#just... unexpected and weird ig

[ladyhavilliard]

So. I think I do fixate on people, huh.

[toriaaniin]

The Jive

The following is a recreation of a conversation I had the other night with a friend from one of my group chats. Yes, even when I believe in Luke and Nicola as strongly as I do, I suffer from little brain niggles that feed doubt. I'm so very grateful for my chat groups because even though my friends and I regularly review all the info we know, talking it out loud can make all the difference.

Jive with me!

"Let's talk about it again." "Again? We talked about Luke and Antonia as a couple last night." "Yes please. How are you feeling? After last night's talk with the group, we all left feeling good. But how are you feeling now?" "Feeling doubts. Brain niggles." "Yes. Yes; those damned brain niggles. So let's talk about it again. Make it make sense." "You know we never can make it make sense. The pieces don't jive." "You're right; let's try again anyway. Where do we start?"

We start in the present and move back in time. We start back on NYE 2024 and move forward in time. We start in the middle somewhere because why not? With every starting place - forward, backward or round-about in time - we encounter a glitch, or confusion, or a hurdle, or a "no fuckin' way!" or... well, no matter where we start, the pieces just don't jive.

"Let's start in the present day." "Okay. Cool."

We pause and then step gingerly (because yuck, groan and LOL) into a discussion of recent Luke & Antonia sightings like the People Pap photos (clearly arranged) and the Yungblud concert (weird - with, as usual, no IG acknowledgement of a possible evening spent together by either of them. Luke shared a photo of he and his long-time friend Dom/Yungblood. Obviously Dom was Luke's priority for the evening).

"It's all so baffling and confusing! After watching Luke, most especially, and Nicola at the SAGs..."

We find ourselves happily reminiscing about that evening, and the days afterward. We laugh at Nicola's scramble on the following Monday to redirect the narrative to "my buddy", Jake's seemingly emphatic use of the period as punctuation (how I laughed when the Jakola's decided that was a love message!), and then the unexpected (but I feel strategic) follow of Antonia's IG.

"Hey! We've gotten off track. We're supposed to be finding a way to make Luke and Antonia work as a couple." "I know... but we can't compare apples (the best fruit ever) to dog shit. Luke & Antonia have no energy. No light. "Yep. The pieces just don't jive."

We have no choice but to admit that SAGs throws a wrench into the Luke & Antonia narrative, especially given the images published of the two of them together. Dog shit indeed.

"Let's try again." "We've been trying this since the BOSS event on January 30th and you know where we end up. Every time." "Yes, I know. The biggest stumbling block of all. The one golden nugget that kills any and all Lutonia jives."

Yes. I said golden nugget, as in the ultimate breadcrumb. A breadcrumb that can't be eaten by birds like in the Hansel & Gretel fairytale. Something that - when not ignored or obtusely explained away - is tangible.

At some point in the last days of January through to the first days of February, Nicola had a baby. I've read a lot of blogs that laugh at us for suggesting this reality. For me and for many with eyeballs in our head, photos like these tell the story. Plainly.

"There's no doubt that Nicola had a baby. You know that I believe Luke to be the baby's father... but is there a chance he isn't?" "Based on when we believe the baby was born, he was conceived back in late April or early May 2024 during the world tour. Sure, Nicola could have been seeing someone else at the time, but I wonder how he would have felt watching the chemistry between Luke and Nicola? Like that time when she was practically sitting on his lap during the long-sofa livestream (approx April 10)?" "Yes! And during the Australia leg of the WT? Luke couldn't keep his eyes away from Nicola's cleavage in that black dress! "Luke?! How about when he saunters out in that monochromatic beige coat, tank and pants, whips his coat open? Nicola was definitely NOT staring at his eyes then!" 🥵🥵

Bottom line is, if we don't consider Luke, there's no evidence of a significant person - a lover - in Nicola's life back during the time of baby's conception, during the whole world tour OR since. No, I don't count her friend Jake in this role. If I'm pushed on this possibility, and I willingly ignore Jake's preferences: Nicola's friendship with Jake isn't actively reflected in the media until late August... well after the August "Chaos Week" activities and the repeated Luke-coded content shared by Nicola on IG.

Luke being the baby's father jives.

"Let's not forget the polaroid photo of her and Luke in Nicola's phone case. We first saw that in Australia." "That's right. I remember her flashing it during the Taylor Swift concert back on June 21st. And of course she's had a possible Luke photo in her case ever since." "I wonder how a significant non-Luke lover would feel about Nicola carrying around a photo of her co-lead in her phone case, right where she can see it multiple times a day, for this past year?" "She even shared the polaroid phone case photo in her 2024 IG photo dump - mirror selfie in Skims, looking sexy, with her phone case clearly visible. Talk about a Luke breadcrumb!

Luke being the baby's father jives.

So what's with Antonia? Did Luke and Nicola break up before the baby was born? After all, Luke took Antonia to the BOSS event on January 30th... right around the time that Nicola's baby... their baby... was born.

"All I can think of is yuck! That's not the Luke that Nicola has described to us." "I agree. The Luke in People's 'Sexiest Man Alive' This/That video showed a lovely excitement when he described 'fairytale ending': 'Happily married; end of season 3 vibes'. Complete with a love-goofy gaze over at someone (Nicola, of course!)." "Don't forget the Claddagh ring. It hasn't left her left hand since October 1st, and of course the left hand with the heart facing inward signifies marriage." "Well... except for that one time in Paris (Jan 26-28) when she moved it to her right ring finger. I think that's because in those last days of pregnancy, her hands were swollen so she shifted it to a less swollen finger." "Heck! During the SAG interview on January 25th when she declared that she and Luke were 'just friends', she was flashing that ring (on her left hand) around!" "We saw it back on her left hand after Paris. Nicola is married with a child and all clues make Luke the father. All tangible indications (ring [ring truther!], polaroid, SAGs energy, This/That video, audiobook Misdirected [possibly released on Baby Newt's due date, Feb 4th], and other clues) are that Luke and Nicola are together to this day." "But what about Antonia?"

What about Antonia. How about I ask you this. When Nicola and Luke were having their baby, what were we in the fandom talking about? The BOSS event and Antonia. Misdirection. Pure and simple.

We have no idea of all the particulars and the whys. "Why her?!" laments get us nowhere. When we look closely at the "relationship" between Luke and Antonia though, we see nothing that jives. It doesn't fit. To my way of thinking (like many here on Tumblr), this is a contractual agreement only. Don't ask me or anyone why. All we can do is speculate. I've done some research and I've looked at it critically... and while I believe I have some understanding of possible whys, it's still bloody confusing!

My recommendation? Accept the fact that we don't know the whys, and we never will. Accept the fact that a contract exists because groaning about it will only take us to a place of frustration. Simply recognize that there is nothing in a Luke and Antonia "relationship" that jives. Then laugh when you see them in papped photos!

To my way of thinking, Nicola and Luke's baby means their relationship is real. It's always been them. Now it's their little family. This reality is what keeps me here!

We all know what we saw. Luke and Nicola jive. They define jive.

Aaniin Xxx

[wncestnoir]

KISS CAM. the drabble no one asked for but here you go.

Dean loved baseball. The crack of the bat, the smell of overpriced stadium food, the cold beer in his hand—it was all part of the experience. Sam, predictably, was being a little bitch about it, sulking in his seat like he had something better to do.

Which, okay, maybe they did have actual work to focus on. The possible demon three rows down wasn’t going anywhere, but Dean had argued that keeping a low profile meant blending in. What better way to do that than kicking back and enjoying a game?

Then the music changed. The crowd cheered. Dean looked up—and froze.

Right there, on the stadium’s massive screen, were their own stupid faces, framed by a blinding pink heart with KISS CAM stamped over it like a goddamn brand.

Dean choked on his beer. “Oh, hell no.”

Sam’s groan was pure agony. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The crowd was loving this. People were whistling, laughing, egging them on. Someone behind them hollered, “Come on, fellas! Don’t leave us hanging!”

Dean shifted uncomfortably. This was bad. Not because of the kiss itself—hell, he’d done worse things for a case—but because this was Sam.

His brother.

And yet, when he glanced at Sam, all wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, the only thing worse than the sheer wrongness of the situation was the way his stomach did a weird little flip.

"Just shake your head," Sam muttered. "They’ll move on."

The crowd was already booing. People were pissed. Like they’d just insulted the sacred ritual of public make-outs or something. Dean could feel dozens of eyes on them. If they kept refusing, they’d stand out even more.

And, well… if there was one thing Dean Winchester hated, it was being the centre of attention when he didn’t wanna be.

“It’s one kiss,” he said, mostly to himself. “We walk outta here without a target on our backs. No big deal.”

Sam looked like he was reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment. Dean wasn’t exactly thrilled either, but screw it—sometimes you had to take one for the team.

So he leaned in.

The second their lips met, the crowd erupted. It was supposed to be quick—just enough to get people off their backs. But then Sam’s mouth softened against his, his breath warm, and for some insane reason, Dean lingered.

His fingers bunched in Sam’s shirt before he could think better of it.

Sam didn’t pull away.

In fact, he—Jesus Christ—tilted his head, deepening it.

A bolt of heat shot through Dean’s spine, something too raw and too unexpected. He barely registered the roar of the crowd, the distant “Holy shit!” from someone too close. His focus narrowed to the way Sam tasted—familiar, but not, and why the hell did this feel good?

He made a noise before he could stop himself. Low, almost surprised. Sam gripped his arm, his fingers warm through Dean’s jacket, and shit.

Dean yanked himself back first.

His breath was coming too fast. His heart was doing something stupid in his chest. Sam looked just as wrecked—flushed, lips red and wet, staring at Dean like he was waiting for something else.

Dean swallowed hard.

“Well,” he said, his voice rough, “guess we’re committed now.”

And then, before his brain could catch up, he was pulling Sam in again.

To hell with the case.

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because i couldn't get the idea out of my head 😌 just a silly little something ig 😂

[httpsserene]

I’m begging you, please write something for us Lance girlies.

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭-𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞? 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝! - 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐏𝐍𝐅 |

𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

summary: it’s the most wonderful time of the year! you swear there’s love in the air. however, your friends, family, and fans think you need intensive therapy. content warning: vacation romance. girls trip. love at first sight. fluff. profanity. mentions of reader’s previously failed relationships. reader has a mom and sister. sibling dynamics (bullying). friendship. delusion. reader has a puppy. all photos are from pinterest.  pairing: lance stroll x fem!black!reader

from serene: i wish peace, love, and happiness on everyone’s soul…and i hope my unexpected lance stroll smau series distracts you from the torment of the race weekend. LOL xxx < 3

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twitter • ynplays • december 11th

imessage • yn and friends

instagram • ynplays • dec12th • winter wonderland ⚑

liked by kyedae, taytagames, yourmom, and 13,244 others

ynplays: brr 🥶 if only their was a 6-foot, brown-eyed, strong man to keep me warm 😏🥺

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user1 so it starts 😣

➥ user2 please let this be a normal vacation!!!

➥ user3 with yn??? no way

yourmom i didn't raise you to act like this…

➥ yoursister mom idk where you went wrong with her

➥ ynplays she let me have unmonitored access to the internet

➥ user4 ah that makes sense 🙂‍↕️

➥ user5 that'll do it mhm

yourbestie please can we go inside the fucking resort my ass is freezing as im typing this

➥ yourfriend1 u just mad bc u slipped and busted your ass

➥ yourbestie would you be mad if i punched you so hard yo nose broke?

➥ user6 heyyYYY come getcho friends yn!!!

➥ user7 they about to crash out 😳😳😳

user8 lots of athletes like to go skiing and snowboarding during their winter breaks 👀

➥ yourfriend2 DO NOT give her any ideas, pls im begging you 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🙏🏽🙏🏽

➥ user8 american football players, basketball players, racecar drivers, hockey players, tennis players...😏

➥ ynplays omg ao3 fic, meet-cute, 654k words, love at first sight, strangers to lovers, no angst, happy ending, hockey player x yourname romance irl???

➥ yourfriend2 i begged,,,

twitter • ynplays • december 12th

instagram • ynplays • dec13th • the slopes ⚑

liked by yoursister, qtcinderella, yourbestie, and 15,093 others

ynplays: sega’s first snow and my first day on the slopes 🥹🐶

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user9 is your puppy named after the video game franchise, SEGA?

➥ ynplays yes! sega made mortal kombat which is my fav fighting game, so i named her after the company :)

➥ ynplays also, you can't forget about sonic and persona (super monkey ball too!!!)

➥ user10 me n the boys go crazy on super monkey ball

yourbestie pretty girl < 3

➥ yoursister if i was a man...mhm 😈

➥ yourfriend1 why do u always say some weird shit

➥ user11 turning your family tree into a circle energy

user12 are you just skiing or are you going to snowboard too??

➥ ynplays i want to do both! starting with skiing bc it's a "ski" resort ig? but i can't wait to try a board :)

➥user13 sounds like a fun! hope you have a nice vacay < 3333

user14 YNNNN ⚠️⚠️ you should get some of those plush turtles that you put on your butt so it doesn't hurt as much when you fall ⚠️⚠️

➥ user15 yes omg like this comment so she can see ittttt

➥ user16 those cushions literally saved my ass when i went boarding last year fr

➥ ynplays should i get one? do they sell them anywhere near the resorts?

➥ user16 yes, they should!

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption; well,,,i think i need skiing lessons. hope the man i ran into has less snow down his shirt than i do.]

user17: eating shit is a staple of learning to ski

user18: the man 😀🫨 ynplays: i think it was the same dude who opened the door for me !!! user18: babe that's fate atp i don't make the rules

yourfriend2: i think you're about to have your meet-disaster. look up, he's skiing our way ynplays: oGM WH$T TH3!?!!

twitter • ynplays • december 13th

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption1; he said i was a total loss at skiing and taught me how to snowboard instead ;p] [caption2; is it love if he buys you $25 ski resort hot cocoa?]

user19: oh no you're down BAD

yourfriend1: idk if it’s love but it's a stupid purchase 👏🏽 i can tell you that much

yoursister: no the fuck it's not love 🤬

user20: $25 HOT COCOA?!! outrageous user20: you better marry that man ynplays: you understand me on an subatomic level

instagram • yourbestie • dec13th • the shredder ⚑

liked by ynplays, yoursister, yourfriend2, and 8,764 others

yourbestie: we’re all way better at this snowboarding thing, even yn. thanks to her “brown eyed beau” 🤨 (her name not mine)

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user21: oh them drinks look thirst quenching 🤤🤤🤤

➥ user22: i wish free refills were implemented worldwide

user23: they would have to chain me up in my room if i were at this resort...i'd be foaming out the mouffff 😮‍💨🥴

➥ user24: bro what 🤣🤣🤣

➥ user25: think it's time you get castrated lil bro

➥ user26: watchlist type beat 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

yourfriend1: i thought this was supposed to be a girls trip :(

➥ yourfriend2: it never is with yn unfortunately

➥ yourbestie: FRFR this turned into the girls....and l****

➥ ynplays: don't be fucking rude 😒

➥ ynplays: he payed for our drinks and taught me how to shred ☹️

user27: "l****" ???? alright agents let's find out who this mfer is

➥ user28: *brushes off my criminal justice degree*

➥ user29: i've compiled a list of five letter boy names that start with L on a google doc and male celebs who have posted any ski resort pics or those who implied they were going

➥ user30: i have a google doc of all the male athletes who have posted any skiing/snowboading/resort pics AND athletes who implied they were going somewhere cold for holiday

➥ user29: ,,,i like your style. let's merge our docs 🤝

➥ user31: post the link on twitter and let's fucking get to it

© httpsserene 2024

[ghostofhyuck]

when someone won't stop sending you messages. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

‧˚ʚ ───────── ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ───────── ɞ˚‧

AN: Just an unexpected prompt because a former classmate of mine won't stop sending me messages! (Weirdo) 

Mark Lee

Mark knows about that guy who you met at your internship. He won't stop chatting you in your social media that you started worrying. "Just mute him," Mark said because he knows that it's hard for you to block and unfollow people who you used to be close with him. You only follow your boyfriend's order and mutes the guy's account on your social media. "If he chats you again, just tell me." Mark said one last time. 

Huang Renjun

It's frustrating because you already ignored him on your Instagram, now he's on your Twitter dm. You couldn't help but to let out a frustrated sigh because why can't guys take a fucking hint!? But in a split second, Renjun grabs your phone and you weren't able to stop him from chatting a long-ass message to the guy, telling him to fuck off because he's being a creep, and then presses send. "Don't worry, I put my name below, he should know that you're taken."

Lee Jeno

You only stared at your phone. You don't know what to do when your former classmate sent you another message. He's weird for pressing likes on your ig stories and now, he creepily sent you a "hi." You know that he has some hidden intentions, that's why suddenly, Jeno grabs your phone and sees what you've been staring at. "Jeno ---" "Blocked him for you," your boyfriend said, returning your phone to you. "You shouldn't let people make you uncomfortable." 

Lee Donghyuck

"What's his name?" Haechan asked when you told him that your former friend sent you a message once again. You stared at your boyfriend but it seems like he was serious about sending the guy a message since you told him that you're starting to feel uncomfortable with the unsolicited messages. You told him the guy's name and you watch Haechan type on his phone with a serious look. Minutes after, he looks at you and gently smiles, "That'll stop him."

Na Jaemin

You opened your concern to Jaemin when you found out that you had a missed call from your former classmate. It used to be just him sending you a message and no matter how many times you ignore his messages, he would still send you messages. You were in the middle of your rant when you heard your phone's ringtone. Jaemin only smiled at you, asking for your phone in which you gave without any hesitations. "Don't worry princess, I got you." Jaemin said before his expression turned into a serious one. 

Zhong Chenle

"Let me see," Chenle looks at the chatbox. It contains nothing but tons of message from that guy you met at a bar, and that was years ago! You were surprised when he started spamming you with messages. "What's his number?" he asked and you only looked at your boyfriend. "Come on, he won't stop unless someone told him to fuck off," you were convinced, giving him the guy's number, and you watch as Chenle let out string of curses at the guy, telling him to stay away from you. 

Park Jisung

First, you can't block him because he's a former classmate of yours. Your other classmates will know that you did it and you don't want to cause any drama. Even though you ignored him numerous times, he still won't stop chatting you, even sending you a text message as if he was desperate. Jisung had enough of it, he grabs your phone, blocks him on your phone and returns your phone to you. "If he chats you one more time, I'll expose him if that means shutting him up." your boyfriend said while wearing his sweetest smile. 

[luvologyy]

Hmm…. How do you think the tuplar crew would react to their long-haired s/o suddenly showing up to their house, one day , with short hair 🤔

(Bonus points if the s/o acts all nonchalant about it too 🤭)

I love this anon, especially bc I cut my hair a couple of months ago, and it's growing back long, lol

⋆.˚ ★— luscious locks

Anya, daisuke, curly, swansea, Jimmy x reader

no specific detail about readers' hair type! It can be any to your liking (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) + different hair headcanons too ig reader acts all nonchalant lmaoo

Takes place on earth! Enjoy ୨ৎ

Anya

★ when anya opened her door and saw you with your long hair so much shorter than before, her jaw was DROPPED.

★ she couldn't form words, she wasn't weirded out by your new hair, it was just a surprised to her, so unexpected yk yk??

★ even though she was sad to see your long hair gone, she supports anything you choose to do with your hair.

★ overall, she asks questions about you cutting your hair, asking, "What made you cut it?" Or "did you cut it yourself?" Just curious about your hair journey ykk

★ she loves playing with your hair, with your permission ofc. It doesn't matter if you got short or long, she loves itt

★ she always loved styling your hair, too! Like tying it up in buns or ponytails. Even though your hair is shorter and harder to style, it doesn't stop anya.

Daisuke

★ daisuke wasn't expecting anyone to show up at his house, but there you are! But when he saw you, bro was DEVESTATED..

★ he loved your long hair and how soft it was.. but now IT WAS SHORT. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THINGG!? Daisuke thought.

"Y/N.." daisuke said, his jaw literally dropped

"What? What's wrong?"

"YOUR HAIR!!" He yelled, pointing towards your hair.

★ will not stop bugging you about your hair, poking your head when he's with you, and sadly running his fingers through your short hair.

★ ofc, he doesn't actually hate it. It just sucks that he's not the only one with shortish hair now.

★ he'll like it if you dye your hair different colors!

★ like he doesn't care if you cutted your hair or not, he'll love it if you have colorful hair.

★ every time he'll pass by you, he'll scruff up your short hair with his hand, just to annoy you.. yk how daisuke is

Curly

★ He's really surprised, but happy to see your new hair !

★ he loves your new hair, yeah.. he did live your longer hair, but he loves it short, too.

★ he supports any choices you do with your hair, just like anya.

★ if it's cutting your hair, styling it in funky ways, dying your hair? He'll help you! He's the most supportive guy you'll know.

★ he can't help but be surprised and laugh from seeing your new hair, not making fun of it, just out of shock and a mix of happiness, yk??

★ curly will rain you with compliments.. NONSTOP. telling you how pretty your hair is and how soft it is, and how it suits you a lot.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!" Curly laughed out when he saw you

"What, what's wrong?" You said blankly

"Your hair!"

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it looks nice on you."

★ he can't help but stare at your new hair, just admiring your new hair.

Swansea

★ as soon as he cracked open the door, he swore you almost gave him a heart ATTACKK!

★ He's absolutely disappointed in you. He'll just stand there in denial..

"What the fuck is this?.."

"What's wrong, swansea??"

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHAT'S WRONG??"

★ one of his favorite things about you will always be your hair. But now, since it's not long like how he likes, he's DEVESTASTED

★ will lecture and scold you like an old man, telling you dumb stuff about you cutting your hair.

★ will not stop bugging you about you cutting your hair. He'll BE ALL ON YOU, reminding of your old long hair and how much he loved it. He'll be so extra with it, girll..

★ doesn't understand why you would cut it. He thought your long hair was perfect.

★ he definitely has to get used to your new hair. He just hopes your hair will grow back longer (not knowing you'll prolly cut it again lol.)

★ he does learn to like it, but he'll always prefer your long hair. he's just a little hater..

★ will lecture you NONSTOPP like your his child (you being a grown ass adult too💀) knowing damn well he's not your dad. (Love a father figure)

Jimmy

★ He's in disbelief, never thought you'd cut your AMAZING LUSCIOUS HAIR.

★ the whole day you're with him, he will give you stink eye..

★ will give you silent treatment. He's THAT petty. He's that mad at you just because you cutted your long hair.

★ he'll eventually give up and will talk to you after trying to give you silent treatment. But he's still disappointed in you for cutting your hair.

★ just like Swansea, he'll definitely have to get used to your new hair.

★ he'll just stare at you, looking at your new hair with the biggest frown on his face.

★ calm down, he doesn't actually hate your short hair (that much..) he just acts petty and extra.

I'm not surprised if this flops THIS IS SOO LAZYYY

[tattoosingarishhues]

Like I'm kinda into this guy from my pokemon tourneys, but there are various. Issues? Idk. He has a girlfriend, and I thought he was straight? Anyways there have been Various. Moments I will say that make me confused and I will probs never say anything unless he does. Alas...

Having a crush on someone is frankly embarrassing -_-

[nyctoaerah]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

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The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 17 - Letters

Content includes: Idia x reader, pre-relationship, reader is referred to as Prefect, reader has anxiety, Idia and his strange way of speaking (affectionate)

The first time you sent a letter to Idia Shroud, you were quite nervous. 

You’ve been wanting to talk to him for a while, finding him interesting even if you only knew him through a screen. However, you are just as shy as he is, and the thought of even approaching his Ipad was enough to freak you out. 

Originally, you had planned on finding him online. That seemed much easier, plus he would be more likely to engage that way. Then you remembered that you don’t have a phone. For that matter, you have no access to the internet at all. 

That’s why you decided on the letters. 

You spent all night writing out your first letter, wracked with nerves as you tried to think of the perfect things to say. The thought of actually sending this out embarrassed you to your very core, but you knew it was at least worth a try. 

Since you knew you wouldn’t be able to get to Idia on your own, you enlisted the help of Ortho. The next day at school, you approached him, awkwardly handing off the letter with an equally as awkward explanation of your plan. 

Ortho, for his part, is absolutely delighted at your idea, happy someone wants to be friends with his brother. He happily agrees to be your delivery boy, which does help to ease some of your nerves. 

You spend the rest of the day feeling nervous, hoping Idia won’t think you’re weird for this. Some people would definitely find this strange, but maybe Idia will be more open minded. 

Surprisingly, you get your answer the next day in the form of a letter. Ortho floats up to you, as sunny as ever, excitedly handing you a letter. 

You thank him, taking it out of his hands. For now, you place it in your bag, deciding to read it once you return to your dorm. 

The day seems to just drag on, almost as if it doesn’t want you to read the letter. It grates on your nerves, and you’re so thankful when the final bell rings. Without saying anything to your friends, you dart off to your dorm. 

When you actually pull the letter out of your bag, however, you hesitate. Ortho certainly seemed happy, but did he know what Idia wrote? What if it was something bad, like that he thought you were weird? The anxiety ate at you, and you almost chickened out of reading it. 

But, before you could let those thoughts win, you push them away and open the letter, taking a deep breath before reading it. 

Hi Prefect, 

This is pretty unexpected ngl. I was gonna ignore this at first, but that was before Ortho told me it was from you. That sounds kinda cringy, I know. 

Anyway, thanks ig. I didn’t think anyone wanted to talk to me, especially like this. It feels so old time-y, but I guess that is sorta your vibe, huh? I’ll let you decide if that’s an insult or not. 

If you wanna keep this going, I guess I wouldn’t mind. Ortho says it’ll be good for me, and unfortunately, I can’t say no to him. He looked so excited, but I’m sure you already saw him too. 

And, don’t worry, he didn’t read this, or yours. He kinda wanted to, but I told him no. So, feel free to say whatever in these. Only I’ll see them. 

Idia Shroud

You smile, relieved that this went well. His writing is exactly how you imagined it would be, but that’s all part of the charm. 

After thinking for a moment, you decide it best to keep his letter in the drawer of the desk next to your bed. You place it in gently, smiling at it one last time before closing the drawer. 

Then you sit down at your desk, taking out a sheet of paper, thinking about how you want to respond. This time, your anxiety is almost nonexistent, instead replaced with a more giddy feeling as you put pen to paper.

[ray2rkz]

OG Trio Groupchat Pt. 2

(Mikey, Baji, Sanzu) Pt. 1 is here

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Baji: HARUCHIYO SANZU R YU INSANE

Baji: WAT IS WRONG WITH YU

Baji: MIKEY TEEL HIM TO STOP

Mikey: What happened? What did he do this time

Sanzu: I told y'all I would do this, no reason to be so surprised??

Mikey: what?

Baji: HE FCKING TREATED CHIFUYU

Mikey: ... do you mean treated or threated ??

Baji: weres the diference

Sanzu: he means threated. I threated chifuyu

Mikey: WHAT WHY

Sanzu: BECAUSE this stupid dumbass needs to learn how to spell and Chifuyu has to teach him

Baji: YU TOLD HIM YU WULD KILL HIM

Sanzu: I am going to kill both of you if I ever have to read one of your messages again

Mikey: how about we calm down and NOT kill anybody

Mikey: I forbid you to

Sanzu: that's unfair

Baji: ITS UNFAIR TAT YOU WANT TO KILL ME ONLY CUZ I CANT SPEL

Sanzu: I don't think so

Mikey: I think so

Sanzu:... fine

Sanzu: only cuz mikey said so

Mikey: thanks

Baji: and say sory to Chifuyu he is scarred asf

Sanzu: I am definitely not going to say sory

Sanzu: do I look stupid

Mikey: holy sht just say sorry to this poor boy

Sanzu: I don't know where he is

Sanzu: To find him I would have to stalk Baji again

Sanzu: are you sure you want that

Sanzu: ???

Baji: no plz dont do tat

Baji: I have nightmares of seing yur pink hair behind korners

Sanzu: guess I can't say sorry to Chifuyu then, too bad

Mikey: are you serious

Sanzu: yes

Mikey: Baji add this Chifuyu to the gc

Mikey: I want get to know him too

Sanzu: wasn't this supposed to be only the three of us? :/

Mikey: yeah, but we're going to kick him out afterwards dw

Baji: haruchiyo did yu just use one of thesee punktuation marcks Emojis??

Sanzu: I am surprised you even know what a punctuation mark is, but yes I did

Sanzu: what's so weird about it?

Baji: idk I didnt thing yu would do tat

Mikey: I like to use them sometimes too??

Baji: yea but with yu I now yu would do tat

Baji: with haru it was unekspected

Mikey: wtf is unekspected

Sanzu: SEE HE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIS SPELLING

Mikey: nah, I know that he means unexpected, but how does one go from x to ks

Mikey: also I get that he's surprised, I didn't think you would use them too

Sanzu: idk it's probably a habit I got from you and the kawata twins

Baji: the kawata twins?? yu text with tem??

Sanzu: yeah, Mucho likes them and the four of us also have a gc

Baji: didnt expect tat

Mikey: same

Mikey: but nice to see that you have friends haru :D

Sanzu: yeah ig so

Baji: anyways I am gonna add chifuyu

Sanzu: omg another mistake free message, I'm so proud of you Baji

Baji: tyy

[pipsipey17]

love and literature | chapter 3: bad kind of butterflies.

professor!natasha romanoff x college student!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist

summary: some unexpected news from your sister.

contains: just some tension ig

previous chapter | next chapter

It has already been a month since you have been living with Natasha on the same roof and a lot of adjustments have been made, not only at home but also at school. Some of them were fine but the rest of them annoyed the hell out of you.

You hate her that was certain, but you have been feeling things for her whenever the two of you had interactions with each other. Whether they were good or bad. You knew it was wrong and weird but you fantasized about kissing her

“You coming Y/N?” Wanda asked as you were walking to your next class along with Pietro, Peter and Carol.

Pietro is Wanda’s twin brother and you have the same classes with him in almost every single subject except for Russian Literature that’s why you have been friends with him too.

Well for Peter, you and him have been lab partners since freshman year and he has been a huge help for you when it came to Science. He is definitely a Science geek but he means well.

As for Carol, apparently has had a thing for you since you started playing for the volleyball team of the university. She’s a beautiful blonde, has a bold yet great personality and is even the captain of the cheerleading team.

You decided to give it a shot, even though you already told her that you don’t take relationships that seriously. She agreed saying that she’s willing to risk it and that she might even change that for you. And now, you have just been letting the relationship take its course and see where it will take you.

“You know I can’t Wanda, ever since Natasha moved in I haven’t been able to go out after school because I apparently have to ride home with her.” You replied with a hint of disappointment and annoyance in your voice.

This was one of the adjustments that annoyed you, since Natasha brings her car to school everyday, your sister told you that you can just ride home with her. Except for the days that you have student council work to do or you have volleyball training cause you go home later than usual. You couldn’t even stay in one room together without you feeling a bit angry or annoyed at her, let alone a car ride home with her even though it’s only a 30 minute car ride.

“Oh come on baby, it’s the weekend tomorrow, why don’t you text your sister that you’re going out later and see how that goes.” Carol said as she placed her arm around your waist.

Wanda rubbed her temple and said, “I swear, Professor Romanoff isn’t even your sister and yet she acts like one more than Maria.”

“She’s more like a babysitter in my opinion.” Pietro snickered, making Wanda roll her eyes at her twin brother.

You started typing your text message to Maria and a few seconds later you hit send. Your sister immediately read the text message and replied with, “Alright, just don’t be home too late.”

“So?” Wanda asked as she heard the sound from your phone.

“She said yes.” You replied, making Wanda squeal with joy.

“Hell yeah! We’re getting drunk tonight.” Peter cheered.

~~~

You were now at the parking lot of the school on your way to find Natasha, a few moments later you finally saw Natasha and she was leaning against her car with a cigarette in hand, she was also already looking in your direction.

“Isn’t this a non-smoking area?” You asked with your arms crossed.

Natasha hummed, “Yes, but I am not a student like you.” She quipped.

You wanted to roll your eyes so badly at her response but you stopped yourself, “I’m not riding home with you today, I’ve got plans.” You said as you looked directly at her emerald green eyes.

“And by plans you mean?” She asked with her brow raised and a drag from her cigarette.

“I’m just going out with my friends.” You simply replied.

Natasha looked behind you and saw that Carol was waiting by the light post a few meters away from the both of you. “Right, friends.” she said with obvious sarcasm in her voice. She clicked her tongue and asked, “Does Maria know about this?”

“She does,” You replied and showed her your conversation with Maria earlier.

It wasn’t what she meant, she wanted to know if Maria knew about you dating the cheerleader but she would just ask you about that some other time.

“Fine, I’ll see you later.” She lastly said before she dropped her cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it, she then went into her car and drove off.

“Shall we go?” You suddenly heard Carol ask as she held your hand.

You nodded and said, “Yeah, let’s go and have some fun.”

~~~

A few drinks later, you decided to call it a night, it was getting late and you didn’t want an earful from your sister at an ungodly hour.

But what you didn’t expect was seeing a very familiar car waiting by the entrance. The window rolled down and you saw the very least person you wanted to see, Natasha.

“I didn’t ask for a chauffeur.” You said with annoyance.

“Your sister asked me to pick you up. She has an emergency at work if that's why you're wondering I'm the one picking you up instead of your sister.” Natasha plainly said to you with her piercing eyes almost as if she's going to eat you whole.

You were a bit scared with how she's looking at you but your anger and annoyance were dominating, “I'm not riding with you, I'm clearly not drunk so I don't need someone to bring me home. Plus, I'm going to walk Carol to her dorm.”

If Natasha was keeping her composure earlier, she’s sure as hell isn't now after you mentioned that girl.

What she did next is something you didn't expect at all, she got out of her car and grabbed both of your arms, placed them on your back then pushed you onto the wall and twisted one of your arms making you hiss and curse in pain.

“Ow! S-stop that!” you yelped.

Natasha leaned on your ear and whispered, “I'm going to stop once you step inside the car. So, I'll tell you this one more time, get. in.”

The way her voice husked in your ear definitely made you feel something but you still weren't going to easily fold, “Like hell I will.” you said making Natasha twisting your arm more making you scream in pain this time. After a few moments you finally gave up, “A-Alright, I-I'll get in.” you said, making Natasha chuckle and let go of your wrist, “Good, thought we're going to be here all night.”

Natasha then strutted back to her car as you continued to rub your wrist in pain later seeing a slight bruise forming as you entered the car.

“That's gonna teach you to listen to me, Y/N. I may be living rent free in your household but that doesn't mean you're allowed to disrespect me once we're outside campus.” Natasha said as she started to drive away.

You rolled your eyes and sat silent in your seat, until your phone rang, the caller ID revealing that your girlfriend was calling. "Hey babe. Yeah sorry, apparently, my sister told Natasha to pick me up." you heard Natasha click her tongue.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. Alright. Bye." you said then ended the call.

"Didn't say the 'L' word?" Natasha suddenly asked.

You scoffed, "No, we're not seriously dating. There's no need for that."

"Ah, so it's more on just sex then?" Natasha asked with a smirk on her face.

"What? N-no I mean… kind of, I mean…" you groan in frustration, "You know what, it's none of your business."

"Fine, I already got a clue anyway just from the answer alone." Natasha replied, her smirk not leaving her face.

"Whatever." you said while rolling your eyes.

Natasha suddenly grabbed your thigh and dug her nails into it making you hiss in pain, "Roll your eyes at me one more time, you're going to get it." she said as she continued driving and digging her nails into your thigh.

What she said and did made you remain still and silent in your seat, thankfully, you were already near your home.

Once you arrived, you immediately left the car and went inside to your bedroom, laying face planted onto the mattress and finally succumbed to sleep.

~~~

"I'm going on a business trip for a few weeks," Maria said as you ate breakfast.

"What? You're leaving me here?" You said in shock and disbelief.

"I wish you could come with me but you have school and plus, you have Natasha to stay here with you."

That was the issue, you didn't want to be left alone together with the woman you certainly despised with your whole being.

"When are you leaving?" Natasha asked as she got up from her seat and placed her dishes on the sink.

"Tonight, so that's why I won't be here once you guys get back." Maria replied as she also got up and placed her dishes on the sink.

You lastly got up and gathered all your dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. After that, you hugged your sister and said, "Take care big sis."

She hugged you back and replied, "Of course I will. I love you little sis."

You said I love you back and Natasha was just watching the whole scene unfold in front of her, it always made her smile when she would see you let all your guard down around your sister, it just meant that you really felt safe around her.

It reminded her of her sister, Yelena. Who is busy traveling the world and living her best life, making up for the lost time she had before because of their past.

Maria released her embrace. “Go wait for Natasha in her car, I have to talk to her about something first.” she said and you nodded in response then left the room with Natasha's car keys in hand.

Once they heard the door close, Maria took a deep breath and spoke, “You can… take care of her for me right? She tends to be reckless sometimes and I just want to make sure she's not going to be in some trouble while I'm gone.”

“You can count on me Maria, I mean, I already got a taste of that when I picked her up last night.”

What Natasha said made Maria raise a brow at her, “Really? What did she do?”

“She refused to get in the car with me, but it's fine, I managed.” Natasha replied with a slight smirk on her face.

“I see, well… I hope you won't experience more of that in the next few days. Well, anyway, you guys got to go, it's getting a bit late.” Maria lastly said before they hugged and Natasha left the kitchen.

Starting tonight, you'll be left with the woman you hate but at the same time feel certain things for. You're nervous but excited even to see what will happen the next few days of the two of you living together without your sister.

Natasha got in her car and started the engine. But before she starts to drive she looked you in the eyes and said, “Look, I know you don't like me and I can't blame you for that but we'll be living together for a few weeks and I want us to be friends even just for the time being for the sake of your sister.”

A smirk formed on your face, “Alright, if that's what you want then let's be friends.” you simply replied and Natasha did a simple nod in respone and started to drive you both to school.

Let the games begin.

[graysondarling]

ᝰ.ᐟ Different scenarios with the Lin Kuei brothers

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ tw: none

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I'm trying something different this time??? Ig.

˚⋆｡Bi-Han (Ghost), Kuai Liang (Sweet Dream), Tomas (Hands)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・

Bi-Han

(name) watched Bi-Han from the shadows in the ethereal realm, her spectral form tinged with a melancholy glow. She couldn't communicate directly with him, so she whispered in the wind, hoping her words would reach him.

One moonlit night, as Bi-Han walked through a lonely courtyard, (name) mustered the courage to make her presence known. "Bi-Han," she muttered, the wind carrying her voice like a delicate melody.

Bi-Han came to a halt, a shiver running down his spine. (Name) lingered nearby, her translucent figure yearning for a connection, unbeknownst to him. "Who's there?" he inquired, scanning the shadows.

"It's me," she responded, barely audible. "Someone who has been watching, longing for a connection that transcends the boundaries of our worlds."

Bi-Han frowned, unable to pinpoint the source of the mysterious voice. "Show yourself!"

(name) hesitated, then whispered, "I can't. But I need you to understand – I am not a threat."

Bi-Han's scepticism faded as his curiosity grew. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to be seen by you, even if just for a moment." (name) confessed.

Bi-Han, though still uncertain, couldn't ignore the sincerity in her voice. "How can I see someone who isn't truly here?"

She rustled leaves to form patterns on the ground, hoping he would notice. "Bi-Han," she whispered through the rustling leaves, "I'm trying to reach out to you."

He stopped, glancing around. "This is getting absurd. If someone is here, reveal yourself!"

(name) sighed, realising how difficult her situation was. She embraced a new strategy, determined. She began to subtly manipulate the environment, making lanterns flicker and shadows dance. "Bi-Han, can you feel the energy around you?" she asked, amidst the orchestrated chaos. "This is me, desperately attempting to connect."

Bi-Han, now slightly unnerved, clenched his fists. "Enough games. If you have something to say, say it clearly!"

(name) felt a pang of frustration but refused to give up. One night, as Bi-Han strolled by an ancient tree, she gathered all her spectral energy. "Bi-Han," she called out with a surge of determination, "look into the shadows, and you might catch a glimpse of the love that defies the boundaries of existence."

Bi-Han turned towards the tree, sensing a strange energy in the air. (name) willed herself to be seen, a faint silhouette against the darkness. Their gazes locked for a split second, his mortal gaze locked onto her ghostly visage.

"I see you," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

(name) beamed with joy, a luminous glow surrounding her. "You felt it. The connection that surpasses the realms. I've longed for this moment."

Bi-Han, though bewildered, couldn't deny the weird bond that had formed. "Who are you, really?"

"I am (name)," she confessed, her voice fading as she retreated back into the shadows. "A spirit who dared to fall in love with a mortal. Remember me, Bi-Han."

As (name) faded away, Bi-Han stood alone under the ancient tree, grappling with the otherworldly encounter. Love, it seemed, could bridge even the widest gaps between the living and the dead.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Kuai Liang

(Name) and Kuai Liang, the enigmatic Scorpion of the Shirai Ryu, found themselves nestled together in an unexpected haven in the quiet moments before sleep. The moonlight painted a delicate tapestry on the room's walls, and shadows played on Scorpion's face, emphasising the intensity in his eyes.

(Name) traced a pattern on Scorpion's forearm, adorned with the kunai and rope dart that were the hallmarks of his deadly arsenal. "Who would have thought that the feared specter of the Netherrealm enjoys these peaceful interludes?"

Scorpion's lips curled into a rare, genuine smile. "In the stillness, I find moments of respite from the chaos that plagues my existence. It is a welcome reprieve."

She chuckled, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of his mask. "I never imagined I'd find myself in the company of the infamous Scorpion, let alone sharing a quiet night with him."

His eyes softening as he gazed at her. "And yet, here we are. Fate has a way of weaving unexpected bonds."

As the conversation flowed, (Name) probed deeper into the realms of Scorpion's thoughts. "Do you ever regret the path you've walked, Scorpion? The choices that led you to become the specter of vengeance?"

Scorpion's eyes became reflective. "I cannot afford the luxury of regret." My actions are entwined with a cycle of blood and vengeance. However, I find solace in these moments with you that go beyond the confines of my cursed existence."

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "You're more than the legend, Scorpion. There's a person beneath the mask, and I want to know him."

A silence lingered, pregnant with unspoken truths. Scorpion broke it with a quiet admission, "Underneath the fiery exterior lies a soul burdened by its past. Yet, your presence offers a glimmer of warmth."

(Name) smiled, her eyes locking with his. "You're not just the specter of vengeance. You're Kuai Liang, a person with dreams and hopes. Tell me about them."

Tomas and (Name) moved through the crowd with ease, their fingers intertwined like an unspoken promise. (Name) cast a glance at Tomas, a soft smile on her lips.

And so, in the embrace of the night, Scorpion unfolded the chapters of his mortal self. Dreams of redemption, of breaking free from the chains that bound him to the Netherrealm. The room echoed with their whispered confessions, forging a bond that transcended the realms they inhabited.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Tomas Vrbada

"(Name)," Tomas said, his normally stern voice softened by the chaotic symphony that surrounded them. "This is... A bit unexpected."

She squeezed his hand gently, the crowd acting as a shield to their shared secret. "Sometimes, the unexpected moments are the most precious ones."

The city lights painted a canvas of possibilities as they emerged from the crowd. Tomas hesitated, but (Name) clung to the connection they had discovered. They walked in unison, their steps guided by a silent understanding.

Tomas spoke again, his words carrying a vulnerability seldom seen on the battlefield. "Your touch is a calming force."

(Name) chuckled, her laughter a melody during the night. "Who would have thought the mighty Tomas Vrbada could find peace in a crowded street?"

He shot her a playful glance. "Perhaps strength is not just in combat but also in unexpected moments especially when it's with you."

Their walk continued, punctuated by shared laughter and sidelong glances. The city served as a backdrop to their growing bond. (Name) turned to Tomas as they found a quiet spot.

"You know, sometimes the best alliances are formed in the most unexpected places."

Tomas nodded, a genuine smile gracing his face. "Indeed, and perhaps this alliance is destined for something beyond battles."

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 418: Hi, Jerry.

Jerry Miller used to go to bed early. He liked to get up, get to the gym, get his day at the dealership started off right. Jerry used to do that, but lately he stays up really late watching tv. He drags himself out of bed now, a lot of times late for work. He doesn’t go to the gym anymore. 

Jerry Miller used to be the boss. He managed Wellspring Honda. General Manager: it said it right there on his office door, on the little plaque, the sign thing. Now he didn't have an office. You don’t need an office when your work now is stocking the parts department. You just get a little desk that you have to share with Mario. That’s at least what Donn- excuse me, Mrs. Hanover - says. 

Jerry Miller, bleary eyed and disheveled, knew things were different now at Wellspring Honda. Ever since the Hanover daughters took over and granted their father an early, unexpected retirement last month. Ever since men were taken out of managing the place, the sales department, the finance office, even service. Ever since then, everything was different. And, of course, especially ever since Melissa left. 

Now the place sucks.

Well, it doesn’t suck. Sales are up: great. The new POS System is working: fine. The owners are happy. But for Jerry Miller, it sucks, and it all started when Melissa Monroe, the chick that he’d put in charge of the scheduling office, left for that other job. 

Yeah, Jerry Miller had known she was going to school. She said she wanted to be an office administrator, for real. But he’d figured a girl like her - god how he used to love to drop by the scheduling department just to see what outfit she’d come to work in, shoot the shit with her and her cute friends for a while - really just wanted to land a guy and pump out some puppies. She didn’t really want a career, right? Jesus. I guess I was wrong. 

Currently, and for the third time tonight, Jerry Miller was beating himself off to the interview of Melissa on Channel 5. He’d taped it, taped the piece from yesterday. It was well past when he should be in bed but he was replaying it again and again and again. He couldn’t believe his eyes. What the fuck had happened to her?!? 

Sure, Melissa Monroe used to be hot, the hottest of the hot girls he hired to do things for the dealership like sit behind the desks and answer the phones.Like the ones in scheduling: Randi Mongillo, Amelia Eklund, Josie Jensen, those girls that seemed to get hotter every month. They had left when Melissa hired them away from him soon after she’d gotten her new job as an office girl at some medical practice. Yes, he’d made Melissa the manager of the schedulers. Even though she was dumb as a brick, he thought it’d help him get into her pants, but nope. It didn’t work, neither did hiring some of them for sales, like that Katie O’Rourke and Stephanie Wo…whatever her name was. They wouldn’t sleep with him either. He’d hired all of them, and they pretty much all left him. Now he had to sit with Mario.

Jerry Miller had been half-stalking Melissa’s social accounts for a while now. Hers, Katie’s, even the official IG account of their new office. How could Melissa have gotten even hotter?!? That big ass of hers had gotten bigger, those tits had ballooned larger, and for god's sake, in the name of all that was holy, she’d somehow grown taller. She talked about it in the tv interview, how tall she was getting. She was like a giant now!! And, secretly, he’d never really told anyone, but over these past couple of years he’d come to really like tall women. Big women. Like, majorly big women. It was weird, but it’d become kind of an obsession. She’d now become an obsession. Since he’d known her, since he’d first hired her, he'd jerked off to her more times than he could count, but recently - yikes. The first interview piece on Channel 5 aired last night, and he had to take the day off today. I may take tomorrow off, too. Go see her, say hi, apply for a job there in person. Let her know I’m serious..

Melissa Monroe used to work for Jerry Miller, but now more than anything he wanted to work for her. He’d reached out yesterday, DM’d her, texted her, asking if they’d hire him. He’d do anything. She basically told him, in her own sweet way, to fuck off. Looking through what her followers said it was no secret that many found Melissa well beyond attractive. They were borderline obsessed with her; that was perhaps more accurate, especially since this interview aired. Jerry had gone on the chat boards today, had watched her social media accounts - she had a couple profiles, both public and private on Instagram, and they were exploding. Though many might find it overwhelming, Melissa seemed to relish such attention rather than shirk it. In fact it seemed like she was encouraging them all to “watch it again”, to go out of their way to develop what might be seen as an unhealthy fascination. Her message, and that of her friends when they decided to chime in was clear: watch it again and again and again. He was sure there were tons of guys now who’d want to work for her just to get the chance to see her in person and be near that goddamn magnificence...

But I’m not just any guy! I’m different!! Jerry Miller told himself, She knows me!! I gave her her first management job! If I go down there tomorrow, tell her I’ll do anything - work a desk, mop floors, clean her toilet for god's sake - maybe she’ll…she’ll…

In front of his television, late that Thursday night, Jerry Miller gets on his knees. He reaches for the vaseline again, hits rewind, and imagines how it could be, how his life could change. She’d told him, when he texted her for the job, to just go watch the interview again? Yes, Melissa, he obeyed, unzipping. Anything.

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thx to J2 for the base image in the first manip

[nikethestatue]

A Match Baked In Heaven

Chapter IV

Strange Times

Warning: Explicit

The plan was solid: Piglet was going to eat some flowers (they didn’t taste bad, just weird, like cucumbers, and Piglet hated cucumbers!), then get a mild tummy ache, get his Elain all nervous and then guilt her into giving him chicken and rice. Once he was full of chicken and rice, he was going to be let out of his enclosure, having lulled his unsuspecting humans into a false sense of calmness and security. Then he was going to jump on the tree, topple it, and finally destroy all the shiny balls. He was sure he was going to get in trouble. But did he care? Nope. It would be worth it. 

What his plans did not include was a trip to the vet in the middle of the night. 

Or an angry dad, who was super mad at him, as he strapped him into his new dog seat in the car.

“Don’t think I don’t know that you are faking,” Azriel hissed. “You think I can’t spot a faker when I see one? I’ve played Neymar! That silly fucker dives like he is gunning for an Oscar. You are not far behind. There is not going to be any chicken and rice for you. No meatloaf,”

At that, Piglet expelled a horrified squeal.

“Yeah, too late to be moaning now,” Azriel rounded the car and got into the driver seat. “You done a fuck up, lad. Also, I don’t know how much this little excursion is gonna cost me, but it’s all coming out of your IG sponsorships and allowance. No more Fuji water. You gonna drink tap.”

-

But, let’s rewind. 

“But where are we going?” Elain wondered, as Azriel’s heavy palm squeezed the back of her neck and he gently guided her down the spacious hallway.

There was an open den, where the walls and shelves were covered with trophies, trainers, kits, medals and lots of Arsenal gear. 

“My little spot of pride and gloating,” Azriel joked.

“Nice,” she shook her head, but she was also proud. And therefore, she turned her head to him and said, “and I happen to think that you are brilliant.”

“Aww, baby,” he smiled. “Are you going soft on me?”

She blushed but didn’t answer, only asking, “so?”

“I want you to hear a song that I love. I think that it’s about us,” he told her, a bit bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“A song?” That was unexpected. Elain knew that Azriel was musically inclined–he always hummed something to himself, there was music playing in some manner whenever he was at her house, he made up songs for Piglet, and sang in the shower–she had to admit that he did it well and had a husky, gravelly voice, which had a lovely sexual quality to it.

“Maybe we can dance to it as well,” he proposed quietly.

“Oh, a slow song then?”

“Pretty slow, yeah,” he nodded, and opened the door. To his bedroom.

Elain swallowed, but put on a brave face and entered, though her hands were balled into little fists and he smiled to himself. 

It was a huge space–completely unlike her own bedroom, which was lage, but also cosy and personal. This was right out of a modern hotel catalogue–vast, comfortable, but without an identity.

“Yeah, I know. It needs a woman’s touch,” he chuckled, as she looked around the space. At least it had gorgeous views. 

“None of your lady friends stuck around to redecorate a little?” she asked, her tone a bit tart, as she stared at the oversized luxurious bed. 

“Oh, is my matchy a little bit jealous?” he teased, spinning her around carefully, until she was facing him, her expression sour.

“Not. At. All.”

“Hmmm, you sure pretty girl?”

“Why would I even care?”

He shrugged and then threw himself across the bed, while propping his head and watching her. 

“I’d care!” he argued. “For example, I care about your Lord Eris. I don’t like him very much at all. Not at all. In fact, I think he is a bit of a cunt.”

“Azriel!” she gasped, whirling to him.

He shrugged. 

“What? I am jealous. I am jealous that he got there first. I am jealous that you loved him…kind of,”

“Kind of,” she murmured to herself. 

“I am jealous of all the time he’s had with you that I didn’t,” he continued. 

“You’ve spent all the time with me since you’ve met me,” she reminded him.

“Still ain’t enough. Still doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stand the cunt,” he said roughly.

She bubbled her lips and shrugged, “well, doesn’t matter. You don’t need to worry. I’ve not heard from him in weeks and he didn’t even wish me a happy birthday. I think we can conclusively say that it’s over.”

Azriel smiled, his smile a little too knowing, and then declared, “Fucking brilliant. I am more than happy to hear that.”

“Meanwhile,” she bristled at him, “what about your girlfriends? Mr. Orgy.”

“Ehhh,” Azriel waved his hand dismissively. “My orgy days are long behind me. Don’t have girlfriends. Well…one. She is standing in front of me now. And don’t worry, no one’s been in this bed except for the lonesome me.”

She stared at him so hard, he thought smoke was going to pour out of her ears. 

“I ain’t lying, beautiful,” he raised his hands in futile defence. “Okay, maybe a little,”

“A-ha!”

“I think Cass slept here after shoulder surgery, when I played his handsome nurse,” he recalled, smirking.

At that, Elain’s expression softened and she cooed, “You nursed him?”

“Someone had to. He was as dramatic as Pinky when you break his treat into halves.”

“That’s very dramatic,” she agreed solemnly. 

After a pause, where they looked at each other, Azriel pulled out his phone and Elain asked, “What about this song you wanted me to hear?”

He searched and quickly found what he was looking for. A slow, mellow melody came from the speakers. Then, a woman’s voice sang:

It’s gonna take a bit of work

Oh work

Now that you are here, 

Oh work

Because people come and go

But I think you should know

That I, I think this will work

It’s gonna take a little time

But with you by my side

I won’t let go, till I got what’s mine

Because people come and go,

But you should know,

That I, I’m taking it slow

There was something haunting about the simple rhythm and when Azriel got up from the bed and slowly approached Elain, wrapping his strong arm around her waist and pulling her closer, she succumbed to the flow of the song immediately. Azriel’s scarred palm squeezed her own and he placed it against his chest, as they swayed steadily to the song.

This was their song. Nothing about them and their relationship was quick, and everything took work. Nothing was quick, other than Azriel Night falling in love with Elain Archeron. Because that took no time at all.

When Azriel kissed her at last, he was so slow. So indulgently slow, as his body moved languidly and gracefully against hers, sweeping the two of them in a gradual circle around the room. Elain closed her eyes, giving herself over to the music, but also wholly to him. His lips were hot on her mouth, the kiss lingering there for a while, moving with assured intention. He pulled her closer to him, her breasts smashing against his chest, as she melted in his embrace, her arms circling his neck instinctually, while he made her back arc in his big hands, as he leaned against her. From the small of her back, his warm hands travelled up, and he squeezed her waist and then appreciatively ran his palms over her sides, up and then down, until he splayed his fingers over her bottom and gave each cheek a generous squeeze. 

“Oh,” she gasped into his mouth, but he only cupped her ass in his palm and pressed deeper into her soft flesh. 

If there was a true ‘ass man’ then Azriel Night was the definition of one.

Their kiss was unhurried, but it felt otherworldly in its dreamy hotness. It was like with every kiss, another barrier was broken. Azriel chipped and carved at her defences with lustful, unyielding determination, and Elain clung to him with needy desperation which might not have been attractive with anyone else, but with her, it only ignited the spark of blind, all-encompassing love within him. As he moulded his mouth impossibly closer to her lips, breathing and drinking in her oxygen, he thought for a moment that if they’d cut him right now, he’d bleed Elain. That’s how deeply she was ingrained in his very soul.

Elain stroked his neck with her hot little hands, her nails lightly raking over his skin, pressing into his collarbones and then gripping his broad shoulders. 

When the song ended, it switched to the sexy intro of ‘Beast of Burden’, the riff of Keith Richards’s  guitar completely unmistakable. And Elain loved it. Moving her hips within the circle of Azriel’s hands, she gyrated to the tempo, her head buzzing from the champagne and for the delicious taste of Azriel’s lips. She wasn’t sure what she was doing exactly, but she pulled on his black hoodie’s zipper and bared his sculpted, incredible torso with flourish. 

Azriel tore away from her mouth only to kiss down her jaw before sinking his teeth into her neck. Elain figured that he needed to ‘refresh’ his nearly-permanent hickey that he sucked into her skin. 

“I have to feel you,” he growled into her neck.

“What?” she breathed, half-drunk from their kiss.

He pushed her back towards the bed and all but collapsed on his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs, rubbing them slowly up and down. 

“Let me give you another present for your birthday,” he pleaded, his voice urgent. 

“What present?” she breathed, though Azriel’s rough, large hands slipping under her knit dress and resting on the bare skin of her thighs, while he fingered the clasps of her garter, which held her knit stockings, told her enough of what he desired. He groaned, as he caressed her fleshy thighs, his palms slipping between them, parting her legs slightly. Elain acquiescent, allowing him to touch her in a manner in which he’d never dared to before. 

“Fingers or tongue?” he asked, his voice rough. Before she could answer, he dragged her dress high up, baring her legs, her stockings, and finally her thighs. Elain’s chest was rising and falling erratically, her breathing heavy and rapid, especially when Azriel rubbed his knuckle over her flowery panties. He shrugged off the hoodie completely, tossing it on the floor and Elain was faced with his absolutely incredible body. Unable to stop herself, she reached to touch the stacked cobbles of his abdomen, carved with an almost obscene precision beneath his bronze skin. The sculpted shoulders and his big, muscular arms flexed and gleamed in the sexy buttery light of the bedroom, thick, black swirls of his tattoos spilling from his shoulders down to his arms and over his pecs. She couldn’t resist tangling her fingertips in the dusting of soft dark hair beneath his navel–and he was right when he teased her about it. Even back then, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. Or from his ridiculously defined Adonis Belt which lewdly pointed straight down towards his cock. It was inescapable.

He didn’t wait for her final decision, and instead, gripped the side of her panties. Before she could even squeak, he ripped the underwear at the seam and crumpled it in his fist, before stuffing them in his back pocket. 

Pressing his forehead to hers, he smiled at her with encouragement and then thrust two thick, long fingers straight into her tight, tender hole. All at once. Rough. The noise that Elain made was something like a pathetic, shocked rasp, while her pussy responded to the invasion with an erotic, almost profane squelch, sucking his fingers deeper. 

Elain’s head lolled back and she fell on the bed, shuddering visibly, her thighs tense, while Azriel settled between her legs, opening them up brazenly and exposing her soft, wet, pink slit. Elain’s moan was loud, explicit and it was obvious that she relinquished all control of the situation, opening her legs further, even without him prompting her to. Azriel smiled and kissed her knee, soothingly stroking her with his free hand between her legs. His eyes were literally glued to her pussy and he was physically incapable of looking anywhere else. It was the prettiest, most perfect pussy he’d ever seen–and he’d seen many. It could be that he was completely pussy blinded right now, and seeing Elain’s for the first time was almost a religious experience. 

She felt tight and soft against his fingers, enveloping his hand greedily, like she’s been hungry for him, or maybe for someone to pay attention to her.

Elain felt so incredibly full with only his fingers inside, and yet, the beautiful torture of having him in her was worth the discomfort. He moved slowly, but firmly, exploring, stretching, spreading her with appalling, delectable vulgarity. God she loved it. Fucking loved it. That hand was brazen and strong, and when the tips of his fingers found her sensitive her front inner wall was, she bowed on the bed, digging her fingers into the plush duvet. 

“Keep like this,” he ordered, “so I can finger you like you need.”

How he knew what she needed, Elain had no idea, but she obeyed him, legs falling open, her pussy fully exposed, as he pressed on her inner thigh with considerable force, keeping her in place. His other hand began to move rhythmically, with deft, knowing movements inside her hole, and she bit her lip so hard, she tasted blood. The intensity of the movements was almost painful, as he took from her with glutinous need, but she couldn't even keep her eyes open from the savage pleasure that she was now experiencing.

Azriel’s voice, hypnotic and breathy with lust, whispered, “is this good, beautiful? Getting what you need?” and then he leaned over her and kissed her deeply and filthily. His fingers never paused or changed their perfect rhythm and Elain clutched the rock-hard muscles of his shoulders, raking her nails down his arm.

She couldn’t explain what he was doing, but he hadn’t even touched her clit, and yet she was arching and shaking like she was being exorcised. But his fingers…god, his fingers. He was so horribly ruthless too–pushing a third finger into her, burrowing deeper and deeper, while whispering, “you are going to be a good girl for me and take it all in your sweet, tight pussy for me?”

She made some inhuman noise and Azriel laughed darkly. The prodded further, stretching and pumping her hard and oh-so beautifully, half of his heavy body covering hers, as he watched her reactions and listened to her loud moans. When she didn’t answer, he murmured ‘yeah you are, gorgeous” and even if Elain rebelled internally for being so predictable and so easily broken, she couldn’t argue, and succumbed to his demanding hand that filled her so completely. Azriel kissed her, slow and tender, his lips in complete contrast with his hand. 

“Can you take one more, sweetheart?” he asked, voice husky, eyes dark, perspiration covering his chiselled chest. Elain grabbed at him just when he pulled his three fingers out and the emptiness had her gushing with her sweet nectar. He breathed heavily, inhaling the scent of sex and her essence, and then leisurely licked his fingers until dry. Elain was panting, watching him half-lidded, desperately needing him back inside of her, So she didn’t ask, but took his hand and brought it back to her plump, bare mound which leaked like an overripe fruit. 

“I want more,” she told him simply, biting her lower lip.

He kissed her brow and nodded,

“I know, sweetheart. Here’s more.”

And he plunged four fingers inside of her with one firm thrust.

“Elain,” he groaned, his own eyes closing, as he felt around inside of her. “You are so fucking tight, baby. I can’t wait for fuck you for real. My cock is gonna go nuts!”

He slowly pulled his fingers back, almost all the way out, but the soft walls of her pussy squeezed him and dragged him back in, before he pressed his thumb into her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Elain felt like she was being torn apart by his savage hand, but the pain was so glorious, and the way it mixed with pleasure only had her opening further for him. She was no longer concerned with any propriety, all her modesty having flown out the window a long time ago. Here she was, turned inside out, groaning and panting, holding most of Azriel’s huge hand inside her pussy and loving every second of it. 

Yeah, this was a gift that kept on giving. And how grateful she was that Azriel decided on giving her another present today. 

His pace was merciless, four fingers inside, pushing and rubbing at her tender inner walls, two fingers curled and massaging that wondrous spot inside of her, while his thumb worked her clit roughly and unforgivingly. 

“Bite me, Ellie,” he offered and Elain didn’t know that that’s what she needed. But when she latched onto his neck and bit him hard, feeling the throb of his blood beneath her tongue, she realised that it was perfect–the taste of his skin, the scent of his body, musky, lightly spiced with cedar, the strength of him–all beneath her tongue.

“That’s good,” he approved, moaning softly with his own pleasure. “Do you want to come for me, sweetness?”

Did she want to?

Yes, the smouldering heat of her body, the spasming muscles of her pussy, the gorgeous pressure on her clit all told her that she was about to explode like never before. But part of her yearned for this to continue for as long as possible. And Azriel was patient. So patient with her, even though he was basically fisting her at this point. She never knew that she’d be able to stretch like that, to accommodate almost all of his hand up to the wrist, where only his thumb remained firmly pressed to her clit. God. It was positively crazy. It hurt and it ached and it was blissful and intense and the sounds that her body emitted–all the slurping, squelching, groaning, moaning–would’ve been completely indecent in any other situation. But today, Elain didn’t care. She guessed that Azriel was the type of man who liked his woman undone. Feral. Unbound. Uninhibited. 

“Azriel, Azriel,” she screamed out, jerking upright, unable to stop, or keep from thrashing against him.

“Say my name, Ellie. Let it all out.”

Fuck, did she ever. An orgasm to end all orgasms. Azriel’s unique gift, his personally crafted orgasm that only he could’ve given to her. Only he had the skill and the unflinching ruthlessness to do this so well. 

Elain came and came, her hole sucking him in almost fully, her voice hoarse from screaming. She probably looked possessed, but she didn’t care. And Azriel was probably going to be evicted, but it would be worth it. It was so brilliant–waves of pure ecstasy crushing all over her body, every muscle inside of her alive with pleasure and tension. 

And then she blacked out.

Legitimately blacked out. 

…Azriel was chuckling.

Elain was being jostled about, something around her getting tugged and pulled. 

When she opened her eyes, while moaning, she saw his smiling face hovering above her.

“What...what happened?” she mumbled, disoriented.

At least the jostling began making sense–Azriel was pulling off her dress over her head. 

Yes, she was still wearing her dress. 

“I might have semi-murdered you with some light fisting,” he said innocently.

“Light?!!?” Elain screeched, a nice, but definitely acute soreness radiating from between her thighs. “You call this light?!”

He was laughing, while he manoeuvred her out of the dress, folded it nicely and left her only in her bra and the stockings, which had descended all the way down to her knees. 

Then, Elain watched him get up from the bed and unbutton his trousers, pulling the belt out of its loops in one crazy, half a second move. She stared, open-mouthed, while he tugged the trousers down and she tensed.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “You pussy ain’t ready for my dick tonight,” he assured her. “I’ve given it a nice gentle pounding,”

“It was not gentle!” she protested.

He stepped out of his pants, got rid of his socks, and stood there, in all of his almost-naked glory. 

That body.

It was almost unfair how stunning his form was–so long and so firm, every tendon and muscle on display, gorgeous lean sinew wrapping around his muscular thighs and the robust shoulders.

“Didn’t I tell you before that I was rough?” he reminded her, crossing his arms on his chest and looking down at her sprawling in his bed.

Elain fucking Archeron, in his bed. 

It was incredible.

Her pussy bare and wet, because of him. Her body, naked and glorious, for him. Her fucked up hair, her smudged mascara, which made her look extra sexy and wanton. The way she looked so cosy and comfortable on his sheets. 

He couldn’t comprehend it. That after all this time, months of courting and cajoling, or slow, baby steps, they were finally here. Elain naked. Happy. Satisfied. Actually passed out from the orgasm that he gave her. 

If he’d known then that he should’ve cherished that moment even more he would’ve. But he didn’t. So he just enjoyed watching his girl in his bed.

Her cheeks turned pink under his scrutiny and he tracked her eyes staring at his raging boner beneath his black boxers. 

“It’s out of your hair tonight, sweetness,” he assured her, palming his cock for emphasis.

“You don’t want me to…” she swallowed nervously and he chuckled.

“Choke on this dick?” he clarified.

She reddened ever more and he thought that it was completely adorable.

“Well, yes,” she nodded.

“Not tonight. It’s your birthday, after all.”

Elain looked down, at her bare stomach, her bare pussy, the swollen, glistening folds, remembering how just a few minutes ago he had his hand in her and squirmed, feeling embarrassed.

“May I have something to wear?” she whispered. 

Azriel landed on the bed next to her and brought her face closer to his, before kissing her lips.

“Baby, you ain’t got nothing I haven’t already seen,” he reminded her, his smirk salacious.

“Well…ummm…still,” she tried, her little toes curling, as she tucked her legs to her belly.

“But I like you naked, in my bed,” Azriel wrapped his arm around her and drew his thumb over her skin which pebbled with gooseflesh.

Elain threw her arm over his stomach and snuggled to him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“What for?” he asked curiously.

“The best birthday ever.”

He smiled,

“Better than Annabel’s?”

“Yeah. Better than that.”

Elain didn’t know that this was the happiest birthday. She didn’t know that she needed to cherish the moments with this man whom she loved. She didn’t know how things would change.

When Elain woke up, she was disoriented. 

She knew where she was–at Azriel’s, because she wasn’t that far gone–but she had no idea what time it was. She was still nearly naked, her pussy lips splayed over Azriel’s thick thigh. She’d drooled all over his bicep–very sexy–but he didn’t mind, and kept her bundled up next to him like she was his plushy toy. Outside was dark, with night lights twinkling all around. She carefully extricated herself from Azriel’s heavy embrace and slipped from the bed. She tiptoed to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the lights. The bathroom was as opulent as expected–enormous everything, shower so big, you could wash a car in there, a long sink that resembled a trough, a gorgeous bath tub, and even a sauna tucked in the corner. Elain looked at herself in the mirror. Yeah, she looked a proper state. Naked. Her hair a terrific mess, as were the remnants of her makeup. She washed her face, scrubbing at her eyes, then saw Azriel’s hair brush and with no alternatives, combed her hair, before breaking the handle of the brush on a mega tangle. Well, that was just wonderful!

There were bruises on her thighs, and she was sure that it was from the grip of Azriel’s fingers. Her pussy lips were swollen and overly pink. It was obscene and sexy and she didn’t mind the sight of it. Of course she snooped behind one of the mirror panels, finding nothing incriminating, other than an alarming number of face and hair products. Well, that was a surprise. Mr. Night had a skincare routine apparently. There were nice French creams, some very expensive, some cheaper: moisturisers, retinol, anti-wrinkle. Serums, oils, argan and olive oil extracts, Japanese and Korean hair care products, fancy tubes of lip balms from Sweden. 

“Well, don’t mind if I do,” she muttered to herself, as she lined the products on the counter and began sniffing and trying them out.

She was so into it, she didn’t even hear the door open and Azriel padding into the bathroom.

Before she could even begin to lie and weasel out of her predicament, Azriel dropped on his knees behind her and wrapped his arm around her thighs. He rubbed his stubbled cheek over her bare behind, before latching onto her ass cheek with his teeth. 

“Awww!” she cried out, but he only laughed, but also licked away the pain that his teeth caused.

“That’s for breaking my brush on your wild horse mane,” he told her.

“I do not have a horse mane!”

“Right. More like an unkempt lion’s mane.”

“It’s still my birthday!” she complained. “You have to be nice.”

“Oh yeah? How do you figure?” he asked, his hand caressing her hips, both of her bum cheeks before he nosed below and buried his face in her pussy.

“Ohmygod! Azriel,” she moaned, gripping the trough sink, when his tongue swept from one hole to the other. She’d never been licked like this. And when his tongue poked boldly at her butthole she thought she was going to pass out…again. To imagine that Eris or Graysen would do something like this to her was laughable. Eris barely ever did any oral, his sex drive never very high, so much so that he didn’t even ask for oral himself. 

Azriel, ever the biter, bit her puffy nether lips, bit her ass again, lazily licked over her hole, pushing his tongue inside, before scooting back on his hunches and sitting on the floor, crossing his long legs at the ankles.

“I can’t believe you are not just a snooper, but also a user,” he scolded her humorously, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

“Why do you have all this?!” she demanded instead.

“Don’t change the subject, snoop!”

“I was simply trying out your weirdly huge collection of face products.” she huffed.

“Turn around,” he told her.

“Why?”

“Turn around,” he repeated. “I want to see your pussy.”

Elain blushed like crazy and he watched her squeeze her thighs tightly.

“I can’t,” she mumbled.

“Why?”

“I am not used to this….this familiarity…you are still,”

“If you say ‘a client’ you will make me angry, Elain,” he said sternly.

She bit her lip, not saying the word, but Azriel saw it on her face and sneered with annoyance, before getting up.

“No, don’t be mad,” she begged, grabbing his hand.

“Well, then don’t be daft,” he told her. “Decide what you want from me and for yourself,”

“I know what I want,” she argued.

“Are you sure?” he cocked his brow at her.

“You are being very cross,” she pouted.

“Then give me a reason not to be cross,” Azriel said instead. “Sometimes, I find you very frustrating, Elain.”

“I am sorry,” she whispered guiltily. 

“Why won’t you just let go and be mine?”

Before she could answer, they heard an audible moan.

Azriel rolled his eyes and groaned, “Oh fuck. Now what? What did he do?”

Because the moan was definitely Piglet’s. It was a touch dramatic, which made Azriel wonder what the hell was happening and whether the pug got to a bottle of whiskey or something as questionable as that. Wouldn't surprise him though. 

“Oh my!” Elain cried out, “it’s Piglet!! What happened to him?”

Before Azriel could even respond, she was running off, barefoot and naked, her perfect ass bouncing with every step. Azriel followed, because he knew that he had to see it for himself.

-

Piglet was in his enclosure, laying on his side, moaning. Flowers from Elain’s bouquet littered the floor around him. They’d left the vase on one of the side tables near where he ended up. Well, apparently, he was so starved for snacks that munched on a bunch of flowers and petals, tearing them off the stems. He only ate the heads and only specific flowers. 

“Piglet! What did you do?!” Elain wailed. “Oh my god. Is he going to die?!?!”

“Of course he is not going to die,” Azriel sighed. 

“How do you know?” she was almost in tears. “We need to go to the vet!”

At the word vet, Piglet immediately quieted down and the moaning ceased just like that.

“See, he is faking it,” Azriel nodded towards the dog. “He probably just wants chicken and rice or something,”

At those words, Piglet not only stopped moaning, but also raised his head, giving Elain a hopeful look and a little bark of encouragement. 

“You don’t know this!” she argued.

“I do. I know men and he is a man. He is faking it to get attention and to get the food that he wants. He wants his woman–you, in this case–to cook for him and feed him.”

“He ate half the bouquet!”

“Yeah, probably on purpose,” Azriel noted, to which Elain rolled her eyes. 

At first, things were going well and according to plan. Piglet gave a pretty good moaning performance and soon after he began, he watched his Elain run into the big room. He wasn’t sure why she was naked, but maybe she was drowning herself for fun, like humans tended to do. He trusted his Elain with his own drowning, but he wasn’t a big fan in general, though he enjoyed it when she soaped him up and scrubbed him with a brush. But the drowning…he didn’t like so much.

Then dad mentioned ‘chicken and rice’ Piglet whooped internally and gave himself a high four. But then the words ‘vet’ began spoiling his hopes. What the hell? He didn’t want to go to no vet! Defeated, Piglet watched dad get his phone and start doing something on it, while Elain picked him up and carried him around the room, rocking him like he was a baby.

“Baby, you know it’s Christmas Eve,” Azriel kept saying, as he dialled what felt like the fifteenth number for a vet clinic in and around Canary Wharf. No one was picking up–not surprising, because it was around 11 pm and most outgoing messages stated that the clinics would be closed for the Christmas holiday.

“Can’t we just give him a laxative? So he can shit flowers?”

“This is not a joke, Azriel!” she exclaimed, stroking Piglet’s head and kissing him.

It’s not that Azriel didn’t want to help Piglet–even though he was convinced that Piglet wasn’t as sick as he pretended to be–but Azriel wasn’t trying very hard, because he was currently entranced by the fact that his gorgeous Elain was walking around his home, circling the vast expanse of the flat basically completely nude. He sat back on the sofa, threw his legs on an ottoman and made calls, while watching Elain and her bare pink pussy. Just like that. He didn’t even have to ask for it. It still blew his mind and he knew it was going to take him some time to get to terms with what was happening in his life and that Elain was almost his…but he’d have to deal with that later.

“Yes, yes,” he was surprised when someone finally answered. Elain stilled and looked at him. “We have a pug who ate some flowers…no…not garden…from a bouquet. How old is he? He is two-ish. Oh…I don’t know. He is a big pug. Short legs though,” at that, Piglet offered him an unimpressed side eye. Amazing, how Piglet miraculously understood everything whenever he wanted to. “I don’t know…he is kind of chunky. I’d say 13 kilos? Just under 30 pounds…Well, like I said, he is a big pug. No…not fat. Just bigger than normal pugs.”

He is? Elain mouthed, looking at Piglet.

Azriel nodded. How did she not realise this before? Piglet was only slightly smaller than a Frenchie. He was the biggest pug Azriel’d ever seen, with short little legs. 

“Alright. Thanks mate. We’ll be right over. Yeah, yeah…we have money and insurance too.”

-

Christmas

Piglet raced down the wide hallways and sitting rooms of the palace. 

He wasn’t exactly sure whether this was actually a palace, but this was the biggest house he’s ever been in. He came here a few times a year with his Elain and with Fey, and some of the times Aunt Nesta came along as well. Mostly, he loved it because it had a huge park around the building, and in the summer, there was a pool, where he could splash and where the sisters swam and played with all kinds of toys. Pool was different from the drownings that he was subjected to, and therefore, he loved the pool. And then, there were the meals! Oh, the wonderful meals, where he got chicken and steak, where he ate sweet potatoes, and rice, he ate ham and hard boiled eggs for breakfast, he drank the best water and had so many treats, he couldn’t even count them (okay, he didn’t know how to count). There were fruits and berries in unlimited amounts and pup cups whenever he wanted. Oftentimes, grandpa came as well, and Piglet spent most of his time with him–they went for walks, they played, Piglet could run with all the sticks, he could zoom as much as he wanted, and then grandpa gave him treats, or let him nap in his study. 

As he ran along, Piglet noticed a whole lot of big trees, with lights and shiny balls on them. In fact, the whole house was decorated with shiny things and he was contemplating how he was going to get to some of them.

He and dad came to an agreement earlier in the day.

While Elain was sorting out insurance information at the vet’s, Azriel told Piglet the following,

“Not only do I know that you were faking all of this, so you could get food and attention, I also saw how you’ve been looking at the Christmas tree.”

At that, Piglet made a show of looking indifferent and almost surprised.

But dad, unfortunately, was too smart.

“Here is how it’s gonna go,” Azriel continued, also making a show of watching Elain, because he was always watching her, instead of what he was actually doing, which was scolding Piglet. “You will leave Ellie’s tree alone. You are not going to jump on it, poop under it, or try to tear any of the ornaments off. By the way, they are glass, and it won’t be fun for you, if you do. It’s mum’s tree, she loves it and you will remember that.

“In exchange,” he continued casually, “I will ask the vet not to stick anything up your butt.”

Piglet swallowed audibly.

He hated the vet so much.

And he especially hated it when they put things…up there. Which they did, almost every time. Thinking backwards, he was now regretting the whole flower-eating plan. It was stupid and he shouldn’t have done it.

“The tree stays, and nothing goes up your ass,” Azriel concluded. “If you attack the tree, I’ll tell the vet that he is free to do whatever he wants.”

Piglet quickly barked in agreement. The tree could stay.

“Wise move,” dad approved. 

True to his word, Piglet didn’t get anything stuck up in his butt. They gave him a pill, he had some diarrhoea in the park and that was that.

Mid-day, they all got dressed up and piled into the car. 

Piglet had to wear a tuxedo today–his black dungarees, a white shirt and a bow tie. Dad looked very similarly to him–he wore a tuxedo as well. Today, they were like a real father and son duo, and Piglet liked that. His Elain was dressed so prettily, in a beautiful dress, and she couldn’t touch him, because the dress was so fancy.

There was tension in the car, which Piglet didn’t understand. They humans spoke, but their tones were clipped and there was something going on that he couldn’t quite put his paw on. So when they reached their destination, he was very happy to get out of the car and run to find grandpa, because he was tired of the drama.

-

Rosehall.

That’s what the country seat of the Duke and Duchess of Velaris was called. Rosehall Manor.

Manor was an understatement of the century. It was an enormous estate, with over 10,000 acres of land around it, and a stately mansion with 140 rooms. Though technically it belonged to the current Duchess of Velaris, which was Nesta, the ownership documents stipulated that the house and the land belonged to all the female members of the family. The estate was shared equally between the three sisters, with all of their female cousins having access to it as well.

The family always celebrated Christmas with a formal Christmas Eve dinner–hence the tuxedos, followed by a more informal Christmas lunch the following day. 

It’s not that Azriel was unfamiliar with this level of wealth and old money extravagance, but this was something straight out of Downton Abbey or something. Legions of servants, footmen, maids, butlers, valets greeted them as he helped Elain out of the car. Once unclipped from his dog seat, Piglet dashed inside the manor, feeling perfectly adept with all this finery and not giving a fuck. Azriel envied him. 

Elain took his arm, a lovely smile plastered on her face, but he knew that things between them were tense, at best. She didn’t show it though. When they entered the foyer and then the reception hall, Azriel saw Rhysand and Feyre, posing on the grand staircase, while professionally-looking photos were being taken of the two of them. 

Feyre wore an opulent gown of heavy pale silk with sheer sleeves and neck, embroidered with all kinds of gems. She looked regal and bridal. And happy, draped over Rhys’s imposing, tuxedo-clad form. 

“Happy Christmas. Helios Day, Hello Magazine,” a man approached them, slick and professional, handsome and curious. He handed out his card, which Azriel absently thrust into his pocket.

“We are here to take Christmas photos of Lord and Lady Darling. Their nuptials were so unexpected–but we are lucky to have snagged the first interview and the first photos of them as a married couple.”

He then turned to Elain and said,

“Lady Elain, do you have a few words for the article? And then, if you don’t mind, we’d like to take a few photos of you and Mr. Night,”

Azriel was surprised how quickly the man recognised him, but he supposed that that was his job. 

“And then of course the Duchess of Velaris and Mr. Cassian Night as well…”

Azriel hid his smile. Cassian hasn’t even gone on one date with Nesta, and yet here they were, being photographed as if they were a couple. Apparently, Hello Magazine just christened them as one, and was going to declare it to the world. He wondered how well it was going to go over with Nesta. But Nesta had invited Cassian to Christmas dinner here, at her family home. She didn't have to, but she did act like he was something more than a guest, so perhaps, she wouldn’t be affronted by the insinuation that they were a couple.

Speaking of Nesta–she appeared in the reception hall, with Cassian looming behind her.

She looked beautiful, in a blue gown with a lace overlay, which fit her gorgeous body like a glove. 

The three sisters were pulled to the staircase, and photographed together. Feyre–the bride, Nesta–the blade, and Elain–the flower. 

He might have been biassed, but Elain looked the best. She also wore a lace gown, with a very intricate pattern, in a sophisticated shade of pink, and with a full skirt. She definitely looked like his little princess tonight. 

-

Dinner was a traditional, if elegant affair held in the Walnut Dining Room, and thankfully, Azriel was seated next to Elain. The Darlings were here too–meeting of the families and all–and it seemed like Sir Charles and Lord Darling knew each other from before, and found each other companionable and there wasn’t any odd tension to contend with. Nesta and her father played hosts, he recited grace and then dinner was served. 

There were platters of chilled seafood, blinis with caviar, and cold oysters to start off with, and bottles of champagne. The ubiquitous roast turkey was the main course, but it was stuffed with apples and chestnuts and tasted spectacular (for turkey). Indulgent dauphinoise potatoes, and roasted vegetables made Azriel think that he’d soon need to go on a diet. He was barely training, not playing, and eating apple crisps, and cheese, and bacon sandwiches every day because of Elain. He loved it. Loved every moment of it, but still…And speaking of cheeses–then the cheese course arrived and…well, he couldn’t say no. Lastly, there was trifle and Eton Mess for pudding.

“Interesting menu,” Azriel commented, attempting to start a conversation with Elain.

“It’s been the same since Victorian times,” she answered, sipping her coffee. “Curated by my great-great grandmother,”

“The infamous Elain,”

“Indeed. This is what the Duke of Velaris liked to eat, and what she enjoyed as well. It’s been the same for generations.”

“Not bad. Not bad at all. Beats Brussel sprouts and weird bread sauces.”

“She loved trifle, and he loved Eton Mess, so here we are.”

And then Elain smiled at him and Azriel realised that he lived for that smile.

-

“What’s wrong with you tonight?” 

Cassian’s booming voice sounded even louder in the glass enclosure of the Winter Garden. 

“I think all things considered, everything’s been going pretty well. Nes even agreed to get her photo taken with me. So I guess I am now ‘the boyfriend’.”

He snickered to himself at the idea.

“I think it took her by surprise.”

“But she didn’t say no,” Azriel noted. 

He had loosened his bowtie and took off his jacket. He’d come here after dinner, leaving the revelry behind, because guests began playing charades and Rhys even got behind the piano, urging everyone to sing along to Christmas carols. 

“So, what is it?” Cassian pressed, seating himself in a wicker armchair, not so close to Azriel that it would feel like a confessional, but close enough to listen.

Azriel shook his head with annoyance, and Cassian waited. 

He knew his brother.

Azriel would speak only when he was ready. And that is IF he even decided to speak. The man was not exactly in tune with his sensitive side. 

“Hey beastie the pug!” Cassian suddenly cried out and Azriel knew who he was talking about. “My little wingman–wingpug–got me together with Nes at Fey’s birthday. Come here, boy.”

Piglet trotted to Cassian and Cassian picked him up and laid him on his lap, and as soon as he did, Piglet promptly fell asleep. 

“I am alive! I am dead! I am asleep! I am running! I am dead again! I am asleep!” Cassian muttered, and Azriel couldn’t help but smile. That really was Piglet in a nutshell.

Suddenly, Azriel began speaking, and Cassian stilled, listening and not making a sound. 

“I don’t know what to do, Cass. Like she is driving me crazy. I am so consumed with her, I can hardly think straight. Everything is her. Every word, every gesture. I over-analyse all of it until I give myself a headache. If I don’t talk to her, I stalk her social media, to see if she posted anything…I have this photo of her that she sent me a while back. She was wearing my jersey in it, it was before that game with Liverpool. And I’ve looked at it so many times now, I think I’ve poked a hole in my phone screen. 

“My thoughts…I scare myself sometimes. If she ever said no to me, if she tried to break it off, I think I would kidnap her, Cass. I would steal her and I would keep her in a cage,”

“Whoa,” Cassian breathed.

“I know. And I’d feed her my dick when she got hungry.”

“Az,”

“No, you don’t understand. She is everything to me, Cass. I want to hear her voice first thing in the morning. I want her face next to mine. I fucking want her to submit to me and be fucking mine!”

“I am assuming we are talking about Elain,” Cassian said carefully.

“No. About Kevin!” Azriel snapped.

“Okay, okay. But–I don’t understand–aren’t you with her already? Aren’t you two dating?”

“We are…kind of,” Azriel agreed. “But it’s like she has this wall around her that I can’t seem to penetrate. It’s tug and pull all the time. She is so skittish with her feelings,”

“Elain?” Cassian confirmed in disbelief. 

“Yes! Elain. You think only Nesta is all prickly and cold? You’d think Elain would love all the lame couple things! But no. The moment I push even a little bit, she pulls back, as if she is scared…I’d never hurt her!”

“But others have,” Cassian said reasonably. “Wasn’t she engaged once? And the bloke cheated on her? And her current one–he is AWOL too,”

“I am her ‘current one’!!!” Azriel snarled viciously.

“Okay, sorry, I know,” Cassian said quickly. “That’s not what I meant, you know,”

“That’s exactly how she thinks as well! That somehow, this isn’t real. We are not real. That one day, I would walk away like those other cunts. But that’s not me. She’d have to cut me out of her with a knife,”

“Mate, enough with the graphic imagery today!” Cassian raised his arms defensively. “I just ate.”

“We had a fight today,” Azriel muttered. “A really stupid fight,”

“Aren’t most fights stupid?”

Azriel ignored him.

“What happened?”

“We had to take Pink to the vet,” Azriel explained. “And she texted me something in the car and when it popped up on my phone, she saw what she is saved under,”

“Which is what?” 

“Mrs. Night.”

“Oh, well…” Cassian didn’t know how to respond to that. 

“And she flipped out!” Azriel snapped. “She yelled at me and said that it’s too soon, that she didn’t ‘sign up for this’, that we’ve only known each other for a little over two months, and that I am–and I quote–her client!”

Cassian sighed. He sympathised with his brother, but he also understood Elain.

“Maybe you are moving too fast and it’s scaring her?”

“Oh, fuck off! This is not what I need to hear,”

“Maybe you need to give her a bit of space,”

“Out of the question,” Azriel said sharply. “I am not giving her any fucking space. She is mine. She was born to be mine. I love her and I will make her mine. She will be Mrs. Night. She will carry and birth my children. And we’ll die on the same day.”

“Well, I am glad to see that you are not all weird and intense about it,” Cassian said helplessly.

Azriel buried his face in his hands, shaking his head.

Cassian gently lifted Piglet off his lap and picked him up, cradling him to his chest. Then he got up from the chair and proceeded to give the worst piece of advice that he could possibly give.

“Why don’t you stop obsessing and do what she asks of you. Don’t push. Dial back the intensity like 134%. If she asks you for something, just do it, and show her that you’d be there for her. That when she needs you to do something, you’d do it.”

“Like I haven’t been,” Azriel groaned. 

“Just keep going. Don’t talk about babies and how you’ll make her Mrs. Night. And I’d keep quiet about the cage thing too.

“It’s not a big thing, you know. It’s just a little fight. Everyone has those. Elain just need a bit of time.”

“So, do what she asks?”

“Yeah,” Cassian shrugged. “Do what she asks.”

-

**The song that Elain and Azriel danced to is called “Work’ by Charlotte Day Wilson

The Archeron sisters Christmas dresses (left to right: Feyre, Nesta and Elain)

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐱♧

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: An unexpected ending. [mc x Malleus Draconia]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER. This is just a drabble I imagined as i was listening to "Once upon a dream". this song does weird things to me ig. I wanted it to be a fluffyy-ish drabble, but it ended up being a little bit yandere, guess It's just me and my habits. By reading this there will be hints of yandere behaviours, slightly suggestive themes and fluff.

I walked with you once upon a dream..

The sweet music continued to resonate in the lightly lit ballroom as the muffled sounds of the shoes dragging in a slow and harmonious were ignored by the two.

The gloved hands of the fae were so gracefully resting on the precious material of your dress, as if to fear that a wrong movement might have snatched away that so graceful and fragile dream and made it fade into shades of black and pain, slightly rippling his fingers so you could not escape him in any way, and while the nostalgic melody seemed to project both in a new and intimate space.

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..

His adam’s apple moved in sync with the voices that rocked the melody, humming as his pure emerald eyes melted into yours for those that looked like minutes, just watching you and wandering what did he do for deserving someone like you. You truly were something from another world.

He continued before resting his hand that had fallen down your hips back on you upper back as he hooked and led you to wedge your head in his slightly chilly neck.

You could feel the vibrations on the scalp cleverly woven previously by experienced fae, humming melodies that you catched in your childhood, you could hear the invisible noise of the tissues rubbing against each other as the long skirt curled around the ankles of the fae while he made you move against him.

The night breeze along with the distinct smell of pine trees snuck inside the room, thus bringing your hair and his to move in tandem.

One of his hands tightly wrapped to yours as you glided along the polished tiles of the hall, so bright and resplendent that you can admire the ceiling painted with its suffused candles and dream of dancing on all those, as if to separate you two and that other world was just a sheet of thin but invisible glass that you both erased with the flutter of capes.

The glow of his irises seemed to shine even more when he twirled you one last time before taking off a glove and grabbing your warmest.

The black enamel, that seemed to be perpetually applied to his nails, shimmered under the subtle and cold moonshine made the pale skin even more ethereal as the muscles and bones of his hand moved simultaneously with the movement of his thumb that tenderly caressed your soft hand and laid in your lap.

His feline eyes were only and only directed at you as he flew his other hand across your abdomen, gently tracing elegant spirals before moving to your cleavage and slowly trace with his fingers both collarbones, causing a series of chills that did nothing but fuel the glow of his irises and his mischievous smile that he put in so you could see his dimples and sharp fangs.

A view dedicated and destined only to his beloved, the only one that had been able to melt the metal armor and intrude with arrogance in his mind, body and soul.

He slid his cold nails down the softness of your neck, making sure to map every single part of it before cuddling one hand in the recess while the other continued to travel the lines of your face, the jaw, tracing and leaving touches ghosts everywhere his hand passed, your skin that tried to mark in focus every sensation and every tingling that his touch carried away every time he moved.

He drew the bridge of the lips, the sagging of the nasal septum, slightly cold cheeks, eyelids and eyelashes, as well as eyebrows and forehead.

Your moonlight reflection was ethereal to him, so unnaturally perfect even for a fae like him. He had seen other similar beauties that for humans were merely unattainable, a different elegance and simply alien even to the most beautiful among both men and women, levels of perfection that even he did not think he could imagine as a kid.

But you made him think otherwise.

You could have your infinite imperfections, but to him, the outer shell was a simple appearance, and he knew that often the most beautiful people were actually the most rotten and poisonous.

To him it was your attitude that drew him to you like a moth, coveting and devouring those acts of benevolence and kindness that were taken from him by his seemingly unapproachable character and his status that could not be ignored to the point of simply chaining him to you.

The burning desire was not something that could simply extinguish with a snap of the fingers and a simple spell, the flames that burned it from the inside did not do high that claw at the chest whenever he thought of you, to your projects you chose to share with him.

The only way was to be with you.

His brows were softened by the memory of your marriage, the same dance you had now performed with the same passion and love, which always had something new: a movement more violent or sweeter, the music stronger and promiscuous or more sweet and lulling, inducing both to a hypnotism from which neither wanted to wake up.

Clearing his throat, he walked to one of the many stained glass windows from the various places with your hand in his.

Shades of green, purple and white dominated the stained glass windows that portrayed stories of ancient times full of magic and graceful figures sculpted elegantly in glass plates so refined that you ask if people like that could really exist and if places like those depicted could even be minimally described by those who had never been able to admire them.

They told stories and the ancient history of the Briar Valley along it's rulers and kingdom.

The clothes so different and so unique from everything you could see, jewels so beautiful to make shine even from a simple representation. And a recurring horned woman like the ones that your husband proudly had.

As the clouds moved in front of the moon, it seemed that those still images turned into a waltz of actions, coronations, struggles and victories, of people living their lives in colored mirrors ,indifferent to people who could observe them.

Images so intricate that you wonder how many people it took to complete even one and how long it took.

The glass was slightly wrinkled, which distorted the moonlight like crystal clear water reflecting sunlight on the golden sand, and framed by skilfully worked iron in such a way as to look majestic while remaining simple at the same time.

He continued to walk along the corridor illuminated by flaming torches that gave perpetual light to paintings of imposing women and men, young people and children who exhibited their figure in immortal paintings. It stopped when suddenly a wave of wonder and dislocation did not overwhelm both your bodies, leaving behind nothing but shining lights as if to witness your passage.

A warm breath on the neck, fangs dragging gracefully over the flesh near your ear, as if they weren’t there at all.

"Just as the way you did once upon a dream, my dearest"

[captainsolocide]

What made you like Clint/Bruce and what do you like about them?

what a fantastic question. I don't think I've ever really thought about this in a coherent way lmao

in terms of what made me become completely obsessed like clint/bruce, it was probably MAVG. Clint had been my favorite marvel character for years, but he actually didn't show up in the game until about 6 months after it was released, so he just was like. not there for awhile lol. and Bruce's subplot in the main campaign is so good like I cannot emphasize enough how well they write him in this game it's actually kind of crazy. so ig because there was no Clint for me to focus on Bruce filled that role and when Clint did finally show up in the game, it meant I was paying an insane amount of attention to everything they both did, and it turns out the writers were also paying an insane amount of attention to what their relationship looked like because they have *so many* interactions with each other. looking back, I can't really pinpoint when/what specifically in the game triggered the thought of "hey they'd be good together." My best guess is a combination of some of their dialogues. There's one where they mention their super-secret coffee place (in-game Clint was very concerned about Monica knowing about it, Bruce assures him he never told her), one where Bruce is offering Clint an air mattress that he can use in Bruce's room (long game related story, I can elaborate if you're interested), and some others. There were just a lot of seeds and hints that they'd had a pretty close relationship, and it made a lot of sense to me; they fit together very well. Clint is the only Avenger without super powers (this is a universe where Nat has a super-soldier serum variant, or it's at least implied she does) and Bruce's only "power" is the Hulk, something he has very complicated feelings about, but I don't think he sees "Bruce Banner" as an Avenger; he's just a vessel for the Hulk, so in this way I think they both kind of see themselves as outsiders to the Avengers and I think because of that they can be drawn to each other in a kind of weird way, cause they both don't see the other as an outsider. I think there's a subconscious recognition of "hey, you and I kinda share the same insecurity, let's become homoerotic best buds about it."

Personality-wise, I think they do a good balancing act with each other. Clint is definitely louder than Bruce but he's also good at drawing Bruce out of his shell in a natural way. Like, he's genuinely interested in what most people have to say, including Bruce, and I feel like Bruce probably isn't used to that. And I also think Bruce caught on pretty quickly that Clint is way smarter than he portrays himself to be, and for some reason this results in Clint lowering that mask a lot more around Bruce than he does around other people who also see through it (i.e., Nat and Steve).

hmm this got very long, sorry about that 😂 I'd love to hear your thoughts about them as well, it's been a minute since I've watched EMH but ik they have a similar kind-of-unexpected bond going on in that as well