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Ooooh I think I just figured out how I can have the Touya reveal and have it be nearly as impactful as canon but with much less drama.

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Doodles - Hwang HyunJin X Reader - Soulmate AU

Summary: After you turn 17, you can see whatever your soulmate writes on their body. whatever they write appearing in the same place on your body, so what happens after your 21st birthday whenever you start getting suspicious if your soulmate is an idol or not?

Warnings: SMUT! Smut smut smut at the end! <3

Word count: 5.7K 👀 longest story yet lovelies!

Nothing was more frustrating and rewarding than having a soulmate, especially whenever whatever was written on your soulmate's body, would also appear on yours in the same spot. It'd all start as soon as somebody turned seventeen-years-old, nobody could explain it, no scientist, conspiracy theorist, religion follower could figure it out. As soon as it would hit the exact time you were born on your seventeenth birthday, it would happen though.

For Hwang HyunJin, it would take a few weeks for anything to appear on his body, but the first time it would, he'd be on the couch with one of his friends, and bandmates, Felix. They'd be hanging out together, going through different funny videos that fans had made, whenever Felix would notice the words starting to form on his friend's wrist, almost like it was a permanent ink pen '2,301,676 + 72,063 + 170,068'. "Hyunjin! Look! I think your soulmate is doing something!" He smiled excitedly, HyunJin glanced down, smiling slightly "They're doing math" He chuckled, picking up a pen as he started to write below the words that sat permanently on his wrist until yours faded, or you washed it off. '2,543,807' he wrote, setting the pen and his phone down with a smile, feeling proud that he could help his soulmate with something.

You wouldn't be able to see anything from HyunJin for another three years, whenever your seventeenth birthday would hit, you'd hide in your room, waiting excitedly for any interaction with your soulmate. You'd wait for about a week before you'd try and reach out first, writing a small 'hi :)' on the top of your hand, but nothing would ever appear for you. You'd start to think maybe you just didn't have a soulmate, never getting any type of response until one night, whenever you were staying over at your friends, waiting for the new StrayKids album to release. Laying on her couch, almost asleep until you spotted the faint markings at the bottom of your arm.

'Boom Vamos, I know that you want it

Boom Lobos, we cannot stop hunting

Boom Ratatata I'mma make it'

You'd stare in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what the phrase meant until you'd hear the newest Stray Kids song 'Chk Chk Boom'. That would cause you to become very, very suspicious over who your soulmate was, and how the hell they got ahold of Straykids lyrics before the official release. You'd spend a few weeks going back and forth with your soulmate, sure you hadn't had an actual conversation, but you'd go back and forth with your writing. If HyunJin wrote down song lyrics, you'd try your best to finish the song, if they were lyrics from a song, you hadn't heard yet, you'd always leave a small note of 'Sounds amazing :)' After those few weeks, you'd be convinced, your soulmate had to be someone in StrayKids, or someone who works with them, how else would they be getting song lyrics before the song's release?

Only a few hours away, in their studio, HyunJin would be lectured by his manager and Bangchan "It's not that we don't want you talking to them, but you're leaking song lyrics when you write them on yourself" Bangchan tried to reason, Hyunjin just raised his eyebrows, not really liking the way he felt like a child in trouble. "How else am I going to remember them?" He protested, their manager just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't know, Just- Bangchan, figure it out" He sighed before rushing out of the recording studio, beyond stressed, leaving the boy group to sit alone awkwardly. "How about this, we just write the lyrics on the glass window of the booth, and then just clean it when we're done?" Han asked, causing Bangchan to smile brightly "Yea! Yea, that'd be perfect!" He replied, rushing to the desk to grab a dry-erase marker.

You wouldn't get anymore song lyrics after that, instead HyunJin would draw small little doodles on his arms, blushing brightly whenever he'd notice an addition to his doodle, done by his soulmate. You'd take pictures of each drawing that would be on your arm, not wanting to ever forget how adorable they were. "Y/n! Y/n L/n! Open the door!!" Your best friend shouted pounding harshly on the door, as you opened it, your friend quickly barreled into your apartment, practically exploding with excitement. "Slow down! What's wrong with you?" You giggled loudly, watching as she turned around squealing "How much do you love me!?" She squealed, holding her phone close to her chest "Uhhh, I don't know? More than anything" You smiled playfully, watching as she squealed again "Well! Your best friend in the whole world! Got us pit tickets to StrayKids next month!! With a signing the day before!" She screamed, not being able to hold back her excitement any longer, you stared at her in shock before squealing loudly as you hugged her tightly. Celebrating for the rest of the night with shots and blasting your favorite songs until you both ended up passing out.

One Month Later..~

As you paced the lobby of the signing, you felt your nerves starting to rise, why were you doing this? Why didn't you decide to wear a jacket or a long sleeve shirt? You had woken up that morning with your arm littered with the same signature over and over again, from your hand all the way to your shoulder. If you hadn't been such a fan of the boy group, you'd never have recognized it as quickly, but almost immediately, you and your friend recognized the signature of Hwang HyunJin. After that, you felt sure you knew who your soulmate was, you just needed to see if his arm matched. Now as you stood in the lobby though, you were regretting not bring some type of jacket, what if Hyunjin's arm wasn't the same? What if it was just some coincidence and all you looked like was a weird fan? As your friend rushed you inside, your anxiety began to multiply for a different reason. A few feet ahead of you sat all eight members of Stray Kids, as your eyes landed on HyunJin, your heart started hammering in your chest.

HyunJin had been nervous that day, he wasn't exactly sure why, nor would he show it, but he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure his outfit, hair, and signature was perfect. He wasn't sure why he was going to such lengths; he just had a voice in his head and a feeling telling him to make sure everything was perfect today. Even spending the entire car ride to the venue practicing his signature on his arm, despite his friends teasing. Whenever Jeongin's eyes landed on two girls who walked in, he started nudging one of his best friends excitedly "Look! Look! that one right there, with the h/c hair, she's got Hyunjin's writing all over!" He whispers yelled to Han who was sat between him and HyunJin. The loud whispers caught the young man's attention, HyunJin turning to look towards where his bandmates were motioning and looking, his eyes landing on you. More specifically your arm that had the exact handwriting his did, as you got closer to the front of the line, HyunJin felt himself growing more confident, if you were his soulmate and a fan, surely he wouldn't be rejected..right?

As you nervously stood at the front of the line, you hesitated, keeping your eyes trained on the black table ahead of you. Your friend gave you a gentle push forward towards the table, indicating it was your turn now. As you sat down in front of the first member, BangChan, you could feel your hands shaking violently, knowing you’d have to have a very awkward conversation very soon. “Hi!- are you okay?” His tone quickly changed from upbeat to concerned as he gently grabbed your hands, to try and stop them from shaking as bad. “Y-yea! I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out nervously, squeezing his hands gently in return, as you went to hand him your newest Stray Kids album along with one of his photo-cards to sign, BangChan took notice to your arm.

“Woah, HyunJin did that too ya know?” He asked before realizing what exactly what was going on, he had his best friend’s soulmate sitting in front of him currently. “That’s why you’re so nervous” he smiled nodding a bit as he quickly signed your things, watching as the staff motioned for you to move on to the next member. “Thank you” you smiled bowing slightly, he just gave you a supportive smile as he leaned over to Felix “that’s HyunJin’s soulmate look” he whispered before you sat down. Felix gasped loudly, leaned over the table to get a better look at your arm and you, you were extremely beautiful, maybe not his exact type, but definitely HyunJin’s type, and that’s all that mattered. “Hi! It’s so good to see you!” Felix greeted, almost like you two were old friends catching up rather than an idol and fan. “I-it’s good to see you too! I really love your g-guys music” you replied, smiling a bit as you tried to shove down your anxiety as you made your way to Hyunjin.

Whenever you finally sat down in front of HyunJin, there was a hint of tension, both of you could see clearly that you were soulmates, but neither of you said anything, you weren’t even sure what to say. “What’s all that about?” He asked teasingly, motioning towards your arm as he started to sign your things “Soulmate, decided to give me a tattoo sleeve of his name when I woke up” you explained nervously, giggling whenever you saw the idol smirk slightly as he laughed. Sitting in front of him calmed your nerves slightly, especially seeing that he wasn’t jumping to maybe you were just a crazy fan. “Seems like your soulmate knew you were coming to meet different guys” he teased, not yet noticing that it was actually his own signature, not just some random one. As HyunJin handed you the album case, and photo-card back, he took in the matching signature on your arm. As you were forced to move again, HyunJin felt a pull towards you, like he wanted to just get up and follow you out, but he knew he couldn’t do that, not without getting to know you first.

As the fan sign started wrapping up, the boys rushed to HyunJin “seriously! She was right there! Your soulmate was literally right in front of you! Why didn’t you say anything?!” They all shouted in chorus, not understanding his actions, or the fact that he never said anything to you indicating you were soulmates. “I reached out! I’m playing it cool!” He defended himself, smirking to himself as they all got ready to leave.

Whenever you got back home, you’d start setting up your new signed merch, only to notice the phone number scribbled underneath HyunJin’s name on his photo-card. “Holy shit holy shit…b/f/n!!!” You screamed, waiting until your friend got to your bedroom before starting to freak out. “I think I got HyunJin’s number!! Look!” You screamed, holding out the photo card as you nervously started to pace the floor. “Oh my god!! You have to text it! What if it is him!? What if you two are soulmates and get married and give me little idol niece and nephews!!” She squealed in reply, shoving the photo-card back to you as she started to jump up and down with excitement. “I-I don’t know” you whispered nervously, grabbing your phone, hovering your fingers over the numbers on the keypad, contemplating on if you really wanted to reach out.

HyunJin spent the rest of his night after the Fan sign, eating dinner with his friends and then going back home to wait by the phone. He wasn’t about to make a whole scene in front of over a thousand fans, because he found his soulmate, he'd prefer if that was private, at least for now. Whenever his phone finally would buzz, he'd practically throw himself over the couch to see who the message was from.

Unknown: Hello? I got this number on a photo card 🫣

HyunJin: I noticed we matched today..

HyunJin could feel his leg start to bounce slightly as it took slightly longer for a reply from you, but almost as soon as he added your number as a contact, a new message came through from you.

Beautiful: You just had to cover my entire arm in your name today, didn't you? 😂

HyunJin: Maybe I just had a feeling my soulmate was meeting my flirty bandmates 😉

You immediately felt your cheeks run hot with a blush whenever you read over his message, him basically quoting himself from earlier. He knew it was you the moment he saw you, the words kept running through your head, causing you to become flustered over the entire interaction from before. Taking a moment to recollect yourself before replying back to him.

Beautiful: Was truly rude, I'm not sure if I'll ever forgive you now

HyunJin smirked to himself, already falling in love with you just by the few messages you had sent. As he pressed the small call button by your name, it wasn't long before he heard a soft, shy voice answer. "Yes?.." You whispered, your cockiness quickly fading as you were put on the spot, being on the phone and actually hearing his voice made it all real, which made you extremely shy over the fact you had a famous idol flirting with you. "Where'd all the flirtiness go, Gonjunim?" He asked smirking, moving to go to his bedroom rather than the living room, where the rest of the seven members sat. You blushed brightly as you shoved your face in your pillows for a moment to try and calm your racing heart from being flustered. "I'm just not forgiving you right now" You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you finally sat up "I'm so sorry, Gonjunim, I'll make sure next time I leave my name on you, it's a little more private" He replied, having to cover his mouth afterwards, not believing he just said that out right. "Hwang HyunJin!" You gasped in shock, staring at the phone before taking a breath, trying to recollect your thoughts as you heard his chuckles through the speaker on your phone. "Yea! It'll sound just like that whenever it happens! and you know, I can't even gasp your name, you haven't told me" He chuckled, leaning back against his pillows that sat on his bed, you blushed brightly, rolling onto your stomach, setting your phone down on your bed as you smiled. "Y/n, Y/n L/n" You replied softly, blushing whenever you heard him whisper it quietly to himself.

You two would both end up falling asleep on the phone with each other a little past midnight, spending that entire night, flirting, joking, and just getting to know each other, you were soulmates after all. The next day would be hectic for the both of you, HyunJin being rushed to rehearsals, makeup and hair, and then dressing rooms to change into his preforming outfit. You and your friend were rushing to make sure you got to the venue in time to get good pit spots, you were determined, wanting to see the boys preform up close, especially the member you were falling in love with. Once you'd get inside, thankfully, you and your friends would both get straight to the barricades. As you stood against the metal fence like structure, you'd pull your phone out to text HyunJin quickly

Beautiful: I'm right at the barricade, I'm excited to see you again 😉

You wouldn't be expecting a reply, instead, you noticed writing starting to appear on your thigh, a little below the ends of your shorts. 'HyunJin's Gonjunim' sat proudly on your skin, causing you to blush brightly and try your best to hide it. The show would start shortly after that, and for almost the entire two and a half hours of it, HyunJin's gaze was always on you, especially during his verses and lines while singing. Whenever the show ended, your phone would buzz with a text message, which you wouldn't see until after you and your friend made it out of the actual arena of the venue.

HyunJin: Stay with me tonight

You'd be slightly confused at first, until you'd spot him peeking out of a door with a giant sign that had 'Employees Only' taped to it, he had been serious. After you convinced your friend to go ahead and go home, you made your way over to him, smiling with a bright blush as he smirked at you. "Absolutely breathtaking" HyunJin whispered, taking your hand in his gently to spin you around, getting a full view of your outfit. Your entire body felt hot as you became flustered under the idol's gaze, as you turned to face him again, you smiled softly "Hmm, looks like that soulmate of yours knew you'd be seeing those guys again" HyunJin teased, motioning towards your thigh before smiling innocently "Oh I saw, I swear to every god there is, I'm gonna get you back" You giggled, clinging to him slightly as he led through the door, through the backstage area until he ended up back at his dressing room. "Woah, this is..insane" You whispered looking around in awe at the incredibly expensive dressing room, HyunJin only smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. As your back pressed against his chest, you blushed slightly "Excuse me sir, that's not how you greet a lady" You teased, feeling him squeeze his arms around you as he chuckled "Sorry, Gonjunim" He replied in the same teasing tone that you had used, you giggled reply, placing your hands on his arms as you leaned into his touch.

Whenever you'd get back to his shared dorm with ChangBin, HyunJin would give you a quick tour before leading you to his room with a smile "This is my room" He whispered nervously, he wasn't exactly sure why he was suddenly so anxious, but seeing you in his bedroom and not just hearing your voice through the phone, made his heart race. "Aein...Are you okay?" You asked after you turned to face him, noticing his nervous behavior, HyunJin glanced up slightly, raising his eyebrows as you wrapped your arms around him tight in a hug "I-I'm okay" He assured as he wrapped his arms back around you in return, feeling like his eyes were drawn to your eyes and then your lips, back and forth before you eventually spoke. "Kiss me" You demanded, HyunJin wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, cupping your cheek as you moved your lips together. You rested your hands on his sides gently, blushing whenever you felt one of his hands move to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as he nipped at your bottom lip.

HyunJin could feel himself growing confident as you gasped and whimpered under his touch, as you both moved over to the bed, HyunJin let you fall onto the mattress, giving you that damn smirk that made you flustered every time. "Is this okay, Jagiya?" HyunJin asked, his tone growing serious for a moment as he ghosted his hands over the waistband of your shorts. You took a deep breath as you nodded, placing your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his jaw. As he let out a quiet grunt, you whimpered, feeling his hands working at undoing your shorts and shoving them down your legs. As HyunJin finally managed to get your jean shorts off he felt his jeans getting tighter, the dark black underwear hugging your body almost like they were made for you specifically. As he helped pull off your shirt, he was left speechless, taking in every bit of beauty that laid in front of him, you started to grow nervous under his gaze now. What if he was staring over something that was gross or ugly to him? "What did I do to deserve you?" HyunJin whispered to nobody as he leaned forward pressing his lips against your skin, moving from your neck, collarbone, then the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you quickly undid the clasp of your bra, letting it slide off of you before moving your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he moved his lips to your nipples.

"You're okay, Gonjunim, Changbin isn't here, let me hear you" He whispered against your skin, moving his lips from your nipple down your stomach until he got to the hemline of your underwear. "Uhm Excuse me" You huffed dramatically, motioning towards him and the fact he was still fully clothed compared to you being practically naked on his bed, he gave you a knee-weakening smile before rolling his eyes playfully. As he pulled off his shirt and shrugged his jeans off, you noticed how big he actually was inside of his boxers. "Gonjunim, you're staring" He smirked, pushing your underwear to the side, causing you to bite your lip quickly, keeping eye contact with him as he slowly pushed your legs further apart, allowing him access to ghost his ring and middle finger over your pussy. "You're the one who looks like that, you're literally a walking definition of perfect" You argued, your voice wavering as you felt his lightly tapping his fingers against you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in amusement. You got no reply from HyunJin who just sat next to you, his fingers still ghosting over you while occasionally tapping one of his fingers against your pussy, his eyes going over your body repeatedly as he took in every bit of your body. You were like a goddess, and the fact you were his soulmate? Made his emotions and adrenaline run crazy, you huffed slightly leaning up to place a hand on his bare chest "Please, do whatever, just do something, please" You whimpered, gasping and grabbing ahold of his shoulders as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

As he curled his fingers inside of you, you could feel the knot in your stomach building, HyunJin seemed to notice, choosing to move his position to sit in between your legs. He kept his eyes trained on yours as he placed his mouth on your clit, pressing his tongue against it, causing you to moan loudly, running your hands over his buzzed head before grabbing onto the sheets. "There you go, Gunjunim, you sound so pretty whenever you moan" He stated against your skin, you just whimpered at the loss of contact against your clit, HyunJin chuckled shaking his head "Needy gunjunim" He stated before placing his mouth back on your clit, moving his fingers and tongue at the same pace, his tongue moving in different shapes across your clit as you moaned loudly. "F-Fuck! HyunJin please!" You moaned out, arching your back as he pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of you before pushing his pointer finger inside you with the other two.

HyunJin felt like if he got any harder, he'd end up dying or needing a hospital, the sounds you were making, the reactions your body was having, and the way your pussy kept squeezing around his fingers weren't helping either. With every movement of his fingers, you squeezed around him, causing his mind to wander on how tight you'd squeeze his cock if he fucked you. You pulled HyunJin out of his thoughts by calling out his name loudly, causing him to come back to reality right as you came around his fingers. A mixture of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as HyunJin felt your cum coating his fingers that slowed their movements inside of you. Your soulmate smirked as he watched you calm down from your high before pulling his fingers out of you.

You bit your lip as you watched HyunJin slipped a condom over his hard-on that stood stiff as he shrugged his boxers off. He was a lot bigger than you would have guessed, which made you slightly nervous, but also made you turned on all over again. You attempted to sit up and cup HyunJin's cheeks, but he stopped you, lifting you with ease as he helped you straddle his lap "Come on, Gunjunim, I have you one, you can work for the other" He whispered in a teasing tone as you gave him a confused expression, understanding his point, you nervously reached to grab his cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly lowering your hips down. As his cock pushed deeper inside of you, you both moaned loudly, your arms immediately wrapping around him as he bottomed out inside of you, you swore you could feel his tip poking against your cervix. HyunJin panted against your neck, trying his best not to just flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore, he couldn't do that, not yet at least. "Y/n, Gunjunim, Jagiya, I need you to move" He grunted, gripping onto the sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "F-Fuck I-I can't" You whimpered, moaning softly as he repositioned himself to hold your waist tightly in his hands, guiding your movements. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down as he moved your hips against his, causing his cock to start moving in and out of you. "H-Hyun-" You moaned loudly, feeling him thrust his hips up, causing him to go further into you than before, HyunJin grunted, growing frustrated before he finally flipped you both.

As you laid on your back, HyunJin pushed his cock back inside of you, moving your legs to rest on his hips as he started to fuck you quickly. You moaned loudly tightening your legs around his waist causing his cock to go deeper inside of you, Hyunjin let his head fall against the pillows next to yours as he grunted lowly. He could feel himself slamming his cock into you as your pussy squeezed him even tighter, causing him to take a moment, not wanting to cum just yet. You whimpered in protest, desperately trying to grind your hips against his. Your actions caused him to growl in annoyance, one of his hands moving to rest on your stomach to keep you from trying to grind against him anymore, while to other found a tight grip in your hand "Such a brat" he huffed before continuing his thrusts, this time with a little more force and speed, you only moaned at his statement, squeezing around him, giving him the message that you 100% liked the new nickname. You were a moaning mess underneath your soulmate, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with every thrust, HyunJin seemed determined, chasing after your orgasm rather than his own. As he let go of grip he had on your hair, he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing shapes into your clit as he thrusted into you. You whimpered loudly feeling like you were on the edge of cumming as HyunJin leaned closer to your lips, ghosting his over yours as he slammed his hips into you, pushing his cock as far as it would go before smirking "Come on, brat, get yourself off" He smirked, chuckling at your whines of protest, noticing him not backing down, you shyly replaced his hand with your own on your clit. As you grinded your hips against his, you quickly shut your eyes, feeling nervous and flustered under his gaze as he watched you basically fuck yourself on his cock. "Ah Ah, If you're going to be a brat, Gunjunim, you can at least look me in the eyes while you do it" He tsked, causing your cheeks to heat up with a blush as you opened your eyes, immediately making eye contact with him, you could feel yourself growing wetter and squeezing around him as you bit your lip.

"Here I'll make it easier" He whispered, moving you both back to your original position where you were straddling him, this time he pulled a few pillows down for him to lean against, almost like he was watching one of his favorite shows. You bit your lip as you grinded your hips against his, trying to hold back your moans as you slowed your movements, HyunJin guided your hips again, getting you to a good pace before moving his hands back to rest under his head. As you got closer to your climax, you got a rush of confidence, moaning loudly as you moved your fingers back to your clit, massaging it quickly as you rolled and bounced your hips against HyunJin's. He had his head thrown back against the pillows, trying to hold back his own grunts and moans as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, precum leaking into the condom as he felt himself getting closer to cumming. "C-Come on, Gunjunim, you've got it, fuck- just like that. F-Fuck!" His words quickly turned to moans as you squeezed around him "H-Hyun! I-I'm gonna cum, P-Please just fuck me!" You begged loudly, trying to match his thrusts from earlier, only to fail as your thighs twitched. "Does the brat need my help now? I thought she could do it by herself" He teased, watching as you whimpered loudly, tears starting to build in your eyes from frustration, HyunJin chuckled softly at how desperate you were to finally cum, choosing to hold your hips as he quickly thrusted his hips up inside of you. You gasped loudly, holding onto his arms tightly as you felt yourself extremely close to cumming, HyunJin slowed his movements as he gave you a slight glare "Keep working that clit, Gunjunim, you can be a pillow princess next time" He demanded and teased, smirking as he watched your fingers shyly make their way back to your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles, watching you caused HyunJin's cock to twitch even more before finally spilling over, shooting cum into the condom as he moaned loudly, letting his head fall back. You weren't sure what exactly caused you to cum, HyunJin's moans, or the way it felt having him cum while inside of you, but you weren't complaining. As you grinded your hips against his, his moans grew more frequent and louder, moaning your name softly whenever you pushed your hips down. As his cock pushed all of the way inside of you, you felt yourself cumming around him, his moans growing louder as you moaned his name loudly. He panted, holding your hips down as he grinded his hips against yours, causing whimpers of his name to fall from your lips "Think you can make it even, make me cum one more time?" He panted, feeling himself growing hard inside of you again, the feeling caused you to moan loudly, your thighs twitching from overstimulation, even then you nodded softly, not wanting the night to end.

As HyunJin hovered over you now, he slowly thrusted his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours as you whimpered softly, your legs trying to close around his waist. "I've got you" He whispered against your neck, pushing his hips completely against yours, causing your legs to spread completely open. As he pressed soft kisses against your jawline and neck, he started to quicken his thrusts, feeling himself already leaking precum again. "I-It feels too good" You whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly as he quickened his pace "F-Feels good for me too, I'm so close, Gunjunim- fuck, you're so tight around me, I could fuck you all night if you'd let me" He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten as his pace quickened but also became sloppy, your back arched from his movements, whimpering loudly whenever HyunJin pressed his lips against yours "I-I'm gonna cum, HyunJin!" You whimpered loudly against his lips, digging your nails into his back as he just thrusted into you harder "I-I know, baby, Me too, go ahead and cum for me, I know you can" He panted, pressing on your stomach right where you felt that knot tightening again, the new pressure causing you to feel everything on a whole different. "Feel that, Gunjunim? I know you're going to cum" He teased, feeling you tense under his hand's pressure, you whimpered loudly, moaning his name against his lips. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to send HyunJin over the edge again, his cum starting to spill out of the condom as he slowly his movement, pushing his cock as deep as he could as he moaned against your lips.

After a few moments, You'd both lay on the bed still trying to catch your breath as you both contemplated a shower. "Come on, you can wear some of my clothes" He smiled softly, moving to throw his boxers back on, as you stood up slowly, HyunJin quickly wrapped a sheet around you, knowing you probably wouldn't want to put on your underwear again after being that turned on. As you stepped into the bathroom, HyunJin was quick to get the water warm and ready for you to step in, even holding onto your hand and helping you into the shower before standing with his back to the shower. He'd stay outside of the shower, waiting, until you ended up reaching out and pulling him in by his hand "No reason we can't save some water, right?" You smiled, cupping his cheeks before tilting his head back to get his hair wet before tilting it back so he was looking at you "I'm really happy I've got such a good guy as a soulmate" You whispered after a moment, causing HyunJin to blush this time, shaking his head slightly "I'm happy I've got you" He replied before pressing his lips to yours gently, you kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders as you giggled "You're adorable" You smiled, pulling away gently as you took in his adorable smile, never in a hundred years would you think that you'd be soulmates with Hwang HyunJin, but you wouldn't want any other soulmate than him.

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What do we think lovelies!? Ji-Yong Soulmate AU is next lovelies! So keep your eyes out! 🫶🫶 Also let me know any specific people and soulmate AUs you’d like to see paired together in future stories!

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A request from the lovely @1chaerry (I love you too my pearl, MWAH!)

Non specific! Zoro x Fem! Siren! Insecure! Reader

WC: 3.2K, Warnings: Reader is sad but comforted. Body image issues, thinking you aren't enough. Extreme fluff, soft/flirty Zoro, angst and Comfort. falling asleep together. Slight predeitor and prey if you squint. Tons of flirting, slight spice,

You bite his tiddie.

1chaerry asked:

hii Angie!! how are you??

(In the fucking trenches with a broken plastic spoon and some prayers, yourself? :3)

this is literally my first time writing in someone's requests so I'mma bit hesitant, but hear me out—

(You had me at the first part. Baby you are so safe here a nuke could hit and you'd think it was a loud car outside just passing by. I'm always so happy to fill a request, ask away!)

Zoro with a reader who is someone who never had male/female romantic attention of any sort growing up and thinks that no one could really like them because of how they look, but boom! here comes this man who literally loves her like it's breathing and is flabbergasted as to why she constantly thinks he's joking around.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this trope!!! Love ya, mwah!

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The air smelled like salt and seaweed, the brine clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

Stretched out beneath you, the rocky shoreline, jagged and uneven, with shallow pools reflecting the sky in fractured silver patches. The tide whispered at your back, foam curling over stones before retreating, over and over—a steady rhythm that usually brought you comfort. 

Tonight, it only seemed to gnaw at the quiet ache in your chest.

You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, arms curled around them tightly. The rough texture of the stone dug into your rear, but you didn’t care. Scales shimmered faintly along your shoulders and ankles—iridescent blues and pinks muted by the moonlight. Damp strands of your hair clung to your face and neck, the salt making it heavy and coarse. Your loose tunic, faded from too many days in the sun, stuck stubbornly to your skin.

“Oi.”

You stiffened at the voice. Zoro’s voice.

He stood at the edge of the rocks, one hand resting lazily on the hilt of a sword. His kimono—dark green with gold-trimmed edges—hung loose around his shoulders, swaying slightly in the breeze. His shirt clung to him too, thin and damp from the humidity, and his hair was mossier than usual, like he’d only just woken up. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin—either from training or trekking out here. Maybe both.

“You’re sulking again,” he said, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the gravel, like he couldn’t be bothered to walk quietly.

“I’m not sulking,” you muttered, curling your fingers tighter around your legs. 

“I’m just... thinking.”

Zoro snorted like the very idea of you brooding made no sense. He dropped beside you, his sword hilts clinking softly as he sat. For a while, he said nothing — just let the waves and distant cries of seabirds fill the silence.

“You know,” he started, voice low, “You always do this.”

“Do what?”

“Act like no one could possibly like you.”

Your throat tightened. You forced a dry laugh. Zoro shifted, and his arm brushed against yours — solid, warm. His presence felt too real, too steady.

“Because no one would,” you said quietly. “Not really.”

“That’s stupid,” he said flatly.

You let out a short, bitter breath. “Yeah? Says you.”

“I’m serious.” His tone sharpened, like a blade unsheathing. “You think I’m wasting my time sitting out here? I could be training, or sleeping. Hell, I could be drinking.”

“I never asked you to come,” you shot back, voice cracking.

“You didn’t have to.”

His hand found yours—warm, calloused, steady. The roughness of his palm grounded you, kept you from slipping too far into your own head.

“I came because I wanted to,” he muttered.

You stared at his fingers curled around yours, half-expecting him to pull away — like this was some kind of mistake. But his grip stayed firm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, steady strokes.

“You’re aggrivating,” you whispered.

Zoro gave a low chuckle. “Yeah, well... so are you.”

The warmth of him, the quiet weight of his arm against yours, it settled something inside you. Like the tide retreating just enough to let you breathe.

“I don’t know why you can’t see it,” Zoro added.

 “But I do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The waves whisper against the rocks, an endless, restless sound. You stared out at the water, dark and endless, and felt the ache in your chest tighten.

“You know why no one could like me?” you said quietly. “Because I didn't belong.”

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you felt him shift beside you, like he knew better than to interrupt.

“My human family didn’t know what to do with me,” you went on, words spilling out like water over a dam. 

“They weren’t cruel... not really. But they were afraid of me. Every time my voice wavered wrong, every time I sang without meaning to—they’d flinch.” You swallowed hard, the memory still sharp. 

“Even when I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone... I was still too much.”

Your gaze dropped to your scales—those shimmering, shifting patches along your legs that no one else in your family had. Those colors were your burden. Your reminder that you didn’t belong.

“And the sirens?” 

Your voice twisted with a bitter laugh. “They were... nicer, I guess. At least they weren’t scared of me. But I didn’t grow up with them. I was just some half-blood kid who didn’t quite fit in.” You shrugged, feeling the familiar sting of it all. 

“I didn’t belong with them either.”

The words hang in the air, hollow and ugly. You aren’t sure why you were telling Zoro any of this—it wasn’t like he’d care.

“I didn’t fit anywhere,” you say softly. “I was always... just sort of there. Easier to ignore. Easier to forget. I never had friends.”

A gust of wind whips past, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The memories cling tighter than the damp air—being the kid who played alone on the shore, the one whose laughter made others uneasy, the one who was always just a little too strange.

“And then I found you guys,” you murmur. “You... Luffy... everyone.” You gave a shaky breath. “It’s the closest I’ve ever had to feeling like I belonged anywhere. But still...”

You shook your head, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. 

“I don’t know why you’re here, Zoro,” you whisper. 

“I don’t know why you’re wasting your time.”

Silence stretched between you. For a moment, all you heard was the tide pulling at the rocks.

Then Zoro’s voice cut through, low and steady.

“Because I care about you.”

You let out a sharp breath—something between a laugh and a sob.

“You keep saying that like it’s supposed to mean something.”

“It does,” Zoro said firmly. His hand squeezed yours, fingers strong and certain. “You’re acting like you’re still that kid who didn’t fit anywhere. But you’re not.” You stared down at your hands, his rough, scarred fingers tangled with yours, soft and shiny. 

“Look, I don’t care what your family thought,” Zoro went on. “And I don’t care what some random fish think, either. You’re one of us now.” His voice softened, but his grip stayed strong. “You’re part of our crew. 

“You’re part of... my life.”

You blinked hard against the burn in your eyes. 

“I just... I don’t get it,” you muttered. “Why would you want me around?”

“You’re impossible,” Zoro grumbled, like you were being deliberately difficult. “Because you’re you. Because you’re strong, and you’re stubborn, and you drive me crazy sometimes, but...”

His fingers tightened. “’m not going anywhere.”

The air felt thicker now, like you were breathing through salt and smoke. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. “You always act like I’m gonna wake up one day and change my mind,” Zoro says, his voice quieter now. 

“But I won’t.”

You don’t realize you were leaning into him until your shoulder pressed against his. His warmth feels soli, steady, and somehow more real than the ache that had followed you for so long.

“I’m still scared,” you whispered. “I know,” Zoro says. 

“I’m still here.”

He stands, offering you his hand and you take it, letting him pull you up so easily. The walk back down the mountain felt easier with Zoro beside you. The path was uneven, winding through patches of wild grass and loose stones, but he kept pace with you easily, his footsteps slow and steady. The air was cooler now, the night breeze threading through the trees and brushing against your damp skin.

“You’re quiet,” Zoro muttered.

“I’m thinking.”

“Again?” He huffed like you’d just said you were about to swim across the Grand Line. “Didn’t you get enough of that back there?” You elbowed him lightly in the side. “Not everyone naps their problems away like you.”

“Tch. You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Your terrible sleep schedule?”

Zoro stretched his arms behind his head, letting out a long, lazy breath. “Speaking of... I’m getting tired.”

“You’re always tired,” you shot back. “That’s not news.”

“I mean it,” Zoro grunted. “I feel it... here.” He tapped his ribs, half-heartedly.

“Oh, that’s just your liver begging for mercy.”

Zoro’s head whips toward you, eyebrows raised. “What?”

You grin. “Your liver. It’s like, ‘Please, Zoro, put down the booze! I’m doing my best here!’”

“Shut up.”

The words were gruff, but his voice had softened at the edges. You let out a dramatic gasp, hand flying to your chest. “Wow! Rude, I’m telling Sanji!”

“Oh yeah?” Zoro snorted. “Go ahead. I’m not afraid of busboys.”

“Waiter,” you corrected with mock seriousness.

That earned you a rare grin—small but unmistakable—one corner of his mouth quirking upward.

“See?” Zoro said, still smiling. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, unexpected and almost embarrassing. You ducked your head, pretending to focus on the narrow path beneath your feet. By the time you reached camp, the fire had burned low — a dim orange glow flickering beneath the embers. Everyone was fast asleep, curled beneath blankets and jackets. The quiet felt fragile, like one wrong step might shatter it.

Zoro stopped near his bedroll and reached into his pack, pulling out something small — something that glinted faintly in the firelight. He didn’t say a word, just shot you a look and jerked his head toward the trees.

Curious, you followed.

The two of you walked in silence, weaving through the shadows. The air smelled like damp leaves and earth, but as you reached the edge of the trees, the scent of salt returned, stronger now, sharp and clean.

The beach stretched out before you, bathed in silver light. The waves barely whispered as they kissed the shore, gentle and calm. The sand looked soft, dappled with smooth stones and scattered shells that glistened faintly in the dark. A few lantern bugs blinked lazily in the air, their tiny sparks flickering like dying stars.

Zoro stopped a few steps ahead, turning back to face you. The moonlight caught his face, highlighting the faint scar over his eye and the sharp angle of his jaw. For a second, he just stood there, quiet and sure, like he belonged in a place like this, where the world felt still and steady.

The quiet pull of the tide fills the air, steady and soft. The sand feels cool beneath your feet, grains slipping between your toes as you stand by the water’s edge. Zoro’s still watching the horizon, his gaze distant, hands stuffed in his pockets like he’s waiting for the world to settle.

“C’mere,” he mutters.

Zoro shifts, pulling his hand free to rummage through his pack. He hesitates for a second, then pulls out something dark—fabric, neatly folded. When he holds it out, you see it better, deep, rich in color, with strong stitching along the seams. The material’s thick, sturdy, the kind you remember from your home island, woven to endure salt air and sharp winds.

You gasp, stepping closer to run your fingers over it. The fabric is smooth beneath your touch, cool and familiar.

“Where did you get this?” Your voice is breathless, awe threading through your words. “Why? How?”

“It’s just clothes,” Zoro mutters, looking away like that’ll stop you from seeing the way his ears are starting to turn red. “I just thought... you’d like it better than that ratty old tunic you keep wearing.”

Your chest swells, and before you can stop yourself, you’re launching at him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You hit him harder than you mean to—not that it matters. He’s solid as ever, but his arms instinctively catch you as you crash into him, cheek pressing against his chest. His scent—steel, salt, and something warm and unmistakably him—fills your senses. You cling tighter, practically burrowing into him.

Zoro grumbles, a low string of curses spilling from his mouth, but his hands stay put—one firm on your back, the other loosely circling your waist. His chest rises and falls beneath you, steady and sure. And then, to your surprise, he lets himself fall back—his back hitting the sand with a soft thud, you still sprawled over him.

You’re giggling now, face pressed to his collarbone. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his skin.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro mutters. His voice is rough, but there’s no bite to it. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” He pulls back just enough to flick you square on the forehead, sharp and precise.

“Ow!” You sit up, rubbing the spot. Without thinking, you flick him right back.

Zoro snorts. 

“You wanna start something?”

Before you can answer, his hand comes down—a light, playful slap against your backside that makes you yelp and scramble upright.

“Zoro!”

“Go put it on,” he grunts, stretching an arm behind his head like he’s getting comfortable right there in the sand. “Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it — just stares up at the sky, eyes half-lidded, like he’s content to stay there all night. But there’s a faint curve to his mouth, something soft and smug.

And somehow, that makes your heart feel just a little fuller.

The morning sun creeps over the horizon, soft and golden. Warmth bleeds through your eyelids, coaxing you from sleep. The first thing you notice is the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek—Zoro’s chest, solid and warm. His arm is still slung loosely around your waist, his hand resting just above your hip. His breath brushes against your hair, slow and even.

For a moment, you just lie there, wrapped in his warmth, half-convinced the world outside doesn’t exist.

“Look who��s finally awake!”

Sanji’s voice cuts through the peace like a knife.

Your eyes snap open just in time to see him grinning down at you, arms crossed, looking far too smug.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account wweet cherry, please,” Sanji croons, eyes flicking pointedly to where Zoro’s arm is still draped around you. “I’d hate to interrupt something romantic!~”

“Yeah!” Usopp’s voice chimes in from somewhere behind him. “Didn’t know Zoro had a favorite pillow!”

You twist your head just enough to see Chopper nearby, whispering excitedly to Luffy, who’s already grinning like this is the best thing he’s seen all week. Nami’s smirking too, her face half-hidden behind her map.

“I’m so glad you didn’t drown,” Robin adds with a soft chuckle. Heat floods your face, and you instinctively move to sit up— 

But Zoro’s arm tightens just enough to keep you still.

“Don’t,” he mutters, eyes still closed. 

“Too early.”

You barely have time to process that before Zoro suddenly sits up—quick and sharp—and the group scatters like startled seagulls. Sanji curses and leaps back, Usopp practically trips over his own feet, and Luffy just laughs as if the whole thing was part of his plan.

You’re still blinking in surprise when Zoro lets out a low grunt. 

“Idiots.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, light and breathless. 

“I think you scared them.”

“Good.”

You reach for his sleeve and start brushing sand from his arm. He watches for a second, then grabs your wrist and does the same for you, a little rougher, but still careful.

“You look nice,” he mutters under his breath, like he's hoping you won’t actually hear it. “Better than that damn tunic.”

You blink up at him. “Zoro…”

“Start believing in yourself,” he says firmly, like he’s scolding you for something. “Or I’ll tell Luffy you’re worried you’re not good enough.” 

Your mouth opens, but before you can argue, Zoro’s already turning away, stretching like he didn’t just drop something heavy on your heart.

Then, just as you think the moment’s over, he peeks at you with one eye, voice quieter than before.

“I love you,” he says simply. “Now stop worrying.”

And just like that, he’s on his back, closing his eyes like nothing happened—leaving you warm, breathless, and wondering how someone so blunt can make your heart feel so full. The warmth of his words still lingers, buzzing in your chest like a flickering flame. 

It's too much—too soft, too sweet—and you don’t know what to do with it.

So you bite him.

Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make your point—your teeth sinking into his chest just below his collarbone. His skin is warm against your lips, firm and solid like everything else about him.

“SHit!”

Zoro jolts up, hand clamping over the spot like you actually stabbed him.

“That’s for being an idiot,” you say sweetly, flashing your most innocent smile. For a second, he just stares at you, like he’s still trying to process what just happened. 

Then, slow as a cat cornering a mouse, his mouth curls into a dangerous smirk.

It’s not the lack of words that make your stomach flip — it’s how calm he looks. No barking threat, no grumbled curse. Just him sitting up with unsettling ease, rolling his shoulders like he's preparing for battle.

“Zoro…” you warn, crawling back, shifting your weight to your heels.

He stands up.

“Wait—Zoro, hang on—!”

You whirl around and bolt, sand kicking up behind you as you sprint down the beach.

“You better run!” His voice rumbles behind you, full of twisted amusement.

“I’m sorry!” you laugh breathlessly, dodging past a piece of driftwood.

“You’re not sorry yet!”

You risk a glance back—bad idea. Zoro’s already closing in, steps fast and deliberate. He’s not even running full speed yet, just pacing himself like he knows he’s going to catch you.

“Zoro, please!” You’re laughing too hard to keep up your pace, breath hitching as you stumble over your own feet. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Yeah?” He’s barely winded. “Should’ve thought about that before you bit me, dumbass.”

Farther up the beach, Brook sits comfortably in his folding chair, a delicate teacup poised between his fingers. Beside him, Franky’s stretched out on the sand, arms behind his head, half-dozing in the sun.

Brook takes a dainty sip of his tea, letting out a content sigh as you shriek in the distance.

“Ah,” he murmurs, smiling wistfully. 

“Young love...”

Franky cracks an eye open, watches Zoro chase you like a man possessed, then snorts. 

“Can’t argue with that.”

Your breath is still uneven, your chest rising and falling beneath Zoro's weight. His warmth sinks into your skin, grounding you even as your thoughts start to spiral.

“You know…” Your voice wavers, but you push through. “You’re the first person who’s ever... found me attractive.”

His brow furrows like you’ve just said something ridiculous. “Those people were blind.” He taps the side of his face. “And I’ve only got one eye now — what’s that say about them?”

You snort, but it’s short-lived. “Have you even looked at me?”

“’m lookin’ now,” he grumbles.

“No, I mean really looked.” You shift beneath him, awkward and uneasy, like you’re about to list off all your flaws. “The scales, the wild hair, the sharp teeth…” Your hand twitches in his grip as you motion toward your face. “Vertical pupils, gills, pointed ears…”

Your voice falters, but you keep going, your eyes flicking down toward your arms and legs. “The scales, the claws, the fins…”

His gaze follows your words, taking in every detail—the shimmer of your scales under the sunlight, the pointy tips of your nails, the delicate fins tracing your elbows, ankles, and waist. His eyes don’t narrow in disgust or widen in shock. He just... looks. Calm and steady.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, so casually it leaves you speechless.

“You—” You blink hard, trying to find your voice. “You’re insane.”

“I hope to get more acquainted with you, too,” he says, half-smirking now.

“Real up close and personal.”

That’s enough to snap you out of it. “Sanji!” you yell, voice carrying across the beach. “Help!”

The big tiddied one eyed bastard bites you in retaliation.

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A/N: Kit, how dare you issue a challenge? I'mma come over and cough all over.... your keyboard! That's right! Biological warfare baby! Jks. I can't get out of my bed, lol.

SUMMARY: Every year on Christmas Eve, you meet Lucifer, your mentor. He regales you with tales from down below, and despite the passing years, you realize that your love for him has never faded.

TAGS/WARNINGS:  f!reader, soft sex, p in v, angel!reader, naive!reader, virgin!reader, first time reader, touchstarved!lucifer, cunnilingus, fingering

Laughter drifted like silken ribbons through the crisp evening air, weaving its way seamlessly into the chorus of crackling firewood and the quiet hum of the night. Above, the stars gleamed with a fractured beauty, like shattered jewels scattered across the inky sky. Each flicker was a ghost of light from stars long gone, their brilliance enduring even after their death—a poignant reminder of their fragility and their fleeting splendour of existence. 

The fire before you burned steady, casting warm golden halos against the encroaching chill. The scent of smoke mingled with the earthy aroma of wood, laced faintly with a sweetness that teased the edges of memory. Enveloped in the soft cocoon of your snowy white wings, you dared a glance at the figure across from you. 

Lucifer. 

He was once your mentor, your guide into the delicate art of creation—the delicate skill of weaving light, life, and beauty into existence. Even now, after his fall, he sat there with the same ethereal glow, though tarnished in the eyes of Heaven. His rosy cheeks, flushed as though kissed by frost, and his gentle smile felt like the warmth of a distant sun. 

Yet, the whispers of his past lingered like shadows. The Seraphs spoke in riddles, never fully divulging the sin that led to his fall. He had become the emblem of rebellion, the cautionary tale told to every fledgling angel. To humanity and the choir of angels, he was the harbinger of evil and sin. 

But to you? 

He was still him. 

“Want a s’more?” His voice broke the spell of your thoughts, warm and smooth, carrying a hint of playful curiosity. He held out the human treat, the graham crackers precariously balanced between fingers that had once wielded the glory of celestial creation. 

You nodded, reaching eagerly for the offering. At the first bite, a delightful medley of flavours melted onto your tongue—the silk of chocolate, the airy sweetness of marshmallow, and the crisp crunch of graham crackers. Your eyes lit up with unabashed delight. 

“Mmm!” you hummed, your grin radiant as you turned to him. 

Lucifer chuckled, his laughter low and rich, like a song from a time you thought you’d forgotten. He leaned back, busying himself with crafting another treat, his motions unhurried and precise. Around you, colourful lights danced on strings, their cheerful glow a stark contrast to the quiet of the winter night. 

You hadn’t planned to see him again after that fateful chance encounter in the human realm. Yet here you were, meeting him each year on Christmas Eve, reliving fragments of a bond that time had refused to sever. 

Your gaze drifted to his profile, illuminated by the soft amber light. There was something mesmerizing about the way his hair caught the glow, the way his sharp features softened in the firelight. 

The chill of the night was no match for the flush warming your cheeks. You didn’t mean to feel this way, to let your thoughts spiral into forbidden territory. 

He was your mentor. 

Your guide.

Your… 

But the space between respect and yearning had blurred, year after year, as comfort gave way to an ache you couldn’t ignore. You told yourself it was admiration. 

That it had to be. 

“So,” Lucifer’s voice stirred you from your reverie, casual yet tinged with something unreadable. “How are things up there?” His words held an edge of hesitance, his unnatural crimson eyes flitting to meet yours briefly before darting away. 

Your breath caught as your gaze fell to the faint glint of a golden band on his fourth finger. A thousand questions stirred in your chest, each one more painful than the last. 

And yet, you smiled. 

You always smiled for him. 

Blinking back the twisting discomfort in your stomach, you forced a bright smile to your lips, wide enough to mask the unease threatening to spill over. “Oh, you know, same old, same old,” you sighed theatrically, shrugging your shoulders in an exaggerated gesture. “It’s been ages since anyone’s come up with anything truly inspired. No creativity, no innovation… just endless routine.” 

Your gaze flickered nervously to Lucifer, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his face light up—golden hues flushing his cheeks, a grin spreading wide and utterly unguarded across his face. 

“Well, isn’t that just typical!” he exclaimed, effortlessly crossing his legs and setting the fourth s’more neatly on the plate beside him. His movements were so quick and precise you barely caught them. “Those old coots upstairs wouldn’t recognize genius if it smacked them right in their self-righteous halos!” 

A giggle slipped from you, muffled only slightly by the hand you pressed to your mouth. It was still enough to escape, carrying the sound of bubbling joy across the air. His audacity—speaking so brazenly about the elders of Heaven—never failed to amuse you. But wasn’t that just one of the reasons why you… why you… 

Your chest tightened, a bittersweet ache swelling inside you. You didn’t want this moment to end. You longed for the days when you could see him whenever you pleased, like you had in those ancient, untarnished eons. 

Your wings puffed up instinctively, a reflexive motion that startled Lucifer enough to make him flinch. “Oh! S-sorry!” you stammered, cringing at the sudden disruption. “I just… remembered something!” 

With a renewed determination, you reached into your pocket, your fingers brushing against smooth rubber. When you pulled it free, your smile grew brighter, almost trembling with anticipation. You held it out to him with both hands. 

Lucifer’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. He blinked once, then again, his gaze drifting from the object in your hands to your face. His lips, usually quick to curve into a grin, remained frozen in place. 

A flicker of nervousness gnawed at your resolve, but you clung to your bright expression, even as it faltered just slightly. “I-I heard that tomorrow is a day when people exchange gifts and spend time together,” you began hesitantly, heat crawling up your neck to bloom across your cheeks. “And, well… you once mentioned you liked ducks, so… I made this for you.” 

The small object in your hands was a pink rubber duck, its shimmering ruby eyes catching the firelight. Tiny white wings adorned its back, delicately crafted and fluffy to the touch. It wasn’t much, but it was something you’d poured your heart into—something that reminded you of the first time Lucifer had taught you the joy of creating. You still remembered the wooden duck he had given you all those years ago, a keepsake of simpler times. 

“If you squeeze it here,” you demonstrated, giving the duck a gentle press. The tiny beak opened, letting out a soft, endearing quack, and the little wings began to flap, the duck hovering just slightly above your palm. 

Your heart pounded as you looked up at him, hope filling your eyes. Surely, he’d see how much this meant. 

For a moment, Lucifer’s expression was unreadable, his blank stare heavy and unnerving. But then, his lips curved into a wide, mischievous grin. “Oh, wow!” he drawled, plucking the duck from your hands and turning it over to examine it closely. “You’ve really improved! Your craftsmanship is getting impressive.” 

His words washed over you, sending a pleasant warmth trickling down your spine. “Y-you think so?” you asked, your voice tinged with shy pride as you leaned in slightly, desperate to bask in the glow of his approval. 

He glanced at you then, and for a moment, his eyes softened, their sharp edges melting into something infinitely more tender. His vibrant red eyes felt foreign, a reminder of all he had become, yet there was a piece of the mentor you once knew. No matter how he had changed, Lucifer still held an unshakable place in your heart. 

And in this quiet moment, you realized… perhaps he always would. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low, threaded with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. His eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability shimmering within their depths like the faintest ember of a long-forgotten fire. His hand hovered, trembling slightly, mere inches from your cheek, as if he yearned to touch you but couldn’t bring himself to close the distance. “You don’t have to indulge this old fool every year, you know.” 

Your head tilted slightly, confusion knitting your brows. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment. 

Lucifer sighed deeply, the sound heavy with unspoken words. His hand dropped back into his lap, his fingers curling protectively around the small gift you had made for him. His gaze followed, falling to the duck in his hand as if it held all the answers he couldn’t find. 

“I…” He hesitated, his lips pressing together before he let out a quiet, frustrated breath. His eyes darted to the side, then back to the fire, searching for the courage to continue. “I’ve been reminiscing. About my past—about our past. And it’s been wonderful to share it with you again, but—” 

Your chest tightened painfully, the weight of his unfinished words squeezing the air from your lungs. You didn’t want to hear it. Whatever he was about to say, it would break something inside you, something you weren’t ready to lose. 

Before you could think better of it, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

His shoulders jerked, startled, and his head whipped toward you, wide-eyed and unguarded. Your lips quirked into a nervous smile, and with a forced, breathless giggle, you tried to brush it off. “I took my gift from you, Lucifer!” you declared, your tone falsely cheerful. Your hands wrung together in your lap, betraying the storm of nerves churning inside you, and your heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the crackle of the fire. 

“A k-kiss,” you stammered, heat flooding your cheeks. “That’s… what I wanted.” 

It was innocent enough, wasn’t it? You had seen Seraphim offer kisses to their students in gestures of affection and encouragement. Surely, this wasn’t so different. 

Right? 

Lucifer blinked, slowly, as if processing your words. Then, a quiet “oh” escaped his lips, soft and unsure. He glanced at your face, his expression unreadable for a heartbeat that stretched into eternity. 

“I can do that,” he said at last, his voice a whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. 

He carefully placed the duck aside, tucking it safely into his pocket before leaning closer. When his lips met yours, it was gentle at first, barely a touch, but the softness of his mouth stole the air from your lungs. Your skin tingled where he brushed against you, sparking sensations that raced through your body like wildfire. 

The kiss deepened, and your hands instinctively rose, pressing against the lapels of his coat as you leaned into him. Your eyes fluttered shut, the world around you dissolving into the warmth of him, the faint scent of smoke and something earthy mingling with his own intoxicating presence. 

The quiet crackle of the fire mingled with the faint sounds of your lips meeting his. He pulled back slightly, just enough for your breaths to mingle, and his eyes caught yours. The red of his irises glowed softly, the colour unfamiliar yet achingly fitting for him. It was a shade you had never seen in Heaven, and yet it felt as though it had always belonged to him. 

“I miss these wings,” Lucifer murmured, his lips brushing against yours with every word. 

Before you could respond, his hand moved behind you, fingers grazing the base of your wings where they met your back. His touch was light, reverent, but the sensation that followed was anything but gentle. 

“Ah!” you gasped, a sharp cry escaping your lips as a surge of pleasure coursed through you, so intense it left you trembling. Your body gave out, collapsing against his chest as heat flooded your veins, setting every nerve alight. 

The sensations rippled through you in waves, overwhelming and indescribable. You buried your face against him, your breath ragged as you tried to steady yourself. It felt so good—too good, almost, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. 

“Lucifer,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but his name on your lips felt like a sinful plea.

The moment your gaze met his, Lucifer claimed your lips again, his kiss deeper, more fervent than before. His tongue brushed against your lips, coaxing them apart with a temptation as sweet as it was forbidden. Each movement of his mouth sent shivers down your spine, and the heat pooling low in your belly intensified, an ache that demanded more. His hands roamed over you, skilled and deliberate, igniting sparks that left you breathless. Shame prickled at the edge of your thoughts, but it was drowned out by the wet, warm sensation pooling between your thighs. 

Your breath came in ragged gasps, mingling with the rustle of fabric and the faint crackle of the fire. His movements were fluid yet insistent as he guided you down onto the soft blanket beneath you. Lucifer hovered above, his arms caging you in, as if shielding you from the judgmental eyes of the Heavens above. 

In the firelight, his golden hair glowed, its brilliance rivalling the stars you had spent so many nights admiring. It was brighter than the sun, and yet infinitely more inviting. 

“My sweet angel,” he murmured, his voice trembling as though the words pained him. The nickname, long forgotten in the years since his fall, struck something deep within you, a chord of bittersweet memory. “Tell me to stop,” he pleaded, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm and unsteady against your skin. “We should… stop.” 

The word echoed in your mind—stop. But it felt so foreign, so wrong. You didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to push him away, not now, not ever. His touch, his presence, the way he made you feel—it was all-consuming. You craved more. 

Your lips parted, and instead of telling him to stop, a soft plea escaped, barely audible yet filled with undeniable longing. A bashful smile curled at the corners of your lips, a silent answer to his hesitation. 

Lucifer shivered, his resolve faltering as his gaze searched yours. Then, he surrendered, dipping low to capture your lips once more. His hands moved over you, exploring with a reverence that made your heart ache. His touch ventured to places no one else had ever dared, yet there was no fear, no hesitation. With him, it felt right. 

Piece by piece, your clothes fell away, and his followed suit, each article shed like a layer of pretense until nothing remained but bare skin and shared warmth. The movements were slow, deliberate, almost ritualistic—a dance of devotion. The firelight caressed his form, and you found yourself mesmerized by the sight of him, by the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered in the universe. 

His lips trailed along your cheekbone, leaving a path of warmth in their wake, before finding the delicate curve of your neck. He pressed a kiss there, soft and lingering, and you felt him shudder, his breath trembling against your skin. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hold on you tightening, as though he feared you might vanish. 

Your chest pressed against his, your bodies aligned, and a new sensation bloomed within you—a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. The hard length of him throbbed against your core, every twitch synchronized with the rapid beat of his heart. The tip was warm, slick with your shared desire, a physical manifestation of the connection drawing you both closer. 

Your heart raced, not with fear, but with happiness—a profound joy that your first time sharing this sacred act would be with him. This was no mere moment of passion; it was something deeper, something eternal. An act of unity, of bonding, of love. Wasn’t it? You wondered, heart fluttering, if this meant he saw you as his equal, his soulmate. 

Did he love you? 

Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, hoarse and laden with conflict. “We should stop,” he murmured, his words catching as though they pained him to say. “I’m tainted… and you’re not. We should stop.” 

Yet even as he spoke, his arms clung to you with a desperation that belied his words. He held you as though you were his salvation, the one thing anchoring him in a world of chaos. His resolve was crumbling, his need laid bare before you. 

And you… you could not let him go. 

Not now.

Not ever.

Lucifer's voice was raw, tinged with a pain that gripped your heart. Though you couldn’t fully understand the depths of his torment, the need to soothe him overwhelmed you. Your fingers trailed tenderly through his golden hair, soft and warm under your touch. His muscles, taut with tension, gradually loosened, melting as he surrendered to your embrace. A sigh escaped his lips, quiet and vulnerable, followed by a low moan as his mouth pressed delicate, lingering kisses to your neck. Each touch sent shivers coursing through your body, his lips igniting sparks wherever they met your skin. 

It hit you then—why you returned to him, year after year, unable to stay away. This feeling, which had begun as a fragile seed, had blossomed into something wild and untamable. It was no longer just admiration or fondness—it was something much deeper. 

You loved him. 

The realization unfurled within you like a sunrise, pure and all-encompassing. Love, the most beautiful and sacred of emotions, a gift from the heavens themselves. It was love that had drawn you to Lucifer, time and again. Love that refused to let you abandon him, even in his fall. He had taught you about creation, about beauty, and now, he had taught you the most profound truth of all—the overwhelming power of love. 

Emboldened by the thought, you cupped his face, tilting his head upward. Your lips found his in small, feather-light kisses, each accompanied by a soft giggle of uncontainable joy. His torment, etched so deeply into his features, began to fade, replaced by a quiet resignation. His lips curled into a gentle smile, one that reached his eyes for the first time in eons. 

Then he kissed you again, deeply, a kiss that stole the air from your lungs and set your body alight. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, and you let him in, surrendering to the heat of his passion. His moan vibrated through you, a sound so primal and raw it sent a shiver down your spine. 

His body pressed against yours, his arousal hot and throbbing against your core. The tip of him pressed gently, insistently, against your entrance, the weight of his desire palpable. You widened your thighs instinctively, your breath hitching as anticipation gripped you. 

"I'll be gentle," he whispered, his voice a low promise that resonated through every fibre of your being. 

You nodded, your trust in him absolute, your heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Slowly, he began to press into you, the sensation foreign yet electrifying. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he stretched you, your body adjusting to the slow, deliberate intrusion. 

“Ah,” you moaned, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he rolled his hips, pulling back before pressing forward again. Each thrust brought him deeper, filling you inch by inch. The rhythm was deliberate, reverent, as though he sought to worship every part of you. The sounds of your bodies meeting—the wet, slick noise of his movements, the ragged breaths, the whispered gasps—filled the air, a melody of intimacy. 

"That's right," he murmured, his voice thick with praise and desire. "You're doing so well, my sweet angel." 

Lucifer groaned as he buried himself deeper, his brows knitting together in concentration. You felt the burn of his entry give way to a blossoming pleasure, waves of heat radiating from where your bodies were joined. 

“Ah, my angel,” he groaned, his voice trembling. “So tight... so perfect.” 

He thrust deeper still, his pace steady and unrelenting. The fullness was overwhelming, every nerve alight with sensation. His hand slid around your back, fingers finding the base of your wings. When he touched you there, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, your walls tightening around him involuntarily. 

The sensation built and built, pain dissolving into pure, unadulterated bliss as he moved within you. Each roll of his hips brought you closer to something transcendent, a feeling so overwhelming it consumed you completely. And at that moment, with Lucifer holding you, filling you, there was no fall, no sin—only love.

Lucifer’s moan was low and guttural as he sank fully into you, his hips pressing flush against yours. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of heat and fullness that left your body trembling as it tried to accommodate him. 

“Ah… ah… L-Luci,” you whimpered, your voice catching on every gasp as you clenched tightly around him. Your walls fluttered, struggling to adjust to his size, the stretch both foreign and intoxicating. Above you, Lucifer’s torso rose, his head tilted back as he groaned, savouring the tightness of your untouched core. 

“I’m going to move,” he murmured, his voice soft and trembling, laced with restraint. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had slipped free. The tenderness in his gaze made your chest ache, grounding you amidst the swirling chaos of sensation. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?” 

You nodded, your smile wobbly but trusting. 

Slowly, he began to withdraw, and a sharp whimper escaped your lips as the loss of him left you achingly empty. But then, he pressed forward again, filling you completely, his heat and presence igniting something raw within you. His movements were careful, deliberate, as he set a rhythm, his cock throbbing against your walls as if revelling in your embrace. 

Each glide of him inside you was smoother, more certain, and his pace gradually quickened. Your breaths intertwined, the quiet space filled with the sounds of your union—ragged gasps, soft moans, and the rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting. 

“You’re so beautiful, my sweet angel,” he whispered, his voice a reverent murmur that made your heart flutter. His hips rolled in slow, indulgent circles, eliciting a cry of pleasure as he drove deeper into you. “You feel incredible,” he sighed, his words like a balm to your overwhelmed senses. 

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. His tongue explored you with unrestrained hunger, mapping every corner of your mouth and drawing out muffled moans with every stroke. His lips left trails of fire on your skin, igniting every nerve he touched. 

“I’m close,” he rasped against your lips, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control fraying as he chased his release. 

You could barely form words, your body spiralling higher with every movement. “I want you to… feel good… Luci,” you managed, your voice breaking on a high-pitched keen as the coil in your core wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap. 

Your whispered plea undid him. With a final thrust, his body tensed, and a deep groan escaped him as he spilled into you. The warmth of his release filled you, each pulse of him deep within making you shudder. He moaned softly, his hips rocking gently as he pressed as far as he could, emptying every drop into you. 

As he stilled, his breaths uneven, he opened his eyes to meet yours. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew, and a shiver ran through you as his warmth began to escape. But before you could mourn the loss, his fingers slid inside, filling you once more. 

“Ah!” you cried out, your back arching as the sudden intrusion sent a jolt of pleasure through you. His fingers curled, seeking and finding a spot deep within that made your vision blur. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, your body surrendering completely to the unexpected waves of ecstasy crashing over you. 

“Good,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched you unravel beneath him, your pleasure becoming his own reward. 

"That's right, let go, my dear," Lucifer murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your senses. The wet, lewd sounds of his fingers delving into your heat filled the space between you, the mixture of his release and your arousal slicking every motion. His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, and your body clenched around him, desperate for more. 

“Ah… ah, Luci!” you cried, your voice trembling with raw need as the coil in your core wound tighter, ready to snap. The tension in your body built with every stroke of his fingers, every graze of his touch, until a sudden, warm pressure pressed against your sensitive nub. The contact sent a jolt of pure, searing pleasure through you, pulling a broken cry from your lips. 

Lucifer’s lips found your clit, his tongue flicking against the swollen bundle of nerves before he drew it into his mouth, suckling gently. The sensation was electric, each stroke of his fingers inside you timed perfectly with the pull of his lips. The sound of him—wet, desperate, and unrelenting—filled your ears, and the world around you blurred into nothing but him. 

Your body arched off the blanket, a keening moan escaping you as your hips pushed forward, seeking more. You were helpless against the onslaught of sensations, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you higher and higher until you shattered completely. 

White-hot pleasure surged through you, a blinding wave of ecstasy that left you breathless. Your walls clamped around his fingers, spasming with the force of your orgasm as your cries filled the air. Lucifer didn’t stop—his fingers moved slowly, deliberately, while his tongue lavished your oversensitive clit with gentle, teasing licks, drawing out every last tremor of bliss. 

When the pleasure finally ebbed, leaving you trembling and spent, you collapsed back onto the blanket, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your cheeks flushed, your lips parted in a dazed smile as you looked down at him. 

Lucifer raised his head, his lips glistening, and a small smile graced his face. But something in his eyes gave you pause—a shadow of sadness that dulled the light you adored. His gaze lingered on you, tender yet heavy, as though he was holding back something you couldn’t see. 

You reached for him, brushing your fingers along his cheek, your smile faltering as you whispered, “Luci… what’s wrong?” 

Lucifer gathered you close, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that belied his strength. His fingers threaded through your hair, stroking it gently, while his lips pressed soft, reverent kisses to your temple, your forehead, the crown of your head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, the weight of those words sinking deep into your chest. 

Your eyelids fluttered, the haze of exhaustion clouding your mind. “What for?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, relishing in the warmth that seeped into your skin. 

“For not being enough,” he began, his lips brushing against your hair. “For falling,” another kiss, this time on your temple. “For leaving you,” his voice cracked, and he kissed you again, a lingering touch on your cheek. “For disappointing everyone.” His lips trembled as they grazed your forehead once more. “For…” 

The words faltered, and you tilted your head, looking up at him. The pain etched into his features pierced your heart, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Did you know?” you began softly, the words coming from a place of vulnerability. “I look forward to seeing you every year. I look forward to hearing the stories about your daughter, to just… being with you.” 

To you. 

He was enough. 

Always. 

His arms tightened around you, his body trembling slightly as though your words unravelled something deep within him. You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of what you wanted to say, the unspoken truth that had been blooming in your heart. “I… I—” 

But the words caught in your throat, your courage faltering. Did he feel the same? Angels didn’t share this kind of intimacy lightly; it was an act of deep love, wasn’t it? Surely, Lucifer felt it too. 

He leaned back slightly, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. “We should rest tonight, my sweet angel,” he said gently, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. 

You hesitated but nodded, allowing him to conjure a tent with a wave of his hand. The interior was illuminated by strings of delicate fairy lights, their warm glow casting a soft, ethereal ambience. 

“It’s like our own personal stars!” you exclaimed, the childlike wonder in your voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere. 

But Lucifer said nothing, his silence wrapping around the space between you like a fragile thread. You told yourself he was tired, that the weight of the day had worn him down. Still, a small, nagging fear nestled in your chest. 

However, later in the dead of night, you stirred faintly when you felt a hand resting lightly on your head. You kept your eyes shut, your breathing steady as you waited, your heart pounding. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice cracking as though the words themselves were too heavy to bear. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, like a prayer seeking forgiveness. “You belong in Heaven, with the stars, not entangled with a devil like me.” 

Your breath hitched, but you remained still, every fibre of your being straining to hear more. You wanted to open your eyes, to reach out and tell him he was wrong, that you didn’t care, but something held you back. Deep down, you already knew, didn’t you? 

You were the one who clung to hope, who had dared to declare love where it was forbidden. You were the one who dreamed of a union that defied the heavens and the depths. And yet, now, all you could do was lie there, caught between the truth you feared and the love you couldn’t bear to lose. 

You closed your eyes, sealing them shut like you had sealed away every truth you didn’t want to face. The truth that Lucifer had fallen, that his place was no longer beside you, and that a future together was a dream as fleeting as stardust. You closed your eyes against the inevitable, against the knowledge that this fragile connection had always been temporary. 

You closed your eyes because as an angel, hope was all you had—and even that, you realized now, had been a fool's solace. 

Tears threatened but did not fall, held at bay by sheer will as you lay there, motionless. You heard the soft rustle of the tent flaps, the faint sound of him leaving, and then the crushing silence as his presence disappeared. The space he left behind felt cavernous, the absence of his warmth like an icy void. 

You didn’t know how long you remained there, curled beneath the blanket that still faintly carried his scent. The false stars above twinkled on, uncaring, mocking. Slowly, you sat up, the first tear slipping down your cheek like a crack in the dam. Then another, and another, until the flood of grief began to escape in earnest. 

You crawled out of the tent, the night’s chill biting at your skin as you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself. The fire outside had dimmed to embers, its light no longer warm, its joy snuffed out. On the plate lay the discarded remains of s’mores, cold and abandoned, their sweetness wasted. 

You turned your gaze to the sky, to the real stars. Another tear slipped down as you stared at their brilliance. 

You weren’t going to see Lucifer next year. 

Or the year after. 

You weren’t going to see him ever again. He wouldn’t meet you, wouldn’t look at you with that half-smile that never quite reached his eyes. The realization cuts you deep like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. 

More tears welled, spilling freely now as your throat tightened and your chest heaved. The stars blurred in your vision, but you kept looking, unable to tear your gaze away. They shone so brightly, their light a lingering echo of something long gone. A memory of existence clinging to the present, deceiving the dreamers and the hopeful into believing they were still there. 

A breath escaped you, shaky and shallow, followed by a sob that tore free like a scream trapped too long. 

Lucifer had been your mentor. He had shown you the wonder of creation, the beauty of ingenuity, the power of unrestrained possibility. 

But love? 

Perhaps he hadn’t taught you that after all. 

How could it have been love when you never truly had it to begin with? 

Your hands clutched the blanket tighter, your tears falling silently into the earth beneath you. The stars above continued their eternal dance, indifferent to your pain, as you sat there mourning the light you had lost—and the darkness it left behind. 

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"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[cherbexr]

"Then let's be lost together"

Leon x Trainer! Reader

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Warnings: none!

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"(Pokemon), return!"

You called back your partner as the wind and the rain continued to blow, not wanting to danger your partner in this weather. You tried to shield your eyes as you looked around to see where you were.

"I can't see anything..." You huffed and pulled out your rotom phone noticing it was low on battery, "can't even call for a taxi either."

You then put your phone away and trudged to an abandoned tower to get some cover from the weather. As you sat your stuff down in the dark room you sighed in relief and turned your flashlight on.

"At this rate, I'll be late to the tournament." You huffed in disappointment and sat down against a wall with your knees to your chest.

Some faint noises could be heard in the background, choosing to ignore it you called out your (electric type Pokemon of your choice!) and asked if they could lend their power to charge your phone.

You looked around in the dark, damp place and sighed again. You looked back at your Pokemon and they looked uneasy and were in a defensive stance.

"What is it?" you asked and looked in the direction your Pokemon was looking at. Your eyes widened when you saw a Pokemon emerge from a shadow. It was a wild Dusclops!

"Okay ready to fight (Pokemon name)? Oh wait you still have my phone in your mouth... Let's go!" You decided to bolt with your Pokemon closely behind you.

You managed to get far enough away from the tower and back in the pouring rain. "Great..."

"Heyy!!" A loud voice called from above you. You looked up and saw an outline of a Charizard with someone on top. "Hey! Are you lost?"

That's weird, flying taxis usually use Corviknights...

The Charizard and the man landed in front of you and your vision cleared....It was Champion Leon! The one you were dreaming of going up against if you weren't caught in this bloody rain...

Your eyes widened as you saw him jump off Charizard and walk up to you, towering over you.

"Sorry to startle you, I got lost trying to make my way to Wyndon. Then this storm kicked up, losing my way even more," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gotta admit, he looked delicious like this. All drenched, his clothes clinging to his body showing the outline of his muscles and- I'mma stop there.

"Uh yeah, same. I was also headed to Wyndon until I got caught in the rain," you said to him.

"So you're in the same boat I'm in! Haha, what a coincidence!" he laughed. "How about we set up camp together? I may not look like it but I can cook a pretty mean curry."

You smiled at him and approved as you both sat your stuff down and set up a campsite. You shared your ingredients but he opted to use whipped cream, sweet pecha berries, and...sausages?

"Um, are you sure that's going to be good?"

"Trust me," he replied, concentrating on making his curry. You shrugged and let your pokemon out so they could recharge.

Time passes as you're cracking jokes with Leon and talking and getting to know each other. He finally finishes his rancid curry and gives you a plate to have a try.

You looked at the plate that stood in your hands suspiciously. It was bubbling and gurgling.

"eat up! I promise it's as good as it looks," he says with a mouthful.

You looked at him and back at your plate and decide to lick the tip of the spoon. To much surprise it was pretty good. Your pokemon seemed to enjoy it judging from the food around their mouths.

As your two finish up dinner, you notice the rain stopped but it was dark outside. Leon was gathering up the dirty dishes while you were getting your phone to work again after having a little water damage and a bite mark from your Pokemon.

"Hey, how about we get some sleep and tomorrow morning we can travel to Wyndon together?" Leon suggests.

"Sounds like a plan, hopefully we don't get lost," you joked.

"If we did, let's get lost together"

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[robotmechagirl]

Fem Friday #15! d=(^o^)=b

I think number 15 anyway? lol

Had to be up stupid early this morning for work and had plans for after. So I injected my estrogen when I first woke up. I know with certainty now that the estrogen is a strong contributor to the bubbly, flowery, feel like I'mma burst into song because the emotion is so heavy feeling. I also know it's nauseating to feel this way.

Normally I have adequate sleep and food so the nausea isn't bad, kinda fun even. Today I have neither had proper sleep nor nutrition, on top of being exhausted from work. This sug, is why I am now suffering as I am writing this to you. That's important context for what I am about to share.

For you see... I'm in a really weird situation.

I have two people that like and are attracted to me. I connected with them both through the same dating app. If they had been products of creation, then each of them would be a master piece of a human being. They both command my respect, awe, and my admiration in different ways. I cannot properly express to you how darling and dear they each are. If I thought that they would be okay with a polycule I would gladly date them both.

At least one of them is monogamous. So it's actually quite bad that things have kept escalating with both of them and I haven't really had a chance to sort my own feelings. It only happened because I kept thinking I got ghosted by each of them so there were never qualms letting things escalate. One had told me they were thinking friends with the possibility for more, so I was like... Cool, friends :3, and accepted a date from the other. But the date got moved from Saturday to this evening 2(?) days ago. Then things rapidly escalted between me and the one that said friends.

The one that said friends is person A. The one I got a date with is person 1.

Person A is one town over with a very busy schedule and my biggest source of insecurity with this is we have not set up a date. It's been thrown around as an ideal, but every time we talk logistics we simply end up not knowing. After so many long distance relationships this kinda fucks with me because it would be a process of probably me having to move again and dealing with the loneliness or distance for a while if I wanted to merge lives with them, which seems to be their intent towards me.

Person A seems to really really like me. They message me quite frequently now. We've talked about a lot and had deep conversations. They flippin' call me beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, etc... ToT We really do vibe and I feel myself caring very deeply about them. I'm sure I would be happy with them.

Person 1 is in the same town as me and also a very busy schedule. My biggest insecurity with them is they text so infrequently that I've actually thought I was ghosted twice before catching on that they just feel less pressure to text because they can simply meet me whenever.

When I asked my friends about going on a date with person 1 they kept assuring me that I was overthinking and that it was not unethical to explore my options, despite realizing the night before that person A caught some really deep feelings for me. When I met them for the date we really did vibe. We share a buttload of values and interests. The strongest appeal is that I can just see them in person and it makes me feel way more secure to know if I pursue this path that a tangible relationship will come to fruition. I could also see myself being very happy and content with this person. (Editing note: I felt like I was gonna keel over the entire date. Like legit worried I would faint and slam my head on something)

I want to disclose to both of them my thoughts and feelings, but I haven't figured out a way to do so tactfully and minimize hurt feelings. I want to communicate like a fucking adult and not tangle myself in a web of lying by ommission. They're not even comparable and it's not like I wouldn't be happy and content with either of them. Like god damn I just want to be loved and to love. I know I can't continue forward without some hard conversations and probably hurt feelings.

I am thinking I need to decide what I actually want because I'm centered in this. Regardless of whether or not I fucked up I need to take control of it before everybody gets burned.

Kinda fuckin' weird to be sharing this online with you, but I've been making it a point to publicly document my experience so that you can see the world through my eyes. It's impossible to separate my experience from the fact that I am a trans woman and you can see how that colours my lens for the world. I hope I am articulating well and making sense to you.

Fuck I feel nauseous.

[belit0]

I'mma give you the freedom on what to do with this drawing

The setting is just them at school

Their dynamic or something

Rich Uchihas and their antics in this modern mafia AU!

The private school parking lot buzzed with quiet activity—lined with polished cars, neat uniforms, and the low murmur of sleepy students dragging themselves into the building.

One truck stood out, black as night and just as commanding, sleek paint glinting under the soft morning sun.

Indra leaned against the side of it, a quiet force in dark clothes, cradling a small girl on his hip.

Ame was half-asleep, curled against his shoulder with a pink clip barely holding to her short hair.

Her thumb was in her mouth.

She blinked slowly at the sunlight like it had betrayed her.

–Come on, we’re late!

Inari darted forward with a backpack bouncing against his spine, Hikari on his heels, both full of noise, barely buttoned uniforms and cereal breath.

–You’re late, I was ready ten minutes ago! –You spilled milk on your shirt!

Indra didn’t interfere.

He gave a slow blink, lifted his chin once in silent farewell, and watched them tumble through the school gates.

Raizen followed a beat later, calm, precise, quiet in contrast.

The eldest, the one who carried the weight of understanding something was different about their life, even if no one had ever told him what.

He paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

A sleek car pulled up across the drive.

That signature Uchiha stillness, always five degrees colder than necessary.

Madara stepped out.

–Indra.

His voice cut through the air like it always had—just a little too casual to be casual.

Indra didn’t move.

–You’re up early.

He adjusted Ame’s weight in his arms.

Madara rounded the car and opened the passenger door.

–Makoto asked me to bring her. First day.

Raizen blinked, stepping back instinctively as a girl emerged—school's uniform, her posture rigid, dark hair falling over one side of her face like she wanted it to hide her altogether.

–This is Fuyumi. My granddaughter.

Her eyes flicked up at them under thick lashes, then back to the ground. –Hi.–

So soft, it barely registered.

Raizen just stared.

He hadn’t expected her to speak.

Something about her posture made her seem like she wouldn’t.

Indra gave a low hum.

–Didn’t know your daugther was back in town.

–Moved in last week.

Madara glanced at Fuyumi briefly, like checking if she was still breathing.

Raizen’s brows twitched.

Fuyumi wasn’t looking at him, but her hands fidgeted slightly around the strap of her bag. Her nails were painted. Very faint eyeliner.

Not enough to break school rules.

Just enough to look like she belonged somewhere else.

Ame stirred. Her little fingers tugged at Indra’s collar.

–Who’s that dada…?

She blinked at Fuyumi with syrupy eyes.

Fuyumi gave the tiniest smile.

It wasn’t sure of itself.

Not confident. Just polite.

Indra glanced at Raizen. –Walk her in.-

Raizen straightened, shoulders twitching as if that single sentence had pushed responsibility onto him like a sudden stormcloud.

–She’s in my year?

–Mm.– Madara offered a nod.

Raizen didn’t protest.

He turned toward the school without a word, starting forward slowly.

He didn’t wait for her.

Just expected her to follow.

Fuyumi did.

Madara and Indra watched them go, saying nothing.

Then, quietly—

–He’s like you.

Madara’s tone was neutral, but a little edge hid in the corner of his mouth.

–Don’t start.

Indra kissed the crown of Ame’s head without looking at him.

As the pair reached the gates, Raizen didn’t turn, but his voice floated back low and clear. –If the twins bother you… just ignore them. They do that with everyone.–

Fuyumi blinked, startled by his voice more than the words. –Okay…– She hesitated. –Thanks.–

No smile.

No flourish.

But the space between them wasn’t uncomfortable.

It just was.

Like maybe—just maybe—it didn’t feel so bad to be the quiet one when someone else walked beside you without asking you to speak.

[missrosieofcannibaltown]

(I have to sleep in 10 minutes so I'mma make this quick)

*she runs up to you and @alastor-the-demon *

You know how you told me to burn down Susan's house...?

*she did have a faint scent of gasoline about her*

I am so proud of you. But, tell me, is Susan still alive, or…?

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Werewolf!bruce? Um. wait

Idk if this is an ask but I'mma treat it like one

Bruce slid the hidden panel in the butler's pantry back and placed the herbs he'd bought from Izolda in their places.

Brewed properly, they would stop the change if taken at the right time. It was important. Especially when dealing with the Justice league. The Batman was one thing. Batman being a werewolf was another.

And he still remembered the horror stories he'd been told. Hunting parties and silver bullets. Mates and children taken. Burned. This world wasn't any kinder- even if his kid were relegated to scary stories told in October. They were no more civilized than they had been. It was enough to keep him careful.

And keep him from dwelling on the fact that if his father had been less careful, his parents might still be alive- even if one human would be dead.

Clipped footsteps and the faint scent of lemon Pledge made Bruce half turn as he slid the panel back in place, "Alfred."

"Master Bruce," the butler said, "How is Madam Izolda?"

"Surly. And Sana has a cold," Bruce snorted.

"So nothing out of the ordinary," Alfred said.

"Except one thing."

"Oh?"

"Her granddaughter was at the shop."

"Granddaughter?" Alfred said blinking. "I thought her kind just sprung up from toad stools."

"Evidently not," Bruce snorted.

[ctubbolvr]

Hey beloved mutual :P we have had a sit down, and by we I mean me and the demons in my head. And we have decided that as much as I absolutely love your writing and everything I'm just not gonna be reading tfhts. It's not that is bad absolutely not that is not what this is about. I think it's a great fic personally and I love that you wrote it. But it's just full of stuff that I would not normally read and I don't really like reading. And if the entire thing was like 10k, I could get over it for the sake of wow mutual wrote fanfiction I'm gonna read it. But it's very much not.

Anyway I don't like being srs fot too long so long story short if u wanna keep yapping about it I'm all ears I'm just not gonna force myself to read about stuff I don't like, I'm sure there's a lot of people who like it, I'mma cheer u on. From way over here :P

alright !!!!! dw about it i totally get it ,, and it’s definitely going to get like. a lot darker? specifically for like limbo times (i told a friend my plans . they want me gone) glad u read the first couple chapters o7 better than nothing ! it’s probably not going to be for the faint of heart anyway , and i am going to stop myself right there because that almost turned into an entire rant ! whoops …

in other words, all good ^___^

[fedoraspooky]

Checking Up

AN: Wrote a little thing about Charlie's early days in the lab. Wasn't sure if I should post it, but it goes just a little bit more into the other scientists involved, so it might be interesting if you're curious about that. :o

No real warnings to note, other than the premise itself involving a superpowered child character being made into an unethical lab experiment while being lied to about it. :') Anyways I'mma tuck it under the read more if you wanna have a look!

~*~

The heavy doors opened with a whoosh of air. Dr. Soala's eyes made a quick scan of the sparse 'bedroom' that was Project Matchstick's cell as she stepped inside.

It was a mess to say the least- scorch marks could be seen streaked across the walls and floor, the small bookshelf was face-down on the ground with its contents strewn about, a few of which had pages still burning away and crumbling to ash… Even his bed had been overturned! It was a shocking display of power for a child, especially one as small as Matchstick, but… as an anomaly, perhaps it shouldn't be that surprising. Sure, Matchstick may not have developed much in the way of physical strength yet, but he hardly needed that to accomplish the upending of heavy wood and metal furniture when he could literally explode.

And it certainly appeared that he had, several times in fact.

It took a few glances about the room to locate him due to the mess, but she soon found him huddled against the wall, near where his bed lay right-side-down.

Matchstick was curled up tightly, mottled arms wrapped around his legs and face hidden behind his knees.

Normally when checking on anomalous projects, Dr. Soala would be flanked by at least one guard for safety, but… Those anomalies were usually objects, or animals. This one had human-level intelligence, and as such required… A more delicate touch.

Taking care to step over the ashy remains of a few storybooks without slipping, she approached with a bit more caution than usual. Normally Matchstick would at least look up whenever someone walked in, but he remained stubbornly unresponsive- in fact, he curled up even more when approached.

"Charlie?" She said, trying to use the name Matchstick was more comfortable with. Still no response. Concerning…

She kneeled down to be more level with him, and tried a softer tone of voice. "Charlie… Dr. Windsor told me you were upset, is that true…?"

Well, her colleague's more exact words were "That little shit BIT me!!" as he'd hastily washed and sterilized the wound in question, but she decided not to mention that part. Probably for the best, because she saw Matchstick's head lift slightly, followed by the faint glint of watery orange eyes peek at her from just above his knees.

"Yea…" Came a weak response. He'd been crying, though she feigned surprise as best she could, despite having observed his tantrum from the safety of the other room, waiting patiently until he quite literally burned himself out to come in.

"Oh… Why is that, are you alright?"

He just sniffled and shook his head 'no'.

"Do you have any wounds? Any cuts, scrapes, or bruises?"

He shook his head again, even though she could see he did have a few- some older ones that were almost healed up, and a newer bruise on his knee- or was that a skin change? Hm, she'd have to keep an eye on that. He'd been gaining more dark splotches on his skin since treatments had begun.

"I see… I only ask because I know it can be a little rough sometimes when we take you out to get some exercise," she said, brows furrowing a little.

'Exercise' was their code word for the pre-training phase of this project… The original plan was to start him on combat training early, but he didn't seem quite ready for that yet… So after a bit of back and forth with the project's lead scientist, she had managed to negotiate a start with more general fitness instead. It was still a tough regimen for a child to keep up with, but… Better than starting him off with training that was all but guaranteed to injure him.

He still thought he was in a hospital, after all.

"Okay," Dr. Soala broke the silence once more, "so if it wasn't exercise… Was it during your check-up?"

Another sniffle, and a nod. Ah, now they were getting somewhere. She sighed.

"Of course…" Dr. Windsor's bedside manner wasn't nearly as… practiced, as hers. He had little patience for children. At least it wasn't the lead scientist, Dr. Rainer was even worse. It was bad enough with him overseeing everything, his gaze was cold enough to even be felt through cameras…

"What did he do? I know the needles sting, but we have to give you treatment for your illness…"

"I know… But- but that wasn't…"

"…Was he being mean?"

"…"

"Hey, look at me… It's okay to tell me if he was being mean, it won't get you in trouble. That said, you still shouldn't bite him, his job is to look after you too."

At the mention of biting, Matchstick frowned.

"He deserved it…" He muttered into his knees.

"How? He was just performing a routine check-up, I do the same with you too."

"He said…" Matchstick's voice choked up a little and he gritted his teeth. "He said mom n' dad aren't coming back!"

"What?" Shit, he wasn't supposed to know that yet!

"He said 'no wonder they gave you up, you won't behave!'"

"Well that's not true. He must have been in a nasty mood, I will be sure to talk to him and make sure he doesn't say such mean things…"

"They… they didn't leave me here because they didn't want me anymore…? Cuz I burned down the house…"

"Oh no, absolutely not. I told you before, you're here because you're still recovering. And your parents are recovering too, that's why they can't take care of you right now. A house is just a house… They still love you, I'm certain of it."

She felt a tinge of… Something, as the soothing lies left her mouth. Guilt, perhaps… But it seemed to do the trick. He was tearing up all over again, but the tension held in his body had left, and she felt relieved as well- Matchstick could be unpredictable when upset.

She offered her hand.

"Now, let's get you into a new room while we clean this one up… Alright?"

She still felt guilty as she led him out into the hallway, knowing he was in for a rough future, but… Perhaps it could be assuaged a little by getting him something out of the snack machine along the way.

[thewaxingcrescentsjournal]

*He faints almost falls to the floor*

&"AH, SYCHAR!"&

(I'mma go to bed soon, say something crazy in the replies)

[have you found anything yet?]

[plumberpower]

...How long as Kirby been following you, Mario. Not that you'd know, at first-- Every time the plumber tries to get a little glance at him, he's suddenly gone into a nearby bush or standing behind a pole that miraculously completely obscures him. But the faint sound of his small footsteps would eventually be completely recognizable as nobody else but Kirby. What does the beast want from you...

It's definitely just a box... || Unprompted

     Perception was rarely a skill that failed the plumber in his times of need. Those eyes of his could be quite sharp when they needed to be! They ought to be when it was hand-eye coordination making the call on when to leap into the air and stop an incoming Koopa shell or what have you. Only... this was no such situation. He was just doing his daily rounds around Toad Town!

     Ah, yes. The residential hero of the Mushroom Kingdom must've looked like quite the comic when it was him and him alone that missed the peculiar pink orb trailing him on every turn. During it all, a Toad had a Super Mushroom to give to their hero for his help with running some persnickity Piranha Plants sprouting up all over the place last week...

     And, oh, how sweet! A family of four had made him a set of matching badges for him and his brother! The iconic duo were paramount in the waylaying of a band of no-good Monty Moles looking to make a mess of local farmland. He had to show his Bro when he headed back home!

     Though, all throughout the trek, everyone's eyes seemed to always lag behind the plumber by a beat or two. At first, it was a curious glance over the shoulder at nothing but the whispers of what had so swiftly made itself scarce. He'd shrug, for it was probably nothing. Toad Town was a busy locale; they were probably just looking at one of the other one hundred things there was to see.

     But then... it kept happening? Hesitant stares, confused glances seemingly shared with the Italian's shadow! What in the world...? Now... now hold on just a sec... Ears adjust themselves to the hustle and bustle around him. This was his home, he knew it quite well. So if there were a sound that rang otherwise foreign in the familiar cacophony, it would be particularly prevalent to the plumber's fine-tuned—

     —Oh. Cheeks, plump and round as they are, would raise in a knowing smile. With footsteps so distinct, two and two could be put together perfectly well once the superstar gained a foothold on the circumstances. Don't worry, Mario knew just what to do in situations like these.

     His path would take a rather abrupt left turn, heading down the street and toward a humble sandwich vendor. And all Mario had to do was lean an elbow on the shop's ledge, pop his cap's brim up with a flick of his thumb, hand over some gold coins, and speak. "'Da works, a-my good man!" would he grin, 'Comin' right up!' being answered in kind nary a beat later. Not long after, an utter gift of a submarine sandwich would its new owner behold.

     And now? All he had to do was settle on his stage and begin.

     "Oooh~, mama-mia! What is a-Mario to'a do?! I'mma got 'dis double-wide Italian hoagie just'a chock-full'a ingredients! Meats and cheeses aplenty, oil and'a vinegar 'dat's generous enough to add to 'de flavor profile without drenchin' 'ya hands in'a grease, and 'da bread roll is'a toasted to'a perfection! Oough, just'a listen to'a 'dat crust~! And I'mma pretty hungry, but 'deres no way I could'a finish it all'a by myself! If a-only I had somebody to a-share it with!"

     A long, dramatic sigh as body slumps low. Hand to the chest, wrist laden with grief during its long press to the forehead! Oh, woe is he! ...Surely this would be enough to lure his little buddy out, right?

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Okay, y'all, I've been in a really weird place where I've been avoiding...pretty much a lot of stuff. Dunno if I have to talk to my doctor about upping my meds or what, but this is why I actually went on them--my depression manifests not in laziness, but avoiding things I need to do and things I actually WANT to do. Then I don't do them and it all starts building up. And then the to do pile feels insurmountable, like I'll never get to finish all these wonderful things. So I just...freeze up and roll over. Like a fainting goat. You'd think I'd be like "yay! lookit all the things to look forward to! I have years ahead of me full of things I really want to do! I should never be bored again!" But no. Can't do them Right Now? Fainting goat. It's weirdo. We've all got our weirdo and this is mine.

I only mention it here because I do State of the WIP Address to be accountable. Now, the weird thing is, I don't actually expect anyone to read these posts--they're boring and personal and totally for my own motivation. I just know myself and know if I put something out there, I'll feel bad if I don't do it and that should motivate me to actually do it.

But here's the thing....it doesn't work anymore. I'm no longer fulling for my own snake oil. The placebo has run out. If I know it's inconsequential, then my brain tricks me into thinking that I'm accountable to no one. And, in reality, it's true that I'm actually accountable to no one so the trick doesn't work.

Anyway. Welcome to Adira's brain where she finds her own thought patterns a fascinating psychological study and the lab results are inconclusive.

So I'mma try to twist the experiment a bit. Rather than list the things I know I can't get to right this second and feel bad about it, we're gonna let promises go and do it this way. It's not interesting to anyone but me and anyone who nerds out on process. But rather than listing the things I'm not working on, I'll talk about the ones I am, how it's going, what's in my craw about it, and maybe in my ramblings I'll clear the gears to start rolling again.

This isn't interesting to anyone but me unless you really wanna see how seriously I take my fic writing. Cringe if you want. I'm just being honest with myself. My fic isn't high art, but as with anything I create, I can't half-ass it either. It's "be satisfied with it on my terms" or bust.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I'm actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it's at: I'm writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure's on. But at the same time, it's not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn't have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven't actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it's the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won't say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I'm currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It's something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn't considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they'll appreciate. So while it's for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it's also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What's stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it's at: This one got a little sloppy and I'm working on it. I've been following @max--phillips' entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I'm just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it's helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It's also giving me a little trouble in that it's not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What's stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it's at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It's going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I'll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it's going, I'm excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What's stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That's all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it's at: I'm about 1/2 done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it's going though and reader and Javi's history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I'm just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I'm trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What's stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one's on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it's at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What's stopping me: Here's the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I'd be pounding on this series, because it's my most popular one. But... really, I'm just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don't love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don't like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don't want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don't feel like I'm letting anyone down if I don't hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I'm not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We're all so busy now that it's tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That's okay. It's planned out, it'll get done, I just have to do it when I'm feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it's at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What's stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go--soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that--other than backstories--there hasn't been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that's where the story wants to go, so I'm going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that's when I do my best. It doesn't mean there won't still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

[junespriince]

Hello hello hello, sluggy here with an event that was supposed to be a year long headcanon thing but that's next year I need to write them all down to save myself the heartache, headache, and confusion. However I want to complete a nuzlocke, and nebs keep forgetting about our Soullink soooo,,,, I'm going to do it. This whole year and however else long it takes to do it but ofc it will be birdflash themed so and to prepare for the new game soon,,,

Sluggy's Legends of Arceus nuzlocke!... Again but I'm keeping with it this time!

How this will go, you vote for just about everything I do in the game. From what character I choose though the names you'll pick is either Richard or Wally because I'm predictable, my starter, what Pokemon I catch, what name we use for the Pokemon, if the Pokemon has a split evol you can choose whatever we use (like eevee for example), vote who stays and who goes onto the team, even how the character looks like hair and eyewise and even the hat!

The rules?

Easy, normal basic nuzlocke rules, I use what Pokemon I catch that won the vote since wild grass is gone and no dupes, I have to nickname them, if fainted that Pokemon is dead and goes to the graveyard paster, all out of Pokemon I lose.

The new rules are simple too

All nickname had to be a DC comic character, and no dupes as funny as it would be a Wally with a team of Kyle's, and it would have been hilarious but no we need variety but while voting for the Pokemon if you see someone already dropped Batman in the reblogs/comments you can add to the count and whatever Pokemon won the poll gets to be named Batman or whatever, but if you already know that Batman is taken by a previous Pokemon then that name can't be used so in short Wally can't have an army of Kyle's.

Reblogs are crucial for the polls to hit as many people, and too tell me what nickname you choose for them I want this to hit everyone so please reblog the polls please and thank you.

While I do have to catch a lot of Pokemon to rank up and shit those Pokemon won't count outside of how the game is, and beating the game until credits roll is where the nuzlocke end.

Lastly be kind and respectful down there, even if you might not like a character suggestion or what Pokemon won this is to have fun. And yes, if one is name Deathstroke or Slade I will add I can't sacrifice that Pokemon dispute my personal grudge on him just to make it harder, but if named Rudy?? Welp, at least Slade will be safe X3

Be sure to note I'll make a masterlist for this tag Bec whatever happens I'll send and I'll try to draw any new Pokemon we get and their headstones because why not, it starts in January prepare for jokes and art and hopefully me finishing a nuzlocke lol, plus this year is the year, I'mma be so busy so this is simple enough for me.

I'll see you there!