#kin 2021 x reader

[pastriibunz]

have i ever told you all how wild i think it is that Kai has a fandom?

like, the fact that people are consuming my writing and enjoying it and INVESTING themselves in the story?

thats so fucking amazing to me

kai as a concept started when i was around 9, when i listened to my first batim fansong, “gospel of dismay” by DAGames. i attached to the bendy character so much, i created this character that acted as his daughter like the cringe little freak i was.

around the same time, i had listened to “why did i say okie-doki?” by the stupendium, and attached to the monika character in the same way.

as i grew, kai grew with me. her story slowly became an amalgamation of fandoms i enjoyed, all set in the town of unington (which i stole from “peggy suave”, a music series uploaded to youtube by sim gretina). there wasnt really an overarching plot, some angst scattered here and there, but in my head, it was a semi-episodic series that revolved around Kai and her friends, and her adventures as ‘the savior of the multiverse’.

it wasn’t till i started writing ‘showstopper’, a bnha x oc fic, and uploading it to wattpad in 2021 before i started seeing intrigue for kai and her story.

before that, kai only existed as comics in my sketchbook that i showed to friends, or nobody at all. i was into mha, and i didn’t like the insert character’s personality in most x readers, so i decided to write my own. with kai.

people loved kai. i had consistent readers, commenters, and as of now, it sits at 7.5K reads. people felt for her, kinned her, and slandered any characters who didn’t like her.

eventually, my interests faded. and showstopper remains unfinished.

other than showstopper, Kai still didn’t really have a bunch of deep lore. she still was her little fandom amalgam, with her bits of angst.

but that all changed when Hatchetfield came into the mix.

in mid 2023, early 2024, @local-soda-can (and @chillibeanos somewhat) introduced me to the starkid original musical, ‘the guy who didn’t like musicals’. they loved it, and so did chilli, as they had been doing some oc insert stuff with it (btw, go check them out, their character Bean Sprout is so awesome!,).

I, however, wasnt too keen on watching.

I’m a very hard person to get to watch anything with an hour+ runtime. longer time commitments spook me, and with TGWDLM being over an hour, i wasn’t planning on watching.

until we had a sleepover, and i did.

and i fell in LOVE.

immediately, i had me and fizz start rping through The ‘Kai’ Who Didn’t Like Musicals, as i dubbed it.

the rp finished on September 14, 2023 and that was that.

that was all TKWDLM was supposed to be.

that was all Kai In Hatchetfield was supposed to be.

a series of RPs with a friend.

that was, until, one fateful wednesday, September 20th, 2023, i was watching TGWDLM after school.

earlier, i had the RTC script printed out to read, and i had thought: ‘man. i wish i had the script for this show.’

and then i thought, ‘wait, i have a laptop! what if i just typed out/downloaded the script?’

and as i sat there, on my laptop, i had another thought.

‘Wait, i have the rp, that’s practically all in script format, it has almost all the parts, what if i just turned it into an actual script?’

and thus began a two month long journey of transcribing the musical/rp into a script.

when i uploaded TKWDLM to tumblr on November 27 of that year, i honestly wasn’t expecting people to actually read it.

of course, i had hoped people would!

but honestly, she was 130 pages, she was kinda cringe, and she was honestly just meant for me.

I did NOT expect fans.

I did not expect people like @androgynous-sack-of-flesh-3 (hi there!) to go through my blog, scrounging for every last drop of Kai I made

I did not expect people to invest themselves into Kai’s story, and cry at her death during the ending.

Most of all, I did not expect people wanting more.

The Kai in Hatchetfield series was supposed to end at TKWDLM. I wasn’t planning on transcribing the nmt rps I did with my friends. I wasn’t planning on doing more scripts.

Until one anon in my inbox made the brilliant pun:

‘Nightmare Kai-me.’

With that post, I uploaded a poll asking if people wanted to see an actual NMK series.

And to my surprise, people did.

And thus, I started writing.

And that was a catalyst.

From there, I have gained so many followers, so many fans, all wanting more of Kai.

I have people like @raspberrysmoon (hi pooks :3) theorizing about the overarching lore of nmk, and even writing their own fanfic series revolving Kai (shoutout to sotbaw!).

I have people invested.

I have people who want more.

And that is so shocking to me.

I never expected my silly little story to reach so many people.

I never expected people to be touched by it.

I never expected to make people feel.

And, honestly?

I can’t help but say thank you.

You all are the reason I keep writing.

You all are the reason I keep publishing Kai’s story.

Without you, there would be no nmk. There would be nothing more than a script sitting in my google docs, one that I’d eventually forget about.

All I can say is thank you.

Thank you for giving me a space to share my writing.

Thank you for giving Kai a chance.

Thank you for giving me a chance

Thank you for making a silly little 9 year old girl’s dreams come true.

Thank you all so much.

I can’t wait to see where Kai goes next :]

[yostresswritinggirl]

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Wanderer's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

Yae Miko's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

"Fontaine Alternative" Ending

Wanderer finding out who caused the kintsugi

Puppet Reader's Astraphobia

"Kouta" - their pet bird child

How the Interlude Quest is canon in Kintsugi

Good Ending Finale

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#𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

Possible Endings

Fan sequel

The heart that was offered

The near-death connection

Tighnari's Letters heart!Tighnari

Incident 2.0

About Heart!Reader Voicelines

Post-2.0 Crying Session™

Heart!Reader gets struck instead of Tighnari

TCG Brainrot

S U B M I S S I O N S

Fluff anon Fanart Collection: Klee or Nahida Nilou Nishimiya

Lady in the Lake anon Fanart Collection: One Two

Rei Fanart Collection: Kasala<3 Faceless/Doodles

Rabbit Fanart Collection: Art Summary Yeha 2023

Poly Cynilou - Starfell

Cyno's VA signed print - Rei

Cherry lore - Cherry

Nilou & Me Fanart - Ansytea

2022 Art Summary - Rabbit

Hearts of Iron genshin - 🐟 anon

Way of the Househusband Kazuha - Pela anon

Niwa x Reader - Bloom anon

Poly Kavetham - insideous-beez

Komorebi (inspired by Kintsugi) - mhiieee

anon masterlist for 2022 and onwards

; 2021 anon masterlist

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

I posted 3,232 times in 2022

That's 3,232 more posts than 2021!

969 posts created (30%)

2,263 posts reblogged (70%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@inquisitorius-sin-bin

@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

@oh-three

@sinisterexaggerator

@aredhel-of-doylkien

I tagged 1,074 of my posts in 2022

#wip - 111 posts

#birdposting - 58 posts

#ghostposting - 56 posts

#inquisitorius - 52 posts

#spotify - 45 posts

#s: kenobi - 45 posts

#grand inquisitor - 44 posts

#kenobi series spoilers - 43 posts

#my art - 42 posts

#ride or die fic - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#funny thing is i am into monsters and my husband is into femboys and this does not do it for either of us lmao but if it pleases the masses

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

What if we got the Grand Inquisitor we all deserved? As a little treat?

89 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

Welcome to Nur

110 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

I woke up at 4 AM to watch Tales of the Jedi before work so I wouldn't see spoilers so tell me if this is unhinged but-

*squints*

Did that motherfucker really?

118 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#2

Thrawn sitting in a throne-like chair and petting a white ysalamiri, like he's a Bond villain.

This was so, so satisfying to draw, but mostly because that Ysalamir is my new best friend. This is poster sized, so view full screen for best resolution.

I am always self conscious about how I draw Thrawn, because I think I follow SOOOOO many people who draw him much better than I do, but I think this came out pretty well!

128 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ride or Die

Grand Inquisitor x F!Reader

18+ Fic (Minors DNI)

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Chapter 2: Wet Moon

Chapter 3: Favors

Chapter 4: Negotiations

Chapter 5: The Eagles' Fall

Chapter 6: Survivor

Chapter 7: Flight

Chapter 8: First Watch*

Chapter 9: Lanternbeetles*

Chapter 10: Youngling

Chapter 11: Kin

Chapter 12: Birthright

Chapter 13: Theo

Chapter 14: Handprints

Chapter 15: Vella*

Chapter 16: Fletchers

Chapter 17: Awaited

Chapter 18: Unwell

Chapter 19: Temple Guard

Chapter 20: Home

Chapter 21: Juleper Berries

Chapter 22: Forgiveness

Chapter 23: Listening

Working Glossary

*chapters containing porn

Summary:

It has been seventeen years since your rebirth on the plains of Utapau. An orphaned child with nowhere else to go, you were adopted by your clan leader Drago and his mate Bolen, who made you their own daughter through the unique tattooing rituals of the surface-dwelling Pau'an.

See the full post

240 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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ᯤ BLUE LOCK

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ FLOW

racer au. various x f!reader. with your auto workshop at risk of closing down, your best friend kira ryosuke offers to introduce you to people who are definitely in need of your high quality services: underground street racers of blue lock, whose obsessions are winning the races. however, your arrival at the track makes them think otherwise.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ !STEAL

streamer au. various x gn!reader. !steal: a command set by your significant other who accidentally walks in during one of your streams. response: chat already forgot about their favorite strimmer (streamer). he has stolen the show.

ᯤ GENSHIN IMPACT

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!

pokemon au. various x gn!reader. do you have what it takes to be a pokemon master? step right up! start your adventure to become the greatest pokemon master of all time!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ REMEDY

canon-compliant. various x gn!reader. you help patch up your significant other’s injuries.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ REQUIESCAT IN PACE

afterlife au. various x gn!reader. the dead deserve their happy endings.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ THE GHOST OF YOU

reincarnation au. various x gn!reader. you're alive, but in a different form. you're here, but out of reach. the curse called immortality is ruthless, whether to keep you on sight or spare the heartache. after all, it's not worth the time chasing after someone who isn't in this world anymore.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ THROUGH THICK AND THIN

immortal au. various x gn!reader. with your kin swept away by the cataclysm, you have no one to rely on other than your wits. the curse of being immortal has you start fresh in the modern world as a citizen of inazuma, living alongside humans and yokai. throughout your life in the moral realm, you’ve met many interesting people. out of all of them, one becomes your rock and a shoulder to cry on. out of the blue, you say whatever is in your heart. they’ll reach out for your hand to let you know they're listening.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ WITHIN THESE CASTLE WALLS

royal au. various x gn!reader. you are a mercenary who saved twin siblings from getting killed, who turn out to be rulers of the kingdom of celestia. as gratitude, they instate you as a member of the royal guard. now with the alarming increase of assassinations, you’re wary of everyone in the castle. who is your ally or enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart?

ᯤ HAIKYUU

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ WILDEST FANTASIES (M)

post-timeskip (2021). seijoh 4 x f!reader. you are irresistible and a source of temptation, especially in his imagination.

ᯤ HONKAI: STAR RAIL

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ CHEMISTRY

celebrity au. various x gn!reader. fans are raving about the chemistry between you and their favorite actors who play as the love interest in your recent music video. they missed the message behind it: the two of you are actually together. now that the word’s out, the whole world won’t shut up.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ CIPHER

spy au + assassin au. ipc trio x gn!reader. codename “cipher”, you’re an enigmatic assassin who has a perfect track record of leaving no trace behind. until your current target is actually bait to lure you in by jade of the ten stonehearts, elite spies of the international peace corporation. now they can’t let you go, not when they’ve finally caught the inconvenience of their missions. and so you’re forced to cooperate to prevent the destruction of the nation.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ FOR EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON

modern au. various x gn!reader. everything happens for a reason. sometimes, in a way that is unexpected.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ HEADLINES

celebrity au. various x gn!reader. following the success of the recruitment process and their first concert, this odd combination of a band becomes busy these days. thus, they hired a manager to keep track of their schedules. and to an extent, deal with their shenanigans that may or may not feature on the news.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ I, THE SOVEREIGN

royal au + time travel au. various x f!reader. everyone says you’re the curse of your own legacy. dubbed “the worst ruler ever in history”, power is all you cared about. your selfishness leads to the downfall of your own kingdom, with you murdered at the hands of people you thought could be trusted. somehow the next day, you regress to the day you become the sole successor to the throne after the previous sovereign passed. can you prove your worth and show them you have what it takes to be the sovereign in this timeline?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ VIP (M)

casino au + modern au. various x f!reader. welcome to club reverie, where vips around the world seek adrenaline rush from entertainment. you’re a popular host among some of the most influential vips you served. this particular night will be the most pleasurable to ever date.

ᯤ WIND BREAKER

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ I CHOOSE YOU!

pokemon au. various x gn!reader. new year, new you, new school. you’re determined to be the greatest trainer in history, and it starts at a pokemon academy. you hope to finish your studies free of drama, if you can ignore the noise of many battles within the student body to see who will come on top.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ LET’S GET THIS BREAD!

canon-compliant. various x gn!reader. you’re a new employee at saboten bakery. your regulars are quite interesting, a bunch of delinquent high school boys who fight with good intentions. this time, they didn’t come just for the bread; they came in hopes to impress the cute newbie at the counter.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ REBIRTH OF AEGIS

bodyguard au + rich kid au. various x f!reader. cracks on shields leave the protected vulnerable. the shield of the business world named aegis shatters when a certain scandal rises after the death of the family behind the company. you as their child and witness of their goodwill take the initiative of attesting their innocence. this case has a huge toll on your mental health, so your household staff hires bodyguards as safety measures, much to your annoyance. but who knew that they are the most helpful assistants to your mission?

ᯤ MISCELLANEOUS

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ LIMBO (M)

arcane au. various x f!reader. a scion of a noble house, born and raised in the rich, utopian overworld, finds herself in an anarchy between her home and its oppressed underbelly - the underworld. assigned to investigate an artifact presumed stolen by thieves from the underworld, she becomes torn between her ideals and her morals as she encounters old friends and new enemies.

[psychedelic-ink]

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: send me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

“come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want,  [chosen term for sub]” with michael kinsella😖

✨ seven minutes in heaven masterlist ✨

pairing: michael kinsella x fem!reader

prompt: ❝ come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want,  [chosen term for sub]❞

warnings: dirty talking, the use of slut & whore, dom!micheal, sub!reader, lots of clothed grinding, fingering

a/n: anon i dont know who you are but thank you, getting this request made me so so unbelievably happy

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

You nervously stare at Michael from the threshold of the study. He was typing away something, what it was you had no idea nor did you had the urge to ask. You were supposed to be a sleep, the cold air going through your nightgown and making you shiver. Taking a step inside, you flinch at the way the wood creaks under your bare feet.

Michael straightens up and turns to you with ease thanks to the revolving chair. He raises his eyebrows.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asks. "Did I wake you?"

You shake your head, walking and standing an inch away from him as he looks up at you with concern.

"Couldn't sleep," you mutter, averting your gaze. "Missed you,"

A small smile tugs at the corner of Michael's lips, if you didn't know him the way that you did, you might've missed it. You know that he wants to act as if you not being able to sleep without him doesn't make him happy, but it does. That wasn't all. You had an itch that was begging to be scratched. The heat between your legs made you toss and turn in bed with frustration, you needed him to put that fire out.

He seems to understand this by the way your pupils dilate, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes longingly. Michael's hand comes down to his lap.

"Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want, pet."

Your mouth salivates upon hearing the name he gave you months ago. A shiver climbs up your spine and your lips part with a gasp of air. You do as he asks, straddling his lap as he wraps his muscular arms around your waist. When he gazes upon you all you can do is stare at his lips.

"Tell me what you want," he repeats.

"I--" you swallow, your tongue suddenly feeling two times too big in your mouth. "I want...I want to...have sex,"

A pout forms on your lips when he chuckles.

"That's quite frank of you to say," he teases, leaning closer. His breath ghosts over your face. "What makes you think I have the time to fuck a dirty whore like yourself?"

Your legs tremble at the way his voice goes down an octave, your loins begins to burn with anticipation and a whine escapes your lips. Then, much like a tidal wave, a sudden rush of pleasure washes over you when Micheal grinds his hips up against your core. Your hands claw his chest and you moan, his smile widens, grinding up into your clothed cunt once more.

"Fuck," he groans, hands on your hips. "I bet I can get you to cum like this-- My sweet, eager, perfect slut--"

"Yes," you breathe out. "Please Michael,"

He tuts, "Poor thing..."

His hands guide you as you begin to roll your hips, you can feel the prominent bulge under his sweatpants. It makes your thighs tremble. The way his fingers squeeze your ass, the way he groans into your neck as your grind your dripping cunt makes your mind go numb. Your panties now completely see through. Your insides clenching, you moan out his name, wet lips parting as you bury your face into his neck.

"That's it, you're going to feel so good after this-- Come on, cum for me,"

Michael starts to thumb your clit, his fingers rubbing between your clothed folds and humming as he feels how wet your truly were. The movement of your hips becomes sloppy, uneven, uncalculated. Your breathing ragged as he mercilessly plays with your engorged clit. Saliva dribbles down the corner of your lips as you chant his name over and over again, begging him to push you over the edge-- And he does.

Your toes curl and your back arches, Micheal doesn't stop playing with you as your cunt gushes with slick. A raspy groan rips from your throat as the overwhelming bliss of pleasure hits you like a truck. You can't help but start to bounce up and down on his lap, as if his cock was inside of you, and when you did the way his thumb grazes against your clit sends jolts of electricity up your spine. Everything about him feels so good. It makes you crave more. You need him.

"Now that's a good pet," he purrs, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck. "But you're not satisfied are you? Not yet anyway,"

"N-No," you moan, hips still grinding against him. " 'Need more,"

"I know you do," his lips touches the side of your chin, nibbling your sensitive skin. "And don't worry, I'm not going to stop until you pass out-- That way you'll have to sleep."

[triggerhappycafe]

I would like to request headcanons for Nagito with a female s/o who is sweet but gets really protective if someone talks bad about him or he talks bad about himself.

Hellooooooo amazing Starsaver94!!!

I'm so excited and happy that we got a request so fast!! Th-thank you! 💜💜💜

Also,,, I hope you don't mind that I accidentally made the S/O more gender neutral…

Nagito x Sweet and Protective S/O

Nagito truly couldn't believe his luck when he started dating his sweet S/O!!

Even before they started dating, his S/O was VERY protective over him.

An example would be when Kazuichi said something about Nagito's personality and that he was crazy and S/O jumped onto him and took him down like they were on a wrestling show or something

Everyone was just kind of frozen in shock, like- "What just happened??"

In general, S/O was kind and sweet to everybody, Nagito just seemed to make S/O want to be even more protective and sweet to him.

Before they started dating, whenever S/O heard that Nagito was self-depreciating, Nagito would find himself either hugged or thrown across the room with S/O screaming "DON'T TALK BAD ABOUT YOURSELF!"

After they start dating, S/O would discourage Nagito's self-hate with little kisses and hugs.

Sometimes he would just stop and stand there astounded and other times he would self-hate some more, saying things like "I really don't deserve you, I can't believe that you can stand to touch trash like me"

Once, when Nagito went into a self-hate spiral, his S/O grabbed his face and started saying things they liked about him.

"I'm not with you because I pity you, I'm with you because I like you and-" S/O started sniffling, swallowing the lump in their throat. "I wish you could see the good things about you… your kindness, y-your voice-"

Nagito fumbled as S/O really started crying and it ended up as a crying fest on the floor, teary kisses and whispered praise and apologies between the two.

I'm really sorry this is so late… I hope I made it up to you with this writing! Let me know if you want me to change or add anything!

-Mod Chihiro

[tropes-and-tales]

Keep Quiet, Girl

Day 9:  In public (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 Kinktober event offered by @beeschaos and @withlove-sid.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)  

CW:  Use of the word “wh*re”; smut (PiV; unprotected) 18+ only.

Word Count:  3084

The mercenaries are in Pomerania, hired to aid some petty little lord who wants to extend his border into the territory of the Prussians.

If Pero Tovar had known how cold it would be – the wind whipping in from the sea more painful than knives – he would have told them to fuck off.

But the war of the petty little lord ends pretty quickly when the soft young man, decked in elaborate armor that protected him not a whit, took an arrow from a longbow to the throat.  At that, the small army flees, and the mercenaries follow.

A dead lord doesn’t pay, after all.

It’s slow progress, moving back south.  They cross the Oder River, choked with ice, and it takes all day for the ancient ferryman to take them two at a time.  Like crossing into hell, as far as Pero is concerned, only this hell is a frigid place that makes his balls shrivel against his chilled flesh.

They turn westward and end up in Bavaria.  Deep in the woods, they make camp early because it grows dark so quickly.  They build up a huge fire.  A few people wander off into the woods for game, and only a few come back successful. Merick brings back a couple of squirrels, but you have the most luck:  a fistful of wild onions, a pair of fat rabbits, and three grouse with plump breasts that promise good eating.

Pero scowls.  Of course.  You and your fucking arrows, like some heathen goddess.  The truest aim Pero has ever seen in his life, and in a woman.

He protested you joining their band, but he was ignored.  Godwin is their leader, a scarred old man, and you are related to him somehow.  Some distant blood kin – not enough for the old man to tuck you away and protect you from their rough world, as a father or uncle might.  But enough that you, a young woman untested in battle, was allowed to join them.

And you prove yourself.  Every day, you carry your weight and then some.  You fight well, and your arms are roped with muscle honed by the taut string of your bow.  Sometimes, you pick off half of their enemies before it even comes to blows, and Pero huffs in frustration every time.  

You should be somewhere else.  Not near him.  

Not tempting him with the curve of your ass in doeskin breeches.  Not tempting him when you take down your braid, comb out your hair, plait it again.  Not tempting him when you pass him his portion of rabbit, the grease burning your fingers as you tear off a chunk that looks just a little bigger than what you give the other men.

Not tempting him when you unroll your thick furs, set just a little away from the other men.  You have the protection of Godwin, but you still know that you’re a woman amongst men.

So maybe Pero waits until you are asleep, and maybe he moves his own bedroll closer to you, a silent sentinel keeping watch over you.  Not because he wants you.  He just doesn’t want to hear it if you get hurt.  He wouldn’t be able to bite back the urge to say I told you so.

This night in Bavaria, it’s still cold.  The men sleep in clumps, brother and brother pressed together for warmth.  Cousins, friends alike close for each other’s body heat.  Survival makes the lines of strict society blurry, and it’s nothing for the men to hold each other to avoid freezing in their sleep.

Not you.  You watch the men as they settle down to sleep near the banked coals of the fire.  Your eyes drift over to Pero, and he catches how your gaze stutters on him before you glance away, quick.  

You had tried, early on, to engage him – pulled your horse alongside his, sat beside him in taverns.  Tried to talk to him, asked him questions.  He had never responded with more than a grunt until, one night – irritable and irked by your constant presence, tightly wound with unrelieved lust to have you so close to him that he could smell your green, earthy scent – he snapped at you.

“Get the fuck away from me,” he had growled, and you obliged him.

You stopped trying to talk to him.  Kept your horse away from his, sat a little apart when you ate.

Pero knows now that if he had just held his tongue before, you’d creep over to him with your furs, ask him in your low-voiced way if he wanted to bed down together to keep warm.  Instead, your eyes pause on him, considering….and finding the prospect of being the victim to his sharp tongue again intolerable, you make your bed alone.

Pero growls in irritation.  At himself, at his past bad behavior.  He waits a long moment, considering the possibilities.  When it’s dark, it’s easier for him to admit the truth to himself:  he wants you.

He rarely takes a woman, prefers to save his coin in the hopes of leaving this hard life someday.  Doesn’t see the point in spending his hard-earned money on a whore who will only pretend to want him back.  But you spark something in him – it doesn’t just make his cock twitch, but it makes him ache all over, makes his head feel as though it’s stuffed with linen, makes his thoughts and words feel fuzzy and ill-formed.  Makes his chest feel like it’s been caved in, aching low and steady.

Pero doesn’t know it – having never felt it before – but it’s love.

Now, he only watches you out of the corner of his eye.  He can see you frowning in the low firelight.  He can see how you lie down a piece of waxed cloth to protect you from the damp ground, then your bedroll, then the thick, stitched-together furs.

He can see how you still must be cold.  Shivering.  The little mound of furs trembles, and he can picture you at their center, trying to still your chattering teeth.

He’s cold too.  That’s what he tells himself.  That’s the reason he gives when his resolve finally breaks, a long hour later.  The other men are all asleep, judging by the snores and grunts punctuating the still night air.

Pero stands, gathers his own bedroll.  Creeps over to where you lie, and he can hear your teeth chattering still, hear the little pained whimpers of someone whose bones ache from the cold.

“Girl,” he whispers harshly as he approaches.  He doesn’t want to startle you (another man had, early on, and he received a dagger to the shoulder).  “Girl.”

The mound of furs rustle, and he can just make out your eyes, glittering in the low light.  “Pero?” you whisper back.

“Let me bed down with you,” he whispers.  He doesn’t exactly wait for your answer; he peels back the furs, pushes you aside a little to lay his own bedroll on top of yours for extra insulation from the hard ground.  Then he lies down beside you, pointedly ignores the curious glint in your eyes, and pulls the furs over the two of you.

“Cold?” you ask, and it sounds so intimate under the furs, like it’s just the two of you in the entire world.

“No,” he lies.  “I couldn’t sleep with your damned teeth clacking all night.”

When he first lays beside you, you move away as much as you can while staying in the cocoon of furs and bedrolls – which wasn’t far.  You are reluctant to move too close to him, and it’s understandable.  Pero sighs in frustration, and it makes you flinch.  You don’t know that his frustration is with himself.

“Come here, girl,” he says.  His voice is harsh, but he tries to make his hands as gentle as possible.  He reaches out and wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him.  Immediately, Pero knows it’s a bad idea – flush against him, he can feel you.  The swell of your breasts, the rounded muscles of your legs.  Your face is tucked against his throat, and he can feel your warm breath tickling against him.

It takes so little time for his cock – cold, small, practically dead – to stir to life with you in his arms.

Pero sighs in frustration again, louder.  He feels you go still in his arms, perceiving his irritation as your fault.  He turns you in his arms, manhandles you gently, turns your face away from him so that he’s not tempted to warm your lips with his own.

It’s better, holding you this way.  There’s less temptation – just the curve of your ass pressed against the part of him that is awake now.  But Pero ignores it, and you seem to ignore it until –

“Pero,” you whisper, and your voice sounds…odd.  It’s probably the furs that cover your heads, muffling the sound.  Distorting it.  Because Pero would otherwise swear that you sound strained, as tense as he feels –

“Go to sleep, girl.  It’s nothing.”  He growls it into your ear, and you shudder against him.  But you relax by degrees, and by the time the final flames are sputtering out in the fire, you are asleep in his arms.

Pero eventually follows.  He dreams of you, as always.

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He wakes sometime later.  It is dark as a sinner’s soul, but Pero can’t tell the hour.  There’s no birdsong, and because they are in the forest, there’s no scanning the horizon in the east for the sign of coming dawn.

It’s still night, then.

Pero breathes in deep, takes in your scent.  It’s the wrong thing to do:  the scent of you, paired with your warm, lax body in his arms, awakens his cock, and his hips press forward involuntarily against the soft curve of your ass.  He bites back a groan at the sensation, wonders what it would feel like…

You stay asleep.  Or, he thinks you do.  Your breathing never changes from the slow, deep cadence you have, so he takes liberties.  Just a little.  Just the gentlest, softest bit of grinding against you, just to relieve the tension in his breeches.  It’s dark, so Pero can admit to himself that he wants you, and now you’re closer than you’ve ever been, tucked in the warm womb that the two of you have created with your body heat….

“Pero?”

Your voice is a low whisper, a little confused-sounding.  He curses himself, curses his base nature.  He could pretend to be asleep, pretend it never happened –

But then you press back against him.

And then you let out a moan so faint that it’s mostly an exhalation, but Pero hears it.

And then you whisper, “don’t stop.”  It’s low and hesitant, and Pero wonders if he really heard it.

But then you press against him again, press the lovely soft curve of yourself against the straining length of him, and Pero can no longer pretend.

He reaches around to your waist, plucks at the laces of your breeches with fingers that tremble.  If you notice, you don’t say anything.  You reach down too, brush your fingers against his, help him with the tricky knot your archer’s hand tied earlier.  

You raise your hips and push your breeches down enough, push your smallclothes down enough.  They are tangled at your knees, but it’s enough, and Pero pushes away from you enough to unlace his own breeches, to free his aching cock and then he’s pulling you back to him, lining himself up and pulling you onto him, and Pero can feel how easily he slides into your silky cunt – and he can tell, from the ragged groan that tears out of your throat, that you must have been dreaming about him too.

“Hush, girl,” he growls in the delicate shell of your ear, and his tongue darts out to trace the whorl there.  “You want the men to hear you?”

You shake your head, moan again but it’s a bitten-off sound, stopped up in your throat before it can be given a voice.  He’s only halfway in you, so he pulls back a little and sinks the rest of the way into your tight channel, the swell of your ass against his thighs.

Pero’s never felt anything like it.  When he paid for a woman, it was a rushed affair.  A knee-trembler against a tavern wall, a hurried moment behind a bent-over woman.  An exchange of coins, a sting of shame and regret.  

You’re so fucking warm.  Warm and wet, and you grip his cock the way his hand grips the pommel of his sword, and he sheathes himself slow and deep, unhurried.  You don’t seem hurried either; you don’t hiss in his ear like a whore would, telling him that his coin only buys so much time….

Merciful god, when he wraps his arm around your naked belly, your tunic pushed up, you lay your arm over his, lay your hand over his, lace your fingers with his own.  His other hand is underneath your side, useless, but you turn and kiss it as best you can, your lips soft on the inside of his wrist.

No woman has ever kissed him like this.  Few of the whores kiss at all, but what woman has ever pressed a gentle kiss to his wrist, almost reverential, like you’re kissing the reliquary of a saint?

“Turn your head,” he orders, his voice low and pained from how good you feel, how good it feels to bury his throbbing cock in your slippery depths.  “Turn your…fuck, look at me, girl.”

You do.  You try to.  You turn enough that Pero can move his own head, and he kisses your mouth.  It’s sloppy and the angle is all wrong, but it’s enough.  All the angels in heaven – it’s enough.  It’s more than he ever could have guessed and certainly more than a bastard like him deserves.

Pero never cares about women when he fucks them.  That’s what the coin is for – it buys him a fuck, and it buys him the ability to not care.  Sometimes the whores lie there, bored, and sometimes the theatrical ones yowl and screech like cats in heat.  But Pero knows that he doesn’t give them pleasure, and suddenly he very much wants to change that.

He shifts the arm around your waist, releases your hand after he raises it to his own mouth and kisses the back of it.  The action surprises you; you gasp.  Then he reaches down, traces his fingertips down your belly, through the neat curls at the mound of your sex.  Parts your folds to find the slippery, swollen part of you.  Strums it lightly, rubs a gentle circle around it that makes that bitten-off keen die in your throat.

“Quiet,” he whispers in your ear.  He peeks out of the furs, sees the still clusters of men.  Sleeping.  

He rocks against you, happy to keep himself buried in your heavenly cunt.  His fingers pluck at your pearl like a musician with his lute, coaxing the quietest, sweetest noises from you.  He tucks his face against the back of your neck, and he brushes your braid aside so that he can kiss the soft skin there.  His tongue licks at you, tastes the salt of your skin.  He wonders if another man has ever kissed you there.  You are the first woman to lay claim to his wrist; is he an explorer of uncharted territory as well?

When you come, it undoes Pero.  He realizes, when you do come, that the women of his past were pretending for his benefit, pretending for more coin.  He’s never felt anything like it, the way you seize up like the machinery in a grist-mill.  The way your thighs tremble uncontrollably, the way your cunt grips his cock as if trying to pull it deeper into you.  The rush of hot come that coats his cock, makes his deep trusts sound obscenely wet.  

But it’s the way you turn your head to kiss him, so desperate and needy, and when he slots his mouth over yours, he swallows one of those bitten-off moans, and it fills him up, settles in his chest like a warm white light.  

Then Pero comes too.  He pushes his cock as deep as he can, your cunt vice-like now, and he feels the warmth wash over him, the sparking and crackling along his spine when he comes deep inside you.

There’s no good way to part.  You are spent, limp in his arms, and Pero isn’t much better.  You are both panting, as quietly as possible, but as his cock softens, he finally pulls out of you.  He pretends he doesn’t hear it, but you give a groan of disappointment.

You both reassemble yourselves, pull up your breeches.  Re-lace them.  Pero imagines his spend trickling out of you, and the thought makes his cock half-hard again.  You feel it against yourself when he pulls you back into his arms.

But you don’t say anything.  Neither does he.  You both must feel it, because he turns you back over to face him and you don’t resist or protest.  He pulls you close, then takes a bigger chance than the one he just took to fuck you:  he dips his head down and kisses you, properly.  His lips move against you, and his tongue is sloppy when it explores your mouth.  Pero hasn’t kissed much, but you kiss him back with an ardor that surprises him.  

When the two of you finally break the kiss, a little breathless again, you start to say something – but he hushes you.

“Sleep, girl,” he whispers, and though his voice is still rough, his hand on your back is gentle.  

“But – “

“Sleep.”  He takes another chance and kisses your furrowed forehead until it smooths out.  “It’s a long journey to Verona.  We can…we can talk later.  Sleep now.”

Godwin had a summons from a merchant in Verona, and that was their destination, but already Pero is thinking.  How hard would it be to turn his horse westward, through Lombardy and Burgundy, home to Pamploma?  He had enough coin saved, and if he could convince you to turn your horse westward with him…

“Sleep,” he tells you again, and you nod against him.  You yawn.  You bury your face in his chest, and Pero hooks his chin on the top of your head.  

It is a long journey to Verona.  Pero thinks – with enough nights like this, you tucked against him and his arms around you – well, he thinks he might just succeed in convincing you to join him.  The mercenary and the archer, finding their way home, together.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader [Shiba Y/n]

(Chains Series)

[Gojo Week 2021]

[What the Shiba Patriarch thinks of Gojo Satoru and his daughter]

Day 6: Clan Head

Shiba Mikoto is a man of honour and discipline, one of the reason he remain devoted and respectful to his wife and loved only her over the years even after their divorce. He treasures his only daughter despite only meeting her properly when she decided to move in Japan when she was 16, leaving her mother in Europe alone to stay with him here in Japan.

As a clan head he was especially strict to his constituents, his priority is the clan above all. Being the Shiba patriarch means from time to time he would meet the other clan leaders of the other jujutsu houses. One of them particularly is the Gojo clan head.

Gojo Satoru.

Mikoto sighed remembering the boy who would familiarly call him Uncle despite having no blood connection with him. He also doesn't know clearly what Y/n have in relation to the Gojo heir.

Shiba Mikoto by no means dislike the man. He just... How should he put it? Wary. Indeed, he is wary of Gojo Satoru.

He's too close to his daughter. Just few months ago he remember almost choking on his tea after knowing Y/n and the Gojo heir is sharing home! What a father ought to do? Of course he came over for dinner and asked his daughter.

But then again his wilful and apathetic only child just shrug it off with the fact no one would dare lay a hand on her unless they want to get poisoned by her.

Certain Shiba clan member's bodies—to be specific those who are sorcerers, have their blood laced with poison to protect their body from being coveted against their will once they die and to also safeguard the bloodline and secret of their clan.

Even if Gojo Satoru tries he can never touch Y/n against her will.

Still. If ever Gojo Satoru dares to offend his daughter it'd be the same as offending the whole Shiba clan. Mikoto might as well forget Gojo is the strongest and deploy the whole of the Shiba's fighting units.

Although in the official registry Y/n's official surname is that of the Rothschild—following the surname of her mother. Mikoto still claim Y/n is also a Shiba after being birthed in an official wedlock. Besides Y/n herself also recognises him as his father and willingly accept being a part of the Shiba clan, the whole family also warmly welcome his daughter, Shiba's are extremely loyal and devoted and would never second guess to protect their kin.

"Why are you looking like you're plotting a massacre Father?"

A soft and amused voice called from the door of his study. Y/n with her arms crossed walk in and sat before his office table.

"How was your trip?"

"Good I closed the deal smoothly," she nod and smiled.

Mikoto is pleased seeing his daughter smile, aside from the welfare of the Shiba clan the next important thing for him is his wife and daughter.

Maybe one of the reason he decided to let the matter go of Gojo Satoru living in his daughter's house is because he knows very well that Y/n laughs and smiles wider in the company of the young man. As a father it's hard for him to accept that fact but it's the truth.

"Mother sent this for you, and I'll go pick your robes to wear later on the occasion." Y/n handed him the neatly folded jasmine scented envelope with the signature wax seal of the Rothschild emblem.

Accepting the letter Y/n told him to go in his dressing chambers after his work.

He will read the letter later before bedtime, reading the letter exchange between him and his wife over the years after their divorce has been his solace and comfort from the yearning in his heart.

"Y/n, do you have a love interest at this moment?"

Mikoto asked his daughter who's hand halted fixing his haori from the sudden question.

"I don't, and you know that I'm not planning to get married anytime soon."

"Then how about the Gojo clan he—"

"Father, seriously?" Y/n look at him incredulously and continued. "He's my best friend and that's it. We look after each other's back because we're the only one who can keep each other safe, don't put too much meaning on it." Y/n dismissed him and asked him which tabi socks he wants to wear.

Another fact that's hard for Shiba Mikoto to accept.

He might be Y/n's father but he cannot entirely keep her safe. Y/n is one of the most skilled and probably the best out of all Shiba sorcerers in this generation, it's hard to protect someone who's stronger or else they'll simply be burdens unlike Gojo Satoru who is undoubtedly the strongest, Y/n is not wrong. If worse comes to worse only the two of them can look after each other's back.

"Father, what's gotten into you? You're being weird." Y/n once again asked him in the ride to the Gojo Estate, it's the clan head's—Gojo Satoru's birthday celebration—Gojo Satoru personally came over the Shiba Estate to invite him.

"When you find someone you want to spend your life with, remember that I'm here to support you and don't hesitate to talk to me, understand?" Especially if that man will be Gojo Satoru. The last sentence remained unspoken by the Shiba Patriarch.

"Father, seriously ask me that question when I finally bring home Mom here," Y/n rolled her eyes and the car made a turn around the rotunda before the grand entrance of the Gojo Estate. A valet opened the door.

The father and daughter exited the car and is courteously welcomed by the line of servers. Not a second before passing the threshold he already heard the voice of the man that's been bugging Shiba Mikoto's inner peace these past few days.

"Sugarplum! Uncle, thank you for coming," Gojo Satoru in his traditional kimono robes and wide smile on his lips welcomed them, he notice the young man use his glasses today instead of his bandages.

"Here, before you could say I didn't bring you a present," Mikoto watch through the slit of the glasses how the eyes of the Gojo clan head lit up and glimmered accepting the small rectangular box from his daughter.

Mikoto on the other hand ordered his right hand to give the proper birthday gifts from the Shiba clan.

"You shouldn't have bothered, I already received more than enough gift from you Shiba-sama." Gojo Satoru smiled and politely accepted the boxes from him.

For any passerby it would seem to be an act of courtesy but for Mikoto those words have another meaning as he look at his daughter and the Gojo clan head on the corner of the party whispering to each other's ears.

Gojo Satoru, the man is one of the severely few people who can get along with his stubborn daughter. As a clan head he managed to rule the whole of Gojo Clan singlehandedly, his presence alone is the Gojo Clan itself. The influence and status he hold in the jujutsu community is paramount.

In all honesty he doesn't want him for his daughter. Mikoto doesn't want to complicate his daughter's life anymore, it already is complicated enough with her involved in the Rothschild family, and if ever she did get tangled with the Gojo clan Mikoto can already foresee complicated conflicts brewing.

By the right of passage Mikoto would pass down his seat as the Shiba clan head to Y/n as his sole heir but right now that is still blurred because Y/n is not registered as Shiba. If ever she did get her business done and  change her surname to Shiba then she will be the next clan leader but if ever she and Gojo Satoru...

Nevermind, Mikoto shook his head not wanting to continue the line of his thoughts. What matters right now is he make sure his daughter and the rest of his clan is in great condition until he can name the next clan head of the Shiba clan.

—GreyCaelum

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Characters: Suprise CE Character x Reader. Warning(s): Angst, heartbreak hotel. A/N: I got hit by inspo. Enjoy this drabble of nonsense. But imma guess it's not a huge secret as to who the character is... but enjoy!

June 23, 2021 —

Storming down the stairs, I felt nothing but anger. Hurt. My heart absolutely breaking at the sight I saw mere seconds ago. Footsteps falling behind me, their breathing deep as if I was the bad guy; his own anger radiating off their body.

“I didn’t know you were coming home early!” my husband yelled, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. His robe tied around his body to conceal the naked skin underneath. He stood there, watching me as if I owed him some sort of apology.

“I hate you… I cannot believe… I ha-hate you,” I said, words fumbling out. A quiet plea to whatever god that was out there to smite me where i stood. For the pain, the betrayal. It was all too much.

“Who is she?” I asked, his eyes not showing an ounce of concern. He didn’t care that I hated him.

“Someone I met,” he simply answered. His wedding band glowing in the dim light. Something that was now a joke. A sham on what we were.

“My lawyer will be in touch with yours, you spoiled piece of shit. A little boy that married someone to feel like he was a man. You take all the goddamn money because I want nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with you, you manipulative little shit. I hope you eat shit and fucking live so all your life someone can remind you that you ate what you become!” I sneered, my voice laced with venom.

He staggered back a bit. Not sure what to say. No snide comment. His hands came up, as if he realized what he had done.

“Angel…” he whispered, as if he spoke louder would make his voice crack. A simple gleam shone in his eyes. Liar, I thought.

“Oh Ransom,” the voice upstairs sang his name. And that’s what hit me. Like a fucking freight train. He saw it then. The gleam in my own eyes. The pain that shown in them.

“Angel, please. She means fucking nothing. Please,” he began to beg, his voice now becoming something different. Sincere? Apologetic? Whatever it was, I wasn’t buying it. He said my name, a soft whisper that left his lips.

“Go to hell,” I said, grabbing my keys and walking out of the house we bought together. He had someone in our bed. Ours. He promised the world to me. Only to take it all back because he wanted his dick wet.

I needed time. To think. To cool off. Before going back there again to gather my things and rip him a new one. Hugh Ransom Drysdale was the love of my life. And that was something I never should’ve admitted to him; to anyone.

At the traffic light, I saw the soft gleam of the diamond perched on my left hand. His token of faithfulness. Sliding it off, I placed it in the cup holder and drove once the light turned green. I didn’t notice the car next to me had stopped just in time before the large truck rammed into my side of the car. Letting my world go black.

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RD -

Ransom paced in the bedroom he shared with you. His own heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. Sick of himself. His actions. The way he let you, the only person who has truly loved him, go. When he sat on the edge of your side of the bed, he couldn’t think anymore. All he could was replay the year and half you spent together.

He had called you multiple times. But of course you didn’t answer. He didn’t expect you to but he had a small sliver of hope that you’d answer. Hear him out. Take him back. But straight to voicemail. He had kicked the blonde out the moment you drove away. Wanting nothing more than to drive after you. But he didn’t. He should’ve.

His phone rang then, before he could check who it was, he decided to just answer.

“Angel?! I’m so sorr-“ he started but was quickly silent when it wasn’t your voice talking.

“Hello. I’m Nurse Bellow from Boston Medical Center. I’m trying to contact the next of kin. Is this Hugh Drysdale?” She asked, following to check if he was your husband. “Hi sir. Your wife is here and in critical condition. We will be expecting you.” She hung up, and Ransom was up in a flash.

Dressing appropriately and making it to the hospital in seconds. Harlan already there with his coat hanging over his arms. They had moved you to a private suite. There you lay. Wires connected and the beat of the machine that checked your heartbeat on. He was devastated at the sight. His world crashing in one night.

“Ransom,” his grandfather said softly. Coming up behind him. Ransom fell on to the chair, taking your hand in his. “Baby… baby please,” he said softly. His turn to plea with the gods.

“I’m so sorry Ransom…” Harlan continued but it was all cut when the machines started going off.

“SHE’S CRASHING!” A nurse yelled, ushering Ransom out with his grandfather. The two sat in silence. No thought in Ransom’s head but you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you said I love you unconditionally. These were the conditions in which you didn’t love him.

After hours of surgery, the doctor came out and he didn’t seem to have the best news. He sighed heavily and held his hands out and then put them back together.

“Mr. Drysdale… I am so sorry, but your wife didn’t make it. What we thought was just a simple internal bleeding, turned out to be much worse. Your wife… she was about two months pregnant. And well… it made surgery a little longer and little tougher but… she bled out and both didn’t survive. I am so sorry,” the doctor said, making it perfectly clear.

But Ransom stopped listening after he said sorry. Tears streamed down his face, his own heart shattering at it all. Harlan’s hand rested on his grandsons shoulder. Ransom turned to his grandfather and held the old man tight. Weeping in the chair, his world gone.

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Five months later —

He stood at your grave. The grass fully grown over your slot. Harlan had paid for the funeral, and even the plot that yielded DRYSDALE on the plaque. He never deserved you.

He had placed the flowers on your grave, standing there in silence. Tears slowly sliding down his face as he watched the flower petals blow with the wind.

“Ransom,” Harlan’s voice lifted Ransoms head. Turning and helping his grandfather down the small hill. “Ah. Thankfully they’ve been keeping this area clean,” he continued. His own bouquet of flowers being placed next to Ransom’s.

“She loved you Ransom. Saw that spark, that good in you,” Harlan said, fetching out a box in his pocket. The small velvet box was placed in the young males hand. “What’s this?” Ransom asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Harlan nodded to your grave and said, “She asked me to get it fixed for you. Said it was dull and needed something. A surprise.”

Opening the box, he saw his lost pinky ring. You must’ve taken it in June. Etched on the flat surface were the first letter of your name, his H, and small b.d.

Tears stung his eyes as he slid it on.

“B.D.?” He asked, Harlan raising a brow.

“I believe it was for ‘baby Drysdale’. Probably going to tell you on your anniversary,” Harlan said. Only making Ransom’s heart sink deeper. “Let’s go eat breaks on, Ran. She’s gonna be okay.”

As Harlan walked back to the car, Ransom stood there with his thumb playing with the band of the ring.

“I love you. I love you both,” he declared, turning before glancing back one last time. He got into the car with his grandfather, feeling a weight being lifted. As if… you had forgiven him.

[arhvste]

❝ BAD LITTLE BOY! ❞

— miya atsumu x reader

— an: based off of ‘good little girl’ which i actually strongly associate with my own selfship with tetsu, but as an atsumu kin, this concept still works well with him so here we are

— dt: @7tsumurai, i told you i’d get an atsumu piece out for you, i can only hope i’ve done him enough justice here <3

“good little girl” atsumu hummed from behind you as his fingers played with the ends of your hair as you lent back into his chest.

you tutted as you channelled your focus back onto the laptop in front of you. atsumu knew you had work, you had emphasised on how busy and stressed you were to him prior to dinner with fast approaching deadlines to meet, yet he insisted upon being close to you regardless. he just couldn’t help it. being a pro volleyball player came at a price that was paid in time spent with you. he hated it, but nothing in life is free, the two of you just had to accept that and work around it.

“always pickin’ a fight with me” he chuckled slightly, arms wrapping around your waist just a little tighter as you bit your bottom lip, eyes scanning the screen.

“you know that i’m bad” he breathed against the shell of your ear. hot breath sending shivers down your neck. you felt his smile as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck. planting soft kisses upon the skin he could access, he relished in the small sighs that escaped your lips as you struggled to keep focused on your pile of tasks.

“but yer spending the night with me.” he breathed out teasingly, fingers circling your torso as he rested his chin upon your shoulder looking over your work as you refused to pay any mind to him.

his own job cost time away from you the same way your own profession demanded time away from him. unlike yourself though, atsumu had a hard time accepting to pay this price. rather, he refused to pay it. miya atsumu lived by his own laws in his own realities, he was a go-getter who always got what he wanted; and you were everything and more he could’ve ever desired.

miya atsumu always wanted you more than ever every time you denied him and this was one of those times.

“what do ya want from my world” he sighed, tilting his head to get a better view of your concentrated face. your eyes solely focused on the screen ahead and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth ever so slightly.

he smiled softly at the sight of you. just what was it you really wanted from his world he wondered. was it love? lust? something else? he’d never know for sure without explicitly asking, but he knew exactly what he wanted from your world and he had taken it instantly upon deciding you were the one for him.

a sense of home, a secure future, lessons in genuine love. those were just a handful of the things atsumu had sought out in your world and he had made it his mission to claim those things from within you, your own world and reality. he wanted to taint your world with himself, incorporate himself into your dream and real reality. he wanted you to want him just as badly as he wanted you.

“yer a good little girl.” he whispered against your neck, voice barely creeping up to reach your ears.

you hummed as his childish little song came to an end, relaxing into his hold a little more. murmuring half-hearted complaints directed to the setter as he continued to pick up on his abandoned trail of gentle kisses he had previously started along your neck, atsumu only hummed back dismissively in response, challenging glint in his eyes.

“tsumu, i’m trying to finish this, it won’t take much longer if you just let me get to it. i really need to get this done.” you lightly scolded as atsumu paid no mind to your whining as your fingers reached out to begging typing once more.

atsumu exhaled softly, lips still littering the blank canvas of your skin with peppered kisses individually filled with nothing but the purest form of love he’d only ever be able to find within for you.

“wow, ya really are a good little girl.” he teased as you frowned regarding his denial of your request.

you rolled your eyes and shut the laptop after saving your half finished document. sending a soft glare his way, you just couldn’t help the smile that forcibly tugged at your lips. atsumu always managed to bring out this adamant smile whenever he was around whether he did it intentionally or not.

“and you’re a bad little boy.” you pulled away to turn so you were now straddling his lap. arms snaking over his broad shoulders, atsumu rested his calloused hands to the sides of your waist, grip firm but comforting.

“if my boss pulls any shit up with me tomorrow, i’m handing you the phone to explain why my work is incomplete you pain in the ass.” you warned as your boyfriends boyish grin found home on his face. “i guess i can take partial responsibility.” he rose an eyebrow, satisfied grin still bright on his face.

“partial?” you quipped back as atsumu nodded.

“it’s yer own fault for lettin’ me get away with this. besides, i’m only helping ya take a break. ya always overwork yourself.”

you groaned as you dropped your head to rest against the crook of his neck, his natural scent flooding your senses immediately relaxing your tense body.

to you, miya atsumu was a home away from home, an escape to your own dream reality. you weren’t quite sure just how he had accomplished this, but atsumu had you hooked onto him so effortlessly; you’d never admit such a thing out loud though.

fingers hooking under your chin, the blond brought your face up to look at him with softened eyes.

“i love ya.” you whispered before pulling your face in closer to his, hot breath tickling against your lips as his eyes fluttered shut in sync with your own.

hand now caressing the side if your face, atsumu kissed you with a demanding love, the type of love that forced acknowledgment of its presence. a unique form of love, one you had unknowingly taught atsumu to learn and revise specifically for you and you alone. jolts of electricity shot through you as you felt the raw emotion he was conveying as your own natural emotions poured through as you kissed back.

pulling away breathless as always, atsumu had a wide smile drawn across his face as his eyes twinkled in nothing but adoration for you.

“my bad little boy.” you sighed pressing your head into his chest, eyes heavy as you focused on the faint sounds of his heartbeat.

smiling with love entwined with satisfaction, atsumu secured your body into his steady arms as he picked you up bridal style to carry you over to the awaiting bed. content with pulling you away from your own building stress for a while, atsumu gently laid you down on your side of the bed as he took one last glance at you before turning to gather your work files and such to leave in a neat pile for you.

without even realising it, his smile remained etched upon his face, a common expression he wore whilst around you.

whether he was your ‘tsumu’, your ‘pain in the ass’ or your ‘bad little boy’, atsumu didn’t care, for as long as he was yours, he’d always be willing to fall deeper into your world and deeper in love with you; if that was even possible.

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Clearwater Springs: Part 8

Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.

Warnings: Innuendos, some heated moments, AnGsT

Posted: 02/06/2021

Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au

3,650 words

A/N: Okay! Chapter 8! So, the survey replies said that I could do two free-write and one survey chapter, which means the next survey chapter will be chapter 11, but that link will come with chapter 9 because heck if I know where we’re going next! Also, I apparently have a bigger ao3 contingency reading this so that’s interesting. But anyway! Here we go! Sorry it took so long!

Previous ~ Next

Jungkook wasn’t breathing, frozen and staring at the dragon.

You bowed a little more. “Please forgive our intrusion upon your territory.”

A deep rumbling laughter made the waters tremble, ripples disturbing the eerily smooth surface of the water. “Little xana, you are most welcome as my river-kin. And brave djinn, you are welcome also. I could not turn away one attached so strongly to the soul of my river-kin. Your soul may rest easily when you have your heart pieces put together.”

Jungkook breathed out. “It’s hard.”

“It will not always be so, little one. The trials of life...they come...and they go. But if you stick close to your heart, all should turn out to be well and you shall grow stronger for all of your trials.” Anwei settled his head on the surface of the water. “You will grow, and have much growing to do still.”

Jungkook turned a little toward you. “How do you know?”

Anwei chuckled. “Did you know that the oracles and seers all descended from those who drank from the waters of a great and powerful dragon that was tainted with his blood?”

You tried not to gag at the thought, standing once more and taking Jungkook’s arm.

“And you, little xana, so many thoughts, racing in that head of yours and so many ideas without a clue how to enact them. You desire much, but admit little, but you are the key to all of the others. Without you, they would lose each other.” The dragon seemed to be settling back into the waters. “Now, if you both don’t mind...being awake is tiresome. And you both have someone to go find, do you not?”

You looked to the sky. “Jungkook, it’s almost sunset.”

“How?”

Anwei chuckled. “Time is a funny thing.”

You started running back in the direction of the house. “Thank you, oh great one!”

He just chuckled more. “Little ones. Always...in a...hurry.”

Jungkook zoomed past you, slightly translucent and going through the trees, but he often glanced back to make sure you were still with him.

You ran into Valina, squeaking and quickly helping her gather her mushrooms again and apologizing to her and who appeared to be her witch friends. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry! You haven’t seen Seokjin, have you?”

“Not in the past two days, sugar.”

“Ok, thank you!” You called, racing after Jungkook who had gone invisible around them. “He must not have gone to town. She would have seen him otherwise.”

“Where else could he be?” Jungkook asked, but it sounded like it was in your head more than anything which sent chills up and down your spine.

“There’s too many places he could be. Maybe Hoseok will have a clue for us, though. Come on.”

He beat you to the house, but the others were in the yard. Jimin was sitting in the grass with Hoseok looking at the feathers on his wings. Namjoon pacing. Yoongi was in a brown tabby form, gaze locked on you and Jungkook as the two of you raced up.

“Nothing?” Jungkook asked, looking at the others.

“No word from him, no sightings, nothing.”

Your gaze was drawn to the forest as they started discussing where they should look.

“Come on, Hoseok, any ideas?”

Hoseok pouted. “I can’t just turn it on and off. I looked in the crystal balls, but I didn’t see anything that would help us.”

“I’ll check the forest. Maybe our forest friend has seen him.”

“Alone?” Jimin scrambled to his feet.

“I won’t be alone long. Like I said, our forest friend will probably find me and help me find Seokjin.” You scanned the forest line, then spotted a tree that looked slightly out of place. That had to be it. Their hidden mailbox. “You guys go look. I’ll check the forest.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked, coming over and taking your hand. “It’s a big forest.”

“I’m sure. We’ll find him. Go look. Meet back here when the sun has fully set,” You told them, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “We’ll find him.”

Namjoon nodded, but didn’t move until Yoongi came over and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away.

Hoseok grabbed onto both maknaes. “Come on, we’re odd numbers with y/n going alone. Both of you come with me. I don’t like traveling in the dark.”

Jimin snorted, and started quietly teasing the elder—which was really heartwarming because it meant he was growing attached and comfortable.

Jungkook just trailed after them, smiling a little at the hand holding his.

And you knew they’d be fine.

You hurried toward the tree, their mailbox tree, studying it for a while and then trying to figure out how to find Taehyung so he could help you find Jin.

“You’re not Jin-hyung,” A deep voice pouted behind you.

You turned and sighed in relief. “No, we don’t know where he is. Need your help finding him, Taehyung. He left last night and we haven’t heard from him since.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “He’s missing?”

“Not...necessarily. I think he didn’t want to be found right away though. And I have a feeling he’s in a forest...maybe the one his brother died in?”

Taehyung looked surprised, but it slowly faded to agreement, and he nodded. “Right. You’re right. Let’s go look.”

You hurried after him. “It’s okay for me to use your real name, right?”

“What? Oh, yeah! It’s also a good way to get in touch with me. Just whisper it to any of the maples and they’ll bring it to me, and I’ll know that you’re looking for me.” Taehyung smiled at you.

You smiled back, but were also trying to figure out how to tell him that he was one of your soulmates. It would have to wait until you found Jin.

Taehyung led the way to a forest that was obviously just starting to regrow from a devastating fire, saplings here and there and some bushy undergrowth, but also a clearly defined path through it to the undamaged parts of the forest. The dirt road under your feet looked well-travelled, and yet the only sounds you could hear were of birds and squirrels and chipmunks.

“So….”

“That path leads to the family cemetery, which is also the memorial area for all of the dryads lost to the fire. Hyung talked about it becoming the first town cemetery since the area around it was already cleared by the fire,” Taehyung said, then hesitantly stepped toward the path. “What if he gets mad that we came looking for him?”

“He won’t be. He left because...his feelings got hurt in a misunderstanding last night. He needs us. Did...did you finish his butterfly?”

Taehyung nodded, carefully pulling the white butterfly from his bag and then whispering some sort of spell before tossing it lightly into the air as it started moving.

Down the path.

Taehyung hurried after it, not even glancing back as you captured his hand and held onto it.

You heard the singing first, soft and sad, and then you saw Jin, sitting against a headstone as he sang.

Taehyung had stopped when he heard the singing as well, just watching and listening.

Jin’s voice cracked and wobbled, and he stopped singing.

Just as the butterfly reached him and landed on his knee.

Jin stared at it, then reverently scooped it up.

Taehyung ran to Jin the moment you let go of his hand. “Hyung!”

Jin looked up, but didn’t move until Taehyung was just about to fall onto and crush the butterfly.

You walked over as Taehyung bear-hugged Jin and kept telling him not to cry, studying the tombstones and memorials from the dryads.

And you sang, because that was the only thing you knew for certain. Singing was the only way to feel like you belonged there, among all of the death.

There had been too much death.

When would this war end?

You sat on the ground in front of the two boys while you sang, looking to the sky to see how long you had until dark.

You sang of misunderstandings, of the worry that all of you had felt over Jin being missing, and of soulmates still not joined. Of lurking darkness.

“Y/n,” Jin said, grabbing your shoulders. “Come on. We’re leaving. Come on.”

You blinked, nodding, but you couldn’t stop singing. It would be too much if you stopped singing.

They rushed you out of the cemetery, through the trees and back to the road.

Taehyung looked nauseous when you were finally able to stop singing, the pressure in your chest gone. “You’re not allowed in cemeteries, got it.”

Jin gently stroked your hair. “What are you two doing here, anyway?”

“We’ve been looking for you,” Taehyung answered, the ‘duh’ in his tone easily palpable.

Jin’s brow wrinkled.

“Everyone’s been so worried about you,” You whispered. “Jungkook especially. He really wants to talk to you.”

Jin looked even more sad.

Taehyung was frowning in frustration. “What happened, hyung?”

“He didn’t want me,” Jin whispered.

“Yes he did,” You refuted. “He got overwhelmed. It happens, and you really need to let him explain. Please, Seokjinnie. Come home. Taehyung can come with us.”

Taehyung looked at you in surprise. “Uh...what?”

“I know you lied, you told me you lied. Jin, he still doesn’t know,” You whispered.

Jin held your gaze and nodded slowly. “He doesn’t. You’re right. We should fix that.”

“We should.”

Jin tugged Taehyung closer. “Please come with us?”

Taehyung looked Jin over, then glanced at you. “I don’t understand….”

When he looked back at Jin, Jin kissed him.

You studied the surprised stiffness in Taehyung, then the way he melted into Jin with a soft sound. You had to bring them both home. You had to bring your soulmates together.

Jin pulled away. “Come home, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung nodded, but you doubted he even knew he was doing that.

Yoongi was waiting outside, walking the perimeter of the yard as though restless. But the moment he heard the three of you, he turned and walked hurriedly toward all of you.

“Where are the others?” You asked, intervening before Yoongi could snarl out his worries because he looked ready to snarl at Jin and you didn’t want that.

Yoongi breathed deeply for a few seconds. “They’re inside. I told them I’d wait outside for you and to make sure there would be food ready when Seokjin-hyung returned.”

You nodded. “Okay. Why don’t we go in?”

Yoongi’s gaze locked on a nervous looking Taehyung. “This…?”

“Yes, now let’s go inside.”

Yoongi nodded, but instead of moving toward the house, he moved toward Jin. He stared at him for a long time, and then sort of dropped his head against Jin’s shoulder. “Don’t scare us like that.”

Jin nodded, sort of patting Yoongi’s back. “Let’s go inside. Y/n said I need to talk to Jungkook.”

The moment the door opened, the smells of various delicious dishes rolled out in waves.

Namjoon was just inside the door and he almost tackled Jin. “Why do you do this to me?!”

Jin hugged Namjoon back, but was looking past him with a hungry look. “Who’s cooking?”

“No one, Jungkook used his magic.”

Jin’s eyes widened slightly.

You grabbed Taehyung’s hand as the boy shrunk back a bit. “Come on. Let’s eat. Then talk. Talking is better when your stomach is full. Or so I’m told.”

Jungkook was waiting by the table, eyes wide and hopeful, but also regretful as he spotted Jin. “Hyung—”

“We’ll talk after we’re not hungry,” Yoongi cut in. “And I doubt hyung has eaten since he left so he’s likely very hungry. Let him eat.”

Jungkook hesitated and then nodded, moving so everyone could take a seat, but staring at Taehyung.

“Taehyung, that’s Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi,” You quickly glanced over everyone’s names. “Now sit and eat with us. They are fond of eating.”

“You’re not?” He asked carefully, and you saw the way Jimin and Hoseok looked up in surprise and then looked at each other at hearing his voice.

You shrugged. “It’s not essential for me. Get another glass for Taehyung?” You placed your plate and utensils in front of Taehyung, but you were thirsty. Actually, you felt parched.

But the drink you were craving was not water.

Hoseok was carrying the conversation, with Jimin contributing quite a bit and Namjoon commenting now and then.

Jin was definitely focused on eating, but that wasn’t surprising.

Taehyung’s eating habits were adorable, and you kind of wanted to pinch his cheeks while also giving him more food because he just seemed so...innocent and feedable.

But he was also enraptured by the conversation, soon joining in as his plate emptied.

Jimin was eating better too, which made your heart a little lighter.

Jin was putting pieces of meat on Jungkook’s plate before taking a second piece for himself and Jungkook was dutifully eating it, looking up at Jin every now and then with what you could only attribute as adoration or something similar.

Yoongi only spoke when Jin and Jungkook left together. “Stay put. Namjoon, let them talk it out without eavesdropping. Taehyung-ah, would you like some more pasta?”

Taehyung nodded.

You went to the kitchen as the boys continued eating, grabbing the herbs you needed and tucking them into the pocket in your skirt. “I’m going to go and bathe for a bit. Maybe we could watch a movie tonight? If those two work things out?”

Namjoon nodded quickly. “I’ll set everything up.”

“I’ll make popcorn,” Yoongi offered.

Taehyung just looked slightly terrified of you leaving him alone with them.

You went over and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe here, you know. And Jin will want you to be here when he’s done talking to Jungkook. It’s like a sleepover. They don’t bite. Well, Yoongi might when he’s a cat, but the others don’t.”

Yoongi huffed. “I only bite people who deserve it.”

“You bit me earlier!”

“You deserved it.”

You waited for Taehyung to nod before you headed for the basement.

You had an elixir to make.

“Don’t let me disturb you,” Jin called. “Just wanted to talk.”

You turned a bit, noting that he wasn’t in the room with you. “About?”

“I don’t know. I just...anything.” You heard him moving a chair.

“I’m not a fan of talking through walls or doors. You never know what Namjoon might overhear.”

“He can’t hear the basement.”

“Really?” You paused.

“It was one of the preventative measures put in place before you came. He was never strongly tied to the basement anyway. He can only sense when I jump on the stairs or if we were to break a window, or damage the foundation. Once we hit the stone floor, nothing.”

“So that he wouldn’t be harmed by my singing.”

“Well….”

“I understand. It’s fine. You and Jungkook work everything out?”

“Yeah. We’re good. Made up. He’s staying with me tonight.”

“Good. But what about Taehyung?”

“I was hoping you would convince him to stay.”

You smiled. “Oh, were you?”

“You’re very convincing. The boys are doing a good job of making him feel welcome, but you’re the cincher. You’re the tie that binds us together.”

You smiled and added the last ingredient to your magic elixir.

“I didn’t know Xana’s couldn’t be around death.”

“I didn’t know, either,” You answered, shivering a little at the memory. You poured the elixir into the gold gilt chalice.

“Good to know though.”

“Back to Taehyung, how do you suggest I convince him to stay?”

“I don’t know. You’re the expert.”

“I’m an expert? How so?”

“You’ve driven all of us mad at some point recently. Just follow your instincts. Wear one of those dresses.”

You grinned, fighting a giggle as you pulled a new dress from the water. Very alluring silk and lace nightgown, with a lace robe. Not too revealing. Classy.

Jin stood up and studied you, then stared at the chalice. “What is that?”

You offered it to him. “It is a gift.”

“And...you want to give it to me?”

“It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart,” You quoted softly.

He gently placed his hands around the chalice, fingers over your own. “But...me?”

“You are the first, my first soulbond, it is only fitting that you drink ius caritate first,” You murmured, eyes following the chalice as he gently lifted it, keeping your hands on it under his. Watched as it reached his lips and he drank it, hesitantly at first, then calmly.

Watched his face as the chalice lowered from his lips, which turned upward into a smile, and his whole being seemed to glow and shine.

The chalice dissolved, just leaving your hands in his.

Then his lips were brushing yours lightly. “Thank you, y/n. I understand now.”

You smiled and let him pull you to his chest, drinking in his presence for just a few moments before he walked with you upstairs.

Yoongi was sprawled out on Jimin’s lap in cat form, fast asleep and purring.

Hoseok was playing with Jungkook’s hair, while the djinn looked ready to fall asleep.

Taehyung was in the middle of it all, looking surprisingly comfortable and talking casually with Namjoon.

Namjoon trailed off as he saw you, eyes widening.

Taehyung followed his gaze, and his jaw dropped.

Jungkook was very much awake.

Jimin eyes were raking over you.

Hoseok was gripping Jungkook’s hair.

Yoongi stayed asleep, even as Jimin set him down and came over to you, followed quickly by the others.

“Maybe we should do the movie in the morning,” You said softly, knowing they could all hear you. “Taehyung, would you like to stay the night?”

Jin was wrapping his arms around Jungkook.

Taehyung stared at you, then gulped, nodding once.

You mirrored the nod. “Come, I’ll show you a room.”

His gaze slowly drifted down to your offered hand, and he hesitantly took it.

You drew him upstairs, noting that the others weren’t following.

“There’s something going on here,” Taehyung said softly.

“There is,” You agreed.

“What is it?” He asked with slightly more insistence, but still leaning into the hand that you brushed his cheek with.

You let the lace robe slide down your shoulders, turning and revealing your soulmark to him. “You are the green.”

His long, beautiful fingers reached out and traced the outline of the mark in a featherlight touch that sent shivers all throughout your body. “Soulmates. You and them and...me...Jin-hyung?”

You nodded. “He’s the pink.”

“That one is so pretty,” He murmured, touching it. It had a sort of water-color, realistic look to it now.

“I’ve bonded with him the most. It’s all been going so fast,” You whispered, looking up at his face. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d had some xana in him at some point, he was so handsome. Ethereal.

Taehyung was chewing on his lip now. “And I’m one of you. One of your soulmates.”

“You are. It’s okay if you’re not ready, we’re all still trying to get comfortable with one another. I really was going to show you to a room you could stay in.”

He nodded. “I believe you. I wouldn’t have minded though….”

“Good to know,” You murmured. “Do you want your own room?”

He nodded again, a little more quickly. “Just...until I know everyone a little better.”

You nodded. “Whatever you need, Taehyung.” You turned slowly and led the way to the door of a room you knew wasn’t taken. “This one is empty. It’s yours.”

He opened the door and blinked as he looked inside. “I swear the bed just made itself.”

“There is a house haltija, a djinn, and a fairy here. Probably clean bedding.” You walked in to check and nodded. “Just a quick clean. Don’t worry. Namjoon has a strict privacy policy.”

Taehyung nodded.

“I’ll let you rest. There are probably some spare clothes in the dresser now. Make yourself at home,” You told him, smiling and leaving him to get comfortable while humming a tune.

Namjoon was in your room, and he looked up hesitantly as you came in.

You just smiled at him and went around to your side of the bed. “Staying with me tonight, handsome?”

He nodded. “If that’s okay?”

“It is.” You let the robe slip down and climbed into the bed. “The magic waters decided not to give me anything warm. I was hoping that meant someone would be here with me.”

Namjoon quickly joined you. “Yoongi was hoping he could stay with you, too.”

“He doesn’t usually ask,” You whispered, smiling.

“He knew I was going to. Wanted to make sure we were both okay with him coming.”

“I’m okay with it if you are,” You told him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could get spoiled having so many lips to kiss around you.

Namjoon nodded slightly, then kissed you, a little more firm. A little more passionate.

You didn’t hear the door, or Yoongi walking through the room, but soon he was sliding into the bed behind you, arms around you and squeezing gently.

Namjoon let you come up for air, kissing down your neck before finding a spot that made your toes curl happily and sticking there.

Yoongi sighed. “So pretty.” And he kissed your cheek next to your ear. “Our pretty y/n.”

You smiled a bit as he yawned, leaning back against his chest and feeling his sleepy energy sort of seep into you as well. It’d been a long day.

Namjoon seemed to have found the spot he wanted to stay in to sleep as well.

You closed your eyes with a happy sigh.

You had all seven of your soulmates home and safe.

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May we meet again - Thorin Oakenshield

Requested by: @iwazoomingouttahere​

Sorry for requesting a lot haha,, your just one of my favorite writers! Could I have a Thorin x reader where she drowns in the barrel escape, and it’s all sad but Mahal sends her back? I need me some angst to start 2021

I changed it a little bit ‘cause I felt it fit better. It’s a real bitter sweet thing which I think you’ll like. 

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death. Character(s) death. Mentions of violence. Mentions of drowning. Descriptive death. Fluff. 

Words: 2,509

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (x wife!reader). Thorin’s Company x Reader (platonic)

(A/N: Everything in bold italics are in Khuzdul and those in bold italics encased in brackets are the translations.)

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The cells that held you and the rest of the company felt oddly small, which is quite ironic for they were made by such taller beings. You looked towards the dwarves in the cells opposite your own as you worried on how you were to escape, even more so for the dwarf you called your One, your husband.

Thorin was up in the throne room talking to none other than king Thranduil, ruler of the woodland realm. By talking, you obviously knew that it was more like insulting each other to the end of their wits. Your husband was a stubborn dwarf, no one need tell you that he would take up on any offer or bargaining that is presented to him.

You sigh and shake your head as you allow your hands to fall from their hold against the metallic bars of the door to your side, stepping back further into the cell before sitting atop the stone bench that were lining the right wall of the small space.

Just as you closed your eyes to refrain from losing your calm exterior, you heard the light footsteps of what you were presumed to be elven guards accompanied by a heavier set. You perked up and looked towards the door of the cell, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of your One.

Your hand subconsciously raised to run your fingers over your courting and marriage braids, both adorning special, hand-crafted beads to clasp them. The others became rowdy as Thorin being escorted came into sight. They hastily threw him into a cell, yours to be exactly, quite harshly too. You ran towards your husband, cupping his bearded cheeks between your smaller, frail hands.

“Are you alright, amrâlimê?” You asked, the concern evident within your tone and worry clear as day within your orbs. (My love).

He gave you the sweetest of smiles, no matter how aggravated he could feel, as soon as his gaze is set upon you, he softens just that tiniest amount. “I am fine, khajimel.” (Gift of all Gifts).

You stared deep into the others’ eyes, savouring the sweet moment between your soulmate. The moment was soon broken by Balin who spoke from the cell beside your own. “Did he offer you a deal?”

You looked at your husband, already knowing that he had turned such thing away. “He did. I told him he could go ishkh khakfe andu null. Him and all his kin!” You shook your head, Balin sighed and the others remained relatively silent. ( Pour excrement on your head).

“Well, that’s that then. The deal was our only hope.” The tone in Balins’ voice was solemn.

Thorin stepped away from you and towards the cell door, grasping the bars himself as he looked upwards. “It’s not our only hope.” You just knew, your husband spoke of the halfling with big, fuzzy feet.

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“Everyone, climb into the barrels, quickly!” Bilbo pointed towards the mountain of barrels stacked upon one another. The dwarves were quick to protest, muttering about the obscenity of the idea. Bilbo looked towards frustration, pleading for his assistance and for him to trust what he is doing.

“Do as he says!” The command had the dwarves and yourself quickly climb into the empty wine holders, you sharing one with Thorin due to the company outnumbering the amount of barrels available.

Bofur sticks his head out from inside the barrel, quickly looking towards the hobbit who stood beside a level that protruded from the floor which you had only now noticed. “What do we do now?”

“Hold your breath,” Bilbo answered simply.

“Hold my breath? What do you mean?”

Before Bofur got any form of an answer, Bilbo pulled the level, using his weight for leverage. The floorboards in the cellar opened and soon dropped all the barrels and the dwarves inside into the flowing water below.

Bilbo soon joined the others, grasping on to the side of a barrel for dear life, the poor thing. You peered over Thorins’ shoulder, his arms encasing your body and holding you close to his own. “Well done, Master Baggins!”

The hobbit waved his hand as if dismissing your husband’s words, causing you chuckle ever so softly. Thorins’ lips upturns to a small smile directed towards you before facing the company. “Go, come on let’s go!”

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You looked back towards your younger nephew with worry. If the filthy orc that had shot him didn’t get taken down by another, it would have surely felt your rath for hurting him. You could tell the poisonous arrowhead were already taking its toll on the young prince, you needed no medical knowledge to know of that.

As concerned as you were for Kílís’, yourself and the others well-being, you struggled to keep a watchful eye on the lot as Thorin continuous pushed you below the rim of the barrel, hoping to protect you from the scattered rain of arrows. As much as he felt he were protecting you, he was unfortunately doing more harm than nought.

The rapids of the vast river filled up the barrel, causing you to be submerged beneath the water the barrel held. Breathing became a struggling, a fight you were losing quickly. The pressure that built up within your head was a pain you truly never felt before. Your lungs ached and burned, begging for oxygen. Oxygen that was not entering your body anytime soon.

Your vision became spotted, getting darker and darker as your life slipped away from you. Your body thrashed as it struggled to provide what it so desperately needed, although you doubt Thorin noticed, the violent rocking of the barrel and with his focus on fighting off your enemies.

Water filled your lungs and nothing more. Your body thrashed violently until it came eerily still with the occasional spasm. The last thought to run through your mind was your husband, who was fighting so gallantly, and how much you loved him.

Your days with Thorin have come to an end, you were never to see Erebor reclaimed. All you could do now as your body left your soul and joined Mahal in the halls of the fallen was hope to see Thorin in Mahals kingdom when his time came.

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The barrels washed upon the rocky riverbank and the company exited the confined wine barrels. All dwarves panted for breath as they sat, stood and laid across the rocky floor, the hobbit too. As soon as Thorin climbed out of the barrel you and he rode down in the river together, he turned, offering his hand to help you climb out.

But you did not except his offer. His eyebrows furrowed once he noticed that your eyes were closed. “Y/N?” You did not reply, you were unresponsive to your husband. “Amrâlimê?” He spoke again, louder than previous. The others attention were now also drawn over towards their leader and his One. Thorin grew concerned and dragged you heavy, limp, lifeless body from out of the barrel and laid you down atop the rocks with such ease and carefulness. (My love).

He gave your shoulder a hearty shake as he spoke your name once more. Nothing. Tears built up in his eyes as realisation dawned upon him. “No. no, no, no, no, no!” He shook his head as he grabbed your body and clutched at you, pulling you into him, cradling your corpse.

His body became wracked with sobs, tears streamed down his face and falling into his beard. A deep, resonating yell of anguish tore through the silence of the company and the land that surrounds them, drowning out the noise of the river.

They all lowered their heads, some softly sniffling as the loss of you had dawned on them too, Bofur had even removed hit hat and lowered it down against his chest out of respect. Another thing you never got to live to witness. A Bofur without his silly hat.

They all stood and stared in silence as Thorin continued to cradle your body as he sobbed and sobbed, continuingly pressing kisses upon your icy cold forehead, as if he felt he did it enough, Mahal would bring you back, back to him. 10 minutes passed, but Thorin refused to let your body go.

Balin sighed sadly, unshed tears blurring his sight ever so slightly. He walked up towards where Thorin sat with his arms around you and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder, even if he knew it would do little to comfort him. “I’m sorry Thorin, but we must go. Do not let her unfortunate departure be in vain. She would want you to continue and to take back our home for our people.”

Thorin wanted to refuse, deny so badly but he knew his friend was right. He knew he must continue for you. It took Thorin another minute before nodding his head in the smallest of movements. “Okay…” His voice was hoarse and silent, the voice of a man who truly felt broken.

He pressed a final kiss to your cold, frozen lips as a tear rolled down his cheek. “Men lananubukhs me, gimlelul. May we meet again.” He lowered your body from his grasp and on to the cold, rocky floor. He stood and faced the company, with a saddened but determined look burning behind his eyes. “Let us reclaim our home. If not for us, then for her.” (I love you, my brightest star).

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Thorin watched as Azog fell into the freezing water below through the broken ice. Azogs body drifts below the ice, Thorin watching his fallen foe intently. Or so he thought. Azogs eyes shot open and Thorin felt a sharp, shooting, throbbing pain erupt from his foot, eliciting a pained scream from the dwarf.

The pale orc bursts through the thick ice and pins Thorin against the ice. He grunts as Azog towers over his body, willing himself to keep Azogs’ blade from impaling him. The defiler has a smirk etched across his scarred face as he applies more pressure down on to Thorins already weakened arms.

He takes a final deep breath as he slides his blade from underneath the orcs, allowing the blade to be buried deep into his torso. But alas, Thorin doesn’t lay there to die as the orc intended. Thorin brings his sword up with as much strength and force his weak, dying body could muster and rams it through Azogs armour and into his chest.

The role is quickly reversed, Thorin now atop of Azog. He forces the blade down with all his might and soon the sword pierces right through the filth below and into the ice. Azogs pale eyes are wide as he looks up towards Thorin, the one who has ended his life. He takes his last few shallow breaths before his head falls back against the ice, body now heavy and lifeless.

Thorin rolled of his body and breathed in heavily himself before stumbling to a stand on his weak and wobbly knees. He staggers over towards the edge of the waterfall to watch the battle rage on down below for a moment before collapsing.

The now conscious Bilbo comes to his side in the hopes of aiding his friend. He looks down at Thorin as he kneels on his left. Thorin notices the hobbit by his side, grateful he would not die alone. “Bilbo.”

“No, don’t look. Don’t move. Lie still.” Bilbos’ eyes drift towards Throins’ wound, witnessing the blood slowly but surely pouring out. “Oh.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I wish to part from you in friendship.” Bilbo shushes the rightful king under the mountain as he speaks kind words to the halfling.

“No, you are not going anywhere, Thorin, you’re going to live.” Bilbo pleaded, he spoke as if to convince not just Thorin, but himself. Few more words were spoken between the two before Thorin gave his final monolog towards his friend who sits beside him.

“Farewell, Master Burgular. Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place.” His words slowly became choked out as his pain became unbearable. “I believe…I have someone waiting for me…”

Thorin took his final breath, his soul finally fading away from his body, his eyes become dull, evidence for the life that has been lost. Thorin Oakenshield was dead. As Bilbo pleaded and begged as he wept over his body, Thorin welcomed death and the light that came with it. He was to be reunited with you, his One, at last.

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“Thorin!”

He heard the sweet, angelic voice of his wife behind him, a smile was instantly brought to his face. He turned and there you were, wearing the purest of white, beaming towards him. Thorin ran as fast as his legs could carry him down the long, brightly lit hall and scooped you up into his embrace, his hold tight.

“Now, explain why you dare to join me so soon, melhekhul?” (My king).

Thorin chuckled, his chest vibrating from the deep, low sound. “Bunnanunê, it was time for me to join you in the kingdom of Mahal. I also believe I could not live, not truly, not happily, without you.” (My tiny treasure).

You shook your head with a small smile upon your lips and adoration in your (E/C) orbs. “I don’t know whether to be happy or not that you are here with me. I was certainly not pleased with the arrival of Fílí and Kílí.”

Thorin leaned back to look at your face in bewilderment before he cast his gaze over past your shoulder. Low and behold, there he saw both of his nephews stood side by side with small smiled upon their own faces.

His eyes travelled back to you and in one swift motion, he cupped your cheek with one hand and settle his other on the small of your back as he presses you into him and kisses you deeply. You sigh in contentment as you return the kiss just as fervently, your arms coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.

All too soon you parted, eyes still closed as you both lean your foreheads against one another. “I am sorry I could not make you proud.”

You chuckled softly and his eyes shot open to look at you. “You have done nothing but make me proud, same as Fílí and Kílí, same as the rest of the company who have fought for their home. I am sad to see you here so soon with me but glad you are here with me none the less.”

“Men lananubukhs me.”

“Men lananubukhs me.” (I love you).

You and Thorin smiled at each other and shared a kiss once more before turning, hands interlocked and fingers intertwined, walking towards the young princes that had died all too soon for your liking. But, you knew, you were reunited with your family and you would never be separated again.

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I changed it from the request because I feel like I couldn’t write something good enough for the reader to basically be resurrected

This felt like a better fit personally as it’s a bitter sweet ending (plus, the requester did technically ask for angst lmao)

I’m really sorry if this doesn’t fit in well enough to what you wanted but like I said, this felt like a better fit and I know if I tried bringing the reader back to life, it would have seemed half arse

I really hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomes and greatly appreciated :D

[samswinchesters]

bruhl anon: the requirement for cosplaying a character is they have to itch my brain. maybe a little kinning here. pink will get me. sometimes purple. cosplaying Adrian is because he’s not real so i can’t date him. i would love a nerdy white boy who hates racists. i could go anywhere and find a guy who looks like him but unfortunately they don’t come without racism. also yeah the adrian x reader fics are horny and i’m here for it. my friend convinced me to cosplay rick flag because she wants a DC group again and i’m not up to date on the DCU rn but i’m working on it now that there’s content i like. friendship ended with marvel (after moon knight cause i love him and oscar has me in a chokehold). she tried reminding me i’ve seen a suicide squad animated movie (it was like 3 years ago which is also the last time I watched Aquaman and I can’t remember the plot of Aquaman either) and she’s like “yes you have because you commented on rick flags ass” and like i have no memory of this but i know i do look at men when they are all caked up. and rick flag in The Suicide Squad (2021) is cheeked up and i was definitely looking so it checks out. she’s gonna find a screenshot from that to jog my memory. she’s sending ass pics of rick flag for me. and like back to the bruhl look alike: it’s a shame he was respectful i do not mind people looking (especially those mandalorians they could’ve hit me up though if they were looking) i have body image issues and could live with a few comments or stares from certain people about my chest.

"he’s not real so i can’t date him" UNTRUE you can date him inside your mind and it's just as real <33 you're at the counter scratching your neck asking "ermmm, can i get him but without the racism??" SCREAM. another character everyone is surprisingly horny for like what are they putting in these dcu men........marvel wants this level of pull oh my gosh they really wish they had better casting directors. love a caked up man love something to hold when times get tough y'know?? AJSKDASJKLDSA you want him to look at you carnally when in fact he is blushing saurr hard seeing your pics. kinda cute though love the respectability <33 it's funny because SOMETIMES compliments about appearances is such a good boost like idc if it inflates the ego it feels GOOD and i'm tired of saying it doesn't!!

[deliahscrush2003]

For the OC ASK Game:

Hogwarts House of your OCs? 👀

Thanks for dropping by to leave another asks 💕 you're super sweet! I'm only going to do four of my OCs, so if anyone wants to find out about the rest, please let me know!

Hogwarts Houses

Vanessa O'Connor (Teen Wolf)

I actually asked my readers this question at the end of Breathe for Me, and they all agreed that Nessa was, above all, a Slytherin.

She is not above going behind her friends backs to do what she thinks is the right thing.

She has schemes on top of schemes on top of more schemes. She is always scheming. She is not afraid to bluff around with werewolves.

She values fraternity, one of Slytherin's core but arguably more underrated traits. There is nothing she wouldn't do for her friends and she always has their back and interest at heart.

However, she also shares the Ravenclaw value of wisdom, believing whole heartedly that knowledge is power. Those that seek it oft find themselves in the house of the raven.

Serina Seda (Star Wars)

Serina is a mediator. Her goals when it comes to conflict are to ensure that there is respect and understanding in both sides.

She is hardworking and holds selflessness within herself and others in great esteem, and struggles with personal desires and wants. She is usually the picture of patience, especially in comparison to her more impulsive and ferocious counterpart, Ahsoka Tano.

However, as the war progresses, the badger's predatory instincts awaken.

Make no mistake of her peaceful nature - Serina is not above displaying ruthlessness is battle. She will take the high ground to fight for her cause. She will match her opponents for everything they have - she views it as a sign of respect for battling such an adversary.

She is much a Hufflepuff because of her inclusive and open-minded nature. Her friendliness and wellness cannot help but extend to those casted out by others, even reaching so far as the dark side of the Force.

Louise "Lou" Hammond (X-Men)

The first thing that Lou Hammond did when she fell through Blooper's portal and arrived in the year 1960 was learn everything she could about the world she now lived in. History became her most focused subject, something she came to excel in.

Her reading and writing range was not as rounded as others her age - spending most of your childhood on the run did not give her time to get much of an education - but she tried to sharpen her mind however she could. She collected old books on her travels and practiced her reading and writing with blunt and sometimes half empty writing tools she could find in her travels.

She valued maintaining her skills as well as maintaining her survival through the years, which helped in aiding herself and other street rat mutant children in blending in with humans, back before the Sentinel program grew to the extent it did when she left the year 2021.

She evaded questions with her charm and wit, eventually surpassing the rest of her peers by the time she graduated (two years after coming through Blooper's portal). She was given a scholarship for her academic achievements and was entering her freshman year in University when she met Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, who looked remarkably younger from when she has seen them last.

Still, knowledge was power and she was able to offer up both her telekinetic abilities and her skills of deduction to the X-Men's cause, all the while keeping the true source of her knowledge close to her chest.

Kindred Blanche (Fairy Tail)

I've talked about Kindred's heart of gold but let me put it into perspective. What you call a god complex, Kindred sees as fighting for people's second chances. To become something or someone different than what destiny and past traumas forced them into.

She is the older sister type, not only to her natural born kin but also to every stray that she sees on the side of the road. No kid should be left behind and so she's the one who picks them, takes them home, settles them in a room and takes care of them.

Kindred may look and act fearless but it is only because someone needs to stand strong in the face of evil. Her legs might shake and her voice might break every now and then, but the true sign of a Gryffindor is that they persevere.

Kindred's the type who will extend a hand out to her enemies after a fight. She will visit them in the infirmary and apologize for going to strong. She backs up her words with her actions, and always follows through on her promises.

She has a lot of nerve for someone so young, asking so much of people but she always gives back. Her loyalty, and the loyalty of her Guild, is easily won by gestures of almost stupid-levels of bravery but it is a loyalty that is worth more than entire kingdoms could conjure.

[psychedelic-ink]

same Michael Kinsella anon here, could u also do smut prompt #7: “ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.” for michael kinsella x fem!reader as well, please?

maybe, there's somewhat of an age gap and he's close family friend.

thank u! 💜💜💜

little talks.

pairing: dbf!michael kinsella x fem!reader

word count: 835

warnings: smut, minors dni, age gap but nothing serious, creampie, vaginal s.ex, mentions of alcohol, dirty talking

☕️ drabble weekend (closed) ☕️

You can barely hear the murmurs and music coming from the living room. You had escaped to your bedroom, slightly drunk and flustered from being near Micheal all night. Every look, every touch, his mere presence made your body burn. It was too overwhelming, too much for you to keep locked in. You feel like a fool to think that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t show up tonight. But of course he would. It was your parents' anniversary, he was your dad’s best friend. Of course he would come. You pace around in your room, a hand on top of your heart as you try to calm yourself. The party would end soon. He would go home. 

A knock on the door echoes. 

You hold your breath. 

Another knock. 

Swallowing, you head to the door and slowly open it, you can’t help the whimper that leaves you when you see Micheal. He smiles at you and your heart flutters. 

“I’m about to leave, love. Wanted to bid you a good night,” 

“Ah,” why are you disappointed? “Good night, Micheal. See you around,” 

He tilts his head, concern written all over his face. 

“Are you alright? You seemed…odd today,” 

“I’m fine.” you sound a bit harsher than you intended. “Just– I’ll see you later, alright?” 

Silence follows and you make a move to close the door, he grabs the knob and pushes it open. 

“May I come inside?” 

He phrases it as a question but you know it isn’t. You move out of the way and he enters, turning to you immediately when you close the door. 

“Did I do something?” he asks, you’re taken aback how hurt he sounds. “I’m sorry if I did. I’ve been…my mind has been hectic,” 

“Micheal I promise you it doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just…nevermind.” 

“No, tell me,” 

His voice is stern, angry almost. Micheal backs you up to the door, your back flushed against the wood. Your heart beats in your throat, body burning once more as his eyes bore into yours. Chest heaving, you attempt to look away but his hand comes up to your chin and holds you in place. Micheal licks his lips, your eyes watching intently at the way he wets them. Without even thinking you mimic the movement. 

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you,” 

“Why not?” 

You feel suffocated. His mouth traces the underside of your jaw, slightly tilting your head up as his lips travel down to your neck. Michael feels your heartbeat against his lips, your legs almost give out, hands balled into fists as you bite back moans. 

“Because I don’t know how much longer I can contain myself around you. Your very being…it tempts me.” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. 

“I feel the same– So why fight it?” 

Your world shifts around you and suddenly you’re thrown over the bed, Michael quickly takes his rightful place between your legs. He pushes up your skirt, sliding your panties to the side with one hand as he pulls out his cock with the other. He drags his thumb between your folds and feels how wet you are for him, a growl trembles within his chest. 

He quickly covers your mouth with his his when he thrusts in, despite muffled, your moan still echoes inside of the room. Micheal’s much bigger than you imagined, he fills you up perfectly, stretching your needy cunt in a way that makes your eyes roll back. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, neither of you have the time to wait. His thrusts are quick, hard, deep. Your tongue moves along the inside of his palm, nostrils flaring as you try not to let out too much noise. 

“‘Bet that feels good,” he rasps, cock pounding into you. “Can’t wait to fuck you when your pa and ma aren’t in the next room– Can’t wait to hear those pretty little noises you make for me,” 

Your cunt throbs at his words, fluttering as it squeezes around his cock. A string of curse words falls from his lips, cock twitching as he fills you to the brim. Micheal’s hand quickly latches onto your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as cum drips out from the sides of his cock and stains the sheets. He has you coming undone in seconds– Your body spasms, back arching as his fingers continue to play with you. Micheal grinds his hips until you come down from the high of your orgasm, when your breath returns to normal he removes his hand and licks your lips. 

“I really should go now,” he whispers. “Before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He stuffs his cock back into his jeans and a needy whine leaves your damp lips.  Micheal smiles at you, chuckling as he grabs the door knob. 

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Would you like that?” 

“Yeah,” you smile back at him, tiredly propping yourself above your elbows. “I would like that, a lot actually.”

[ushijimacentral]

About Me

So as you already know, I'm Meki and I like to write. This page is a little bit of what I'm like I guess.

I am...

19

enfj

black (west-indian american)

vegan since birth (food allergies go brrr)

passionate about the color purple

new to the anime world (started 2021)

struggling to use tumblr

Who I Write For:

fem reader

black y/n (I do gen too)

the simps

Likes

succulents I've killed every one I've ever owned

lilac, lavender, violets

✨ fictional men ✨

sparkling water

talking to people (spam my ask box)

knives out

the dark crystal: age of resistance

faking a french accent

deep cleaning my room

Dislikes

yellow and orange (i just don't look good in it)

spring water

geometry

crickets and grasshoppers

mold

violence

the squeals of oikawa's fangirls

Random Facts About Me:

I've been to Japan and it was amazing so I try to include some details about that

I've been playing the piano for almost 10 years but I still suck at it *sobs*

My favorite manga is spy x family and food wars

I actually have a caffeine intolerance so I can't have things with coffee flavoring in them

I'm also studying Japanese in college so hopefully I'll be able to do translations at some point

I have a very small onigiri addiction

Kins

Inomata Maria - Gakuen Babysitters

Miyamura Izumi - Horimiya

Kaede Azusagawa - Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

Armin Arlert - Attack on Titan

What's Meki Thinking About?

current hobby: stressing my dad out

current obsession: beefy men with kids (nanami kento)

current concern: working over the summer

current vibes: gotham - tokyo's revenge

moodboard by @/noctilucentclouds