#just figures huh? XD

[victorluvsalice]

Sadly, no, it was not -- Alice did her best, lifting weights and even going for a midday box, but by the time the timer on her resolution ran out, she still hadn’t fulfilled it. :( Ah well -- the day wasn’t a total loss, as both she and Smiler made it all the way up to Fitness skill 6! And, hilariously, I think VICTOR ended up achieving the level of fitness the game wanted from Alice from his climbing session. Maybe I should have put Alice on the rock wall instead. . .

Anyway -- with the resolution officially failed, I decided it was time for Alice to relax and sent her to go chill (metaphorically) in the hot tub downstairs while directing Victor and Smiler to join the energy-centering yoga class on offer. Victor was successfully able to claim a mat -- but for some reason, Smiler could not, despite my best efforts. O.o Not sure what is going on there. . .at any rate, since they couldn’t do yoga with Victor, I sent them downstairs to soak in the hot tub as well. As you can see, both they and Alice chose their most ridiculous outfits for said soak. XD I don’t even REMEMBER giving that particular bathing suit/cover-up combo to Alice -- are you sure you didn’t pull that out of the CAS ether, girl?

However, it soon became apparent that, for whatever reason, neither Alice nor Smiler wanted to stay in the hot tub -- so instead I had them decamp to the nearby sauna for some steam! This seemed to suit them perfectly, with them laughing and joking as they enjoyed the hot coals. Victor went down to join them once the yoga class was done -- followed by Nalani! Do you remember Nalani? She’s Smiler’s mermaid friend from a little while back, and the face of Island Living. She didn’t sit down and actually indulge in the steam proper, but she hung out with the gang for a while, shooting the shit and renewing her friendship with Smiler. It was just a nice chill time all around for everybody -- again, metaphorically speaking. XD

[avirael]

The Frozen Lake

It was the third day since he had stopped feeling like dying.

About a week ago he had woken up from his far too lifelike fever dream and a few days later the last spikes of the fever itself had been gone too just like the hallucinations it had brought in his sleep.

He still had been sick though and welcomed Rael telling him to stay in bed until he was perfectly healthy again all too eagerly.

While he still sneezed every now and then, it was at least tolerable now, still annoying but he didn’t feel incredibly uncomfortable anymore.

That day, just like the last and also the ones before that, he had awoken late. Against Rael’s order to stay in bed he had found the courage to get up and take a look out of the window. It was a sunny day, which in Coerthas still meant that it was bitterly cold though. But the sun was shining brightly and already high in the sky too which meant it had to be almost midday. He had slept way too long again, way to many hours for a surprisingly dreamless sleep. Or maybe it was exactly the lack of dreams that allowed him to finally rest, after all in the past there rarely had been good ones…

For a moment he considered to go downstairs and ask for a late breakfast if that wasn’t too insolent given the late hour but then a knock sounded from the door.

Quickly he hurried back to bed, just in case it was Rael, but the person who carefully peeked into the room a few seconds later wasn’t a viera.

“Ah, you are awake! That’s good!”, Haurchefant exclaimed happily and brought a small tray with hot soup and also something warm to drink. “It is so late already, you must be horribly hungry. Alphinaud checked in on you earlier but you were still fast asleep and he didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

A little uncertain on how to answer to that, A’viloh just nodded. Haurchefant grinned, put down a mug on the bedside table and handed A‘viloh a comfortingly warm bowl filled with some rather delicious smelling stew.

Instead of fetching the chair from the small desk by the window, Haurchefant sat down at the lower end of the bed balancing the tray with his own lunch on his knees. Rael once told him that ishgardian society had an absurd amount of strict and antiquated rules and so A’viloh couldn’t help but wonder, that although it seemed like a very appropriate distance to him, in Haurchefant’s hometown the fact alone that he dared to sit on someone else’s bed was probably scandalous.

“I hope you don’t mind me having lunch with you.”, the Elezen asked as he noticed A‘viloh staring.

Quickly the Miqo’te lowered his gaze to his bowl of soup. “Not at all.”, he muttered and tried a spoonful of the food just to change the topic. “Mhh, this is very good!”, he mumbled, still chewing, surprised by how good this really was compared to the bland food and bitter teas Rael had usually brought him these last few days. It must have been the Viera’s way of punishing him for running away.

Haurchefant laughed and then for a while they ate in silence.

“You look a lot healthier already.”, the Elezen stated after a while with an amiable smile on his face before taking a sip from his mug.

A‘viloh shrugged a little embarrassed, since it had been his own fault that he hadn’t been well in the first place. “Only because all of you took so good care of me.”

Haurchefant nodded. “You know, you had us all horribly worried right?”

“Sorry about that.”, he said and guitily looked into his mug.

Curiously Haurchefant eyed him for a moment. “Why did you do that anyway? Run out into the storm.”

A bit surprised A’viloh looked up. Had they all thought he had done this on purpose? “There wasn’t a storm when I left! What do I know about weather? I didn’t expect it to start snowing, let alone that much!”

That made the Elezen chuckle again but he still looked at him expecting an answer.

“Still… why did you leave?”

“I assumed Rael told you…”, A’viloh replied not sure what Haurchefant wanted to hear exactly. He nodded. “Rael did. But maybe I want to hear it from you…”

A’viloh sighed. His plan hadn’t been very smart and he felt a little uncomfortable having to explain his reasons to someone else, when in retrospect it didn’t make much sense even to his own ears.

“You know the… circumstances under which we fled Ul’dah… I couldn’t… um… the fact that we didn’t even know what happened to our friends… I wanted to find out, because it doesn’t seem fair to me that we escaped while all of them didn’t…”

“Mhh…”, Haurchefant nodded thoughtfully but let go off the topic for now. Instead he asked, „And how are you feeling today?”

Somehow that question confused A’viloh even more.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a simple question, isn’t it?”, he said still smiling politely.

Of course it was a simple question. Just the answer felt unreasonable complicated to him. To make things even more difficult people who asked such a question usually wanted to hear “I‘m fine, and you?” or “Very good, thank you.” for an answer and rarely the truth. They certainly didn’t want to hear “A few days ago I was convinced I was going to die and honestly it wasn’t that bad, so now I‘m still not sure wether I am happy to still be alive or not”.

“Alright… I guess.”, he mumbled instead. He had never been a good liar and could only hope that this fact wasn’t too obvious for the Elezen.

“You know what?”, Haurchefant proclaimed after watching him thoughtfully for a second. “Today is a wonderful day. We should go for a walk.”

“A walk?!”, A’viloh exclaimed wide-eyed, as if he had just asked something unreasonable of him.

“Why not?”

A’viloh couldn’t think of a good reason why not, other than that he was supposed to stay in bed, so he shrugged.

“Where’s Rael?”, he asked instead.

Haurchefant smirked. “Do you need Rael’s permission to go outside?”

“Of course not.”, the Miqo’te protested. “But Rael will be mad if I run off again, especially against their orders to stay in bed.”

“Rael and Alphinaud went to the observatory earlier.”, Haurchefant explained. “We’ll be back before they are, I promise.”

What was A’viloh supposed to say against that and also against the expectant look on the Elezen’s face. He took another glimpse towards the window and decided that it looked nice enough to go outside.

“Fine.”

“Good!”, Haurchefant exclaimed happily and collected their empty bowls and mugs. “There should be warm clothes for you in the wardrobe. If you need anything else just ask someone. I’ll wait for you by the northern gate.”

After Haurchefant had left, A’viloh remained sitting in his bed for a moment longer contemplating on the Elezen’s question. Yes, he felt better again. But better in what comparison? Better than a few days ago when he had felt and also been half-dead? Though he didn’t feel sick anymore now, there still was a weigh on his heart. From his plan that had failed so spectacularly and even more so from the dreams he wouldn’t have minded to keep on dreaming forever.

Vehemently he shook his head and decided not to think about that now or he would just crawl back under the blanket of his comfortably warm bed again. Instead he got up and took a look into the wardrobe. Almost none of these were his own clothes of course since all he possessed were the ones he had worn on his body that day they fled Ul’dah. Very unsuitable for this climate. But neither did he see the borrowed clothes he had worn that night when he had tried to run away. Everything in here looked even softer and warmer like someone had wanted to make sure he was feeling comfortable. To his surprise the things didn’t look that much too big for him either, unlike his last set of clothes. Besides a few Hyur most people here at Camp Dragonhead were grown up Elezen but these clothes looked like they belonged to neither. Maybe it were clothes for Elezen children, he wondered and also thought that in that case someone must have brought them here just for him.

Grateful for so much effort he picked a few pieces and got dressed. Lazily he ran his fingers through his hair to get rid of the worst knots but the look into the small mirror at the washbasin, where his tired face stared back at him reproachfully, just made him sigh. Once he was ready he took the warm coat out of the wardrobe too and went out to look for Haurchefant. Just as he had said, the Elezen was standing by the gate that led to the north-east, towards the ruins of the Steel Vigil.

From afar Haurchefant already recognised the Miqo’te, his bright red hair a singularity among all the people living here. Pleasantly smiling as always he waved at him and A’viloh couldn’t help but smile a little too and wave back as he hurriedly walked towards him.

“There you are! I see the clothes fit you nicely.”

A’viloh nodded.

“They do. Thank you very much for these.”

Haurchefant dismissively waved with one hand. “It’s the least I could do…”

But he had done a lot more than that, A’viloh thought. “I think there’s more I need to thank you for. Rael told me it was you who saved my life.”

“Mhhh…”, Haurchefant tilted his head as if he wasn’t sure if this statement was entirely the truth. “Rael is too humble. They played a bit of a role in that too. After all it was Rael who noticed you were gone. And it was also Rael who didn’t leave your bedside and tried their best to heal you.”

A’viloh remembered waking up and finding the usually quite touch-averse viera cuddled up to him with a look on their face so horribly sad like he had never seen on them before. Rael had pretended it was nothing but it had been a very unconvincing performance. Asked about it Alphinaud had only offered a few sentences about how worried Rael had looked and how they had used all kinds of spells he himself had never seen or heard of before, all of it to try and save him. It had made him feel even more guilty for his stupidity.

So maybe Haurchefant was right. But still it had been him who had risked going out into the storm to find him.

“Anyway. I still want to thank you! Honestly.”, he insisted. But how honestly was it really?

Sure, he was glad to still be alive. After all his plan hadn’t been to run out into a blizzard and freeze to death, although some of them seemed to think that was the case. But once he found himself in this situation he had to admit that he had welcomed his fate rather willingly. A fact that shocked even himself a little looking back at it now.

“You’re welcome. After all you wouldn’t be any help to your friends frozen to death out there.”, Haurchefant joked with a wry smile on his lips.

“I guess not...”, A’viloh muttered, the topic of his friends making his mood visibly sink again.

Of course the Elezen noticed and his smile turned into a playful grin. “But I acted a little selfish too, you know? I think Camp Dragonhead is a lot friendlier with your company and I would like to have you and your pretty smile around a little longer.”

For a moment A’viloh’s eyes shot up to look at the others face before he quickly pretended that something somewhere a little bit to his left was a lot more interesting. Sometimes Haurchefant randomly said things, A’viloh hadn’t had the slightest idea how to react to. Not because he was that oblivious but simply because it puzzled him. Nonetheless the air suddenly didn’t feel that cold anymore on his face.

Haurchefant was always very kind to him. Well, he mostly was kind to everybody but sometimes he seemed to admire him especially. Him of all people, although there was nothing special about him. Haurchefant sometimes spoke of him like he was one of the greatest heroes of all time and it felt so ridiculous to him. He was just silly, cowardly A‘viloh! What had he ever achieved in his miserable life to justify such admiration? The people called him a Warrior of Light but wasn’t that some grand overstatement? Some days he thought all of this had been a horrible mistake. A great misunderstanding! Then he wondered how he had ever gotten entangled in this madness in the first place and also if he ever would get out of it again. But what else should he do with his life anyway...

While A’viloh’s brain still screeched in desperate search for a proper response, Haurchefant seemed to realise he had flustered him and glossed it over by gesturing to the gate.

“How about we walk a few yalms? There’s something you need to see!”

Still too dumbstruck to speak or to even wonder what the Elezen was talking about, A’viloh nodded and then proceeded to follow him out into the snowy landscape.

After a few minutes Haurchefant paused and took a deep breath. “Isn’t the air wonderful today?”

A’viloh followed his example, breathed deeply and let his gaze wander over the snow covered landscape with a few pines here and there and the mountains and ruins of the Steel Vigil in the distance. The air was cool and fresh, still cold enough that the warm sun couldn’t melt the snow. Instead the rays of sunshine made the scenery shine and sparkle as if everything was covered not in ice but in millions over millions of tiny diamonds.

“It is.”, he answered and smiled, surprised how beautiful this inhospitable landscape could be, before with a sudden spark of curiosity he finally asked. “Where are we going?”

“It’s not far anymore.”, Haurchefant said with a grin on his face and pointed into another direction. Shortly after and only a bit further ahead they reached a small lake.

As they got closer A‘viloh noticed that it not only was covered in a layer of snow and ice but also that quite a few off-duty soldiers, given the proximity to the camp he assumed they had to be, were standing right on top of the frozen lake. No, they were not quite standing. It looked more like they were dancing or flying maybe. More or less gracefully they moved over the lake‘s surface in fluid swift strides, some just moving in wide circles and other swirling around this way or that. A’viloh had never seen something like this and it looked strange and impossible but at the same time very beautiful to him.

The two of them had almost reached the lake by then, A’viloh a few steps ahead to get a better look at the wondrous people on the ice and he already wanted to ask how they did that, when his attention was drawn elsewhere by a curious squawking sound.

“Oh! Look at them!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed, his fascinated smile still turning a little brighter, as he gestured to a small flock of wild geese resting at the shore of the lake. With ruffled feathers they sat closely huddled together at the edge of the ice and suddenly A‘viloh couldn’t help but worry about them. They looked so unbothered by his presence, sleeping through the day and all the hubbub around them, looking all exhausted and frozen with their puffed up feathers. Like anything could happen to them and they wouldn’t even mind.

Strangely he wondered what he himself had looked like when Haurchefant had found him unconscious in the snow. He must have been a pitiful sight. Had the Elezen thought him beyond saving too, just like he himself had. What if he had found him a little later or not at all? Maybe that would have been better, a voice murmured to him just like it had so many times before and for a moment, tempted by the grief heavy on his heart once again, he almost believed it.

But no, he would be dead then and while he would have liked to imagine that this would mean he could be with his loved ones again, it was not exactly what either of the tribes he had lived with believed.

Vaguely he remembered his father working for hours, digging a grave at what used to be Wellwick Wood. An elderly woman too exhausted by their long journey, his grandmother if he remembered correctly, had died shortly after they had arrived there. With a sad smile on his face his father had explained to his children, who had stared down into the hole in the ground with confusion in their eyes, how by returning her body to the earth there could still grow new life from this death.

Or the drake tribe of the Sagolii Desert, who always burned their dead and left the ashes to be carried away by the desert wind, believing that it would make it easier for the deceased‘s aether to return to the Aetheric Sea and create something new elsewhere.

With a sudden sharp pain in his heart A’viloh realised that neither of the people he loved had gotten the burial they would have wanted for themselves. And neither had A‘viloh himself wanted to die in the coldness of Coerthas and be forever forgotten under a thick layer of snow and ice. He had thought about dying before but never had he been this close to it. For a second he wondered if this was something worth speaking to Rael about, but he wasn’t sure they wouldn’t misunderstand and get mad at him again.

“Why do you make such a sad face now?”, Haurchefant asked having noticed the smile slip from the Miqo’te’s face. But A’viloh just vehemently shook his head and focused on the geese again.

“They must be horribly cold.”, he wondered in a voice that suggested he already planned to take all of them to the safety of his comfortably warm room.

Haurchefant chuckled. “Don’t worry, they survived the storm out here after all. They keep each other warm, that’s why you‘ll rarely see one of them alone. A bit like you and your friends.”

“Maybe…”, A’viloh answered thinking about this comparison for a moment. “I just wish it wouldn’t always be me who needs to be taken care of. But as proven in Ul’dah and now once again I am simply too weak and useless to keep myself alive, not to mention anyone else.”

The Elezen’s face got a little stern as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t say that, I am sure it’s not true! This was just bad luck! You are neither weak nor useless!”

A’viloh shrugged. “But that’s how I feel right now...”

Slowly Haurchefant nodded before speaking again with a silent but determined voice. “Listen. I‘ll never forget how bravely you fought for Francel although you barely knew him. You could have gotten yourself in trouble with that and you helped him anyway.”

“It’s not like I did that on my own -”, A’viloh tried to protest but was immediately interrupted. “But you still helped! And I’m sure even without Rael you would have done so!”

Another shrug was all Haurchefant got in response, so the Elezen thought for a second before making an offer. “You want to make yourself useful, right? Get stronger? I could teach you how to fight like a real ishgardian knight, with sword and shield. Or we have some dragoons at Camp Dragonhead too! I’m sure there’s a lot you could learn from them.”

A‘viloh‘s face turned to disbelief. “I really don’t think I could fight with armor and weapons this heavy…”

“You can’t say so if you don’t try! And I have you know that dragoon armors are surprisingly light. How do you think they could still be this agile otherwise? Promise me to at least try training with them a little!”

He didn’t really want to agree to that. He knew he would make a fool of himself. But how could he say no with Haurchefant trying everything in his power to cheer him up. Weakly he shook his head and muttered: “Fine…”

“Perfect!”, Haurchefant exclaimed with a bright smile on his face. “I think an early reward for your efforts is appropriate then!”

Confused A’viloh watched him take a small bag off of his shoulders, which he hadn’t even noticed until now. For a moment the Elezen was busy undoing a knot before he opened the bag and presented to A‘viloh a set of two weirdly shaped blades attached to pieces of wood with leather straps. He had no idea what these constructs were meant to do and that was plainly visible on his face. “What’s that?”

“Ice skates of course!”, Haurchefant said as if that would explain it all but the Miqo’te‘s face remained clueless, so Haurchefant gestured to the lake behind them. “You attach them to your boots so you can walk on the ice like this!”

“Oh!”, A’viloh exclaimed as he understood what Haurchefant was planning. “I don’t think-… I mean I‘ve never-… You don’t really want me to step on that lake do you?” The idea somehow scared him.

“Why not?”, Haurchefant asked for the second time today with this smile that made the question sound like a challenge.

“It’s just a bit of ice!”, A‘vi objected. “What if it breaks?”

The Elezen shook his head and proceeded to fasten the metal blades beneath his boots. “Ah, don’t worry. The ice is thick enough, it will take at least a few more days to melt.”

“I don’t know…”, was all A’viloh replied as Haurchefant pressed another pair of skates into his hands. But the Elezen remained determined and took a few wobbly steps through the snow and onto the ice. “See! I can stand on it and it doesn’t break! You are a lot lighter than me, so why wouldn’t you be able to?”

Oh, you don’t know my bad luck!, A‘viloh thought but Haurchefant didn’t look like he would take that for an excuse. Instead he stretched out a hand towards the Miqo’te. “Come one! Believe me, this is going to be funny!”

For a second A‘viloh pondered his options. The idea of nothing but a little bit of ice between him and the water still terrified him but Haurchefant seemed so excited about this and the other people actually seemed to have fun too. Maybe he should at least pretend to try... Reluctantly he sat down on a rock and tried to put on the skates just like Haurchefant had done a moment ago.

“The clasp on the back too. Make sure none of them are loose… Yes, that looks fine!”, Haurchefant helpfully explained. As A’viloh got up, he almost flopped right back down into the snow. It was a weird feeling to balance his whole weight on only two thin pieces of metal. As he carefully took the first few steps towards the lake Haurchefant reached out for him once more. “Here! Take my hand! I don’t want you to fall…”

Hesitantly A‘vi stepped onto the ice and immediately felt like the ground was being pulled away beneath his feet. He struggled for balance, feeling himself falling backwards, so Haurchefants arm was a very welcome thing to hold on to.

With a chuckle the Elezen tried to loosen A‘vi‘s desperate grip on his arm and instead took each of his hand in one of his own before carefully making slow steps backwards pulling A‘viloh over the ice, which A’vi could swear was making suspicious crackling sounds below them. There was no way to tell the blades beneath his feet not to move, so all A’viloh could do was try not to fall and plead to Haurchefant with ears flat on his head and panic in his eyes, as he slowly was pulled further onto the lake. “No, no, no. Take me back, that’s a horrible idea!”

“Calm down. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise.”, Haurchefant said soothingly and continued to explain to him how to move on the ice skates. And in fact the Elezen’s calm voice slowly made A’viloh feel less anxious. His hands, frantically clasping at Haurchefant’s, relaxed along with his legs. It was still a weird feeling to be standing on the ice but now it felt a lot easier to remain balanced. He glanced at the people around them while remaining as still as possible, studied their movements for a moment and then tentatively tried to mimic the way they slowly pushed their feet above the slippery surface. To his surprise he really moved forward without much effort and also without feeling the sensation of falling again, closer to Haurchefant who had steadied him with his outstretched arms so far.

“See! It’s not that difficult.”, he said while making another step backwards so A’viloh had to follow with another step forward. The Miqo’te, strangely excited about the fact that he was actually moving on these weird ice-blades, laughed happily. “You are even going backwards!”

Haurchefants laughed. “One step after the other. Let’s teach you how to go forward first, hm? I‘ll let go off one of your hands but don’t worry, I still got you. One feet after the other just like you did before…”

In fact it almost felt easier now that he could use one of his arms to balance himself. Very slowly at first they floated above the icy surface of the lake but soon A‘viloh got braver. Once he almost lost his balance but for a comparably tall and strong person like Haurchefant it seemed like a very easy task to keep a small Miqo’te on his feet. Almost falling had felt like a shock for a second but only moments later they were laughing about it and in the end A’viloh was surprised and also a little proud how quickly he had learned and how much fun this was.

He wasn’t sure how much time they spent there on the frozen lake but at some point a bell sounded from the nearby Camp. Startled A’viloh looked up (and almost lost his balance again). “How late is it? I’m sure you have more important things to do than this! I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from doing your work.”

But Haurchefant just laughed and teased, “What could be more important than prove to you that not all of Coerthas is a deadly wasteland trying to kill you? But I think we really should return soon. I don’t want you to get cold again and after all we also don’t want Rael to find out about this little excursion, do we?”

For a second A’viloh wished the viera could see him now and wondered what their reaction would be like. The thought made him chuckle.

And as they floated, one last circle around the lake, A’viloh couldn’t help but wonder that maybe it was happy moments like this. The reason he was still here. Moments that made his life worth living.

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inspired by the poem The Reversal by Leila Chatti

[phoenixcatch7]

‘came from a fissure in the ground’ SHUT UP DEMISE CAME FROM THE DEPTHS SHUT UP

[littlefireball]

OK hear me out please but Vampire Yeosang x Human virgin reader? Where yeosamg is actually very sweet and she was surrendered to him as a slave but he doesn't treat her as such but more as a lover and ends up taking her virginity??

oh that's a good idea~thx for your request 😃but sorry im not good at writing something sweet XD Here you go~

ʏꜱ|ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ (ᴍ)

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ|ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

Masterlist

What if vampires want to drink human blood? They could opt to risk being exposed and hunt humans, or, for a more secure approach, purchase slaves from the underground market, although the standard may be spotty. Alternatively, there might be vampires who have forsaken human blood altogether, but Yeosang couldn't. Human blood remained the most palatable, surpassing that of any other creature.

Today marked the fifth time this week that he had come to the underground market. He was still searching for his 'food'. His yearning for control was nonexistent; all he craved was the exquisite taste of blood, nothing more. Thus, when a disgusting man attempted to sell him slaves while referring to them as cute pets, he scoffed.

"Please forgive me, my lord." You knelt on the ground, begging for forgiveness. This is something that happens almost every day, only this time it's not in the private room. "You fucking bitch! Can't even handle such small things?" With a fierce motion, he hurled the glass from his grasp towards your back. The shards erupted into a cascade, leaving your back abruptly stained with crimson. The man's thunderous rebuke and your sweet scent seized Yeosang's focus, revealing you in tears, quivering with emotion.

You did nothing wrong, only rejected to provide a special service to the client. But you were beaten and punished severely for this very reason.

"Useless bitch!Send her to jail!" It was a fate far worse than death, yet you chose to endure it. Opting for a torturous demise would have been a better decision, sparing you from the company of those repulsive men, literally.

As you were on the brink of being whisked away, a figure seized your wrist with an unexpected grip. His skin radiated an unusual chill, starkly contrasting with that of ordinary individuals. Locking eyes with his piercing crimson gaze sent a shiver coursing through you, leaving you with an unsettling sense of foreboding.

You knew he was a vampire.

"Release her." Yeosang said, his voice tingled with a hint of impatience. He found himself puzzled by his own curiosity, but never mind, it wasn't a big deal anyway. "Who are you?Huh?A popinjay?" The man chortled heartily, devoid of any sense of admiration as he gazed upon Yeosang's opulent ensemble. "A man you will regret for angering him forever." The man trembled at the mere sight of Yeosang, no words necessary, as his presence alone exuded power and authority.

"Release her and don't make me twice." Yeosang warned him with a deep voice, making the man swallow hard and not dare to look at him. "Re…release her…"The bindings that held your wrists captive were finally undone, and he delicately lowered your hands, as though he feared causing you any discomfort. "Wrap yourself in this," he instructed, draping the cloak over your shoulders and giving you a reassuring pat. In that moment, he appeared to embody two distinct personas.

"I…I give her to you. How you deal with it is your business." The man turned away without looking back. Although he didn't receive the money, he didn't want any more trouble.

"He leaves and you are free now." Yeosang whispered softly, stirring your heartstring. "Take care of yourself. I gotta go."

Just as he was preparing to depart, you took hold of his icy hand and implored him, "Might I become your slave? I promise to be obedient and fulfill your every desire." Even as a creature of the night, his gentleness was a rarity among humans. You were uncertain if servitude to him was truly a blessing, but it certainly seemed preferable to a lifetime of confinement in this place.

"And would you want my blood…?" You hesitated, bowing your head, uncertain if your inquiry was too forward. "Are you aware of what you speak?" Yeosang crouched down to lift your chin, locking eyes with you. "I…I understand. You are a…vam…vampire," He appeared mildly taken aback, yet swiftly composed himself. "But don't you want to go anywhere?" You shook your head. "There is nowhere. I humbly request to remain by your side."

"Then just follow me if you're not scared." —---- You delicately sliced your wrist with the blade, allowing the crimson liquid to cascade into the crystal goblet. This exquisite feast was meticulously crafted for Yeosang each evening. He never bites you, for fear of causing you harm, and for fear of revealing his identity through visible traces.

"I'm back, Y/N." His voice resonated from a short distance, prompting you to dash towards the door. "Welcome home~" You enveloped him in a warm embrace, a delightful surprise at how eagerly you anticipated his arrival. "How was your day?" You tilted your head to capture the warmth in his affectionate gaze. "Tired." He buried his head in your neck, nuzzling like a kitten. "But I feel better after seeing you." He beamed, tenderly stroking your hair with a loving touch. The alluring scent of your skin never fails to captivate him, prompting him to rub your neck.

"You are exaggerating~I've prepared your dinner." With a grin, you assisted him in removing his attire and ensuring his comfort before making your way to the kitchen to fetch a goblet of blood. "Thank you," he expressed his gratitude with a smile as he indulged in his beverage.

He never regarded you as a mere slave, perhaps one could even argue that he treated you as a companion, or perhaps something even deeper. However, you were hesitant to entertain any further thoughts. Your fondness for him was undeniable, yet his true feelings remained a mystery to you.

After all, you were a slave from the black market, and he was your master. There was a huge gap.

"Why do you look at my face? Is it something there?" His words pulled you back to reality. "Nothing. Just watching some beautiful things." A joyful smile graced his lips, yet he soon pretended to be cold. He would not tell you he loves your praise. But of course, you knew him well.

"Allow me to assist you in getting ready for a bath." As you gracefully rose from your seat, he gently halted your movement with the sound of your name escaping his lips. "Y/N?" "How may I be of service to you?" With a tender touch, he guided you to settle on his lap, causing your eyes to widen in astonishment.

"Just stay with me for a while." Leaning his head against your shoulder, he enveloped you in his arms. Although it was not the initial occurrence of such intimacy between you two, you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spreading across your cheeks.

You sensed a weariness that seemed to envelop him. While human blood possesses the power to rejuvenate a vampire's vigor, your own appearance is insufficient. Perhaps he craves something more exquisite, something tantalizingly rich—heart blood. This rare elixir, the most coveted of all, manifests only when a vampire has marked their mate.

"Ma…master?" "Hm?" He murmured, slowly opening his eyes to meet your gaze, even though he was on the brink of slumber. "You mentioned that heart blood can heal a vampire. Would you like to partake of it?" He hesitated, taken aback by your unexpected question. "Yes, but this is not something you can drink just by thinking about it."

"How could I get it?" A smirk played on his lips as he heard your words. "You can't get it because you are not a vampire," "But you could get it…from me."His eyes widened, all drowsiness vanishing in an instant. "It's not kidding, Y/N. Marking hurts and you may not handle it. I don't want to harm─" You wrapped around his shoulder, silencing his words with a kiss.

This move used up all your courage.

"You saved me, and now my life belongs to you." "Won't you regret it?There is no turning back." You shook your head, gently cradling his face. "Never." Upon hearing your declaration, he pounced you onto the sofa. "Tell me if it hurts." He whispered against your lips before claiming you into a passionate kiss.

In truth, he recognized you as his soulmate from the moment your paths crossed. However, he restrained his primal instincts to mark you, for he wished to shield you from any potential harm. The painful recollections lingered in his thoughts, fueling his desire to avenge any who dared to hurt you.

"Mine." His kisses trailed down to your neck and his teeth sank into it, causing blood flow out from the wounds. You hissed at the pain and dug your nails into his nape. "Godness, you are so sweet, honey." You became a mess at his words as it was the first time he called you like this. Yeosang sneaked to your collarbone, dropping a trail of kisses while biting harshly to leave a mark.

His fingers settled under the bands of your panties after he sat up straight, tearing them into a fragment. You gasped at his sudden move, but before you could say anything, his fingers diving for your wet lower core. "Look at you, you're so beautiful." One finger being thrusted in slowly, making you bite your lips because you were not used to it. He pulled out and another finger followed, moving in and out at a slow pace.

"Gosh…" You rolled your hips and your toes curl together, feeling he go faster and deeper each time you let out a soft whimper. Throwing your head on the armrest, your face turned red as if oxygen was out of your lungs. Yeosang leaned down to sink his teeth into your skin again, the pain and the pleasure crushed you at the same time, pushing you into a total messiness.

"C'mon, honey. I know you want to cum, cum for me. Let me see what you've got." Your mouth fell into an 'O' form and a choppy moan left your lips. His fingers pushed upward to scratch your wet wall and hit your soft flesh from time to time, bringing you to the peak. "Ma…Master…!" Before you could form a complete sentence, you squirted all over his forearm and even his thighs.

"I…I apologize." You covered your face with embarrassment. "Don't say sorry, you're doing well." He removed your hand and pecked at your lips. "I just have to prepare you well. Ready for me? Angel." "Yes, yes, please." A smile played on his lips and he took off his pants, exposing himself fully.

Your lips bore the burden of his touch once more, pulled in by an irresistible warmth. His tender kisses, gentle bites, and soft sucking, along with his teasing tongue, led you to willingly follow his lead. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, granting him access to explore every inch.

His delicate touch grazed over your sensitive nerves, sending a shiver down your spine. He caressed your thighs, your derriere, before lifting them and encircling his powerful waist. In silence, he positioned himself at your entrance and entered with a powerful thrust.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, overwhelmed by his impressive size, a wave of satisfaction washing over you, leaving you momentarily breathless. Your head reclined against the sofa's edge and he began to move with a steady rhythm.

You raised your head and let out a soft sigh, your hands gently grasping the back of his head, giving him permission to carry on with his movements. The sensation of soft flesh being hitted made you blush, and your body quivered. Observing this, he playfully intensified his rhythm in that exact spot.

"Ma…master…hmm!" The sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the lavishly decorated bathroom, his passionate movements causing you to gasp in delight. "Oh…my dearest Y/N," Yeosang whispered against your chest, finding where the heart blood is. "Find it." Before you could react, he bit your chest with a great force and you screamed in pain. He pulled you up to settle you on his lap, pushing upward while drinking your blood.

In an unexpected surge, he plunged with fervor, striking precisely at the core of your being. "It hurts!!" "You can take this, Y/N." The exquisite agony enveloped your senses, clouding your awareness and ensnaring your very nerves, rendering you utterly defenseless.

Tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes, your brow knitted in distress, and a heart-wrenching cry escaped your lips, betraying your suffering. Your body quaked, slick with cold perspiration, as your limbs grew increasingly feeble. But he didn't stop, kept colliding with your deepest part without mercy by holding tight your waist.

"Be mine, Y/N." He let out a low, satisfied groan as he reached his peak deep inside you, sealing the bond. Gradually easing his pace, he withdrew from your body. As the bond solidified, Yeosang felt a surge of power, and miraculously, your complexion returned to its natural hue, blemishes vanishing, save for the scar on your chest - a testament to Yeosang's mark.

"Sorry, it hurts." You shook your head before resting on his chest. "I would do anything for you."

"Thank you, Y/N."

"I should be the one who said that. Thank you, master."

"Don't call me Master." Your gaze met again as he lifted your chin. "Call me Yeosang." He pressed his lips against yours with all his love and tenderness.

"I love you, Yeosang."

[loupy-mongoose]

I wish my art motivation and my "want-to-move-the-story-along" motivation would get along, lol.

There's so much I rather would've drawn for this, but my brain is still in the Hisui rot. So, I'll have to make due.

Speech guide:

Randy's speech Jamie's speech (Pokespeak in parentheses) ~~Telepathy is in... these things... Whatever they're called. XD~~

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The group spread out among the foliage, keeping their eyes keen and calling out Midas' name.

As they searched, Akoya sent her husband a private vent.

~~Rrrrrrrrrgggghhh! ~~ ~~Why'd she have to come with us?!~~ ~~We'll find him fine on our own, then get right back to her. She doesn't need to babysit us! What threat do we pose anyway??~~

Randy struggled to suppress a sigh. ~~I know, Hon. But we really shouldn't do anything to upset her. We're on her turf right now, and she seems to be a high authority on it.~~

~~Huh. Well I'll be happy to be done with this and back home safely in Paldea.~~

~~I know. Believe me, I know. But let's just focus on one thing at a time, okay? Right now we need to make our way to Midas without her figuring out we can feel him.~~

Randy felt a stab of regret from her direction, and glance at her to see her giving him a remorseful look.

~~...I'm sorry.~~

Randy struggled to hide shock from Jamie.

~~For what?~~

~~For being difficult...~~ ~~Thank you for being patient with me, and... all this...~~

Seeing that Jamie was searching facing away from them, he met his wife's eyes and gave her a warm smile.

~~Of course, Akoya!~~ ~~I look forward to having Midas back and getting a chance to really talk in private.~~

Akoya sighed lightly.

~~Me too...~~

Midaaaas!

The pink-and-blue Mew perked up his ears, his tear-stained eyes opening wide.

(Mamah?)

His companion, a fluffy pink and russet Mew, also looked toward the calling voice. A purr was rattling from her in an attempt to calm the poor child she'd come across and curled around reassuringly.

Suddenly the young Mew bolted, startling his companion into silence.

(MAMAH!)

Midas slammed into his mother's chest. His voice came out as a whimper.

(Mamah...)

After a brief shock, Akoya smiled and hugged the little Mew close under her chin, and her eyes welled with tears. Midas... Oh thank Arceus...

Midas' fluffy companion flew up and nuzzled Jamie's head. Before Randy could comment on her, the girl gave her a startled look, but quickly recomposed herself.

(Hey, Jamie! Good to see you!)

It's good to see you too! But... a little surprising. Randy caught the quickest dart of her eyes in their direction. Clearly she was implying something, but what that was, he had no idea.

The stranger Mew smiled at the three newcomers. There was an... odd gleam in her eyes, but she turned back to Jamie, not giving any chance to ponder it.

Randy and Akoya exchanged glances. There was no avoiding it this time. She'd caught them all red-handed.

The man sighed. Yes, we all understand it.

Akoya's face turned serious, although she couldn't hide the shock she'd received. How did you know?

Educated guess. You reacted when Clover mentioned the bag. The red-haired girl met Akoya's eyes, but she appeared neutral, rather than hostile. Randy noticed that that subtle curiosity had returned.

Beside him, he saw his wife shudder. ...I don't like how sharp you are...

Much to Randy's surprise, Jamie gave a regretful smile. Force of habit. She took a snappy breath, as if to recenter herself, and straightened her postured. Shall we move on to the house?

The three Lindens looked at each other and nodded, and they set off again. But before they went far, Jamie turned to look at Akoya once more.

...So, did Midas call you "Mama"?

Feeling a wave of exasperation from Akoya, Randy answered for her, desperate to escape this weird dance of secrets they'd ended up in. We'll explain later. Can we just get somewhere where we can breathe?

The group continued on as the sun began to sink. Jamie's fluffy Mew buddy, Pari, floated leisurely around them, sometimes humming happily, sometimes picking up a chat with Jamie. Sometimes they would pass folks on the road, and Pari would wave cheerfully or let them pet her as she purred.

Randy realized then what Jamie had meant about this being a safe place for Midas to be lost at. Clearly the locals were used to having a Mew around--or two, if Jovie was as friendly and close to the people as Pari. Some Pokemon that roamed close by would come greet Jamie warmly, happy to see her back after her time away. And Randy caught glimpses of a deep, genuine smile on her face as she talked with them

He sighed, wishing things could be straight-forward, and hoped the two parties could soon find a comfortable middle ground.

He felt a gentle hand take his own, and looked over at his wife, unable to resist a soft smile as he met her eyes. Her other arm was tucked into her jacket to support Midas, who had refused to go back into the bag and was now hidden in there. Randy had taken possession of the bag.

He looked to his other side at Lav, who seemed as drained as he was. She'd been very quiet since they arrived, and he longed to pick her brain. But now wasn't the time. He felt a pang of guilt that she'd been so sidelined by all this.

He placed his hand on her far shoulder, looking for a cue that a hug would be okay. She turned up to him with tired eyes, giving a half-hearted smile and leaning into him. He tightened his grip around her.

As they walked, seeing their escort and new Mew companion at ease with the residents, his children safe in their arms and his wife and best friend by his side... he felt a deep peace settle in him.

Once they could get all the secrets and misunderstandings out of the way...

It wouldn't be so bad here.

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[voidcat]

I meant "two requests for him" xD Anyway, ty, you're very generous <3

So, 10 & 14 (shoving each other in a bushes for lulz like Shrek and Fiona OMG) for Togame <3

Hope it's fine that I'm sending it together

Hi anon! Forgot abt the shrek and Fiona bit there I’m ngl but I hope u like this one

wc: 1k, gn!reader, use of one pet name

At the sudden intrusion of a finger poke by your rib, you do everything to stay still and not jump. Since the two of you met, Togame has been at it all day long, knowing full well and fully aware how ticklish you can get.

One tickle at the right– or wrong, should you say, time and you’re done for.

All that resolve you’ve mustered up going down the bin, and you're just a mess in public making a fool of yourself.

Head snapping to his direction, you send him a dirty glare, only to be met with a lazy smile and eyes that look at you like you’re making a fuss out of nowhere.

Unbelievable, acting like he doesn’t know what he is doing, like he is not doing anything at all- you opt to continue walking instead. Better than to give all your focus to him, which must be his intention as far as you can tell with the endless poking and tickling.

Togame Jo is a headstrong man- relentless even, when it comes to you. Once he puts something into his mind, he won’t stop until he has reached his goal.

And normally, you are good at figuring it out and managing to get one step ahead of him. But with the never ending threat of curling up into a ball like a bug and coiling into yourself in the middle of the street, instincts high on alert for his undeniably fast hands, you find yourself struggling. Eyes darting every few seconds at the arms that he normally throws over your figure, offering you comfort and safety, you try to focus and remain alert.

Another finger pokes at your side, probing at spots to draw a reaction out of you. Just as you ready yourself to snap at him, you shudder at a certain poke, all the guard you've built up thus far collapsing with it, arms too relaxed and yourself completely defenseless.

At the sudden switch of your entire body, Jo gives you an amused look and goes in for the kill.

Before you know it, you're clutching at both sides, walking backwards,, words of ‘please’, ‘stop’ and uncontrollable laughter leaving your lips. Eyes shut, you almost fall on your ass, barely balancing by opening your arms but even that is too timid on your part. Jo is by your side already, open arms at both sides, but to hold or to continue with his attacks, you have no idea.

When you open your eyes, you reconcile in place, wishing to disappear on the spot when you see the few curious gazes looking your way.

Jo doesn’t seem too affected by the people. Upon noticing his hands, you take few steps away from him and only then he brings a hand to scratch his head, offering a shy chuckle like it’s just some silly misunderstanding between two friends.

For the sake of your dignity, and to not be late, you get back on your feet and hasten your steps, ignoring Jo completely. With his long legs, it only takes him a couple strides to catch up to you though, still looking at you with that same damn smug smile, enjoying himself too much.

The walk goes on silent with a very amused Jo, hands shoved into his pockets and you glaring daggers at the road ahead of you.

He voices a question to break the tension but you pay him no mind, his words falling on deaf ears. Intentionally keeping your gaze away from him, you try to manage a distance between the two. Seeing you not budging any time soon to his words, Jo opts for the wordless communication instead, again.

Taking one long stride not completely straight but just slight into your direction, he bumps a shoulder into you.

Huh? So you want to keep it going like that. He remains his distance, a little victory upon seeing you don’t scoot to the side. Another stride and he bumps his shoulder into you again, tilting you to the side with his force a little. Still no reaction but the stern expression is long gone from your face.

He goes for the final blow, this time bumping his hip, and with it, his body a little bit, not withholding too much of his weight sometimes.

And just like clockwork, you dodge the hip bump perfectly, like you always claimed you would and cannot help but snort, facing him. “What the hell was that?” you try to ask, few laughs between your words. Whatever anger you had seems to already dissipating.

“There they are.” Jo says as if speaking to an audience, with glee in his words. Rolling your eyes, you just snap at his hand, “do not do that ever again,” you point a finger at him, “you know i am ticklish!” your voice comes out more high pitched than you’d like even though you’re doing your best to keep it down. Poking at his chest with the finger you were pointing at him with, you jab into his chest a few times as to emphasize your point.

Your throat goes dry when he grabs your wrist in a sudden, bringing the finger to his lips. You watch, frozen, unable to tear your eyes off of him as he kisses your finger– slow enough you can see his tongue, how he almost sticks it out to have a taste at your finger fully.

“Just wanted to have a little play with you, lamb.” he says in a whisper, without moving an inch. Your finger twitches in his hold, yet you do nothing to pull it back. You know it’d be fruitless effort any way.

“How so?..” you barely manage to get out the words and he with a smirk he lets his hand drop with his grip still intact on your wrist. “Like this.” Jo says and swiftly pulls you to the nearby alley with him.

[miniwheat77]

Red Lipstick. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, age gap, not very much plot, (sorry if I missed any.)

This is not edited just yet XD

A groan leaves your lips as you’re walking away from him. Soap is harassing you again.

“Oh come on, you’re still not going?” He asks.

“Absolutely not. I’ll find a way out of it.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. Captain Price happens to be walking out of his office as the both of you pass by. “You’re not getting out of it.” He mumbles. “Son of a bitch. Please Captain, don’t make me go.” You groan. “It’s the dinner or I ask Soap to shoot you in the leg.” He laughs. “Wait, that’s it?” You say.

Captain Price looks entirely defeated. “No, Jesus Christ it was just a joke.” He laughs. Soap continues down the hallway as you talk to your Captain. “Come on. My family isn’t going to be there. There’s no reason I need to be there.” You whine. “Y/N, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “You have to go, those are my direct orders. My family won’t be there either. If nothing else, you can stay by my side the entire time.” He laughs. “Alright fine. But I’m going to bug you all night.” You mumble. “Fine by me, because you bug me anyways.” He shoves you with his elbow lightly and you roll your eyes. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, John.” You smirk, walking away from him. He rolls his eyes. When he steps into his room, he presses his back up against the door behind himself and rubs his eyes with a sigh. “Still on your ass huh?” Gaz laughs. He scares the life out of his Captain, John jumping and reaching for his gun instinctively but stops himself. “Jesus Christ Garrick, the hell are you doing in here?” He groans. “Can’t get away from any of you.” He mumbles. “If you want her to like you back, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” He smirks. “For the last time Kyle, I don’t like her.” He groans. “You’re a horrible liar.” He groans. “Alright, even if I did like her, she’s half my damn age and would never go for someone like me. So this conversation is over.” He opens his door and motions for Gaz to step out. “You’ll never know unless you try old man.” Gaz laughs.

John rolls his eyes. Gaz walks out and he’s left there alone.

The way his name comes off of your lips, it’s like a drug. Even if you are saying it sarcastically to get under his skin. Gaz is right. He likes you. He’s pretty sure he’s fallen in love with you. He’s worked with you before. When he first thought about the task force, you were chosen immediately. Not only were you skilled in every way, but he adored you.

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“Ugh. Please tell me I can miss it, I hate this.” You groan, barging right into your Captains room. You hear him laugh, he’s in his bathroom. The door is open so you assume he’s fixing his hair or something. “You’re going to be fine.” He laughs. You groan out. He walks out of his bathroom, walking toward his nightstand for his items that he usually carried with him. Picking them up and shoving them into his pocket. “Nothing about this is fine.” You groan again. “You are so pathetic, I never knew you could complain this much.” He laughs. He turns around, breath hitching in his throat. His eyes go wide and he kicks himself for not looking at you sooner. “Wow.” He laughs. Your cheeks go red, and you look away from his watchful eyes, curling into yourself. “You look very beautiful Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you. But I hate this.” You walk into his room further, making yourself at home on his bed. You were much different from any other soldier on his task force. You were so comfortable around him. Always came into his room or his office with any issues you had, always talked to him the most out of everyone. He assumed with how much older he was than you that maybe you just saw him as a father figure and that bothered him. He had so much to say, so many feelings for you but he didn’t want to ruin this friendship that he thought he had built with you. He imagines that it’s all in his head. That you must be like this with everyone else, that he’s reading into it too much. But for now, he’d hold onto it. He’d imagine that in this massive world full of so many people that it’s just you and him. He’s okay with that.

You lay down on your stomach on his bed, picking up a little picture frame that’s sitting on his nightstand, looking at it. You smile, seeing the picture in it is a group photo of the task force. You can see your reflection in it, tugging the small tube of lipstick from where you had tucked it away and carefully applying it while he finished getting ready. When you sit up again, his eyes travel to you again, you were wearing a dress, something he’d never seen you in before. When he realizes you’ve put on bright red lipstick, his heart nearly stops in his chest and he shoves his hands into his pockets, looking to the ground. “S-so uh.. you ready to go to the hall?” He asks. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You mumble. Standing up and following him out.

Throughout the night, you stick by your Captains side. You were the only two that didn’t have any family showing up to these events. Everyone is settling in with their families, they haven’t seen them in months. You and your captain give them privacy and time for themselves. You’re both leaning up against the wall outside, it has gotten warm inside and you decided to take a breather. “So.. why couldn’t Mrs. Price be here?” You ask. “Because there isn’t one.” He laughs. “Oh?” You look up at him. “Hard to keep relationships in this kind of job, sweetheart.” He laughs. “You got that right.” You smile, looking down at your feet. “Are you glad you came?” He asks. “No, not really. Seeing everyone else with their families.. it just hurts my feelings.” You laugh. “Yeah, me too. But you got to spend time with the coolest person around so it wasn’t too big of a loss.” He winks. You smile at him. After a few more minutes of silence, he breaks it again. “You don’t have a boyfriend or anyone? Not even one person that’ll show up to these?” He asks. “No, just like you I learned my lesson about relationships in this job pretty early on. They either go so well or crash and burn.” You laugh. “Yeah.. you’re right.” He rests his head back against the wall. He wants to scream. Yell until his voice is scratchy, scream out loud how much he likes you, how much he adores you. “I like red on you, compliments your skin.” He smiles. “Thank you. I didn’t take you for a suit guy either but you pull it off well.” You smile. He laughs. “Thank you. It’s not really my thing.”

“Yeah, this isn’t mine either.” You laugh. “I’d much rather be wearing a baggy shirt and sleeping right about now.” He smiles. “Why don’t you go back to my room and wait for me? I’ll finish up here, we’ll watch a movie or something. Take your mind off things.” He smiles.

“That sounds amazing.” You smile. He puts out his cigar, stepping back inside. You make your way back to the base.

Captain Price says his good nights to everyone, telling everyone how they can help him out by cleaning up after themselves and than finally excusing himself.

You got caught up talking to Soap as you passed by him, and when Captain Price approached, he made conversation with the both of you as well. Until of course Soap needed to get back to his girlfriend. You walked along with Captain Price to his room, and he opens the door for you to step inside. When he closes the door, you feel different. Something feels off. “You want a shirt of mine to wear?” He asks. “I could just go get one of my own-“

“Nonsense. You’re already here.” He smiles. He passes it to you and once it’s in your hands, the air feels thick. You quickly go into his bathroom, changing out of your dress and into the baggy shirt. You aren’t sure why you’re nervous around him, he’s your Captain, you’ve never been nervous before. You step out of the bathroom and see him sliding a t-shirt over his head, the muscles on his back flexing as he pulls it over himself. Your stomach falls, turning your head away from him with a gulp. What the fuck? Since when did you start feeling this way toward him? You can feel the heat pooling in your panties and you contemplate going back into the bathroom. Worried since you’re only wearing his shirt. “You don’t have to hang out with me you know.” He smiles, looking at you. He moves closer to you, only now do you realize how he towers over you. “Why wouldn’t I?” You laugh nervously. “Just.. seems boring. I’m your Captain. Way older than you.” He smiles. You look down, nervously playing with your fingers. “Age gaps never bothered me. I get along with everyone just the same.” You blush. He narrows his eyes. Stepping toward you. You freeze up and he reaches up, cupping one side of your face and leaning into you. You freeze up, for a minute, you think he’s going to kiss you. He raises his thumb up to wipe away the lipstick you’ve smeared, the way that you react to him doesn’t go unnoticed. He notices the way you stiffen up, eyes glancing to his lips. Maybe you want him too.

He knows he’s got to be imagining things. He wipes the lipstick off, following the line of your lip to know where to wipe. “There. Fixed it.” Your cheeks are burning when he steps away. You needed to get a hold of yourself, he’s your Captain for christs sake.

You don’t know where the feelings are suddenly flooding in from. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been nothing but absolutely kind to you since the day he met you. He always tries to make you feel included because he sees you getting left out when the other guys are doing something. I mean hell, he could’ve been chatting with anybody during the military ball, but instead he was standing next to you. Keeping you company because he knew how much you hated it, how uncomfortable you felt. He let you treat him like a best friend, not your Captain. You walked into his room anytime you wanted and he never complained. He always made you feel at him, and during missions.

He always reassured you, and did everything he could to keep you safe.

“Uh.. earth to Y/N. You okay?” He asks. “Oh. Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” Your cheeks are burning. “Something bothering you?” He asks.

Ugh, curse him and his kindness.

“No, I’m okay. I was just enjoying not being in that damn dress anymore.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

You make your way toward him, sitting down next to him in his bed. You pull his shirt down, trying to cover yourself up the best you can as he messes with his IPad. You’ve sat next to him during dinner watching videos before so this isn’t out of the ordinary.

As the movie goes on, you’re getting more comfortable, eventually laying on your side next to him, not realizing that his shirt has ridden up over your hip slightly. He’s noticed though. He moves himself down the bed too, and you move up closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. John hates it, he knows how wrong it is for him to react this way but his body betrays him, he’s painfully hard in his sweatpants and he’s pulled the blanket up and over him to hide it. He feels like a pervert when it comes to you. Because you’re so sweet and kind. Confiding in him, trusting him. But all he can think about is how you must sound. With his head buried between your thighs, squirming underneath him. Moaning out his name. You’ve got to sound so pretty.

He can’t take it anymore.

He adjusts the way he’s laying, propping himself up onto his elbow. He pauses the movie and lays it down. He’s looking at you. “Everything okay Captain?” You ask. “Yeah.. I just..” he sighs. Reaching his hand out and placing it onto your hip. Just below your panty line. You glance down, lips parting. Your eyes get a little wider, and you look up at him. He tugs you toward him, leaning into you. “You can stop me.” He breathes. He’s surprised by your silence. He’s leaning into you. This is it, he’s going to kiss you.

You take him completely by surprise, meeting him halfway and wrapping an arm around his neck as you jump to kiss him. John feels almost as if his body lights on fire. He pulls you closer to him, his fingers on your bare skin is driving him fucking crazy. He kisses you, and you move a little more, until you’re straddling his hips, resting your hands on his chest as you kiss him. The desperation is apparent, throwing you both into another Galaxy as you kiss each other. You moan into his lips when he raises his hips up into yours, you can feel how hard he is. When you pull away, you look down at him. Seeing that his eyes look darker than usual, the look in them is something you’ve never seen before. Pure lust and adoration. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathes. “I have for a long time.”

“I like you too.” You breathe.

The way you’re staring at him, lipstick smeared beyond repair this time. Bambi eyes full of lust. He knows this is it. He’s going to make you his. He pulls you into him again, kissing you even harder than the last. It only lasts a few seconds before you’re grinding your hips down into him. He moans into your mouth moving his hands down to tug his sweatpants down, boxers going with them. He doesn’t move his lips from yours for even a second. You’re grinding against him, the only keeping you from him is your thin panties.

Enough is enough.

He doesn’t realize what you’re doing, moving your panties to the side and raising yourself up.

He doesn’t realize it, not until you’re swallowing him up. He moans into your lips. Pulling away to watch you lower yourself onto him. A whine leaves his lips, something you never imagined you’d ever hear before. “Oh fuck- you feel so good.” He breathes. When you’ve slid down onto him completely, hips resting against his. Your thighs shiver. He’s big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. It makes it hard to move yourself onto him. He touches up against places inside that you didn’t know were there.

You raise yourself up, trying your hardest to stay quiet. A mewl leaves your lips and you’re trying to steady yourself. “Ah-“ you smile, biting your lip. Resting your hands on his chest. “Struggling?” He smiles up at you. “Yeah just not used to you.” You moan as he lifts his hips up into you. Your legs buckle and you rest on him again. “Fuck!” You gasp. He smiles, grasping hold of your hips and rolling over until your underneath him. “You’ll get used to me baby.” He breathes. He pushes your thighs up, holding you steady as he starts to rock his hips into yours. You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back. Something about watching you fall apart beneath him sends sparks shooting through him. He reaches up, grasping your hand and tugging it away from your mouth, his pupils are blown out. You can tell he’s waited a long time for this. “I don’t care who hears. I’ve waited too long for this to give a shit.” He draws his hips back, thrusting back into you. A gasp leaves your lips, he’s figured you out so quickly, knowing the inside of you like the back of his hand. Thrusting relentlessly into your spongy spot. You can’t keep yourself quiet as he hammers his hips into yours.

He’s focused, knowing now that if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll be his.

You go quiet beneath him, eyes staring between the both of you. You’re watching his cock disappear into your weepy pussy before reappearing. Wet with your arousal. He smiles, admiring the way you clutch onto his arm for dear life as you watch intently. “You like watching me fuck you, darling?” He breathes. You look up at him, nodding your head. “I like it too, getting so wet.” He groans. The squelch from him entering your drenched cavern makes him want to drool. It’s too much. He can feel his lower stomach clenching up, his high is approaching fast. He’s drawing you into him which is exactly what he wants. He knows if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll get addicted to him. He wants you, all to himself. “John- I… I’m gonna cum.” You pant. Looking up at him. He lifts a hand from your thigh, holding your chin to force you to look at him. “Look at me darling, I want you to look at me when you cum.” He breathes, holding you to look at him. You lock eyes with him, deep in thought as he pushes you closer to your high with each thrust into your spongy spot. A couple more thrusts and he’s sending you right over the edge, a cry leaving your lips. You almost miss the groan that leaves his lips when he reached his own high. Completely forgetting to pull out of you. A couple more thrusts to ride out your high is all he can handle before your clamping around him is too much to bare. He slides out of you, earning a gasp from you.

He moves himself next to you, toying with the hem of his shirt you’ve got on. “Suppose we should talk about this ah?” He smiles.

You nod your head, crimson creeping up your cheeks. Just as he’s about to start, a knock at his door drags him away from you. “Jesus.” He groans. He quickly adjusts himself. “Wait J-“ he opens the door before you get the chance to earn him, “Garrick, what do you want?” He asks. Gaz has a smirk on his face. “Just wanted to say congrats,”

“What? For what?”

“For becoming a man, Cap.”

John rolls his eyes at him, going to close the door, “nice lipstick by the way.” Gaz says as John closes the door.

John’s eyes widen, he’d forgotten about your lipstick. “Fuuuuck.” He groans. “Such a nosy bloke.” He starts rubbing the lipstick off of himself. You giggle at him. “Tried to warn you.” You mumble. “Oh well.” He laughs.

He makes his way over to you, sitting down next to you. “I uh.. I’ll understand if you want this to be a one time thing.” He breathes. You take in a deep breath. “I don’t want that.” You mumble. “So what do you want to do darling? You’re going to catch a lot of shit from people if they ever find out you’re with someone as old as me.” He nudges you. He smiles. “I’m good at dealing with people.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’re a brat.” He laughs. “Yeah? It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it.” You smirk.

“Oh? Really?” He smiles, reaching a hand out and pushing you back into the bed, “I’ll show you what I do to bratty girls.” He smirks.

[factual-fantasy]

22 ASK! THANK YOU! :DDD

@a-weird-bean-bag

They are not related by blood, no. (Blood? Frosting..? Filling?? Anyways-)

Red is actually Seafoam's great Nephew. And he joined the crew because of a tradgedy involving his mother,, Seafoam's niece..

When Red joined the crew he was very shy and scared of everything. Coco at this point was a rough and tough pirate gal.. but man, something about that kid.. she just adored him. She took it upon herself to take care of the little guy and be his guardian.

She loves him to bits and has definitely taken the role of "mother" in his world. When ever the ship is under attack, she is the first to swoop in and take Red to safety. She is the one Red goes to when he cant sleep or is scared. She takes care of him when he is sick, she cleans his clothes and feeds him too.

Seafoam has made it very clear that she does not have to do any of this. And that Red is 100% his responsibility. But she just ain't havin' it. She chooses to be involved in Red's care and wouldn't have it any other way. 💖

Its a good thing too, Seafoam has no idea how to raise little kids <XD

(Also thank you so much!! :DD )

👀👀oh?

@yoylecake420

Sorry uh- I don't know that character. I made some OCs for Cookie run but I haven't played any of the games, I don't know the lore and I don't know/remember any of the characters- sorry!

Ah,, I don't know? <XDD I don't know how the games work- are there other types of cookies?? I don't know--

Judging by what I've heard/seen of that game? They'd run for the hills! They're not safe there <XD

<:D Ah sorry- I don't know who that cookie is- remember I haven't played either game and I don't know any of the lore!

@storylover2

.....OH-

THERES MORE??--

Also thank you so much!! You are beary nice :}}}

@universal-hunter

AAAAWE!!! :DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}}💖💖💖

@couchwow

Thank you for the no spoilers!! :DD I have not seen it but I have heard of it :0 perhaps sometime I'll give it a go! :}

@thetiredpenguin

Man, cookie run lore is WILD XDDD

@sparkdrawsstuff

Thank you! My day today was better than yesterday at least! XD

@keakruiser

AAAAA THANK YTOIU SO MMUCH!!! :DDDD 💖💖💖

I've drawn them twice actually that I can remember! Once in my FNAF Recap/Repair part 2, and once in a doodle dump post thing! :00

@elegantjellyfishmemachine

:0 eh? Huh? Til what?

@readeren

I actually haven't thought much about that :0 I worried that the group wouldn't feel very diverse if I had duplicate characters.. but the opposite personalities but same person is genius! But whompst would be duplicated... 🤔

@blissthewolf

Hello! I believe I do write scripts, but if I'm being honest I don't think I can scrape together even one sentence of sound advice for you- 💔😭💔

I am known to be very bad at explaining how to do things. A lot of what I do is just taking random things and stapling them together and ripping off some parts and gluing this here and put that over there and tada! Comic! "How'd you do that" "...Honestly I cant really remember-"

The only think I can think to say is figure out what you want to come from the scene and.. do what ever it takes to make it happen..? Uhhh- for example, "I want these two characters to fight and character A to leave in a huff." Well then give them something to fight about, and make character B say something that would make character A mad enough to leave without saying anything..?? But that doesn't explain how I would figure out what the argument would be about- I

I'm afraid I am of no use to you here-

@neo-metalscottic

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like my minecraft guys and my cookie run critters! :DD And not to worry- He'll catch on XD right now the main thing keeping them some what apart is Seafoam's thoughts of "She's a beautiful mermaid, why would she be with an old Captain like me..? :( " And Blue's thoughts of "He's a well respected Pirate Captain! What would he see in a big whale like me..😔" But they get past that eventually-- XDD

And yes! I have drawn them before <XD although those drawings weren't made with my Mario AU in mind.. When they grow up they will definitely be more stylized. :0 Not sure how they'll interact with Bowser as they age, but they are intended to all be his biological children :)

As for the birth order, I haven't thought it through fully,, but I have decided that Ludwig is the oldest and next in line for the throne. And JR is the very youngest with Lemmy being second to youngest. And Larry being 3rd to youngest :00

@solst1ce-sketches

Thank you! And to be honest if the D.A was split and gender swapped, I would just slap on some eye lashes and make them both generally appear more feminine.

Glitchy sun tho.. man, how would Fazbear Entertainment deal with that? <XD

@minnesotamedic186

Thank you!! :DDDD

@rubyplayz12

Wah??

(Post in question)

XD Well? Did it work?

[jayfrost-designs]

Wow, after years of no POV tortie cats, this really is the arc of "oops all torties", huh? XD Yeah okay Leafstar isn't described as a tortie, and I designed her as more of a torbie going off her cream-and-brown tabby description than a pure tortie, but shh close enough.

Anyway, for y'all who don't know, Moonpaw is one of the new POV cats for the upcoming ninth Warriors arc, Changing Skies. Previously all we knew about her was her name and a few other tibits about her story mentioned in the blurb for the first book of Changing Skies, but earlier today an article came out showing her design, Clan, parentage, and talking a bit about her and her story. Since I already had recent Tawnypelt and Leafstar designs waiting to be posted, I figured this was a good chance to drop the designs for all three known Changing Skies designs at once.

You can find the reverse side of her design here.

For her physical description, Moonpaw is described as a she-cat with long fur and curled ear tufts that look like crescent moons. Since she's Thriftear's daughter, and her name makes me think round, I went with a small, short, round, and verrrry poofy design for her. XD No more sleek lithe ladies, this girl is round. The Dovewing genes are strong with this one, but less regal and more just poof.

For her pattern, Moonpaw is described as a black-and-ginger tabby chimera tortoiseshell she-cat with a face that is half black and half ginger tabby split nearly perfectly in the middle, with her right (our left) eye being green and her left eye being amber. I had a ton of fun with the pattern on this one. She looks like she's wearing black pants. She doesn't have any super close relatives who are ginger to draw her coloring from, so I just picked a random shade of ginger for her. The green in her eye is a random shade since she doesn't have any close relations with green eyes, but her amber eye is from her father, which has been passed down all the way from Leafpool.

I love how she turned out. :D

[yourimaginationrealm]

I am long in to this addicting game ;D Rafayel is from the beginning my main man in this so.... Yeah, I felt so creative with this memory card xD Guess more Rafayel is to come and yes I love my Imagine Picture for this character! I have no regrets that I write something spicy and a bit NFSW sooo yeah... it's my first time writing something like this and be aware English is not my mother tongue :) Of course, I kept the script to the plot. If you are curious see it yourself. Enjoy! :D ----------------_______________---------------------

"You haven't starting unwrapping me. I am gonna be thrown away just like that?" His seductive voice lingers in your ear a while when you begin to smirk to play along

"Oh, but I've seen this gift before. I don't need to unwrap it to know what it is." You tease him.

"Really? You... You think you have me all figured out, do you?"

"Before Pandora Box was opened, no one knew of it held miracles or catastrophes. Or maybe you're just too much of a coward to accept this "big surprise"?"

You scoff at his teasing while you smirk. You start to circle him while touching slightly with your fingertips at his shoulders. He flinches at your touching while you get behind him.

"So tell me..." You start while leaning down and whisper to his ear. "Are you my luck or my misfortune, Rafayel?" You hear him sigh while looking to the side to meet your gaze.

"I believe you haven't learned what surprises mean, Miss bodyguard... Afraid what is really inside?"

You walk again around and hold his gaze. "So I just need to unwrap you...." You grab at his tie and draw him closer to your face. He lets out a noise of surprise. For a little bit, his eyes are big and don't expect your rough treatment yet he got his seductive composure back and has to criticize you.

"Could you not be more gentle?"

"I thought I can handle my gift how I like it..." You play with his tie between your fingers while he looks at your hands and now your face. The tension between you and him just arose higher with each phrases you two throw at each other.

"Woudln't it be a shame if you break it?"

"I haven't been informed that my gift is breakable..." One of your hands let go of his tie while your point finger touches softly a line from his collarbone to his chin. He chuckles while shaking his head.

"Well, I am not That fragile... Are you still concerned? I'm down for a slow, through inspection." He huskily says while leaning towards you. You can see the lust and alcohol in his eyes. You must admit, you feel quite audacious after hearing him say that. Does he mean that...? He shifts a bit while you bit your lip. Your hands aim behind him towards a rose.

"Hm, I wonder where that came from?" You smirk while looking mischievously up. His gaze unwavering.

Suddenly, you tickle him with this new item on his left ear.

He gasps while trying to escape your sweet torturing.

"...Always full of surprises, huh. You're good at catching people off guard."

You chuckle at his remark while saying back. "Who thought I could surprise my own surprise here..." You eyes flicker to his rising chest and find your next target spot. You start to rub the flower on his chest while he squirms under you to avoid the flower."

"Aren't we ticklish, Rafayel?"

"Not sure who suffering more - me or the flower...."

"By the end, I think it would be you...." You laugh at his blushing state.

Any more attempts would definitely lead more for your relationship and there would be no returning after this. Yet, you just had to ask this bold question...

"Can I unwrap my own Pandora box now?" Your body and hands just stop to move and wait for his answer.

"What are you waiting for?" After regaining his cool, Rafayel just sits in front of you and looks up expectedly.

You know, he meant the red ribbon tied around him and wrists. You literally see him draw a sharp breath as you pull open slowly his tie. You other hand link into his clothing while opening the first button. While you start slowly to undress him, he shifts in his seat while trying not apparently to open his legs more. His pupils darkens as he follows your fingers on his shirt. Rafayel felt more than just adventurous now. He hopes you don't stop right know. His eyes are on your form and just hoping your hands continues what they are doing while his head is full of lewd thoughts. You feel his body temperature is quite hot when your finger grazing his skin. After you opened button number 3, your hand leave his clothing. You chuckle deeply.

"All right, that's enough. I'll let you off the hook. Let me untie this-!"

Out of nowhere, he had one of his hands untied himself and grasps your right wrist with his left hand.

"How did you untie yourself...?" You question him in disbelief.

"There are plenty of escapes techniques on the internet." His pupils held a dangerous glint. He just turned from the hunted to the hunter while holding you tightly.

" You can't rile me up like this and leave me.... " He pulled you on his lap while you shudder from the feeling of his bulge in his pants. Your hands position on his shoulders and you try not to move eagerly with your hips. Even you feel the urge to grind and release the unsettling tension between your legs.

"Rafayel…!” You repositioned yourself and he slipped a tiny moan. “We- “

“Yes, this is good, Y/N. I’ll give you a present.”

Before you can ask, he pushed his lips on your neck you feel his wet tongue on your skin. Now, it was your time time to take a sharp breath and moan at his kissing your soft spot. You wonder where he knows directly where your weak spot is.

His only freed hand grasp tightly on your hip.

Your mind gets clouded by lust more and more.

“Rafayel, I think we… the alcohol…” You don’t even know exactly what you babble right now. There was still a tiny self restraint before you believed doing something, you regret later.

He chuckles against your neck.

“Are you really blaming the alcohol what you feel, right now?” His legs opened wider as you gasps at the more intense friction between him and you.

“I don’t feel…” you start when suddenly his nose touch your throat and you hear him inhale your scent.

“Hm.” You hear him smirk. “You are so ready for me... and so am I for you.”

You shudder at his words and completely knowing what he meant. He draws back and you look each other with lust filled gazes. His voice turns suddenly deeper.

“So have you made up your mind? Do you want me?”

Your body screams ‘Yes’. Yet, you just breathe a silent “What?”

The fire place lightens him up and shows off his beautiful face. His eyes were dark and the fire lights are spark in them while he keeps focused on you with a feverish glint. Even so, he seemed serious about his question because he waited for your answer.

You regained your voices as you ask in a whisper.

“…Why did you stop?”

His eyes left for the first time your form as they look outside and realising, it stopped snowing.

“I am curious. Were those your true feelings. Oooor were you too busy acting?”

“Weren’t you just mentioning, I am ready…?” You slowly can think again as he irritated you by his questions.

“No… I mean how it all started…” you shyly avoid his new seen back gaze as you think about his ask.

“If I get too into it, would you keep playing along?”

“Sure, why not?” He huskily said with a sad smile.

“…And what if they were real?” You said almost inaudible. And he didn’t take off his gaze off you without moving. You can’t tell if he stopped breathing.

He turns closer with his face while he breathes...

“Then you should say… You enjoy my company. And that I can make you happy.”

You face move past his and you whisper in his ear.”

“I really liked this acting…” His body tense up.

You kissed his ear while it turned all red.

“…also I enjoy your company….” You hear him exhale shakily.

“…. Until now,… I was never unhappy with your company.” You hand caress his other side of his cheek and you feel that he leaned in.

“You really good at avoiding to answer my questions.” You hear him mumble against your palm while kissing it.

You smirk and move your seat smoothly on his crotch. You both groan at your sensitivity and your armes fly around his neck to draw your bodies closer. The heat from each body radiates of you.

Your lips barely touches his while you can not take your eyes from his purple ones so can’t he.

Like a magnetic field, he silently watches you and can only focus on your lips when they almost touch.

“Yes… Rafayel…” Your voice delicate like a flower.

“I want you so much-“

You can not end the sentence as he smashes his lips on you and you two sigh in content. He tilts your head to kiss you more passionately.

You move your hips while he groans loudly and his eyebrow knit together. His other tied hand appears and holds your hip to stop it from moving. He stopped kissing you but rubs his nose tips sweetly against yours with eyes closed.

“If you continue like this, this ends more quickly and roughly than you expect…”

This riles you more up. Against his saying, you start to move your thighs harder on his bulge while he leans his head back in pleasure.

“It seems you have no idea what I expect…” you chuckled. From his leaned back head, he opens slowly his eyes and watch you dangerously grinding into him.

“I warned you…” he rasps.

His hands suddenly on your dress pushing it from your thighs up and from your shoulders down. Then, his hands find another location to grasp your butt and push you harder on him. He stands up and presses you on the wall while sucking your collarbone.

“Ah-Rafayel …” You moan loudly without holding back. Before, you know it, You land with your back on his bed while starts to unbuckle his pants. Even you throw away your dress after you pulled it over your head. Then, Rafayel starts to place kisses on the other side of your neck and asks playfully. "Missed me?"

You chuckle while your hands trace from his chest to his abdomen along. You finger feel his abs and you realize this mans body is Art himself. You reaches his V-Line and slowly graze the skin lower. He stops his sucking on your neck while he rests his forehead into your nape. You hear him breath heavily while moaning here and there. You palm reaches his destination as you stroke sensually his hard member. "Damn...." He sighs. You feel his size and can only imagine how he felt inside of you.

"Rafayel..." You pleaded him. " I not only want you. I need you. I need you now. And I need you inside of me.!" You grasp more tightly his shaft while he groans.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." Words said and done. You were completely in trance and wanted him so bad. The Lemurian hovers over you and starts to push him inside of you. You moan in pleasure when enters you slowly. He felt your wetness and can not believe how ready you were for him.

Suddenly, he pushed his hips hard only you. You gasp in surprise. "Rafayel!"

"What?" He smirks darkly at you. "Didn't I say, its getting more roughly?"

He does it again and again.

"Ahh, this feels good. Harder."

He chuckles. "Oh, this is getting good." Your fingers grab into his purple hair. You let him have his ways because you totally like it. His lips again come near your shoulders while he gifts you with some bite marks and kisses it softly after it. You are not sure if you like the bites or kisses more. Rafayel stops his movements just to whisper into your ear.

"You know.... this is exactly how I imagined the party. Just the two of us. You wet. Me hard. Together entangled in my bed."

[some-thrilling-heroics]

the purpose of this post is for me to figure some stuff out so i'm open to feedback and discussion

disclaimer: i love Halsin, he's my precious bear man

but damn i am pissed

i started to really dig into the epilogue, specifically that last morning after the brain goodbye scene in the room at the inn where he says he has nine wagons of kids and he will aid the people in Thaniel's realm

sadly i can't find any footage of what he says when Tav goes "oh a community built with your own hands, i'd love to see that" (or something to that extent) bc i think that is the one option that nullifies the goodbye and i think? he just asks if Tav is sure and then happy end bells

but even so

the interaction practically starts with "why does this sound like you're saying goodbye?" - oh that's because he is. at least for now. but Tav can visit, he's very eager for them to visit - and then narrator is like a tenday later Tav went to the commune and then the party invite stuff, not important

and I'm like....

it just hit me how - yes, Halsin has abandonment issues and he wants to help those orphans and all the homeless refugees and all the great stuff but like…… HOW DARE YOU DECIDE FOR ME THAT I DON'T WANNA GO WITH YOU????

watching that on a loop three times seriously hit me hard and i don't like it (as in me, personally, not in the sense that it's bad writing or it makes no sense for him to do that, maybe it does - if somebody can help me wrap my head around that, I would be super grateful bc atm I'm stuck in my own emotional reaction to Halsin making decisions for me)

in my head Tav's response to that should be: fuck you, i don't want to visit - fuck that! i wanna go with you and move in with you bc I love you but i guess you don't really want that huh? oh you do? then I guess we are at an impasse, huh?

bottom line is - what do I want to do with it in my fic?

i could ignore it bc i kinda wanna, i don't want them fighting like that

on the other hand it would be great to have this devolve into a conflict, bc i already sprinkled a few tiny bits of them saying not the best things but then the other kinda steps past it or around it and they are fine, but it would add some realism for them to have a serious disagreement about their (joint) future and about communicating and making decisions and could be something to be revisited as a work in progress for them to grow into as their relationship keeps going

i don't mind exploring difficult shit in my fics, i already decided to commit and give Tav my trauma and it was very cathartic just drafting that bit, and this turning into a conflict could play into that I suppose, could work really well

I guess my problem is the dissonance between Halsin doing that unintentionally bc of his own issues and him generally being very considerate and respectful of others, especially Tav imo, he was perfectly happy to follow their decisions as a leader but now I guess they are no longer the leader and this is his thing, his commune, his new purpose in life and ofc he could never be selfishly happy when he could be doing good things for strangers but like.... i can't grasp that step how from that he goes into "therefore I shall not offer this as a choice for them but instead make that a foregone conclusion that this is goodbye, at least for now" - is it bc asking means risk of rejection and he'd rather reject himself to spare them both the interaction?

sorry this got rambly XD but anyway - thoughts?

[luimagines]

Did I already send this? I’m sorry if I did. If I did it was a while ago lol. I just remembered this idea for no apparent reason lol and imagined a whole scenario. So here’s what I had a while back.

So here’s the story my idea came from:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51324469

And it was one of the best things I’ve ever read of the Linked Universe lol. And I had an idea: so what if Link wore his Gerudo outfit with the boys and they didn’t know it was him, like in this story, but we add x reader, and they’re dating him and so when he appears they start kissing him and being lovey dovey and whatnot, and the boys just go “?!?!?!”😂 and either they get protective of Wild and yell at reader about “How could you cheat on Wild?! How dare you?!” And others just stare dumbfounded at reader.😂

P.S. I understand I’m drawing from someone else’s story, so if you can figure out their tumblr and ask permission or tell me it or something please lmk. Because I couldn’t find their tumblr and idk how to use archive of our own at all. I’m new, sorry!

So I just imagined something like this:

Wild led them to the wall where a hidden switch was but none of them knew that yet. You ran up to Wild and hugged him.

“Thanks sweetie, you’re so helpful!”

Then you start playing with his hair and kiss his cheek. The rest of the chain is a mixture of anger, horrified, betrayal, and everything in between.

Legend runs up to you and rips you off Wild.

“What is wrong with you?! How dare you?!?!”

You try not to laugh but you can’t help but smile.

“Leg-“

“No! You don’t hurt Wild and get away with it!”

Warriors is trying to pull Legend off of you as Sky comes up to you.

“Why…what did he ever do to you…”

He looks so broken. Behind all the chaos Wild stands silently seeing how it all plays out. He hears all his brothers defending him saying how amazing he is and doesn’t deserve you because you cheated on him. How even though he’s chaotic in battle he’s the most reliable person they’ve ever met. How he’s the best cook ever and without him they’d be starving. How much he brings to the family and without him it wouldn’t be complete…He starts shifting around and scratching the back of his head in awkwardness because of all the kind words his brothers have about him. How they’re protecting him. Eventually he puts you out of your misery and clears his throat.

“Guys…it’s ok. I’m right here. Though I’m very flattered.”

His cheeks are a little pink and he’s still in his Gerudo outfit. The chain looks at him and think he’s still some random girl.

“Huh? No we’re talking about our brother. I’m sure you didn’t know but this person has a boyfriend.”

Wild smiles softly and takes off the veil.

“I know they do.”

Now all the chain’s jaws drop. Wild chuckles and takes the rest of his outfit off.

“I’m very grateful that you guys would defend me, but it’s me. You don’t need to keep chewing them out anymore. Also, they knew it was me, so they weren’t cheating.”

omg XD

Poor Reader. I don't think I would have been to stay that silent while being chewed out.

To save my own skin I would have just yelled "THAT IS LINK!!"

I would probably also hold it over Wild's head for an undisclosed amount of time for standing there for who knows how long- leaving me to take the heat when I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

You better believe this becomes an inside joke between them.

"Yes, darling. I was cheating on you. I have bananas."

"Throw in some milk and we can have cheater milkshakes."

"Do you have the ice for that?"

Takes out ice rod. "Do you even have to ask?"

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3K, check out part 2 part 3 part 4 and epilogue!

Warnings: Nothing too serious, Steve/Eddie went to high school together but don't know each other, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray, and my fav tag of all - gay scheming!

A/N: I'm a counselor in training currently but I don't specialize in couple's counseling so this may or may not be accurate? Idk man it's just fun and silly I love our stupid boys sm. Original post by @hxneyfarms

It’s a match!

“Robin, it worked!” Steve shouted from the couch. She ran from the kitchen and joined him, peering over to stare at his screen.

“I told you it would! It’s funny!” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and anxiously pulled up the profile of his new match. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. “I remember swiping right on this guy. Didn’t think I had a shot.” He looked through the pictures. They were all candids, slightly blurry, or shots of him with his friends, but due to his distinguished look it was easy to pick him out even in a crowd. 

“Show me his bio,” Robin ordered. Steve closed out the pictures and scrolled until the bio was in full view.

Eddie, 25. Shit at bios.

“Well that’s kind of boring,” Steve said. 

“Yeah. You think he’s a bot?” Robin asked.

 “Or a catfish, maybe,” Steve mused. “Either way, I still think I should take your joke down. I don’t talk like that in real life, and people might get confused.”

Robin had convinced him earlier to change his bio and replace it with - let’s go to couple’s counseling and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other. Steve had been a little tipsy when he agreed, and he assumed nothing would come of it. But then, Eddie matched with him. 

“You’re thinking way too hard about this, Dingus,” Robin replied. “People write weird shit in their Tinder bios all the time.” 

“Eddie didn’t,” Steve countered. 

“Yeah, but look at him,” Robin responded. “He’s distinctive. It’s attention-grabbing in itself.”

“And I’m not?” Steve asked. Robin chuckled.

“You’re the kind of pretty where if you don’t have something witty in the bio, people will think you’re just some ignorant surface-level airhead who’s never worked a day in his life, and that’s not cute.”

“Okay, ouch,” Steve said. 

“It’s a compliment!” she insisted. “Like, you need to show that you’re witty and funny and able to poke fun at yourself, otherwise you’re going to attract the wrong kind of people.”

“And this guy’s the right kind, huh?” Steve opened one of the pictures back up - one where Eddie was passed out on the couch with a beer still in his hand. As they looked at the screen, a notification popped up. Eddie sent you a message.

“Let’s find out,” Robin said. 

-

Eddie: If your bio is serious, I’m in

Steve: Wait, really?

Eddie: Yeah xD sounds fun

Eddie: You got a therapist in mind?

Steve: Honestly didn’t think I’d get this far

Eddie: Boo. 

Eddie: You’re lucky I know just the guy

Steve: Okay…

Steve: So how do we do this?

Eddie: Dude, it was YOUR idea

Steve: Ok but I’ve never done it before!

Eddie: Steve! I’m your first? <3

Steve: Yeah, yeah. I’ve never pranked a therapist before. 

Eddie: I hope you’re either rich or have really good insurance. Otherwise this is gonna be an expensive first date.

Steve: I got it covered. 

Eddie: I figured you did. I’ll call the guy in the morning and get back to you with the appointment time. 

Steve: Okay. How’s your night going by the way?

Eddie: Nope!

Eddie: That’s not part of the deal, Steve. We go into this blind or not at all.

Steve: This is insane.

Eddie: Once again, your idea. I’m excited. Are you excited?

Steve: Thrilled.

Steve: I’m still concerned about how you know the perfect guy for this.

Eddie: 😛

Eddie: Don’t worry about it.

-

“I don’t even think he’s serious,” Steve said after he recounted the entire interaction to Robin.

“I don’t know, Steve. Sounds serious to me.” 

“What if he’s like - not right in the head?” Steve wondered, reading the interaction over and over again. “Like, who is this therapist and why does he know him? Is he actually going to make an appointment? What if this whole thing crashes and burns?”

“I honestly think he plans on it crashing and burning,” Robin replied. “And then after, the both of you either hit it off and laugh about it forever, or you have an amazing failed date story to tell your friends until the end of time.”

“That’s…actually genius.” 

“I know.” 

Steve read the messages one last time, focusing on the bits where Eddie was mildly flirtatious. Steve! I’m your first? He could tell if Eddie was being condescending, or what vibe he was going to bring to this absolute insane first date. But, as Robin said, it would be a story no matter what. 

He tried to focus on that and not the anxiety that started brewing in his veins.

-

The appointment was set for two weeks later. Eddie still refused to talk to Steve other than for details on where to go and at what time, so for the whole fourteen days, Steve assumed he was being pranked right back. Eddie was messing with him, or he’d cancel, or Dr. Bauman didn’t actually exist, or he’d be murdered, or, or, or -

None of that happened. Instead, on a Tuesday afternoon, Steve pulled up to an office building about fifteen minutes from his apartment. He’d passed by it several times and never once wondered what went on inside. 

Apparently, really weird first dates.

They had decided to meet up in the parking lot and walk in together. The whole thing was crazy, but having one of them pick the other up so they could drive in together was way over what was needed to commit to the bit. 

Steve got there first. They needed to be fifteen minutes early to fill out paperwork. It was twenty minutes prior to their appointment time. 

This was weird. It felt a lot different than all the times he’d met someone for coffee. In another world, that’s how he and Eddie would have met. But no. He had to agree to this stupid thing, and now he was too far into it to back out. Jesus Christ. 

Eddie’s car pulled in a few spaces down. Steve knew it was him from the hair alone - unmistakable. He got out of his car and walked towards his date, his palms sweaty. Eddie got out of his car a moment later, eyeing Steve as he approached him and smirking. 

“What gave me away?” Eddie asked. 

“You think I wouldn’t recognize my boyfriend?” Steve snapped back, pleased at the way he was able to take Eddie off guard. 

“Touche. Well, come on, then. Let’s do this.” 

-

Before they knew it, they were sitting in a cramped waiting room, alone, filling out paperwork. It consisted of insurance information first, followed by names and some quick background questions about the “couple.” Steve began filling it out, thankful that he was still on his dad’s fancy rich-person insurance. It covered basically everything, even fucked-up couples fraud with Dr. Bauman.

“Are you not worried I’m gonna, like, steal your information or something?” Eddie asked as Steve wrote down his policy number.

“I mean…should I be?” Steve responded. 

“No,” Eddie answered with a shrug. “I gotta say, though, you’re way more trusting than I am. It’s ballsy. I like it.” 

“Uhh…” Steve was trying to concentrate on the paperwork, but the compliment was throwing him off. “Thank you, I think.” He continued filling out the paperwork.

“You’re from Hawkins?” he asked. Steve nodded, absentmindedly. “I’m from Hawkins.” This caught Steve’s attention. 

“No shit.” 

“Yeah, seriously.”

“Small world,” Steve replied before turning his attention back to the form.

“You have a cute middle name,” Eddie teased. 

“Shut up,” Steve responded. He wanted to find Eddie’s pestering annoying, but instead he found himself smirking, even giggling a little bit. This whole thing was so ridiculous. He shoved the clipboard onto Eddie’s lap. “Your turn, lover.”

“Euch,” Eddie groaned. “That is not one of our pet names, no way.” 

“Noted,” Steve chuckled. He was…kind of enjoying this way more than he expected, as weird as it was. He’d grown accustomed to a lot of even stranger things in his life, so this didn’t feel as shocking as he’d initially thought. 

“Don’t look,” Eddie said as he covered the paper.

“What? Why not?” Steve asked, confused. 

“Because not all of us are as blindly trusting, Steven,” Eddie responded. Steve shook his head and looked away. 

“Good thing we’re in therapy to work that shit out, Edward Munson.”

“You looked!” Eddie exclaimed. 

“It was right in front of me!” Steve pointed out. 

“Fair enough,” Eddie sighed. “Okay, now we gotta put down a reason for doing this.”

-

Fast forward ten minutes, Eddie and Steve were seated next to each other on a relatively small but cozy burnt orange couch. The color was ugly, but the seats were comfortable. Steve noticed the cushions had a natural dip that kept inching him closer to the person sitting on the opposite side. He figured this was certainly intentional. 

The doctor sat in front of them, reviewing the papers the pair had just filled out.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Bauman, and one day I may let you call me Murray,” he began, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. “I see here on your sheet that you’ve been feeling distant from each other, and that you’re looking to feel more connected, right? Can you tell me more about that?”

“We’re just launching right into it, huh?” Eddie asked. 

“Well, we are on a time crunch here. Your decision how you spend it,” Dr. Bauman answered. 

The man was immediately intimidating.

“Ooookay,” Steve said, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it just feels like - like he and I don’t even know each other anymore.” Eddie stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to make it seem like he was maybe getting emotional or perhaps trying not to sneeze. 

“I see,” Dr. Bauman said, eyeing them both suspiciously. “Let’s begin with how you two met and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“We were high school sweethearts,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Wow,” Dr. Bauman commented. “Well, it’s common for a lot of development to happen from then to now. How did you two get together?” Eddie looked to Steve, as if to say, you’re up.

“It just kinda…happened, I guess,” Steve began. “We were assigned as partners for a project and really clicked.”

“Yeah, and then we snuck around for a while. Sneaking kisses in janitor's closets and empty classrooms, you know the drill.” Steve tried not to blush at the thought of sneaking around with high school Eddie. If they were both from Hawkins, did they actually go to high school together?

“Snuck around for the thrill?” Dr. Bauman asked.

“No,” Steve responded. “I wasn’t out yet.” Eddie looked at him curiously, as if he wasn’t expecting Steve to say something so serious. He wondered if it was actually true. 

“Well, that and -” Eddie added. “- he was a popular jock and I was kind of a freak.” This time, Steve looked at Eddie curiously. Steve was a popular jock. Eddie could have assumed that, or made a lucky guess, but something told him that wasn’t the case. 

Eddie Munson. Munson. 

Oh.

Oh!

It took Steve a minute to recover from that information. They did in fact go to school together, they just had never interacted. Eddie obviously remembered, and he obviously knew that Steve didn’t. So what was the goal here? Was Steve being punked or something just so Eddie could get free therapy?

“Steve, you look a little pale there,” Dr. Bauman noticed. “Did that trigger something?”

“Yeah -” Steve croaked, now unable to look at Eddie. If he had, he would have noticed Eddie didn’t look as smug as Steve assumed he was. “Yeah, I just don’t think about high school that much anymore.”

“Why not?” the doctor asked. 

“Because, I - I’ve changed so much since then. I’m not that guy anymore, and I don’t want to be that guy.”

“Ah, I see,” he hummed. “So, Eddie fell for someone who no longer exists. I think I’m understanding the problem here. Eddie, do you feel that you’ve changed?”

Damn. This guy’s kinda good.

“Uhhh -” Eddie began. Neither of them expected this to get so serious so quickly. It didn’t even feel like it was about their imagined relationship anymore. “N-no, I don’t think I have.”

“And Steve, do you think Eddie has changed?”

Steve thought about the limited memories he had of Eddie in high school. Cocky, slightly unhinged, just as he was now. But there was something different, he just couldn’t really pinpoint what. Maybe if he’d talked to Eddie for longer than like ten minutes total in his life, he’d have a better idea. 

Then, he realized the point of this wasn’t to be serious. It was to make shit up. Steve pivoted back to the original plan. 

“Yeah, I mean -” He shifted in his seat, finding himself now thigh to thigh with Eddie, despite not meaning to be. “He’s, uh - it just feels like we don’t have anything in common anymore?” It was something he’d heard lots of couples say.

“Do you want to make this work?” Dr. Bauman asked. 

“Why else would we be here?” Eddie answered. Dr. Bauman narrowed his eyes. 

“You tell me.”

Eddie and Steve were kind of not good at this. Their story was based in truth and not very exciting. They both seemed to realize this at the same time.

“Steve slept with the dogwalker,” Eddie proclaimed. Steve scoffed, half-amused, half-offended. 

“Yeah, well you sold drugs to my mom!” he shot back. The two guys looked at each other, pretending to look angry while simultaneously wanting to laugh. 

“Woooah, there,” Dr. Bauman responded. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Do we want to begin with Steve’s infidelity or Eddie’s illegal activity?”

“That’s not gonna, like, go on record or anything, right?” Steve asked, suddenly anxious. “Like, the cops aren’t gonna show up at Eddie’s door?”

“Our door, babe,” Eddie clarified, not the least bit nervous. 

“Depends on how long ago this happened, I suppose,” Dr. Bauman answered.

“Long time ago,” Eddie said. 

“Are you still currently dealing?”

“No, I don’t even do drugs anymore. Well, like, except pot - but that’s legal now so it doesn’t really count, I think.”

“Dude,” Steve whispered. 

“You brought it up,” Eddie replied just as softly. 

“Right,” Dr. Bauman responded, taking it all in. “No report needed, then. Let’s move onto the dogwalker.” 

They continued to add to their lore as the appointment went on. At one point, Eddie even faked tears. His acting was…decent enough to avoid suspicion, thankfully. When the clock hit 1:45, their time was up, and they’d successfully managed to fool Dr. Bauman. Mission accomplished, date over. Right?

“Well, thank you so much, Dr. Bauman,” Eddie said. “I think you’ve really helped us out today.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Steve said, smiling. “We feel so much better.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Dr. Bauman said with his hands up. “There’s still a lot of work to be done, in my professional opinion.”

“There is?” Eddie asked, confused. 

“Oh, definitely. Most couples go to a minimum of four sessions, and that’s still a low average. Plus, this was only intake. I mean, unless you guys weren’t happy with the counseling I gave you today…”

It felt like a challenge, and Eddie loved challenges. Meanwhile, Steve was too awkward to come clean or tell the doctor they weren’t interested. 

They made another appointment.

-

“Well, that went pretty well, I think,” Eddie said as they left the building. 

“You knew me already?” Steve asked once they were a safe enough distance from the office and Dr. Bauman. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just knew your name and face, man. And, like, your vibe,” Eddie answered. “Back in high school, anyway.” 

“You should have told me,” Steve said. 

“You should have remembered,” Eddie shot back. “Whatever, it was fun. Right?”

“Eddie, I have no idea what that was,” Steve replied. “We have to cancel that appointment.”

“Why? You don’t want to see me again?” Eddie grinned. Steve rolled his eyes.

“No, I - I mean, I don’t want to waste his time. That spot should go to other couples who need it. Meanwhile, we could go get coffee like normal adults.” 

“I dunno,” Eddie said, kicking a pebble in the road as they walked. “I kinda liked it. You can’t tell me you didn’t.”

It was true. Steve couldn’t say that he didn’t.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve unlocked his car and made his way to the door. “We’re canceling.”

“He’s the one that wanted to see us again, Steve,” Eddie reminded him. 

“Yeah, because he thought we were an actual couple.” Steve was getting frustrated at Eddie’s antics, and the way he refused to back down. “I don’t know if this is gonna work, man. This has been, uh - well, it’s been weird, but I think -”

“We have to go, otherwise you’ll be charged a cancellation fee,” Eddie blurted out. It was a lie, a bold-faced lie, and yet -

“So, I’ll pay the fee. Can’t be more than the cost of a full session,” Steve figured. 

“Ugh!” Eddie groaned in frustration. “Okay, fine. Look - I’m annoying as hell, I’m a mess, I’m broke, and I could never afford someone like Dr. Bauman. I don’t know about you, but some of the things he said actually made me think and I kind of want to ask him about, like, real shit.” 

Steve stared at him blankly for a minute. 

“You - you want me to keep going to fake couple’s counseling with you so you can get actual therapy?” Steve asked, stunned. 

“I mean, you could work your shit out, too,” Eddie suggested.

“What shit? I don’t have shit,” Steve insisted. 

“Of course you do! Everyone does!” Eddie yelled. 

“You’re insane,” Steve muttered. The thing was, he wasn’t saying it out of anger. He was saying it in understanding. 

Because the thing was, Eddie had a point. Dr. Bauman was good at what he did, and Steve knew he’d never sign up for individual counseling. He already had the appointment. Eddie smirked. 

“You’re with me, aren’t you?”

Fuck.

“Fine,” Steve agreed. 

-

Notes from Dr. Bauman - 3/18

Eddie and Steve

Together since high school

Feelings of disconnect

Steve/dogwalker

Eddie/mom/drugs

Clearly lying

Clients are faking their relationship for me, for some reason. Will continue to work with them to figure out why. 

They aren’t dating…but they should be

(next chapter)

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MC showing the brothers their favorite anime character and they are exactly like them! How do they feel? Do they bring it up? Or not say anything? (If you don’t want to do all 7, could you do Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, and Beel? :3)

This was so fun XD I had to write for all 7, simply because I wanted to. And I had a pretty good idea for all of them, so it wasn't too much at all to let the idea take me away ^~^

Ended up being pretty long, but I put it in headcanon format, even though a lot of bullets were several sentences. I tried.

@ibby-miyoshi-nerd

Word Count: 1,677

Lucifer:

“He’s so cool! He’s the oldest brother, and he has a lot of weight on his shoulders, and even though he’s sweet on the inside he acts really tough! And rightfully so, he is actually really tough.” You rambled to Lucifer about your favorite anime character. 

“So…he’s like…” Lucifer wanted to say “Like me” but that would mean admitting he was soft on the inside. He wouldn’t dare say that, especially since some of his brothers were home. “A responsible big brother.” 

As you went on and on about the character, he simply smiled softly and nodded to show he was listening

You were warming his heart, in a way that hadn’t been done for centuries…maybe even ever

He asked a couple questions, here and there, but he really did just love to hear you talk

“So what do you think about him?” You asked with beaming eyes

Lucifer hesitated a few moments while he gathered the words, “He seems like a smart man. Brave, and powerful.” 

“Yeah…he is.” Your words were quiet as you gazed into Lucifer’s eyes

You know…your character and Lucifer were pretty similar, huh?

Mammon:

“Mammon! Pleeeeeease let me tell you about this character!” You whined and followed him as he was practically running away from you

His face was red, because you’re puppy eyes were was too cute to look into for long

But after a few minutes he stopped and you bumped into him “Fine! Just make it quick, I’ve got a date with Goldie!” He waved the card in the air, and had a mischievous look in his eyes

“Okay so! He loves money, but he loves his family and the person he loves even more! He won’t say it, but he’s one of the kindest men in the world! He does kind of get caught up in himself, but he can be humble when the time comes!” You showed him the picture of the character as you spoke, and scrolled through a few

Huh…blond hair, somewhat tall, got a glimmer in his eyes…

“He seems okay. Kind of stupid though.” Mammon did not at all put the pieces together, and ended up unintentionally slamming himself

To anyone else, it was clear you were actually talking about Mammon, and you hoped he’d realize but he didn’t

It’s alright though! Next time you’ll make it absolutely obvious

Levi:

All you had to do to spend time with Levi was say “I wanna talk about anime characters!” Your secret password didn’t even matter, the door was swung open and there he was with a dorky grin on his face

He expected nerdiness, but not to have you describe your favorite anime character to be so much like HIM!

“He loves anime and manga, games too! He doesn’t talk to many people, but sometimes he talks a whole lot if he’s passionate about something! Especially to the few he does care about. He has a TON of special interests, and can be super creative!” 

With each passing word his face got just a bit redder. He had a small scowl on his face after a bit though. To hear you talk so much about someone else kind of bothered him, and he still wasn’t sure if you were even talking about him or not anymore!

“Me or him…” He muttered, but you could barely hear him so he repeated it once more

“Well you, of course!” You laughed and he tried to figure out if your laughter meant you were joking or not

“No seriously, no anime character compares to you. I thought…you’d find it cute if I even liked a character just like you.” With a smile, that made him officially melt

“Then…I’LL COSPLAY HIM! THAT’S IT!” He ran to his closet and started talking about the way to “win them over” was to combine the two

He’s such a silly demon, and you loved that about him

Satan:

He never openly complained about spending time with you, and you came up with a plan! So you went to his library to set the plan in motion…

“Saaaaatan! I have a character from one of my favorite anime I wanna show you!” You burst in, and he was reading as…was expected.

He closed his book after finishing the paragraph he was on, with a bookmark in place

“Oh? Another character, go ahead, tell me about them” He would always make time for you, and seeing you so excited was just adorable

“He can get angry a lot, but it’s usually only because he cares! He’s really creative, and gets lost in his books all the time. It’s kind of like an escape for him, and learning has always been a passion for him!” 

It made Satan smirk, as he said “If you liked me you could have just said so.” He walked towards you and his smirk turned into a smile

“No need to beat around the bush, you know why?” He was close to you now, and for a second you thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but he leaned so his hot break brushed against your ear

“Because I like you too. My favorite little human…” 

Asmo:

When you walked in, super excited to see him he finished his makeup quickly and ran up to hug you

It made you blush, but you had a plan! 

“Asmo! Look at this character! He’s my favorite! He always wears pink, loves to dress up and look all around both handsome and beautiful! He can be a bit of a flirt, but nothing like how he is with the person he loves!”

The more you spoke the more he smiled, “You have excellent taste! I can see why I’m your favorite demon!” He spun you around for a second and kissed your cheeks forehead and nose

You were blushing more than before, “Okay, okay!” You laughed and “tried” to push him away, “Don’t let it get to your head!” His kisses didn’t cease for several minutes and he ended up setting you down in his makeup chair

“We should have matching makeup! It’ll show how cute we are together!” He kissed your red cheeks and smiled wide

“T-together? Really?” It was hard to contain your excitement, and he ended up laughing at just how cute you are

“Of course! I’m your favorite, it means you looooove me~! If you think after rambling about how much you like a character because he’s like me we wouldn’t get together you’d be wrong~!” He giggled and started working on your makeup, but it was hard since you kept giggling

“I don’t know about LOVE, but we can get there. Just don’t mess it up!” You joked, letting out a few giggles as you winked at him

Beel:

“Beel! Look at my favorite anime character!” You ran up to him as he worked out, which was funny timing, “He loves to work out, can eat more than anyone else, and can be really funny but also adorable! He loves his family a lot, and ends up sacrificing so much to make them happy!” 

He stopped the second you were in the room and walked up to you to look at the picture

“He’s like me…” He tilted his head and saw a ton of similarities in the characters personality and looks to him

“Y-Yeah! Isn’t he cool?” He wasn’t putting the pieces together yet, but you knew he’d get there with time

“Wanna help me with my workout?” He smiled and it made you smile too

You had a big soft spot for the tall demon, if he asked you to do anything in the world you probably would, and he’s showed on multiple occasions that he’d do the same for you

You sat on his back while he did push ups for a while, but then he fell

“B-Beel? Are you okay?” You were concerned and he spun around while lifting you while you laid on his chest, faces super close together

“Does that mean…I’m your favorite character? Uh…demon? …Person?” He was fumbling and it was really cute, honestly

A couple giggles escaped and you kissed the tip of his nose, “Yeah…you are.” 

With a hug as tight but gentle as he gave, it gave you all the answer you needed. He liked you just as much if not more, as shown by the deepening blush on his face

Belphie:

“Belphie look!” You showed him a picture of a character sleeping, “He’s my favorite! He sleeps a lot, and can be a hopeless flirt but it’s sooooo cute! He cares a lot, but has a secret dark side which can be really cool but also scary if it’s directed at you!” 

He was hanging out in his star-gazing room, and looked like he’d fall asleep at any minute

He grinned and grabbed you, pulling you down to his level while he laid on the floor and hugged you close

You blushed a bit, but it wouldn’t be the first time you cuddled with Belphie, since both of you did really like to cuddle. Especially with each other…

“Go on, tell me more.” You were facing each other, one hand holding yours as the other wrapped around your shoulders to your back

You rambled for a bit, but had a hard time making eye contact with him

“No. No more.” You told him, and because you were flustered, you leaned forward and hid your face in his neck

“Awww please? I want to fall asleep hearing all the things you love about me, that you’re projecting onto that character.” So he DID know. Maybe you were being too obvious…

After several moments, he continued with a “Fine, maybe we’ll do the opposite. I’ll tell you all the things I love about you until you fall asleep.” He rubbed your back and chuckled to himself before he did exactly that, saying each and every thing about you he loved, which was more than you thought possible

Falling asleep like this…really isn’t so bad at all

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IM SCREECHINGGG FOR THIS WEEKS PROMPT augh gowd i wish i had any good ideas but nothins poppin up 😭😂 i feel like ill be back in a month like GUYS IMHERE I GOT IT WAIT jggdjlhf

but umm here little prompt if you wan it: ranking m6 most to least likely to sit through a movie actually paying attention and not talking n doing other stuff? i have no idea why i feel like nadia of all people would be the one asking those most obvious questions that are going to get answered in literally 10 seconds if you just keep watching like "oh why are they doing that? whos that guy?" babe i know exactly as much as you at the moment please just- please

julian keeps googling the actors names that he cant remember. murio just sits there and you cant tell if hes enjoying it or zoned out to think about other stuff lmao idk but. i feel like theres a possibility he wouldnt even. like movies as a concept that much. i think people like that exist kghdgj

hope ur doin okay!!! you really posted that break announcement and then just kept hustlin huh xD lobe you m8 💘💕💘💓🌈🫂

The Arcana HCs: M6's bad habits at the movies

~ xD the grind never stops, friend! ~

Julian: googling the movie so he can figure out which actor he knows he recognizes. MC, look at this delicious picture of them. oh, look what else they've been in! MC, can we watch that one next?

Asra: keeps accidentally spoiling any and all of the plot twists by guessing at them with annoying accuracy. don't watch anything with them unless you've already seen it or you're not doing it for the plot

Nadia: keeps asking questions that are obviously not supposed to have answers yet. who's the murderer, Nadia? we don't know yet. it's a murder mystery. not knowing is the point, we're five minutes in -

Muriel: zoning out completely and then getting startled when you react to something in the movie. are you okay? why are you crying? the main character died? ... who was the main character again?

Portia: constant running commentary on any and all social dynamics. that restaurant patron we saw for all of five seconds is definitely gay for the bartender next door. no we didn't see them meet but still

Lucio: keeps comparing himself to the main characters. yeah that guy's a good singer, but he's better. that guy's strong, but he's stronger. that girl's good at makeup, but have you seen his eyeliner?!

[meowsequence]

The paradox of white chest plate is solved!

Warning: 1) Heavy spoilers 2) Lots of text 3) My point of view may change later

Let's recap some "Fake Ending" and "Continue Game" events:

Elster enters the Gates and goes through red desert. Red is the colour of bio-resonance and Ariane's wrath and suffering, or, in other words - Hell. Loops are also part of Hell.

She sees many corpses which are not (!) results of "Leave" ending - these don't look like they died with inner peace, they are far from Penrose-512 and, most importantly, they are still in Hell. These Elsters just never found the Ship or didn't dare to come closer. Remember Ariane's "come closer" call?

This time Elster finally made it to the ship! But then she got injured by invisible strike. Invisible means bio-resonance and there is only one bio-resonant in Hell - it's very creator Ariane. She didn't forgive Elster. Red part of Ariane feels betrayed and who can blame her?

Despite feeling Ariane's wrath, which hurts in many ways, Elster keep going. She puts her hand on the ship and awful noise stops. She climes up Penrose-512 and tries to open the hatch. "Ghost in the Shell" reference shows that Elster does not care of her body, she didn't forgive herself neither. And she fails. Again. And she falls down dying. Again.

She's actually dead, just look at her eye at main menu! The tragic story of Penrose-512 repeated.

We chose to continue and we see memories of Elster and Ariane being happy (interesting detail - back window is blue here)

We coming back to Elster's dead body and see how Ariane's figure appears next to it. Then we see how Ariane's face blends into bandaged version. I guess we can read it as Aline taking over Ariane or it is Ariane's other side kicks in as she looks at poor Elster? The side that is tired of suffering and wants it all to end - the White (sorry, white won't be visible) colour side, aka what's left of original Ariane. (Is it a proof that there are 2 long-haired Arianes in the line-up, so either one of them Aline or Ariane has 2 sides?) And then…

Elster's last memories are taken out of Red Hell (and therefore - out of loop) into White (snowing) Limbo. Just same way it was transferred from dead Elster on Penrose-512 to Hell in the beginning of the game.

Elster opens her eyes and climbing back. She does not use the hatch. Instead she appears in Ariane's room on the same place where original Elster-512 died. She has another dreadful injury now - her heart was brutally ripped out. That is the scary price for another try. It is hard to admit, but love was the reason of Elster's failures. And now she's desperate enough: she gave a promise and she'll do anything. We see exposed blue bones, blue is Elster's colour. And Ariane accepts Elster's hart as a sacrifice and… forgives her?

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Remember that we are still in White Limbo, outside loops of Red Hell. Another Elster's body we find by the cryo-pod is not a result of other in-Hell endings! It shows us WHERE and HOW we should have died! Arm/armour - is a sign of Ariane's forgiveness. We cover red chest plate and arm markings (the colour of Ariane's wrath) in white and blue - colours of Ariane and Elster. And that will protect us. Now she's ready to jump back to Hell. Now Red side of Ariane can't stop her anymore! What she's gonna do about it, huh? Except… hm… driving Adler mad and wake up Falke? >_>