#ill ponder. roll it around in my head a while

[starscelly]

hm… inch resting to a very niche audience

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 50. Friendly Advice

Summary: Dahlia offers Violet some advice when she runs into her at the burn pit before noticing a group of dragons flying in. Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist | Links |

I watch as Violet walks pass me, completely oblivious to me leaning against the wall where she’d just walked in on. That girl really needed to learn to check her surroundings. She was a walking target just due to her name. Gods, I’d even heard some of the first years saying she was a threat to the wing due to her smaller size. Which hadn’t been helped by Xaden’s display with her when her challenge target had suspiciously fallen too ill to participate. He’d disarmed her so easily, but given his talent on the mat, it had been expected. I know he’d done it to prove a point, but he had also shown everyone how easy of a target she was. Something I knew she didn’t need, even if we hadn’t been friends for years.

”I’m so sorry.” She whispers, barely audible above the wind.

I watch as she heaves the pack up and over the edge, the flames catching and burning the pack as it fuels the flames. Today had been the start of gauntlet training, and her squad was one of the first to run it. They’d also been the first to loose a squad member to it. I push off the wall, walking over to where she leans against the edge, both of us watching as three dragons approach from the west. Three dragons that look very familiar. But they’re too far away for me to be sure. But I do know Xaden, Garrick and Bodhi had all been gone for a while.

”You don’t need to be sorry.” I tell her, alerting her to my presence as she jumps back from the edge.

”Were you following me?” She snaps at me venomously. A tone I’d come all too familiar with when she talked to me now.

I scoff and shake my head as I fold my arms across my chest, leaning back against the corner pillar. “No, you just didn’t see me next to the door when you came in. I have better things to do than follow you around.”

”But you’re friends with them. With him.” She tells me, clearly reciting information she’s gathered herself and from Dain since she’d been here.

I roll my eyes. “Surprisingly there are people who are able to look past the bullshit they’ve been told and can be friends with me Sorrengail. Maybe something you could do if you didn’t take everything at face value. And maybe you would see, they aren’t that bad.”

She turns her head, huffing in annoyance at my words. I knew she wouldn’t like me pointing it out, but it was true. She took everything she was told and believed it. Just like a scribe. Just like she was taught. And her being better friends with Dain than me when it all happened, meaned she happily took his side.

”Have some advice Sorrengail. You are number one here. You need to look after yourself. You are you’re number one priority. Your life is your number one priotity. Dain can’t always be there to protect you.” I tell her before turning and walking back towards the door.

”Is that a threat?” She asks, her voice shaking slightly. I made her nervous. Or at least made her question something enough to make her nervous.

I stop and look over my shoulder at her, noting the glare she tries to give me. I scoff and shake my head. “No. Just some advice no one else here will tell you because they either want to kill you, see you fail or get you out of here to safety. So do something they don’t expect and prove them wrong.”

I walk out of the tower before she can reply, leaving her to ponder my words. I didn’t want her to die despite our fractured friendship. But I wasn’t going to outright help her. This place was a mental game. You could be as strong or as weak as you were in here, but ultimately those with mental strength faired the best. Something I knew she could do. And I hoped she realised that soon. She just had to find a way.

I make it to the Rotunda before I feel a shift in the courtyard, turning to see the door to the flight field open. Even before they walk under the mage light I know who it is. Watching as Bodhi, Xaden and Garrick let the door close behind them as they enter the courtyard. I quickly hide behind the door, propping it open with my foot. Was it wrong to hide and spy on my best friend and boyfriend? Probably. But I couldn’t deny I was suspicious as to where they’d been. Seeing as they’d all disappeared without a word. And it wasn’t the first time I’d noted it. Here and there over the last few weeks I’d noted Bodhi and Garrick, even Imogen sometimes being gone here and there.

“Do you know where they were?” I ask Proth, hoping he might know something from their dragons.

”They’re your friend and mate, why don’t you ask them yourself.” He drawls, sounding almost bored.

”You’re no help.” I snap back as he chuckles down the bond at me.

”There has to be something more we can do.” Bodhi says to the two of them, clearly annoyed by something.

”We’re doing everything we can.” Garrick bites back.

Something was clearly on all their minds. Had them on edge. Xaden stops mid step, his shoulders going rigid. Shit, did he know I was here?

”What’s wrong?” Garrick asks, looking over at the only other people in the courtyard, a couple who had decided to use the courtyard as a make out spot. Lovely.

”Go on. I’ll meet you inside.” Xaden tells them.

Bodhi’s brow furrows, clearly not sure at Xaden’s sudden change in behaviour as he also scans the courtyard. Luckily neither him or Garrick see me peeking around the door. But I can’t guarantee that Xaden doesn’t with his shadow ability.

”You sure?” Bodhi asks as he turns his attention back to Xaden.

”Go.” Xaden orders them, nodding towards the dorms.

I gently close the door to the Rotunda, moving as quietly and quickly as I can to run into them “accidently” on their way to their rooms. I push into the stairwell, hearing their footsteps below me as they shuffle up the stairs. I wait a few more seconds, waiting till their footsteps are closer till I start moving. I pretend to be looking for something in my pack as I dawdle up the stairs.

”Dahlia?” Bodhi asks in surprise, stopping suddenly in the stairwell causing Garrick to run into his as his eyes raise to me. “What are you doing out?”

I look up at them, pretending to be shocked by their appearance. “I had patrol this evening at the burn pit remember?”

I note how both their eyes widen slightly in alarm. They both know that tower has the perfect view of anyone flying in and out of that flight field.

”You expect Bodhi to remember something like that?” Garrick teases as he shoves Bodhi aside, walking the last few steps to join me, taking my hand in his, my body instantly relaxing at his touch.

It was stupid how much he relaxed and calmed me, even when I was suspicious as to what they had been up to.

”I will let you know I have great memory.” Bodhi fires back, scowling at Garrick.

”Clearly not because I told you yesterday I was stationed there after classes today.” I say with a roll of my eyes as he glares at me. “Where are you two coming back from?”

”Xaden wanted to get out for a bit, went on a small flight.” Garrick says with a reassuring squeeze of my hand as he smiles down at me.

”Must have been you three I saw then. Saw some dragons fly in not long ago.” I say casually as I look between the two of them.

Garrick doesn’t even seem phased by my comment, but Bodhi looks nervous. His eyes darting between Garrick and I. Meaning this wasn’t just a casual flight. They were up to something they didn’t want me knowing about.

”More than likely. Don’t think I saw anyone else out tonight.” Garrick says with a shrug, before stiffling a yawn.

I look up at him, noting how tired he looks. Something that seems to be a common thing for him recently. Maybe that has something to do with the late night flight?

”Lets get you to bed.” I tell him, turning and pulling him towards the archway that will take us to the second year floor.

Bodhi groans behind us. “Can you please put up a sound ward if you want to partake in any extra curricular activities? Some of us actually want to sleep.”

”Maybe someone should learn to put their own up.” Garrick teases as we round the corner.

”They don’t teach second years!”

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family dinner (sweetheart!george x reader fluff)

part of promptober75 2024!! a cute little fic set just after you and george have reunited, with cameos from everyone's favourite flatmates. enjoy <3

“more wine?”

“please,” you smile at your friend - as politely as you can through a mouthful of bread, that is - as she tops up your glass. “this chicken is really nice, by the way. the whole evening is, actually - thanks for letting me intrude on it, guys.”

matty scoffs. “you're not intruding, mate. we missed you! why wouldn't we wanna spend time with you? right, darlin?”

he nudges his girlfriend, who nods enthusiastically. “of course. i’m so glad you agreed to eat with us tonight,” she nudges matty in return, grinning, and you watch, also grinning, as he kisses her nose. “i've missed flatmate friday dinners. they're so special to me.”

“i did quite like when it was just the two of us, though,” matty caresses her face; a beat later, he sits bolt upright and looks at you, panic-stricken, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the familiarity of the expression. “i didn't mean it like that, by the way, i just meant that-”

“you liked pretending that you were having date night before you were actually together?” you nod sympathetically as matty goes scarlet. “oh, you've not changed a bit, matty, you lovelorn little sap.”

he hides his face in his hands, voice muffled. “shut up.”

“no, keep going,” his girlfriend laughs, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his head. “i like hearing about how much you fancied me before you finally cracked and admitted it. after, y'know, seven fucking years, baby.”

“oh, babe, it was serious,” you dramatically take a sip of your wine, gazing off into the distance as you recount one of your many memories of matty being hopelessly in love with her, while the boy in question groans. “the time he broke into george's at half six in the morning and quite literally wriggled between us in bed so he could analyse the ten-minute phone call you'd had the night before is a personal favourite of mine.”

your friend throws her head back, cackling, while matty sits up just to scowl at you. “i didn't break in - i used the spare key.”

his girlfriend snorts. “but you did wriggle between them? in bed?”

“well, yeah.”

“cockblocked us and all,” you pipe up.

“you were literally fully clothed and dead asleep. both of you.”

“george was fully clothed?” your friend's brow furrows. “was he ill?”

“dunno. i didn't talk to him, really, in that instance,” matty nods at you. “she was the only one who knew everything about how i felt. even when she moved away.”

“really?”

you nod. “really. so, y'know, getting to see the two of you together like this… it's really special,” you take another drink of wine, sighing contentedly. “i love love.”

matty laughs, reaching across to squeeze your hand. “how's your love life going, by the way? any developments to share?”

you sigh, taking a long drink of wine as you ponder your response; you could be honest, and say really bloody good. george and i are back together. but no - better to discuss that with him first. “it's… promising, i think. that guy i've been seeing, well, he and i are exclusive, now.”

“oh, amazing!” your friend claps excitedly. “i want to meet him. oh!” her face lights up, and it becomes glaringly obvious both why matty fell in love with her and just how much you missed her when you were away. “he should come to friday dinner next week. or the week after. just so he can meet us properly, you know?”

matty laughs. “alright, emily gilmore.”

“fuck off, matthew,” she rolls her eyes while you and matty giggle, smiling at you once the glee subsides. “seriously, though, you should bring him. we don't bite.”

her boyfriend raises a brow. “the marks on my collarbone would like a word.”

“matthew, for fuck's sake,” she shakes her head, as you do your best not to spit out your wine laughing. “sorry, babe. promise i'll have him housebroken soon, and you can invite your man over.”

“oh, he won't mind,” because he's known matty longer than either of us have. “i'll text him now and ask, yeah?”

“please do.”

you nod, sliding your phone out of your pocket and tapping onto your text thread with george. you've been formally invited for dinner at the flat next friday btw. well, the mysterious person i've just gone exclusive with has lol

he replies almost instantly, cry-laughing emojis preceding have i to dress up?

you: suit. tie is optional xxx

george: oh you'd love that wouldn't you, i remember you after prom 😈

fr tho have i to dress up

you: nah

you DO have to be on time tho. 6pm on the dot

george: sweet

can i stay over lol

you: if you're good x

george: what you talking about i'm always good for you

but yeah i'll be there

phone me later?

you: defo. ly <3

george: ly2 <3

you giggle as you lay your phone down; matty notices, and smirks. “good news?”

“he'll be here at 6 next week,” you can't help smiling when they cheer, but you shush them so you can keep talking. “and you both better be nice to him. like, normal-nice.”

your friend nods. “of course.”

“s'not you i'm worried about, babe,” you turn to her boyfriend, looking him dead in the eye. “please, matty, don't be fucking weird next week. i don't wanna fuck this up,” you catch yourself before again slips out. “i really like this one.”

“all the more reason to ask him what his intentions are with you, then,” matty shrugs - his face softens when he sees your fraught expression, and he reaches across to hold your hand again. “i am joking, by the way, darling. i'll be nice. you know i just want you to be happy, yeah? we both do.”

“yeah, i know,” you squeeze his hand. “i hope next week goes well.”

“it will. here, let me get you more wine.”

the rest of the meal passes without further mention of next week, save your friend asking what sort of food your new partner likes. given that she and matty are too busy gazing lovingly at each other to think logically, neither of them seem to realise you're rhyming off george's favourites and least favourites in your reply, which is common knowledge to everyone who's ever spent five minutes trying to decide on a takeaway to order from with him; in fact, you think you've managed to completely dispel any connections between the upcoming dinner and george at all, until you're settled in your room an hour and a half later and your tv watching is interrupted by a knock at the door.

at your word, your friend inches round the doorframe, ring binder in hand. “hey. d'you have a minute?”

“course,” you mute the tv, pulling yourself out of your blanket tangle. “what's up?”

she sighs, waving the folder. “work stuff. how good's your latin?”

“shite. you used to help me, remember?”

“fuck, you're right,” she laughs, dragging her free hand down her face. “work's melting my head, honestly.”

you pat the space on the bed beside you. “can take your mind off of it by watching this with me, if you like.”

she steps further into the room, brow furrowing. “what even are you… oh my god,” the folder thwacks against the mattress, forgotten as she clambers onto the bed beside you and sighs at the screen; the déja vu of the moment is so strong you have to blink a few times to remember what year you're actually in. “i haven't watched the o.c. in so long.”

“really? you were obsessed.”

“shut up, you were worse than i was,” she lightly smacks you on the shoulder, then rests her head on it. you don't have to look at her to know that she's smiling when she next speaks. “reckon we used to drive the boys mental with this, you know.”

“we did. george actually banned me from saying the words ‘seth cohen’ at one point.”

“fuck off,” she giggles, the sound fading into a hum. “i think matty preferred him in gilmore girls, to be honest.”

you roll your eyes. “of course he fucking did. being in a band and making a girlfriend out of a friend because of it? that was, like, his biggest dream,” your voice softens, and you nudge her. “he's loved you a really fucking long time, you know.”

“yeah. me too, you know, with him.”

the confirmation makes your heart glow - still, you can't resist poking fun. “and yet you told me fuck all.”

“i was worried you'd tell george! and he'd tell matty! and… well, we might've ended up like this a lot sooner, actually,” she huffs out a laugh, while you giggle at the way her defensiveness faded to acceptance in the span of about a second. suddenly, though, she turns to look at you properly, face serious. “speaking of him, by the way - does he actually know you're seeing someone?”

you chew the inside of your cheek as you deliberate on the best answer, teeth finding the scar tissue left over from the wire of the braces you had at thirteen as they've always done since then; the irony of returning to an imprint from your teenage years in this moment isn't lost on you. with as casual a shrug as you can muster, you reply. “i've brought it up to him.”

“how'd he take it?”

this one is easier to answer. “well, you know george, he keeps things close to his chest. but,” you shuffle position slightly, a means of distracting your friend from the grin you know you're doing a dreadful job of biting back. “he seemed happy. for me, you know,” you tag that on as an afterthought. and, because you can't resist - “he told me he's seeing someone, too, actually. early days, i think.”

“oh,” she's taken aback, it’s clear, but she recovers quickly and gives you a small smile. “well, that's good.”

you raise a brow. you know her better than this. “but…”

she sighs. “but… alright, just hear me out, yeah? promise?”

“promise.”

“good,” she exhales, playing with her necklace the way she's always done when she's nervous. “you know i love you, and i am so glad you're back - we all are, we missed you so much - and i'm also really glad you're happy, and that you're seeing someone. it's just that, well,” she grimaces. “i'm worried about george.”

oh, bless her. “you are?”

“yeah. just, y'know, what with you back and dating and,” she cuts herself off, shaking her head. “you weren't the only friend i lost after you moved away, babe. not being with you… it fucked george up, really fucked him up. and of course i know it must've done the same to you, but…” she smiles sadly. “i didn't have to see that with you, but i did with him, and i truly, truly can't go through it again. basically,” she takes your hands in hers. “i want you to see this guy, and have fun, but to keep george in mind, yeah?”

a genuine smile finds its way onto your face. “i will, babe.”

“good. thank you,” her relief is palpable, even stronger in the way she squeezes your hand. “and i really am excited for next week, you know, dinner.”

“yeah, it'll be good.”

you're mentally repeating that to yourself with somewhat less optimism when friday night actually rolls around, though. matty's been on a mission to take the piss out of you the whole day, accompanying his frequent mentions of the dinner with a shit-eating grin and bursting into dramatic renditions of love is in the air at regular intervals, despite both you and his girlfriend yelling at him to “shut the fuck up, matthew”, and you're forced to retreat into your room just to escape him. of course, that means you're extra pernickety about your hair and outfit and makeup to the point of overdoing it, and it gets to a point where you have to sit on your hands until they go numb to stop yourself applying any more mascara.

at quarter to six, and after several texts from george telling you he's on his way and responding to your selfies with “beautiful”, you take a deep breath and shuffle out of your room towards the kitchen and your friends. matty smiles at you as you enter, which elicits a suspicious glare from you and a laugh from your friend. “relax, he's done taking the piss out of you,” she slides a glass of wine to you; you take a long, eager drink. “or at least he is if he actually wants to have sex any time in the next three weeks.”

matty rolls his eyes. “still think you're bluffing, baby, there's no way you can go without me that long.”

you grimace, and she smiles coolly at her boyfriend. “wanna risk it and find out?”

his cheeks go scarlet, voice going small. “no.”

“s'what i thought,” she ruffles his hair, turning to you and beaming. “you look hot, babe. really hot.”

“oh, thanks,” you tug awkwardly at the hem of your dress. “i hope he likes it.”

matty smiles, genuinely. “he will, darling.”

you smile, just as your phone buzzes - looking down, you see it's george, with an i'm outside. and really fucking nervous lol. buzz me up pls. “well, we're about to find out.”

“he's here?” matty bolts out of the room without waiting for a reply, and you hear the quick ring of the external door and the click-buzz of him responding. his girlfriend sighs, holding her arm out to you; wordlessly, you loop yours through it, and the two of you follow matty to the front door, a strange cocktail of excitement and apprehension mixing itself in the pit of your stomach.

and then the door goes. and then matty opens it. and then you see george, standing as bashfully as his height allows, and all the fear in your body dissipates completely.

you stay silent, biting back a grin. your friend sucks in an almost-inaudible shocked gasp, arm tensing in your own. matty's the one to greet his best friend, bewilderment tinting his otherwise cheerful voice. “oh, hi g. what are you doing here? just round to hang out?”

george grins. “sort of. i got a text last week inviting me over,” he nods at you. “it was 6 you said to be here for, yeah, angel?”

“on the dot. perfect timing, babe,” you wander down the hall towards him, tugging your seemingly-frozen-in-shock friend past her equally-shocked boyfriend, leaning up to kiss your own boyfriend's cheek. “bit disappointed you didn't wear a suit like i suggested, though. but you still look fit.”

“and you look beautiful,” he kisses your head, before turning to your friends with a smirk. “you guys look a bit weird, though. you alright?”

the two of them stare blankly at your smirking faces, matty's jaw dropping more and more as realisation presumably sinks in; it's his other half who speaks first, though, dropping your arm so she can slowly point between you and george. “this… is this… real?”

“you mean is george the person you're meeting as my date tonight? the person i just went exclusive with?” you smile so widely your cheeks ache, snuggling into him and practically fizzing with glee when his arm wraps around your waist. “who the fuck else would it be, really?”

a beat passes, then all hell breaks loose - matty actually bursts into tears, and his girlfriend slaps you on the arm. “you! you dickhead!”

“ow!” you rub your stinging arm. “what the fuck was that for?”

“for not fucking telling me!” she hits you again, softer this time, before tugging you and george into a hug, soundtracked by matty sniffling in the corner. “you fucking idiots. i love you,” she releases you both, tears filling her own eyes, and then pulls you into another hug, just the two of you. “m'sorry for hitting you, babe.”

“and for being a hypocrite?”

she laughs, watery. “that too,” keeping an arm around you, she wraps the other around her boyfriend. “why the tears, my darling?”

he sniffles, wiping his tears and looking between you and george; a weak gesture follows, as if emotion has completely overwhelmed him. “just… they're back.”

“and so are your nightmares?” george quips, resting his head atop yours.

matty shakes his head frantically, tears threatening to flood over his lashes again. “no, george, of course not. s'just,” he sniffles again, reaching for george's shoulder so the four of you are in a strange sort-of huddle. it's not unpleasant, though, far from it. “we all wanted this for ages, you know? the two of us together, the two of you together… and now it's real. and i'm just so happy.”

he collapses into sobs again, falling forward dramatically; given the geography of the huddle, it's up to you to catch him, so you hug him gently and pat him on the back. “you really are a sap, matty,” you huff out a laugh, half-formed because of the lump in your throat. “but we love you for it. and you're right, y'know - we really have all wanted this for a while,” you let go of your friend, steadying him before turning and wrapping your arms around george. “i love you. i'm so glad you agreed to come over.”

“you know i'd do anything for you,” he presses his lips to yours, and you melt; you're vaguely aware of your friends cheering in the background, but aside from that everything is just george, george, george. “i love you,” he pulls back. “and i love you two as well. slightly less than i do her, but…”

matty scoffs. “traitor. but whatever,” he sighs, face lifting into a smile as he turns towards the kitchen. “follow me, lovebirds. we've got some catching up to do.”

you wince. “please don't call it that.”

“what? why?”

“because that's what george and i have been calling our hookup sessions since i got back, that's why.”

your boyfriend and friend both giggle, while matty turns to look at you in affront. “wait a fucking minute. every time you went out and said you were catching up with people, you were just going to shag him?”

george smirks. “too fucking right she was.”

“christ alive,” matty shakes his head. “there had better be none of that tonight, you hear me? i'm not wearing earplugs to bed just to avoid listening to you guys fuck. heard enough of that in my life, thanks,” he reaches into the fridge for the champagne you stashed there earlier; when he returns, his face is bright in the way you've come to recognise as his i've got an idea that i think is great but is actually fucking awful mode. “actually…”

his girlfriend groans, the expression on her other half's face familiar to her too. “don't, matty.”

“no, let him talk,” george is perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, his best friend's face not a deterrent for him. the fucking pair of them, honestly. “tell us, mate.”

“well, how about a bet?” matty's eyes are locked onto george's; dread begins to build in your stomach out of sheer habit. “person who gets their girl off most times tonight gets free weed from the other. for a month.”

it's not the worst idea he's had, by any means - honestly, you'll take as many orgasms from george as you can get - but it still warrants a facepalm from both you and your friend. you sigh. “i don't think…”

“and how would we know the other isn't lying about the number?” george is incredibly still, hyper-focused; quite sexy, if you're being honest. “you thought about that?”

matty nods. “the girls write it on a bit of paper each and sign it, without conferring, and then we swap them and reveal.”

“for fuck's sake,” his girlfriend nudges him. “matty, don't be fucking stupid, there's no way…”

george just smirks, cutting her off. “alright, then. game on.”

[kwaanie]

"the taste of a kiss"

bff!yang jungwon x fem!bff!reader

wc: 900, fluff & tiny tiny angst, just idiots inlove but theyre too much of an idiot to realize, not proofread

your friendship with jungwon has crossed several lines over the years. i mean youve been friends since you both were in diapers — it was bound to happen, right?

many people have told you before that this wasnt normal ; friends dont pay so much attention to the other ones laugh, friends dont ditch their dates in favor of hanging out with one another, friends dont get jealous of the other hanging out with someone else

and friends especially dont ask to kiss their friends on the lips

"im sorry, what?"

the stunned face jungwon wore brought heat to your cheeks, making you not want to repeat the words youve suddenly uttered. ".. can you kiss me?"

you didnt think it was an unusual request! — after all you had a totally valid reason

"its just so i dont embarrass myself with my future significant other, thats all!" right, totally a valid and very true reason

it isnt like youre trying to find an excuse to kiss your best friend.. totally not

"mhm, yeah no." he concluded, going back to phone while successfully hiding the way his cheeks were turning cherry red

with a small huff, you sat by his side at the couch — practically melting into his side as you clung to his arm like a koala. "wonnie-ah, please? with a cherry on top?"

"you dont need to know how to kiss because you wont be with anyone anytime soon" he replied half-heartedly, trying to cover up the shakiness of his voice

jungwon has practiced the art of deceiving with how its become second nature for him to lie over his true intentions ; like he doesnt want to kiss you, be with you

"okay, rude! didnt need to call me out like that" the banter brought a small chuckle from jungwons lips — slightly easing the tension that has built since the beginning of this conversation

"just indulge me for today, will you? pretty please?" you gave your best puppy eyes. jungwon scoffed as he shook his head lightheartedly, "when have i never indulged you?"

you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "alright you got me! whats adding another favor to the list"

the room went quiet as you watched jungwon ponder over your request — youve never seen him this serious before. sweat was slowly building up at your nape, the hands clutching the sleeves of his sweatshirt suddenly becoming too clammy for your liking.

"i-if you really dont wa-"

"fine, ill do it."

honestly, you really werent expecting him to agree to this at all. "uhh- are you sure? won-ah i was just joking around! .. kind of! you dont have to-"

"but i want to" he replied without a thought. jungwon seemed to realize how eager he mustve sounded and his confidence disappeared in a snap — immediately reverting back to his previous nervous demeanor

too busy keeping his composure, jungwon failed to notice the way the four simple words affected you — your lips have parted from surprise and your heart suddenly skipped a beat

you were brought out of your daze when jungwon held his finger in front of you. "you owe me for this, by the way" the furrow of his brow pulled a small laugh from you as you nodded your head. he seemed satisfied with your response

"so how do we go about thi- oh!" jungwons hands found purchase around your waist as he pulled you even closer to him than before, your hands landing on his shoulders — seeking for something to hold onto

from this view — you could see every little imperfections of his that you adored ; the subtle glow of his skin, and the tinted lips of his youve always daydreamed about — whether or not it was as plump and soft as it looked

today — youll finally find out

jungwon caught your wandering gaze unbeknownst to you. feeling encouraged, one of his hands cupped your cheek as he brought you impossibly closer — tilting your head up to meet his eyes

suddenly, everything felt like it was on slow notion. jungwons hand slowly slid to the back of you head as he leaned further into your space. you can feel his breath lightly grazing your skin — your noses barely an inch away

jungwons hooded eyes were drawn to the plush of your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. the simple act was all it took for you to move first to connect yourself together

the feeling of his lips on your own felt surreal. it felt like two puzzle pieces finally becoming one. it was slow, soft, and utterly perfect. like your lips were moulded for one another

it felt like hours before you pulled away. a giggle erupted from you when jungwon followed, already missing your touch — like a moth drawn to a flame. both of you were cherry red after the realization actually hit

youve just kissed your best friend. on the lips. for real

uncertainty filled the room at the question of what now? how will this affect your friendship?

you cleared your throat and uttered the words that broke jungwons heart. he thought maybe he had a chance now — you seemed to have both liked the kiss so maybe- just maybe he ...

"this is just practice? right won-ah? it wont change anything between us"

maybe he didnt have a chance afterall

© kwaanie — reposting/editing/copying is strictly prohibited !

[brrrkdslek]

UM O E O

𖡎 youtube clips of ateez member, m/n that has atinys barking and rolling on the floor.

𖡎 ateez x 9th member! male! reader

𖡎 fluff, angst, idk slay???

𖡎 bullying, harassment, blood n gore(oop)

𖡎 2.8k

clip 1 — m/n standing up for ateez on variety show

ateez along with the mcs laughed at the jokes as they continued, "if i were a member of ateez, what position would suit me best?" the members looked around and whispered amongst each other before hongjoong spoke up, "i don't know, but i think you'd do great..."

everyone laughs at the captain's statement as he shrinks in embarrassment. the mc puffs out his chest, "i think i'd be able to handle m/n's position." jongho blinks in surprise, "you can handle being main vocalist and main dancer...?" the other mc retaliated, "yeah, he thinks he can! what about it!?"

you only smile, knowing how much these people underestimate your hardwork. wooyoung speaks, "but his position is very hard, m/n actually plays a huge part in our choreography too!" wooyoung nudges you, "tell them!" you giggle at wooyoung's excitement.

"okay. so, when our tracks release, let's say for our comeback song, bouncy. i would improv it once and record it, then i would mark down some move which i think would collaborate well with the song, and then i'd work out the full choreo with the choreographer-"

the mc cut you off, "i still think i'd be able to do it though! maybe even better than you!" it came out in a joke tone but you could hear the underlying saltiness the man had with you, why's he so reluctant on bullying you???

you brush through your long hair before breaking the awkward silence, "well, who's position on the team do you agree with the least and why?" the mc perked up as he spoke loudly, "i think i would be the visual." mingi had to physically hold back a snort from beside you, "i honestly don't think seonghwa should be the visual at all."

wooyoung held back a gasp as san glared at the mc from afar. yunho turned to seonghwa and he only blinked in surprise, jongho gulped as he sees your vessel popping out in your neck, the tips of your ears turning slightly red.

"hm, i see. then who do you think would be best for visuals?" mingi placed his hand in your lap, comforting you quietly as you sighed. "i think, maybe me?" the mc does some weird 'sexy' pose and the other mc applauses him while your members keep quiet.

you let out a loud laugh for a second before covering your mouth with your hand, "ah, i'm sorry!" the mc's face was blank, "what, do you think i can't be the visual!?" you look the man up and down, "are you sure you'll even make it past the audition?" 'oo's' and laughs were exchanged between your members as you and the mc only stared.

clip 2 — m/n toktoq live: response to the show

you were eating peacefully in your hotel room with your live on and singing to the atinys every now and then. "m/n, did you say that to the mc because you were mad?" you read out a question. pondering for a few seconds, you decide to answer honestly.

"yes, i was super mad, more that he insulted my members." you slurped the noodled as you spoke again, "listen, i don't mind if people insult or make fun of me. but i won't accept if anyone speaks ill of my members." you untie your bun, which had been messed up from how much you'd been moving around.

biting the hairtie between your teeth, you used your hands to fix a ponytail and spoke, "i can take any insults if it is directed to me," picking up the hairtie, you tie your hair into a bun and fixed your bangs, "but please, leave my members alone."

clip 3 — m/n going off at a saseang in the airport

you had your hood and mask on as you followed along your members in the airport. you always hated the airport since the amount of people surrounding you made you feel incredibly claustrophobic and annoyed.

you had just came back to korea from your long concert and is headed back to the company. during the trip, you felt someone poke you and turned around, "hyung..." jongho's face looks slightly paler, "are you alright, jjong?" you held onto his hand as he leaned onto your strong arm, "just a bit tired..."

you ruffled his hair, "let's get outta here as soon as possible, m'kay?" jongho nods as you kiss his head, following your other members.

as you neared the exits, the group began slowing down as more people surrounded ateez and pushed the mangers and even the members from time to time. you tsked and checked on jongho every few seconds to make sure he is still there.

you noticed a woman pulling on the hems of jongho's hoodie as you swatted her away, pulling his closer to you as you squeezed between the members. however, she came back and kept on trying to get his attention, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

you could feel jongho's hands tremble and twitch with every touch of the woman and you got increasingly angered. you even did as much as wrapping your entire arm around his waist and leaned your head on his shoulder, you know jongho likes when you do that, it made him feel relaxed and calm.

but of course the woman didn't fucking stop as san and mingi were trying their best to kindly push her off and not cause scene. you heard jongho continuously mumbled for her to get off but you weren't having any of it. you were on your last straw when she began pulling on his wrist, that's when you acted out.

you let go of jongho's hand quickly and went to the other side and shoved the woman, hard. she ended up tripping on her own feet and collapsing onto the ground. you could care less for the cameras that were capturing this moment, in fact, you wanted everyone to see.

"yah! what's wrong with you!?" the woman spoke as she fixed her hair and tried standing up, you used your feet to push her shoulder back down. "what's wrong with me? are you kidding me, lady? you had been touching jongho this entire time and you're asking me what's wrong with me?"

you let out a sarcastic laugh, "who do you think you are? did you think i wouldn't do anything cause there are cameras?" your members and managers made no move to stop you as they only watched, all silently agreeing that it is what she deserved.

you crouched down and leaned into her ear, "if there were no cameras, i would've beat your fucking face off. now get lost before i actually do that." the woman shifted away from you and scrambled to get up, running away in a hurry as she cried.

you got up and grabbed your bag before going back to jongho and holding his hand, "let's go?" he nodded as the managers lead you all to the van, the crowd becoming smaller after your sudden outburst.

as you got into the van, you never let go of jongho's hand as he leaned onto your shoulder, eyes getting heavier. "i'm sorry jjong. you must've been so scared..." he smiled, "but i wasn't." you blink in surprise, "really, why not?" he looks up at you and flashed that adorable gummy smile of his, "cause i knew you'd protect me."

clip 4 — angry m/n at kcon

you were performing as normal and was super excited for your upcoming high note part. you had a few lines before it and while you were singing, you found that your mic had disconnected or some shit, making you grumpy.

however, atinys thought you were doing a sexy concept and cheered excitedly watching you sing your part. the mic had become more and more annoying as you sang your part, proving to be useless.

during the few seconds of pause before your high note, your ripped the headset off and threw it onto the ground before hitting the high note perfectly, wowing the atinys at your impactful volume even without a mic.

clip 5 — m/n shoving paparazzis for getting too close

ateez was in america, dressed all nice for their interview with buzzfeed, and as they got off the van one by one, the members were bombarded with cameras flashing in their direction. it wouldn't have been a problem had they not been at hand's distance with the members faces.

you were the last to get off the van as one paparazzi had the audacity to shove his camera inside the van while you were getting off. so, being the good samaritan you are, you shoved the camera.

you shoved it forward so that it hit the paparazzi on his bald head, making the man scream curses at you as you walked into the building, smile never leaving your face.

clip 6 — yunho vs m/n

"yeah, and i got this last week-" "why does your hair look like that?" you turn to yunho looking pretty offended, "why does my hair look like... what?" yunho giggles, "like, like poo..." you deadpan to the camera before rolling your eyes, "why does my hair matter to you in the slightest bit?" he shrugs and bites into the dumpling.

"i dunno, i jus' think it looks better when it's down." you leaned down to slurp your noodles, "better than your crap coloured hair..." yunho's jaw drops as he tosses the wooden chopsticks on the table and stands up, "yah!"

you turn to him and look up, "why're you standing up??" he pouts, "my hair is NOT crap colour!" your forehead creases, "can you just sit down-" "at least i don't spend two hours every morning getting ready." you frown and stand up, growing more annoyed by the second.

"why're you picking a fight with me?" he rolls his eyes and cross his arms, mumbling something. "what'd you say?" looking down, yunho mumbles, "i'm not the one that throws headsets on stage..."

you had to blink a few times to process what he had said. "jeong yunho," the man stiffens and turns to you, "...what?" you stared at the man with the angry glare, making him shiver. "sit down right now and eat your food." as if on impulse, yunho's knees buckle and he plops back onto the armchair.

you side-eyed yunho for a few seconds before turning to the camera, with a large grin like you weren't just about to detached yunho's head from his body, "okay atinys, i think we have to cut the live short! have a good day!"

clip 7 — m/n noona revealed!

mingi bounced excitedly as he sat on the chair and waited for his questions, "has there been a time where your members has stood up for you?" mingi's eyes widen as he smiles, "yes!" he answers loudly.

"there was this time during a fansign when i was feeling really sick, m/n hyung noticed and tried to tell the staff but they wouldn't let me leave. i get it, cause they thought it would've been disrespectful and i told him that!

but he got so angry and only told me to take care of myself before he went back to the atinys. afterwards, he yelled and screamed at the managers!" mingi giggled, "it was really funny seeing them all just looking down like toddlers being scolded by their parents. i'm so grateful for m/n hyung!"

the other members including yourself smiles and giggled at the back as wooyoung spoke up, "you mean m/n noona?" you swatted the back of wooyoung's head as he only giggled, "that sounds so good!" mingi turned to look at wooyoung.

"right!?" "m/n noona!" jongho laughed, "m/n noona!" he leaned onto your shoulder as you only huffed, the rest of the members including hongjoong and seonghwa hyung also started calling you that.

clip 8 — fansign massacre!

it was a sunny day when ateez were in la, california for their fansign. hongjoong had asked the managers a few times for them not to do a fansign in such an area since america was a dangerous place as they could get stabbed and shot at any moment. however, the managers persisted.

the members were lined up in their seats in the order of their ages, with m/n squeezed between hongjoong and yunho. the venue was crowded with many atinys waving and screaming the member's names.

as the atinys sat in their designated seats, the fansign started. you were enthusiastic with a happy grin painting your face the entire time at all the pretty girls and boys that dressed up prettily to see you, it made your heart swell with pride.

suddenly, hongjoong leaned into your ear and whispered, "this one's sketchy, watch them closely." you blink in confusion before the next fan shifts in front of you.

you immediately get the memo as the person- you can't even tell the gender as their face was covered up with a mask and hoodie. you force a smile as you tried to bring up some conversation, "so, uh... how long have you been a fan?"

"i'm not," your eyes widen, "how long is each member?" you were shocked as it took you a second to respond, "f-five minutes." afterwards, you and the person only stared at each other before the time ran out.

you suddenly got a feeling in your gut something bad was about to happen. you were constantly turning to yunho who was on your left conversing with said person. why were they being so friendly with yunho only?

"are you alright?" the atiny asked as you brushed some sweat from your forehead and focused back on the fan, but making sure to keep an eye on yunho.

as the timer ran out, the atinys shifted seats again but the person never moved from in front of yunho. you felt your heart rate increased as the person stayed unmoving, the staff were already on high alert of this person after seonghwa's turn.

yunho's eyes widen in fear as the person abruptly pulled out a dagger and stood up, leaning forward to graze yunho. yunho leaned backwards, closing his eyes as yeosang reaching out to stop the person, everything was moving too quickly as m/n instinctively reached out.

yunho cracked his eyes open as he fell backwards onto his butt at the sight in front of him; you holding the dagger with your bare hand, gripping it so hard your veins were visible on your forearm. wooyoung almost threw up at the sight of your blood running down your arm.

everyone around you was panicked including the person as the crowd screamed and pushed around each other, but your face was stern. you stared straight into the person with half-lidded eyes, showing no sign of emotions even though your hand was burning from pain.

no one dared to move, not even the members or managers as you slowly spoke in english, "what," your eyebrows creased, "do you think you're doing?" your grip tightened as the person's grip on the handle loosened, stumbling backwards as he fell.

the staff immediately emerged from the shadows and pinned down the person, making sure to call the police. you violently threw the dagger onto the ground, making everyone jump as you wiped your bloody hand on your white tank top, eyes never leaving the attackers.

you squatted down and pulled their hoodie down, "if i see your face again," grabbing a fistful of their hair, you yanked the person so close your noses almost touched. they yelped in pain and gripped your wrist, "i'll kill you with this damn knife, got it?"

the person began to cry as you shoved their face away, grimacing as the staff dragged the person backstage. the manager came to you with first-aid and asked if you were okay. you brushed them off as you jogged to yunho, who was still sat on the ground.

you cup his cheeks in your hand as you turn his head left and right, "yun! are you okay? are you hurt?" yunho's eyes watered as his bottom lip quivered, "ah- i got blood on your cheek," you pulled your right hand away and wiped the blood with the back of your hand.

yunho stopped your movement and held onto your wrist, pulling his head into your chest as he silently sobbed, mumbling 'sorry's' and 'it's my fault's'. you kissed his head and patted his back, "no, i'm sorry i was a second too late."

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[blackdollette]

Thinking about....fuck idk, maybe Clive? Mike? Jack? No idea - Hanging out with his friends with his arm around you, bragging about how good he fucks you and how well he doms you while you just sit there and smirk, knowing that he's full of shit and that his contact name in your phone is fuckin "Barstool" for a reason.

-high anon

this request screams "mike" so loud.

"never bought into your bullshit." | mike

high by the beach. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @icarus-star @imoonkiss @lankysimp @xxbl00d-cl0txx @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @wild-rose-35

female!reader x mike

word count: 929

contents: cunnilingus, mike being subby, masturbation

mike’s hand went clammy as his arm tightened itself around your waist, palpable anxiety coursing through his veins. conversations with leff had always led to an argument and ended with mike crying to you, desperate for an ounce of support. this little chat had gone no different.

“it’s about time you started acting like a man, mike.” leff began, disapproval scribbled all over his face. “how the hell am i supposed to take you seriously when you can’t even keep that bitch of yours satisfied.”

your eyes widened and mike quickly shot back. “a-are you kidding? you can call me shitty at the business all you want but she’s said it herself. no one has treated her better than i have.” leff rolled his eyes. “i know a virgin when i see one, mike.”

mike sneered, hands trailing down to your hips. “you know i’m not a goddamn virgin.” he was getting riled up quickly. you could feel his body starting to tremble against yours. leff extended a hand and patted you on the shoulder. “take it from me, sweetheart. you’d better leave this pussy while you still can before he gets to attached.” he laughed in mike’s face and you felt a grin tugging at your lips.

mike rolled his eyes, gradually becoming more confident. “i fuck her better than anyone could and she knows it. you may view me as some pussy but at least i’ve got the balls to get a girl and keep her around.” he smirks a little. “i even got her crying on my dick. just last night.”

leff was right about one thing. mike had gotten attached to you. like a wounded puppy with a cowboy hat. mike continued to bicker with leff, defending his case about how well he treated you in the bedroom as images flickered into your mind. as mike insisted on wearing the pants in your relationship, you remembered him from just the night before, on his knees and begging you to let him eat you out…

“c’mon, baby… please. i-ill be so good for you, i swear it…“ he sat on his knees in front of the bed were your legs were spread, your wet cunt dripping through the thin fabric of your panties. he was practically clawing at the sheets, bucking his hips against the mattress as he pleaded to get a taste of the honey between your legs.

you pondered for a moment, wanting to see him beg a little more. “are you sure..? i wouldn’t wanna pressure you or anything.” his eyes lit up even more. “it would be my pleasure, doll.” you smiled, opening your legs a little more and inviting him in. “...then show me what you can do…” 

like a starved man, he tore off your panties and pulled your hips to the edge of the bed, connecting his lips with your pulsating pussy and moaning as the sweet taste hit his tongue. you fisted a handful of his hair, tossing your head back as you began to fuck his mouth. mike whimpered as you used his tongue for pleasure, the tip of his nose tapping against your clit. “j-just like that, doll. fuck my face…”

you rolled your hips as he sunk into you, dipping his tongue into your hole. you hissed, insides contracting as he inserted a desperate finger into your gummy walls. he reached his other hand down to his aching cock, wrapping it around and pumping it teasingly, smearing his precum over his girth and using it as a lubricant.

he curled two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your greedy cunt. you bit your lip to supress a moan, gripping the bedsheets until your knuckles went white. every nerve in your body was responding to his touch. you uncontrollably squeezed your thighs together, crushing his head in the process.

he let out a deep groan, his entire body getting hot from the feeling of drowning in your soft skin. he greedily jerked himself off, though he was more focused on pleasuring you than himself. you attempted to squirm away as he swirled complicated patterns onto your clit. he held you firmly in place. “i’m not done yet, baby. you just taste so good…”

he was licking and lapping you up like you were a tasty dessert, his cock beginning to throb. whimpers escaped from his mouth as he touched himself. he fed his moans into your hole, sending waves of heat and pleasure throughout your body.

you held the back of his head, rubbing it against your stimulated core. he was a panting mess and you could’ve sworn that tears were running down his face. your body shook and trembled as he reached a harmonic rhythm between his fingers and his tongue. you felt yourself getting closer to a climax. your hole clenching and pulsating around him until…

mike shook you in an attempt to grab your attention, raising an eyebrow. “you okay? i thought we lost you there for a sec.”  you had forgotten where you were for a second. and leff was still standing there with that smug grin on his face. “so is mikey here telling the truth? or is he just full of bullshit?”

you glanced up at mike, seeing that submissive expression filcker across his face for just a second. you cleared your throat. “he’s right. i cant imagine being with another guy.” mike nodded, spinning you both around and starting to walk away, happy that you didn’t rat him out for the pushover he really was.

author's note: i need to learn how to write for mike. thank you so much for the request!!

[d8tl55c]

y ' a l l . it took me multiple weeks to start working on a pony town skin <- real <- i made SIXTEEN other ones before the one i wanted

so now you're gonna look at them :D

behold! i bring you: disheveled TCO & rehabilitated TCO

it was a long journey to get here and every freaking detail has some personal lore about it- so if you want to see some progress shots ive chronicled them below X3

ok so 💕✨\o_🎉

the original plan was to: 0. go for a cho post-Showdown and pre-Box 1. use my existing spacescug colors (so i wouldn't get overwhelmed and stop) to create interesting gradients with the black, 2. dress them in.......... WHATEVER seemed cool at the time, and 3. have fun.

SO! i did. ~

(fun facts: the spacescug is one of the 16 skins i crafted while anxiety-ing over ava/m (sometimes ill use it to SNEAK AROUND and admire people (pls say hi lol <3 )))

features. i went with the fluffiest hair i could find, a starry mask for privacy, a comfy sweater, and my two pride and joys: firetail and transparency-skirt.

see look look it's supposed to be showing the legs on the other side of the fabric :D :D :D !!! and, if you look close, it's discreetly distracting from the big shackle i added to the left hind leg. (if you look REALLY close, you'll see i drew some grass in the "hole" of the head. this is why im so excited about this i went ALL IN ;v;;;;) (transparency-skirt ruled as a concept, but in the end it didn't make it any further through my TCOs)

okay so then i spot this character.

i instantly fell in love with the way they did their head (never before seen by me), and was inspired to refine my own work a little,,, so i would fit in more with them when we hung out.

i tore the sleeves off of the cozy sweater, added a Rocket-Brand™-lookin collar, and retired transparency-skirt.

i enjoyed this version so much i didn't change it until fall rolled around....

in which, while re-doing my whole catalog of fav skins to match the new ground color, i changed like 7 entire pixels of the design which i am not going to waste your scroll bar with. <3

now it's getting real.

one day, i needed a break from a thing and decided to dev some more accessories. i had an idea to strap down the wings with one of the feather outline colors and a Waist item, and that quickly spiraled into changing several many, many, more things.

speed round! extra features include:

firetail upgrade! ++shiny

+detail on right hind leg: scars? a tracking device maybe?

aforementioned wing restraint

right cozy sleeve ripped further to install the

Rocket™ wristband: that can't be good

hair accents match accessories and each other better

Back Mane changed for ++disheveled points

Ear accessory added for ++disheveled points

Ear type changed for more fluff back there

and as you can see i bit the bullet and tried to make an homage to my new friend's head style, and i found that these closed eyes (left) look like frowny cho-eyes. :3

AND THAT WAS AWESOME. i felt great. stylish, even. i sat there with an extra 10% deduction to needless social anxiety in my new threads.

and i thought, huh. i've made this little guy suffer, mentally and physically, for fifteen outfits now. what changes if they escape The Situation? and heal?

i pondered this for a while, but i didn't get the boost to act on it until i met this MVP.

they taught everyone on that day cool and funny pony-making tricks! and they're sweet.

from them i was inspired yet again ☝

and this time, i mixed in EVERYTHING. slowly untying the ropes, healing the scars, repairing the hair. the glasses trick that TDL taught me to get the more expressive eyes. the colors and patterning i learned from making a troodon skin (another of the 16) to re-dye the hair and add a new layer of striped pattern to the clothes. yellow with the red so it nods to TDL AND represents more fire. thE SLEEVES ripped ALL THE WAY OFF!!! YEAAAH SHUCK THAT ANGST I MADE THE MARKS BASED ON HOW YOUR CURSOR INVERTS IN WORD

WHAT IF INSTEAD OF RETURNING TO GREYS THEY START DRESSING IN LITTLE EXPLOSIONS OF COLOR •-|,=-||-•|-',=•-|"/, |'['-•-|_|<,['- [,-|'"/,/_',= '////////

and

that's it.

except for ofcourse the :V s :3333333

SO THAT'S THE STORY OF THIS

WOW, haha, thank you for coming on this journey with me. if you know more about pony town than me i am so taking suggestions- i am still learning and having a great time doing it!

TOODLES 💕

[wakacreations]

Haarlep: I Am Expecting You Pt 1

"Your Father Will Know and Congratulations, Raphael"

Author's Note:

Based on this meme by @adashire. I wanted to try writing in a different style for a fic. I am not sure if I'll keep to the same style when I write the next part.

Word Count: 3144

Summary:

Everyone has left an ill Haarlep alone in the House of Hope. Well mostly alone. When the Archivist stumbles upon a seemingly sick incubus. He holds some suspicion it is not just a mere stomach flu. Why did the Master have to leave him with the incubus!?!

The House of Hope was all but quiet. The debtors all had scurried, all weary and worried. The second Master of the Home was in the House  spilling their guts in Raphael’s Chamber pot  they found.

“What kind of putrid sickness could this be?” “Was this from some tainted Dwarven meat?” The incubus pondered for a moment longer  till they felt another rush of rancid bile.

They sat there for most of the day,  their little brat off to watch  the great battle of the Netherbrain.

They called out to the other workers of the House. “Korrilla! Yugir! Archivist! Come here damn you!” There was no peep from the warlock or the general  but a creaking came echoing through the halls.

The Archivist came out to check the disturbance  they heard from behind the Archive's walls. There he saw the Master of the House's younger self  clutching the pot. 

They looked as if they had been there for a while. Their infernal red complexion took a sickly green hue. The Archivist knew what must be done,  he turned back around  walking to the Archive that was in view.

Haarlep looked up to see the bastard walking away. “Hey!!! Help me or else, you feeble librarian prick!  The Master would not be pleased  for their incubus to be laid to rest in their absence.”

With a huff and a sigh, the tiefling scholar clicked their heels  and walked to the infernal who sat prone. “How long have you been puking, now?” The Archivist said with a lack of concern.

“I have been feeling this way since I awoke from the Boudoir.” The tiefling gave Haarlep a curious brow. “Have you eaten anything that rancid or foul?” The incubus shook their head no. “Does the Master, themselves count?”

“That is a no,” the Archivist waved  his imagination off with their hand.  What those two and those implications  should not take root in his mind.

“Let us go off and feast first  before I hand you a potion.  Maybe your sickness will clear  before the day is done.” 

The Archivist held out their hand to the incubus.  They took their hand and brought it to their lips. “You could be my first meal for I to be satiated?” The scholar glared at the infernal temptress.

“I have standards you know and  I do not think you'll meet the intelligence.”

Haarlep rolled their eyes at the notion.  One of these days you will, you shut-in of a tiefling.

There they were seated in front of the grand dinner table.  The worldly and otherworldly delights were placed down  for them to devour. 

The incubus turned their head away  from the all morsels that should be their supper. “I can't stand the smell of these.  They make my belly quiver  and upend themselves at even the sight.”  They shoved all the tableware away. 

The Archivist looked up from their meal  and made a mental note.  Could they be?  They could not be truly, could they?

“Eat one morsel, Haarlep just one bite.  I will hand you a potion to quell your ailment.”  The incubus just picked at the roasted debtor  that sat on their plate.  The scholar rubbed their brow as they muttered  to keep my spine intact.

“Haarlep, if you take a finished bite…  You can snack on I till the Master arrives.”  The scholar groaned into their palms.  What I do to avoid the flaying of my hide.  When they finally looked up, Haarlep's plate was cleared.  He tossed a potion to their waiting outstretched hands,  the incubus chugged it down with glee.

“You know that is a beautiful blush you have turned.”  The incubus rose from their seat.  They swayed in delight towards the grumbling tiefling.

“Are you sure, little scholar, you wish to be tasted?”

They looked down at his rigid frame.

“I will be gentle like a first love you have read  or do you wish to experience  your depraved desires  you stowaway in your desk out of view.” 

The scholar's breath hitched when their face came close.

“You can't keep away from my knowledge  of the debauchery that goes on in this house of horrors.”

The Archivist shuttered when the incubus stroked his cheek.  What could they know? I have no secrets to hide.  Haarlep leaned in close for their souls could only hear.

“I know that you fantasize about our trysts.  You wish for our Master to indulge in you as one of his favorites.” 

They leaned back to look into the scholar's fearful eyes. 

You were always easy to read  from the way your sight wandered away  in a bow at our presence. 

My, my you think no one would notice.

The subtle bite of your lip when  delicious thoughts crossed your mind.  I could hear your muscles clench,  your swallow and the swaying  of your tail when you pass by the boudoir.  Such a pent up spineless thing as you scurried  away in that Archive of yours.

Too bad the brat sees you as a mere  scratching post for their claws. 

“Say the word Archivist, it is only right I repay my healer.”  Their claw tilt his head up for their lustful eyes to see.

“Just till the Master arrives.  You know I keep to a tight schedule, Haarlep.” 

The Archivist felt his mouth run dry.  Will this decision be alright?

How could an incubus be so gentle?  When his lips met such soft chastise kisses.  Their plush warm sweet lips coax for him  to yearn for more,  you do wish to be satiated.  He couldn't help but lick at the seam of their lips  begging to be at their whims.  Haarlep followed their cue.

They claimed his mouth with hunger  when the Archivist let out a desperate groan.  His tentative hands settled onto their waist  when they shifted onto his awaiting lap.  Their claws grazed his scalp  sending shivers down his spine.  They grounded into the tiefling,  teasing out some whimpers against their lips.

“Haarlep please,” the Archivist pleaded as they kissed  and nipped at his throat.  They let out a contempted hum.  Haarlep pressed their head into his collarbone.

“Something is wrong with me, Archivist.”  They whined against his flushed bruised skin.

“What is wrong, Haarlep?”  His pulsed still thrummed with desire.  “I feel nauseated when I consume pleasure,”  they shuttered.

“What do you mean?”  The Archivist felt a dampness against his skin.

“Haarlep?”

They wrapped their arms around the trembling incubus. 

“I am pregnant,” they choked out,  clutching the fabric of his robe. 

“What have I done to deserve to be pregnant with that brat's brat!?!”  Haarlep shook the Archivist roughly in their grasp.

“Haarlep, please. Mercy,” he sputtered,  squeezing their hands in release.  “Oh, sorry.”  They let go of the scholar sending his body  to thump against the back of his chair.

“Are you sure, you are? Is there some kind of test you need to take?”  The Archivist scanned their features in disbelief.  How could an incubus be pregnant?  Wouldn't that have occurred much sooner? 

Haarlep's ears perked up.  “You are right, Archivist!”  A smile spread across their face.  The incubus laid a wet kiss to his temple.  “Come now. I know where to look.”  Haarlep hopped onto their feet,  dragging him through the halls. 

“Where are we going?”  His boots skidded across the dark marble floors.  They stopped in front of the doors  he shouldn't have opened today.

“Oh. But I have not seen any books on the subject.”  There they stood in front of the Archive.  “Well like I said before artifact deviant.  I know about all the debauchery that goes on in this house.  Raphael has loose lips when he has a taste of me, you know.”

The incubus fluttered their lashes and smirked at them over their shoulder.  They sauntered over to a bust of a laughing devil, mouth gaping wide. 

“Not everything is how they appear.”

Haarlep placed their fingers inside,  tracing down till they plunged down its throat.  Click. The book shelves parted revealing a plush velvet door.  The incubus disappeared. The Archivist quickly followed suit.

What was before them was an odd mix  of a chemist and an artificer's workstation.  The space was filled with all kinds of curiosities.  There were shelves filled with alchemical ingredients,  some familiar and some foreign.

One of them read a warning:  do not open or touch the jar.  Must wear protective gear or be Haarlep.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He mumbled to himself.  “Unless you wish to be like a bitch in heat.  I suggest you mind the warnings or don't.  I will still be in your company,”  Haarlep purred perusing notes from a desk.

The Archivist read the label  Haarlep's sleeping powder.  Ingredients:  crushroom spores and bolsef's marvelous mushroom.  Love spores and euphoric shrooms, how apted. The incubus was off busy tinkering  on a workbench, immersed in their task.

There were artifacts of sorts placed on pedestals there to be viewed from a distance.  Some were expected.  The usual typical things;  gauntlets, boots, knives and the occasional whip.

 There is the most peculiar item he would not imagine to see.  Was that a muzzle?! He saw sitting like a grand jewel.  Curious, I have seen these before in the kennel of Cania.  He turned over the leather strap. “That is one of my favorites. It keeps that brat from barking.”  The Archivist dropped the artifact.  “He does make the prettiest little whimpers.  Though you could be his rival,” Haarlep teased,  flicking their tail in a cordial invite.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”  He returned the object back to its quarantined space.

“It’s not a find that is the question  my curious scholar dear but what I have created.”  The incubus opened their palms from where they sat. 

The Archivist looked over their shoulders to see a pink stick? 

“Don't give me that look, you clueless little infernal.  This is an invention even Mephisto would covet you see.”  They waved their arm to show off what ingenious creation they have concocted. 

“You know, Raphael much as he loathed his daddy dearest still takes after his loins.  He was fascinated by his own fertility.” 

The Archivist just stood there in silence.

“Lucky for I, to be an expert in such arts.  Only the best worked under the lord of Hellfire. You see.” 

You know for a being that detest our Master  for the guise they must wear,  they sure seem to mimic their ego as well. 

“Anytime now, Haarlep.” The Archivist was already over this day.  The incubus stood up and shushed the scholar.

“Well I, Haarlep.  The temptress of thousands of forms.  The Master of the Boudoir.  Have created the wand of progeny. You may clap now.”  The “great” inventor took a bow. 

“So, a pregnancy stick?” The Archivist said plainly. 

“If you want to be so dull. Yes.” 

Haarlep gave them a narrow glance, then they began once again. 

“Every creature goes through a change to conform for a new life to be born.  Well.. most of them anyways.”  Haarlep pointed towards the diagrams laid on the station. 

“This wand if near the bodily fluids of a creature, will display a symbol.”  They tapped at each one. One line for yes, and two lines for no. 

“How will you know if it works?” He raised a curious brow.   “If the symbols change between our samples then we will have a conclusive test.”   The incubus handed a glass to him.   “What is this for?” He eyed the empty container in his hands.  “The wand works best with a large sample.”   They shifted their harness and grabbed a glass themselves.   “Well, I don't mind an audience but it will take longer to fill this glass.”   Haarlep winked at the tiefling.   His ears turned a bright red as he stormed off into the halls.

“Ah my dear Archivist, have you finished procuring my valuable filled vessel?”  They leaned against their desk, tail swishing to and fro. 

“Make sure not to spill a drop.” Haarlep teased as he placed down his piss filled glass. 

“Now what?” The Archivist sighed as he watched them work.  Haarlep placed the small baton into the glass. 

“Now, we wait.” 

The baton came back with a faded one stroke. 

The incubus dipped in the wand into a sanitizing tray. 

They next placed it into their own. 

The baton shimmered as the symbols etched themselves onto the handle. 

Two predominant bold lines.

The incubus remained motionless.

“Congratulations Haarlep?” He was unsure what to say.

There was a mania that overtook the poor pregnant infernal. They laughed.  They cried.  They screamed.  They cursed.  They turned the room into disarray.  They finally collapsed into a puddle on the floor.

“Do you think they'll take after I or him?” They uttered to themselves. 

The Archivist crouched on his hunches as he stared at the sniffling horny fool. “You know, Haarlep.. If it is true what you say…  Then that would make you an official second Master to the house.” Would I prefer them or our Master?  He plucked a rouge hair from them back into place.

Haarlep with tears in their eyes. “Would that be true, Archivist?”  They said meekly with a sniffle they produced. 

“He would have to yes. Unless he wins in a court of infernal law.  Mephistopheles would represent you of course.  You were their property first.” 

The incubus let out a maniacal laugh.  How could their fate turn out this way? 

“Say, you are right, Archivist. Would you be my witness?”  They wiped a tear from their eye. 

“I will have to. I am bound to the laws of the Hells  such as you are as well.” 

Haarlep squirmed with excitement  for there was mischief in their smile. 

“Our Master has yet to hear about this news. 

Let's make it a grand reveal when he appears. 

Anything for the father of the hour.”

The Netherbrain has fallen,  his little mouse has triumphed  by his own design of course.   He was director of this production,  the benefactor, the sponsor and  now will become the main character  in the next act but first it is time to retire.   All stars need their beauty to rest.  Maybe he will throw his own celebration  for his puppets behind the scenes.

“I am a benevolent visionary after all.  They should enjoy my good graces I bestow.” The doors of his House of Hope open  for festivities were in full swing. The symphony of strings filled his ears.

Ah, for once they listen to my wishes  without having to lecture them for once.  Streamers and banners hung in the great halls.   His debtors ran about wearing little devil masks for the occasion.  They stopped mid sprint to give their instructed  greeting to the Master of the House.   Well they must get used to working out of sight.  For my debtors will be replaced by devils.  I am growing fond of this mere delight.

I suppose, I chose to extend my generosity for their behavior.  Enjoy yourselves. There will be many tasks to be done come the break of dawn.

Usually he would be greeted by his most qualified servants at the door.  They will be reminded of their manners once he appears forth.

There they all were but what is this sight???

His younger self on a bed being fanned by his favorites  drinking on a goblet of fine infernal wine.   Such a beautiful sight to behold.   He will have this scene painted  to be displayed when the crown is placed into his hands.   The mouse should be in the waters now  diving to give him the means to ascend.

But for now, “what is the meaning of this Haarlep?”   What game does his pet have at play?   They snapped their fingers.   His prized general comes waddling with Wyrm's whiskey on a tray.   Yugir finished pouring him a glass and bows.   “You are dismissed,” a sultry voice calls from his incubus.

“What is the occasion for you to turn my house out of order?  To give you the audacity to command authority in this house?”   The cambion moved in their human attire  to his unruly servant who only yawned for all to say.   The Master of House snapped his fingers  for all to be put back in their rightful place.   The incubus was dropped onto their backside.

 Haarlep glared up at the brat who crossed their arms with a smirk. 

“This,” they waved in their hand. 

“Gives me the same right of authority as yours.”

He examined what strange implement  that gave his poor foolish incubus the means to declare.  Wait, what is that odor?   Did they truly believe a soiled branch gave them power?

Raphael couldn't help but give a genuine rumbling laugh.

The last time he made such a sound  was when Mystra's chosen would wield the crown.

Oh his abdomen did hurt for a good tenday or more.  Gale Dekarios, you could rival Volo the wizardry bard.

The cambion finished the last fits of their laughter.

The chuckles subsided, wiping his tears with his palms.

“Thank you, Haarlep. My dear incubus.  You always were the source of my pleasurable entertainment.  I am in a good mood. You will be left with only a warning for this evening.” 

Haarlep looked up, confused. Did their Master not read it???

The Master of the House of Hope began walking towards the Boudoir. 

“Come now, Haarlep. I won't ask again if you keep me waiting.” 

He heard no footsteps of his incubus following his heels.

Raphael looked over his shoulder.

The incubus arose from the floor  but did not make any other movements. 

They held up the stick once more and gestured to its script. 

He turned around to face them.

“Raphael, I am pregnant.”

They never seen such shocked bewilderment that came from their Master.  He began to speak but stopped and kept his finger raised in the air.   The cambion brat was speechless. 

Who knew fatherhood could give such sweet silent peace. 

“Well as much as I enjoy our foreplay. Oh father to be. A mother needs to care for their precious little infernal heir.”   The incubus hips swayed as they returned to their domain. 

“What were your words sire? Ah, that is right ta ta for now."

"Archivist, come along, you will be in charge of my care.” The tiefling bowed to his Master and followed close behind.

Korrilla cautiously piped up to her patron. “Master Raphael, you have words from the Archduke of Cania. He had received word of your heir to be,” Holding up a letter for the Master of the House to read.

If anything were to happen to my grandchild. I will ensure you pay your infernal dues. Child support will be awaiting. Haarlep will receive more than a measly sum. -Mephistopheles Grandparent in waiting. The Lord of Hellfire Archduke of Cania Your Creator

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Devil's Advocate

One Piece Imagine

- A Silent Observer -

...

"Wait...you live forever?!" The little Monkey D. exclaimed in shock. Eyes wider than the very plates before him, as they peered up to the tall woman standing just a few feet ahead of him.

Snorting softly at the boy's loud reaction, you rolled your eyes, "Yes and no --- I can live for as long as I please as long as I never receive a fatal injury. Like a terminal illness, or a stab to the heart. Do you understand, little one?"

The young boy quickly nodded, for a moment you thought his head would pop off from how quickly he was moving it. "How is that possible?! Are you a--a vampire?" You couldn't stop the grin that split across your face, he sure was entertaining.

"No, not a vampire. If I was, I'd be a pile of ash considering the sun is their enemy." Snatching a small piece of meat off his plate, much to his loud protest, you savored the taste as the flavors overwhelmed your taste buds.

You sighed, "Many many years ago, I had this...friend. she managed to get her hands on this very peculiar fruit, one that granted you powers if you ate it."

He practically jumped out of his seat, "Oh! I know, a Devil Fruit!"

You laughed, nodding your head, "Yes, a Devil Fruit. I'm surprised you even know that."

"Shanks told me! Hehe, he yelled at me for eating one."

The woman paused at his words, "You...ate a Devil Fruit, Luffy? Already?"

"Yep! It tasted like vomit, bleh!"

It was only then, that you noticed the strawhat sitting by his lap.

Leaning back into the chair, you huffed, "Wow, I really need to keep track of time. I mean damn, he even gave you his hat! I thought I still had a good two years left or something."

"Oi! Finish your story!" He took another chunk out of his drumstick.

Clicking your tongue in slight annoyance, you continued, "She never really used it--- don't know why really, she was just... like that, I guess. Regardless, one day, after a great battle, she was hurt, badly. And so was I. Rather than...saving herself, like she should've, she used her power to grant me immortality. She gave up her own life so that I could live."

"Why the hell would she do that for?" You smacked the back of his head.

"Because that's what best friends do for one another...even if the other doesn't like it "

Glancing to your left, you eyed the young boy you had met long ago, when he was just a stupid child running around screaming for a fight. A smile greeting the skies as more memories came to the very forefront of your mind. It's been a while since you've enjoyed such simplicities.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate and you're gonna be right there next to me!"

Closing your eyes to take a short moment of rest, you relaxed yourself.

"Me? Wanting me in your crew is one thing, impressing me enough for me to consider joining is a whole other thing, little Luffy." You teased, a loose smirk hanging low on your lips as the boy pouted.

"Then I'll just have to impress you!" "And, how will you do that exactly?"

Silence, which is impossible since Luffy is never silent. Snapping an eye open, the Devil Fruit user watched the pondering boy in light awe. For once, it looked like the braincells in his mind had finally connected.

"Then...I'll be like that guy!"

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, "What guy?"

"The guy in your stories! The one who always smiles!"

Oh.

Oh, how he reminded her of him.

You hummed, "It's tough business being the Pirate King. Are you sure you're up for it?"

He looked at you in curiosity, "Pirate....King?"

You nodded, "Yeah. King of all Pirates. You can only become that after finding the legendary One Piece, a treasure no one but one crew has seen before. His crew."

Luffy then grinned, "Then I'll find the One Piece and I'll become the Pirate King! You'll have no choice but to join my crew!"

Ever since that day, you've been around. Wordlessly observing Luffy and his little family of strays and bandits. Sometimes, you'd approach them, but only when their minds were elsewhere --- it was for the best. Although that didn't mean the youngest had any less luck in finding you. Luffy always knew you were there, perhaps not all the time, but enough times that he could tell the difference.

He'd talk about you to his brothers, in fact, he'd rarely ever kept his mouth shut about you. To be honest, the other boys had figured Luffy mad --- not at all believing him and his tale about the woman in the woods. Ugh, that sounded creepy.

But, at the same time, none of them could deny the moments where someone had come to their rescue at the very last second when their adventures went awry.

Ace and Sabo, on numerous occasions, had tried to find the mysterious woman, but to no avail. She must either be a ninja or a ghost, they figured despite Luffy's insistence on her existence.

And, every time, he would come crying to you. Yelling at you for making his brothers think he was crazy, a pain that would be easily soothed by the sight of food. (You did eventually reveal yourself, I believe)

You adored memories like these. They were few and far between within the length of your life.

Soon enough, you'd have to leave him. You already knew what his future held, in truth, you couldn't wait for him to discover his path to independence.

"Luffy, I'm going to be leaving today."

The boy froze mid-bite, "W-What? What do you mean you're leaving?!"

You frowned lightly, "Don't worry. I'll come back, one day. I have some business to attend to, business I've neglected for quite some time."

"Business?! But can't we do that together?!" You chuckled under your breath.

"Perhaps, when you're all grown up. But for now, no."

Standing up, the utensils on the table eagles at your abrupt action --- Luffy lunged for the fabric of your long violet coat, tears swelling up in his eyes as he tugged on it. Trying to pull you back down with his child strength. For a moment, you thought to entertain him, yet you knew you needed to go.

It was time.

"No! You can't leave now! You, uh --- I, uh---I don't want you to go!"

"Please, don't do this! Save yourself, not me. I don't deserve-"

You took a moment to breathe.

Coming over to his side of the table, you crouched down to his height. A small sympathetic smile on your face as you wipe away the tears from the apples of his cheeks, your thumb running over his stitched scar.

"Find me when you have a crew, Luffy. I won't join you. Though that doesn't mean I won't stay a while."

And with that said, you left.

Years would come to pass, many days became monotone while others became highlights. Such as today, when one of Morgan's birds came flying down to you with a rolled up scroll in its mouth.

Pride swelled in your chest as you looked at the contents of the paper.

Luffy's wanted poster.

Not a bad starting number, you smirked

You laughed.

"You're almost there, Luffy. Just a little bit more, and I'll be back before you know it."

...

(A/N): Originally speaking, the entire DA series was just like random headcanons of my OC in OP. But like, on a whim, I decided to publish it. And, well, you guys just ate it up so I continued. To be honest, there's not much cohesiveness but there is a shit ton of indulgences, so there's that.

This is actually the fanfic that pre-dates all the DA --- although, this is a completely altered version of the original. I think all of my DA works are from 2019 but this fic was made in 2018. It's a miracle it was still in my drafts.

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Anyways

Hope you enjoyed!

[chiiyuuvv]

MASSAGE - SUMIN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!sumin x gn reader

• GENRE — friends to lovers, sumin give you a massage, ive been having this idea for a while, this is NOT suggestive if anyone thinks that, friendly bickering

• WORD COUNT — 912

• AUTHORS NOTE — ive been having this idea for a while... ILL BE GETTING BACK TO REQUESTS NOW

MASTERLIST!

"Pabo~~" you feel something poke your cheek. You twich in your sleep, expecting to feel a soft pillow on your head, a heavy blanket to give you warmth..

When you realize you're laying on the floor.

"Hii," sumin whispers as he peeks his head from the bed. His messy green hair covers his eyes as he lays on his stomach, waving at your tired figure. "W-what.." you blink, looking at your surroundings. You were laying on the floor, one of the pillows got pushed to the door, a blanket on the other side of the room. What happened?

You finally sit up, running a hand through your messy hair as you glance down at your phone, it reads 9:40 am. "Did I.. sleep here..?" You ponder to sumin, in which he nods.

"Hey, how did you make it to the floor?"

"You must of pushed me off.." you stand up, stretching your body.

"Pushed you off..? You must of rolled over."

"Says the boy that screams in his sleep." You shoot him a glare, letting out a groan when you start stretching your back. "Ohh that hurts," you moan, a hand placing on your lower hip as you try to stand up straight.

"I told you, you shouldnt sleep like that."

"You pushed me off!!"

"Well in my defense, you looked like a pretzel before I dozed off-"

You grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him with it, catching him off guard as he falls back on the bed, letting out a laugh. "Its not my fault!!~"

"It is!!" Your hand was still placed on your lower hip, unintentionally looking like an old man that lost his cane as you shake your fist, letting out another groan. "And now my back hurts like crazy." You complain, letting out a pout as you sit on the edge of sumins bed.

"Lemme help you then, since it is 'my fault.'" Sumin reaches for your hand, trying to pull it so you're sitting in the middle of the bed. You give him an unconvincing look, "what are you going to do? Push me off the bed again??"

"What no!!" Sumin laughs, reaching for your hand again and successing. He pulls you so that you're sitting in between his legs, making you rest your back on his chest.

"What are you gonna do?" You cross your arm, which sumin uncrosses. "Just relax pabo." He smiles against your neck, his hands finding your shoulders and rubbing deep circles on them.

"Dont.. call me that.." you breathe heavily. "Pabo~~" sumin giggles when you turn around to glare at him, his hands finding your sides and tickling them.

"Sumin-ahh!!" You laugh, trying to slap his hands as he laughs at you. "Now lemme finish," he stops after a while, booping his nose with yours.

You let out a hitch at the sudden closeness, before nodding your head with a nervous smile. Sumin clears his throat as he realizes what he just did, but pushing that feeling away as you turn around, finding your shoulders again.

He moves lower and lower, until he finally reaches the source of your pain. Your head shoots back on his shoulder, shutting your eyes as you try to conceal the pain. "How does this feel..?" Sumin whispers, pressing against the spot again as you nod. "More please.."

"Alright.." sumin lays a kiss on your forehead, before rubbing a deep circle on the spot, his head resting on the crook on your neck as he helps you breathe.

"Breathe.. yes.. in.. out.." he continues, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You could see out of the corner of your eye his small smile. "I got you.." he whispers, laying little kisses on your neck until the pain goes away. "Did it stop..?"

"Thank you.." you turn around to find sumin face to face, your breath hitching again as your nose softly touches his. You watch as his eyes switch between both of yours, a hand craddling your cheek with such care, like you'd break if he'd let go.

"Is this okay..?" He askes again, his lips brushing against yours. You nod as sumin presses a proper kiss on your lips, the softness making you want to melt under his touch. He tilts your head ever so slightly, turning your body around as his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer.

You move in sync as sumin could not get over your strawberried lips, pressing kiss after kiss until you ran out of air. And so he breaks it, pressing his forehead against yours as he breaths heavily, a blush forming on his neck, slowly raising up to his ears.

You were speechless and so was sumin, as he lets out a giggle. "I think i got carried away.." he breaths, looking down as your fingers lightly trace his chins, lifting it up to find his deep, yet soft eyes staring at you.

"So did i.." you nervously confess as you press a peck against his lips. He smiles before slowly lowering your body on his bed. "What are you doing??" You giggle.

"Making you go back to sleep." He states in a matter of factly tone.

"But its 10:0-"

"Shhh.." he shushes you before crawling into the bed, tucking the two of you in as his hands find your waist, laying your head on his chest as he hugs you tightly.

"You better not push me off the bed again."

"I won't."

[mimiccry]

Heatstroke

a/n: I wrote this a couple years ago when I was on vacation in a tropical place. I felt ill after sleeping in the sun which sparked inspiration for this piece! It’s old tho… ;-;

Themes: fluff, sickfic? Venti/reader, [Name] instead of Y/N, could be interpreted as platonic or romantic, this is old and does not reflect my current writing skill, uhhhhh idk what else to add

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You slowly flop down onto your bed and curl up in a ball towards the window. You feel dead. Stomach feeling ill, your skin feels hot, your head feels stuffed and you’re feeling exhausted. You wave your hand at the boy sitting in his bed behind you.

“Hey, Venti?” You ask tiredly. He looks up from the book he’s reading at you.

“Yes, [Name]?” You roll over to face him.

“I don’t feel well…” You blink slowly and open them to see Venti studying you carefully. He then closes his book and gets up to sit over by your legs on your bed.

“What’s the matter?” He asks softly. You recall the day that had just passed: Walking around the gardens, finding cool - looking lizards on the plants nearby, collecting shells and rocks and running around in the water under the cloudless sky. You recall how you took a nap under the blazing hot sun while Venti admired the horizon for an hour. You remember how you swam around colourful fish, rays and the like in the crystal green waters. You think about how stood up from your sandy bed, feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous. It hits you.

“I may have gotten heatstroke.” You said, pointing to your head tiredly. He looked at you in pity. He leans over and strokes your head gently.

“Aww…Do you need anything? I can get you whatever you need.” He shifts slightly closer to you. You ponder on his question for a moment.

“Water? I think…I’m not hungry I just…” you sighed.

“Need to rest comfortably for a bit. Maybe sleep. I’m not entirely sure how a heatstroke works, Venti.” You sit up, or at least, try to. Venti pushes you back down slowly. He smiles.

“Your wish is in my command, [Name]! You shall receive your water.” He declares in a announcing voice. You laugh and shove him playfully.

“All right, all right. I’ll be back then.” Venti giggles. He stands to leave the room before you grab his sleeve.

“Wait-“ you begin. He pauses.

“Could you sit beside me when you come back?” You ask quietly. He stares at you for a few moments before nodding happily. He walks out of the room and leaves the door half open. You can hear him take a cup from the cupboard and start running the sink in the distance. After a few seconds, he returns and places the cup on your nightstand with a dramatic flourish. He was trying to cheer you up, and it’s working. You sit up and take the cup of water and hold it near your lap as Venti sits to your left right beside you. You quietly sip from the water and lean slightly on him. He tenses up for a moment before relaxing.

You think about tomorrow, sitting quietly next to each other whilst you drink water to help your heatstroke. Once you finish your water, you lean off of Venti and towards the side of the bed to place the cup back on the nightstand. He hugs your arm in protest.

“Come back…” he says softly, so you snuggle up closer to him. He puts his arm around you in a half - hug and rests his head against yours. You kiss the side of his head and put your head back on his shoulder. You both doze off sitting that way, and woke up an hour later just to sleep again, this time in each other’s arms.

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I hope you enjoyed reading :)

[magmdnv]

Kaito Tenjo x Reader

"Heii, Haruto, I brought you something." As you rise the lift in the center of his room with a bag in hand, you greet the short, blue-haired lad.

"You did, but why?"

"Just what do you mean by 'why'? Because you're priceless to me." You stroke his hair as you move over next to him as he gazes out the wall-sized windows that encompass his bedroom and over looks the luminously reflected city.

'However, I doubt that you'll use it anytime anyway.' You ponder to yourself while you hand him the bag.

"It's certainly bright outside; it's almost as if the sun never set." You point out in attempts to strike up a conversation with the now-zombie-like child.

"[First Name], how is it that I am so special to you?" He holds the bag you gave him, his broad and golden eyes gravitate towards yours.

As you close your eyes, you scratch your face with a grin and chuckle awkwardly. "What exactly do you mean? Everybody has somebody special during their lives. Such as you and Kaito. You two are my special people, so is Orbital."

"Why?"

"Just 'cause." You open your eyes and shrug, sweat dripping from your brow as he stares at you blankly and unblinkingly. "You need to know, Haruto-"

"What exactly are you doing here?" You turn around to see Kaito enter the room via the elevator panel in the heart of the floor. His mechanical friend follows him as usual.

"I was just visiting Haruto."

"I told you nobody except family is permitted in this room."

"Heh? I'm practically family; are you suggesting Orbital is more family than I am? Who are you to say I'm not welcome in here? Haruto may be your brother, but I've been around him nearly as long as you have, Kaito." You huff and tap your foot with both palms on your hips.

"Do refrain from speaking to Master Kaito in such a manner, miss-missy!" Orbital chimes in.

"Orbital, c'mon, tell Kaito that I'm just as close to family to Haruto as he is. I was there when you were created, and I was there when Haruto first fell ill, which is far more than Dr. Faker has been-"

"Enough. I've heard more than needed. You are permitted to stay as long as I am able to speak with Haruto in peace." Kaito rolls his eyes and pushes by you, bending down to his younger brother's height. As he looks into his sibling's eyes, his demeanor softens.

"Hey, pal, how are you doing lately?"

"[First Name] has given me a present." Haruto reacts robotically, holding the bag up before his brother's face, his features expressionless.

"That's nice of her." Kaito gingerly nudges the bag down and away from his face. "Listen, I guarantee that I'll return you to normal, alright? Just hold on a bit longer for me." Kaito pats and caresses Haruto's hair.

"Aww, this is so cute." You whisper as you stand next to Orbital, a compassionate expression on your face.

"Master Kaito told you to shut- shut it." Orbital beeps out, but you have a feeling he's cheerful about the display before him as well.

"Kaito and [First Name], please report to my office at once." Mr. Heartland's voice rings through the building's speakers, catching both yours' and Kaito's attention.

You match your eyes with Kaito's and he nods. "I'm taking off now. But I won't be gone for long, Haruto." Kaito kisses the top of Haruto's head before standing up. His scowl appears once more and his eyebrows slant as he marches to the center of the room.

You follow suit, standing adjacent to him on the elevator platform that interfaces to Haruto's room from the lower floor and it begins to descend.

"Wait- wait for me!" Orbital surges onto the platform as well, clanging down onto the spot next to you.

—•-•-•—

"[First name], Kaito, thank you for coming." Mr. Heartland's strained and obnoxious voice greets you and Kaito as you enter his dimly lit office. The sliding doors automatically close behind you.

"What do you need Heartland?" Kaito questions pointedly. One of the only sources of light is a spotlight that shines on the swivel chair in which Mr. Heartland sits. He turns in his red chair and stands up, welcoming you both with open arms. "What? A man can't invite his favorite employees into his office without suspicion?"

"Not if it's you, sir." You admit honestly, a grin on your lips as you place a gloved hand on your right hip. "You're always up to something."

"Flattery doesn't work on me Miss [Last Name], but you can compliment me later." He laughs. "Right now I have something special in mind for you two."

"And you needed both of us?"  Kaito's sharp reply is heard as he looks at the well dressed man in front of him.

"Of course! I need you two to find this man." He throws a picture of the guy to Kaito and he catches it between two fingers. You lean over and look at the photo in Kaito's fingerless gloved hand, tilting your head with a bemused pout.

"What's so special about 'em?" You ask, looking between the picture and Mr. Heartland. The arrogant man laughs.

"He has bypassed all of our hunters so far, so I have no choice but to send my best recruits."

"He seems pretty basic." You agree by pointing to the image. Kaito shoves the picture into your palm and scoffs as you invade his personal space, making you gasp and lean away.

"Are you saying you can't handle him?" Mr. Heartland gives a Cheshire grin.

"I was just saying. . ."

"I'll take care of it myself." Kaito cuts in.

"Excuse me? I'm still here, Kaito." You huff, puffing out your cheeks and look at your partner. He simply ignores your gaze.

"Nonsense! You have to bring [First Name]. You two are a team after all."

"She'll just slow me down."

"It is not up for discussion, you will go together. Now."

--•-•--

"Ho-ahh!" You can see the man you were given orders to hunt down, being thrown into the air after being attacked by Kaito's dragon. The man spins backwards onto the cement in the alley, his body rolling several times before his back crashes into a brick wall opposite the alley and he passes out.

"Your number is mine." Kaito states, reaching out of his white fingerless glove and rips the Number and soul from the man's body.

"Don't you think you're being too hard on him?" you ask, leaping off the lid of a nearby wooden crate. The only response you get from him is a glare and a sneer as he turns and starts walking away from you. "Hey Kaito, wait! Seriously, did I do or say something that upset you?"

"Why do you bother staying? You're a mediocre duelist at best and add almost nothing in collecting Numbers. You're too soft, too weak."

"Huh? What's wrong with you? You know, Haruto would be shocked if he saw how you treat people now—”

"Stop pretending you know everything about Haruto and me. You're a nobody, someone who just likes to stick your unwanted nose into other people's business."

'Ow. . .' Your brows deepen, you choke back tears and press a fist to your lower lip. When Kaito sees your reaction, he doesn't pretend to notice or care.

"I miss you Kaito!" You scream, lips trembling and tears streaming down your cheeks as you take a step towards him. He stops walking with his back to you and you can't see his expression. "I miss the way you used to laugh and smile and cry. I wish you would smile again— show some emotion— not like the sad grin you give to your brother. I want a sincere smile full of joy. I miss the old Kaito. . ."

The night is quiet except for the occasional beep of a passing vehicle every few minutes and the moans of the beaten man in the alley. You continue the onslaught of words, despite his nonchalant response.

"Don't you dare say that I don't know anything about you or Haruto. I love you two, so, so much. You have some nerve, you know that?" You wipe your eyes with your palms, an ugly cry escapes your lips. "I wish we could all go back to the way we were before this stupid hunt for numbers—"

"Come here." Kaito's command is almost muffled by your obnoxious cries, but you still manage to catch it. You sniff, looking up at him. His back is still to you, but you manage to see his hand out to his side, palm open and fingers spread invitingly.

'Is he. . ?'

"Before I change my mind."

You blink, a smile spreading across your lips as you look at his open palm. You let out a deep sigh  before nodding to yourself and jump into a sprint with a laugh.

Perhap it's your optimism or blurred vision from the tears, but you swear you can see a smile flicker across his pale cheeks as you wrap your fingers around his.

"Thank you, Kaito."

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Trigger warning: sexual assault.

I threw myself onto Nick when he walked into the foyer, clinging onto him for dear life. He wraps his arms around me in a welcoming hug, rubbing circles in my upper back as I sobbed into his chest. He lets me cry it out for a minute or two, knowing I wanted nothing more than his brotherly embrace. Nothing soothed me more than that.

I picked my head up from his chest, wiping my tears away hastily before apologizing for soaking his shirt. He disregards it with a calm shake of his head and guides me over to the couch in the living room.

"How are you holding up?" he asks, concern etched into his face. I shrugged, my bottom lip quivering as I tried to hold back yet another sob. "It's okay, Meels," he tries to calm me, rubbing my back again. "Does mom and dad know?" I shake my head 'no', keeping my eyes fixed on my hands in my lap. I nervously picked at the skin around my thumbnails, my legs bouncing.

Nick puts his hand on top of mine to stop my anxious tick. "Okay. Well, I'm here for you, you know that." I nod my head without looking at him. "Whatever you need, whatever you decide... I'm here." I immediately burst into tears hearing his words. He quickly pulls me into another tight embrace, and I let myself collapse into his hold. I was so scared, and I hadn't even pondered on what I wanted to do yet.

Would I be able to raise a child without its father? Would I be able to juggle school, a job, and raising a child? Should I even keep the baby?

"Eat, dear," my captor says gently, trailing his fingertips across my upper back as he rounds the side of the table. "I can't have you famished now that you're back home." My skin crawls at his touch, and I visibly shake while staring at the plate in front of me. Steam rippled from the meatloaf and mashed potatoes, rolling in my face—it looked and even smelled appetizing, but the thought of eating something from this cretin makes my stomach churn.

"I cooked your favorite meal," he muses, grazing my cheek with his fingers before taking my chin in his possession. "Wasn't that so kind of me?" He turns my face to look at him, a sickly-sweet smile spread ear to ear. I pulled my face away from him, immediately looking down at my trembling hands as I picked away at the skin around my nails. "I-I'm not hungry," I mumbled. "The Hell you're not!" he shouts and grabs my face, yanking me back towards him.

I whimpered, his thumb and fingers pressed so tightly into my cheeks I felt he would pierce right through them. Tears well in my eyes from the pain as I'm forced to stare into his menacing eyes. They were lifeless and hollow, emanating ill intent as they bore into me. A permanent crease sat between his brows, the skin around his mouth crinkling from his scowl to match.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded as the tears spilled down my cheeks. He throws my face back towards the food, "Eat!" I flinched from the sudden volume change in his voice and picked up the fork, digging into the corner of the meatloaf. I take a hesitant bite, chewing it longer than necessary to see if anything tasted odd. It seemed fine, so I took another bite.

The man sits across from me, his demeanor back to the forebodingly cheery act from before. He digs into his own plate, a satisfied smile playing at his lips as he eats. "Whatever you don't eat, you may bring down to your paramour," he says with his mouth full, pointing at me with his fork.

I nod shallowly, ignoring the fact he basically just called Noah a mistress, and looked back down at my plate. I ate about half of what I was served and decided it was only fair to save the other half for Noah. "D-do you have any water? I'm very thirsty." "Oh, how foolish of me!" He shoots up from his chair, pacing to the counter behind me. He returns shortly afterwards, placing a glass of bubbling water in front of me.

I shoot him a quizzical look, wondering why my water had bubbles in it. "It's sparkling water, dear. I ran out of regular bottled water, and you wouldn't want to drink the tap water here," he chuckles. "I hope that's alright." "Oh... Yes, this is fine," I lie. I fucking despised sparkling water, but I was too thirsty to give a shit. I gulped half of it down before I thought about Noah. "Does water count, too? You know, for giving what I don't finish to Noah?" He laughs and waves it off, "No, no, dear. I'll be sure to give him his own water." I nodded before sucking down the rest of it.

He remains quiet as he eats his dinner, and I take the time to look around for any sort of clues to help me figure out a way out of here. The kitchen we sat in wasn't anything out the ordinary; a two base sink sat in the middle of the counter behind me, the refrigerator to the right, the stove tucked in the corner to the left. Down the hall, it opened into what I assumed was the foyer, the front door right in my view. Maybe if I ask to use the restroom, I can make a break for it...but that's if the bathroom is in that direction.

I decided to bite the bullet and asked where the bathroom was, which was in that direction, but of course he keeps a firm grasp on my arm as he guides me there. I take a few steps and suddenly the room is spinning, and I start to feel sick to my stomach from it. I stumbled and he pulls me tight against his body as my vision begins to blur; I can no longer see the front door. This motherfucker drugged me.

I planted my feet to the ground and tried my best to pull away from his grasp. "Let go...of me, you f-fucker," I slurred. "Now, now, Alice. That's no way to talk to your husband," he scolds me, yanking my arm. I cry out from the searing pain now in my shoulder and trip over my feet, landing on my knees. He never loosens his grip on me; he quite literally drags me through the foyer and into a room to the left.

He tosses me onto a bed, facedown, and I'm too disoriented to push myself up. All I could do was turn my face away from the mattress so I'm able to breathe. I hear the clink of a belt being undone, my arms are suddenly behind my back and bound together at the wrists. They burn from how tight the leather was against my skin as I writhed, trying to free myself.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Alice," he seethes behind me. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. You hear me?" He shouts, and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my back. Tears are rolling down my face, I feel like I can't breathe as I tried to call out for help, but all that comes out of me are sobs. He squeezes his hand over my mouth, his fingertips digging into my cheeks again. "Stop your crying, you little bitch, or I'll give you something to cry about!" He shouts, letting go of my face.

He throws me back down onto the bed, and I still can't move as he aggressively pulls my jeans down. My underwear was next, and I knew what was to come. I'm so numb, so disoriented, and I can't move at all to fight him off. I can't make a sound, but the tears are endless as he forces himself on me.

-

I wake up to a throbbing pain in my shoulder, wincing as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I see that I'm back in the hole, the area still dark and dreary, reeking of mold and mildew.

Though I sat on the disgusting, deteriorating mattress, it still felt cleaner than the entirety of my body. I was drugged and violated, and all I wanted to do was scrub my skin until I felt my captor's grimy touch had been dissolved. I didn't care if I scrubbed until I bled.

The images of earlier infiltrate my mind as I look at my burning wrists; they were rubbed raw from the friction of the belt. I pulled my sleeves down so I didn't have to look at the reminder, and brought my knees to my chest, hugging them. I felt so numb as I rested my chin on my knees that I couldn't even cry over the physical and mental pain I endured.

"You're awake," Noah's voice cuts through the silence from the other side of the room, causing me to jump. "You've been out for like...a day." My head doesn't move, but I avert my eyes to him. His face hadn't gotten any better in the time that I was gone—in fact, there was another trail of dried blood coming from his nose. "What happened?" I asked after clearing my throat. "Don't worry about me," he says with a shake of his head. "Are you okay?" I hugged my legs tighter and shook my head 'no', bringing my attention to the dirt in front of me. He doesn't press it, just whispers a quick 'sorry', and the room goes silent.

I absentmindedly started playing with the dirt to my side, etching swirls into it. Without even thinking, I had written Leora's name in cursive. I huffed, tears now brimming in my eyes—I missed my little girl so much. I missed my family. I wondered what they were doing, or if they were okay.

Swallowing back my cries, my throat burned as I was once again parched. I cleared my throat, "Did you eat?" I mumbled, brushing away Leora's name and starting a new design in the dirt. "Yeah. Did you eat...while up there?" he asks timidly. I nodded. "Did he bring you water like he told me he would?" "No," he replies in an inquisitive tone. "I ended up drinking from the sink."

I felt my stomach drop and I freeze, remembering how the man advised me not to drink the tap water. "What?" Noah asks. I looked over at him, "He told me not to drink the tap water." He shrugs and chuckles, "Probably because it tasted like shit." "Maybe," I mumbled, stretching my legs out in front of me with a sigh.

I find myself staring at Noah's battered face, and I feel myself deflate. Though the lighting in here was poor, I could still see the blood that was caked on the right side of his forehead, trailing down over his swollen eye and cheek. The bruising seemed to have worsened, with deep purple in the inner corner of his eye, sweeping into dark red around the rest of his eye. The blood that dribbled down from his nose and mouth was lighter in color, fresher than the rest.

"I'm okay," he says, brandishing a sympathetic smile. I pursed my lips into a line and shook my head at him. "Bullshit. I know you must be in pain." He shrugs, "It is what it is."

"What happened?" I asked after a moment of silence. He sighs, combing the front of his matted hair back, "I tried to run when he brought me the food; I was gonna find you and get us the fuck outta here. He was quicker than me, slugged me in the face. He demanded I ate and kicked me real good again when I refused." "Why'd you refuse to eat?" He laughs dryly, "I didn't trust eating his food, I don't know what he did to it." I nodded, agreeing with him. "I wanted to know where you were, convinced me to eat the damn food by saying he'd bring you back down here if I did." "Why?" I whispered. "What is this, 20 questions?" He chuckles, "I wanted to make sure you were okay, Meels."

My stomach churns hearing him say my nickname after 5 years, and it brings me back to the day he left. It brings me back to the shock factor of when he told me he was leaving, brings me back to the heartache and abandonment I felt when I had no choice but to say goodbye.

It makes me feel indifferent, maybe even perplexed that he still cared enough about me to make sure that I was alright. I brought my hands into my lap and started picking at my nails anxiously. "You still do that after all these years, huh?" I let out an amused scoff, looking up at him. "Yeah, never taught myself to stop I guess."

He gives me a sympathetic grin, but grimaces shortly after and lies back against the wall, placing a hand on his stomach. I could see that his forehead was suddenly glistening with sweat. He puffs out his breath and groans, his face contorting further.

"Noah, are you okay?" "Yeah," he says through clenched teeth. "Just a stomachache." I watched him writhe in pain for a minute or two before he staggers to his feet, beelining to the toilet. Within seconds, he's vomiting. "Fuck," I say under my breath, rushing over to him. I pulled his hair away from his face as he empties his stomach, squeezing my eyes shut and turning away from it. Having a weak stomach made it difficult to aid someone when they're puking, the smell and sight would do me in.

I let go of his hair as he sits back on his heels with an exasperated sigh, wiping his mouth against his sleeve. He flushes the toilet and takes in a choppy breath, "I can see why he told you not to drink the water." I frown and help him back on his feet, guiding him to the bed. He collapses onto it in a heap and groans, still holding his stomach. I put the back of my hand to his forehead; he was burning up.

He needs clean water, and something to reduce his fever. Fast. "Shit," I hiss, standing up. The only thing I could think of was a cool, damp cloth against his forehead to help his fever, but there was nothing of use in here. I sigh harshly and grind the heels of my hands against my forehead in frustration. I began to pace until a thought came to mind—I started tearing the bottom of my shirt.

"What are you doing?" Noah asks, his voice sounding hoarse. "Making a makeshift rag," I mumbled, ripping my top further. When I finally tore off a decent sized rectangle, I ran into the bathroom and wet it under the sink. I know I shouldn't be using the same water that was making him sick, but I had no other choice at this point.

Kneeling beside him, I placed the rag on his forehead. He flinches, clearly not expecting the sensation as his eyes were closed, but his face softens soon after. He opens his eye; it's glossed over from the pain. "I know it's not much," I say gently, "but this is all I got until this asshole decides to bring us clean water." He nods shallowly, and all I can do is hope to God that this menace brings us food and water.

|Chapter 4|

[head-in-the-clouds-ahh]

It had been 31 days. 31 days since she saved the world. 31 days since she refused to follow the Queen’s orders. 31 days since she had gone into hiding because of it.

Blood. Fire. A bright glow. Her only hope. Scenes of the final battle flashed across her eyes still every time she closed them. And then, nothing left but desolation in her heart.

A robed man appeared in her vision.

"Hand over the Amulet of Zohris," a familiar voice sounded.

She let a dry, humorless laugh past her lips. "Auron. What a surprise."

He shifted uncomfortably. An amusing view to her.

"I don't want to cause any trouble-"

"You already have."

He shifted again, his ill-fitting robes hanging off him awkwardly. He did not seem comfortable in his position as Head Sorcerer, she observed.

She scrutinized him further. Just one month ago, he was a timid boy from a small village; her partner in arms. Odessa was, too; the Princess of Zohra had thrown away everything in her life to overthrow the evil tyrant pressing on their borders.

***

Past

“What made you want to go on this mission?”

Aelynn turned her head towards the voice. “For my sister,” she said simply.

Auron stoked the burning campfire. “What about you, Your Highness?”

There was a dry snort. “For my people,” a regal voice said. “And for the love of Zohris, call me by my name.”

Aelynn turned her head towards the new voice. “That’s really selfless of you.”

The young lad shifted in his seat. “Thanks for saving me back there, you two.”

“Happy to help,” Aelynn offered him a friendly smile. He looked around her age, maybe a little younger, perhaps fifteen, with bright blue eyes and a certain tone to his voice that revealed to her that he hadn’t experienced the harshness of life, that is, until today.

“I only saved you because you have the Spark - you know magic, and that is what we need.” A pause. “It’s nothing to thank me for.”

“Lighten up, Odessa,” Aelynn patted the older girl.

“I will not be able to unless the monster is overthrown and imprisoned in the deepest depths of the Unknown. I will use the Amulet of Zohris to do that. Let his greed come back to bite him,” Odessa said with determination.

“I really want to see the legendary Amulet of Zohris in action,” Auron said in awe.

Aelynn said nothing. She had a feeling that they were bound to go on different paths to achieve their goals, and that might just break them apart.

***

Present

"We have good intentions for the world. Odessa is a good queen-"

She interrupted him with a snort. "Of course she is."

"-and you would do well to show her some respect."

She paused. “I know.”

***

Past

“You never said why you wanted to go on this quest for your sister.” A warm mug of herb tea appeared in Aelynn’s line of vision. She took it gratefully.

“Why the sudden curiosity?” she asked.

“Stop trying to evade the question.” Aelynn could practically feel Odessa’s eye-roll as the princess sat down beside her.

Aelynn pondered her words carefully. She and Odessa had bonded over their shared determination, humor, and battle prowess since they first met. Odessa had saved her life in more than several occasions. She’d trekked for miles just to find a cure when Odessa got poisoned.

She knew that telling the truth would tear them apart. Maybe not immediately, but it would slowly worm its way between their relationship.

That was the downside of two extremely resolved people being friends: both would do anything to achieve their ambitions.

“My sister,” she paused cautiously, “saved my life when I was eight. That evil king was after my parents. They had powerful magic, you see,” she added.

“He finally got to us one day, and my sister was only twelve years old at that time, but she didn’t even hesitate before shoving me out the door to cover my escape.”

Aelynn looked at Odessa with a humorless smile. “You know what’s the ironic part? She’d inherited my parents’ magic, while I was Sparkless.”

Aelynn didn’t want to look at Odessa as she uttered the last words, but she forced herself to meet the princess’s eyes bravely.

“If anything, I should’ve saved her. That’s why I would do anything for her to be alive again.”

And she knew that the Princess of Zohra knew what she meant.

***

Present

“You know, I overheard your conversation that day,” he said.

Her head shot up.

He laughed bitterly. “I know you thought I was practicing magic. I believed you, though, when you hinted that you would use the Amulet to revive your sister. I just never thought it would turn out to be this way.”

“What else would it become?” she said coldly.

“I thought that we’d resolve the issue, come back, glorious, to Zohra, and we’d visit Odessa every once in a while, and you’d keep brewing us tea while Odessa teased me about my terrible magicking.”

She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears in, because that was exactly what she envisioned before, while sleeping in the camps they set up in the wilderness, next to her best friends.

***

Past

“We did it!” Auron laughed shakily.

Aelynn was too tired to say anything. She’d done it. She should be ecstatic, but looking around at the mourning mothers and wailing children, she felt like a boulder was dragging her down. All she wanted was to lie down and sleep. Everything hurt. The evil king slammed her head on the wall with magic during the final battle, and she had a plethora of slashes marring her body.

“Aelynn. Hand over the Amulet.”

Aelynn’s mind couldn’t register the cold and stern tone. She turned numbly towards the source of the voice.

Odessa was standing in full armor, with the emblem of Zohra, like she did before entering the final battle. It was no longer clean and pristine. Blood stained the breastplate, and sharp scratch marks were visible on the sleeves. Odessa was holding her sword, also with the emblem of Zohra seared onto it. Aelynn had seen it slay more enemies than she can count. Memorized the way the light shines off the harsh edge.

Never had she imagined that the sword would one day be pointed at her.

Auron’s eyes flitted between her and Odessa nervously. “Guys? What’s going on?”

“Aelynn,” Odessa’s voice now held an threatening edge. “Hand over the Amulet of Zohris.”

Aelynn finally found her voice. “No,” she managed to choke out.

“Aelynn. You don’t want to do this.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So don’t. Make it easy for both of us.”

“I won it from the evil king.” Aelynn knew the excuse was weaker than her voice right now, but she couldn’t do anything else.

“Suddenly you care about what that monster did?” Odessa’s voice peaked dangerously.

Aelynn couldn’t face Odessa anymore. She ran.

***

Present

“Do you know why Odessa didn’t chase you when you ran away like a coward?” he demanded. “She didn’t want to fight you. She put your friendship before her own ambitions.”

She couldn’t speak. The past was all rushing back to her.

"I'm the villain in your story," she finally concluded. The hope in his eyes dimmed visibly at that. “Go away.” She turned away, eyes too sore to keep holding the tears in.

He didn’t press her further, to her relief and… disappointment?

“I just want you to know that,” he stopped, weighing his words, “Odessa told me that she misses your company very much. She hopes that you would go back. I miss you too.”

She didn’t, no, wouldn’t turn back. She kept walking with the resolve she always had. He turned back soon after and she let her tears fall.

If only he knew that she sneaked the Amulet into his pocket.

She wanted to go back. But nothing was the same anymore.

You are the adventurer who went on an epic quest and defeated the evil king, all to gain the sacred amulet and use its one wish to revive your sister. Now everyone expects you to accept her death and use the wish to undo the damage instead. You refuse.

[senkothewarlock]

DWC #6

Day 6: Vanity & Feelings

Several weeks had passed. The wedding was now just days away as the two lovebirds sat in their tent, sharing a night together. Senko, in her usual fashion, was a few shot glasses deep as she played with both her imp and feline friend. She squinted at the cat trying to clamber on Piprot’s back, as if he were some gigantic beast of burden before breaking into a laugh.

“KITTY CLAWS HURTING.” Piprot shrieked as the cat, Galoth, held on for dear life as Pippy ran around the tent like a deranged madman.

“If he breaks something, my love, you’re cleaning it up.” Oonee said, peering at Senko through a pair of half-moon glasses.

“Not even married and I’m being bossed around~.” Senko teased, hoping her jest wouldn’t be ill received.

Oonee smirked, flicking over a depleted spool of thread. With impressive accuracy, it went splash – directly into the glass Senko was drinking from. She cocked a brow as she made eye contact with her fiancée and swished the spool around the glass.

“Thank you, dear, but I prefer ice with my booze. Wood’s better for smoking meat.” Senko said, coyly finishing the drink, hoping she doesn’t choke on sewing equipment.

The two exchanged a giggle, while Piprot had tired himself out. Galoth curled up on the imp’s body and had turned the exhausted demon into a bed. The black cat let out a soft ‘meow’ as he sought to use the imp’s mullet as a pillow.

“Three days left, sweetheart.” Oonee said, finishing a stitch.

Oonee’s tent was more of a mobile tailoring emporium. Crates of fabrics and handmade silks stocked up in the back, a sewing station in the middle beneath a softly swaying lantern and more mannequins than Orgrimmar has training dummies. The vixen lived a comfortable life in the tent, even the lining was soft to the touch.

Senko bounced in the bed slightly, adjusting her posture. Springs. What a way to live. She used the time to think back to the stark difference of her old tent. One made from army surplus canvas and bullet holes pockmarking the dull, green tones of the fabric.

A small smile crept up on the warlock’s face as she thought back to their early days. The first few nights Oonee was with the Twin Tail Caravan, she had stayed in Senko’s tent – a customary thing she offered new kin as she’d resort to sleeping outside in the wilderness on watch. Part of her felt embarrassed as she examined the luxurious purple tent. Making her crush sleep in her dilapidated tent from a war was probably not the best move.

Senko shook her head clear off rampant thoughts. At the very least, she pondered, it may have inspired such extravagance in Oonee’s home décor. She chuckled, rolling onto her side to better look at her love, beaming with a grin as wide as the crescent moons.

“I knew the pink would suit you.” Senko said, gesturing with a claw to the dress Oonee had finished working on.

“Can you believe I nearly went for blue? I’d have someone thinking I lived in Stormwind. Not to mention, the shade would’ve clashed with my eyes.” Oonee replied, holding the dress to the lantern’s light. Her craftsmanship was undeniable.

Senko couldn’t help but nod, Oonee was in her zone. She’d be a tad unresponsive for a while as she fiendishly made the final adjustments. Senko knew the zone too well; however, it was normally behind a frying pan and with an apron on.

As the warlock lay silently, staring up at the ceiling. A translucent material had covered a window Oonee made long ago so she can gaze at the stars. The vast cosmos sprawled before Senko as she rested on the bed, each star glistening like a jewel in the far reaches of the galaxy. The moons of Azeroth hung in the balance of the great dark beyond like eyes from the shadows.

She took out a notepad from her robe’s labyrinthian pockets and began to flip through pages. Shopping lists, contact information, ritual reagents, until she found the proper page: the vows she had written. In a moment of inspiration, she added one more line.

“Across the stars, from the beginning of time to the end of it, and whatever may lie between and outside of those extremes, I will always be yours.”

The yellow-coated pencil scratched away at the beige paper; her imp-scratch writing incomprehensible to nearly all – even herself. The sound of lead on paper must’ve broken Oonee’s focus as she turned off her sewing machine.

“Oh, sorry love.” Senko said, slotting her notepad away. “Didn’t mean to distract you.”

“I’ll forgive you, in time.” Oonee joked, prodding Senko in the ribs. “Speaking of time, aren’t you going to swap to something more comfortable for bed? Its nearly midnight by now, surely. You can’t sleep in those robes all the time.”

“I know, I know.” Senko said, defeatedly. She began working on undoing the copious amounts of belts, buttons, straps, and zips that held her apparel together. An amalgamation not seen since the days of GobTopic back in Bilgewater Harbour.

“I’d rather you not get blood and scraps of viscera on the fresh linen and silks, darling. It’s a nightmare to scrub out.” Oonee countered, fluffing up her pillow before helping Senko slip out of her war gear.

“Are you sure its that and not just you wanting to see my killer body?” Senko retorted, throwing her grey steel pauldron to the floor. The clanging was enough to elicit a cheer from across the camp.

“Mmmh. It certainly helps me sleep at night, knowing I got such a bulwark at my side.” Oonee finished with, draping the covering over the two. “I’d be vain too if I had your physique~.”

Vanity. Out of all the sins Senko commits and has committed, this was a new one to be accused of. As the two cuddled in the bed, exchanging a kiss of goodnight wishes, Senko pondered to herself on how fun it would be to walk into a Cathedral of the Light and take up a confession booth for a few hours. Alas, such a move would be a death sentence for a warlock.

The night passed without incident. For the wedding, the caravan had relocated to a special spot for the duo: Tanaris. The cool air from the sea crashed itself into the tents, the scent of spray and salt wafting into the nostrils of all around. The blue waves causing pure white surf to froth up at the edge of the sea within the gentle enclosure the Vulpera had claimed for the week.

It was a small spot, rocks surrounding the camp for the most part, save for a rough-hewn exit. The sea washing up close to the edges of the camp where hastily fastened logs had been erected to act as wave breakers. The only wildlife would be the birds in the sky and an overly ambitious crab, straying far too close to the tent of someone who’s specialty dish is crab cakes.

FOUR HOURS LATER, THOUSAND NEEDLES

A small crack in the fabric of space began to form and erode the matter around it. A flash of malicious green began to burn the air all around, releasing the tell-tale stench of foul sorcery: sulphur. The crack grew in size over the next ten-to-fifteen minutes, swirling softly and building up more and more of a spin.

At the climax of the quarter of the hour, the crack grew into a rift that birthed a large canoe. The canoe was wider than longer and was stylised to resemble a krolusk, a poisonous and large armoured insect that populated Vol’dun. The reason for the design was apparent – to strike fear and remind the band of Vulpera that the Faithless still stalked the world and had set its sights on Senko.

The glaive-shaped head of the insect served as the bow of the canoe, as it crashed and paddled its way through the seas. It stalked past the pillars, or ‘needles’, as the zone was known for as it grew closer and closer to one of the many pathways into southern Kalimdor. The fangstalkers were quiet, their eyes narrow and blades sharpened.

The only one to speak during the journey was the Zandalari, a self-reported scribe and demoniac by the name of Tuk’rakhul. Five years ago, he had “convinced” a claimant of the Faithless empire to give him her best troops. Seven years ago, he had manipulated a viceroy into becoming his pawn.

The soft spoken, distant, and calculating troll continued his vigil over the seas. Soon it was time for a near decade long plan to pay off. He allowed himself to smile, just this once, beneath his cephalic helmet and mask. As the night birthed the morning dawn, he began to speak to his assassins – slipping on an emerald ring.

“Tomorrow, we strike at a hated enemy of ya people! De butcherer of five villages! Slaughterer of t’ousands. The witch known as Senko!” He bellowed, demonstrating his oratory skills.

The Sethrak proved unresponsive, exactly as planned. Their hoods once bore a black arrow, tattooed onto them as a sign of servitude to their mistress. The arrow had long faded, and now a sinister green sigil reflected the light of dawn back into the sky.

Tuk’rakhul smiled. Everything was going to plan. He ran a finger over the gem on his ring and the narrow, beady eyes of the Sethrak shot open. Each pupil swirling with the colour of fel. The demoniac took inventory. He was proud of his work; five assassins had been brainwashed and moulded into the perfect team to dispatch the warlock with.

“How do ya feel?” He asked the crowd of his supplicants.

In one voice, in soulless unison, they replied: “Proud to ssssserve the empire. Proud to ssssserve you.”

Tuk’rakhul gave a grin as he placed his foot on the wooden bow as the craft rocked up to the rocky shoreline and gave the gesture for his assassins to disembark the raft. They slinked off silently and began to stalk up the desert path. Hours had past as the sun rose higher and higher. The team of assassins slithered past the city of Gadgetzan and established themselves in the dunes. Their hoods, stained with green now hid within the dunes. Within their sight was the wedding tents, now being erected. The hour was soon to be here.

(Fuck me I wrote a lot.)

[0yuri-chan0]

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Sorry i haven't been active I had family problems here and there but i hope you guys enjoy!

Paring - Scaramouche x Top! Gn Reader

Warnings - Jerking off, Tied up, Blow job

Genre - Nsfw

"Tch It would take 2 millio- Hell not even a 2 million! 2 trillions years to make me agree to something as lewd and disgraceful as that." His finger swiftly flicked your forehead trying to make a point. As you open your mouth to speak he spoke first with his index finger to your lips "Sometimes you make me think that i neglect you, do you really thin-" you cut him off before he give you another lecture "And here i am still pondering why you act like you don't want to fulfill my request." He sighed leading closer towards your body savoring your sweet smell. "You better make this count [Y/n]" "Of course my love~, would I ever forsake you?"

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"Of course I can count to 100 idiot, How old do you think I am 4!?" He would have lightly hit you on the head but seeing how his hands are tie beautifully behind his back with a pretty red bow, each of his legs tied gratifyingly to each of the legs on the chair he was siting fully on display for you "You know the rules, Scara?" He tugs on his restraints harshly "Yes, yes i know!.." Scaramouche rolls his eyes for the 5th time now. Even though his words are laced with sarcasm his cherry tip cock is standing at full attention, you wrap your hands around his base moving slowly as Scara starts counting, "100, 99... 98, 97...." purposefully picking up speed as he starts counting down "This is stupid, really"

His snarky tone made you slap his cock harshly pulling a loud groan from your helpless boyfriend. "Instead of throwing oh so very harsh comments start counting down" His head falling backwards, while biting his cheek trying to stifle his whimpers. Continuing to jerk your boyfriend off, squelching noises start to form in the background as Scara starts counting where he left off "Tsk..74, 73, 72 Mh- Ah!~" His body jerked up when you kissed his tip lightly, moving you attention to his thighs your right hand never leaving his cock. Red and purple marks appear over his light pale skin as you suck on them, reminding him who he belonged to. "S-Shit! Mh-m!" Letting out a chocked moan.

Scaramouche thrusting upwards trying to match your speed but it wasn't enough. Noticing that he stopped counting you slowed your pace on his cock only going halfway up his cock. "H-Ha why d-did you fucking slow down?" That shit-eating grin appeared on your face "Why did you stop counting, my love?~" Stopping all movement only toying with his cherry red tip. "F-Fuck, w-what M-Mhm number Sh-IT!"

You chuckle making Scara shiver "Well weren't you supposed to keep track, no?" His hands grip the ribbon that bonded them together, "Shut Ngh!~ f-fuck up and tell H-Ha! the number" Resting your left hand on this thigh while the other flicks his cock hard, leaving Scara mouth agape "42 my love, the number is 42" you purred "43, 44..." removing your hand and stroking his cock faster making him sputter out in bliss "You're supposed to be counting down, Now start back from 50."

"Your a M-Mhm!.. f-fucking H-Ha~.. m-menace" Being a good boy he did as you told him, More pre cum leaking down his shaft and starts dripping on his balls indicating that hes reaching his climax. A satisfied hum left your lips as Scara's legs start shaking "H-Hold on Mh- slooe AH!~" stuffing his dick into your warm and wet mouth pulling a loud moan from him. "shit shit Mhm sh-" rolling your tongue around his tip making Scaramouche a sputtering mess not able to understand what hes babbling on about. Jerking his hips trying to mouth fuck you with that little movement he can make. His hot seed finally shoved down your throat while you swallowed it.

"Good job you don't mind if we go another round, No?"

I hope you enjoyed this little fanfic ill be working on more in the near future! Have a nice rest of your day. - Love Yuri <3