfume? A really nice perfume with vanilla and something else, that made the aroma sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Nfu. Use it wisely!" He chuckled and pecked her cheek, dissapearing as fast as he appeared. She will give him the fancy watch she got him later, it seemed.

Y/N blushed and smiled, putting the perfume in her pocked as she finally reached the kitchen. There a pile of deleicious food awaited her, a certain black-haired vampire with glasses was turning the leftovers from Christmas Eve into masterpieces.

"Good morning, Reiji, and Merry Christmas!" Y/N happily greated.

"Aaah, good morning, Y/N! And Merry Christmas. He smiled as he gestured towards to table, inviting her to sit.

She sat down and in front of her were served delicious dishes - steak with vegetables, fruits with whipped cream, baked apples and candies. Her eyes filled with joy.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Y/N handed Reiji a blue giftbox with silver-red ribbon. His facial expression became somewhat happy and excited in a really childish way. Inside the box was a... blue baggy sweather?

"You are always dressed up in a formal manner... Why don't you wear more comfy clothes once in a while?" Y/N happily said as she looked at him. He had already put on the sweater and looked so cute. They both smiled.

"But where are my manners?" He asked himself as he gave her a tiny black box. She opened it and inside was a silver ring with a big sapphire on top.

"It's so beautiful!" She said as she put it on.

"I'm glad." Reiji smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Y/N thanked him and took a sip. When she looked around again, Reiji was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm? They dissapear and appear so fast!"

She looked around the kitchen for more leftovers to eat and saw a bunny plushie and a note attached to it. "This is Lilly. Me and Teddy decided she will enjoy being your friend." Was written by a certain purple haired vampire. Awww. She has prepared new clothes for Teddy and a fancy, somehow lolita coat for Kanato. She will have to give them to him later.

She then turned towards the exit to walk away and saw a note on the table.

"Oi, Chichinashi. Me and this Kino guy decided to have fun with you. We won't give you you presents so easily - you gotta find them!"

Yup. That's in Ayato's style. And the handwritting was so messy. There was no mistake. Y/N took the note and searched around for something left from Ayato and/or Kino. Almost half an hour later, she decided to search in the pool area. And she found another note on a bench.

"Did you think that we will give you the present so easily, Princess?" You will have to earn it! And swim all the way to the bottom of the pool to get it, hahaha!"

That handwritting was also messy, but still neater than Ayato's. Kino. Of course when these two pranksters somehow find a way to work together, it will be something like this. Good thing that she knew how to swim. She dived in and found a tiny black box on the bottom of the pool. She took it and got out of the water.

She opened it with excitement, only to find another note.

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!" Was written in Ayato's handwritting. "That was just a warm-up, the real present is on the bottom of the lake!" Was written in Kino's handwriting. These two jerks! Urgh!!!

Anyway, Y/N stretched up nicely and prepared herself. She went to the lake and dived into the cold water.

After a few unsuccessful tries she finaly found two red boxes with black ribbons and took them.

Once on land she opened the forst box.

"Ha! I knew you will open Ore-sama's present first! Now you can enjoy my scent whenever you go!" Was written on a card.

In the box there was one of Ayato's old shirts he used for basketball tranings. It was neatly washed, and folded. Heh, guess someone had aked Reiji for help. Was that present a sign of his ownership over her? Knowing Ayato, probably it was. And there were these nice sporty shoes too. They were really comfy and nice! She will play basketball with him after that. She smiled.

Then she opened Kino's present - inside there was a brand new iPhone.

"Now you can download that multiplayer game I told you about and we can play it together, right, princess?" Was written on a tiny card. That looked expensive. But more importantly, it was so sweet too! She will now spend more time with him as well.

Y/N decided she will give them their presents later at dinner - for Ayato a pair of jeans with one of its legs originaly shorter. Just in Ayato's style. And for Kino - a waterproof mini camera. He would love making unique photoshoots with it! She smiled yet again and went to take a shower, so she won't catch a cold after that.

After the shower she went to her room. She found a silver beautiful bracelet with the infinity sign and a tiny note, written in a messy manner.

"Merry Christmas! I wish you health and luck and whatever you mortals wish each other." Aaah, Subaru. Always Tsundere. She had already left his gift in his room. It was only a matter of time for him to find it. A very fluffy white pillow for him to hug in his sleep. She knew he secretly needed to hug something in his sleep.

She looked around her room again. And her gaze landed on her desk. There she found a weird heart? It was made of wires?

"Dear Eve. This is a part of the gift from the Mukami brothers to you. The other parts are in the music room, the garden and the torture chamber. Please seek Yuma for help if you have troubles assembling it. We want you to enjoy finding your gift and constructing it." Was written on a note with neat letters by Ruki, apparently.

Y/N searched all the places she was told and thankfully the Mukamis didn't prank her like Ayato and Kino did. She found 3 other hearts like this, a frame and some more wires.

Somehow she assembled it all on her own and got this:

(Imaginge that instead of "Be mine" is written "Be ours")

It was a night lamp! A very creative one! Now her nights won't be completely dark. She put it on the nightstand and enjoyed its light some more before turning it off again and going to each of the Mukami's rooms to leave them her presents - a professional kitchen knife set for Ruki, fancy jewelry for Kou, this giant encyclopedia about gardening Yuma wanted so much and an ukulele for Azusa.

And as she walked away from Azusa's room, she was suddenly hopped on the back of a certain wolf. "Nii-san is waiting for us!" Shin huffed as he ran really fast through the hallway.

He reached Carla's room where the white-haired man was waiting for them. He handed her a big fancy box.

Inside there was on of those two-pieces paintings.

"This is from our mansion's art collection. Feel honoured and Merry Christmas" Carla explained.

She thanked them multiple times. There was an wide ugly empty space on the wall in her room. Now it will finally be pretty!

"Carla, Shin... Did you find your Christmas presents?"

"Yes!" They cheerfuly said in unison and took out large doggy sweathers, put them on and changed into their wolf forms. They looked so fancy snd royal like that!

They woofed happily and Y/N went to the kitchen, smiling, remembering she has to help Reiji with dinner now. When she passes through the living room, a sleepy Shu pulled her into his embrace. She giggled and hugged back, as she felt Reiji take her hand and kissing it. Then the triplets came - rubbing their noses with hers, kissing her face. Kino appeared from behind and started playing with her hair. The Mukami brothers also joined in the kissing and hugging, as two way too familiar wolves came and snuggled with her. Subaru came out of nowhere as well.

Before she knew it, she was squished between 13 demons, who showered her with kisses and love, feeling like one big, big family.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!

Sorry that there are no pictures for some of the presents. Tumblr has limit of 10 photos per post...

[drangues]

Well, I appreciate you not finding me annoying- I just know that dealing with someone with anxiety can be. A Lot. And of course I have, like, ADD on top of that, and a general tendency to overshare because it’s hard for me to tell what the divider is between too much and not enough? Also there an Actual SCP that lets you square up with mental and physical illnesses and disorders alike, it’s great. (Nyanon, 1/10)

Anyways, I’m sorry people have said that about some of your favorites, but I’m glad you like them, anyways! It’s nice to like stuff. That aside, Kyouka just vibing up until she get the Urge to Go is. Hilarious, and would definitely happen. Also you’re right, Atsushi definitely collects old and vintage stuff and tries to restore it a bit and you should say it. Anyways, poor Atsushi is just left struggling to keep up with his adopted baby sis because how did we get here? (Nyanon, 2/10)

Kyouka what??? Kyouka please he is Confused (even though he definitely supports her traditions, like you said- Our boy is just wondered why it came out of nowhere). And those four sound like a good choice for family friends! I feel like Kyouka would get. The ODDEST assortment of gifts from them- Like, Yosano gives her an Entire Emergency Kit and Kouyou just gives her Swords and also pretty clothes. (Nyanon, 3/10)

Of course, Fukuzawa gives her toys for the local strays and some pocket money if she needs it, and Lucy probably gives her a doll or something. Atsushi, of course, fusses over making sure she has Everything, including books, bedding, her broom, and Kyouka did you pack all of your clothes??? And of course, he probably passes her Byakko’s special basket and bed (because that would be One Spoiled Cat) while in tears, like you said, because he doesn’t want her to be alone. (Nyanon, 4/10)

AND DONT WORRY KENJI IS DEFINITELY THE BOY SHE MEETS, I ALSO SHIP IT, THEYRE ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM. He chatters to her about his life on the farm and how much more busy the city is, and they bond over being in a new place on their own. Poor Atsushi can’t catch a break, and he probably freaks out everyone else by running away. Like, what the fuck are they gonna tell Kyouka when she gets back??? Atsushi where did you go? (Nyanon, 5/10)

Meanwhile Atsushi is frantically trying to Not Be Cursed and it is. A work in progress. It’d be much easier if the wizard he found actually helped instead of being a trolling bastard. Said wizard and his minions (friends) are all taken with the weird cursed maybe-not-an-old-man who’s now their house keeper? Albeit in different ways, of course, but it’s hard not to be when he’s a sweetheart, of a bit anxious. Dazai just wants to know how the fuck he gets Chuuya to listen to him. (Nyanon, 6/10)

Also please consider: Atsushi having black hair at the start, but it ends up a permanent silver with a black streak by the end, because he’s starting to embrace himself. Dazai falling farther and farther in love as the story goes on and not even realizing it, and it’s totally normal to pet someone’s hair and compliment them so much, shut UP Chuuya, you’re a sentient ball a gas, what do you know- Anyways yes I’m taken with this AU, no I don’t mind your tangent. (Nyanon, 7/10)

And it’s just like [Dazai: I’m sorry like you ignore your what now??? // Atsushi: // Dazai: Atsushi-kun please answer me- ] It’d be so chaotic it’s great. Anyways, yeah I could definitely see him not really,, Registering? That everything he once had to do isn’t necessary anymore- It’d definitely be hard to break the habit, given how long it was literally beaten into him. It’s probably the same way when it comes to like, eating and stuff? Given his experiences. (Nyanon, 8/10)

Then he realizes halfway through the day that he can, in fact, eat, and he isn’t used to that? Please help him. But all of that definitely would make him more eager to try new things, once he realized he could! He’ll try everything with anyone who’s willing. Like, he’ll do flower pressing with Kunikida (who thinks they make good bookmarks), or he’ll try collecting things with Dazai (who collects foreign coins, though Atsushi finds that he favors bottle caps). You know what I mean? (Nyanon, 9/10)

But anyways, another Scenario Concept: Please imagine Dazai and Atsushi taking naps together. Like, Atsushi curls up on Dazai’s chest and Will Not Move, and no one has the heart to move him, anyways. Dazai buries his face in Atsushi’s lap and let’s himself fall asleep while Atsushi plays with his hair. I don’t know, I’m tired and can’t think of much right now. I just want fluff. (Nyanon, 10/10)

DW!!! I ALSO SUCK AT KNOWING WHATS OVERSHARING OR NOT AND I LOVE IT WHEN SOMEONES VERY OPEN AND RAMBLES ON A LOT BECAUSE ONE OF MY BIGGEST FEAR IS AWKWARD SILENCES AND DRY CONVOS SO I LOVE THOSE TYPE OF PEOPLE CAUSE THEY ALSO MAKE ME TALK BETTER AND WE JUST HAVE A BETTER CONVO OVERALL

i loVE THEM GIVING HER THE ODDEST GIFTS I BET FUKUZAWA IS THE ONLY ACTUAL NORMAL ONE WHO GIVES HER NORMAL GIFTS meanwhile kunikida (did i say he would be a friend as well??) would give her the C UT E S T stationary items for her studies. 

and chuuya’s curse would definitely be reduced to a flame!! and akutagawas curse,,,hmm,,,maybe that he has poor health??idk if that makes sense- BUT. PLS. I CAME UP WITH A CHUUAKU AU WHERE THEY MANAGE TO FALL IN LOVE AND EVERY NIGHT AKUTAGAWA IS HUDDLED NEAR THE FIREPLACE AND TALKS TO CHUUYA SOFTLY JUST THEM TOGETHER WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE IS ASLEEP AND ATSUSHI PRETENDS NOT TO HEAR THEM HNNN AND WHEN THE CURSE IS BROKEN AND CHUUYA IS NO LONGER BOUND TO DAZAI HE JUST IS SO HAPPY HES FREE AND AKUTAGAWA LOOKS DEFLATED RIGHT BUT THEN HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLES AKUTAGAWA IN A HUG AAAA-

anyways Y E S i totally agree with atsushi having black hair and it turning grey how dare you be so amazing WOW <33 and chuuya would definitely keep on teasing dazai about everything he literally does to atsushi the moment the young(old??) man is out of earshot

flower pressing with kunikida,,,how dare you make me soft i hate you and DAZAI AND ATSUSHI TAKING NAPS TOGETHER AAAA THATS SO CUTE PL S IM CRYING

[gaylenightingale]

TUMBLR Inu/Sess Mini Bingo

Chapter 3

Curses

@redalgaebloom

Inuhime had never shared Sesshomaru’s birth prophecy with anyone.  Inuhime had hidden the scroll immediately after reading it.  Even Toga had never known of its existence.  She had assumed if no one knew then it wouldn’t come true.  Even though she felt that way, she still had the thing memorized. Perhaps she should have shared it with Izayoi.   Afterall it was about Inuyasha.

 When the second is born, the unity of the two will be grand.

Any attempts to separate will fail even though well planned.

In time a curse will fall and split the pair, love will slip away like quicksand.

During this time the enemy, he will assail, evil will be at his command.

Long and painful be the time that passes until united they stand

But when they do, faith, hope, love, peace; all will be well in the land.

 Inuhime pondered these words as she watched the two princes walk through the cherry blossom orchard. They would soon be out of sight. She was aware of what might happen next.

 They were in love.  

 Teenagers with hormones.

 ‘Ha!  I remember feeling the same way.   They do look so wonderful together.  If only Inuyasha could have children.  The children would be so beautiful.  Well, it matters not if they are lovers.  Sesshomaru will have to marry to provide an heir.   He could have whatever tryst on the side just like his father.’  Inuhime knew she needed to talk to Sesshomaru soon.  

 --------#

 Flashback—

 They were recovering in bed when Inuyasha realized the illness was from the chocolate.  He apologized privately to his older brother.

 Sesshomaru waved it off. They both ate it.  They both got sick.  As far as he was concerned, he finally got some good rest.  

 “I know you didn’t try to kill me, little brother.   You ate the same thing.   We both know now not to eat that lovely brown stuff again.  Tell me where did you get it anyway?”

 Inuyasha told Sesshomaru how his mother had told him about gifts and how he had procured the gift. Eventually he got around to telling Sesshomaru about the lip-to-lip thing the man and woman did.

 Sesshomaru was amused.   ‘So, baby brother didn’t know about kissing.  Hnnn. Easily remedied.’

 When they finally were well Sesshomaru demanded that Inuyasha continue sleeping with him.  He claimed that in all his life he had never slept better than when he had his brother at his side.   No one dare deny the Lord of the lands anything so Inuyasha was directed to sleep in Sesshomaru’s room even though he was to keep his belongs in the cottage.

 Inuhime just laughed privately.  

 When Inuhime and Izayoi asked about what food the boys had eaten Sesshomaru deflected the question and asked about other things of importance in the kingdom.   The chocolate chapter was officially closed.

 Or at least Sesshomaru thought it was.  

 Inuhime was a suspicious individual.  She knew her son did not lie but she also noted he omitted information. She had unconsciously bought in to the prophecy and suspected someone had tried to tear them apart.  ‘Now they just need to avoid a curse…,’ she pondered.

  --#

 The Inu brothers’ first kiss occurred under a blooming cherry tree in the orchard behind the castle.   Sesshomaru had drawn Inuyasha out to the orchard to show him something about the trees that he claimed he learned. He had learned it years ago but Inuyasha did not know that.     Sesshomaru leaned his side against the tree and pointed to a line in the tree bark.   Inuyasha closed in to see it.

 “These lines are called "lenticels," Sesshomaru began.

 Inuyasha reached out a finger to follow the raised horizonal line across the trunk.

 Sesshomaru added a few more details to his instruction about flowering cherry versus flowering plum. Inuyasha followed every word and buried them deep in his heart and mind.

 Soon the two inus were inches apart analyzing a fallen cherry blossom.  Sesshomaru could smell the fresh woody odor from Inuyasha mixed with the sakura.  ‘So wonderful.’   Sesshomaru raised a hand to Inuyasha’s cheek.

 “Look at me, little one,” he whispered.  “You are more beautiful than this cherry blossom.  I think it’s time for a lesson of a different kind.”   And with that he leaned in and pressed his lips to his brother’s.

 Inuyasha’s eyes opened wide. He glanced at his brother. Sesshomaru’s eyes were closed and he could see the magenta shade of his eyelids.  They were so beautiful.  Then Sesshomaru moaned, that pleasurable moan Inuyasha had heard the man make.   His toes tingled from the sound and he closed his eyes and melted into his brother.

 Sesshomaru was swept away in the kiss.  He had not anticipated such pleasure.  He needed more.

 The two broke their lip lock to catch their breath and then dazed they stared at each other and resumed kissing.   When they needed air again, Sesshomaru allowed Inuyasha to breathe but peppered his face with quick light kisses.  The kisses led from his lips to his cheeks and jaw, then down his neck and throat to his collar bone where Sesshomaru stopped to take a deep breath and lick his brother’s pulse point.

 Inuyasha giggled. “That tickles!”  He wiggled away from his brother.  When he was a foot away, he smiled winningly at his brother.   Sesshomaru smiled back and the chase was on.

 Sesshomaru was operating on instinct at this point.  He was chasing a potential mate.  He was excited about what followed next.  He knew he needed to catch the hanyou.  This being was the one to complete him. This was his true love.  He knew it.  It was as the castle healers had taught him.

 Inuyasha’s instincts were slightly diluted but he also knew he was to run.  He had no experience on what was to come next.  He had never heard his instincts because the only training he had was from his human mother.

 This was the primary demon mating instinct chase.  All demons had it for their first love.  

 The chase magic was disturbed when a castle guard interrupted.  He was told to retrieve Sesshomaru for some important business.   Inuyasha heard the guard call for his brother and hid behind a nearby tree watching.

 When Sesshomaru left to answer the message, the guard lingered.  He found the hanyou and beat him for distracting the lord of the lands. The guard left the battered and bruised hanyou crumpled on the forest floor.

 It took several hours but Inuyasha recovered and returned to his mother’s cottage.   He and his mother ate.  During the meal Inuyasha asked his mother about kissing.    Izayoi knew it was time to teach Inuyasha about love and sex so after the meal she discussed the subject with her son in generalizations. She assumed there was a young maid that had caught Inuyasha’s eye.  She did not know there was anything between the brothers.  She told Inuyasha that consummating a relationship was incredibly special and should be reserved for the one you loved.

 Inuyasha nodded and promised her that he would save his virginity for that special person.

 It was late by the time bedtime had come around. Inuyasha’s injuries from the beating were healed and Sesshomaru never saw that his brother had been wounded.   Since this had happened all Inuyasha’s life he felt no need to tell his brother.    Inuyasha slipped into bed and turned his back to his brother who grabbed him around the waist and pulled him tightly to his chest.  Within seconds the two were asleep.

 The kiss became a pleasant memory in both Inus minds.  There were other kisses but none like the first. Inuyasha kept the promise he had made to his mother and didn’t allow any sexual advances.  He was saving his virginity for the one he loved.  He never spoke about it to Sesshomaru or he would have learned that Sesshomaru was the one he loved.

 Sesshomaru was a gentleman. He would wait as long as it took for his brother to be ready.  He was a virgin also.  He did understand the feelings and instincts.  He had been educated by the castle healers about all things reproductive.

 Life continued for many moons.

 ---#

 Castle guards were posted outside of the doors of the royal family suite.  They witnessed the coming and going of the half-breed.   Unknown to either brother, the castle guards were angered by the presence of the hanyou. They had all dedicated their lives to Toga.   His death on behalf of the mongrel half-breed infuriated them. The hanyou’s presence in the cottage was barely tolerable but, in the suite, it angered them.

 Any time he was near, they resorted to verbal assaults and muttering about how they wanted him gone.  Every night as he entered the royal suite, they took out their anger on the poor boy by verbally abusing him and occasionally tripping him.

 The guards’ anger continued to fester until one evening when an old hag asked for shelter in their guard quarters.

 “What have you got to offer in exchange,” the guards asked.

 “I am but an old woman, but I can make a nasty curse.   Would that suffice as payment?” The old hag’s voice crackled and warbled.

 “It would indeed,” called one of the guards that had thrown the most rocks at the hanyou.  “I think that hanyou needs to be cursed.”

 The other guards nodded and grunted in agreement and the arrangement was made.

 The old hag made the curse on Inuyasha before she went to sleep.   The hanyou joined his brother for bed as usual.   When the night shift guards returned to their quarters that am and gave report all the guards realized nothing had happened and they proceeded to wake the witch abruptly.

 Cackling the old woman gathered her cloak and told the men that her curses took time and they might regret their actions.    Then she conjured some smoke and popped out of view.

 The guards stared at each other in confusion.  Seconds later the guard quarters burst open and an enraged Prince Sesshomaru stood drooling green poison.

 “How dare you beat this one’s kin!”   He destroyed all the guards and the guard quarters within seconds but not before hearing one guard say, “at least the hanyou was cursed first”.   Sesshomaru raced back to his room.

 The witch’s curse was not set to go into effect until the hanyou had fallen asleep.  Prior to sleep the brothers kissed and cuddled and talked of the future.  During that time Inuyasha asked if Sesshomaru could “please ask the guards to stop hitting him”.  Sesshomaru was so angry he would have gotten up then and destroyed the guards, however, Inuyasha had pulled him back into an embrace and within seconds Sesshomaru decided it could wait until morning.

 If only he had gone that night, he could have stopped the curse because he would have killed the witch along with the guards.

 Inuyasha woke alone in the big bed.  He looked about him and wondered why he was there.  He grabbed his clothes and returned to the cottage.

“Mother, we must move. Now!  There is no time to talk about it.  Hurry!”

 He grabbed her and put her on his back and ran away from the castle of the West.

 Izayoi was confused but followed her son’s direction and soon they were on their way to her old village.   They never arrived.  The road was perilous and more often than not they were robbed and beaten.  By the time they reached a small remote village near the sea they decided to stop and settle there. Neither traveler looked like they had been of nobility, so they fit into the fishing village without any problems.   Izayoi quickly established herself as an embroiderer while Inuyasha performed manual labor.  They resided in the village for several years until Izayoi became sick.  On her death bed she asked why they had moved from Sesshomaru’s castle.  But Inuyasha looked confused.

 “Who is Sesshomaru, Mother?”

 In the Western Lands a mournful bay was heard once and then no more.  The sound was so sad that everyone who heard it cried without understanding why. It was said the Lord of the Western lands had suffered a grievous loss and his heart had become cut off to all.

Word count: 2055

  #inusess#inucest#mini bingo    

@redalgaebloom #Inusessbingo

[koutawoo]

YES I LOVE GOSHIKIHI HE IS SO CUTE YES.Talented baby. I actually like that haircut of his? lol it's cute. THAT MOMENT WHEN HINATA COMPLIMENTED HIM AFGADAFGDA (rn I gotta go but please let's keep this going)_ Cognizant anon

hnnn the way he just wants his senpai to acknowledge his skills. GIVE OUR BOY HIS PRAISE!! (YES HINATA!!) he hasn’t gotten any since joining shiratorizawa HAHA he might seem like a brat who’s constantly declaring war on ushijima 24/7 about being the ace but he’s really just hiding his insecurities omg (recall: recap movie shiratorizawa scene cut). when he started crying, i started crying. he looks up to ushijima so much and they only got to spend one year together and the responsibility of being ace is just so. damn. heavy. esp after ushijima’s era. DASHDKJAS HAPPY THOUGHTS GOSHIKI IS HAPPY IT’S OKAY his bangs are THRIVING i love them it’s literally so cute shame on u ppl who call it ugly mushroom hair </3

i just want to give him pats and praise ;-;

[peanut-the-goalie]

@heyitssmiller​ newchapternewchapternewchapter

Black, you’re going to make us late

said like an old married couple

“Alright, alright. Coming. Here.” He handed Remus the cup of tea after he’d locked up the apartment and waited for him to take a sip expectantly, all eager gray eyes and puppy-like enthusiasm. Remus let that smile he was holding back slip through the cracks as he brought the cup to his lips. He took a sip, keeping his face carefully neutral.

this section like this paragraph and the next 2 - 3. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOUR WRITING, I CAN’T NOT READ WITHOUT GRINNING

“Hmm?” He demanded, causing Remus to laugh. “What does hmm mean?”

“It means your tea is shit but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

not me making heart eyes at the screen nope

“Please don’t drink anymore of this, holy shit.” Sirius took the lid off and dumped the contents into a nearby trashcan as they walked quickly in order to escape the bitterly cold morning.

I would advise not to dump liquids into the trash can, but we don't wanna kill the plants do we?

“That’s pretty hard to do when it’s a hot liquid. I’m kind of impressed.”

I want to attempt this now. I want Remus Lupin to be proud of me pls

“Well, I didn’t get my morning tea.” Remus replied, holding the door open for Sirius

sassy remus snarky remus my favourite remus

They hadn’t even shrugged off their coats before Logan was approaching them, a stiff expression on his face.

“We need to talk.”

nonono what what? hnnn are we making leo suffer through this whole story or smth?

Logan didn’t even answer, he just started walking

quiet Logan is the most concerning logan

“I’m requesting a transfer.”

Remus blinked, surprised at the suddenness of the statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Is this about that kiss you planted on O’Hara?” Sirius asked with a teasing grin. Logan’s expression shifted from blank to pained in half a second

1) Lo Lo Lo baby noooo

2) frick off sirius

Logan squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply through nose. He seemed more worried about leaving his partners exposed than his transfer being denied. A thought made its way to the forefront of Remus’ mind, making him consider a different angle to why Logan was so upset.

ever loving protective lo

The Snakes were proven to be brutal and merciless and not afraid to start fights. Or finish them. Logan’s partners had never experienced something like that, and there was no way they’d be prepared if one of their missions went south.

what the fuck miller. crY

Leo laughed softly. “Alright there, Finn?” He blinked. “What year is it?”

I love finn

Logan couldn’t help but think he was beautiful even without a lot of rest. His hair was all disheveled, eyes big and sleepy, and voice all low and rough. It would take a hell of a lot to make Finn O’Hara not beautiful.

pining

But first: sleep.

yes sleep first always (i say as im planning on staying but for...more hours ew math)

Make my wish come true, baby all I want for Christmas is you!

Even the Christmas music was mocking him now. That was just perfect. Now if they added the word two to the end of that lyric, it would be spot-on.

mean music

A dark, cold room with only two beds, Logan noticed after he switched on the light.

ohmygodtherewasonlyonetwobeds

I’m just thinking about the unlucky one who has to sleep alone :(

How had this become his life?

The universe loves you, deal with it

“How are my sleeves still too short?”

SLEEVES ARE TALL PEOPLE WORST ENEMIES ack

ALSO LOGAN I JUST.. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

“Fight me.” Logan said heatedly, turning to glare at Finn. He stopped short and his gaze turned soft as he watched the redhead adjusting his tie in the mirror, all gorgeous lines and focused face. His tongue stuck out slightly as he tightened the knot of his tie and tried to straighten it.

It was still crooked.

SAY IT WITH ME, PIN-ING

“Your tie’s still crooked.” He said, reaching up to tug at the article of clothing.

Idk whether to yell or say awwwwwwwwwwwww

since the last op.

i’ve just realized op meant operation smh

But Finn was a conman. He literally fooled people for a living. Who was to say that Logan wasn’t just the next mark on a long list?

finn if you fuck with their emotions istg—

Finn sucked in a quick breath beside him. “Oh, Nutty, no.”

this made me smiLE

Finn closed the distance between him and Leo and reached up to ruffle his hair. Leo attempted to swat his hand away with an offended noise. “Harzy, do you know how long it took me to get my hair to look like that?”

Finn: I just wanted to touch his hair okay?

“She taught me how to dance by having me stand on her feet, so I actually learned how to follow before I learned to lead.”

im love. im love im love im love

Finn just pulled him closer, tilting his head up slightly to look at those soft eyes. “Try me, Knut.”

rgjhrflkuhko;iyh

Singing off-key was something Finn never thought he would find endearing, but – well. This was Leo Knut. Pretty much everything he did was endearing

miller aaaaah

Logan moved his gaze away to look at Leo, who was dancing with Regulus. They were pressed closely together, talking quietly. Leo looked completely in his element, which surprised Logan just a little. The normal, jittery movements of a pickpocket were replaced with the graceful, assured motions of a practiced dancer. He made it look as easy as breathing.

wait aw reggie and leo dancing because yayay canon friends change my mind

“Nice grab. I almost didn’t catch it.”

no. damn it reg

“Don’t play dumb. Just give it back and tell me who you’re working for. I promise I won’t kill you, but – well. I’m a Snake, and I do have a reputation to withhold.”

REGULUS, NO

Regulus froze, shoulders tensing. After a long stretch of silence he whispered, voice pained, “He’s alive?”

Remus looked over at the man in question as they listened in and watched his face absolutely crumble. “Reg.”

SAIJFDKHSD;F

June was great – nice, beautiful, whip-smart, and way too good to be messing around with people like the Snakes.

june june june june

A tall, broad man with cold eyes and a feral smile looked back at them

Grayback, it’s grayback isn’t it? fuck you

Sirius wasn’t even listening in anymore as sat next to Remus, forcefully prying Remus’ hand away from where it was gripping his shoulder too tightly and lacing their fingers together while Remus struggled to breathe.

I hate Grayback

Who knew a hug could be so complicated?

I mean they are though. I had my personal space so violated yesterday because my friends kept hugging me and they know I hate hugs unless i initiate them like a weirdo and i didn’t know what to dooo

“Finn, did you just say y’all?” Logan couldn’t see him, but he could hear the delighted smile in Leo’s voice.

Miller is rubbing us on all of us and i love it

The night only got worse when he looked over to the newcomer to face eerie, yellow eyes.

he remind me of a basilisk. Didn’t I name him tinkerbell? Im never going to see tinkerbell normally again, scary lil fairy

[unforestalledreturn]

Atsui Springs- Part 3

|| Fan fic part 3/5? Synopsis: After discovering his two best friends doing the dirty on his own bed, Genesis’ world is turned upside down. Now, the two of them have a lover’s getaway planned at Atsui, an elite resort famed for their hot springs. But not everything appears at it seems. And Genesis inexplicably finds himself crashing the getaway but discovering a truth hidden right beneath his nose. Featured ships: My guilty pleasure, OT3. NSFW: Yes, but not in this part Word Count: 2829

Part 1: Uninvited Guest Part 2: Awe

Part 3: Unraveling

At the summit, the view could not have been clearer. Even in his unhappiness, Genesis had to appreciate how beautiful it was, and how inviting the hot water in a large pool appeared. Settled in the natural depression of the mountainside, the spring had multiple layers, giving access to varied seating which had been smoothed down as to eliminate any jagged edges or corners. Off to the side of the pool was a small, unattended stand stocked with towels and other commodities such as incense, foods, and water. Setting his towel to the side, Genesis slipped in, wincing at first at the sheer heat of the pool. But after some adjustment, the redhead let out a pleasured sigh. Heat completely enveloped his sore body. Wading closer to the center where it was deeper, Genesis allowed the water to rise to about his nose and shut his eyes. Weightless, he let his heavy thoughts and feelings dissipate into the water. It was no wonder this was the honeymoon suite. Although for something of this quality, Genesis could not even imagine the cost. Even his own parents had gone once, and they were more on the social elite side as it was. Then again, time was also a constraint, one which they never seemed to have.

It was peculiar as it was sad. Of all of them, Angeal was the most miserly. He scraped and saved every last gil he earned, cut corners, scoured thrift stores, always finding the best deal. He was always sacrificing quality for quantity. But Genesis supposed it was all for a reason. It was beyond clear to him that Angeal would go to extreme lengths to care and provide for those he loved--

…Sephiroth did not even know how lucky he was. How could he? Only someone who had grown up with Angeal could see the depth of sacrifices he made. Only he really understood what Angeal gave up on a daily basis. And while, from time to time, Genesis caved into Angeal’s tendency to spoil, even he tried not to make it a habit. If he did… he would undoubtedly rot to the core. Hell, even as someone Angeal was not romantically interested in, Genesis already felt spoiled.

What then… would it be liked to be loved by him?

It was a dangerous thought, and Genesis knew it. But like his body, his heart too felt sore. Blowing bubbles from beneath the surface of the water, the redhead signaled his discontent. …He supposed it would be like basking in the sunshine. Worries, troubles, heartaches all evaporating away with laughter and kisses. They would spend every hour together if possible. Genesis would always be up to some sort of scheme. Angeal would voice his concern but come along. Sephiroth would—ah… Sephiroth was there too. The more he thought about it, the less he could picture it any other way. It simply would not feel right without the silver elite’s sarcasm, his smug smirk, and lofty attitude.

There was no escaping it. Because while Angeal was sunshine, Sephiroth was laughter. He was a catalyst that simultaneously made Genesis infuriated with him and… adore him. It was a dizzy dance in untold chaos and mirth. The greatest mistake to make around Sephiroth was to think you knew him. Genesis found himself surprised more times than he could count.

Laughing through his nose, Genesis shook his head. Of all the people out there, just how was it the two he loved and cherished above everything else were involved with each other? And while Genesis was unable to choose one above the other… apparently… they could.

“Genesis, are you alive over there?” Angeal’s familiar voice called to him, the ripples in the water and slosh of movement indicating he had entered the pool.

Exerting the least amount of energy possible, Genesis shifted to face Angeal who, at first, started to wade out. Ultimately, he sat down on an outcrop of layered rock, the water coming to about his chest.

“Hnnn…” He hummed in affirmation, eyes half-lidded as they settled on Angeal’s figure. He was attractive. He always had been. Who was not attracted to the finely toned and bulky bear of a man that looked he could break a tree on his knee? Especially when Genesis knew just how tender his hands could be? Feeling somewhat light-headed, he waded closer, to the shallow end of the pool, letting out a soft groan.

Angeal leaned forward as though ready to act at a moment’s notice.

“Barely…” Genesis finally said with a smile, idly rubbing the spot on his arm where Sephiroth had gripped in the elevator. It was surprisingly sore. Glancing down, he discovered a new bruise, not that it was recent. By the looks of it, it was probably a week or so old. Shaking his head, Genesis returned his gaze to Angeal, who, while looking at him was… distracted.

He was looking at the bruises, no doubt. He seemed particularly fixated on the one around his neck, the clear imprint of fingers digging in apparent.

Genesis gave a dismissive wave. “I already told you its fine. I… like it rough, remember?” He said with a flippant smile. And while true, it was only in part. In theory, Genesis almost liked the idea of little love marks claiming his skin, reminding him of just who it was he belonged to. But these flings were nothing like that. Commitment was… the last thing any of them wanted. And it did not matter how many he slept with. None of them could do in an entire night what Angeal or Sephiroth could do with a soft touch or word.

The craving they had created was intense as it was ravenous. Perhaps that was why he had shown up here, despite himself. Genesis could not stay away even if he wanted to.

Sighing heavily, Angeal looked down at the water. “Genesis… can I ask you something?”

Crossing his arms, the redhead felt the rise of a lump at his throat. “Yeah…”

“The people you meet at the bar… they… do you care for any of them?” He said, looking up with an expression that struck Genesis. It was… frightened, and… if he dared even think it, on the verge of… heartbreak.

Genesis shook his head. “They are only in it for the sex. So am I.” Only, it was a means to an end. Genesis knew it. He knew it at his core that the flesh on flesh contact was little more than a replacement. It was the mindless consumption of sweets to fill an empty stomach while the waft of comforting, hearty food filled the air. It only drove his hunger.

But he could not eat.

He knew this. And yet, it did not stop him either. If Genesis deceived himself enough, sometimes, he could trick himself into believing that the hands-on his throat was love, that his pleas for cessation was ignored out of love, and his body left unsatisfied and broken for love.

“…Does that… really make you happy?” Angeal asked quietly, voice tight.

“I’ll… take what I can get.” Genesis replied.

“Genesis.” Angeal’s voice rose higher, muscles tensing. His shoulders shook in the suppression of something that Genesis refused to let himself think about.

… Even if Angeal did not love him… It did not mean he did not care. He knew this.

He knew what had convinced himself to come for that reason. For Angeal, what was one more death in his heart? Perhaps if Genesis deceived himself long enough, he would be happy for them. His heart would mend, and they could all be… happy.

And then, Angeal shook his head. “Look at what they do to you. They thrash you around like a ragdoll. Why… why do you let yourself suffer?”

Expression hardening, Genesis snapped. “Not… everyone has it as good as you. Not everyone gets what they want.” The redhead stood up, face contorted in anger. “You can call it messed up all you like-- Is it really so wrong to want to feel important? To feel loved?”

“Of… of course not. But I—the both of us. We… worry for you.” Angeal’s voice trembled.

“Well don’t. You have better things to worry about me now, don’t you?” Genesis spat, the venom pouring out from his tongue before he had a chance to swallow it back down. Now, it oozed from him like an infected sore.

Taken aback, Angeal stammered, “G-genesis, what are you saying?”

Genesis scoffed. “You know exactly what I am saying. Or are you going to say you weren’t fucking Seph in my bed?”

“You are misunderstanding—”

“Exactly what am I misunderstanding? The two of you have been together a while, right? And please, before you try to lie, I am not stupid. I know a lovebird when I see one. Or two. But I kept telling myself it was in my head. I kept believing every fucking lie you told me because it was easier than the truth. And you know what? At least at the bar, I know the kind of people I take to bed. They will fuck and take whatever the hell they want from me. But with you… You and Sephiroth? … I… I thought I knew better.” His voice cracked as he sniffled.

While Angeal was speechless, Genesis waded to the edge of the pool, snatching up his towel. Angrily, he stormed away from the spring. Away from Angeal. Away from that stupid conversation that always cropped up when he least expected.

When he made it to the zen garden, he was almost surprised to cross paths with Sephiroth who had showered, a towel around his waist. The two made eye contact for a moment before Genesis snapped his head away and continued his way into the room.

Once alone, the door slid shut behind him, Genesis found his back against the wall, sliding down until he crumbled into a miserable pile on the floor. He felt the bile on his tongue, the corrosive acid of his own words eating at his soul. All he could see was Angeal’s expression. The horror, the powerlessness… the fear. In all their time in SOLDIER, there had been a rift between them. It had been subtle back then, their fights infrequent, but ever on the back burner, ever unresolved. Tempers frayed. Normally, it turned into a shouting match before one or the other left.

This time, it was different. Angeal looked… devastated. And Genesis hated it. By this point, Angeal probably hated him. And for all his bravado, the redhead could not find a reason why he shouldn’t. No matter how Genesis looked at it, he was the center of the problem. He was the only one who had a problem. He was a fire—a crying, burning, liar. He consumed, expanded, and destroyed.

Why would anyone love him?

What was there to love?

What did he even have to offer? Passion?

What… was it he was lacking? Perhaps it was honor. Perhaps it was self-sacrifice. Perhaps it was neither of these, and it was something that Genesis simply was incapable of understanding. For some reason, whatever it was, Sephiroth seemed to have it. And no matter how he tried to emulate, tried to prove that he had it, he always fell short.

Breathe. He needed to breathe. From atop the boiling temperatures of his heart, he needed to sink. Genesis needed to drown the fire that had driven him so. If he did not feel the way he did, none of this would be a problem. Love, it seemed, was only kind to some. Nurturing, thoughtful, and loving to the blessed, it was corrosive, dark, and all-consuming otherwise.

Pulling himself together and off the floor, Genesis glanced towards the sliding door. His uniform was still near the springs. Retrieving them at the risk of another interaction was the least of his desires.  He looked around, opening the sliding door to the bedroom where a large futon lay front and center, a bathroom adjacent to it. In a dresser, he located some spare robes, laughing emptily to himself.

They were all going to be monstrous, considering Sephiroth and Angeal’s size. It did not matter of the three stacks he selected, so he pulled one out and slid it on his body. As expected, the robe nearly touched the floor, the shoulders barely managing to stay on his comparatively lean frame. And so, he simply let tied off the robe so it gave him some semblance of decency but allowed the shoulders to slide off his own so the fabric bunched near his elbows instead.

Briefly, Genesis slipped into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy. So, it was showing on his face now, huh? And for one who prided himself in his clever concealment of his softer emotions, it was… distressing. He looked horrible. If only… there was a way to make it stop. Lightly, he traced along the darkened flesh around his neck. If there was a way to suffocate these feelings…

His fingers slid around his throat. He shut his eyes as though to submerge his consciousness. But voices carried from the open window above him caught his attention. At first, it was just noise, but as they came closer to the room, he could pick out words.

“…will be fine. I won’t let him slip away so easily next time.” Sephiroth said with a benign tone, one geared to comfort.

Angeal sighed loudly. “We can hope.”

The sliding door in the back opened, and Genesis let his hand fall to his side. It would not happen again. Turning on the sink, Genesis washed his face, scrubbing away the hurt, the venom, and anything else that would break his façade.

The sound of running water apparently caught Angeal’s attention, as his form filled the bathroom door, expression a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “G… genesis… you…”

Standing up with a smile, Genesis regarded Angeal through the mirror softly nodding. “Let’s… forget about it, love. No need to spoil the fun.”

“…” Silent a moment, Angeal processed the words carefully. Ultimately, he let out another of those loud sighs, but at least appeared to be relieved. “… Maybe… now isn’t the time. But I wish to talk to you later.”

Grimacing, Genesis glanced over his shoulder. “Of course. … The two of you came back early.” He changed subjects, unsure if he really meant what he had said.

“I… was hungry.” Angeal gave a weak smile, but he was a terrible liar. It was endearing, really. At times, Genesis contemplated teaching his childhood friend how to put on a face but… it did not seem necessary. Angeal had no reason to hide.

“You and your stomach.” Genesis teased, backing away from the sink, approaching the door, but Angeal did not budge. Not at first. But after the two maintained eye contact for a couple of uneasy seconds, Angeal let him through. “Good thing there’s so much food then. I reckon you’ll grow another foot by the end of it.”

Shaking his head, Angeal followed him back to the main room like a lost puppy. At the table already was Sephiroth, arms crossed, legs splayed lazily with a single-arm resting on a propped knee, his other hand behind him for support. His feral look was trained on Genesis as he lowered himself down on the cushion across from Sephiroth.

“Anyone ever tell you that you could kill a man with that look?” Genesis remarked returning the look full on. It was not as though he were not used to by that intent, unblinking stare by now but… somehow it made him feel… uneasy now. It was like Sephiroth was already working to rip apart his newly crafted mask.

Sephiroth scoffed. “Yes.” And then his gaze lowered, this time to Genesis’ exposed shoulders. “You do know you have your own robes, right?”

Frozen, the redhead’s brain scrambled. For how large Angeal and Sephiroth were, surely, they had to custom order theirs. Then again, Genesis was more average. It would be easy to throw together a couple for his uninvited intrusion. Biting his lip, Genesis gave a nonchalant shrug, the motion unintentionally causing it to slide some down his back.

“I liked yours better.” He smirked, puckering his lips up cheekily.

Sephiroth’s expression was priceless. Those feline slits of his warbled wider, like a cat intrigued before they narrowed even thinner than they were before. He shifted, leaning over the table as he reached forward, passing by the small banquet laid as a divider between them. And then, took hold of a small carafe of liquid, using his other hand to unstack a small set of sake cups. He poured the liquid slowly into each.

“Genesis… lets… play a game.” He said, a near purr at his throat. To be continued

[friendlylocalwhumper]

part 1 (writing the letter) | part 2 (reading the letter) | part 3 (the breaking) | part 4 (rescue) | part 5 (aftercare)

anders is @whump-sprite‘s oc.

Pain, and terror, and terror and pain. There’s nothing else, anymore. Even in this car, in Anders’ arms. Just more pain, and terror. Bones shifting, joints grinding all wrong, his head exploding with agony. The fear of punishment for being out of the cellar, and being told to heal - shatter - his shoulder more, and hearing that he’s being brought to Emory.

Emory doesn’t love him, Lux knows, he remembers, he’s been very careful about remembering that one thing. So that when he wakes up on the floor, he doesn’t think stupidly that Emory would care that he’s hurting. The Hunter is all he has now, all he has room for in his mind and heart. Scraps of comfort from him, approval, forgiveness after enough hours of screaming. Has he been good enough, yet? Will he be healed a little bit, soon, if he cries some more, begs sweetly? He hurts, hurts so much, and no one loves him, he knows, he remembers, only the Hunter.

Lux starts crying into Anders’ shoulder, lost in the pain of his broken body being jostled by the car’s movements, desperate for the Hunter to come back and cradle him and press healing magic into his body with murmured praise.

Emory. Emory. Lux still loves him, and it hurts so bad, especially since he’s still being punished for it. The Hunter doesn’t like that Lux can’t let Emory go. He wants Lux to love his captor alone. But he can’t stop hurting himself by imagining Emory holding him, hugging him, kissing his cheek and calling him Curls again.

Now that he’s going to see Emory again, Lux wants to stop, wants to forget, wants to erase the love. He’s scared, he’s scared of being hated, and he’s sorry, so so sorry. There aren’t enough ways to apologize as much as Lux needs to.

He mumbles his incoherent terror into Anders’ shoulder, leans against him and keens, moans, cries out all his stress.

Lux’s focus disintegrates entirely when the car stops and he’s pulled out, carried away inside. His body is a mess of broken bones and grating overloaded nerves, and agony consumes his whole mind.

And then he’s set down on something that’s not the floor, and Lux sees Emory - Anders isn’t letting him come close to Lux yet - so the sobbing returns full-force. He can’t speak for the crying that clogs up his throat, and he can’t even hide his face in his hands because his arms don’t work very well, broken in various places as they are. He broke his shoulder most recently, as soon as he was told to, but no one’s told him he did well yet… maybe, maybe he should break it more, more breaking, it’ll make him happy…

Anders says something to Emory, and Lux watches his brown, freckled, very sad-looking Emory come over to the side of the bed. Lux shakes and shifts one hand to be closer to his stomach, farther from reach.

The mere ten seconds that have passed are too long for Lux, for his broken mind that wants no part of this thinking and waiting and worrying. Pain, please, he wants pain, let him break something, let his mind be cracked open and slammed into, anything but the feeling.

“S-s-sorry,” He whines, eyes going more hazy as he lets the fear consume him. “Sorry, hnnn, ‘m sorry, d-don’t - don’t -” Begging for it to stop, instead of asking for more? Very bad, very very bad, needs to be punished. Lux keeps on pleading in earnest. “Ple-ease d-, please, nnngh, so-orry, I, I…” Emory cups his cheek, and a choked sound escapes Lux as he leans into the touch. “‘m-mory, I… hnnn, ‘m, s-, I’m…” He babbles a bit more, the sobbing welling up and crashing like a wave, leaving him too much of a mess to speak coherently.

~

“What happened? I mean, do we know? Did you see anything? Will he -”

“Had to break his own bones with his magic, know that pretty damn well,” Anders growls, avoiding Emory as best he can on a leg that clearly doesn’t want to hold his weight. “He - fuck - tried to help him heal that shoulder, fucking shattered it instead. And he doesn’t seem to relax at all when you’re close, Emory, so you’d better back off.”

Emory does, right now, giving Anders more space instead of following him further. “I’m not gonna leave him,” He answers, frustrated.

“Good. Better not. But give him some breathing room. Something’s twisted in his head. Give him space, ease into it. Fuck.” Anders grabs his knee and sinks down into his armchair, his anger only growing more visible the longer Emory hovers and bugs him with useless questions. “Just go, hold his hand or something, goddamn.”

~

“Lux, honey, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe.”

Lying on top of the comforter that Emory laid out for him, limbs and joints still broken and breaths still ragged with terror, Lux gives only another shuddering sob at the words.

“Please, Curls, I don’t know how to help… why are you so sad?” Emory knows that Lux was hurt badly, scared worse, he knows Lux was lonely, but he doesn’t get why Lux is still crying, still tense and quaking and unable to sink into safety.

Anders said he can’t set Lux’s bones, rebreak the worst ones, splint everything and get it healing. Not yet. If he tries, if he puts his hands on Lux and causes more pain, Lux won’t ever feel safe with them. Lux might break beyond repair with his next guttural scream. Anders came in, put ice on the joints that could take the touch without making Lux pass out, brushed his fingers through Lux’s curls and promised in a low, steady voice that Lux is home, he’s safe, he’s doing a great job.

Emory doesn’t want to imagine how Anders knew to do all that. He doesn’t get how Anders is able to draw Lux’s eyes to him, and ease some of the tension in the bed-ridden warlock, make him nod slightly in weary agreement that yes, he thinks he’s home, he might be safe, he wants Anders’ hand to stay in his curls and he wants to keep being told that he’ll be okay.

“Lux, why… why are you still scared? Why do you look at me like I broke your heart?” He can’t help asking, even if his boyfriend is in too much pain to string together a coherent answer. “What did I do, what can I do?”

Lux looks so deeply sad, even through the tightness in his expression from all the pain. He looks away, up at the ceiling, face scrunching up more with a sob that wants to escape but which would hurt too much.

He doesn’t expect his face to be touched, so he flinches this time from the palm at his cheek, whimpering with the agony reignited by the movement.

“S-sorry,” Lux gasps, and Emory pulls away looking even more miserable.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I startled you.” There’s a moment of silence, Lux staring up at the ceiling as tears slip down his cheeks, and Emory watching with a sinking feeling in his gut. “Lux, do you still love me?”

Usually a silent cryer, the warlock lets out a choked sound and closes his eyes, hiding as best he can. His chest flutters terribly with jerking, shuddery breaths.

“Y-yes, I - sorry, s-sorry, I c-c-can’t, can’t s-stop… I, still lo-ove… nnnh, love you, ‘m sorry, can’t, can’t…” His hearing fades out for a bit, and opening his eyes doesn’t let him see much as darkness seeps in from the edges of his sight. The pain is too much, and it’s only getting worse the more emotional he becomes.

Emory starts trying to calm him, wiping tears from his cheeks and touching his hair and touching a part of his arm that isn’t broken. Lux forces himself to breathe, to just keep breathing and let the oxygen return his sight and sense of balance.

“Why’s that scare you, Curls, why’re you panicking? It’s okay, I love you too, I’m sorry I doubted you, I know you love me. Not going anywhere, I love…” Lux is just crying harder again. “Honey, I - what’s wrong?”

“Y-y-you don’t ha-, have to l-lie.” Hiccups are coming now, lurching out between the sobs, and those bring keens of agony. “You, I kn-know, I know you, d-don’t, know you do-on’t… l-love, lo-, love m-m-me… hhhnn…” Lux doesn’t struggle in the slightest as Emory holds him carefully, gently, trying to keep him in one piece.

“Lux, Lux, of course I love you, I love you so much, why - honey, you need to breathe, you’re hurting yourself, can you calm down for me? Shh, it’s okay, we have all the time in the world, I’ll listen, take your time.” Emory wants to pull Lux into a hug and never let go, but that’d bring more pain and crying than anything. “I love you, I love you, that hasn’t changed. Breathe, Curls, breathe for me.” Watching Lux’s tear-flooded, pain-fogged eyes stare up at him in unbearable hurt and disbelief, Emory’s heart breaks all over again for him. “Tell me what’s wrong, tell me what he made you believe, I’ll explain. I’ll help you remember. I never stopped loving you, honey, I promise.”

“P-p-promise?” Lux is terrified to believe. “L-, love, love m-m-me - Em, y-you…?”

“Yes, I promise, I swear. Come on, breathe for me, breathe with me, okay? Please believe me, you’re safe, you’re home, I love you.”

“You - on, on the c-couch - I rem-member, you, s-said, said, ‘m an-, annoying, I -” Those weren’t Emory’s exact words - oh, Lux said it all, Emory just watched, listened… “I’m, I, c-cry too m-m-much, an’, and my s-scars - you said - you left, left m-me…”

“That didn’t happen. None of that, nothing like that. It’s not real. Look -” Emory pulls out a carefully folded piece of lined paper from his back pocket and unfolds it, holding it up for Lux to see. “Your letter. Been reading it a lot. You said you love me, and you love being you, and you love what we are.”

Lux’s eyes go wide. He reaches with one shaky hand to take hold of it, staring at the handwriting, the worn edges. “I wro-ote this,” He mutters, stunned.

“Yeah, you did. It gave me hope that you’d come home. You were scared, but you stayed brave, you made it out. No, please don’t argue,” Emory interrupts preemptively as Lux opens his mouth to speak. “You’re not broken, and you’re not dead. It’s okay if healing takes time, and if you think I don’t love you or something, we got time to figure it all out. I just wanted you back.” At Lux’s emotional sound, Emory leans into the last sentiment he expressed. “Wanted you home, safe, wanted to see you smile again. You’re all I want in the world, Lux, it hurt so bad knowing you were all alone, I felt that. I didn’t give up on you for a second.”

Lux’s eyes are glistening with wonder. “Didn’t?”

“I didn’t. Let us help you, please, Lux? Fix your, your arms and legs, help with the pain? You know you’re home, you’re safe, I don’t want you to hurt for a second longer than you have to.”

The panic is back, low and thrumming as Lux’s eyes flutter and his breath catches. “Gotta - h-have to? Gotta br-break… break ‘em more?”

“Just a little bit, to get them healing right. But I’ll stay close and hold your hand, okay? And you know who else is gonna be helping?”

“Mmmh?”

“Anders.”

With a jerky nod, Lux blinks back fresh tears. “...love Anders,” He mutters, thinking.

“Yeah, he’s great.” Lux is scared again; that’s not good. Emory can’t wait longer and see Lux in agony, but now he’s scared that he messed up Lux’s feeble start to recovery. “You know, we can wait, you don’t have to be touched or splinted or anything until you’re ready.”

“I, I w-, want… h-hurts…” Lux moans and takes a minute to gather himself. “Want to be h-healed, was, I was, was v-very good.” A flash of fear. “Tr-, tried, mean I tried… ple-ease, please, wanna, want… want m-magic, t’ get healed, I can, can obey, Em-mory…”

Lux knows where he is, knows who he’s with, but he still doesn’t get that he doesn’t have to be good for anyone now.

“And, and - he’s, nnnh, Em-mory, Anders d-, doesn’t, doesn’t li-ike me an-nymo-ore…” The whimpers are building back up as Lux makes himself sadder by thinking about it. “Doesn’t l-, like me, he’s, mmmh, he’s m-mad…”

“No, no, Curls, he’s not mad - why would he be mad at you? He loves you too, he’s your friend. Why do you think he’s mad?”

Old doubt flickers to life in Lux’s eyes, the kind that comes when he’s told something that doesn’t match his perception at all, but he wants to believe the person speaking to him, wants to accept their truth instantly and forget his own mistaken views. “He - I went - my phone, it… ‘s ignoring me, hates me, I remem-ber, he… w-wouldn’t save me, nev-ver would, n-not again, ‘m, I’m, ju-ust worthless, nobody l-likes me an-nymore.”

Emory looks pensive after hearing that. He takes Lux’s hand, the less broken one, and meets Lux’s eyes. “You’re the only one in the world who thinks that, Curls. Anders did save you. As soon as he knew where you were, he went to get you and bring you home. His voice cracked when you recognized him and asked him if you were safe. Nobody hates you.” Now, it makes sense why Lux was so scared to let Anders set his broken bones. He thought Anders might hurt him worse just out of dislike. Just how much damage has been done to his mind, to make Lux believe that Emory doesn’t love him, and that Anders would hurt him?

Lux’s mind is too mixed up right now for them to try and tend to his injuries. He’s not ready yet for that kind of pain, he can’t understand it yet. “Lux, can I give you a kiss? It’s okay if you say no.”

Those glassy blue eyes get desperate again, and Lux’s fingers twitch in Emory’s hand. “Yes, p-please,” He whispers.

Emory leans down, closer, looking into Lux’s eyes and touching his cheek with his knuckles brushing softly against his boyfriend’s pale skin.

“Thank you for coming home to me, Curls,” He says softly, and then presses a kiss to Lux’s forehead, closing his eyes to try and keep back tears. When he finally pulls away, expression drawn with worry and grief, the look in Lux’s eyes makes him go still and stare. It’s something more peaceful, more present and aware than Lux has shown yet, since he was set down on this bed with his broken body and terrible keens of pain. It’s belief. Lux believes, now, that Emory still loves him. Believes that he’s home, and wanted, and his pain will be eased soon because no one here wants it to go on longer.

Emory smiles, overjoyed, and kisses Lux’s cheek, too excited to hold back. Lux smiles for a second, and tries not to look too pained when the smile dissipates.

“Em?”

“Yeah, Curls?”

“Ca-an you kiss me ag-gain, please?”

“Of course, yes - forehead?”

Lux gives a single, slight shake of the head.

“Cheek?”

Another shake of the head, a bit of a blush coming to his cheeks. Emory smiles again and leans closer. Slowly, carefully, light as a feather so Lux can pull away if he needs to, he gives Lux a real kiss, slipping his fingers into those messy dark curls (without touching near Lux’s temples, he knows well to avoid that). Lux leans up just slightly into the kiss and makes a faint, emotional sound, letting Emory’s hand slip under his head where it’s warm against the pillow and scratch gently against his scalp, not rewarding him but giving long-overdue comfort that Emory wants to give, and Lux needs.

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Ch3 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Chapter 3

 Edit - Warning borderline NSFW and violence.

imjaneees08/02/2019

Completely in a different plane of residence, Kagome felt an odd disturbing tingle in the back of her head. Kind of like that stranger danger feel you get. This was one of those times she wished she was home lying on her fluffy pink bed, away from all the crazy kidnappers lurking about, attempted murderers and what not. And she's not even getting paid for all her good deeds here.

 revang08/02/2019

Today was honestly turning out to be one of the most eventful days in all her time in the past, and that was saying a lot. All she had wanted was to relax in the hot spring. Yet here she was, pack half-empty, shoeless and wearing only a makeshift fur dress, speeding through the air in Sesshoumaru’s arms. 

She twisted a bit in his hold, trying to meet his eye. “Um, Sesshoumaru? Thanks for saving me back there, but where exactly are we going?”

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019

Sesshomaru held the miko close, his arm tense around her middle as he thought about his next move. Rin and Ah Un needed to be fetched, while he knew his Mother would be expecting them. Leaving her waiting would only cause more problems. He scowled. "To Rin."  She was his ward, and as such, a priority over his Mother's antics.

 imjaneees08/03/2019

Kagome managed to bite her tongue before 'That's great and all but why are you taking me with you?' got the chance to slip out. She just got saved by someone who may have come to her aid a number of times, but tried to to kill her just as much as well. She was also quite aware that they were well above the ground and she really didn't want to splat because she ran her mouth off.

 Slayer08/03/2019

Unnoticed  be her she had actually muttered those words. Sesshomaru  looked down on her and raised one eye brow. He could tell she hadn't actually meant to say it out loud, but her defiance, her seemingly untameable mouth did something to him.

 Walter20508/03/2019

They arrived back at the campsite but Sesshomaru was somewhat dismayed to find it empty. No sign of Rin, Kohaku, Ah-Un, or his Mother. He already knew from the arrow earlier that his retainer wouldn't be present, for that he would give him a good stomping later. 

 Lifting his nose into the air, Sesshomaru took in the scents as Kagome took a step forward in front of him, glancing around at the cold fireplace. He growled, causing her to glance back at him in worry, as he caught the scent of his mother's debilitating poison, knowing it meant that she had knocked out the others and used Ah-Un to carry them to her sky palace. 

 A deeper inhale confirmed her and Ah-Un's scent mixed with the others heading into the sky...but what was this other scent he smelled now? It was so fresh and...pure. Was this the miko's scent his mother had mentioned earlier? 

 Sesshomaru took a step forwards and wrapped his arms around Kagome, securing her in place as he bent his head to confirm his suspicions. Yes, there it was as he inhaled around her neck, past the smelly fur pelts from the wolves and the remaining taint coatings from Naraku earlier, he smelled her spice and she was everything nice. 

 Kagome was beet red as she was pulled into Sesshomaru's embrace and held by him in a seeming hug as he sniffed her neck. For several moments she could form no words but that quickly changed as the hug continued.

 imjaneees08/03/2019

Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she thought it was going to fly out of her rib cage and run away out of sheer embarrassment. 

Painfully aware that all she was bearing was what the daiyoukai had given her, she cleared her throat, "Ummm, I though we were going to Rin-chan?" she congratulated herself for sounding more confident than she felt.

 Walter20508/03/2019

Inukimi allowed herself the smallest of smiles as she watched the two of them through the seer's orb embedded within her ring, her labors up until this point finally providing some fruit on her quest for grandpups. 

 A shame the whelp of a stepson in front of her had spent so much time pining after the lost affections of the undead while mostly shunning the living, she would've been receptive to receiving grandsons from him as well but it seems he has squandered any romantic chances with his longtime companion over the years during their adventures together. 

 Still, he would surely be jealous of any relationship that developed between the miko and her true son, something that she would be able to twist to her advantage. For now she just needed to make him and his companions stay put for a while longer. 

 "My dearest stepson, won't you and your companions please stay and be my guests for a while? Your companion and others are coming to join me here and then I can tell you all the reason I've inv...gathered all of you here. In the meantime, please feel free to help yourselves to the banquet in the great hall and rooms are being prepared for you all as we speak," said Inukimi as she turned around, clearly dismissing them as she watched her son and hopefully his soon to be intended resuming their flight to her sky palace.

 revang08/03/2019

Just as suddenly as he had embraced her, Sesshoumaru stepped away, his face the same stoic mask he always had. “Hnnn. Yes, it would seem Mother is playing her games again. We shall have to follow to her palace.”

“Mother???” Kagome asked in shock, still trying to calm her beating heart. What the heck was that just now? “You have a mother? I mean, of course you have a mother but- nevermind.” Realizing his other words, she snapped to attention. “Wait she took Rin? Is she okay??”

“Hn. Come, Miko.” 

He gathered her up again and took to the skies. Kagome didn’t think about their positions, just worried for the little girl. She clutched her bow tightly.  Whatever they were about to encounter, she’d fight to keep her safe.

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Monday at 5:03 PM

While Miroku salivated over a heaping plate of food and the prospect of what he considered to be an impromptu tryst vacation with his wife, Sango was busy glaring daggers at him. "What are you doing? This could be poisoned for all you know." She snapped. Mere centimeters from his mouth, she slapped a chicken wing from his hand. Inuyasha eyed the youkai claiming to be Sesshomaru's Mother. She certainly seemed bastard-y enough to be the asshole's mom, but what the hell did she want with him?

 Walter205Last Monday at 10:30 PM

"Half son of the West though you may be, you are still of the line and thus need to be properly taken care of for the good of the future ruler over the Western Lands. Although your half breed nature makes you unsuitable for offspring, there are still many tasks in serving the Royal Family that one of their own blood would be the most well suited for," said Inukimi, drawing Inuyasha's hackles as well as earning side glares from his companions present.

 "Keh, so you're telling me Sesshomaru gets to have all the fun then? And why bring my companions along?" asked Inuyasha as his voice dripped with sarcasm. 

 "Some of your companions can provide ample advice and demonstrations for mating and childbirth/raising for when the rituals arise, particularly if my son chooses someone who is...less than full demon. Others provide ripe candidacy for being mated. And as for Sesshomaru, do you think my two sons are the only offspring I have?" Inukimi asked coyly. 

 As if summoned on cue, two younger female Inu dog demons appeared in the banquet hall, taking up positions on either side of where Inukimi sat. One seemed very much like Sesshomaru in appearance, but with longer hair, softer facial features, and a much more voluptuous appearance. The other appeared similar to Inuyasha but was a tad more petit and curvy in nature. 

 "Allow me to introduce my two daughters, my full daughter Inuemi (Beautiful Dog) and my half daughter Inukui (Ugly Dog), the former born soon after Sesshomaru was, the latter the result of a revenge affair after Inuyasha was conceived, which proved most disappointing on my end," stated Inukimi as she gestured to each of them in turn.

 imjaneeesLast Tuesday at 12:45 AM

Before Inuyasha could even get a single word out, there was a very loud, "RIN-CHAAAAAAAAN!" heard from way above.

They all turned up to see Kagome, dressed in what seemed to be Sesshomaru's clothes, snuggled quite comfortably in the daiyoukai's arms. One arm was over the Western Lord's shoulder while the other hand was pointing an accusing finger at Sesshomaru's mother and apparently his sisters, "You! The ones who look like Sesshomaru and Inuyasha in drag! Where's Rin-chan?!"

She wasn't normally like this, no. But she was stressed, a little hungry, a lot molested and tired. Also, she loved children, more than that, she loved Rin, the girl was adorable.

 SlayerLast Tuesday at 3:23 PM

"Rude!" Yelled the female who looked similar  to Inuyasha. 

"Yeah well I have had a day lady so dont push me!" She pushed herself out of Sesshomaru's  arms and walked up to the female. And poked her right in the boob. 

Inukimi glared at the feisty little human and growled at her older brother. "Make her stop Sesshomaru."

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Tuesday at 3:36 PM

InuKui pushed Kagome's finger away from her chest with a wave, "Don't get all uppity about Mother's antics." Frowning, she took a well loved scroll from her kimono, and began walking away, bored, "Mother, next time you summon me, be sure it's not for something so stupid." 

InuEmi tilted her head, "Can she do that?" 

Sesshomaru's jaw ticked, already sick of the situation. "Mother." 

"What" InuKimi snapped, but behind her fan she was smiling devilishly.

 revangLast Tuesday at 4:19 PM

“I tire of your games. Where is Rin?” Sesshoumaru asked, sounding unconcerned.

Ignoring him completely, Inukimi approached the feisty young miko with interest. “So you are the one whose wholesome scent was emanating from that strange cat garment.” Kagome’s face changed instantly from one of determination to a look of utter mortification. She had seen her panties?? And smelled them??? “Though now it is hard to catch beyond the disgusting scent of wolves. We shall have to take care of that, come along.”

Too stunned and embarrassed to protest, she felt herself being led away by Sesshoumaru’s mother’s light but firm grip on her arm.

“Cat garment?” Miroku asked, exchanging a mystified look with the others.

“Hey! Bitch where are you taking Kagome??” Inuyasha called, gripping Tessaiga and starting after them.” 

“Don’t bother,” Inuemi sighed, shaking her head and putting an arm out lazily to block his path. “Once she gets something in her head there’s no stopping her. Especially when it comes to making someone her dress-up doll.”

“Dress-up doll? What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he growled.

Sesshoumaru huffed. “Clearly she means to put the miko into some proper clothes, or are your senses so weak you could not tell she was wearing a mere fur beneath the haori this one lent her?”

“Yeah, hey what the hell? What was Kagome doing with you? What did you do to her, you bastard?” Inuyasha snapped, moving around Inuemi to threaten his prick of a brother.

 Walter205Last Tuesday at 9:15 PM

Sesshomaru glared at Inuyasha, deciding whether to deign the half breed with a response, but it wouldn't be very courteous to have a fight break out in the banquet hall, so he answered, albeit in his normal short and to the point monotones. 

 "I came upon your wench while she was being attacked by an incarnation of Naraku. I repelled the attacker and brought her here to be reunited with her companions," he answered simply. 

 "Keh, why was she wearing nothing but fur pelts?" Inuyasha asked again. 

 "That little brother would be up to your discretion to find out, as you've claimed time and again to be her protector," Sesshomaru sarcastically replied before turning to walk out the door. 

 Inuemi placed a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder. He turned to see a look of pity on her face as she glanced from her slightly older brother to the younger one. 

 "Don't worry, she remains untouched and I'm sure we can ask her ourselves once she is properly cleaned up and clothed. For now, perhaps we could enjoy some food over the exchanging of tales. I'm most eager to hear of your adventuring, younger brother," said Inuemi, very specifically leaving off the half- part with a warm smile on her face. 

 As the now subdued Inuyasha would come to find out, while Inukui was every bit as brash and arrogant as he was, Inuemi was the polar opposite to Sesshomaru in personality and interests. The only supreme conquest she was interested in was knowledge and was a bit of a book and scroll worm, although she was looking forward to the possibilities in starting a family.

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Tuesday at 10:11 PM

Noticing things settled down, Miroku pulled his currently not pregnant wife into a closet. "Miroku! What are you thinking!?" 

He waggled his brows, "Since we aren't needed, I was hoping to squeeze in a little alone time before having number four." His hand skated over her backside, and her face flushed. 

"Ahhh, here!?" A broom fell between them, and she huffed, "I require more than a servant's closet to get in the mood you know!"

Far back in the opposite wing of the shiro, Rin and Shippo were using their calligraphy paints to draw funny faces on the nanny Shippo had tricked asleep. "She will look so funny with a curly beard!" Rin giggled.

"Serves her right for trying to teach us calligraphy." Shippo snickered.

 Walter205Last Tuesday at 10:29 PM

Sesshomaru was walking outside when the skies began to darken ominously, a familiar scent appearing that elicited a growl from him before a cloud of miasma appeared. 

 "Lord Sesshomaru, please pass along a message to the others, if they feel so emboldened to face me then they shall suffer the same fate as this one," came the unmistakable voice of Naraku from the miasma cloud as a pair of objects fell from it. 

 The first was the head of the wolf demon known as Kouga, before his body plopped down next to it. Little holes dotted the places on his body where his five jewel shards had been located at previously. 

 Sesshomaru had just drawn his sword when the miasma cloud vanished. Sheathing the Bakusaiga, he pulled Tenseiga instead and attached Kouga's head to his shoulders before reviving him. 

 "Unnhhh, what? Naraku, where are...You?" stammered Kouga as he looked around before setting eyes on Sesshomaru. 

 "Wolf, go bathe," stated Sesshomaru before sheathing Tensiega and going about his way.

 revangLast Tuesday at 11:10 PM

Reaching what seemed to be the family wing of the palace, Inukimi pulled Kagome into a chamber partitioned off from a large indoor spring. Eyeing her up and down, she said, “While you do look good in my son’s colors, it simply won’t do for you to be going about the palace in such attire. Take off that filthy pelt. I am sure you are worn from your travels- please make use of my private baths. There are an assortment of oils and potions here you may use to your pleasure. Sasako will assist you, and when you are finished, come to me. We will get you into some proper clothes.” She indicated the quiet servant who had followed them into the room, and left with a cunning smile.

Still reeling from the whirlwind that was Inukimi’s overwhelming force of personality, Kagome stood blinking for a moment in the center of the room. She did have to admit she felt pretty disgusting. On top of just normal travel filth, she had been in the process of bathing before this all began, still halfway dirty, and then that wet grime had only gotten worse, attracting all kinds of dirt and debris as she fled sopping wet through the forest. Sleeping in a pile of furs in a cave certainly hadn’t helped, plus who knew where this pelt had been before she had it right against her bare skin as a makeshift dress all day. 

She was definitely not going to say no to a bath and some fresh clothes. She could put up with being made plaything for a noblewoman for the time being. Plus it was Sesshoumaru’s mother, who apparently existed and also did not kidnap Rin after all- not in the true sense of the word anyways- Kagome couldn’t be rude to her.

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Wednesday at 10:31 AM

"Well," Kagome couldn't repress her grin, since InuKimi wasn't the child snatching monster she'd believed her to be, "I can't decline a nice hot bath." She had reservations about being a dress up doll afterward, but any clothes that didn't stink sounded amazing at this point. Her matted hair hung as she bowed a thank you. 

Suddenly screams and giggles barreled through the door, revealing two familiar children. Though, Kagome mused, last she'd seen them, they had not been covered in splotches of ink.

InuKimi glared at the Nanny, who sported a fancy drawn on mustache and goatee. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The Nanny caught both children by the back of their kimono before they could run and hide, "You ordered me to care for two children!"

"Yes?" InuKimi's brow quirked. Usually she wouldn't tolerate this sort of behavior from a lowly staff member, however  her interest was piqued. 

"These are not children!" The Nanny cried, "These are little hellions! I refuse to take care of two bratty, malicious, beasts!"

"They are not bratty, beasts!" Kagome shoved her finger under the Nanny's nose, "You must not be competent enough to care for them. Which doesn't matter anyway, because they are mine!"

 SlayerLast Wednesday at 11:41 AM

"Really one would think a being of your station would know not to speak badly of a mothers children right in front of her." Inukimi said as she snapped open her fan. "Why dont we send the children to their father , uncle, and aunts."

 SlayerLast Wednesday at 11:50 AM

"Rin dear? Why dont you and little Shippo go to the dining hall  and eat." InuKimi smiled down on the children completely disregarding the nanny standing there with her mouth hanging open.

Once the children had run off she turned her calculating golden eyes on the stork youkai she had been assured could handle the children.

"As for you you are dismissed from the employment to this house you have 12 hrs to collect your belongings and leave." Inukimi looked back on Kagome and gave her a dazzling smile. "I am afraid she came highly recommended but she simply will not do for keeping my darling grandpups in line now will she? Let's get you cleaned up my darling daughter and into some more suitable clothing." She led Kagome down the hall and into a huge bathing house

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Wednesday at 12:05 PM

Wide eyed, Kagome let her -Sesshomaru's Mother lead her to the bath. She'd have to ask Sesshomaru what the heck she meant by 'darling daughter' and calling Shippo one of her grandpups. Things were getting weird. The day settled on her heavily, and as soon as InuKimi left her alone, she sank into the water and closer her eyes. "Back to square one."

Her eyes snapped open as soon as something warm and wet dripped on top of her head. Fingers massaged her scalp, taking her back to Tokyo and getting her hair done at the salon. Claws lightly scratched. She sighed. Too tired to complain about the servant suddenly washing her hair, she let them do their job. She deserved a little pampering after all the hell she'd been put through.

 SlayerLast Wednesday at 12:08 PM

Kagome was washed massaged oiled and had her feet done and nails buffed before she was allowed to leave the bathing area. It seemed that Sesshomaru's  mother had a day spa all her own in this odd floating castle.

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Wednesday at 12:27 PM

"Oh!" InuKimi clapped her hands together as the servant ushered Kagome into her rooms. "Look at that! Even human skin can glow like a Goddess's with proper care." 

Kagome blushed, not sure exactly what to say in this type of situation, "Um, thank you?"

His Mother twirled her finger in the air, and the servant turned Kagome in a small circle. "My, my, you do have nice hips. It's a wonder no one has pumped you full of their young already." Her lips made a thin line as her attention snapped to Kagome's face. She grabbed her chin, peering too close for comfort, "What are your flaws?"

"Well...It's not like no one has offered." Her jaw clenched, and she pushed InuKimi's hand away from her face, "I mean I'm sure I have flaws... but that's not why I'm not barefoot and pregnant."

"Ah..." It clicked very quickly in her mind, "So you prefer attention from females then, that does pose a problem, though only a minor one."

 SlayerLast Wednesday at 12:35 PM

"WHAT?! No I dont prefer the attention of females.....not that there is anything wrong with that. I just havent been interested in any of my 'suitors' either they are rude and crude too soft and sweet or they smell bad." Kagome supplied

"Definitely  not having sex with a jerk or a pansy and who wants a stinky male sweating all over them yuck." Kagome made a disgusted face.

 revangLast Wednesday at 12:42 PM

“Besides, I’m only 18, and we’re still running all over Japan battling Naraku!” she huffed. “Wait why are we even taking about this??”

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Wednesday at 1:07 PM

"18!?" InuKimi shouted, "You're practically a grandmother's age for a human!" She shook her head, completely ignoring most of what Kagome had said, "No, no, this just won't do at all. I have to find someone for you quickly, before you become decrepit and die."

Kagome's eyes were wide, "No, thank you?" Sesshomaru's mother was seriously crazy, there was something wrong with her. Obviously the years were wearing her brain thin. "I'm good, so if that's all, I'm just going to get dressed and go..."

 SlayerLast Wednesday at 1:22 PM

"Nonsense  girl. You need a mate. A mate will care for you and give you pups and protect you from all harm. We shall simply have to find the right male.....it is a male you want yes?"

 Stormie Like WeatherLast Wednesday at 1:45 PM

"Well...yes..." Kagome cringed, "But I'm not ready to settle down. I'm fighting Naraku, and have important things to do."

"Yes, I'm sure you do." InuKimi nodded while shoving a stack of silk at an uncomfortable looking servant, "Get matching obis for these, color coordinate everything. Honestly why am I having to tell you this?" She waved the servant away with her fan, and looked back at the miko in her possession, "Now those very important things include finding a suitable Mate, and giving me grandpups. Your Mother will not be around forever you know, I expect many grandpups from you." 

"You? My mom?" Kagome shied away, backing toward the door the servant had just rushed out of. 

InuKimi's smile made Kagome cringe, "Oh yes, my darling daughter. You are part of my pack now."

"P-pack?" 

The door swung inward. The servant rushed through with more piles of silk. 

Kagome bolted.