saucylittlesmile · 11 months ago
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I only started watching ice dance after the move to the +5 GOE system - can you share what you mean (I know it was tongue in cheek!) by tech used to mean something?
Oh boy, let’s see if I’ve got it in me to give the kind of long and in-depth answer that I used to without getting too sidetracked lol.
To start off, let me say I think that the ISU is very happy with this turn of events - it’s a return to the shady dealings of the 6.0 with the aura of legitimacy of CoP.
Naturally, my expertise mostly comes from the VM era, which was entirely before the +5/-5 era. While the current shenanigans in ice dance cannot be completely attributed to the change in GOE, it is probably the most obvious and egregious component.
The ISU started the process of dumbing down the tech with slowly removing the compulsory dance, lessening the number of difficult steps and turns in some step sequences, reducing the number of lifts, and increasing the number of ‘choreographic’ elements (which have some basic rules and requirements but overall are based on the judge’s decisions as to what they like).
They also reduced the worth of earning a level - not the literal value, as that can change from season to season and does not matter when comparing across competitions, but between teams at the same competition, whose results could be determined by small increments. For example, a level 4 step sequence used to have a base value of 8.00, and a level 3 was a base value of 6.50 - 1.50 points difference. Now (using Worlds 2023), a base value level 4 step sequence is 8.96 and a true level 3 is 8.20 - only 0.76 points!
Not only has that important earned level been reduced in points, it used to be that both members of the team had to achieve a level 4 to get rewarded a level 4. Now, with each skater being evaluated individually, the point differential can be lessened even more if one of them achieves a higher level.
A 1.5 point base value difference between teams used to be a death knell, if they were considered to be teams fairly equal otherwise in a competition. There was simply no way to make up that deficit, and so it was crucial to be achieving the highest level on every element, to be technically impeccable.
Watching the slow motion fall of the technical side of ice dance was difficult. Watching the ISU create the +5/-5 GOE for the sport on the whole, with no regard for how it would affect ice dance, was downright painful.
In theory, singles and pairs can increase their difficulty to achieve a higher score. Of course, they are still at the mercy of what points their element is worth, but they still have the option. Ice dance, on the other hand is limited by levels - no matter how difficult an element is, they cannot increase their scores beyond a level 4. The GOE descriptions do not give extra for ‘hey that was so hard!’. Teams can get the same, or even more points for elements that just barely fulfill the requirements but are pretty and smooth and fast, as teams that stretch the imagination of what can happen while still following the rules, with great feats of strength or balance or flexibility or edges. It really does not make any difference in the points earned. Twizzles do not earn more points if they do a different edge or more revolutions - they simply fulfill level 4 requirements, or they don’t.
Being hemmed in by technical point restrictions and in which even the difference between levels is minimal, means that the judges’ GOE and PCS is almost the sole deciding factor in any event. The judges may have bullet points for the categories as to what is acceptable, but they also have an incredible amount of leeway and face little to no repercussions to hiking up their points for whatever team or country they want, and the +5/-5 GOE makes it achievable.
One of the reasons I answered this now was the results of the GPF 2023. With the understanding that I have not watched the competition and can’t speak to the details, the points speak for themselves. In particular, the top two teams were deemed to have the same technical content in the free dance. But, the sixth place team was also said to have that same technical content. The base value was the same. And yet, on the basis of GOE and PCS, all from the judges, rather than being in contention for a medal, the sixth place team was deemed to be more than 11 points behind silver. Even taking out PCS (which here was significant) there was still 6.34 points between silver and sixth place - that is over six points in GOE alone and rendered their technical accomplishments moot
To give some comparison, look at Skate Canada 2016. VM lost the FD to Chock/Bates, and almost entirely on lost levels. They had identical levels except for one step sequence and their twizzles. Overall, the judges gave the GOE edge to VM - they beat CB in every element for GOE except for one choreographic element in which they tied, and in the twizzles. (They even had higher GOE on their lower level step sequence, though factoring the level and GOE together gave them fewer points.) VM beat CB soundly in PCS (+2 points!). The overall GOE was simply not enough to make up for amount of points they lost by losing those levels.
VM had the advantage in almost every way. And they still lost the FD, because they had a twizzle error, and a single missed edge or turn in one step sequence.
And that is what I mean by tech used to mean something.
tl;dr - the ISU has created an ice dance world in which the Chosen Team will do very well and it doesn’t matter if they can’t skate.
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atzfilm · 8 months ago
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— 『 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐨𝐭8 』 [6] (M)
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— 𝚠𝚘𝚗 • 𝚍𝚎𝚛 • 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, adjective. having someone who serves as a pillar in your life, who offers a sturdy place to lean in times of trouble. somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly and are completely infatuated with.
❝humans were such strange creatures. wretched in their mere existence. none of the eight were ever truly interested in them until they found you. they just find. it strange that despite their status and rank, you'd rather spend time with your lover. that isn't much of a problem, though. one they can fix with ease.❞
〘ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴍʏᴛʜ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴀᴇʀɪᴇꜱ〙(m.list)
— pairing: ot8 x reader, mxm (this chapter); yeosang x reader, wooyoung x reader; 12.7k
— note: this is a yandere fic. sensitive topics such as manipulation, gaslighting, murder, and other topics involved with the genre. please heed the warnings and read this work of fiction while keeping this in mind.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: murder references, manipulation, blood, torture references, dark magic, lying, emotional turmoil, injuries, slight descriptions of gore, worship references (?), smut
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Chapter 6
You've grown to notice that it is never truly cold in the forest around their home. It feels as if it’s a warm bubble, unaffected by outside elements. None of the faeries ever mention it, probably accustomed to the odd temperature. You yourself are not, jacket wrapped around your waist as you walk through the small path Yeosang has taken you on. His clothing is loose, steps gliding along the slow breeze. All of them are quiet when they walk, barely the sound of a leaf crunching beneath their feet. He does not move as fast as San did when you arrived. In fact, there's little space between you, his skin close to brushing against your own.
Since you have known him, he has been indifferent to your presence. Oftentimes mulling in silence whenever you two spent time together, or glued to whatever object was around at the time. Being alone with him didn't happen often – most occasions he'd have San tied to his side, fingers wrapped around his waist, moving where he moved. Or Wooyoung lingering around you. So you're quite surprised he even wants you out here alone with him. You aren't close at all.
“The house could be quite a nuisance,” he says softly, hand sliding in yours as you climb around a protruding rock. Now that you know he can feel what you're thinking, the coincidences of him answering your thoughts aren't so shocking anymore. You expect him to let go once you’ve steadied yourself but he doesn’t, fingers entwined. “Everyone is watching your every move. San unwilling to leave your side for even a breath,” he smiles, slightly toothy grin. “Now you know how I feel.”
“It’s like he’s attached. Each time I leave the room he follows,” you say, and Yeosang snorts, nodding.
“Seonghwa warned him that he is to keep his eye on you. None of us know when you’ll–” he snaps his fingers on his free hand– “Better to be safe than sorry.”
“I’m not going to do anything.” There’s little ground to defend yourself on, but still. You can barely remember what happened then. It was a life or death situation. You doubt it'd happen now. “Just don’t try to kill me or anything.”
“Is that a threat?” he teases, brow raised. “Not to worry. I doubt any of us would do such a thing. We have morals, you know. Even as Unseelie.”
“San was explaining that to me. Between the chaos there is comfort. I can see it when you're around each other. You tease, but you do care. In different ways.”
“We do. Our inane element of chaos is fairly simple. We reign terror on human lives. It has lessened over the years now since humans aren't as inept as before. It takes time for us to ruin their lives,” he glances at you from the side. “You may witness it in person eventually.”
“Just like how you've caused it on mine?” You barely speak above a whisper, but Yeosang catches the irritated murmur, laughing softly as he helps you over a fallen tree. The sound is a bit eerie under these circumstances. You are trapped and he knows it so clearly. His laughter is evident enough of that.
“Precisely. We are almost there, human. Watch your step,” he pulls you closer to him, arm wrapped around your body, fingers light against your waist. Oddly it reminds you of Wooyoung – neither of the two's actions in consideration of the person they bother. In a way you believe that while Wooyoung touches you whenever he likes on purpose, Yeosang fails to realize there is an issue at all. He lets go when you enter the field, gracefully crossing his legs as he rests on the flower petals. You sit next to him with far less elegance, taking in your surroundings.
It is strange to see anything like this in the forest nearest your town. A small waterfall and a body of water sit in front of you, the sound of the liquid splashing filling the night. You pay no mind to how Yeosang watches you, your interest in the natural structures in front of you. A group of deer bend their necks, drinking the freshly cycled water from the pond.
“Hongjoong showed me this place when we first arrived,” Yeosang explains, head resting in his hands. “He told me that I can come whenever I like to clear my mind or hide away. He hasn't shown up here since, I'm sure out of respect for me. If you'd like I can come with you here whenever you need. I thought it would bring you some comfort amongst everything else.”
It does. Your emotions weigh heavy on you. Missing your family, mourning your lost relationship. Hurt sitting inside you with everything that's happened. You haven't gotten the chance to really let that feeling settle because you haven't had time to yourself. Though now you technically still don't, Yeosang doesn't speak. He doesn't interrupt the silence. No, all he does is stretch out his fingers, a book appearing on his palm. He flips through the pages, filling the air between the two of you.
“Thank you.”
The grass beneath you is comforting as you lie back, eyes closed. The sound of a page flipping continues.
“Thanking me is not needed.”
“Where did you take her?”
Yeosang barely looks up from his literature, a sigh escaping from his lips. Perhaps the two of you should have stayed out much longer. “Welcome home.”
“You can't just take her out of the house, Yeosang. We have to keep an eye on her at all times. You can't be alone without any of us near.” Seonghwa's voice is frustrated as he opens the fridge, digging through the drawers. “If she attempts to kill you we're too far away to stop it. You have to think these things through before committing to it.”
“The human isn't going to kill me, hyung,” Yeosang murmurs, frowning as he reads the next line. “Oh what a pity.”
“What?” Seonghwa turns, seeing his mate staring at the book.
Yeosang looks up, pointing to the page, “They died before meeting. They've been waiting years but they both died. It's horrific,” he shakes his head, continuing to flip through. It only gets Seonghwa more frustrated, frown on his lips soon to permanently embed itself in his face.
“You are not listening to me–”
“Oh, but I am listening perfectly, Seonghwa. I just wonder when you will finally let one of us know what's on your mind. And why you continue to lie about her to us,” Yeosang hums. “Maybe then I will give you my full, undivided attention. But for now, since you will likely respond with another lie, I will continue to read.” he looks up from his book, eyes resting on his. It makes the lump in Seonghwa's throat grow. Disappointment. Yeosang isn't like the others in that sense. He's hidden with his emotions, only letting his frustration or irritation through individual talks. Never letting another person around hear it. So now, even though they are both alone at the moment, it hurts Seonghwa to see that even with this privacy, Yeosang does not let his true feelings slip out. His hurt must be larger than he can comprehend.
It's not like Seonghwa doesn't want to say it. But solidifying his suspicions without being one hundred percent sure would only be useless. Turn them in a direction that they don't need to be in right now. They should be focused on the growing threat of Seelie entering their land, not you. You would just be a distraction between it all if you are human. And if Seonghwa is right about what you really are, then you're an asset to their team. If his spark all can fall under your charms without much effort, the Seelie are sure to fall for it. And they could finally subdue them once and for all. The only glaring problem with his plan, that is, is if you turn on them. It is the main reason why he dislikes whenever you’re left alone with just one.
“It is for a reason, Yeosang.” Seonghwa holds the tangerine in his hand, slowly peeling off the skin. “I hope you can understand.”
“We don't hide things from one another,” Yeosang says, writing into the pages of his novel. “So if you expect sympathy from me you've gone to the wrong mate. Perhaps Hongjoong, or Jongho will give you what you desire.” His brows furrow, frustration etching itself into his skin. “Now you can go. I'm getting distracted.”
Seonghwa places a tangerine in front of Yeosang's folded legs, leaving the room altogether. Once he is gone, Yeosang grabs the fruit. He stares at it, thumb running along the surface. It pierces the skin, juices sliding down his skin, spilling onto the book that rests in his lap. He sighs in frustration, tossing the fruit into the sink several meters away.
“Everything would be solved if she were dead,” he murmurs.
“Three.”
“Nope.”
“Less than that?”
“Much less.”
“It can't just be me, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung grins, palm holding up his head as he looks up at you. “It's surprising, no? But it's true. All I've ever wanted, no, desired, was other faeries or creatures beyond your comprehension. Humans are only playthings to me. Meals at the end of the day. Nothing more.”
The thought makes your stomach want to fold in on itself. “You're joking?”
“Unfortunately no,” he sighs, letting his head flop down to your sheets. “Your scent is all consuming, solaris. No other human has affected me in such a way. And it wouldn't make sense to have a human partner when all I'd do is just kill them in the end.” His eyes shift to you. “I wouldn't do that to you though, I like you too much.”
“How wonderful,” Sarcasm drips from your words as he laughs. Easily speaking of killing humans, as if he's talking about playing a game. Some things you'll never get used to when hanging out with Unseelie. Their lack of care for living still makes you feel queasy. Your one murder haunts you every night, but he, no, they, thrive in it. You just cannot imagine it.
“You've overstayed your welcome,” Yeosang stands on the outside of the door, arms crossed against his chest. He nods at you, expression surprisingly warm. Since that night, Yeosang often spent time with you. He hasn't said much, as usual, but he sought you out for quiet. Wooyoung being here right now is likely the opposite of what he wants.
Wooyoung's head rolls to the side, eyes narrowing at his mate. “You bother her too much. Give solaris some space.”
“You're in her room every night,” Yeosang deadpans.
“Yes, and? She enjoys me around her, I liven up the place! Don't you enjoy me?” His pout matches the whiny tone of his voice. In the beginning it was mildly irritating, but you do enjoy it now. Not that you'd admit it to him. He'd never leave your side at that rate.
“No.”
“Solaris!” He whines, tucking himself further into your sheets. It would be humorous if it weren’t for the look Yeosang gives him.
“Leave,” Yeosang says, his voice firmer now. “Mingi and San need you.”
“On a scale of not needed at all to they're currently dying, where does the need of my presence fall–”
“Go, now.”
Mingi. You haven't seen him in a while, assuming that he was on a mission. Knowing that he's around makes you wonder a bit. He hasn't greeted you since you've arrived again. Was he afraid of seeing you? No, that couldn't be. You were afraid of him, not the other way around.
Wooyoung painfully drags himself off your sheets, sending you a quick look before moving past Yeosang. His hand reaches out and grips Wooyoung’s bicep, their eyes meeting. They often communicate without speaking, gazes flicking over one another’s before Wooyoung leaves down the hall. Yeosang turns to look at you, exhaustion easily lining his gaze. Still you envy their connection, unlike anything you’d ever experience yourself. You wouldn’t want to become an Unseelie, but their devotion to each other is formidable. If only your kind were the same. Perhaps if humans were equally bonded to one another, there’d be less infighting and more respect spread across the Earth. But of course, just wishful thinking.
“Hongjoong asked for you,” Yeosang says.
“The man of the hour,” you murmur, sighing. “Why can’t he just come here himself?”
“Believe it or not,” Yeosang smiles. “He is a bit more busy than you think. He didn’t technically ask for me to come find you, but I doubt he would find the time to leave himself. And Yunho is too preoccupied to come here. I’m the only one free at the moment.”
You lift yourself up from your seat, stepping past the small gap between Yeosang and the doorway. He shifts slightly, arm brushing against yours as you make your way around. He does not follow you promptly. You turn to look at him, his sight glued on yours.
“Something the matter?”
His expression changes, and he merely shakes his head. “Nothing. I’ll lead the way.”
Yeosang leaves you with him, fingers brushing against the back of your hand as he disappears down the hall. He did not try to start a conversation as you two were walking alone, briefly glancing at you from time to time. Whatever you did moments ago must have bothered him enough to not even attempt to dissolve the awkwardness resting between both of you. But you didn’t either, so there’s that.
You slowly enter, your steps echoing as you move further inside. You’ve been inside Hongjoong’s office once before, but never in his room. It is nothing like you expected it to be - no torture devices hanging from the walls. Instead, vinyls resting on clear displays, cds in between each one. In fact, there were several instruments decorated all about, some you couldn’t even recognize yourself. Many likely hundreds of years old. This is his place, his mind. The thought of peering into his personal space, his mind, even if ever briefly, makes you anxious, goosebumps rising on your skin as you take yourself further in. It can’t be that bad.
He at least tolerates you enough to have you still around.
“Why are you here?”
You turn to the side, Hongjoong hunched over at his desk, pen dragging across stationary as he writes. He does not look up so you can only assume he heard your loud steps enter his room. The notebook he writes in is well-worn, corners curved in and cover peeling. His eyes briefly meet yours after you don’t speak, brow raised in expectation. “Well?”
“Yeosang told me you wanted to see me.”
He rolls his eyes, staring at his writing before ripping out a page, crumbling it up and snapping his fingers. The paper engulfed in flames before flickering into ashes, sliding off his table and into the bin beneath. “Yeosang tells everyone a lot of things, that does not mean it’s true. You’ll learn to not listen to his words after a while. He’s quite mischievous,” he murmurs.
“Then I am not needed?” You’re thankful, really. Being in his space, his scent, creates a strange feeling within you. There’s a reason you avoid him, more than just being afraid.
Hongjoong stands, throwing his notebook off his table. You take a step back just as he moves forward, too fast for you to leave his sight. His hands grip your body, pulling you close to him.
“Personal space is a thing, Hongjoong.”
“You want me to speak to you, truly?”
You try pulling away but his hold only tightens. So instead of fighting a losing battle, you speak through tight lips, “Say what you have to say.”
“What is it you want me to say? That I would follow you everywhere, until your steps become my own, until your breaths mingle with mine? There's no need for that. There is no where you will go that will be where I am not. It is all but that simple.” He cradles your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against the skin. It takes everything in you not to flinch. “That is all I need, and it is all you’ve wanted. We will no longer be separated; you won’t be left alone. Is that what you want?”
What is he even saying? The more he trails on, the more fear begins to circulate your veins. He does not seem to notice it, so he continues when greeted with silence. “Soobin is no longer an issue since he’s gone. You’re free to desire whomever you want without him holding you back.”
His name pulls you out of your confusion almost instantaneously. “He was my partner, Hongjoong,” your brows furrow. “He’s the reason I’m even in this town in the first place. Why would he be holding me back? I love him.” And it’s true. There has been a bit of wavering in your love, and he broke your heart not too long ago. Mourning a love lost is one thing, but losing that love for him completely is entirely different.
You don’t see the way his mouth twitches at the word love. What you do see, though, is the way his eyes narrow. “He’s gone.”
“Love doesn’t just disappear when I no longer see him.”
“Then how will it? Must he come to you and say he hates you? Will he have to attempt to hurt you for it to go away? Why do humans continue to love someone who’s left them? Why can’t you let him go?” What else does he have to do? Should he have manipulated the human’s mind before they killed him? Made him break your heart? He thought Mingi’s appearance was enough to stop your mind from lingering on him. But it seems like it has done little.
You stare at Hongjoong as he loses himself in his thoughts. You’ve believed in inherent goodness, but there’s always been this underlying fear of them, just for the nature of them being Unseelies alone. Knowing that despite all of what they say, it’s something they can’t change. It’s something you’ve settled with. But hearing his words, the way his eyes shake as he looks at you… something tells you that he’s off. That despite their comfort and sympathy, they know what happened to Soobin.
An even smaller part of you believes that they’ve done something to him.
“Why do you care?”
He does not respond, waiting for you to continue. In the position you are right now, it’s hard not to.
“It’s hard to,” you explain, choosing your words carefully. “I’ve known him since we were children, and even if I didn’t love him in the romantic sense, I still would love him as a former friend. It hurts to just lose a friendship like that.”
"If I killed it would you forget him?"
You still. His touch is ever so delicate as he waits for your response. Eyes warm, blinking slowly. It's as if he didn't just say he'd do something so heinous, so unthinkable.
"What?" Is all you can respond with.
He leans closer to you, barely a breath away from your lips. His eyes flick over your face, before landing back on your eyes. "If I killed your weak, miserable, disgusting, incompetent, lackluster ex-partner, as you call it, will you forget then? Will you mourn its loss then come into my arms? Will you love me as you love it?"
It. Perhaps his mask slid down just a bit.
"You're out of your mind."
"I am very much sane, y/n. It's a simple question with an even simpler answer."
"No."
"No…?"
"I wouldn't forgive you if you killed him, Hongjoong."
He rolls his eyes, a huff echoing around the room. "How boring and mundane. I thought you were more amusing than that." He moves away from you now, grabbing his notebook he threw across the room. “Yeosang was right, I did want to speak to you. Not yet, but I suppose I have little reason to keep it to myself. Seonghwa suspects that you are not human.”
He moves on from the moment as if it never happened, as if he did not threaten your old partner. The subject change easily distracts you though, the idea so otherworldly that you scoff. Hongjoong snickers at the sound, standing up. “You make that incredulous sound but Seonghwa has rarely ever been wrong in his findings. You may not be as human as you think.”
“I’m only human, Hongjoong. There’s nothing else to it.”
“That you know of,” he adds, placing his book back on his table. “You’ve lived as a human your whole life you know nothing other than that. Of course you’d think the thought silly.”
“What do you want me to say? First you threaten my old partner and now you say that I’m not human? Do you want me to beg at your knees and tell you that it’s not true?”
“The thought of you on your knees in front of me isn’t unappealing,” he chirps.
“You’re,” you hold your tongue. It’s not the smartest thing to do - insulting an Unseelie in their territory. Hongjoong is unhinged already, no need to push him further into his madness. But you cannot help yourself. “You’re disgusting.”
He shrugs, “That’s not the worst insult I’ve ever heard. You've overstayed your welcome, you can go.” His hand waves you off, giving you his back completely. Though you expect nothing less from him, it still feels humiliating. But there's nothing you can do. Not now. You decide it's best to just leave completely, door slamming behind you as you exit the room. Yeosang lingers outside, book closing when you walk past him. He reaches out for your arm but you shove his touch off, making your way to your room.
You don't quite notice how hard you’ve pushed him, his body thumping against the wood. Yeosang looks down at his hand. How his fingers curl into themselves. You pushed him off. Strength formidable to his own with just a spike in your anger. He does not follow you but instead, enter the room you just left.
“He is an Unseelie. It is not unlike him to thrive off of your anger and frustration. It's tantalizing, the energy oozing from humans. It is fun for us,” Wooyoung's laying on your bed once again, arms folded beneath his head, eyes on the ceiling. “It tastes wonderful, though not as good as fear.”
“Doesn't really ease my nerves,” you say, flipping through the book he handed you. It's something he grabbed from Jongho, the scrawny writing etched into the pages. You snicker at the jabs he adds in, his notations growing more humorous as you turn pages. It's distracting enough for now. A hand covers the writing, Wooyoung's pout forcing you to stop. You shut the book, placing it on your side table. “He is annoying, Wooyoung. I don't think I'll last here long with him constantly saying shit and me not being able to say anything back.”
“You can argue with him, solaris. He won't kick you out.” He sees your expression, sighing. “We all do it, and none of us have left yet–”
“You are his mates, his spark. He wouldn't throw you out because of an argument. I have nothing left if I leave, Wooyoung. My family would be in danger, Soobin would be in danger, right when I step outside someone is waiting to kill me. It's exhausting to think about.”
“You have to learn to put yourself first instead of worrying about others,” he says. “And your family is as safe as they can be right now. They do not remember you, and you’ve been pulled from their lives. If a Seelie truly digs for it they will find them, but we will know before anything happens,” Wooyoung presses his finger against his temple. “I’ve got them on my radar.”
“You’re only confusing me more.”
“A spell, solaris. I’m keeping my eye on them every second. You’ll know if anything is amiss. Unfortunately though, I’d rather not update you on mundane things. It’ll make letting them go harder to bear.”
You do not agree with his method of lessening your worry, but you’d rather not argue with another Unseelie, too distraught from the last conversation to probe any further. You sink yourself deeper into the seat, closing your eyes. His silence is enough to make you open a lid, meeting the eyes of the Unseelie who continues to stare. You shake your head, closing them once more.
“Taking a picture would be better than you just staring.”
“Is that a joke or can I really take a photo?”
This time both of your eyes open, moving to him. He hasn’t moved from his spot, the devilish grin still on his face as he laughs. “I was kidding.”
“How unfortunate.”
You hum in agreement, eyes closing again. Since Wooyoung is often lingering around your room and having time to yourself is only reserved for late nights, San hasn’t really come around anymore. Sometimes he’d show here and there, but only for a quick once over and disappearing back to wherever he spends his time. It’s why you’ve grown used to Wooyoung threatening to tear your door down if you don’t let him in. Sure, it’s a bit concerning and mildly threatening, but he hasn’t done anything nefarious. Flirting here and there, maybe a bit of annoying banter, but you enjoy it. He’s one of your only companions that you have, even if you were essentially forced to live with him.
Your mother wouldn’t let you out of her sight if she knew.
“Do you like me around, solaris?” he asks after a moment.
“No.”
“If that is truly what you think, you don’t have to say yes and allow me to enter your room if you’re not comfortable with it.”
Nope. You don’t want this conversation to happen now. Not when you’re still figuring this out, trying to decipher what your feelings are for him. “I’m… fine with you being around, Wooyoung. You’re fun to hang around with.”
“As friends?” He asks. You hear the creak of your bed and immediately open your eyes. He sits on the edge of it, eyes looking through the open porch door. He does not look at you and yet, you feel like his attention is focused on the beats of your heart, the sound of your breaths. “Do you consider me a friend?”
“I don’t know.”
And it is true. You’re not sure how to classify your relationship with him. You’re friends, maybe. But it would be a lie if you were just that. He’s open with his own feelings, how much he wants you to want him. You just… don’t understand how he could want you so badly when he has seven other mates to focus on. And from what you know, despite Hongjoong’s slip of information, you’re a human. There’s nothing truly special about you aside from your little blip a while ago.
“Are you afraid of me?”
This is one you can answer with ease. “Yes.”
He turns around to look at you. It’s hard to see his face, the sun shining on the back of his head draping his face in darkness. You can barely see through the rays yourself. You watch as he stands, a slight step towards you. You follow his movements, though making no move to back up or go forward.
“That’s good, to be afraid of me,” he murmurs. “Perhaps you are not as clueless as we’ve previously thought. Being on guard around us, holding your feelings close. It is good.”
“What are you getting at, Wooyoung?”
“What I’m getting at is that you fear us, I can see it. I see how you interact with everyone, with me. But we both know how you feel about me. Even if you cannot say it yourself.” he moves even closer to you. But instead of standing in front of you, he slowly goes down on his knees. “If I am so terrifying to you, will this change things? My submission to you?”
He reaches up, his hands slowly holding yours in his grip as he places them on either side of his cheek. His eyelashes flutter once they touch his skin, a slow, clear groan escaping his parted lips. “It could be so easy for us. You could be mine, and I yours,” he whines.
“You have mates, Wooyoung. There’s no need for me.”
“They do not mind my yearn for you, if that is what you are worried about. None of them do. We all love each other differently, in different ways. My care for you is nothing like my care for them, but it does not have to be. You are different.”
Oh no.
You hold his face in your hands, fingers shakily stroking the tan of his skin, brushing against the mole beneath his eyes. They remain focused on you, lips trembling beneath each caress. You can hear your heart in your ears, pumping violently against your ribcage. It is familiar. A feeling you haven’t felt in a while.
You might just be in love with him.
And it is terrifying.
The revelation is alarming, swelling. It frightens you each passing second. You love him dearly. How has he worked himself into your heart? Is this coercion? Maybe he’s manipulated you to the point of no return. It is reasonable to think so. Before you were terribly frightened of his presence around you, aware that at any moment they may decide to drag their lengthened nails into your chest, killing you. And yet here you sit, Wooyoung crouched beneath you, his nails leaving indents in your thighs from how desperate his hold is, his warm, aroused eyes flicking between yours. The gasps leave your lips as his hands travel closer and closer to you. Right now you are not as afraid of him, not completely.
How could you love someone so easily when you lost the man you thought you were going to marry not too long ago? It should have been harder to fall for his charms. It shouldn’t have happened so quickly at all; and yet here you are.
Your thumb presses lightly into his lips, the flick of his tongue eagerly dragging on the pad of it. Never in your life have you seen such desperation from a partner, such eagerness to have you. It is a wonder you’ve held yourself strong for such a long time when he is so willing under your touch. Is it sinister to want this to continue? Knowing who he is, who they are.
“You are pretty,” the words leave your mouth without much thought. His body shudders at your words, leaning forward, head pressing into your stomach. His hands leave your thigh, wrapping around the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Am I?” His breaths hitch, yearning lining and enfolding itself around two simple words. You have yet to kiss him, to taste his mouth, and he is distressed for you. Touch on your skin, but it is not enough for him. His head tilts up, pupils covering his irises completely. “Am I pretty to you?”
He slowly rises, warm, trembling body moving closer and closer to you. His hands stay on your hips as he hovers over your body, chest rising and falling quickly. Your hands leave his face and cup his neck instead. You are not unaware of how his breath hitches as you hold him. He leans forward, lips lightly brushing against your chin.
“Am I?” There is a pause in his movements. His unwavering despair to have you is not unknown, but he pauses. As if waiting for your approval to move further. A bit humorous how now he is holding himself back when he is so close to having you. “I want you to say it to me, solaris. Tell me.”
“You’re pretty, Wooyoung.”
His lips waste little time in covering yours, tongue entering your mouth immediately. His lips tremble as he tastes you, hands moving to the back of the chair to hold himself steady. The freestanding furniture slides against the floor, hitting the wall behind it as he pushes himself closer and closer to you.
You are overcome with the feeling of not knowing him, of not knowing his touch, his desperate breaths mixing with yours, his teeth sinking into your lips, begging for reprieve. He almost swallows you whole with his eagerness, hands wrapping around your body, pulling you into him. His strength lifts you from the seat entirely, your legs wrapping around him as he presses you against the wall. He lets his lips leave yours, tongue tracing down the slide of your neck, moans loud. It is not surprising he is a vocal lover, and for a moment embarrassment settles within you at the thought of one of the others entering the home, hearing his voice echoing down the halls.
“I do not care,” he murmurs against your skin, “Let them listen to me worshiping you.”
You're unable to speak.
“Would it bother you? For them to hear me kiss you from your neck to your feet, everything in between? Is it so wrong for me to want my palms to burn beneath your touch?”
You laugh at the suggestion, “I am no God that you’d be burned by my touch.”
He smiles against your skin, “How is that possible if I pray to you each night? Do they not say to worship in the low light?” his lips press against the tips of your fingers, teeth dragging across the skin. “You should have heard my prayers, solaris. I am an extremely devoted servant to you.”
“Wooyoung,” Somewhere in between sacrilegious and obscene, his chest rises with laughter.
“For you alone I am weak, solaris. For you, I will crawl, I will beg,” his lips leave your fingers, “San is not the only Unseelie who is violently devoted to the brink of utter obsession, solaris. Can you not feel mine?” His tongue drags against the skin of your collarbone, your body trembling beneath the wet touch. His hands have never left your hips, nails digging into the skin. You are too involved to feel how they slightly puncture, his longing words distracting. “Can you feel how devout I am to you? How gloriously blessed I am to be touching your skin?”
His hands release you for the briefest of moments, wrapping around your torso as he moves away from the wall. The walls around you shift, your mind lost for a moment. You blink, only a moment to glance around and see that you're in fact, no longer in your room. That he pulled you through the thin threads of reality into his. Wooyoung is ever so impatient, letting your body fall against his bedsheets.
“I think I prayed enough,” he continues, staring down at you. “You might have finally heard me beg to see you like this. How lucky I am to be the one to see you like this,” he leans over, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “But I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay,” you say. The words come out with certainty you didn't know you possessed for him, breathless and accepting of anything he may suggest. His lips lift, but you see that it does not entirely reach his eyes. You lean up, and he sits back down on the floor. Looking up at you. Just as you're about to sit yourself next to him, his hand stops you, shaking his head.
“I need you to tell me what to do to you.”
“Tell you what to do?”
“I can't do it myself. I can't do anything to you myself.” The tone of his voice is strange now. It is as desperate as before, but there is something else between the words. You do not know him well enough to even guess what it may be, why he truly needs you to guide him. But his despair is apparent, the way his hands tremble as they begin to hold your thighs, tears coating the brim of his lids. It is merely a guess, but it feels like he can only move further with your exact words. Your precise permission.
It should not frighten you how much control, even if facetious, you have over him.
“Please solaris.”
“I have to?” You whisper, and he nods.
“It is as I have said. I follow your word.” His hold is lighter now as he waits. “I cannot indulge in your sweetness without permission.”
You grow weary as he continues his explanation.
“The corruption is not merely just a surface level. None of the Unseelie can, not without word from the other partner. Though we reign in chaos, we cannot do activities like this without explicit permission. I need you, I do. But I need you to need me too.” His touch is claw-like, fingertips tracing the marks upon your skin, lips tantalizing as they drag over your knee, breathes tickling the small hairs. “Do you need me?”
You have only been the sun to him. It is no wonder he is so vehement on you aching for him a tenth of how he craves you. You can see it in his eyes, the darkened gaze settling on you, the cage preventing him from moving further. The thought is comforting perhaps, though you'd never suggest that he'd do such a thing, but knowing that Unseelie are unable to force themselves upon someone. Nature is still balanced.
You are the sun to him, his solaris. What he is to you…
You have yet to figure out.
He nods at your question long forgotten, hands unmoving as you lean down. He holds his breath as you place your hand at the bottom of his chin, tilting his head up to entirely look at you. Submitting to you.
“I want you all over me, Wooyoung.”
His hands drag your legs forward, thighs spread apart. His body could crack a hole in the floor with how much he trembles in anticipation. His fingers change, nails lengthening. You watch in awe as they turn into claws, easily sliding through the material of your shorts, tossing it to the side.
“I've thought endlessly of how I would have you beneath me,” the words are barely let out as he pulls you closer to him, arousal dripping from his words. “Your lips desperately pleading for me, wanting me. How you would let me do anything to you.” His words are coated in lust, lips hovering over where you desire him most. “Can I taste you, y/n?”
“Please.”
His lips cover your clit, smacking together from the wetness that clings to them. Your fingers glide into his soft locks, tugging lightly as his tongue enters you. His moans into you are loud, the tug in your stomach tightening, worsening when you feel his fingers gripping your thighs, tongue finding your most sensitive point with ease.
You attempt to lift your head to see him, your gaze falling on his helmet of hair between your thighs, nestled. Soft whines spilled from your lips as you place your head back down on the sheets, the silk forcing your touch to only grip him. Your thighs tighten as you beg him for something you’re not sure of, his movements continuing until you tug a bit harder on his hair to pull him away. His shadow slides up your form, “I’m not just done with you, solaris.”
He lifts your head, pressing a light kiss just beneath your ear. “I haven’t had enough of you yet. You are godly, and yet I cannot help but sin,” his breath was hot as he exhales onto your skin, goosebumps left in his wake as he moves back to where he once was. His fingers tremble slightly against your skin, his hooded eyes resting on yours as he leaned back down, lips wrapped around your clit once more.
Wooyoung’s hand grips and tugs at your thigh. You blink once more, a field of clovers beneath the two of you. The evening sun is low in the sky, peeking through the trees, the sunlight leaving a streak across his cheeks, brown eyes lighter. He practically glows, eyes shining with need, tongue between his lips to softly flick over your bud. The pull in your cunt grows once more, stronger and stronger as his eyes flutter close. Leaves rustle, a warm breeze brushing against your skin.
“My solaris, how do I shine for you?” he whispers. The simple sentence along the return of his lips to your lower ones make your muscles grow tight, a soft moan vibrating up your throat once relief and warmth began rushing beneath your skin. Wooyoung holds you close as you tremble, lips still wrapped around you as you climax once more, unable to let your grip on his hair go, pressing him harshly into you.
His eyes are warm as they look up at you, your body covered with your shirt, chest rising and falling slowly. His lips are slow, peppering kisses along the inside of your thigh, “how are you? still with me?”
You swallow slowly, struggling to find yourself after what happened. A few seconds pass before you can speak, “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
He laughs, continuing the seemingly never-ending drag of his soft lips up her stomach, his fingers pushed under your shirt to glide it up. They’re soft, warm as your lift your hands away from his hair and up, allowing him to see all of you. The last person that’s seen you this vulnerable was Soobin, and before that… not many. His eyes are glazed over as he takes in your exposed chest, his index finger tickling your skin as he lightly moves around the flesh of your breast. “Just for me?” He leans forward, cheek pressed against the soft flesh, trembling. “You’re more than what I’ve ever imagined.”
“Wooyoung…” Your mouth is dry as you let his name leave your lips, the word coming out rougher than you intended it to. He groans, shaking his head slightly.
“I would never tire of hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs. “It is a shame the others cannot hear since we are so far.”
You look around as he slips his fingers into one of your free hands. The field is small, likely near where Yeosang brings you every once in a while. The thought makes you wonder – he did say that no one knew of the place aside from Hongjoong and himself. How could Wooyoung know to bring you here?
“Your thoughts move elsewhere, are you alright?” His eyes are coated with concern, hand lifting to brush a thumb against your cheek. “We can stop if it’s too much for you.”
“No, no everything is fine.” It may be that Yeosang let this private place slip his tongue while speaking with him. And perhaps Wooyoung found it as beautiful as you did and decided to bring you here. You let those thoughts settle within you as he leans down, his lips pressing against your jaw. A hum vibrates against his lips, your moment of confusion slipping away once he lines himself up and pushes forward, just enough to have your eyes widening almost immediately. You expect the impact to at least ache, but it feels warm and soft and full.
“So warm, my solaris. Made just for me, yes?” His entrance is slow, his hand that cradles your face sliding to your shoulder. “I need to ask, solaris.”
He leans forward, lips pressing against your forehead as he pushes deeper. “We… I feed on life. On human life. And you are full of it, pretty. So so beautiful and holy and bright.”
His words make no sense, a question still not uttered. “What are you saying, Wooyoung?”
“Can I taste you?” His hands slide down to your waist as he finally fully enters. They glow a dark orange against your skin, his eyes on yours. “It would be just a small taste. It wouldn’t kill you. It will feel good, solaris. You will feel good.”
The question is still vague, but even with you clouded mind, you can pick through the mess of words. A low moan comes from you as he pulls out slightly, entering again. “You want to eat my soul?”
“A sliver, it will barely be missed.”
“…Okay.”
The fear disappears once his lips cover yours, tongue entering your mouth as his hips set a steady rhythm. “You’ll love it.” You begin to keen under him, feeling wave after wave of heat surrounding the two of you, the sound of birds above you chirping as he takes you. The ache entering through you from the pleasure his cock pressing in and out of you and the sensation of being beneath his torso. His fingers gripping your waist break skin, and then you see it. The orange light that you presumed was spilling through his fingers was not him, no. It is you, your aura surrounding the two of you. Wooyoung’s pace almost doubles at the sight, the smell woodsy and sweet. The mop of black hair seeps into a orange color as it swirls through the air, eyes matching. It is a sight to see between pleasure, you, yourself, seen in an unknown light. Just as he pulls away from your lips, your soul enters your skin again.
His brows furrow, but he does not comment on it, instead, lifting up onto his hands to find another angle, sighing in relief it once your knees were up at his sides, feet hooked around his waist. The question as to why he cannot feed on you lingers.
“Perhaps my sin is too much for a soul like yours,” he whispers, dropping his weight down onto his elbows, then further, arms wrapping around you. “I will enjoy you nonetheless.”
“What are you–”
His hips press harshly into yours just as you begin to speak, watching as your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. You’re not quick to notice a hot tear falling down your cheek, rolling down your temple, lost in the darkness as his cum seeping out of his tip slowly but surely began melting your senses into nothing. The sound of skin begins echoing in the air and trees, his knees sliding up to push his thighs against you, pressing him deeper. You slowly lose your sense of the world you, focused on his cock pressing into you, his arms around you as you writhe with each thrust.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “You always shine brightly, solaris, and yet you shine even moreso. How am I to keep my hands off you now that I’ve finally had you?” The sound of his voice is lost in between the sounds of skin slapping, the way he rocked into her body.
“Then don’t,” you say.
His eyes widen briefly, the orange fading as they meet yours. You somehow find the strength to keep focused on him despite how intensely your climax is coming. It’s the first time you’re unable to read his expression, perhaps a tint of wonder if you could focus. After a few seconds your thighs tighten, gasps leaving your lips. “Wooyoung–”
“Just like that pretty, just for me.”
Your head falls back, straining to let out the moan that clawed its way up, vise forming around his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hell,” he grits, hips stilling as he cums, stuttering with each succeeding one. Your breaths escape your lips, lids heavy as you feel his own lips press lightly against yours.
“It has been hours since they were together, and he has still not let her leave his room. Should she not eat?” Yunho murmurs. They can see how his annoyance has gathered around him, hand gripping the apple between his fingers tightly, brows furrowed enough to become one. He is right – neither you nor Wooyoung has left his room. Seonghwa and maybe San could break the barrier that he has placed around his resting place, but neither wants to. Only making Yunho grow more irritated.
“They were together, Yunho. Let them simmer in it before they're told the news,” San rubs his arm, presses a soft kiss against his temple. “It is soon to be ruined once they enter a shared space.”
“He’s not going to move on from this,” Hongjoong sighs, eyes closed as he tucks himself further into the couch cushions. “I’m not ready to hear him boasting everyday about something I don’t care about in the slightest. San you might have to whip up a spell to shut him up.”
“I doubt he’d say anything outlandish-”
“Good afternoon~” His warm voice echoes through the room as he enters, almost floating as he glides along the tiles to the fridge. He presses his lips against Yunho and San’s cheeks while he passes by, the ghost of his magic roaming over Hongjoong’s arm and squeezing it. “Lovely day.”
Hongjoong’s lip twitches, but he makes no move to respond to Wooyoung’s words, annoyance already riddling his features. Yunho glances at Wooyoung, watching as he sings a song, pulling ingredients from open drawers and cabinets. No one says a word in response aside from San, easily wrapping his arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple.
“We haven’t seen you in almost a day.”
“Busy. And solaris is hungry, and I assume the rest of you are,” he places his utensils on the counter. “Ready for some human food?”
All of their faces wrinkle in disgust at his words, a chuckle draping his lips as he rolls his eyes. “It wouldn't hurt you to feed on things other than humans.”
“It tastes of chalk and sadness,” Yunho mumbles, watching as he coats the pan with butter. “And smells rancid.”
“Whatever, you're missing out on the joys in life. Sweets aren't the only thing that tingles the taste buds.”
“You would know,” San is barely heard as he bites on the apple slice, but it is audible enough for their joint laughter. “I'm surprised you haven't spilled your secrets yet. Not often do you keep your escapades to yourself.”
“I’m not going to brag, I would never kiss and tell.”
Yunho’s eyes narrow. “You do, in fact, kiss and tell. That’s all you do actually, I’m surprised you were even able to let that lie slip.”
Wooyoung sticks out his tongue, tapping the pepper into the pan. “Well not now. Solaris is too special for me to discuss things like that around you all. A star that glows like her demands privacy.”
“Did she threaten you?” Hongjoong snickers, peeking out a lid when he doesn’t hear an immediate response. “Oh? She did?”
He frowns. “Not necessarily. I would just like to keep it quiet. It's not just between us eight now, she’s different. Humans are more private. I don't want her uncomfortable.”
“Honorable,” Yunho notes. “Perhaps you have grown.”
“There’s barely a hundred years between us,” Wooyoung deadpans, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not as young as you think I am.”
“They were together.”
“Correct.”
“And you have no qualms with that?”
“They are not young and we are not responsible for their actions, Seonghwa. I don’t care what they do in their free time. You’re just upset that she wasn’t with you first as all. She likely would have if it weren’t for that disgusted look you give her every time you’re in a room together.”
“She’s not a commodity to be passed around, Hongjoong. I don’t care if she is with me first or not at all. All that I’m saying is, it’s irresponsible to ignore it.”
If Hongjoong’s eyes could roll further back they would. He closes his notebook slowly, looking up at Seonghwa. “What do you suppose we do, then? Place a chastity belt on Wooyoung, perhaps cuff him to his bed so that he cannot move near her? Ship him off to Yeonjun himself to deal with?”
  “That is not what I’m saying at all. You treat this like it’s a joke,” Seonghwa frowns.
“What you’re suggesting is a joke. I’m not stopping either of them from indulging in one another. I didn’t expect Wooyoung to win her over so soon, but it was inevitable. You hid your suspicions from them, but even with it, it would only make it more enticing for him. He does not back down from a challenge. Especially one he is so obsessed with.”
“You told me to keep it to myself,” Seonghwa rubs his temple, breathing deeply. “I was going to tell them-”
“You still could have. You still can. What I said was a suggestion, nothing more.”
There is no use in arguing with him, Seonghwa thinks. Hongjoong knows what his suggestions are - oftentimes there are threats hidden beneath them. And though he loves him more than life itself, he cannot stand how nonchalant Hongjoong can be. Even if the human, you, does not know your true nature yourself.
“Fine.”
Hongjoong smirks, “That was much easier to deal with.”
“I will tell them tonight. All of them.”
Hongjoong’s smirk twitches. Seonghwa is not looking at him directly, so he does not see the slight dip in his expression, “You will?”
“As you said, it was merely a suggestion. Perhaps their minds will change once they all know of her true nature. And we can finally kill her.”
“You want her dead?”
Never. The thought forms bile in his mouth. “I’d rather not touch her at all. But what other choice do we have? She will kill us all if we let her stay. It is the best decision right now.” He found you, he tracked you down. If he killed you in the beginning despite the resistance to their powers, perhaps it would have saved him from the guilt that begins to riddle his body. He should not care for a creature like you, knowing it is what you do. And still, with knowing, he cannot stop it from happening. Which is why he needs to tell the rest of them.
“They won’t let you kill her. Most have already succumbed to her charm.”
“... I will do what I must to keep us safe.”
Hongjoong shrugs, “Then so be it. You have no objection from me. I’ve grown wary of her being around anyway. Humans are too… irritating.”
“Not a human.”
“Right. I won’t let the others know of my opinion and side with the majority.”
“Sometimes, they would like to hear what their leader thinks, Hongjoong.”
He pauses for a moment. “It will influence their decisions too much for me to say what I want.”
“And you think your thoughts do not influence mine?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely curious. Hongjoong laughs at the question, shaking his head.
“Seonghwa, I've known you for hundreds of years. You’d rather throw yourself in front of a deadly attack than take my opinion over your own. It is settled.”
You sit near the back of the room, Wooyoung’s presence wrapped around the headrest of the chair you occupy. No one else has approached you, though you sensed the lingering eyes of Yunho to the side of you. He gave you a smile when you entered, the slight downturn of his lips as he met Wooyoung’s gaze obvious. It did make you nervous that it was somehow your fault he looked furious. But the expression was gone with a blink.
“Mingi won’t be joining us, but he already informed me of his opinion prior to our meeting,” Hongjoong says, sliding past the rest and sitting in the loveseat farthest away from the entrance. His eyes bore into yours, oddly twinkling. “It will be kept in mind as we’re voting.”
“And what is it that we’re voting on?” Yunho asks.
“It has taken me a while to consider what has been going on the past few months, and how it affects all of us, including y/n,” Seonghwa does not meet your eyes as he speaks, staring at an unoccupied couch. “Our voting today is to decide if she lives or dies.”
Silence falls over the room. Your own chest tightens, palms growing moist as the seconds tick by. Kill you? Has what you’ve done destroyed their relationship with other faeries to the point of no return? Seonghwa’s reluctance to even be near you was not only for disgust like you thought before, but something deeper. Hongjoong wasn’t lying when he told you that they believed you to be not human. But you’re not hiding anything yourself. Being anything but human just feels impossible.
“You’re joking?” Wooyoung stands up from where he is behind you, slightly stepping forward. “She’s done nothing wrong.”
“She killed Beomgyu, Wooyoung.”
“So? I kill faeries and humans all the time! Why should that matter?”
“You know why,” San speaks this time, shaking his head. “It has caused us many problems. But Seonghwa, killing her? What use is that to us?”
Seonghwa sighs. “She is not entirely human, that’s why.”
Their gazes all meet yours from across the room. Even Wooyoung, his valiant effort to coax them into saving your life, expression drops slightly, confusion coating his gaze. As if questioning the validity of everything you’ve told him. Somehow that look makes you feel utterly guilty, despite not believing in his claim.
“I am a human,” you retort. “That, whatever happened at that time, it wasn’t… it was me, but it was a fluke. An adrenaline rush.”
“How can we assume she’s not human just because she killed a Seelie?” Yeosang asks. His expression remains neutral, potion book placed face-down on the counter. “Strength like that is not uncommon in humans.”
“Correct, but we all know that a human cannot tear apart a Seelie, especially the way Beomgyu was. His body was unrecognizable, torn to shreds. Someone with her size and strength, even with a burst of adrenaline could not take a Seelie down like that. She would have to know weaknesses, have weaponry-”
“It is unlike you to say allegations without undeniable truth,” Jongho interrupts him. “So I believe what you’re saying, hyung. What is she, if not a human?”
It’s interesting how despite being in the same room with them, they all ignore your presence entirely, speaking amongst themselves. Likely because you can lie with ease and without restraint. They won’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, anyway, except maybe Yunho or Wooyoung.
“Now this may bother you all. But there is no other explanation. She is a kumiho.”
“That’s impossible-”
“It isn’t,” Seonghwa interrupts Wooyoung before he begins, holding up a hand. “We are real, so it is not too far gone to believe in something that was once unreal to us. There are still beings out there that we do not know of. Her strength, the claw marks on the dead Seelie. She has not turned on the full moon and her blood does not contain any sort of wolf characteristics. Kumiho can blend amongst humans the easiest after they have lived over a thousand years. It is not unrealistic to assume that she has moved past that point and become a human woman.”
“She hasn’t even attempted to lure any of us.” Wooyoung narrows his eyes. “Nor has she eaten human flesh.”
“That we know of.”
You can only scoff, shaking your head. “This is unreal.”
“There is no other explanation. Your strength is formidable to our own. Likely, the feline creature hiding inside this human appearance in front of us has prevented itself from remembering what it was. For protection or otherwise - we have yet to find out.”
Wooyoung’s gaze wavers the longer he listens to Seonghwa’s explanation. In fact, it seems that each of them believes everything that comes from his mouth. But it is impossible. What would be the reason for hiding your true being from yourself?
“Now we vote, then,” Hongjoong starts. “Mingi has voted yes to kill her. Seonghwa?”
“It is what needs to be done, yes,” Seonghwa agrees.
“Yunho?” Hongjoong asks, turning to him.
His gaze is on the floor, thinking. After a few seconds passed, “No. I don’t think she’s a threat to us. We keep her alive.”
Hongjoong looks at Yeosang.
Yeosang ponders the thought as everyone discusses loudly amongst one another. His eyes meet yours across the room, just being Wooyoung as he seemingly protects you with his body. You look afraid. Your eyes move to each person as they speak, your nerves palpable enough to be tasted in the thickened air. If he himself agrees to your death, it is likely that San would agree. Neither of them truly differ in opinion on things like this. Jongho would soon follow out of mere respect. And you would be killed promptly. It is what he has wanted since you’ve arrived here, turning everything sideways. So why, as he looks at your pathetic cowering behind Wooyoung, why does he feel such pity for you?
He looks at Wooyoung again. Though his fascination with you is beyond his capability of understanding, he can see it. How his eyes look at his spark desperately, pleading with them to save you. How Yunho’s jaw clenches, quietly observing. He wanted you here, wanted you protected by them. Though you aren’t exactly the pitiful human he once thought you to be, he still cares for you, strangely.
“Well, what do you want to do?” San whispers into his neck. Useless, since they all can hear what he’s saying aside from you. “Kill her?”
His next words will change everything. Yeosang meets your eyes across the room. His own widen slightly at your expression, flicking down to read your lips. The words mouthed to him are enough for him to decide.
Please help me.
“There’s no reason to kill her if she does not hold any threats to us right now.”
Seonghwa whips his head to Yeosang. Anger expressed along the vein on his neck, the set of his brows. He will not say it outright, but Yeosang has just betrayed his trust. Perhaps Seonghwa thought he would allow the woman to be killed just because … well, because he wanted it. But he cannot now, not when things are turning out so interesting.
“You are sure of this?” Hongjoong asks. His eyes sparkle. “Truly?” Despite only being the fourth oldest, his words hold weight for the rest.
“I am,” Yeosang says simply. The tense gaze of your expression has not dropped. Probably because you don’t realize that San would follow his lead, then Jongho. Your hand wraps around Wooyoung’s arm that traps you behind him. “If need be in the future with reason, sure. But now, no.”
“This is a mistake-” Seonghwa begins, stopping once Hongjoong flicks his finger. His mouth is shut in an instant, the feeling of magic swirling through the air.
“Hasn’t he spoken enough tonight? There are three remaining votes. As always, I will side with the majority. San, you’re next.”
“No need to kill her,” San agrees. Hongjoong’s smile grows louder, eyes flicking to Wooyoung.
“Your answer is obvious, but please Wooyoung, give your vote.”
Wooyoung covers your body almost completely as he speaks. “Of course, I will not kill her.”
“What does our youngest think?”
“I enjoy her being around, I can’t imagine her not being here,” Jongho smiles at you from across the room. “She can stay.”
“Well, as with the majority, y/n’s life is spared. Apologies to Seonghwa and Mingi, but as you know, it has now been decided. Take all the time you need to process this.” He flicks his finger again toward Seonghwa. The room expects him to roar his complaints, but he only looks around, tiredness seemingly flowing off of him.
“I trust you all and always have. And I assumed that you trust my words as well. But as Hongjoong has said, majority rules. I hope that you all keep an eye on her, and make sure that with the slightest change in behavior, monitor it. It can come at any time since she cannot control it herself,” Seonghwa looks at you, eyes meeting. “And I hope, y/n, you listen to my words yourself. Leave if you feel the change happening.”
He leaves the room, Hongjoong disappearing from his spot, likely following Seonghwa close behind along with Yunho. Leaving the rest of you alone.
Wooyoung’s body seeps into your figure the way he embraces you so tightly, lips pressing against your temple lightly. “I’ll be back, pretty.” His touch disappears as well. Jongho glances at you sympathetically, eyes glazing over yours for a moment before he too, blinks away. The instantaneous disappearing bodies is not something you’d ever get used to.
It does not distract you enough from what Seonghwa said, though. You are not human, despite how you’ve lived, how much you have insisted. A kumiho? As he further explained it, it still made entirely no sense to you. You’ve lived your life plainly, rarely if ever dated once in a while. Soobin was your second official relationship, the first lasting no more than a couple of years. The way he looked with such disgust as he explained it, how your age superseded everyone’s in the room. How your true nature was hidden from even yourself - it is impossible to think of.
“It is interesting to look at you, knowing what you are,” San says, looking around Yeosang to peer at you. “Do you have the urge to bite me?”
“I don’t feel anything, San,” exasperation coats your words. “I don’t even believe it myself.”
“Seonghwa is rarely wrong,” Yeosang murmurs. “That is why we take his word as the truth. Since you are kumiho, your training with Mingi will be much different now. Likely more intense.”
Your arms ache at the thought. You have yet to see Mingi yourself, but the training from before was strenuous. You look at Yeosang, remembering he expression on his face as he peered over at you, the tired eyes filled with curiosity as he voted to keep you alive. You are grateful, nonetheless. But the question lingers the longer you look at him.
“Do you want me dead?”
Yeosang pauses at the inquiry, straw resting between his lips. Eyes flicking to yours. There is little to decipher when it comes to him since he rarely tells what he may be thinking, and you're not with him often. But something in the way he looks at you. He does not respond right away – an indication that he may twist his words to satisfy your question.
“In the beginning I thought it'd be best to get rid of you before it escalated. Even more recently, I thought the same. But now I am not so sure,” he places his drink on the counter. “Most of us do enjoy having you around, human or not. Though I am not as enthused as Yunho or Wooyoung with your presence, I no longer hate it. So I have grown to tolerate it. Until I cannot.”
“You will kill me?”
His smile is strange, hollow. “If I must. Your life isn't that important. Or I'll wait until it has run out itself. You may only have a few more decades left, anyway. They will get over it – their fixation will move to something more interesting eventually.”
How casually he talks about your life. Like it is nothing. He does consider it as nothing, as he has said. None of the Unseelie is this house told you do directly as he has done. You should feel a bit wary around him now, knowing he could change his mind in seconds and kill you. Even now, as he reads the spellbook resting on his thighs, he could kill you. And San, sitting nearby, would only help.
So feeling comforted at the thought is unusual.
“Thank you for being honest,” you say, and he snickers. “Not much of that going around here.”
“Sure.”
San leaves a bit after that. The silence echoes around the small room, eyes moving to the doorway at the sound of the door clicking open. The sight nearly startles you, seeing him for the first time in months. Mingi is followed closely by Yunho, bodies brushing against one another as they enter. Yeosang takes that as a sign to leave you, closing his spellbook and gracefully hopping off the chair. His fingers drag across Mingi's arm as he leaves.
“Oddly quiet around here,” he notes, opening the fridge. Yunho sits where Yeosang just was, smiling at you. “Have you been getting along well despite today?” He asks, thanking Mingi as he passes him an apple. “Wooyoung said you've been making progress adjusting, but I rarely take his word for it.”
“It's been better now,” you say. “It's not one hundred percent yet, but I am getting used to being around here. I hope it just ends soon.”
“I heard your life was spared. It should make you happy. Ah,” he snaps his fingers. “They haven't told you yet,” Mingi sits on the opposite side of you. “We will have to leave soon.”
“We?”
“Half of us. Yunho, Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and myself. Seelie requested our presence. We would have all went, but with these circumstances, it may be best to leave half of us here.”
Circumstances meaning you. Mingi does not further explain and you do not insist on him doing so, instead sinking further into the chair you rest on. “So I am left with the rest of you.”
“Left is a strong word,” Yunho mumbles into his cup. “More like babysat.”
Your frown deepens, and he laughs. “It is but a joke. You can take care of yourself. They won’t do anything to you while we’re gone. Yeosang and San will likely stay to themselves now that Seonghwa has relieved him of his duty to watch you. Jongho will be entertaining enough, no?”
“She is older than us all, no need to treat her as a faerling,” Mingi murmurs.
“She thinks she’s almost three decades old, Mingi.”
“Time to see reality.”
They banter back and forth about you, clueless as to how you’ve already left, steps quiet as you make it to your own bedroom. Seonghwa’s words, no matter how convincing, is not something you believe to be true. He says you conjured up this false reality of your life to blend into the human world, but it makes no sense to you. Nothing, none of it does. You remember your parents, you remember your family life. How you so easily deluded yourself into thinking that it was real when it’s not is beyond your comprehension. Likely because you don’t believe it at all. Why would you hide it from yourself? There is no reason to block your own mind from it - even if you are as he says you are. Jumping to such a conclusion is ridiculous.
No. You’re not a kumiho.
You enter your room, shutting the door behind and locking it. Surely Seonghwa can easily create a spell to allow the others into your room, but he won’t. Not if he so vehemently believes that you’re a creature that he didn’t even think was real. You settle yourself into your sheets, ignoring the lingering feeling in your mind that he might be right.
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suplicyy · 3 days ago
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Let The World Burn
Touya Todoroki/Dabi x Reader
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— Summary: He would do anything to convince you to to join the League of Villains.
— Tags/Genre: Gn!Reader
— Warnings: blood | death | swearing | your coworkers are shits | maybe ooc dabi? | season 6 spoilers
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Blood is spread across your shoes and across the floor, and the murder weapon is in your hand; gripping it tightly, almost as if it would disappear if you let it go. Your overcoat protects you from the freezing air circulating in the dark alley you were in now, but for a brief moment, you could feel the air behind you changing temperature slightly. Just that was enough to realize that you were no longer alone at that moment, excluding the corpse that now couldn't denounce your actions.
"How long do you intend to watch me from afar? I know you're there."
Footsteps can be heard from afar, slowly approaching you; and that suddenly stops, but even without looking in the direction of the individual, you can feel bad intentions towards you.
"Calm down, no need to be defensive... I have no intention of reporting you, I came to you with another purpose in mind."
You finally turn to look at the individual's appearance. He is a tall man with black hair, and even though his body is covered with something you can't identify – dead skin perhaps – he has a youthful appearance.
"Well then, I think you better go back where you came from, I don't want to hear things of someone I've never seen in my life." you respond coldly to the guy, looking away from him to grab a handkerchief from your pocket, turning to clean the blood-stained blade in your hands.
A brief mocking laugh escapes his lips, watching you from afar. "You may not know who I am... but I know you very well." his tall figure begins to approach you, and stops again just a few meters away, still watching you intently.
"[Last name] [Name], 26 years, works as an intern at a large company, and also as a hired killer at night."
The moment the man divulged his information to you, you felt yourself go cold, but you tried to maintain your composure. You turned back to face him, who was already looking at you with a smug smile on his face.
"I also have other information like your address and stuff like that... but it would take forever to tell you everything I know about y-"
He wasn't even able to finish speaking as your blade was already threateningly pressed against his neck. Your body acted on its own, moving involuntarily to defend yourself.
"Who are you."
Even with the threat, the man remained unmoved, and grabbed the weapon with his own hand, causing his palm to bleed from the force of the grip.
"Dabi. You've probably heard of the League of Villains, yeah?" your gaze narrows at him, but as you digest the information you just received, you pull the sharp object out of his throat, clearing it again. "Maybe it's better for you to stay on our side... or are you still going to be a mere doormat for your coworkers?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." You huff in annoyance, a sign that you weren't enjoying Dabi's company now that you realized who he was. "And besides, I don't give a shit about who you are and your group of losers." you say disdainfully, looking at the corpse at your feet.
You walk past Dabi, who watches you head towards the exit of the alley. "Don't look for me anymore, I have no intention of meeting you again, Dabi."
He watches your figure grow smaller and smaller as you move further away from him. He laughs smugly "I don't think that's possible." Dabi speaks loud enough for you to hear, turning to see the the bloody man lying on the ground.
"So...who are you?" He says in an ironic tone, bending down to search the man for informations, stopping when he grabs something that was in his pants pocket.
Pulling a card from the corpse's pockets, he reads the contents of the card, and on it is engraved the name of your company. "Huh, interesting..." satisfied with what he found, the man leaves the place, abandoning the dead man in the dark alley.
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"Did you hear that Mr. Kyojuro is dead??" "What!? No way..." "Yeah... I heard he was found in an alley near here, and his belly was completely open, there was blood everywhere!" "Oh my, that's disgusting! You don't need to tell me all the details."
You watch your coworkers gossiping in the cafeteria, next to the coffee maker, the strong smell of coffee could be felt throughout the office. A stack of papers is in your hands, almost ready to be handed over to your manager.
"[Last name]! I want the papers on my desk now!!"
You hear your manager scream from inside of his office, leaving you with a knot in your stomach, but you try to ignore that feeling as much as possible and go towards the other side of the office.
The women inside the coffee shop watch you from afar, with one of them contorting her face in disgust. "Ugh, that weirdo again, seriously, what was going through the boss's head to hire them?"
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if the police said they was the one who killed poor Mr. Kiyojuro, he loved following her around like a stray dog..." the other girl adds mockingly.
"Don't say such things... or you might be the next one dead!" another girl, a little younger than the others adds to the conversation, which makes the other womans laugh.
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You immediately run to your superior's office, and before entering the room, you breathe in and out slowly, in an attempt to calm yourself down. A little nervous, you look at the door, and reach out to knock on it.
You knock on the office door, indicating your arrival. And when you hear your superior say "come in" in an irritated voice, you immediately open the door, entering the room.
"Excuse me sir... I brought all the paperwork you asked me for." you say in a low voice, already preparing yourself mentally, knowing that you would receive another scolding.
He approaches you, aggressively snatching the papers from your hands. His eyes quickly scan the document, reading its content superficially. The man’s eyebrows furrow in disapproval, throwing all the paperwork you’ve worked hard to produce onto the floor.
"This is a mess, go back to your cabin and see if you can write something better, although I highly doubt that this will happen." with arrogance in his tone of voice, the man turns around, returning to his table while gesturing with his hand, indicating for you to leave the place.
"But sir, I did it exactly the way you asked and-"
"Keep your complaints to yourself, I don't care about anything you tell me."
Feeling the hatred bubbling inside you, you leave the office in a hurry, heading towards the bathroom with your head down, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come out of your anger.
Entering the bathroom, you enter the first stall you see, and slam the door shut, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the empty room. You bury your face in your hands, and involuntarily, you snort in annoyance, the sound being muffled by your hands.
Since you arrived at this company, as someone who is quiet and reserved, you have been the target of criticism and insults for no reason at all, mainly from your coworkers, and sometimes from some superiors, even though they try not to show their contempt for you.
But you've reached your limit. Your cup of patience has overflowed so much that you needed to put an end to someone, even though you weren't paid for this murder, it gave you more relief than a few bucks at the end of the month.
And you can't help but think about doing the same thing to everyone else from this filthy place.
But you need to keep your true identity an absolute secret, a slip like that would definitely land you straight in jail. And after your encounter with Dabi, what you need most now is to be cautious.
After a few minutes of thinking, you leave the cabin and go straight to the sink to turn on the tap, letting the ice water collect in your hand, and rubbing it in your face, trying to cool your head a little.
Your previous encounter with Dabi flashes through your thoughts. You click your tongue in disapproval, trying to forget what happened. "Bullshit..." You dry your face with the sleeve of your shirt, and head towards the bathroom exit, ready to review more documents.
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You leave your work exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and sleep. Your eyes inspected the screen of the cell phone, and the time was 6:30pm. Even though you made a supposed mistake, you were able to leave work 30 minutes early.
Since everyone in your department would have a little party for celebrate the conquer of one of their goals. A party you weren't the least bit interested in going to, and even if you did, no one would appreciate your presence there.
You tried not to think too much about it, so you continued to go your own way.
But a loud explosion behind you made you stop almost immediately. Before turning to see what had happened, you could see the reflection of blue flames in the window of a store next to you. And that's when you realized where all this commotion was coming from.
You turned around quickly, to find yourself facing nothing more and nothing less than the entire company where you work being totally destroyed, the building slowly being reduced to ashes, while the flames intensified more and more.
You couldn't react, at that moment it was as if your legs were stuck to the ground, unable to move due the fear. But the fear turns to horror when you see a figure slowly walking out of the building.
The mysterious person slowly walks towards you, as if all those flames were nothing to them.
"Did you like my gift? I made it just for you."
You immediately recognize the man's voice, and for some reason, you feel relieved, but you don't let your guard down.
"Huh, what now? Is your little boss so desperate for me that he made you do this?" you say coldly to Dabi, who lets out a laught, almost in mockery.
"Do you really think i would waste my precious time talking to you that night, and burn all those bastards, because that loser told me to do it?" Dabi was now standing in front of you, looking intently at you. You could smell a burning smell coming from him, and looking at his body, you could tell it was coming from all the skin stitched together across his body.
"Uh... yes?" You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at him mockingly.
"You're funny [Name]." He says as he steps closer to you, standing just a few inches away.
Dabi then takes your hands, one of them he places on his shoulder, and the other he grabs with his hand while he places his other on your waist.
"H-Hey, let me go!! You stink..." "How mean... you shouldn't talk to people like that."
He says, feigning sadness, but then grin at you. And he starts guiding you from one side to the other, almost as if you two were dancing.
"Y'know... Now that I've made it a point to get you fired, why don't you reconsider my offer?" "Why do you want me there?"
"Things would get more interesting, you are interesting." He says without going into details, but you feel like he has a bigger reason for it, however you decide to remain quiet.
You look at him curiously, and then look away, your expression becoming enigmatic. After thinking for a few minutes, you look at him again, who has been looking at you since the moment he pulled you to dance.
"After what happened to the building, I think everyone will suspect me... so maybe it's not a bad idea for me to join your stupid little group."
A mocking smile breaks across his face, and he pulls you closer, his grip on your waist tightening.
"Heh, you won't regret it."
You watch him, and then look away, seeing the building surrounded by blue flames. The place you hated the most, the people you hated the most, being reduced to ashes, just the way you always imagined.
That brought you a strange sense of relief, but you were a little worried about what would come next. After accepting Dabi's offer, you couldn't run after it, it was all or nothing.
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You enter the room, and see Dabi relaxing on the couch, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Did you see it?" He says turning his head to look at you.
"How could I not? That video you made is everywhere now. It's starting to get annoying..."
He looks at you with an unreadable expression, but soon after he lets out a laugh, almost childish, at what you said. Dabi settles back on the couch, getting up to sit on it, and patting the free spot next to him, indicating for you to sit with him.
Placing your hand behind your neck in embarrassment, you walk over to him and sit down next to him. You turn to the side and see Dabi staring at the ceiling, as if he was thinking.
"He's not dead." When he says these words in a low tone, you tilt your head in confusion, but willing to hear what he has to say.
"But I'm sure he'll sink deeper and deeper as the days go by...." he says, mocking Endeavor's situation, which had his worst exposed to everyone.
"Next time, he won't be breathing anymore, I'll make sure of that." As much as you swore not to get attached to all of this, don't get attached to him, your chest sinks at his words, knowing what will happen the next time they see each other.
"Yeah..." you say looking at the ceiling too.
A silence settles over the place, but somehow, your thoughts are the same.
Endeavor won't be the only one to fall in the next time.
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— A/N: First, two things:
1. I think this was the BIGGEST fanfic I've written in my life...
2. And this is the first time I've written something like this, so I don't know if it's one of my best works. 💀
However, I found it really fun to write something different from the usual, but I won't always bring that kind of thing here, since I usually write more cute and romantic things.🥹
Btw, my birthday was on the 23rd!! My age is starting to get serious, which is making me a little worried about what will come next, but at the same time I'm happy that I can still be with those I love, including you guys, who always support me here!!💖💞💕
Also, look at my birthday cake!!!! I love ALNST so much, but it also brings me so much pain.....🥲
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starlazergazer · 2 years ago
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Nervous
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Request: Anakin is pining over the reader who is a Jedi but is kind of oblivious and shy. Starts off with noticing his gaze from across a room and what the reader thinks are innocent touches but then escalates to thick tension that the reader chooses to ignore due to the code. Eventually Anakin can’t take it anymore and does something about it.
Warnings: Nothing just so much sweet fluff it’ll give you a tooth ache
Word Count: 5.5K
A/N: Actually wrote this one twice lol trying to decide how to do it and went with an alternating reader and Anakin point of view structure as well as changing a few things about the original request that I hope work out so as always let me know what you think!
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“You’re staring” a whispered voice suddenly popping up on his right snapped Anakin out of his stupor, his spoon dropping loudly into his bowl in surprise as he jumped slightly, eyes snapping down to his padawan wearing an expression that was much too amused for his liking.
“I’m eating alone snips” he grunts, picking back up his spoon and making a point to keep his eyes down “I have to look somewhere”
“Sure sure” she nods seriously from beside him, moving her head closer to his shoulder and looking out over the room just as he had “well now that I’m here should we both stare at Y/N?”
At the mention of your name he jumped again, moving immediately to try and quiet Ahsoka and only achieving in knocking his bowl to the ground, the spoon reverberating loudly against the bowl as they strike the ground, soup spraying up and splashing Anakin and Ahsoka’s feet, effectively drawing the attention of the entire room.
On instinct Anakin’s gaze came up and sought out yours immediately, catching a small amused smile on your lips, gaze snapping back down to his feet as he felt one of his own grow on his lips in response, mentally scolding both himself and Ahsoka as he felt the tips of his ears go red.
“There, are you happy now?” he asked Ahsoka, sending a glare in the young padawans direction, getting the girls best attempt at holding in her laughter in response. “Yeah that tracks” he sighed, bending down to pick up his now empty bowl. Rushing from the room before he could embarrass himself in front of you any further.
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You weren’t entirely sure why you were nervous.
It was a simple, kind gesture, he’d either accept it or he wouldn’t and that was it. You were a general in the republic’s army, you had been in several active war zones left with nothing but your saber to protect you, you could give Anakin Skywalker a ration bar.
In truth this wasn’t something you would normally have ever considered to do. Sure you’d talked to Anakin a few times in passing, even had one mission together that went fine, but you certainly wouldn’t consider yourself friends, colleagues at best to be honest.
But all throughout lunch you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes on you, could swear through the corners of your own that he was looking right at you throughout the meal, and though you knew you were probably being delusional you had to admit it stuck with you.
Between that and the way his eyes so naturally found yours right after the bowl dropped there was some stupid part of you that felt like it was your fault it all happened, and thus felt the need to make it up to him in return.
But as you entered the briefing room, catching Anakin sitting in one of the chairs encircling the holoprojector alone, his soft green eyes scanning the room around him, the way his long slightly curly hair fell so beautifully just above his shoulders, the soft smile that played on his lips as he listened to the conversations around him, you remembered just why you were nervous in the first place. Because being the object of Anakin’s attention for any amount of time always had your heart racing.
Before you could talk yourself out of it you strode up to Anakin’s chair and thrust the bar out in front of his vision, watching the man recoil ever so slightly at the surprise of its appearance, his gaze following your arm up to your face, the corners of his lips perking up into a slight smile even as his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, wordlessly asking you a question.
“I figured since half of your lunch ended up on your shoes, you’d be hungry” you shrugged, feeling your face heat up as he slowly broke out into a wide smile, taking the bar eagerly from your hand, his fingers brushing up against yours ever so slightly as he did so.
“You saw that huh?” You weren’t expecting the question, had already been ready to walk over across the room and take a random seat on the opposite side reliving every embarrassing moment of this short conversation instead of paying attention. Instead, you were stuck awkwardly standing above him, suddenly completely unsure of what you should do with your now empty hands.
“It was pretty hard to miss” you admitted with a small chuckle, delighted to see his expression mirror your as you did it, using this confidence to keep speaking “the good news is there are certainly worse things to be stuck smelling like for the rest of the day”
He laughed at that and you liked the way he laughed, the way his whole body seemed to curl around the sound, the way he almost leaned into you as he did it, your mind already going into overdrive as you worried if you were standing too close to him.
“Oh here this seats empty” another thing to catch you off guard as Anakin gestured vaguely to the seat next to him.
With no real reason to object, and even a small part of you the relished the simple gesture, you nodded sitting down next to him, not missing the way he shifted his weight to lean closer to you as you did so, in fact focusing way too much on that fact. Probably just so that he could hear you better in the loud room.
“Here” you heard him say from beside you, breaking off a portion of the ration bar you had just given him and holding it up to you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow in response.
“I got that for you” you stammered, not taking the piece from his fingers “you know after you embarrassingly spilled your lunch all over your shoes in front of the entire cafeteria”
He shook his head at that, unable to pull a small smile from his lips as he did so, “Well I was trying to be nice but if you’re just going to bully me, I’ll rethink that course of action” and with that he quickly popped the piece he was offering to you into his mouth.
You giggled back at him at that, your shoulder brushing up against his as you did so, immediately pulling back from him, scolding yourself for invading his personal space for a second time in the span of five minutes. It was going to be a tough meeting.
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Anakin knew he should probably leave you alone after that.
After pulling you in to sit with him through the incredibly boring tactical meeting and embarrassing himself in front of you at lunch you probably felt like you had seen enough of him for the week at least.
But fate, it would seem, had another plan as he walked into the jedi library and saw you standing in front of one of the shelves.
Still he could’ve gone to another part of the library, he really only needed to look up one thing, he’d be in and out in a few minutes flat. But then you were on your toes, your arm stretched far above your head, the other steadying yourself on a lower shelf, trying desperately to reach a book on the top shelf that fell just inches from your hand. And he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
He was already approaching you before he could stop himself, already ready to reach up and effortlessly pluck the book you wanted from the shelf, but then he saw you bend your knees slightly, getting ready to jump for it.
And that was why his hand immediately went to your waist, to stop you and pull you back slightly, to stop the entire top shelf from falling on top of you as you tried to pull the desired book down. Least that was what he told himself. Why he felt the need to pull you deeper into his chest as he did so, well he had less of an excuse for that.
He was ready to crack some sort of joke about your height, about the catastrophe of an avalanche of books you were about to cause, but then you spun around to face him, big eyes gazing up at him through your lashes, lips slightly parted in surprise, and he felt the words die in his throat, completely forgetting whatever he was going to say in an instant.
“I could’ve gotten it” you objected halfheartedly with a small laugh, and much to his pleasre he could see a new pink hue dusting your cheeks.
“Well I could always just put it back” He shrugged as he leaned in close to you again, reaching over your head to put the book back, telling himself it was just committing to the bit
Then your hands were on his chest and Anakin felt his breath faulter, his movements halted in an instant as you pushed him back from the shelf softly, a wide grin on his face mirroring yours as you did so, the two of you sharing a soft chuckle before he handed you the book, a little sad it was too large to have his hands brush against yours as he did with the ration bar, missing the soft tingle that reverberated through him from the simple contact.
You thanked him with a soft smile, turning to go back to your seat at the desks and Anakin was already talking himself into choosing a desk across the library from you. Telling himself he owed you some respite from him today, even if he had already ruined his last attempt at that as soon as he entered the library.
Then you were talking to him, his brain taking a brief moment to pull himself to attention at your words. “here this seats empty”
He’d never been so happy to hear his own words repeated back at him.
With a smile and a nod he followed you back to the table, giving you a brief moment to pull some of your notes and books towards you own seat and out of his way before sitting down, absolutely relishing the fact that you were making room for him to sit next to you.
“What’re you researching?” he asked you, nodding to the screen in front of you, eager to keep the conversation going.
“Devaron” you answered simply, Anakin watching the way your eyes flicked back between him and the screen as you talked, focusing more on the way your lips moved than the words they said, getting only half sentences if he were honest as you explained your plan to infiltrate a separatist encampment to steal back a holocron.
He let his posture relax more the more you talked, his weight shifting to lean more towards you without even thinking about it, his knees with a mind of their own going to rest softly against yours as he leaned in to look at your screen as you explained, not missing the way you immediately pulled your knee back at the contact, scootching ever so slightly away from him as he leaned in, trying desperately to not let your actions get to him.
Instead he pushed it a little further.
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You didn’t even have the chance to think about moving before he was just there, his head floating mere inches above your shoulder, ends of his long hair tickling your ear softly as he peered at the text displayed before you.
“Oh here” You tried to ignore the way the words came out as a squeak, the flush of red on your cheeks at the feeling of his chest just barely skimming your back as you started to lean away, letting him get a better look at the screen before his hand shot out to your shoulder to stop you, pulling you back to your original position.
“No it’s okay you’re fine” he assured you softly, eyes never leaving the screen, hand never leaving your shoulder.
Immediately your brain was in overdrive, focusing on your breathing too much trying to make sure it wasn’t too loud, on the hand that rested on your shoulder and the tingle it sent through the area as his thumb brushed softly up and down, on the scent of his cologne that completely encapsulated you in this moment.
“Would you quit fidgeting it’s hard to read with so much movement coming out of the corner of my eye” he teased you breaking you from your thoughts.
“Well if you’d just let me move you can have the screen all to yourself” you defended, trying again to lean away from him only to have his hand hold you effectively in place.
“you’re not giving me your seat it’s fine we can share just sit still for two seconds” he protested, never once moving from the spot just above your shoulder.
And you tried, oh how you had tried so hard to be still, but he was right there, one of the most gorgeous beings you’d even seen mere inches from your face, the skin beneath his touch burned on your shoulder, his slightly musty scent seemed to completely encapsulate you, and you found it hard to focus on anything but Anakin Skywalker.
Then too quickly he was pulling back, shifting back around to sit down in his seat, a concentrated look on his face as he bent over some of the books you had pulled.
And all you could think about was that that had to have been done on purpose. The way his knee rested against yours when you sat side by side, or his shoulder bumped yours when you walked, you could explain all of that, even the way he seemed to pull you into him as he grabbed the book from over your head, or the way his eyes always seemed to be planted on you when you turned to look at him. Could chalk any of it up to wishful thinking, to innocent touches, to signs of friendship. But what had just happened?
You could read his screen from your position now without straining, without even shifting your weight towards him, there was no reason to get that close, not unless he wanted to.
But the back of your mind was screaming at you, protesting that you were being ridiculous, that there was the jedi code to think of, that Anakin was too good a jedi to even think of breaking it just to form an attachment to someone.
“Why don’t Ahoska and I come with you” His words snapped you back to reality, your cheeks heating up as you realized you weren’t entirely sure how long he had been speaking, how long you had been blatantly staring at him.
“Oh-are you sure?” you asked him in surprise.
“Yeah” he shrugged nonchalantly, looking up from the book before him with a soft smile “Ahoska could use the practice, and it sounds like you could use the backup”
“That would be great actually” you said honestly, gaze flickering back to the map before you, already forming a plan in your mind as you spoke “having a full team there in case things go wrong would be perfect”
“Great” Anakin grinned back at you, a hand coming down to clap your knee softly as he stood, Anakin pulling his hand back from you sooner than you would have liked “We’ll meet you at the loading dock tomorrow morning”
“Sounds good” you smiled back at him as he turned to leave, watching him walk back through the doors, not even thinking to question the fact that he never accomplished whatever he had come to the library to do.
-
To say that Anakin was happy to see the seat next to you on board was empty was an understatement, he was absolutely ecstatic to the point that not even Ahsoka’s teasing smirk sent is way from across the space could ruin it.
Bounding up to you happily he planted himself in the chair next to you, knocking into your side playfully as he did so, “You ready to go steal a holocron?”
You seemed almost surprised to see him, as if you hadn’t heard him come aboard and walk over to you, but still you painted on a smile, though one that didn’t quite reach your eyes, Anakin’s brain immediately switching over to concern. “what’s wrong?”
You scrunched your brows back at that, immediately pulling away from him though only slightly, gaze going to your feet “what? Nothing?”
He just shook his head at that, his eyes immediately going to your hands and the way your fingers absentmindedly picked at the skin around your nails as you avoided his gaze. Without even thinking his hand shot out, encapsulating one of your in his, his fingers effortlessly intertwining themselves in yours, Anakin wanting to admire just how well your hand fit within his but too preoccupied In trying to figure out what was wrong.
His touch pulled your attention back to him, your gaze bouncing back and forth between his eyes, clearly trying to decide if you should say something.
“It’s alright you can talk to me” he all but whispered, nodding encouragingly, all but begging you to let him in.
“It’s dumb” you dismissed quickly, eyes casting back around the ship but your grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly, Anakin unable to do anything but smile slightly at the gesture, using his thumb to rub lazy circles on the back of your hand.
You gaze was drawn down to your hands in response and Anakin felt his movement hiccup, a brief pause as he worried for a second that was he was doing was wrong, that he was making you uncomfortable, but then he saw the edges of your lips turn up almost imperceptibly and he felt his heart swell in his chest, taking a deep breath and giving your hand a small squeeze letting you know he was here.
“It’s just-“ you stuttered and stopped, finally looking back up at him “Is it dumb that I’m more nervous now with people going than I was when I was going alone”
And though Anakin could never think anything you thought was dumb he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at that, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion at your words “what? Why?”
“Because it’s like” you sighed and he felt your grip go light in his, felt you start to pull away from him, but this time he wouldn’t let you, keeping his grip tight he pulled you softly into him, your shoulder coming to rest calmly against his, your grip thankfully returning in response as a soft chuckle escaped your lips, a sound Anakin grasped onto eagerly. “It’s like now I’m responsible for three more people ya know?” you asked hesitantly, gaze going out to spy on Ahsoka and Rex talking calmly across the room “before it was just me but now if something goes wrong…I just don’t want any of you to get hurt because of me”
And Anakin couldn’t help but grin at that, not wasting the opportunity to lean over and hide his smile in your hair, suppressing his urge to press a kiss to the crown of your head as he did so, “its not dumb, it’s sweet”
You pulled back at his words, eyes going suspiciously to his face “you’re laughing at me”
And with those words he couldn’t help but chuckle, even as he tried to protest “no I’m not-“
“You are” and even your voice started to bounce as you held in your own giggles, Anakin’s cheeks aching ever so slightly as he chuckled back in response.
“No its not-“
But you cut him off again, pushing off of him to stand up but he kept his grip firm, effortlessly pulling you back down into your seat, sure that you had let him do it anyways. “hold on hold on let me explain” he tried to calm himself down, unable to think of anything at first but at how close you now sat next to him, your thigh pressed firmly against his as you all but sat on top of him.
“Look Ahsoka, Rex and I have been on hundreds of missions before and we’ve always made it back” you looked up at him doubtingly and Anakin had to fight the urge to melt into your gaze “we’ve had hundreds of missions go wrong on us, very wrong, and we’ve always been able to handle it. This one won’t be any different”
Your gaze casted back out to Ahsoka and Rex a soft shake in your head as you spoke again, your voice small and hesitant “are you sure”
And finally, Anakin let go of your hand, using his now free arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into a soft side hug before he whispered “yeah I’m sure”
-
“As far as the plan?” Ahsoka asked you from the copilots seat, looking up at you from where you stood behind Rex’s chair, watching the separatist encampment come into view.
“There’s three entrances” you explained, barely able to tear your eyes away from the window “main one then two others on each side that are much smaller used mostly for transporting supplies. I’ll take the east one, you and Anakin take the west, Rex stays back here with the ship ready to shoot anyone or take off quickly depending on how things go”
You cast your eyes to look back at Ahsoka who was nodding her head softly as she thought then up to Anakin just behind her chair only to see he was already looking down at you, shaking his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re not going alone” he objected quickly “you and Ahsoka take the west I’ll take the east”
You physically recoiled at that, brows scrunching up back at him in confusion, not entirely sure where this was coming from all of a sudden “this is my mission, I was going to go alone anyways”
“And now we’re here” he shot back, making it a point to avoid your gaze as he watched Rex’s landing “so you didn’t have to be alone”
“Hold on I was fine with going alone you were the one-“
Ahsoka interrupted you as you started to get louder, pointing an accusatory finger in Anakin’s direction “I’ll take the west you two go together on the east”
“no” Yours and Anakin’s answer came quickly and in perfect unison, Ahsoka rolling her eyes in response as she crossed her arms over her chest, a posture that now perfectly mirrored both your’s and Anakin’s.
“Look based on the encampments shape the west side will be the less populated one so it makes sense that I take it alone and the two of you take the more difficult one” she tried to explain.
“If that’s the case than I-“ you were ramping up for your argument but watched as Anakin’s shoulders slumped slightly in response, not letting you get out another word before he was conceding with a simple ‘fine’.
As if you had never said anything you watched as Ahsoka grinned triumphantly up at her master, a gesture that just seemed to annoy him further though you still caught a small proud smile snaking its way to his features.
“Hold on-“ you tried to object again but Anakin was already exiting the cockpit, giving your shoulder a soft tap and squeeze as he did, leaving you frozen in space as you watched him go.
“What on earth just happened?” you asked the room earning a small giggle from Ahsoka in response “this was my mission did he really just come in and steamroll his way into making all the plans”
You watched Ahsoka and Rex share a look from their seats before answering in perfect unison “you get used to it”
You groaned softly at their response but couldn’t help but laugh softly at the situation, running a tired hand over your face “I just don’t get why he wouldn’t just let me go on my own, does he not trust me?”
“No he trusts you” Ahsoka tried to assure you quickly but you could already feel yourself spiraling.
“I mean I told him that I was nervous before we took off what if he thinks because of that I’m not capable”
“He speaks very highly of your abilities as a jedi” Ahsoka shook her head in response, stealing a glance at Rex as she did so “I know for a fact that he trusts you with his life”
At that you had to stop, your mind reeling for a second at the thought that Anakin could have spoke so highly about you to Ahsoka before, it wasn’t like he’d ever really been around you enough to know that. “I don’t-“
“Look” Ahsoka sighed with a slight chuckle, spinning around in her chair to face you “he likes you, he just wants to make sure you’re safe”
“But you’re his padawan” you pointed out in confusion “he likes you too and you get to go off on your own”
At this Ahsoka smirked slightly, turning back around to face the window “yeah but it’s different with me”
This only had you more confused “how is it-“
Before you could ask, however, Rex interrupted you “alright we’re here” in surprise you turned your gaze to the window to see that you had in fact landed, you too focused on your talk with Ahsoka and fight with Anakin to even register that fact. “Now you two get going let’s get out of here as quickly as possible”
-
You were uncomfortably aware of every part of his body that was touching yours, the way you could feel his chest rise and fall against yours with every breath, the way you really had no choice but to look at him.
“Come on I know you’re mad at me” his voice came out in a whisper, prompting you to turn your head up tentatively to look at him through your lashes only to see him already looking down at you, his hands pressed against the wall above your head trying to give you as much space as possible. “I’m sorry I ended up picking the worst spot to hide I didn’t know-“
You cut him off before he could go on any longer rambling “It’s not that”
He scrunched his eyebrows at you “then what is it?”
You shook your head slightly at his expression, casting your gaze back down, desperately wishing you were anywhere but here to have this conversation. Instead of just moving past it like you had hoped he would, however, Anakin stayed silent, his gaze firmly locked down on you, practically pulling the answer out of you.
“It’s this whole mission” You sighed, not missing the way Anakin seemed to only get more confused.
“This was my mission, a simple break in and grab the holocron” you tried to explain “then you ask to join with Ahsoka and I agree and all of a sudden you’re the one making the plans pushing me out of my own mission by delegating me to a less important part, telling me I need to have a partner and can’t go out on my own”
“that’s not-“ You cut him off again before he could deny it.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s my mission. That means you sit down and listen to my plans you don’t get to come in and tell me what I’m going to do and not do on my mission that’s not how this works” You paused for a quick breath, finally chancing a look back up at Anakin “You can’t demote me, not here not now”
His eyes bounced quickly back and forth between yours, concern evident on his face as he formulated his response, taking a moment before speaking “I’m just trying to protect you”
“I don’t need your protection” you countered with a small huff “I’m a fully trained Jedi knight I can handle myself, but I know you’ve regularly got Ahsoka doing more dangerous stuff than this so what about protecting her?”
“It’s different with her”
And there was that explanation again, that same cop out excuse that didn’t tell you anything. You could hope, tell yourself that you knew what it meant, but you didn’t, you needed to hear him say it.
“Why is It different?”
Anakin didn’t say anything to that, deep breaths echoing through his chest to your own as they rose and fell against one another, his eyes bouncing back and forth between your own, quick trips down to your lips that you swore were only in your head. But at that point every time you had overthought your and Anakin’s relationship was whirling around in your head. Every time you looked up to see him already staring at you, every touch he seemed to go out of his way to make, every excuse he’s made to hang out with you or be close. It couldn’t be all in your head could it?
“Are you okay?” The question seemed to come out of nowhere, surprising you slightly, your head backing up to softly bump the wall behind you.
Because in truth you weren’t, you could feel your heart crawling up into your throat, could feel every point of contact between the two of you now like electricity dancing over your skin, could feel the burning desire to just close the small gap between the two of you. But the code, always the code.
“I’m fine” You brushed him off, turning your gaze back to the ground, anywhere but his.
“Hey” He called out to you softly, fingers dropping from over your head down to your chin, pulling your gaze back up to his softly, his fingers dropping down to the side of your neck quickly, pressing softly into the skin. “Your heart is racing”
You could only feel it get faster after that comment, could feel the way your cheeks got hotter from beneath his worried gaze, brushing his fingers off you quickly “I’m fine”
“Is it the tight space?” He was whispering quickly now, already inching his head towards the grate trying to peak out.
“No I’m-“ you tried to object but he was already running off on his own tangent.
“If you need to get out of here we can try and sneak out” he was inching more towards the grate by the second, hands coming off the wall to try and pry it off.
You couldn’t let him leave yet, it was too early the two of you were bound to be caught, so you reached out, grabbing his face in both of your hands and pulling it down to meet your gaze “Anakin it’s not the tight space” you watched his brows bunch up in confusion again, letting the rest of your sentence spill out of you before you could think better of it “it’s you, it’s the way we’re pressed up against one another, the way you keep looking at me like that. It’s you, you make me nervous”
You could practically see his brain stutter, all his features relaxing for a moment as he processed what you said, the corners of his lips ticking up slightly as he did so “I make you nervous?”
“Yes” you breathed out, the panic within you forcing you to tack on more to the sentence “of course you do,  you have a reputation of regularly jumping out of moving speeders and are actively trying to sneak out of our hiding spot before it’s time”
A smirk grew on his face at your words as he dipped his head closer to yours down at your eyes level, so close your noses were nearly touching, his hands planted firmly on either side of your head against the wall “but that’s not in the way that you meant it. Right?”
You watched the way his tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting his bottom one quickly, eyes snapping up to meet his again with a blush staining your cheeks a deep enough color you were sure he could see it even in the dim lighting. “Why is it different with Ahsoka?” You whispered the question so softly you weren’t entirely sure he could hear it.
But god help you he chuckled at it, his eyes twinkling softly as he inched forward even closer, “because I’m not in love with Ahsoka”
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sugar-crash · 1 month ago
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🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑
(Beginning Relationship Pt. I Edition!)
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(I thought this song would be fitting considering King Candy’s voice is based on the vocal performance Ed Wynn did for the Mad Hatter… That and its… Nostalgic🔑 [I saw the animation meme culture rise and fall.] lol)
- So, as we all know, the more unpleasant parts of his personality (which could tie him to Turbo) are suppressed, and hidden, though they can still peak out when he’s feeling particularly malicious.
- He’s a slime, a real manipulative rat who’s so sure he can keep everyone in the dark, who takes it slow with you at first to try to maintain his hard work.
- There’s a clear wall between what he displays in front of others and how he is, just the way he likes it, but honestly— If you mean so much to him, you get a weird mix of the two (well, more than usual), a kind of sweet goofiness that’s followed up with a snide remark about being the most skilled in some specific topic.
- Again he’s not the best lover, though from his previous indiscretions he has learned to be more open to others feelings— But only for your sake, mostly cause he can’t stand anyone else besides you…. And Sour Bill sometimes, but he’s mostly the personification of a minimum wage worker.
- Spending time together after hours is a must, though he’s more understanding now than he was before, not demanding every moment of your time but relishing whenever you do.
- I think all that time alone before Sugar Rush got plugged in made him lonely, and less stubborn to admit that he wants that comfort from someone else.
- I don’t think it’s much of a far reach when I say maintaining the King Candy persona is something he is very fluid in, but it’s exhausting at times.
- When he gets that seldom time alone without any of his kingly duties he finds himself yearning for your comforting touch, that stubbornness making way as he makes Sour Bill retrieve you.
- I can see moments between the two of you to be on the tamer side, not as many arguments like Pre-RoadBlasters, little to none really, but there are these tense moments where you ask him something a little too close to home and he becomes stiff in your arms if only for a brief moment.
- As much as he wants to be, not only for himself but maybe even you— He isn’t perfect, he isn’t the person he tries so hard to be, that gleeful and peppy voice going flat the second he isn’t feeling it anymore.
- It becomes apparent the more you know him he’s far more serious than he lets on, puffing his chest up slightly when things don’t go his way and he has to play dirty, which he’s certainly no stranger to...
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- In comparison to himself when the arcade first ever opened, he’s certainly grown from that childish hatred, for better and for worse.
- He’s more affectionate for one, providing you with comfort fitting to how you are feeling at that moment, little compliments, and gestures of affection to quell your anger and anxiety in a matter of seconds.
- Quick to learn every little thing about you to make sure he’s able to relate to you, though his intentions with this information go back and forth.
- He wants everything on a silver platter, not only for himself but also for you, making the other subjects of Sugar Rush bend over backward for you, even when you object to all the attention.
- I think one of the ways he dotes on you in a way is date planning, various areas in Sugar Rush vary which can be very nice date spots… He seems like the picnic blanket and tea liker as King Candy, as stereotypical as that is lol.
- Though if that isn’t your style, he can always do dates at the castle, like baking— chatting the night away, it’s the simple things in life <3
- Even with his character growth he is far from a good person, which we all know and love for the most part. He’s fully aware that the things he does to bar you, Venallope, the Sugar Rush inhabitants, and even the arcade entirely is cruel, spiteful even. But what could he have done? Let himself fade into obscurity and be characterized after one of his biggest mistakes?
- No, no, not when he still has so much to provide— He’s a person, just like everyone else, better yet he was programmed to be better. Why should he stand aside and let the world spin without him? Why should he look at you from afar when he has every right to want you?
- That’s part of the reason why he’s so adamant about keeping his spot as the monarch of Sugar Rush, he’s the rightful ruler after all.
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kasu-meow · 1 month ago
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I think this is a bit of an unpopular opinion at the moment, I haven't seen anyone else say this, but... I love Gojo Satoru with all my heart, and because I love him so much, I am so glad that he is dead and is staying dead.
Ever since he was born, he was labeled as the strongest, and he was unable to be anything else except a weapon. He is so far above everyone else that most people don't even stop to consider that he is a human too, and the one time he allowed himself to love and be human, the object of his affection was ripped from him by the same society that put him in a box and forced him to carry all the burden alone.
Ever since then, Gojo Satoru has been shouldering the bulk of the responsibilities of Jujutsu society, living in regret, wondering "what if?" and desperately trying to protect the ones who now walk the same path he used to, because even though he lost what was precious to him, maybe he can make things slightly better so others don't have to go through that pain.
In my eyes, Gojo Satoru's is a story of loss, of pain and regret. The only thing he desperately clung onto was the hope that if he just pushes on a little longer, and mentors the new generation, that maybe he can really affect something in this godforsaken society, make it just a little better for the next generation, but not for him; it's already too late for him. He has already lost everything.
And so he became a teacher, even though he "doesn't want to do any more babysitting," he fought the people who made him a tool to protect the ones he knew could create the change he was seeking, and even though he knew he was walking towards his death, he still put on a smile and reassured his students saying "Nah, I'd win."
Even though he sacrificed himself to wear down Sukuna and let his body be used like the tool it was always perceived as, just so he could save everybody, what did he get? No one cried for him, he wasn't remembered for his kindness or selflessness, but was only blamed for his mistakes because then again, he is a weapon, a tool. Gojo Satoru will never just be a person.
But at least... now it's over. He doesn't have to fight anymore. He left Earth knowing he did his job, and that his students have got it from here on out. He is finally able to breathe and rest, and he was even reunited with the only person who, despite it all, saw him for what he was. Not Gojo Satoru, the strongest, but Gojo Satoru, the guy who likes Digimon, eats kikufuku and smiles despite everything. The one person who was willing to destroy the entire Jujutsu society to protect Gojo Satoru, who really cared about him, and the one Gojo Satoru did everything for. He finally has what he always longed for, and he made peace with his own death. He tied up everything he had left on Earth, and chose to let go because he is no longer needed. The reason he couldn't be revived with RCT was because his soul was no longer clinging to this plane of existence, because finally Gojo Satoru got what he wanted, a new generation of allies who will grow even beyond his potential, and will carry on his vision and make real change in the world.
Gojo Satoru is finally resting and at peace. I miss him, so much, but if he were to come back, what would he be coming back for? He would have to leave Geto Suguru once again, even though the first time almost killed him, and for what? To go back to being who he was, playing the role he used to play, fighting to swim upstream in a world that sees him as nothing more than a machine? What does he have left on Earth now, besides the life of a weapon? He did everything he could, and Jujutsu society will start changing now because of him. He even died the way he always wished for, killed by someone stronger than him, who recognized him, and swore to never forget him.
For the first time in a decade, I believe Gojo Satoru is truly happy where he is. And I really, really want him to be happy. I don't want him to force himself to smile for the sake of someone else like he is used to, I want him to be able to let loose and be himself with the people who appreciate him. I don't want him to go back to a miserable life of loss and regret. So yeah... it pains me, and I miss him, but I'm glad Gojo Satoru is dead, and I hope it stays that way.
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hoseokslefteyebrow · 3 months ago
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The Anomaly || JJK
Chapter 9: Flunctations
summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.
wordcount : 2.5k
Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, eventually Character x Reader (idk who yet tho)
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The object which contains the veil is destroyed by Yuuji, and you can't help but notice how pretty the veil looks beautiful as it dissipates into nothing.
" wait- the anti sorcerer veil is the only one that got lifted, right? But didn't we break three of these? Including the one Ino broke?"
Yuuji realizes. Megumi's eyes are on you. You look distracted. After the veil went down, your eyes returned to the direction where the odd pull of cursed energy is coming from.
" You okay?" 
You snap back to reality, glancing back at Megumi, who looks as unbothered as always.
" Yeah, just- nevermind." 
You sigh, shaking your head. Things were brewing in Shibuya. This could be a trap, no matter how familiar the feeling is. Megumi searches your expression, but he doesn't push it. You'll find out what that call is later. You're needed here now.
" Either they used all three to lower one veil, or the other two were dummies. Either way, sorcerers are free to move now. That leaves the veil trapping Gojo sensei and the veil trapping the civilians. I wanted to interrogate the old man, but it looks like he's out cold."
You glance at the man, who's laid unconscious against a fence. 
" I could heal him partially?"
" That's a waste of effort. There's no guarantee he'll work with us. We should rejoin Ino and-."
" Ino!" 
Like he was summoned, the guy appears to be plummeting from the sky, not to far away from you. Megumi is quick to summon Nue, while Yuuji jumps down, a short cut of some sort. You uncap the water skin with clean water, coming to his aid as Yuuji catches him.
He looks bad. He's all roughed up, bleeding particularly nasty from the top of his head. You don't waste any time. Manipulating the water to surround your hands, you press them to the wound on his forehead. To your worry, he doesn't react to it. Nonetheless, the wound heals, the water on your hands melting into his skin.
" Y/N, your water-" 
" Yeah, I know. It's alright, it does that with heavier injuries." 
You explain, continuing to heal the wounds on him which you can see. The ones that look particular nasty. More and more of your water melts into his skin, but you'll be fine. 
Besides, you can always use your own sweat to work with, no matter how uncomfortable and weird that is.
" Don't heal everyone you see. We need you in battle." 
You shake your head.
" I can't not do that, Megumi. I'm a healer first." 
Megumi sighs at your words. You smile at Him.
" Don't worry. I never run out of water sources.- Anyway, Ino won't be able to fight anymore, he'll have to tap out." 
" I'm gonna go beat them up."
" Itadori, I understand how you feel, but what's our priority right now?" 
Yuuji sighs.
" Gojo sensei." 
" The veil's lifted. Those guys might've escaped already. Let's get Ino out of here."
" Take care of Ino for me." 
Your mouth opens slightly in surprise, your eyes shifting from Ino to Yuuji.
" Where are you going?"
" I'll head to the station." 
In a way, it's the best option. But the idea of operating in Shibuya alone right now?
" All right, but-" 
" If I die, you'll kill me, right?" 
Yuuji's grinning, pointing fingers guns at Megumi. 
Megumi seems surprised, but doesn't verbally react to it for a moment.
" Besides, I have Mechamaru with me. Even though he has been quiet for a while." 
Megumi sighs, getting up. Nue flexes it's wings as Megumi does so, ready to take off with Ino on hs back.
" All right, as long as you understand." 
" I can come with you?" 
" No." 
Both guys are quick to turn down your offer, causing you to raise a questionable brow.
" What's that supposed to mean? " 
" You have to stay alive. You can't die in our universe. " 
" Exactly. And I'm going where it's more dangerous, so you'll be safer with Fushiguro." 
You give both of them an offended look.
" Are you calling me weak?" 
Yuuji blinks, an obvious sign that he absolutely did not mean that. Megumi sighs too.
" Don't be fussy about it, Y/N. You must have people back at home who are worried about you. You can't die here. It's cruel." 
Megumi fixes you with a look, and you pout, before sighing. He's right. Your parents, your friends, they must all be incredibly worried about you. Hell, with how long you've been here, you wouldn't be surprised if they were mourning your death. You want to see them at least once, before you die.
" Fine. But just... be careful." 
Yuuji grins at you, nodding. 
" Don't worry. I'll be there the day we find you a way back home. " 
He's playfully winking at you, and then he's running off.
You and Megumi turn around, making your way towards the edge of the veil trapping civilians. 
Every few seconds, he glances at you. You know him well enough to know that he wants to ask a question.
" Hm?  What is it?" 
For a moment he doesn't say anything, walking on, but eventually, he finally speaks.
" What had you so distracted earlier?" 
You turn to him in surprise.
" Oh. Something is pulling at my cursed energy. I've felt it before, but I just can't remember where." 
He sends you a worried glance.
" Pulling at your cursed energy? " 
" Yeah. Like someone else is using it. Which is weird, because I don't exist in this universe." 
A real pity. He thinks to himself.
" Like a call?" 
" Exactly like that." 
" Do you still feel it?" 
You nod.
" I do." 
" Where is it coming from?" 
You stop walking, glancing in a specific direction.
" It's sort of distant, but my guess it's that it's coming from somewhere on the other side of Shibuya." 
-
Inumaki Toge was annoying, and useless. 
Now of course, Sukuna was well aware that he was simply greater than his senpai, especially in hand to hand combat, considering the Heavenly Pact he's been blessed with at birth. However, he also knows that Toge's cursed technique can simply step on him like a bug. 
By now, Sukuna has realized that there's something wrong. He's definitely not home, and this Inumaki seems to be completely unfamiliar with him. Every move he taught his senpai was not being used currently. Nonetheless, Inumaki is throwing punch after punch, trying to aim on his face. A stupid move. He knew all his schoolmate's fighting styles', and there were only a few who stood a fair chance against him in hand to hand combat. Zen'In Maki, and Itadori Yuuji. Not Inumaki Toge. 
What Sukuna doesn't understand is that Inumaki was not using his cursed technique. If he wished, he could have easily defeated him with a few words. Currently, Sukuna simply dances around him, using the space around him to their advantage. He's sparred with you often enough to know how you move. He knows it well enough to copy in a situation like this. In fact, the only reason he's ever been able to beat you is because he can predict your movements. An opponent who'd stand against you with no knowledge of how you move, would lose in a heartbeat.
Either way, he was starting to grow bored. Smoothly avoiding punches and kicks can only be so much fun. Finally, he throws a punch back. And of course, it hits Inumaki square in the stumic, sending him flying back into the building.
Sukuna blinks in a bored manner at him. Yeah, this guy definitely wasn't familiar with him.
" You've got no idea where the little shit is, do you?" 
Inumaki coughs, holding his stumic as he gets up. he's visibly sweating the situation. Sukuna shakes his head again, glancing at the mess of curses running around behind them.
" We've wasted enough time fighting. Just answer some questions of mine... please." 
Sukuna hates the word please. Inumaki blinks at him, surprised, though his suspicious is confirmed. This must be the Sukuna from your universe indeed.
" Is Y/N here?" 
Inumaki nods. 
A new kind of feeling spreads through Sukuna's body. Hope, longing. He can't wait to see you again.
" Is she alright? Is she here?" 
Inumaki shrugs his shoulders. Sukuna nods, turning to face the curses, who have slowly begun to bother citizens.
" Kay'.-" 
He likes to pretend he doesn't care.
" You do you. I'll handle it here."
And just like that, he goes back to ripping through curses left and right. The display is disgusting, blood splattering everywhere. People around him seem to be uncertain whether to be terrified of him or not. However, he can't find it in himself to care.
As much as he hates it, you'll have to wait. He has to take care of these annoying, ugly creatures first.
-
Both your and Megumi's eyes simultaneously widen.
" Is that...?"
"A domain." 
Both of you have arrived somewhere, you're not even sure where or why, but you're there, and that's that. 
Allies of you are in there. without a doubt.  But how does one even go in there?  You've haven't reached the level or circumstance to create your own domain just yet, nor do you have the same raw strength Yuuji seems to have.
Both of you are sweating. Hard.
" Y/N. Hold onto my arm." 
Megumi isn't looking at you as he speaks, his gaze focused on the ball in front of you as he approaches.
You send him a furrowed brow. However, noticing he's clapping his hands together, your eyes widen.
" You can do a domain expansion?"
He nods.
You follow his command, your hand holding his arm gently.
" yeah- since the mission under the bridge.- It's not perfect yet."
In any other situation, he might've reveled in the feeling of your hands on him. But you've got business to take care of.
Within seconds, Megumi's domain is up and running, and soon enough, he breaks through the barrier of the other domain.
" Maki!" 
This domain is built up of the ocean. And even though it's made up of cursed energy that's not your own, you can still feel it.
It's is build on the power of the ocean. Of a place where you're at your most powerful.
Meanwhile Maki's eyes widen. 
" Megumi!" 
A little too enthusiast, the two of you had launched yourselves into the domain, sending you jumping quite a height that left you feeling a little bottomless. As someone who's natural element is water, you don't mind bottomless, usually. However, you find that you do mind the bottomless feeling when you're skyhigh, where you can see the floor coming towards you. From the corner of your eye, you can see something red and black manifest. A weapon. You understand the gist, and throw it in Maki's direction.
" Y/N. That octopus thing is the source of this domain." 
You nod at Megumi.
" Don't worry, I've got your back. " 
Meanwhile, the octopus thing turns towards the two of you.
" You dare voluntarily invade my domain? How foolish." 
At once, he sends some kind of huge eels at you. You reach out, your own cursed energy managing to take his own in a chokehold. If it was only you right now, you'd test your limits, and see if you could take control of his domain. However, you're not alone. You have people to watch out for. So instead, you deploy your cursed technique in ways you're well aware of.
Creating the rings of water you're so fond of, you manipulate his cursed energy to your will. the cursed energy in the form of water cuts through both eels, and the two of you safely make it to the ground while Maki whacks her special grade cursed tool across the curse's back.
" What is that?" 
" Cloud jumper." 
You nod at Megumi's words. You've never seen that weapon before, but Maki makes good use of it, whacking him with it once again.
Meanwhile, he also sends two more creatures at you. You furrow your brows, stepping in front of Megumi protectively. Megumi opens his mouth to warn you, call you back. But he's left to watch in amazement as you manipulate the water below to cut into the first creature with ease. You turn your attention to the other one, but Nanami beats you to it, his 7:3 technique hitting yet again.
" What about the other two?" 
Nanami asks, holding a protective stance in front of the two of you.
" Ino's tapped out. Itadori is acting on his own." 
" I'll cover you, please focus on your domain." 
You glance at him.
" Let me handle this. I can use the curse's cursed energy. " 
Nanami's eyes are wide as he looks at you.
Nonetheless, you nod at him with confidence.
Nanami nods. You glance quickly at Megumi, noticing his bleeding nose. Your eyes widen in worry.
" Megumi-" 
" I'm fine. Cover for me.- Nanami, the octopus thinks our domains are pushing for control. But that's not what I'm after. I'm going to create a hole. The one we entered through is already sealed. It's harder from the inside, but I can make it large enough for someone to pass through for a few seconds. The edge of this barrier is right below me. I know because I can feel it. I'm ready anytime. All three of you need to jump in at once."
Nanami throws a serious glance back at the teenager.
" The two of you are not planning on staying behind, are you?" 
" I think I have a chance in taking control of this domain. I'll get Megumi and me out of here." 
Megumi grins.
" We're risking our lives. But we're not planning on throwing it away." 
Soon enough, Nanami is yelling  for the other two to join. 
" Quick, right below Fushiguro's feet." 
You focus on the curse in front of you, creating a huge circle of spinning water around you. If it were to get to close, it would cut right through it.
However, your focus falters as someone enters the domain.
Especially as you see who it is.
Fushiguro Toji.
[ A/N:  Thank you for your quick reactions, besties <3, drabbles will join after Shibuya arc.] 
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imagineitdearies · 3 months ago
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~ A Flawed Eternity ~
(AKA drabbles set in the Perfect Slaughter universe.)
In which Astarion and Halsin discuss intimacy.
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Astarion was getting frustrated with himself. 
In the midst of one of the most heated embraces they’d had in a long while, his body pressed down over Tyrus’s lean frame on an actual bed, his hand entangled in those soft, snow-white locks, his erection rubbing against the seam of Tyrus’s thigh and groin—in the midst of heaven, Astarion’s thoughts dragged him back into hell. 
It was something so simple. Just Tyrus’s hands, already gripping his back and hip, squeezing a bit tighter. And then Astarion’s mind suddenly decided to translate the enthusiasm into obligation. 
All at once he felt used, dirty. Out of control. 
Objectively, he knew Tyrus expected nothing. Astarion was the one who had the inconvenient drive for sex, the one whose body quite physically yearned to touch and be touched like this by Tyrus with such a force he pushed himself into discomfort. But that knowledge didn’t stop the unsettling feeling chilling his spine now as he felt the grip pulling him closer. Like he’d once again become nothing more than a thing to be used.
Was he not allowed this anymore? Astarion silently lamented whilst kissing Tyrus harder in defiance. Did he not deserve both freedom and pleasure? Was this the gods’ petty punishment, some final penance for his supposed wrongs?
Fuck that, Astarion inwardly growled, and didn’t think further before he reached down, grabbed the grasping hand at his hip, and pinned it above Tyrus’s head.
Tyrus broke from their kiss, staring up at him with wide eyes as they both caught their breath. Clearly confused—though not frightened yet, at least.
Astarion let go of his wrist before that could change. Then pulled back entirely and faced slightly away from his partner, swallowing down a small portion of guilt. He hated being restrained, even for a moment, and Tyrus surely carried a similar sentiment. 
“A bad memory?” Tyrus said softly, as they had taken to asking each other.
If only it were that simple. 
“Let’s trance,” Astarion sighed. Throwing Tyrus a tired smirk, before nodding at their surroundings, “Who knows how long we’ll be invited back into this cozy little inn, after all.” Half-grateful, half-bitter when Tyrus didn’t press him further about the reaction, just held his hand with a bit more carefulness than usual as they tried to rest.
The following dusk he headed to the lapping river shore early, using the cloak in hopes to get a moment alone before Halsin showed up and they had another of their ‘talks’ prior to the night’s quests.
But Halsin was already there, to Astarion’s annoyance, trying and failing to skip stones whilst humming a tune under his breath.
“Waiting all day for me, darling?” Astarion teased as he approached, trying to shrug off his annoyance. “Good thing Cynda doesn’t seem the jealous type.”
Halsin turned and smiled at him. “Not at all. She has a voracious appetite herself,” he replied—and then let out a low chuckle at Astarion’s grimace.
The half-drow girl had somehow wormed her way into his affections with the same speed Tyrus once had, if in a sisterly way. While objectively he would support such a thing, Astarion felt how he imagined Tyrus would at the implication of her sexual exploits. And maybe a tad jealous, too, of how easy Halsin and Cynda’s affections seemed to be.
“Well, you two can make up for Tyrus and I, then,” he huffed, waving a dismissive hand before looking out at the vivid sunset.
“You seem bothered lately, every time you mention your relationship with him,” Halsin mused. “Why is that?”
Astarion felt his hackles raise, along with another flash of guilt. “Bothered? He is—we are—our relationship is the only good I hold claim to,” he sputtered. “It’s the reason we’re all free, alive—he’s wonderful, perfect, deserving of whatever he—” Astarion cut himself off when he realized Halsin wasn’t trying to argue. He let out a slow breath and finished, “If I’m bothered, it has nothing to do with him.”
Halsin slowly nodded. “Understood.” 
There was a minute of silence, the large elf managing a single skip from one of his four next stones before Astarion felt the urge to explain further. Half to defend Tyrus still—but also because, after the last few tendays, he’d found with some begrudgement it was helpful to get things off his chest. Allow them to be spoken, examined by an outsider, validated or questioned so he could articulate what he was feeling to himself.
“I told you we haven’t had sex since our freedom,” Astarion started eventually. “And I suppose that is beginning to bother me.”
Halsin paused mid-way through throwing a stone, raising a brow. “Have you talked more about it together?”
Astarion grimaced but nodded. “A little. He likes it but doesn’t need it—his sister must have stolen all his ‘voraciousness,’ I suppose, I didn’t think for years he’d even want to try it. But it’s me, who really wants to and keeps . . . stopping us. I did it again earlier today, before our trance.”
He paused, waiting for one of Halsin’s insightful questions or interjections, but the elf stayed silent. Just held out a smooth, flat stone for Astarion to take.
Astarion huffed but did, rolling the rock around again and again in his hands. The older elf at least knew how to pick the right ones for skipping, even if his execution was dastardly. 
Slowly, Astarion forced out the words, “I don’t want him to think about me in terms of sex. I don’t think I want anyone to . . . and I know of all people, Tyrus doesn’t want me for that, but every time we get more intimate the prospect of the act itself clouds my reasoning. I feel used, like my body is being exploited, even though I know rationally otherwise. I was the one who initiated it!” he finished with a bitter laugh. 
Halsin hummed. “Do you feel the same when you masturbate?”
Astarion felt his insides jolt in fear, for some reason. “I lived as a sex slave for nearly a century,” he growled, barely resisting the temptation to throw the rock in his hands at Halsin instead. “Why in the Hells would I be doing that?”
“Self-pleasure can be a very healing thing,” the elf replied in that sage, even tone of his, unbothered by Astarion’s blunt words or scathing tone. It made Astarion wonder a lot of things about the elf’s background.
“I don’t—” Astarion sputtered, then recovered, “There’s nothing about sex that feels like pleasure anymore. Not unless it’s with him.”
Silently, he questioned his own words. Nothing about the sexual acts he performed for and with his victims for Cazador had given him any sort of pleasure, after the first few years of doing it. Hells, even kissing felt like a burden until it was with Tyrus. But seeking pleasure alone?
Cazador had found him the last time he tried, Astarion remembered with a sudden nausea. Which explained his initial fear at Halsin’s question. It was a hazy, old memory his mind clearly didn’t want to hold onto—but in investigating the pieces of it that remained, the bastard’s words came through much too clear: “I always knew you were a slut, boy, but a deviant too? If you’re so desperate for it, then . . .”
“Astarion?”
He blinked, realizing he had been staring ahead at nothing, white-knuckling the stone. “I don’t think it would be any fun, for me,” he recovered in a hoarse voice, trying and failing to smile.
Halsin didn’t respond right away. The older elf spent a minute looking around for more stones to throw, leaving Astarion to recover from the harrowing memory in silence. 
Finally, once he’d gathered a handful, Halsin nodded at Astarion and said, “You might be right—especially at first. But there’s a lot of things you two have and do, that you’ve said used to be triggering or considered impossible. Perhaps this is another thing you might . . . reclaim, in a sense.” When Astarion just frowned, the elf added, “And it might help you feel more comfortable with your body in the future, if you want to try engaging in sex with Tyrus again.”
Sex with Tyrus. Truly, Astarion had gone too long without it. Just the words brought up a dozen delicious memories—the dual sensation of Tyrus kissing at his neck and kneading hands into his ass, the little whimpers that left Tyrus’s parted lips when Astarion gave him pleasure, the warm tightness of him encompassing Astarion’s cock, that last time—and Astarion had to look away, glad he couldn’t blush and that Halsin would have no way of knowing his cock had just twitched in his trousers.
Back when Cazador caught him, Astarion had just been trying to self-soothe and give himself one small good thing in the midst of hell. When he and Tyrus were intimate, it felt like a way of giving each other comfort or providing distraction from their terrible reality. Even a method of cleansing himself of what he did on other nights without Tyrus.
But now? He was simply desperate, just like Cazador used to goad him about. 
The smallest look, word, or action could have been used against him—pointed to as signs of interest, framed as evidence to why he’d asked for whatever torture happened next. Nine years ago, just failing to hide his benign interest in the drow had earned them one of Astarion’s worst punishments to date.
His desire, perceived or real, had always been used and weaponized against him. 
Maybe that was what made it still feel like a dirty, dangerous thing now.
Astarion distracted himself from all the painful realizations with an insult: “You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” he huffed, watching another of Halsin’s stones plunk into the water.
Halsin chuckled. “Ganyl’s given me pointers, but I wouldn’t mind a few more.”
Technically, Astarion had only tried out this pastime once on a slower night in Rivington—but his accuracy had yet to fail him in most things. “Step aside, darling,” Astarion smirked, lifting the rock and getting into position.
He threw it with unerring form. Astarion’s smirk broke into a true smile as they watched it skip along the surface of the calm waters, something close to four dozen times before the stone sank just a few meters off from the opposite shore.
Halsin made a low whistle, shaking his head. “I’ll keep practicing,” he said around a hearty laugh.
Astarion gave one more smirk before dusting his hands off his trousers, turning to go.
But the older elf was never one to leave him without some call to action, in the six times they’d met thus far. “Will you consider the idea?” Halsin asked behind him. When Astarion paused, glancing over his shoulder, he continued, “It doesn’t have to be a specific act, or with an end goal in mind, you see. Self-pleasure can mean a lot of things.”
Like what? Astarion wanted to ask. But he had a bit too much pride still, to admit to just how lacking his knowledge was in this area. “If I ever get a moment alone with all this ‘infiltrating the Gauntlet of Shar’ talk, perhaps,” he conceded with a huff.
A thrill of both fear and anticipation shot down his spine, however, as Astarion walked away. He knew if he tried to touch himself and keep his mind blank, his thoughts would end up crowded with a thousand terrible memories. But if he could manage to fill his mind with only what he wanted to do—be with Tyrus, at least in his imagination . . .
Then Astarion might look forward to a bit of alone time, soon.
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xzaddyzanakinx · 1 year ago
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| Not Yet |part two
An Anakin Skvwalker X FemReader Oneshot
18+ MNDI
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Warnings: Eventual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, oral, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, CNC, dacryphilia, name calling, choking, maybe more?? Idk
Aggression, anger, biting, pinching,
Info: Unburned Anakin, Darth Vader Anakin - No Mask, Established Relationship, Anakin is broody but but he adores you, He destroys something of yours and he’s not sorry.
Personal Headcanon that I let leak into this fic very slightly: Anakin is gross. He is so nasty during sex and I love it. Makes me absolutely feral.
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Anakin POV
She’d come to find me, I could hear her in the hall just outside my office. She knew me well enough to realize I’d bury myself in work to avoid confrontation with her.
Just as I thought I’d be met with an angry fist rattling the metal door, I heard her walk away. I reached out through the Force, just to feel her, make sure she was okay.
Guilt, she felt guilty. Because of me.
I signed, letting my head drop onto my desk and turning to look at that stupid fucking mask. Taunting me with its unforgiving hollow eyes.
Was it really worth it? The power, the fortune? Is it worth it if this is what becomes of me?
What if one day I put on that helmet, and it stays on even after I take it off? Is it even a facade anymore?
No. I’m still me. The Great Lord Vader, would never sit at his desk twirling a pencil in the air as a distraction from the tears streaking his face. I’m still human.
I am. I’m still human, humans make mistakes.
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I stepped into the living room, ears on high alert. It’s 2:00 am and if I woke her up now she’d be even more angry at me.
I folded my outer robe and sat my helmet on the couch. Running my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles in my pajama shirt from the heavy fabric that had crumpled it.
Not that I cared, I was just wasting time. Trying to brace myself for the potential of the nearest object to her being chucked in my direction. I’ve seen her angry, but never like this. This was a different kind of angry, it was hurt and sadness disguised as anger.
I couldn’t feel her waking presence, so she must’ve been sleeping. It felt like I’d been knocked down a few notches when I realized she’d fallen asleep alone. In all three years we’ve been Lord Vader and his Empress, I’d never been late enough to miss a goodnight kiss.
I walked cautiously to the bedroom, standing in the door way and watching her gentle breathing. She always looked so serene like this, unblemished, unburdened, pure bright light against the blackness.
I ground my knuckles into my eyes until I saw spotted colors, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. A few stray tears had made their appearance again at the sight of her lying there alone.
I contemplated sleeping on the couch. Maybe she didn’t want me to join her, she always waited up for me.
‘No. She was upset, she was just tired.’ I told myself as I walked around to my side of the bed, but I was quickly proved wrong.
Is that?
That fucking bitch.
Her pink vibrator was laying on my pillow. She’d fucked my pussy without my permission.
How did she even find that?
It stayed put away, for this exact reason. She knew the rules, she knows I’m the only one who can use that on her. Yet here she is, blatantly disobeying me, flaunting it. She purposefully left it on my pillow.
No worries. I can make sure this never happens again. My hand shot out to grab the vibrator as it flew through the air, upon impact with my palm I closed my fingers around it until I heard it snap.
The shards of plastic and torn silicone felt to the floor and scattered in pieces. It must’ve been loud enough to startle her because she shifted her body and I stood as still as possible. Despite what I’d just done, I didn’t want to wake her.
My eyes locked on her leg as it moved and flopped to the side limply. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but as I double checked my mouth watered.
She’d fallen asleep without putting her panties back on. Her pussy still coated in her arousal, the soft starlight shining through the window cast an ethereal glow on her lower half. As if the gods themselves were encouraging me to have a taste.
| flash back |
Panting I picked up the pace and changed angles ever so slightly. “All you can do is drool for me?”
Once again, no answer.
“Say my name,” I laughed at her loudly watching her struggle “I’ll stop right now princess. You know I will.”
I slowed my movements before she finally spoke, “No! No pl-please don’t stop.”
“Let everyone know who’s pussy this is hmm?” I teased her collarbone with my tongue, nipping at the thin skin.
“Yours. Anakin it’s yours.”
“Fucking right it’s mine. You know what I do with what’s mine?” I growled lowly flicking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.
“Y-you take it wh-when you want, whenever you wa-want.” She barely managed to choke out the words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Whenever I want. You’d let me fuck you awake huh? Get this pretty pussy dripping before you even know what’s happening.” The mental image flashing in my mind was nothing less than unholy.
“Fu-huck, baby you want that? Pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” I groaned, resting my forehead on hers.
She nodded, trying to pull me closer for a kiss but I stopped her.
“You want that? Want me to fill you up while you’re out cold? Say it. I need to hear you say it!” My tone was demanding, now that the thought had crossed my mind I desperately wanted confirmation that she’d be okay with it.
Her hot breath ghosted my lips and I leaned in, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently. A strangled whine of ‘oh god yes’ rolled out of her straight into my mouth and damn me to hell if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
| end flashback |
I shook the memory away, clearing my head to truly weigh my options here. Go to bed, or take what’s been offered to me?
My dick made the choice for me, it’s hardness becoming uncomfortable to the point that I was stripping my clothes before I even realized I was doing it.
I tip-toed to the bed, carefully assessing just how deep in sleep she was. Feather light touches along her calves turned into lips on her thighs. Tongue gliding along the smooth flesh on her inner thigh, I stopped where her leg and pussy meet, pressing my nose into the crease and inhaling deeply.
Her scent had me salivating, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have a taste.
I laid my tongue flat against her folds, gathering up as much of her slick as possible just to swallow it all down with a satisfied smile… she didn’t even flinch. I delved back between her folds lapping at every centimeter I could. Leaving no place untouched, no part of her neglected by my tongue’s caress.
Getting alittle braver at her lack of response I pushed my luck. Pressing my nose against her sensitive clit, already beginning to swell from my touch. My tongue slithering into her entrance, I couldn’t help but groan as the warm wetness dripped down my chin.
Her hips moved suddenly and I found myself holding my breath, fully expecting her to jump up and smack me, but she didn’t. I waited a moment, watching carefully before returning to the task at hand.
The moment my lips suctioned on her perfect little clit she moved again, no… not just moving.
She was trying to fuck my mouth. God she’s perfect. Even in her sleep she’s desperate for me.
I decided to go a bit further, slipping one finger between her folds followed soon after by a second. She was so wet that it hardly took any effort at all to finger fuck her, my finger tips hooked and dragging against the spongy spot inside her.
A whimper escaped her lips and I just had to have her back in my mouth. I pinched the top of her clit, pulling it up gently to roll it between my fingers while flicking my tongue across it. Alternating with gentle suckling until she ground her hips against me.
Her walls clamped down on my fingers and I knew she was close, I sped up my fingers, applying pressure as I massaged her hole. Keeping her clit between my fingers and at the mercy of my relentless tongue.
Before I had time to react, my face and hands were dripping, my mouth coated in her juices.
Did she just?
“Oh fuck.” My cock jumped when I realized what happened, she’d squirted, all over me, all over the sheets. It left a gorgeous little puddle on the bed beneath her.
No drop went to waste, I cleaned my chin with my tongue, savoring it. My cock rocking into my slick fist while I slipped my middle finger past her lips, she deserved to taste some of that hard work didn’t she?
What was left on my hands I licked from my palms and sucked each finger clean, running my hands over my chest and stomach for good measure.
I lined up with her, my cock barely brushing against her folds already had me weak in the knees. I could’ve unloaded into her the moment my head was enveloped by her soaked pussy. The squelch as I pushed deeper into her was obscene, disgustingly delicious.
As slowly as I could bear I finally sheathed myself within her, her eyes fluttered open momentarily before shutting again so I completely stilled all my movements. My cock practically grew a mind of its own, as hard as I tried to stay still my hips rocked into her anyway.
She moaned, a full, throaty moan when she jerked under the stimulation of my tongue sliding along the underside of her jaw. My cock twitched and I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly, stopping my movements again as that familiar white hot feeling tried to envelop me much to early.
“N-no. No. Not yet.” I whimpered, close to tears as I tried to hold it in. “Not yet. Not yet.”
“God fuckin’ damnit!” I slammed my fist into the wall, not caring when the noise made her jolt, I was too busy pumping her full of my cum. The sticky substance dripping out, I watched closely where our bodies met, mesmerized by the sight of it.
“Shh-shit fuck.” I groaned, my dick throbbing painfully, every second I was fully sheathed in her like this was as if I stood on the property line of heaven and hell. Giving myself as much time to recover as I could stand too.
I couldn’t keep torturing myself like this, so I gave up on being gentle enough to keep her asleep. I sped up every so often, trying not to startle her to much when she began to wake up.
I concentrated on sloppy kisses across her shoulder, caressing those perfectly perky nipples to draw out an angelic whimper from her plump lips.
Fuck. Those lips.
Passionately I let my tongue graze her bottom lip, nipping it between my teeth. Her eyes fluttered again as she subconsciously tried to kiss me back. I must’ve moaned too loud or gripped her waist too tightly because her eyebrows furrowed and she sleepily opened her eyes.
“W-what’s? You’re back?” She managed to get those few words out as her lips were still trapped under mine.
“Mhm, I’m back princess.” I let one hand come up to cradle the back of her neck, tipping her head back for easier access to the tenderness of her throat.
“Why- what’s are you d-doin’ Ani?” She moaned, still not fully awake, so I thrust a bit harder and watched as realization washed over her face.
“Shh shh baby it’s okay. Jus’ taking care of you.” I guided my other arm beneath her waist to pull her into me.
“Wanted t-to say sorry. To make it up to you,” her cunt clenched tightly at my words, “fuck baby you can’t be doing that, don’t wanna cum.”
She slowly returned to the land of the living, her moans growing louder with each slap of my balls against her ass.
“Hear that baby? You made a mess for me.” My voice deep and gravely in her ear, the nasty *shlick* of each thrust being audible made it hard to keep focus.
“Did? I did?” She questioned.
“God yes baby, fucking drowned me, you tasted so sweet.” I began to ramble off nonsense to her, my brain getting fuzzy.
“Ah- huh… Anakin” her words cut short, whatever she was saying got swept away as her orgasm stole her breath.
Her chest heaving, tits bouncing as I pounded into her. Eyes becoming unfocused as her pupils dilated and her legs wrapped around me shakily.
“Fucking squeezing me so tight.” If I clenched my teeth together any harder I might break a tooth.
I slid my arm from under her feeling the hills and valleys of her curves on its way to her tender neck. Giving a gentle squeeze on either side of her throat, just hard enough to make her vision go blurry.
“Ani- please.” Her mouth hung open wide, eyes looking up through her lashes at me.
“What is it princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” I lifted my other hand and gripped the head board firmly to leverage myself as I change pace to relentlessly pound into her.
“Need more.” She whined, digging her fingers into my biceps as she held on.
She yelped at the sudden change and her cunt fluttered around my cock, my thrusts faltering slightly as I felt myself get closer. I watched her eyes roll back, enjoying the way her face twitched as I rubbed harsh circles into her clit via the Force.
“You forgive me baby?” Innocent enough that she wouldn’t question my motives.
“O’course.” She groaned beneath me as a tightened my grip on her neck.
“Good.” I growled, “now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this.”
“Huh?” She was confused and I laughed at her contorted face.
“Huh? What do you mean huh?” I moved my hand from her throat to grip her chin and force her to look at me.
“You fucked this pussy without asking didn’t you?” There was no answer, just a look of lustful fear in her eyes.
“Was it better than this? Could that fucking piece of plastic make you feel like this?” I shook her chin, digging in my fingers.
“N-no it was-wasn’t even close.” She stuttered looking to her right, expecting to see the pink vibrator.
“Shhh it’s okay baby. I made sure you’ll never have to worry about that piece of shit again.”
Her eyebrows knitted together looking at me confused. So I decided to do something alittle creative.
“Wanna see?” I asked, condescending tone sneaking into my words. I didn’t wait for an answer, I just reached behind myself and called the broken pieces to hover above her face.
“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel like this huh? Make you cum on their face in their fucking sleep?” I shook her chin again, leaning back slightly to change the angle of my thrusts.
“So cock-drunk you can’t talk?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed around me.
“Oh… gods.” She tried to speak but that’s all she got out.
“Fucking answer me!” I shouted, sending the plastic shards straight into the wall where they stuck in the metal.
“An-Anakin m’ so sorry.” She sniffled under the intensity of everything I was doing.
“Look at you, pathetic.” I laughed at her tears as she tried to wipe them away.
“No. No leave them. Wanna see how sorry you are princess.”
I drew back my hand as she tilted her head back to moan loudly, taking the opportunity to slap the shit out of her just to hear her squeal.
“Je-Jesus. You liked that?” Her body shook and I felt a new gush of slick coat my cock.
She nodded fervently, eyes begging for more. So I gripped her throat at the base squeezing tightly and watching her eyes cross as I pinched her clit with the Force.
My hand drew back… and I suddenly had a wicked idea. Bringing my palm to my opposite shoulder preparing to give her the hardest back handed smack she’ll ever receive. As soon as my knuckles made contact with her cheek she produced a noise I’d never heard her make before, an animalistic groan that shot electricity straight to my dick.
“G-god damn.” I watched her body convulse under my touch, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, she came with a loud shriek that forced me to cover her mouth quickly.
“Y-you… oh fuck.” My teeth clicked together as I felt my resolve slipping. “Look at those pretty tears. Crying for me while you take my cock so well.”
I leaned down to lick the salty tears from her face, paying extra attention to her red hot cheek, soothing it with sloppy open mouthed kisses.
“God this cunt, this perfect little cunt.” My hips grinding against hers as I let the dam break feeling my cock twitch deep inside her. Babbling incoherent nonsense into her shoulder as I shuddered against her.
“Fuckin’ dream about it, god I’d fucking live in it if you’d let me.”
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day 1 of @palasakiweek !!!
day 1 prompt: hurt/comfort / sickfic
summary: crystal's on her period and suffering with it. niko helps with movies, noodles and cuddles.
notes: wrote this for my girlfriend :3 ( @giolovesyousm ilysm <33 )
also on ao3!!
found the place to rest my head (never let me go)
Niko awoke to the loud repetitive beeping of her alarm. She reached over to turn it off, but stayed lying down for a few minutes, just looking around her room. It was strange seeing all her things organised so differently – she may not have been living in Port Townsend for very long in the grand scheme of things, but she’d gotten used to where everything was there; everything had its place in the one huge room that was her apartment. Now, it was all different. The bedroom itself was smaller, so her bookshelves had all been pushed together and there was less wall space for her many posters. It was a welcome change, but a month after moving in, she was still getting used to it. Although, anything was worth it when there were other things mixed in with hers. She wasn’t alone anymore - she had Crystal. Crystal’s clothes were hung amongst hers in the surprisingly large wardrobe in their room, Crystal’s music posters joined her anime ones on the wall, Crystal’s long purple jacket hung right next to her thick green one on the back of the bedroom door. Having a roommate was brilliant, but even better that she was her girlfriend.
Niko rolled over, intending to gently wake the girl in question up – she always managed to sleep through the alarm somehow – only to find the other side of the bed completely bare, the space where Crystal should have been lying so cold, as though not having been slept on in hours.
Worried, she got out of bed, slid on her bright pink dressing gown and left the room. It really wasn’t like Crystal to go anywhere without telling Niko first, especially this early in the morning on a day they were supposed to be meeting Charles and Edwin at the office.
“Crystal?” she asked into the quiet of the apartment.
“’M’in the kitchen,” came a quiet response.
Niko entered the kitchen to find Crystal sitting at their small two-seater table with a cup of coffee in her hands. Her hair was strewn everywhere and she had bags under her eyes as she smiled weakly.
“You’re up early,” Niko said, walking over and dropping a kiss to the top of her girlfriend’s head on her way to the fridge.
“Does it count as being up early if you didn’t sleep in the first place?” Crystal replied as Niko poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“Oh. You okay?”
“Y’know how I started my period yesterday?”
Niko nodded.
“Yeah well, cramps decided to hit just as I was trying to get to sleep last night,” Crystal groaned, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Oh no. They’re bad?” Niko put her glass down on the table across from Crystal, instead running her hand through her girlfriend’s hair. Crystal relaxed slightly. “Day 2 always hits you hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yep. Took painkillers at like 6, they’re barely doing anything. What time is it now?”
“Just after 8."
Crystal’s eye’s widened in panic.
“Shit. We said we’d be at the office for 9.”
She made to move but Niko gently pushed her back into her chair, shaking her head.
“Nuh uh. You need to rest,” she insisted.
“But we’ve got new clients coming in, Charles and Edwin-”
“Charles and Edwin have been doing this a long time, I think they can manage this one without us.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, apparently unhappy with the idea; but Niko knew Crystal too well by now, could tell she was secretly relieved at not having to leave the flat. “Wait, without us? You don’t have to stay, you know. I’ll be fine.”
“But I want to.” Niko leaned down again, this time pressing a kiss to her forehead. Crystal’s eyes closed and she smiled. “I’ll go tell the boys.”
Niko headed into the living room and picked something up from the coffee table. At first glance, the object looked like a simple rock, like something a child would bring home from a day at the beach. However, it was actually one of two communication devices they had received as payment for a recent case. They were similar to the Spirit Finder stones the boys already had, only these ones were connected to each other, and worked like an audio texting device between any two locations. There was a phone in the office, but Edwin had insisted they use these stones – the phone was for clients only.
She tapped the rock three times, waiting for it to glow white to indicate the connection. She thought it was wild how easily her mind had adapted to the existence of such magical objects. But, she supposed, a lot of things become much more believable after you have two troublesome sprites try to rip you open from the inside, and then get killed by an evil witch’s spell but survive because of a magical bear stone and live in an alternate dimension for a few months until you find a way out. Yeah, that makes a lot of things easier to take in.
“Hey guys!” she spoke into the rock. She didn’t feel the need to check they were there; they always were, especially when the girls were due to go over. “Really sorry but me and Crystal aren’t gonna be there today! Crystal barely slept last night, she’s on her period and she’s not feeling too great so we’re gonna stay home and chill. Hope everything goes well with the new clients!”
She tapped the rock once again to end the message, and waited for a few seconds. Sure enough, the white glow returned and Charles’s voice sounded from the device. None of them had any idea how the sound came from the stone – there were no speakers – but who were they to question magic?
“Hey Niko! That’s fine, we’ll manage without you guys. Hope Crystal’s feeling better soon and we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
Three taps.
“Yeah, hopefully!”
Niko went to return to the kitchen, but suddenly remembered something, and turned back into the living room, making a beeline for the bookshelf. She pulled a handmade square of quilted fabric off a large mason jar, and was met with groans of disapproval from its residents.
“Too fucking bright!”
“Seriously, are you trying to blind us?”
Kingham and Litty had also returned to the plane of the living when Niko did, and the others continued trying to convince her to get rid of them. Niko had refused. They had, after all, helped her come back, so it was the least she could do to not, you know, drown them or anything. She’d mentioned wanting to free them but changed her mind when she was met with looks of horror from Edwin and Charles.
“We really don’t need a dandelion epidemic in the middle of London, Niko.”
“Yeah I think keeping them in the jar is for the best.”
They’d complained, but didn’t seem too upset with the outcome when they’d been bought a bigger jar. And in the end, Crystal agreed to living in the same apartment as them, as long as they weren’t in their bedroom. So, the bookshelf it was.
“Look, I’m sorry for waking you but I need to talk to you.”
“What is it?”
“Seriously what’s so important you need to wake us up at the fucking ass-crack of dawn.”
“First, it’s like 8am! That’s a normal time to wake up. Second, you guys really need to be less you today.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Crystal’s on her period,” Niko explained. “She’s not feeling great and I really don’t want her having to deal with your…you-ness.”
“Oh boo-hoo!”
“Hey! She’s in pain! Wait- do sprites get periods?”
“Why do you care?” Litty asked, seemingly offended.
“She does,” Kingham nodded, and Litty groaned.
Niko really wanted to ask what exactly a sprite period consisted of given they were trapped in a jar, but she couldn’t get a word in because within thirty seconds, they were yelling at one another.
“Guys! This is exactly what we don’t want. Can you just like…be quiet for one day please?”
“Ugh, fine!”
“Can you at least put the cover back on? If we can’t talk I at least wanna get some fucking sleep.”
“Gladly,” Niko replied. “Now be good.”
With that, Niko placed the quilt back over the jar, blocking out most of the light. She took a deep breath before returning to the kitchen. She’d grown attached to the sprites, especially since they spent so long together in that weird inter-dimensional igloo, but god they could be assholes sometimes.
“Were you just talking to the sprites?” Crystal asked as she walked in.
Niko didn’t know if she’d heard them or if she could tell based on her tense expression. Probably both.
“Yep. They’ve promised they’ll be quiet today,” Niko picked up her glass of orange juice and took a sip, stepping over to stand right next to Crystal.
“Really? You sure they didn’t have their bitchy little fingers crossed behind their backs?” Crystal looked up at her, raising her eyebrows knowingly.
“Okay they probably did. But don’t worry, they won’t disturb us.”
“Thanks.” Crystal leaned into Niko. “What did the boys say by the way?”
“Charles says he hopes you’re feeling better soon.”
“That’s sweet. They’re sure they’ll be fine without us? I feel bad.”
“Crystal, they’ll be fine. They were fine for thirty years before us, right?”
“Debatable,” Crystal snorted.
She had a point.
“Still. You need to rest.”
“Fine.”
“Come on, wanna cuddle on the couch?” Niko stepped back, offering her hand to Crystal.
“God, yes,” Crystal replied, taking it.
“You go get comfy, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Niko pressed a quick kiss to Crystal’s lips before Crystal headed into the living room.
Nothing felt comfortable. Crystal tried to find a position on the sofa that didn’t feel like something was trying to claw its way out of her abdomen chestburster-style, but to no avail. She groaned, having given up trying after five minutes, when Niko walked in. She had two blankets over one arm and was holding a hot water bottle in the other.
“I didn’t know which blanket you’d want so I got the fluffy one and the thin one. I don’t want you getting too hot.”
“Thanks Niko,” Crystal smiled at how sweet her girlfriend was. “I think I’ll be alright with the thin one, especially with the hot water bottle as well.”
“Okay.”
Niko handed her the hot water bottle and the thinner blanket, folding the fluffy one up and placing it on the floor in front of the sofa just in case.
“And…” Niko started, reaching into the pocket of her dressing gown and pulling out a chocolate bar.
“It’s like 8am,” Crystal laughed, taking it from her and putting it on the side table next to the sofa.
“So? You’re allowed chocolate at 8am when you’re on your period. It’s like…the law or something.”
“Thank you.”
“Sorry that it’s just what we had in the cupboard, I can get dressed and go out and get you your favourite if you want-”
“Niko,” Crystal stopped her. “It’s great. You’re already doing more than enough for me, now come and sit down I need you.”
“Oh? What do you need?”
Niko sat down beside her on the sofa. Crystal immediately snuggled up next to her, her head on Niko’s chest and the hand not holding the hot water bottle resting on Niko’s knee.
“Just this,” she sighed.
“Ah. I can do this,” Niko replied, wrapping one arm around her and placing the other hand on top of Crystal’s, intertwining their fingers. “You comfy?”
“Yeah.”
It was nice, just sitting there in silence wrapped up in one another. It was quite the change to their usual day-to-day activities of running around London chasing after spirits and demons. Niko loved moments like these with Crystal, where she was calm and relaxed rather than her usual fiery, snarky, occasionally short-tempered self. Of course, Niko loved that Crystal too. She loved all of her, even the parts she was still trying to accept. Because no matter how mean she’d been in the past, no matter how often she lost her temper or started an argument with Edwin, she was still the person who offered her life for Niko’s after barely knowing her for two days, the person who became her friend when it felt like she was entirely alone, the person who tried her best to help her deal with her grief from her dad and convince her to get back into contact with her mom, the person who held her and cried for her as she died and was the first to pull her into a hug when she returned. She was gorgeous and messy and imperfect, and Niko loved her. She held her closer on the sofa, her hand running through her dark curls.
“I’m kinda glad we’re not working,” Crystal said after a few minutes. “I don’t know if I could handle Edwin’s…Edwin-ness today.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“I know, I know. He’s my friend and I love him like a brother at this point but…God, he can be frustrating at times. I feel like I’d just end up yelling at him when I’m this tired and like…hormonal.”
“It’s not your fault,” Niko comforted.
“I know that too, it’s just, since I got my memories back…like, I was so mean before. I really don’t wanna be that person anymore.”
“Hey.” Niko squeezed the hand she was still holding and kissed Crystal’s head. “You’re not. Who you were in the past…I know she’s technically still part of you but you’re not that girl anymore. You’re kind, and compassionate, and beautiful and sure, sometimes you and Edwin end up at each other’s throats a little but that doesn’t make you a bad person. Like you said, you’re like siblings. Most people are like that with their siblings, I think.”
Crystal looked up at her. In their position, it was difficult but neither really wanted to move.
“Thanks Niko, that really…it means a lot.”
“Well, it’s true.”
Niko leaned down the few centimetres necessary to press a kiss to the tip of Crystal’s nose, making her giggle softly.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Niko asked.
“Sure."
“What do you wanna watch?”
“I dunno,” Crystal shrugged. “You pick.”
“You sure?”
Crystal nodded as Niko reached for the remote.
♡ ⚢ ♡
Four hours went by in a comfortable domestic quiet, the two of them cuddled up together on the sofa watching the movies Niko picked, until the credits began rolling at the end of Princess Mononoke and Niko heard Crystal’s stomach rumble.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t exactly eat breakfast this morning. The only thing I’ve eaten is that chocolate we shared halfway through the first movie.”
“I’ll go and make lunch, what do you want?”
“I dunno,” Crystal shrugged again.
“You’re really not up for making decisions today, huh?” Niko giggled.
“No,” she laughed.
“Wanna try some of my noodles? They’re always good when I’ve got cramps.”
“Sure, what kind are they?”
“Well, my favourite ones are the chilli ones but you might not want those. Spicy and cramps don’t tend to mix. I think we’ve got some chicken ones in the cabinet too, they’re the ones I usually find helps with the pain.”
“Sure.”
“I mean they’re nowhere near as good as the chicken udon my mom used to make, but they’re still good.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Crystal chuckled.
“I’ll go make them, you choose the next movie while I’m gone,” Niko said, untangling her limbs from where they had become indistinguishable from Crystal’s and standing up. “This is supposed to be your day and so far, we’ve watched two Studio Ghibli movies.”
“Hey, I like Ghibli too!” Crystal argued.
“I know but I was the one who chose them so it’s your turn.”
Niko leaned down to press yet another kiss to the top of Crystal’s head before heading into the kitchen. Crystal smiled to herself – that was the fourth head kiss today and it was barely the afternoon. It had become their thing over the last couple months, and had begun when they’d only just got together, back when they were living out of the rarely used spare room of Charles and Edwin’s office. (After the girls finally got a place of their own, with funds from both Crystal’s parents and the Agency’s steady stream of clients helping to pay their rent, the boys redecorated the bedroom for themselves. Crystal didn’t ask why two people who physically couldn’t sleep needed a bedroom. She didn’t want to know.) Whenever Niko left a room, or entered it, or whenever she liked, really, she would kiss the top of Crystal’s head. At first, it was Niko playing on their height difference, the fact her lips were at Crystal’s head-height unless Crystal was wearing her platform boots, but it had become such a routine for them there were no signs of it stopping. Even Edwin found it sweet, though he seemed to feel that way about almost everything Niko did. That was one of the many things the two of them had in common: their overwhelming love for one Niko Sasaki.
♡ ⚢ ♡
Niko returned several minutes later, a pot of noodles in each hand. She handed one to Crystal.
“Hope you like them. Oh, and don’t forget to take some more meds, you could’ve had some like two hours ago.”
“Shit, yeah,” Crystal swore, moving to get up.
Before she could, Niko pulled the box of tablets out of her pocket.
“Thank you,” Crystal sighed.
Soon, the two of them were resettled on the sofa to start the next movie, both with a pot of noodles in their hands, still leaning as far into each other’s space as they could without causing a food-related accident.
“Jeez, I can smell the spice from here,” Crystal laughed.
“Yup,” Niko replied.
“Can I try some?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Niko twisted some of the noodles around the fork, as Crystal leaned forwards to eat them off it. She swallowed, then immediately started coughing.
“Holy shit!”
“You okay?” Niko asked, worried and reaching for the glasses of juice she’d poured them while the noodles were cooking.
“Yep. Just…wasn’t expecting them to be that spicy.”
“Too hot?”
“No, they were good. I like them, I just… yeah I don’t think they’d pair well with the current state of feeling as though my uterus is trying to claw its way out of my body.”
“Oh no…”
“The noodles are helping, though. Thank you.” Crystal smiled, returning her attention to her own non-spicy pot.
“You like them then?”
“Yeah, they’re so good.”
“Good. Did you pick a movie?”
“Yep.”
Crystal picked up the remote, and pressed play. Niko recognised the film immediately.
“Scooby Doo: The Movie? I said pick something you like.”
“Hey I do like this! I was obsessed with this movie when I was like 9. It kickstarted my obsession with Sarah Michelle Gellar. Then I made my dad buy all the Buffy DVDs when I was 12, then that was my favourite show for like two years,” Crystal said proudly.
“Woah."
“Yeah, imagine the shock on my face when I found out demons and supernatural beings and shit were real, and I was kind of one of them.”
“You’re my favourite supernatural being,” Niko said proudly and leaned across to kiss Crystal’s cheek.
“Shut up.”
“Nope,” Niko grinned.
♡ ⚢ ♡
“Hey,” Niko said quietly, around 20 minutes into the movie. “Do you wanna pause the movie a sec? I’ll go put the pots in the trash.”
“Sure.”
Niko stood up and went back into the kitchen, and when she returned less than a minute later, Crystal looked at her and laughed.
“What?” Niko asked.
“I just noticed, your lips are like, bright red.”
“That’ll be the noodles,” Niko giggled.
“You look somehow even more kissable than normal.” Crystal’s head was tilted to the side slightly in the way it always was when she flirted.
“Oh. Really?”
“Mhm.”
Niko barely had chance to sit back down on the sofa before Crystal pulled her in, quickly connecting their lips. Niko kissed back gently at first, not wanting to cause Crystal any more pain than she was already in, but Crystal’s eagerness spurred her on and soon she was pulling her as close as physically possible, both of them seemingly attempting to devour each other’s mouths. Niko tried her hardest to bite back the sounds threatening to escape her throat as Crystal took her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked.
Eventually, they broke apart, for no reason other than the need to breathe.
“Feeling better then?” Niko whispered.
“A little. Still feels like there’s some kind of rave happening in my uterus, but it’s not as bad as it was earlier.”
“Yay, the meds are helping.”
“I think it’s mostly you to be honest. And the noodles. But mostly you. Thank you for this.”
“Of course.”
As much as she wanted to pull Crystal’s lips back to hers, she knew they had all the time in the world for that. So, with one more kiss to the forehead, Niko gently pulled Crystal back into their cuddling on the sofa and pressed play on the movie once again.
♡ ⚢ ♡
“You up for another?” Niko asked after the end credits of Scooby Doo 2 finished rolling a few hours later. “We could watch the 2009 movie, too. You might have had a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar but I was obsessed with Hayley Kiyoko. Her as Velma was an awakening.”
“Hmm…” Crystal hummed into Niko’s shoulder.
“Are you falling asleep?” Niko giggled.
“No.”
Liar.
“Yes, you are.”
“S’not my fault you’re comfy.”
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Niko shifted to move but Crystal held her still.
“It’s like 5pm. You’re not tired.”
“I don’t care. You need to sleep in a proper bed.”
Crystal gave in, allowing Niko to lead her into the bedroom and under the covers. Niko left the room, only to come back a few minutes later.
“I refilled your hot water bottle and brought you more meds,” she said, placing them down on the bed.
“Thanks babe,” Crystal muttered, yawning.
After Crystal had taken more painkillers, Niko climbed into bed next to her. Crystal immediately resumed their cuddling from the sofa. Niko never would have expected Crystal to be the clingy type, but she is not complaining.
“You know, I’m genuinely shocked the sprites were actually quiet.”
“Well…when I made them their little quilt I may have asked Edwin to put a silencing charm on it. They were probably yelling at one another all day.”
“Genius,” Crystal laughed, burying her head into Niko’s chest.
She seemed to have made a home on Niko’s chest over the last few months. Even before they got together, they would cuddle up together on the sofa in the office while the boys were out, or in the spare room while they were there, and Crystal would lay her head on her chest, listening intently to her heartbeat as though making sure she was still there. Every time Niko would hum softly, ensuring Crystal felt the vibrations of the sound. It was her wordless way of replying, of reassuring her she was really there, she was back, and she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.
“Thank you for today,” she said, her voice more of a mumble against Niko’s pyjamas.
“You don’t need to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.”
“It’s not though, you’re my girlfriend.”
“Well as your girlfriend, it’s my job to be here for you when your period’s kicking your ass.”
“I really don’t deserve you.”
“Hey,” Niko gently took Crystal’s jaw and tipped her head up to look at her. “Yes you do. We both deserve this. Well, you don’t deserve to be in pain, but us lying here together, just…in each other’s space…we deserve this.”
Crystal still didn’t fully believe her. Niko absolutely deserved it, but she still had doubts about herself. She still carried so much guilt for the horrible person she was before she met David, the even worse person she was once he’d really gotten to her. But, she supposed, if someone as intrinsically good yet painfully damaged as Charles could want to be her best friend; if someone as hurt and austere as Edwin could value her friendship and want her around despite their bickering; if someone as sweet and kind and loving as Niko could want her like this, could feel comfortable and safe with her in her arms and want to do everything to help her when she was feeling down, well…maybe she could believe it a little. Maybe she could accept that after everything, despite what she had done in her past, she did deserve something as good as the life she had now, wrapped in the arms of the girl she loved, who loved her so much in return.
“I love you,” she said, squeezing her arms around Niko’s waist even tighter.
“I love you too.”
With one final kiss dropped into her curls, Crystal finally drifted into sleep.
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It was around 8pm when Charles picked up the communication stone that sat on one of the many shelves in the office and tapped it three times.
“Hey guys,” he said into the rock. “Just letting you know today went great! It was just a run-of-the-mill haunting in the end, so it’s all sorted now, hope you two are doing okay!”
A minute passes with no reply.
“Guys?” he says again.
Still no reply. Charles put the rock back in its place and walked over to the mirror.
“Charles, you know they said we could only use their bedroom mirror in absolute emergencies,” Edwin said from the desk.
“They’re not replying! This could be an emergency, mate, what if some poltergeist or something got into their flat?”
Without thinking for a second, Charles reached out and tapped the mirror. Ripples appeared centred on the point he touched, and the image changed from a reflection of the office to the view of Crystal and Niko’s bedroom from their dresser. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him.
“They’re probably just asleep, Niko did mention Crystal barely slept last night.”
Edwin was right. The girls were both lying there, only their heads and shoulders visible poking out of the duvet, Crystal’s head on Niko’s shoulder as they slept soundly.
“Yeah, they are. They’re fine.”
“Good. Now, are you going to help me finish up this case file?”
“’Course love.”
Charles took one last glance through the mirror at the two of them – curled up in each other’s space, holding one another close, the very image of domestic bliss – before tapping the mirror once again, leaving the two of them to their peace.
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otomiyaa · 12 days ago
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Day 19: Make up
Sampo x Gepard | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 
Word Count: 500
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I'll make it up to you.
Gepard sighed as he stared at the little note with Sampo's handwriting on it. Make up how. In fact, they never made up after a fight. Not really. It was always Gepard giving in to Sampo, over and over again. He was not going to be this weak anymore. His work and private life were supposed to be divided.
Today Sampo created chaos in the streets of Belobog again. Gepard's peers were judging him for having a 'friendly' relation with him. Gepard had made his discontent clear, and Sampo responded with just this little note.
He folded the edge of the note where in even smaller letters, Sampo had scribbled: tonight.
Gepard raised his eyebrows. Well, he was waiting. Indeed at night, familiar knocks could be heard on his door, and he groaned.
"Let's hear what you have to -" Gepard couldn't even finish. Right after entering, Sampo grabbed his collar, yanked him forward and kissed him.
"HMH!" Gepard stumbled backwards when Sampo shoved him, moving the both of them across the room while kissing messily until they reached Gepard's bed. Falling back on top of it, Gepard felt how his entire body went weak as Sampo sucked him empty with his kisses. Again.
It always went like this.
Blushing, Gepard couldn't help but moan slightly while they continued to kiss. This was Sampo making it up to him? It was just the same thing that always happened. And still, Gepard didn't even object when Sampo stripped him, taking off his shirt while they continued to make out.
Yes, this was the power of the almighty and most annoying Sampo Koski. Gepard was unfortunate to love him, and fall for his charms everytime.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Gepard was suddenly laughing mid-kiss.
"S-stop ahh- S-Sampohoho don't!" he whined when Sampo tickled him. The smirk on his face was so annoying, so teasy and flirtatious, and so flustering...
"Don't tickle you?" he hummed. "I promised I'd make it up to you. I'll make you feel smile again, so yes, I'll need to tickle you, Geppie."
This man was insane.
Gepard's eyes widened and he arched his back. "That's not-AHhnahha!" he growled. Gepard's ticklishness was his worst weakness, maybe even worse than his love for Sampo freaking Koski.
"You're not hehelping - ahahah! I'll- Sampohoho!"
Gepard wished they would just kiss and fuck all night, but Sampo had different plans. Gepard squirmed and struggled, but he couldn't escape this embarrassing situation.
"Dohohon't you dahahare- gahhhahah!" Sampo's fingers were everywhere. He had control over him in more than one way, and he kissed and tickled him until he couldn't breathe.
By the time it came to an end, Gepard was a big mess. His cheeks were bright red, tears were blurring his vision, and he was tingling all over while Sampo looked at him with that same annoying smirk.
"Are you still angry? You'll forgive me, right?"
Gepard couldn't reply. All he could do was laugh and gasp for air. He nodded.
Sampo chuckled. "Good." Gepard hated Sampo, but he also loved him, and that feeling alone made up for all the chaos he caused!
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r0-boat · 1 year ago
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Larry with pregnant! S/o
Larry being cute over his pregnant significant other
Sfw cut for length
Cw: pregnancy, domestic
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It is no secret that Larry is a busy person. He takes his job as not only an accountant but a gym leader and an elite four member very seriously and somehow still has time for all three and to have a pretty average romantic life.
His life was just about to get busier when you announced your pregnancy to him. Those onyx eyes widened in surprise as his lips parted, the most emotion you've seen from him since the two of you got together. Covering his mouth with his hand, you could see his cheeks and his ears Flushing as those onyx eyes of his sparkled with Glee. Felt the butterflies in his stomach, the same butterflies he had felt when he first fell for you.
Surprised to no one he still came into work for a while but a shock to everyone he started coming to work not on time 9:00 on the dot no this time he would come early,. In Larry's brain he wanted to be an excellent husband and father of your child and provide for the both of you, he didn't expect you to work in fact he himself would slightly discourage you from working, but he would remind you that it is your choice.
You noticed ever since the reveal of your pregnancy; your lover had become a little extra protective over you. Occasionally he would fret about sharp objects, furniture, and Pokemon, your safety when you are home alone. He called or texted to check in almost every hour when he was in the bathroom on break or between battles when he waited eagerly for the next Challenger.
When his coworkers asked about Larry coming in early, he dropped the news of your pregnancy months after you had told him(Larry is bad at telling people things). Hassle, with great interest, asks how far you are, and when Larry answers, Geeta, with a confused look on her face, responded, "What are you doing here then?" And thus his boss & his coworkers all collectively convinced him to finally use his vacation hours and go home✨
Here he was paid vacation, and all this free time. You are happy that partner and honestly a little surprised that Larry decided to stay home with you you knew how busy he was and didn't want to get in the way of his work.
Ever since Larry started to stay home, you begin to notice more things how his hand would idly start to drift towards your pregnant stomach. Your Larry before was never one for physical affection, but now, it seems He couldn't keep his hands off you.
Larry's fretting has gotten worse; now, suddenly, you're not allowed to do any more physical labor anymore. The guy even started cooking/bringing home food. Anytime he saw you doing something anything, he would say, "Here, let me help." and suddenly, he's doing the entire thing by himself while you're just standing there. You always hear him ask you if you need anything.
Larry was not used to having so much free time, so much so that he still kept himself busy attending to you; now that Larry was home, suddenly, you are no longer allowed to move from your bedroom. At the same time, Larry promised that he'd have a whole room remodeled into a nursery for the baby. It was lovely of him to think about your aching body, but you really wanted to help because this was your baby too.
Larry was a pretty average cook, but he always tried to make or get anything you craved.
His Staraptor would always try to settle atop your stomach as if you were its nest; you think it's the cutest thing, but Larry worried that his partner's sharp claws piercing your stomach would remove his bird Pokemon from you.
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2dboisloyal-devotee · 2 years ago
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i was wondering if you write for kusuo saiki and if you do can you write abt him being yandere
like on the outside around you he acts like he doesn’t want you there and act like with everyone else but in the inside he’s freaking out he’s so close to you
and i also think he becomes a cat so you would give him kisses and hugs 🤭
Yeah, I do and I can ofc. Thanks for the request & idea, anon! Hope you enjoy!
>)~Headcanons
Yandere Saiki Kusuo
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Warning: obsessive thoughts, implied threats (not towards reader), gaslight, controlling behaviors
- Here we go again... (As in another episode of Kusuo trying hard not to acknowledge his feelings and avoid you)
- The more he pushes you out his mind conciously, the deeper he's tangled in those thoughts. It's really meddlesome when falling hard for you ends up as another thing he can't control.
- Aware of the gravity his feelings could have upon you and the others, he tries to keep you away from him like he does with others.
- If the universe isn't going to push you into his way persistently unless he goes out of his way to meet you, Kusuo would feel a growing disappointment (+ guilt because you could be forgotten as a character in his world). Really now? He's annoyed and can't focus enjoying his time alone when he's filled with thoughts that you might be able to keep him company or he could make you come over. So he did.
- If the universe is somehow being kind to him, only allowing you to be by his side... well, he doesn't mind it that much as long as you're behaving yourself.
- Supposedly he doesn't mind. But now he wants some distractions aside being fixated on your presence like you're the only one matter in this world, at the same time he would hate to see others taking up your attention. You better not waste your time with a bunch like them.
- Kusuo would appreciate his inner feelings calming down by your attempts of distracting him to some desserts and coffee jelly, perhaps.
- (side note: inner because from outside he looks slightly irritated and more quiet than usual. If that put you off and you're thinking them as signs of him wanting you away from his sight since he was really cold & persistent in avoiding you, you're free to give him some space. He wouldn't stop you. When you already left, he would realize he didn't stop you. So, he brings the nearest fitting object to some island before butchering it up until it's no longer recognizeable. He stays in that island for an hour with a great storm happening.)
- After that, Kusuo would tackle most activities such as doing one of his/your hobbies with you. Once in a while, it's good to enjoy a quality time with a special someone. ...once in a while? Make that everyday, a daily routine so he could be rid of his sick feelings once and for all. he couldn't
- From now on, you're someone who often stay over to his house without anyone batting an eye. At this point, you're just like a resident of it and considered as someone fitting for Saiki by both his fussy parents.
- You feel like your life has become easier, not have a single thing or someone get in your way, it's like they're not there anymore from the very beginning.
- Saiki is also ready to face his older brother and won't let him touch a hair on your head, gets real serious and put him down whenever his brother tries to get close to you too.
- Everyday will not pass without him being close to you. Very few rare times he would show you affection are when you look like you need some comfort by a hug or a pat on the head.
- You don't need anyone to involve yourself with. Only him and his parents, maybe his friends too in your whole life, there's no things you need to do/talk with others beside the ones mentioned above. They wouldn't be making sense with their nonsensical excuses you can't do anything about.
Side story: Saiki cat/Psi ver.
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- What? Don't be ridiculous, even if he cherish you deeply, he wouldn't let you take advantage of his animal form.
- It's just for special occassion like your birthday maybe, wait patiently for that. Even then, his transformation would take two hours so you still need to wait at any rate.
- If you can't interact with him in the cat form, you ask him to let you have a stuffed animal of it at least.
- He won't allow it as it's not efficient when you can instead hold the real deal—no, not him, another cat.
- So then you get to pamper an orange cat named Anpu instead. Or he could go with you to a cat island.
- All the cats are really sweet to you and would bring you random items. When you're already distracted not to mind him or forget about the cat matter from before, two hours will have passed since then.
- The peak heaven is reached with him now included.
- Don't bring up about his purrs whenever you pet/scratch him, they're only automatic response of being a cat.
- I guess he could automatically nuzzle against you too as a return without you noticing.
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aishangotome · 4 months ago
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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 4
Chapter 3
♡———♡
Alfons: While it is tempting to deceive an innocent girl with my abilities and create a temporary salvation...
Alfons: Might there be a blue poppy in Elbert's room?
Kate: Huh?
Alfons: I seem to recall seeing a framed pressed flower before. If my memory serves me correctly.
Alfons: Why don't you search that junk room tomorrow?
Hearing Alfons' suggestion, Elbert placed his hand on his chin as if in thought.
Elbert: ... If Al says so, it might be there.
Kate: Really...!?
Elbert: ... Shall we look for it?
Kate: Yes, please...!
(If I can give her the real one, Daisy will surely be happy.)
If there's a possibility, it's worth searching.
Alfons: To think the day would come when Elbert would look back on the things he threw into that room... It's quite baffling.
(Elbert's room...)
*flashback*
Alfons: The things that don't meet El's standards are left in his room like junk.
Alfons: I sell them off without his permission.
Kate: C-Can you really sell them without permission?
Elbert: ...Yeah, it's fine.
Elbert: I have no interest in things that aren't beautiful.
*flashback over*
(A room where "things that weren't beautiful" are stored, huh?)
(... I wonder what kind of room it is.)
Alfons: Hehe. Feel free to search to your heart's content.
Elbert: Al, won't you help us?
Alfons: No way! You know, right?
Alfons: I hate unpleasant physical labor.
––And the next morning.
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Elbert: Please... come in.
Kate: Yes, excuse me...
Stepping into Elbert's room, I was stunned for a moment.
(His words about having no interest were true...)
Beautiful butterfly specimens, exquisite bird taxidermy, oil paintings and pottery, jewelry...
First-class items that wouldn't be out of place in a museum or art gallery were--
Incredibly messily placed, creating a rather unusual sight.
(Even with so many things... It feels a bit lonely.)
The room, filled with numerous objects haphazardly left behind, had an air of emptiness about it.
Elbert: Well then... let's start searching.
Kate: Do you have any idea where it might be...?
Elbert: ... Actually,
Kate: Actually...?
Elbert: I've never looked for anything in this room... I don't know what's where.
Kate: Even though it's your own room...
Elbert: It might take quite a while to search...
(Well... There are a lot of things that catch my eye, but...)
(For now, let's just focus on finding the blue poppy.)
Kate: It's okay. If we search together, it should be much easier to find than searching alone.
Elbert: ...
Kate: Let's do our best!
Elbert: Yeah... Let's do our best.
We started our search, being careful not to bump into the items placed without any consideration for human movement.
Kate: ... Ah, could this be it?
A vivid blue color peeking through the gap in the cover of a frame placed on the floor caught my eye.
Elbert: That's... what was it again...?
Kate: Let me see what's inside.
I lifted the slightly heavy frame and unwrapped the cloth, revealing a beautiful oil painting.
Kate: It's not a poppy or a pressed flower... But it's a really beautiful landscape painting.
Elbert: I think... At some exhibition, everyone was praising it, so I wanted it.
Elbert: They said it wasn't for sale, but I insisted and got it.
Kate: To get a non-sale item, you must have been asked for a considerable price...
Elbert: ... About the price of a townhouse, I think.
Kate: What!?
My hands suddenly stiffened, and I almost dropped it, but I hurriedly supported it.
Elbert: ... Are you alright?
Kate: I-I'm sorry! I didn't drop it, so I think it's okay!
Elbert: Not that... I meant you.
(Huh...?)
Elbert took the oil painting from my hands and casually propped it up nearby.
Elbert: You're not hurt...?
Kate: ... Y-yes, ... I'm fine.
(I'm glad he cares, but...)
My eyes are drawn to the oil painting that was placed haphazardly on the floor again.
(Even though he insisted on getting this expensive item, he's not interested in it anymore.)
(Because it "wasn't beautiful"...)
Kate: Among the things in this room, what is most precious to you, Lord Elbert?
Elbert: ... Precious?
Kate: I wanted to know if there's anything you don't want me to touch.
Elbert: Let's see...
Elbert's gaze wandered vaguely around the room.
Finally turning his deep blue eyes towards me, Elbert smiled faintly.
Elbert: There's nothing in particular like that...
(Nothing...)
I felt like I understood the reason for the emptiness I had been feeling.
(This is... a room where the owner's cherished belongings don't exist.)
It's Elbert's room, but a room without anything for Elbert.
(Then, all these overflowing beautiful things...)
(For whom... For what purpose?)
Elbert: Kate?
Kate: ! ... I'm sorry, I was spacing out.
Elbert: ... It's okay if you break something, just be careful not to get hurt.
Saying that, Elbert started searching elsewhere.
(Focus on the blue poppy for now!)
Trying to change my perspective, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled into a gap.
(...!? )
Suddenly, I made eye contact with hollow black eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.
(Ah... A taxidermized bird. Beautiful, but... a little scary.)
There wasn't a single moving thing in Elbert's room.
The clock hands were frozen in their beautiful shape, and all living creatures were taxidermied or specimens.
(Speaking of which... Where did the cat I brought home from shopping the other day go...?)
While thinking about such things, I was backing up, and because of that--
Kate: Whoa...!?
Elbert: Ugh...?
I bumped into Lord Elbert, who seemed to have been crouching nearby.
Kate: I-I'm so sorry... Ouch!
As I quickly pulled away, I bumped my elbow on a shelf.
(Ugh... How clumsy of me...)
Elbert: ... Are you alright?
Kate: I'm fine. I'm sorry for making you worry all the time.
Elbert: It's because the room is messy, so don't worry about it...
At that moment, something fell from the shelf and hit Elbert's head with a thud.
Elbert: ...? What was that...?
Kate: I wonder what it was...?
We both looked down at our feet, and there was a white rabbit plush toy rolling around.
(Cute...)
Kate: You have such cute things too.
Elbert: Ah... I think the shopkeeper said this one was the most beautiful, so I bought it.
(This one has its ribbon tied vertically.)
In this room full of beautiful things, the slightly crooked ribbon was strangely eye-catching.
Kate: I have to put it back. I wonder where it fell from...
I stood up and let my gaze wander in the direction the plush toy fell from, and then--
(Ah!!)
Kate: Lord Elbert, is that...!?
Hidden behind an object on the shelf, inside a frame attached to the wall, was a poppy with bright blue petals, beautifully pressed and in full bloom.
Elbert: ... It really was there...
Elbert: Al might know more about my room than I do...
Kate: It's real, right?
Elbert: Yes.
We huddled together, staring intently at the frame, then looked at each other almost simultaneously.
Kate: Can I take this to Daisy?
Elbert: Of course... I have time after this, so let's go together.
Kate: Yes!
(I wonder if Daisy will be happy.)
(Even when I can't visit her, if she sees this...)
(I hope it will give her even a little more time to smile.)
Thinking of Daisy's innocent smile, my heart swelled with anticipation.
Elbert: ... I've never seen you smile so happily before.
Kate: Huh...?
I raised my face at the softly uttered voice, and deep, ocean-like eyes were gazing intently at me.
(Lord Elbert...?)
Elbert: ... Show me your smiling face more clearly.
Beautiful, sculpture-like fingertips gently touched my cheek.
Kate: ...
A handsome face drew closer, and I couldn't help but hold my breath.
The dimly lit, moist gaze was very similar to what I felt in the garden on the night of the incident when I first met Daisy – it made my heart flutter.
Elbert: ...
(What should I do?)
(I can't look away.)
– At that moment, a knock broke the silence.
Kate: Y-yes...!?
My reply came out in a squeak.
After a brief pause, the person who peeked through the door was – Alfons.
Alfons: ... Oh my, excuse me. Did I interrupt something?
Alfons: Please think of me as a slightly larger doorstop and continue.
Kate: N-no, it's fine! I'll go get ready to leave.
I left the room as if escaping Elbert's gaze.
Elbert: ...
Alfons: ... Don't glare at me like that. It wasn't intentional.
-
(What was that just now...?)
(Show me your smiling face more clearly...)
It sounded like a pick-up line, but it didn't seem like Elbert had any such intentions.
(More than flirting, it felt like he was trying to confirm something...)
Remembering that gaze, my heart started to flutter again, and I hurriedly shook my head.
Kate: ... Right now, I need to hurry and give the blue poppy to Daisy.
I changed my mindset and ran down the hallway to my room.
-
And as the sun passed its zenith, Elbert and I were walking down the hallway of the clinic.
Elbert: I wonder if she's awake. ... She hasn't been feeling well lately.
Kate: Yes... If she's asleep, shall we wait a little while?
While whispering to each other, we couldn't suppress our excitement and approached the door of the hospital room when...
Daisy: ... Ugh... Sob...
(Huh? That's Daisy's voice...)
(Could she be crying?)
Elbert: ...
Daisy's tearful voice could be heard through the door, as if she was talking to someone.
(I shouldn't eavesdrop.)
I reflexively thought that, but... I couldn't help but listen closely.
Daisy: I... was mean. ... I said I wanted something I could never have...
Daisy: Because... those people are kind...
Daisy: It makes me think I want to... live longer...
Daisy: ... It's painful.
Kate: ...
My heart tightened as if it was being squeezed.
Daisy: S-so... I kind of wanted to make them suffer a little.
Daisy: You don't forget sad things, right? So, if they couldn't find the blue poppy...
Daisy: Those two would remember me forever, right...?
It was a shock, like being hit on the head.
I had intended to visit her to cheer her up.
(I thought that being by her side would lessen her sadness and loneliness, even a little... but)
(Maybe Daisy has been suffering all along.)
And yet, I didn't realize I was hurting her...
Elbert: ...
Elbert stood next to me, saying nothing, quietly staring at the door.
(If we visit her now, will we hurt Daisy again?)
(But... if we don't visit her without saying anything, she'll surely be even sadder.)
(... Then, what about this blue poppy?)
Even though we finally found it, if we give it to her, she might be even sadder.
Kate: ... I'm sorry, Lord Elbert.
Kate: Let's... pretend we couldn't find it.
Elbert: ... Yeah.
Elbert: ... You're right.
Eventually, Daisy's crying subsided, and–
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After the nurse who had been listening inside left, we visited the hospital room.
The blue poppy frame was hidden outside the room.
Kate: I'm sorry! We couldn't find the blue poppy.
Daisy: ... Oh well, that's disappointing.
I apologized exaggeratedly so that the lie wouldn't be exposed, and Daisy scrunched up her face as if to hide her red and swollen eyes.
Kate: I'll definitely find it tomorrow.
Daisy: Hehe. Make sure you find it before I die, okay?
I returned Daisy's smile with a smile of my own.
Elbert: ...
Elbert just silently watched us.
It was the next day that we learned Daisy's condition had suddenly worsened and she had passed away.
-
The setting sun, signaling the end of the day, dyed the castle corridor crimson.
I was staring out the window, feeling like there was a gaping hole in my chest, when I heard a slow footstep approaching.
Elbert: There you are...
Kate: ... Lord Elbert.
Elbert: ...
Kate: ...
A gentle silence fell, as if sharing the pain in our chests.
Just that – I knew Elbert had also heard the news of Daisy's passing.
Elbert: ... Kate.
Elbert: Won't you give me your time tonight?
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Chapter 4 Premium Story
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the1975attheirverybest · 2 years ago
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omg i just read heat wave and think it’s amazing! would i be able to request a part two where she like takes him back to the bus and like puts him to bed and maybe takes care of the others too?
This request was too wholesome not to write. SO consider this a part two to this one.
Warnings: none!
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Part Of The Band
She tiptoed delicately out of the tour bus, grabbing her shoes with her on the way out. She knew she was much too clumsy a person to risk putting them on and waking Matty up from his much-needed sleep.
She took one last worried glance back in his direction and blew him a kiss that he wasn’t awake to notice, whispering “I love you.” As she inched away. She say on the steps of the bus, kicking her shoes on.
She followed the directions her map app had provided to get back the restaurant where she and Matty had left the boys about an hour ago. George had spotted her coming in and waved her over.
“You’re back. Everything alright?” He sat up as she approached their table.
“Is it Matty? Is he okay?” Adam added.
“Oh, yeah, yeah. Matty fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Everything’s fine. I just came back to check on you guys.”
“Us?” Ross’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah. Have you boys had anything to eat yet?”
“Nah, much too hot to stomach anything right now.” Adam groaned.
“But we did drink a lot of water.” Ross announced, taking yet another gulp from his bottle.
“Yeah, in fact, we were just saying that, when it’s time to piss, we should time each other. See whose body lets out the most water.” George laughed, a bit embarrassed that she didn’t find the idea as funny as he did.
“Alright, you guys are hopeless.” She wandered over tot the cash register and came back with menus. “Every one pick something. Even if it’s just a little snack. You need to eat.”
She placed their orders to-go, modifying their selections and adding a few juices and smoothies to take into the tour bus. Something to keep on hand, in their mini-fridge for the road-trip ahead.
“Let’s get back. Matty’ll probably wake up hungry soon.”
She rounded them up, feeling a little too much like a school teacher chaperoning a field trip. George helped carry the takeout bags, while Adam volunteered to hold the beverages.
“So, how’re you guys feeling?” She broke the tired silence as they strolled back to the bus. “I know I was acting a bit insane before. Was just worried about Matty, but- you guys went through the same thing. Everyone feeling alright?”
George smiled at her. “No worries. Matty did look like he was losing it a bit there. We were all worried.”
“But you guys stayed calm. I mean, maybe a little too calm. Made me think you didn’t think anything was wrong.”
Ross shook his head. “Of course we knew something was wrong. We all felt wrong. But…it’s just who we are.”
“Been doing this gig for over a decade.” Adam chined in.
“Yeah, you sort of, get used to a ‘just push through it’ kind of mentality.”
“Yeah, guess we didn’t realize we’re not as young anymore.” George laughed.
She was quiet for a moment, giving them the space to vent and doing her best to listen with compassion. Still a part of her felt that they weren’t being as serious with this as they should be.
“It’s not about how young or old your are. You’re in the best shape of your lives. All of you. But your schedule is objectively insane.”
They all laughed knowingly.
“Three countries in three days?”
“They’re all close to each other though-“ George attempted to interject but she simply rolled her eyes at him.
“You’re a dad, now. Adam. This is the kind of example that you want to set for your kid? What were you planning on telling Carly, hmm?”
Adam always found her a bit intimidating. He looked down at his feet, feeling slightly shamed.
“Leave the man alone, he’s already scared of you.” George came to his rescue.
“Look,” Ross spoke, shifting her attention towards him. “I think…when we made this schedule, we also wanted to keep in mind the canceled shows that didn’t get to take place in 2019 and 2020. And the fact that, for come countries, it’s been a decade since we’ve performed there. And we do love being’ onstage.”
Adam and George agreed incoherently, their voices blending together into some sort of affirmative statement.
***
“Which ones Matty’s sandwich?” George sat in Matty’s bunk, peeling the covers off his friend and putting the warm sandwich right in Matty’s sleeping arms.
The three of them giggled mischievously like school children. “Let’s see how long it takes him to smell it and wake up.”
They ended up placing bets on how long it would take. And it did take him surprisingly long. 7 minutes and 54 seconds to be exact. Adam won, having guessed the closest.
“Fasts cash I’ve ever made.” He grinned as he collected his winnings.
Matty struggled to fight his exhaustion as he munched on his sandwich sluggishly. He watched with pure awe and admiration and she made her rounds, checking in with the boys, refilling their drinks, making sure they were all hydrated, all the while returning their jokes and witty remarks. He’d never met anyone who has so seamlessly been made part of their friend group before. Their intensity and history always seemed threatening to any newcomers. Even when they didn’t intend it to be. The sheer amount of time they spend together, their lingo, inside jokes, and work style could all mean that even the most confident of people would occasionally feel like an outsider. Not her though. She respected that this was an inherent part of Matty’s life that she could never hope to replace, nor did she try to compete against it. She loved the boys almost as much as he did.
Hours later, Ross had knocked out in his bunk bed, with George going outside for a smoke, and a FaceTime with Charli. Adam hopped into the shower for a much needed deep cleanse. Marty found himself alone with her, at long last. They shared his tiny bunk bed, cuddling and watching a tv show on her phone.
“Baby?” Matty whispered, even in the tight quarters they’d snuggled into.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for loving my friends.”
She turned to look at him, their noses brushing together slightly. “What?”
“You’re, like, officially part of the band now. You’ve saved us. Don’t know what we would have done without you today. I mean, seriously, I had a like a real meltdown.”
She smiled, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand gently. “You guys would’ve been already, with or without me. You’ll always have each other, after all.”
“Mhm.” He simply nodded.
“I think today was the first time I really got that. Don’t know how safe I would feel knowing that you’re thousands of miles away sometimes, traveling the world, if it weren’t for the guys and knowing that they’re right there with you.”
“Oh, yes, absolutely. Don’t think I’d ever do it without them. Just don’t tell them I said that, okay? Hann would never let me hear the end of it.” Matty grabbed onto her tightly, pulling the cover above both of their heads and kissing her underneath it.
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tangyangie · 2 years ago
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I saw your post with Neito as brother and really like how you write! I wonder if you could do Karma x fem!reader headcanon where reader wants to have a large family (4 children or more)? How do you think he would react to this and how he would find himself as a husband and father in such a family?
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» "how many?"
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character: karma
description: you want kids. lots of them.
warnings: slightly suggestive at the end?? otherwise it's kinda sweet
style: headcanons and drabble
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when karma first heard this, he was a little taken aback.
four?? kids??
but, after thinking about it for a while, i think he'd warm up to the idea.
a bunch of little mini menaces all annoying you.. yes, he could see it very clearly.
he's like their jungle gym, and the world is his. the kids climb all over him, and he would literally climb a volcano for them if need be.
but of course, he still will cater to your needs. you're craving something during your pregnancy? he's sprint to the grocery store to get it.
hell, he'd even try it with you, especially if it's something odd. (like pickles, cream cheese, and hot sauce)
but otherwise, he's going to be extremely careful. he makes sure that you're always comfortable and safe.
and of course, he'd teach them self defense at a young age. so don't be surprised when the elementary school calls to tell you that one of your kids fought somebody.
(the other kid is now forever scared of that child)
karma would totally pick them up from school with a smile on his face and take them out to eat ice cream.
he definitely buys everyone sunglasses and they all walk together and pretend to be spies.
in addition to climbing onto him, karma will hoist one of the kids up onto his shoulders. this has just become a natural thing.
karma is definitely scared at first, but the more times you are pregnant and have a kid, the more it becomes normal to him. he doesn't stress about it anymore.
all in all, i think he'd be pretty great as both a husband and a father.
here's a little bonus too:
you had never voiced your wish until now. you wanted quite a lot of kids... definitely, at least four.
you were telling your friends all about your desire to have a big family. you were giggling on the phone and imagining all the little babies, which resulted in you getting giddier by the second.
little did you know karma was listening in on this phone call of yours. he stood outside the door, honestly a little shocked, as you had never expressed your need for a family, let alone a larger one.
he thought for a moment. objectively, he didn't see much wrong with it. you want babies, so what? he couldn't lie and say they weren't adorable (when they weren't throwing up and pooping everywhere).
so, what was his hesitation?
he was worried how he would be as a father. as carefree as he seems, he knows how intense his personality can be. he doesn't want to scare his kid off as soon as they come out of you.
he is interrupted from his train of thought when he hears you bring your phone call to an end. he begins to walk away, thinking you hadn't noticed him.
"karma, i know you're there."
stopping in his tracks, he whirled around and made eye contact with you. perhaps he hadn't been as slick as he though he had.
sucking in his cheeks and taking a deep breath, he smiled at you.
"so... i heard you want kids."
you couldn't help but giggle at his forwardness. he walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge, turning his head to look at you.
he was always a good husband to you. maybe a little protective, but nothing too out of the ordinary. you crawled over to him and sprawled across his lap, leading him to gently pat your head.
"yes, that's true. i do want children."
"and how many, again, did you want?"
you hesitated a little bit, halfway to bursting out laughing.
"at least four."
he sighed and leaned back, pulling you into his chest.
"i'm.." he struggled to find the write way to say this. "i'm worried with how i would be a father. especially with four or more children."
"well, keep in mind it only starts with one." you reply, hoping to calm him, if only a little.
he smirked at your attempt at a joke, and rolled over to tackle you. he kissed you, and after a minute, slowly broke apart, and then smirked.
"well, we'd better get started then."
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notes: aghagahhajdaka i'm so sorry this took such a long time
i did not expect my week to be so busy but it was and i'm really sorry 💔💔
but anyways tysm for the request!! mwah mwah to everyone and i hope you enjoyed!!
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