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yourlocalartsonist · 2 years ago

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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Four

A/N: Hello I have returned with yet another chapter for y'all to feed on! I am lowkey so happy the fanfic's going on for so long cuz I have a history of abandoning projects after like the third chapter, so clearly tis a sign I might actually keep this fic long running for years and years to come :D I know I have a lot of ideas for it so I'm def taking a few years on this one but oh well I'm having fun. Hope you guys like this one, tidepod duo is one of my favs and I got to implement some of my own lore bits here and there and foreshadow certain things... Also can y'all believe the Hidden City Zoo was mentioned in one of the episodes but we never got to actually see it like fuck u Nickelodeon, now I'm forced to write a self-indulgent fanfic so my brain can finally rest >:( But yee tell me your fav parts if y'all feel like it <3

Also! Credit to: @sweaterrat for being my beloved beta reader, and my irl friend "The Leo Hater Reading a Leo Fanfic" for inspiring some quotes~

*Phuphu means "paternal aunt" in Bangla

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Chapter One

Disclaimer: Chapter involves themes of abusive family, mention of death, violence, and curse words. If you're sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe!

“Remember we’ll be back by nine, this place better be spotless or you’re staying up and making sure it is!”

“I know Phuphu*, I’ve got it. You and Meeta just enjoy your day.”

My aunt called for her daughter who was still at the mirror adjusting how she looked, smoothening out her patterned gold dress and putting any flyaway strands back in place. They were both going to a birthday party for one of my aunt’s friend’s sister’s brother-in-law’s son and, as usual, I wasn’t invited. Instead, I got tasked with keeping the apartment in check while they’re gone in case there’s an explosion or something. They never give me a better reason.

“Hurry up child, we’re going to be late!”

“Mommy you’re the one who always says beauty takes time.”

Meeta took one last look in the mirror and joined her mom at the door.

“Well, don’t you look stunning!”

“Um, of course I do? Have I ever not looked perfect?” There it is, my ever so humble cousin. I mean don’t get me wrong I admire her confidence, just crosses a line when she starts putting others down for not looking as good as her. And by others I mostly mean me.

But regardless, it was true. Meeta did look stunning all day everyday. She’s only fifteen but still considered the beauty of our family, especially to our relatives outside America. Tall, dark eyes, milky skin. Shiny black hair done up in a tight bun. Meeta takes great care to always look picture perfect.

I waved goodbye as they left for the party. It did feel a little bad, never getting to tag along and join them anywhere. But then again, eight years of technically being in debt to my aunt didn’t exactly leave any respect for me so parties are the least of my concerns. She acts as if not yelling at me for one minute would end with tragedy just because she’s letting me stay here for free. My only form of compensation: taking care of the house. Cleaning, shopping, running errands, all that jazz. It’s either that or a job so I chose household chores, it’s got more perks.

Like getting to choose my own schedule! As always, I was told ahead of time that they’d be out today so while my aunt and Meeta were sleeping last night, I got the majority of the cleaning done (with the exception of their rooms, of course). I asked Jaiden if we could hang out today and miraculously they agreed so I had to make sure today's cleaning would take no more than an hour, even if that sacrificed a little bit of sleep yesterday. All I’ve gotta do now is just some light sweeping. Totally worth it in my opinion.

Soon after I was done, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw it was a call from Jaiden. Fumbling with the buttons I eventually managed to answer.

“Jaiden? Are you out already? Give me like ten minutes I’ll-”

“I can’t make it.”

Wait, what? “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I can’t make it today, something came up. I just wanted to quickly call you and let you know.”

Beep!

They hung up.

My heart sank thinking about their words. Something came up? I’ve been so excited to hang out with Jaiden all day and now something came up? We already haven’t spent much time together lately. They don’t talk as much at school and stopped responding to my texts. I got worried I did something wrong but every time I’d gain the courage to ask they’d just say they were low on energy and I’d accept that answer because what else could I do? After all of this time of practically begging them, I finally got them to agree on making plans in hopes we could talk and now today of all days something just happened to come up?

I sighed and quickly returned to rationality. It must be a last minute situation, I mean they barely even called for a minute. Probably something important or maybe a parent randomly said no. Jaiden did say their parents are a bit flip-floppy. Either way, no point in getting mad at Jaiden, it’s not in their control. I begrudgingly shoved my phone back in my pocket and paced around the house trying to entertain myself. I’ve already cleaned every nook and cranny I could bullshit into justifying as a mess so that’s not an option. I don’t really have any inspiration to work on my art or writing either.

I went into my room and flopped on the bed.

Ugh, this sucks! It’s only three pm, I still have so many hours to kill. Maybe I should just take a nap.

Before I could try to doze off to dreamland, a sound forced my eyes back open.

A knock? At my window?

But when I stuck my head outside no one was there. So either the wind was being a little bitch or I’m so depressed I’m hallucinating. I groaned and was about to go back to bed but, the very second I turned my back, two voices shouted in unison before I got tackled to the ground.

“Surprise attack!”

My poor back stung against the hard floor as the two mutant idiots curled around me.

“Leo, Mikey! I missed you guys! But, um, I do still need to breathe.”

We sat up, still on the floor and my soul eventually returned to my body.

Mikey flashed a vibrant grin “So, whatcha doing? Any plans or are you free today!? Please say you’re free!”

“Oh, I am now, I guess. I was supposed to hang out with a friend but they canceled last minute so my day just about cleared up.”

“Aww sorry to hear that Salena.” And he’s back to hugging. I’d be more annoyed if Mikey didn’t give such great hugs, he’s as soft as a sponge. “But, on the bright side, that means you can come hang out with us now! Leo and I were planning on going to a zoo and-”

“A ZOO!?”

Am I dreaming because holy daze it feels like I am! I could barely contain my giddy giggles the entire walk over.

“I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo literally my entire life! Getting up close and personal with all the amazing different animals! I mean don’t get me wrong, books are great but it’d be so different to see one in person! I feel like I’d get carried away and go inside the enclosure, though, but that’s fine! Just the usual intrusive thoughts and stuff!”

“Hey Salena, love the enthusiasm and it’s really great to see you so happy but, maybe you should save your energy for when we actually get there?”

“Sorry! I’m just so excited!”

“Yeah, I had a feeling you’d enjoy this.” He smiled and turned back to Mikey. “Hey Angelo, we there yet?”

“Yepperoni! Just give it a sec and let the Master of Mystic Arts do his thing.” Mystic arts?

He held out his hands and they started glowing. Contrasting with the neon blue I’m used to seeing, a portal opened up in sunset colors.

“Guys, am I missing something? Why are we opening a portal?” I glanced over at Leo for some answers only to be met by his stupid amused smirk.

“So, we may have hidden a tiny little detail about this zoo trip.”

“Damn, you don’t say?”

Mikey, the only thing between me and the glowing mystery hole, stepped off to the side. “We weren’t just gonna go to any regular zoo. We’re going to the Hidden City Zoo!”

Hidden City? Oh wait, that’s the place Raph talked about, the reason why there were so many Yōkai near my house! This is probably one of the gateways to it? I leaned in a bit closer, a little more cautious than usual. It sounded thrilling to explore the Hidden City but a zoo? What kind of animals could a mutant zoo have?

“Um, we’re not gonna get immediately mauled death by some crazy rabid mutant lion or something, right?”

“Dunno. Only one way to find out!”

“What.”

The blue bastard pushed me through without hesitation as my poor knees made contact with the hard, rocky surface on the other side. I thought of letting my violent desires get the better of me for a minute. Until...

The new world in front of me left me starstruck.

The sky painted in various hues of pink and gold, an enormous entrance built on seafoam-colored stone displaying the words Hidden City Zoo. Peeking inside it only got better, the place was littered with wild and wacky creatures I’ve never even dreamed could exist! And in the distance, I think I can make out a rollercoaster?

It seems like Mikey’s in just as much awe as I am “Omigosh look at how big it is! And it has an amusement park nearby? This place is even cooler than I thought!”

“Dudes, what’d I tell you, this was totally a great idea! Ugh, I should’ve gone here last time instead of that stupid spa.”

“Why didn’t you just go after the spa?”

“Oh cause we all got thrown in jail. A dumb bird and an evil wig framed me for theft so that kinda took up the whole day.”

“But Dad and I bailed them out and saved the day! Who’s the best turtle now Leon~”

A giggle escaped my lips “The fact that I’m not even surprised. Now c’mon, enough blabbering, we gotta go explore!”

A mutant zoo is somehow exactly what I expected it to be but also completely different at the same time. Most of these guys look like regular animals, just bigger and louder. But a few others actually reminded me of more traditional Yōkai I saw in a book about Japanese folklore. I remember Mom used to hate how interested I was in it, which was pretty strange since she herself was Japanese. That was the only thing I ever knew of her heritage. She kept trying to tell me Yōkai knowledge was useless and I’d have way more fun learning about real animals instead. Unfortunately for her, my curiosity was not one to be quenched so I simply ended up learning about both.

I looked at one of the bear Yōkai, they’re called onikuma I think. We made eye contact and either I need to get my vision checked or it just smiled at me. Weren’t these supposed to be wild animals? Come to think of it actually, the more Yōkai-looking creatures resembled the mutants outside the zoo enclosures more than the ones inside. You know, the guys walking around on two feet wearing clothes and taking pictures on their phones the same way we were and are very obviously not wild animals.

“Whatcha writing, Salena?” the tangerine looked over my shoulder while I was typing on my notes app.

“Oh, just trying to learn a bit more about these guys. I don’t know why but something just feels-”

Before I could finish my sentence, my stomach chose violence sending a sharp pain through my body as it rumbled louder than a whale call.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to eat today.”

“You do that too?”

Mikey let out a dramatically loud gasp “What is wrong with y’all? How can anyone forget to eat? We’re getting food right now.”

“Chillax Mikey, I’ll be fine! We can wait a little-”

“Don’t make me go Doctor Delicate Touch on you.”

“N-Nevermind.”

We were unwillingly dragged by the terrifying midget to a food booth nearby. I mean, it’s not too bad honestly, the food in the Hidden City is way better than in New York. We got a super delicious burger packed with juicy meat, creamy cheese, tomatoes that actually taste like something, and… worm fries. I avoided that last delicacy but Leo seemed to enjoy it. Mikey on the other hand wrote down every tiny detail while rambling to himself the whole time.

“Don’t mind him, Mikey loves to cook. Sometimes he tries remaking recipes of any food we liked outside.”

“Ahem, I don’t just recreate them, I improve them!”

I looked at the giant burger in my hands amazed at Mikey’s confidence. “You want to improve this? This is literally the best burger I’ve ever had in my life! How could you top this?”

“Yeah, Miguel, you sure you’re good enough for this one?” He glared as Leo playfully stuck out his tongue.

“You’ll just have to wait and be impressed! But on another note, how’re you doing Salena? Enjoying the day so far?”

“Enjoying doesn’t even begin to describe it! Everything is so cool here! I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo like this. I bugged my parents about it a lot when I was younger but we never had enough money for the tickets and stuff. They promised they’d take me one day but…” They died before they could.

I never realized how I completely forgot about that. Life got so busy that getting upset over zoos seemed too silly to do anymore.

I snapped back to reality feeling the boys’ eyes on me.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin the mood-”

They hugged me.

“It’s a good thing we took you here then!”

“Yeah, consider it a thank you gift for Mr. and Mrs. Moni.”

This feels… warm. And familiar? It’s a hug. I��ve hugged plenty of people. But those hugs felt different. I feel so small right now and that’s strangely a good thing. Everything is warm and cozy and a little dreamy.

I think the last time a hug felt like this was when my parents were still here.

The rest of the day went by delightfully. We took a stupid amount of pictures - mostly because Leo wanted to boast to Raph and Donnie later - and Mikey even dragged us on to a few of the rides at the amusement park. The mood felt a little softer than before. I’m not entirely used to it but I honestly don’t mind.

But as usual, the pleasantly chill vibe can never last for too long. A loud crash grabbed our attention towards one of the exhibits where a bunch of employees were scrambling around with cages in their arms. Mikey managed to stop one of them mid-panic to ask what’s going on.

“Something broke the glass and now they all escaped!”

I caught Leo inspecting the broken glass. Following his eyes, they landed on what seemed to be a giant crab claw. He quickly noticed the two culprits in the distance frolicking around in acrobat uniforms and groaned. “Ugh, I think I know who that something was.”

“Who are those guys?”

“The Sando brothers. We just can’t enjoy a single day of peace can we?” Mikey grit his teeth with a murderous glint in his eyes. Like I said, soft as a sponge. Just when he’s mad, he’s as soft as a sponge left out too long without water.

The employee was focused more on the escaped critters and rushed off before we could ask anything else. “They’ll wreck everything! We need to catch them before they wreck everything!”

“Hey wait! What animal got loose!?”

I squinted at the label trying to read the small text, immediately filled with dread now understanding everyone’s panic. One of the raccoon-sized demons hissed to my right, preparing to pounce.

“Uh, guys? This was a shrew enclosure!”

“A what enclosure?”

“Duck!”

“Wha- GAH!” It would seem I managed to avoid it at the expense of traumatizing the blueberry. “GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!”

Mikey kicked the shrew off revealing poor Leo’s scratched up and terrified face. “Why are they so violent!?”

“They’re shrews, that’s their job! But they’re usually no bigger than a human palm, I can’t believe ooze could supersize them that much.” I quickly wrote down the new info on my phone as Mikey helped Leo up.

“Leo, what’s the plan?”

He looked at the crabs while dusting himself off “We should probably take care of the circus clowns before they destroy anything else. What do ya say, Angelo? Think you can keep up with professional acrobats?”

“You know I can! Cowabunga!”

“Wait! What do I do?”

“Oh, Mikey and I can take care of this. You don’t wanna just lay low till we’re back?”

“And let you two hog all the fun? I thought you knew me better than that.”

He softly chuckled “Right, adrenaline junkie, how could I forget?” He looked at the several mutant shrews raging havoc all over the place “Well, we could use someone to help catch the… shrews right? You seem to know a bunch about them. Maybe you could help make sure they don’t destroy the whole place.”

My eyes lit up “You got it chief!”

“If you need any help, holler!”

I went over to the employees. Some of them were still trying to capture the tiny devils while a few others were getting a mystic wall ready where the glass broke, I’m assuming to temporarily keep them in. I’ll need a plan to get all the shrews in there. Mindlessly chasing around already proved to be a fail.

I know I definitely read about this before. Shrews are carnivorous, they like eating things like snails and slugs but those were the regular-sized shrews. What could I feed these giants?

Think, think, think. There’s gotta be something around here I can bait them with…

“Wait! The burgers! Of course!”

I bolted inside a kitchen and scanned around for any giant clumps of meat.

“Hey, kid! Who are you, what are you even doing here?”

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Shrew problems.”

“What?”

I looked past the confused guy and saw what I was looking for. Shoving down my guilt, I grabbed a bunch of bacon patties and ran out the kitchen.

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, it’s a necessary sacrifice!”

Back outside, I found a shrew and waved one of the patties, catching its attention.

“Over here, buddy!” Usually, thin bacon strips would be enough to lure them but I figured giant meat circles were more appropriate for these guys.

Once I got it close enough to the enclosure, I threw the patty in letting the shrew jump after it, getting trapped behind the transparent magic wall. One by one, all the menace mice were eventually recaptured. Not gonna lie, I’m still a little surprised it actually worked.

“Salena, look out!”

I dodged to Mikey’s instruction just in time for another giant crab claw to fly bullet-speed past me getting absorbed into the wall. It would seem mystic glass can’t really be broken, good thing too since the shrews escaping again would’ve broken my will to live alongside it.

Unfortunately, I spent too long collecting myself and got snatched up by the back of my shirt, now facing the presumed Sando brothers.

“Look Carl, it’s the gross little human that keeps ruining our plan!”

“Ha! Look at it swing!”

“Put me down you bald red freak!”

He suddenly looked at me in pain as if my dream of breaking his dumb claws open had actually come true “B-bald?..”

“Did you just call my brother bald!?”

“I can’t believe that’s the part you’re focused on.”

“I… I used to be so beautiful with my luscious long locks before I got turned into this! You still got to keep your hair, why was life so cruel to me!?” The red nuisance began pouring a waterfall of tears.

“See what you did!? Now you made him cry! Hey, it’s alright Ben, that human doesn’t know beauty when they see it.” Are you serious.

“You’re right! We should do something awful to it! Something that’ll make them regret calling me bald!”

“Yeah like!.. Like…”

“Ooh, I know! We should eat it!”

“DUDE! Why is that the first thing you think of!?”

A familiar taunting voice joined in the conversation “Lame! You guys are so awful at plans, no wonder you got outsmarted by a regular ol’ human!” I’d be offended if I wasn’t preoccupied with my confusion.

“Excuse me!? Did you just call my brother lame!?”

“Why does the universe hate me today!?”

“I’d like to see you idiots do any better!”

“Oh-ho we could do so much better, right Mikey?”

“What are you guys-”

“Duh! I mean there are rollercoasters everywhere and they didn’t even realize higher ground would speed things up by a trillion.”

HUH!? “No no no no no no! We do not need to go higher ground!”

“Hey come to think of it, Mike, dropping someone from a high place is a pretty heinous thing to do, too. Way worse than eating them.”

“OH YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD IF I’M NOT!”

“Ben, they actually have a point.”

“Y-yeah they kinda do… Welp doesn’t matter if we take credit for it, anyway! See ya later, jerks!”

They jumped onto the coaster as I helplessly awaited my fate, praying the dumbass turtles had some sort of plan and didn’t just use me as live bait for the crab monsters.

“Look down at your death tiny pest! I bet it’d take you days just to finally hit the ground!”

“Woah, you really think we’re that high up, Ben?”

“Yeah! Or actually, no not really, I think it’ll only take like a minute or something.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound as cool. Should we go higher ground-”

“UGH! Why does it matter, I’m dead either way you buffoons!”

“Oh yeah, good point.” He let go of me and off I was screaming as I fall to my doom.

But just above me, a pair of chains wrapped around the rollercoaster and snapped it like a stick, sending idiot crab men falling down with me. Still in shock, I didn’t notice the blue katana fly by, teleporting a smirking turtle just in time to catch me.

“Leo?”

“Missed me?~” He drew his blade mid-air and opened a portal landing us to safety.

“You didn’t think we actually ditched you, did you?”

“Aha, I was starting to…”

I looked past his shoulder towards the sound of Mikey’s hyper yelps.

“It’s mystic time, baby!” I gawked as the orange portal, just like the one from earlier today, opened up swallowing the terrified acrobats and sending them to who knows where.

“Mikey can open portals, too!?”

“Don’t tell me you thought there was a gateway to the Hidden City directly outside the zoo.”

“Actually, yeah I kinda did.”

Mikey walked over pressing against the glass wall between us. Wait, glass? Where even are we?

“Leo, Salena! Are you guys okay?”

“Don’t worry, little brother, we’re perfectly fine. We just gotta get out here.”

“Uh…L-Leo!” He followed my frightened gaze to the giant mutant bullfrogs behind us.

“So that’s what the glass was for.”

“RUN!”

I grabbed his hand and started sprinting away from the green enemy, making sure to dodge the enormous pink tongue currently hunting us.

“You know, for someone who supposedly failed gym, you’re pretty light on your feet.”

I furrowed my brows, more towards his accusation than his inappropriately relaxed smirk “I did fail gym! You’re just lucky dodgeball’s the only sport I’m good at.”

We hid behind a nearby rock, gasping and trying to catch our breaths.

“Man, of all the places you could’ve picked, why’d you portal us here?”

“Hey, it’s not like I meant to! My portals mess up when I panic.”

“You were panicking?”

He looked just as surprised as I did “Ah-”

“Guys! Are you dead?!” his comms let out Mikey’s panicked voice.

“We’re okay, Mikey. Just resting for a bit.”

“Oh good. Cause uh, THE COPS ARE HERE! WE’VE GOTTA MOVE!”

“The cops? Eugh boy.”

“Wait why is that a bad thing? Does the Hidden City not have Good Samaritan laws or something?”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “So uh, remember the whole ‘us getting thrown into jail’ thing? Yeah, we may or may not still be wanted criminals for that whole shebang.”

“You said you got bailed out!”

“I never said legally!”

“Oh my god.”

He peeked from behind the rock, making eye contact with Mikey still waiting for us outside the enclosure.

“Okay, I’ve got an idea but we’ve gotta make a run for it. You ready to leave the zoo?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough mutant mayhem for one day.”

We raced past the mutant frog. Leo swung his sword one last time, creating a portal, and shoved it so it reached both sides of the glass barrier. The three of us dove in as it closed behind, falling back to a soft carpeted floor.

I rubbed my head and looked around “My room… M-My room! Omigosh we made it guys, we’re alive!”

Mikey and Leo were a little less celebratory than I thought they’d be.

“Sorry for dragging you into a fight, Salena. Again. Man, that’s the second time that’s happened. Which, I guess it isn’t a lot, but still weird it happened twice.”

“Ugh, this was supposed to be a fun, relaxing trip to the zoo. I can’t believe those stupid crab jerks showed up and ruined it.”

I had no idea they’d be so dejected over this.

“Who said anything about ruined?” They looked at me puzzled by my unfazed smile.

“Did you hit your head or something? We should check for injuries. Leo-”

“No, guys, I’m fine! Really!”

“You almost died twice today and you think that wouldn’t ruin anything?”

“Okay, yeah, that would’ve been inconvenient if I did, but I didn’t! I mean, come on! Think about literally everything else that happened! My first ever zoo and we just so happened to save it from disaster that exact same day? Guys, this was amazing!” I let myself breathe a bit, feeling the adrenaline calm down. “Life’s been so much better ever since I met you.”

Leo stared at me silently while Mikey caved into his emotions. “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Group hug!”

The teary tangerine pulled us in. For a while, we all stayed like that, cuddled on the floor. Warm, cozy, and comfortable. As weirdly thrilling as the danger was, I think the hugs were still my favorite part about today.

I would’ve loved to just enjoy it a bit longer but my phone alarm rang, the one I always set to be an hour before my oh so beloved family returned.

“You better go. I don’t think my aunt would be very happy with two random turtles in my room.”

After our goodbyes, I happily jumped into bed ready for some quiet downtime. I guess even though I didn’t get to hang out with the person I initially planned to, today might have turned out better this way. I opened up Instagram and started scrolling and catching up on everything else in the world. A YouTuber posted a new video, a couple and their cat went on vacation, an artist opened up commissions. All in all, seemed to be a pleasant day for everyone else, too.

My thumb paused. A new post from Zane. They were pictures from a party he went to today, seemed like he had fun.

I got to the last picture on his post. My eyes went wide, staying glued to the person next to him. Heavy eyes. Dark hair straightened into a ponytail.

I felt my stomach doing flips realizing who it was.

“Jaiden?”

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shecharm · 1 year ago

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ukiyokki · 4 years ago

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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glassartpeasants · 2 years ago

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Can we ask for more of the Isaac of 1800?

yee yee. Sorry that this one is more of a drabble/tease. My body was fighting me the entire time of me writing this. Probably because it knows I have work in the morning.

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Title: Knock You Down

Isaac Grossman x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, dirty thoughts ig?, i don't know how to tag this one, Isaac is kinda an ass also not proof read or edited so please spare me

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Your so clueless. So so clueless. Walking around town so carelessly. How could you be so oblivious to the hungry eyes that locked on your form? It's like your asking to be whisked away from the world by someone. According to all the men in town, you were the most sought after. Every man wished to be the one by your side.

Honestly? He couldn't see it.

You were a snobby bitch who looked down in people like him. People who were less fortunate than people who were born into money. You were in a huge house while he was living in a home that could only fit him.

He hated you. He hated you and how you went walking down the street without a care in the world while all the single and married men worshipped the ground you walked on. It was annoying to hear about you everyday from his co-workers. All talking about how they wish you would notice them and that they would leave their wives for you anytime.

All the women in town hated you. Even if you never did anything to them, they hated you for they're husband's infidelity. Hated how you didn’t even have to try for the men to notice you or treat you nicely just for you to talk to them.

Even through his hatred, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about knocking you down a peg.

Thinking about how he could defile you and watch as you beg him for more. Your nails digging into his back as he fucked you to the point you couldn’t think of anyone else but him. Your voice ringing through his ear as you cried out his name and begged him to continue.

Even though as much as it annoys him, thinking about fucking you stupid never failed to get him hard. The way his pants would get tight as he tried to ignore it with everything inside him. But everytime the image of you on your knees sucking his cock made him forget his hatred of you just to get off to image of you.

All the things he could do to you to show you your not special if he just had the chance. He’d show you that nothing matters in this world and your all going to die one day anyways. But knowing how your family is, he’d be dead for even touching you.

So thats why when you showed up to his favorite pub and sat next to him, he was confused and annoyed. It didn’t help that he was already drunk and wanted to tell you to fuck off. Even through his druken haze he still hated you.

He was about to move from his spot when he felt your hand wrap around his wrist and pull him back down to his chair. He was about to say something but you scooted closer to him and whispered in his ear, he could smell the alcohol on your breath.

“You look like you could use a little company. I hope you don’t mind me being so close to you.” He felt your body scoot even closer to him as you let go of his wrist and moved your hand down to his thigh.

Who do you think your are, thinking you’d be in charge? If anything were to happen he’d be the one having his hands roam all over you. Feeling your skin against his and just wanting to take a bite out of it.

You were playing a dangerous game with him. One wrong move on your end and he won’t be afraid to make you scream his name infront of everyone at the pub. He wouldn’t get in any trouble. Honestly, he’d get praised for ‘finally getting the with the diamond of the town.’

The feeling of your hand traveling closer towards his pants button made a switch flip inside him as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the back door to the pub, whisking you away to his house as you giggled behind him. He’d finally show you what it’s like to feel inferior to someone.

Once you were both in his home he felt your breath on his neck and he turned around on reflex only to be met with you swinging your arms around his neck as you pushed your body closer to his.

“Such a pretty boy.” Your voice sweet enough to cause cavities. His eyebrows furrowed. Since when did you try to complement anyone but yourself?

“So strong and warm.” Stop that.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” It’s not going to work.

“I bet your amazing-” Fuck it.

You weren’t even allowed to finish yoru sentence before you felt him harshly kiss you. You put your hands on his face trying to get him closer as you felt his hands slither behind you and start to undo your dress.

His hands were rough yet so appealing to you at the same time. You couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours. You loved the way he kissed you with such hate that it made you want to even fuck him more.

You felt your back hit the door before a loud rip echoed through his house. Looking dow at the floor you saw what use to be your dress ripped in half. The thought of how strong he would need to be in order to do such a thing made you rub your legs together in excitement. If he’s that strong oh what’s all the things he can do with strength like that?

You could feel his hands grab your thighs before putting them around his waist. His lips leaving yours to kiss down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth sink deep into the flesh there with a bite hard enough to draw blood.

You move your hands under his shirt and felt the warm skin that hid underneath. His whole body shivered at your touch. The feeling of your nails lightly scrapping his skin only made him grip your thighs harder.

The sound of more ripping filled your ears as he pulled off all the remaining clothes that covered your body. You were now bare infront of him and he could see all of you.

Of course your skin was perfect. Of course you just had to had to be what he always thought you’d look like under that dress. How dare you be so perfect enough to match it?

Your fingers undo the button on his pants before hooking your fingers underneath his boxers as well, just enough to pull them down just barely mid thigh. His cock was now fully on display and you couldn’t help but look at it.

He was so much bigger than you orignally thought. Your face burned at the thought of being tainted by a commoner. A commoner like him.

You remember hearing about him. You had eavesdropped on a couple of men having a conversation about a man who refused to admit that he found you attractive. You knew you were pretty, everyone always told you that and as much as you thanked them, it was getting very old. You couldn’t even have any female friends cause they all hated you just cause their husbands weren’t faithful. You felt bad but you couldn’t do anything about it. So when you heard about the one single man that didn’t like you, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You were so curious to know what he looked like. You began asking around who this mysterious man was. You were told that you could find him in the towns pub on Friday night. You were nervous about meeting him so you might have taken a good few glasses of your dads wine before going down to the pub.

You were given a hint of what he looks like but you were surprised when you saw him sitting alone drinking. He was so much prettier than you ever imagined. What caught you was his eyes. They were as green as emeralds and the most enchanting ones you’ve ever seen.

And now, you were going to be seeing a lot more of them because how could he let his pretty face just go to waste? You were looking for an escape from your parents anyways.

#isaac grossman x reader #creepypasta x reader

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jacksonroseroth · 2 years ago

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Dirty Little Secret(Tentative Title)

A/N: This is a Baze fic I’ve been working on, it’s been sitting in my docs and I’m not sure if I should post it all? Give it a read and let me know what y’all think! 🥰😁🫠

Quick history-Netta, full name Lunetta, and Baze had a one night stand, Netta leaving before he woke up the next morning, then wind up working together and having to deal with their ONS and the aftermath. It progresses from there once they smooth things over after Lia’s (full name Aurelia) session.

Once both girls had a Double Double, fries, and a shake in them, they each separated to their own rooms to change and relax for a few hours, before meeting again out on their patio for a smoke session. Lia only stayed for a bowl or two, then left to lounge in her bath before her nightly routine. As Netta shifted to take up Lia’s now abandoned seat on the couch, she opened various social medias, checking in, before finishing with her Instagram. With a small smirk, she chuckled softly as she saw Baze’s handle in her inbox along with a cheeky message of ‘Found you’, along with side eye and wink face emojis. Chewing her lip, Netta opened the message and replied.

LuLuBlake: You think you’re clever…Why didn’t you just ask Lia for my number?

Bazexx: Well, when you and Lia both hightailed it out of there. It was kind of hard to get your number.

LuLuBlake: So how’d you find me?

Bazexx: It helps when you’re all over Lia’s account…And she tags you. Cute handle, by the way, LuLu.

Netta’s cheeks heated and she chuckled softly, shaking her head as she tapped away.

LuLuBlake: Funny, Steven. Listen, people only call me that with special permission from me. Call me that again and it’s your ass. Yee?

Bazexx: Yee, ma’am.

Bazexx: Aren’t you kind of tired of this Instagram messaging? Now that I’ve got you here…Can I get your number?

LuLuBlake: Ooh. Smooth.

LuLuBlake: Didn’t you say this was just a ‘sneaky link’? Why do you need my number? You have me here.

Bazexx: Ohhhh. Okay, it’s like that? I’m hurt.

Bazexx: Alright. Well, since I ‘have you here’…Do you know where the house is? Or should I just come grab you for a backseat bang out? Ladies choice.

LuLuBlake: Such a gentleman, Stevie.

LuLuBlake: I remember where the house is. Are you all home? Cause sneaky link implies we’re able to not get caught. House full of homies doesn’t really help.

Bazexx: Damn, you’ve really got an arsenal on you, don’t you? I like that.

Bazexx: Come over. It’s fine. I’ll game everyone into going for food so we have some time. Deal?

LuLuBlake: Mmm…Food that I get to take part in as well, yes? I’ll gladly bring cash to pay you back.

Bazexx: Hmm…Sneaky link implies a bang and bail. Isn’t that what you wanted??

LuLuBlake: You compromised for me. I suppose…I can, say, bring my stash and we can smoke and talk. We can chill a little? That’s what you wanted right?

Netta smirked lightly as she watched the little ellipses floated and baubled along for several minutes until he sent a simple ‘Sure’. She chuckled softly and sent an ETA before setting her phone on the table to pack and smoke another bowl. As she let out the smoke, Lia walked out in her favorite pair of sweats, a crop sweater and with damp hair, brushing it out as she asked, “What are you smirking and giggling at? Started up the dating apps again?”

Netta gagged and turned to her, giving her a look. With a smirk, Netta said, “God, no. I’m so fucking done with those, Li.” She packed another bowl and handed the bong to her cousin who sat beside her once she shifted back into a sitting position. Taking the bong, Lia asked, “So, who were you talking to?”

“No one. I saw a funny post and sent it to a friend.” Netta said offhandedly. She started to pack away her things once Lia took her hit. “Did you want another? I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Nah, I’m good. It’s nearly 10, I’m gonna turn in early, maybe binge a few episodes first.” Lia said, placing the bong in its place behind the couch. Eyeing her cousin, Lia delicately said, “If you’re really going for a drive…”

“Lia, I’ll be fine. I’m still kind of on edge. I just need to not think for a while.” Netta said as she slid her box under the couch and stood, grabbing her phone and drink from the table. “Oh, and Laudii sent me some new tracks, so I want to listen to those too.”

With a nod, Lia watched her and said, “Alright. Should I wait up? Or is this an all night drive?” Netta hung her head back with a sigh as she gave it some thought, then said, “I dunno. Don’t wait up for me, just in case. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home, okay?”

“Luna, please be safe, okay?” Lia said, with a worried look. Netta chuckled softly then waved a dismissive hand at her as she went inside and to her room. Quickly changing, stripping off her panties, but stuffing fresh ones into her small backpack, Netta put on a pair of black sweats and a crop top under a cream colored knit sweater. Grabbing an extra change of sweats, just in case, stuffing them into her bag, she grabbed her phone, keys, and wallet from her dresser and quickly slipped out the front door.

Baze was able to convince the house to go out for food, which he knew would take them at least an hour. Giving the excuse of wanting to sleep and to just bring back something for him, Baze was able to buy some time to clean his room just a little more before his phone lit up with an Insta DM. His lips tugged upward into a smirk as he read her message telling him she was parked down the street, waiting to get the go ahead to walk up. He went downstairs, making sure the proper cars were gone from the driveway before sending her a thumbs up and unlocking the door.

Netta took a breath as she eyed the thumbs up emoji, then locked her phone, getting out with her bag and locking her car as well. Slipping the strap of her bag over her shoulder, she quickly shuffled down the street and up the driveway. Pulling out her phone again, she sent him a message that she was at the door, and Baze sent one back saying it was open. As she pushed it open, she jumped, slightly, seeing Baze leaning against the wall by the door. Baze chuckled and Netta rolled her eyes with a chuckle and said, “Jesus. You can stand there but you couldn’t open the door?”

“Compromising, right? I left it unlocked for you.” Baze said with a cheeky smirk. Netta looked up at him as she closed the door after slipping inside. He smirked and took her hand, lightly, leading her upstairs and to his room. Letting her walk in first, Baze closed the door behind him, turning to her with his fingers ready to lock the door as he asked, “Do you mind? Just in case Rook decides to barge in.”

Netta turned as she set her bag down on his desk chair. With a small smile, she nodded as she unzipped her bag. Baze chuckled and turned the lock. When he went to her, sliding an arm lightly around her waist, his eyes widened slightly.

“Whoa. I mean, when you said stash, I didn’t think you meant a stash.” He said teasingly. Netta glanced up at him with a soft chuckle as she pulled out a packet of gummies, a pack of joints, and a quarter ounce, setting it on his desk. She chuckled again as she handed him the joints and said, “Well, I couldn’t bring my actual stash. Lia walked out on me as I was packing up. She would have been suspect if I took stuff and said I was going for a drive.”

Baze snickered softly and took the pack, opening it and pulling one out. Setting the pack back down on his desk, he held the joint at his side as he looked down at her and said, “So, how exactly are we doing this? Kissing, no kissing. Do you just want to bang it out now and smoke later?”

“Wow. Damn. Get right to it, I guess.” Netta said with a teasing laugh. Baze chuckled and slid his arm around her again, if only briefly, as his hand lifted to push back her curls from her cheek. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth briefly, she gazed up at him and said, softly, “If our thing is going to be compromising…I would have to say that I wouldn’t entirely be opposed to the girlfriend treatment…If that’s what you’re asking for?”

“I just want to know my boundaries, darlin’. If you want like a fling, every now and then kind of thing, sometimes girls aren’t into the whole making out, pillow talk, intimate shit. Just want to know where you stand, love.” Baze said, sliding a hand over her cheek. Netta tilted her head back as his other hand snaked over her hip and tugged her closer against him as his hand slid further into her hair. Closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lip, hard, she took a breath as she opened her eyes again and slid her hands over his chest, lightly.

“How about this; Do what you do. If I’m uncomfortable or what have you, you’ll be the first to know.” She said, in a rather sultry tone as he lips pulled into a sly smirk. Baze smirked and pushed his hand to the back of her head, gently but firmly guiding her head closer, and her lips to his. She tried not to kiss him back hungrily, though every fiber of her being wanted to, but she took his lead and pulled back when he did. Though she couldn’t hide the wide smile that spread across her face, she rolled the material of his shirt between her fingers lightly as she chuckled and said, “But, let’s get this going so we don’t end up having a chance of being caught.”

Plucking the joint from his fingers and grabbing the quarter ounce bag, she bounced over to his bed, turning in the air as she jumped to plop on the bed with a giggle. Baze chuckled softly, watching her as he slowly made his way over to her. She kept her gaze locked with his as she slowly lifted the hem of her sweater, lifting it up and not caring if her crop top rode up as she tugged it over her head and off. Licking his lips slowly, Baze smirked and let his eyes roam once contact was broken, peeking for a glimpse of, what he hoped was, a braless breast. However, her crop top didn’t ride up enough and he was left wanting as he came to stand in front of her, catching the material in his hand as she made to throw it. Tugging it from her hand, he tossed it over his shoulder before scooping her up and moving her over in one quick motion.

Netta squealed out a laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed her in his lap once he was seated. Crossing her legs, she shifted in his lap and felt around for the joint as he kissed her again, but briefly. His lips curved into a smirk as he watched her, keeping her face close to his as a hand lifted to pick at his beard lightly, then gave it a soft tug. When her fingers found the joint, she lifted it to her lips as she sat back, waiting. With a chuckle, Baze never broke eye contact with her as he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a lighter from a ceramic dish. Lifting it to her, he sparked it up, lighting the tip. Once it burned to a nice, cherry red, Netta leaned back, sliding her palm over his shoulder, then his back to keep herself steady, and held the smoke in as she smirked at him. She then closed her eyes and tilted her head back to let it out in a slow, smooth line.

With a soft groan, Baze’s gaze raked down her throat then her body as his hand slid over her hip. Placing soft kisses along her neck, he smirked against her skin as she said, “Ooh, am I so good you couldn’t wait for a hit first? Damn…Good to know.”

Looking down at him as she felt his lips pull away from her skin, she giggled and bit her lip briefly before taking another hit and offering him the joint. He took it with a smirk, then said, “Don’t let that ego get too inflated, now…”

Netta wrinkled her nose at him and giggled, letting her fingers trail down his throat, lightly, as he took a large toke and turned to her. As her eyes lifted to meet his, she smirked, as did he, then he leaned closer to her, kissing her deep and slow while he blew the smoke into her mouth. She let out a soft moan into the kiss, her fingers threading through his beard briefly, before sliding her hand across his cheek and into his hair. She shifted in his lap quickly, straddling him, before he pulled away, breaking the kiss and turning his head slightly to blow out the remainder.

“Mmm…Well. We didn’t do that last time.” Netta said with a chuckle. Baze held her hip as he took another hit and mused at her lightly as she wrinkled her nose at him again. Chewing her lip, slightly, Netta pulled her hands from his hair and let them drift back under her shirt, fingering her bra clasp. Slipping the straps out from her sleeves and her arms through, she tugged the thin material out from under her shirt and tossed it away. Baze slid his hand from her hip, up her side and under her top, cupping her breast gently. Tousling her curls lightly first, she let her hand drop and slowly cover his hand beneath the material, watching him as he set the joint in an ashtray on the nightstand, then pull her closer to passionately slide his lips over hers, his tongue slipping through, demanding entrance into her mouth. With a light moan, she obeyed, her lips parting for him, and her hands sinking into his hair and tugging gently. Netta tilted her head back with a sigh as Baze’s lips traveled down her neck and his hands both pushing up her top, guiding her arms up so he could pull it over her head and off.

“Mm-God, I forgot how good you smell…” Baze murmured against her skin as he buried his face into her neck, then travelling down to her chest. Netta chuckled softly as she held his head while he laid soft, sweet kisses over the tops of her breasts. With a soft moan, she slid a hand into his hair and said, sweetly but teasingly, “Yeah? You missed me? Got addicted, huh?”

Baze chuckled softly, then gently bit at her breast before flipping her onto her back. Netta let out a soft squeak as she felt his teeth sink into her skin, then raised it to a light yelp as he flipped her. She giggled and clung to him, gazing up at him once she was beneath him. Her fingers found the collar of his shirt and gave it a tug, Baze quickly obliging and tearing it off before descending on her, smashing his lips against hers. Netta moaned into the kiss and hooked a leg around his hip as she kissed him back, sliding her hands over his back and shoulders, slowly drifting to his waistband. Breaking the kiss, Baze nipped at and sucked little marks into her neck, making Netta whimper and make other soft noises as he went.

Panting softly, Netta’s lips found his ear and whispered softly, “Touch me, Baze. Now.”

He groaned into her neck as his hand quickly flew to her waistband and slipped beneath it, then stopped. Netta’s lips curved into a smile along the shell of his ear before he pulled away from her, looking down at her with darkened eyes as his voice became rougher when he said, “You naughty girl…No panties?”

“This is a fuck and duck, right? Why not make the process a little quicker?” Netta mused with a soft shoulder shrug. She smirked up at him, wrapping her fingers around the XX diamond necklace that hung around his neck, tugging him closer until his ear was at her lips again. Whispering with a little more coyness to her tone, she said, “So, you can either finger me or fuck me. You can do both. Pick one and do it. Now.”

As a wicked smirk crossed his face, Baze pushed his hand further, sliding over her mound and swirling his finger around her clit. Netta’s eyes fluttered closed and her fingers gripped at his arms, letting him push her legs open more to gain better access, as his hand shifted. His thumb now swiped up and down slowly over her clit while he sank his middle finger inside her, slowly pumping.

“Oh? Nothing smart to say now?” Baze purred in her ear. Netta pressed her temple against his as he continued to whisper in her ear. Casting a look down, seeing his hand shoved into her sweats and working between his thighs, she whimpered softly and turned to face him as she felt her orgasm building. Baze smirked before sliding his lips over hers, kissing her deep and slow as he worked his fingers inside her, pumping and rubbing until she broke the kiss with a soft cry, then melted into a mound of moans as he rode her through her climax, writhing in pleasure beneath him. As she came down, panting hard, she tugged his hand from her sweats and pushed him onto his back. Baze chuckled and watched her, putting a hand behind his head as her fingers slid along his waistband.

“Let me hear you say something smart, now.” She teased as she slid his sweats and boxers down, wrapping her hand around his cock, pumping slowly. Baze hissed through his teeth, then moaned softly. Netta giggled lightly. “That’s what I thought.”

Before he could say anything back, he was rendered speechless as her lips descended over his tip as she took him into her mouth. Pulling his hand from behind his head, his fingers quickly wrapped around her curled and soft strands, tugging lightly as her head bobbed over his cock, her tongue licking and swirling around his head and then down his shaft. His hand sunk deeper into her hair, until he had her by the roots, his fingers curled right as she brought him to the edge of his climax. She pulled her mouth from his cock with a soft moan, swallowing hard before licking her lips as she gazed up at him with a coy smirk.

Looking down at her with a half dazed, half upset look, he said, “He-Hey. At least I let you come.”

Netta giggled and crawled up to him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. She mused at him lightly and said, “Oh-mmm…I just figured you’d want to come in me…”

He laughed softly and said, “In your mouth or your pussy, baby, it’s in you.” Netta let out a loud laugh, Baze chuckling along with her, then she took his hands, guiding them to her waist.

As she got in his face, her lips sliding along his lightly, she said, “Will you shut the fuck up and take my pants off so you can fuck me?” She pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply with a soft moan as he obeyed, quickly lifting her to tug her sweats off and toss them off the bed. As he gripped her waist to flip her on her back, Netta pushed him back down and smirked, shifting to sit on his hips, then sliding a hand down her body to reach between them, guiding his now hard cock to her entrance.

“So demanding and controlling tonight, aren’t we?” Baze chuckled, sliding his hands over her thighs, then to her waist. Netta smirked and said, “I let you have control last time. Don’t get me wrong-It was beyond hot. But in the spirit of our compromising relationship…I figured you wouldn’t mind relinquishing to me for a minute.”

“Oh, honey. I do not mind. At all.” He half growled out, his eyes drifting down to where she held his cock, her fingers lightly stroking him. She giggled and shifted her hips, slowly siding down on his shaft, tilting her head back with a moan. Baze closed his eyes and pushed back into his pillow, his own moan slipping out. He looked up at her, his hands sliding up from her waist to cup both her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, lightly. Netta moaned and covered his hands. Reaching out with her other hand, she pointed a lazy finger at the joint that still clung to life with a sad, little smoke trail. Baze chuckled and handed it to her, his hand trailing down her arm as she lifted it to her lips, taking a long drag. Handing it back to him, she waited until he had set it down to lean closer to him, sealing her lips to his and blowing the smoke into his mouth as she kissed him deep and slow.

As she began to move her hips, she leaned back with a moan and Baze groaned as he watched her face. Her mouth was slightly dropped open in pleasure, with her brows drawn together in a similar fashion. Her eyes were closed and her curls were tossed across her face, haphazardly. He smirked and sat up, wrapping an arm around her as his lips enclosed over a pretty, pink and perky nipple, his tongue playing with it, lightly, before he dragged it through his teeth. Netta gasped then moaned, her hand flying to the back of his head, cradling him as he suckled, then sucked a mark into the side of her breast. She slid her hands down his arms then to his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. She giggled as his eyes grew dark while he watched her, sliding her hands over her breasts before shoving one into her curls, planting the other on his chest as she shifted again, leaning forward to give her a better angle to bounce in his lap.

“Ohh-Ho..Ly fuck, Luna. Ohh, God.” Baze moaned, holding her waist as he shifted as well, moving with her hips to thrust in and out of her. Netta paused for a half second, caught off guard by the name he used, but let it pass as his hands slid up her sides. Netta tilted her head back with a moan, dragging her nails along his chest, lightly, before finding his hands in the air and catching them, lacing their fingers together. As Netta desperately tried to move her hips faster, Baze caught on as she began to squeeze his hands a little harder. Pulling his hands from hers, he took her waist and rolled her onto her back, pinning her to his mattress as he readjusted himself then began to thrust in and out of her faster.

“Oh-B-Baze. Fuck, fuck, yes-Oh!-Yes, p-please-” Netta squeaked out as she rolled her head from side to side, her hands clawing at his arms as he kept her waist pinned down and a leg, bent and tucked under his arm. Baze released her leg, sliding his hand to her jaw and turning her face to him. Netta’s eyes snapped open in time to see him toss his hair back with a groan, then look back down at her with a lustful look. He saw her own eyes grow dark after seeing him towering over her as he tunneled his cock inside her.

“Yes? Please? Please, what, Luna? Use your words, dove.” Baze growled out softly at her, his hand lightly gripping her jaw as he slowed his pace, making her hips squirm and roll faster as she tried to build her orgasm back up again.

“Plea-Please, please, Daddy, let me come.” Netta purred at him, her breath hitching as she felt him slip a little deeper inside her for a brief moment. Baze raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, giving her a small nod to continue as his thumb slid over her lower lip, gently forcing her mouth open for him. She let her mouth drop open, letting her lips part slowly before allowing Baze to guide her chin lower. She gave him a sweet moan, his name tumbling from her lips softly as he sped up his thrusts again. “Oh!-Wait, please-” She tugged at his arm until he bent closer to her and she could whisper in his ear, “Baze, whatever the fuck you did before-Do it again. I want to come with your cock deep inside me. Please, Baze.”

Baze groaned and slid his hand from her jaw, closing it around her neck for a moment before bracing it beside her head. She felt his hand squeeze tighter on her hip as he began to grunt softly, trying to shift his cock deeper inside her. With each thrust, Netta let out a gasp or moan or some other sweet noise that she made in his ear, spurring him on until he finally sunk his teeth into her shoulder and thrust harder and faster until the pleasure that tingled so sweetly in his balls finally spilled out. Netta cried out his name softly as her own climax hit her. She clung to him, fingers buried deep in his hair, the other hand digging her nails into his shoulder. Her nails were sharper, so when she dug too far, he released her shoulder and turned to tug her hand away, pinning it above her as his thrusts slowed to a stop while he rode them both through their orgasms. Netta arched against him with a series of soft moans, whimpering as her waves of pleasure ebbed away. Finally she let out a soft gasp and went limp beneath him.

With a soft, breathy chuckle, Baze kissed along her neck before collapsing on the bed behind her, snaking an arm under her neck, leaving one draped across her waist. Netta giggled and sighed, biting her lip as she felt her clit still pulsing with lingering pleasure. As her hands slid over her body slowly, gathering her senses still, Baze slid his hands over her arms, catching her hands as he nuzzled her hair, lightly, with a small smirk. Netta sighed, contently, as she slowly opened her eyes and watched his fingers dance and play with hers before he curled both their arms around her, pulling her back against him. Netta giggled and turned her head toward Baze, meeting his lips with a slow kiss.

“We still have another 55 minutes…” Baze teased. They both broke into laughter and she rolled away from him, still laughing.

Let me know what you think!

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nim-lock · 4 years ago

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Art Career Tips, 2021 Edition

Here’s an edited version of my 2019 answered ask, because... this feels relevant.

It is a problem of capitalism that folks equate their income as a judgement of their value as people; and let me preface. You are worth so much. You have inherent value in this world. Your income is not a judgement on who you are (plenty of billionaires are actively making the world worse). LARPing self-confidence will go a long way to helping you get paid more for your work, because clients will believe that you know what you are doing, and are a professional.

& real quick—my own background is that I’ve been living off my art since 2018. I went to art school (Pratt Institute). I work in a publishing/educational materials sphere, and a quarter of my income is my shop. Not all of this information may apply to you, so it is up to you to look through everything with a critical eye, and spot pick what is relevant.

So there are multiple ways of getting income as an artist;

Working freelance or full-time on projects

Selling your stuff on a shop

Licensing (charging other companies to use your designs)

This post primarily covers the freelance part; if you’re interested in the other bits there is absolutely info out there on the internet.

IF you are just starting (skip to next section if not applicable) dream big, draw often (practice helps you get better/more efficient), do your best to take "a bad piece” lightly. You’re gonna RNG this shit. At some point your rate of “good” works will get higher. Watch tutorial videos & read books. A base understanding of “the rules”; anatomy, perspective, composition, color helps you know what the rules are to break them. This adds sophistication to your work. One way you can learn this stuff is by doing “studies”—you’re picking apart things from life, or things other people have done, to see what works, and how it works.

Trying to turn your interests into a viable career means that you are now a SMALL BUSINESS; it really helps to learn some basic marketing, graphic design, figure out how to write polite customer service emails; etc. You can learn some of this by looking it up, or taking skillshare (not sponsored) classes by qualified folks. Eventually some people may get agents to take care of this for them—however, I do recommend y’all get a basic understanding of what it takes to do it on your own, just so you can know if your agent is doing a good job.

Making sure your portfolio fits the work you want to get

Here is a beginner portfolio post.

Research the field you’d like to get into. The amount people work, the time commitment, the process of making the thing, the companies & people who work for them.

Create work that could fit in to the industry you’re breaking into. For example, if you want to do book cover illustration, you draw a bunch of mockup book covers, that can either be stuff you make up, or redesigns of existing books. If you’re not 100% sure what sort of work is needed for the industry, loop back into the portfolios of artists in a similar line of work as whatever you’re interested in, and analyze the things they have in common. If something looks to be a common project (like a sequence of action images for storyboard artists), then it’s probably something useful for the job.

CLIENTS HIRE BASED ON HOW WELL THEY THINK YOUR WORK FITS WHAT THEY WANT. If they’re hiring for picture books, they’re gonna want to see picture book art in your portfolio, otherwise they may not want to risk hiring you. Doesn’t have to be 100% the project, but stuff similar enough. If you aren’t hired, it doesn’t mean your work is bad, it just wasn’t the right fit for that specific client.

If you have many interests, make a different section of your portfolio for each!

Making sure you’re relevant

Have a social media that’s a little more public-facing, and follow people in the career field you’re interested in. Fellow artists, art directors, editors, social media managers; whoever. Post on your own schedule.

Interact with their posts every so often, in a non-creepy way.

If you’ve made any contacts, great! Email these artists, art directors, editors, former professors, etc occasional updates on your work to stay in touch AND make sure that they think about you every so often.

Show up to general art events every once in a while! If you keep showing up to ones in your area (when... not dying from a sneeze is a thing), folks will eventually start to remember you.

Industry events & conferences can be pricey, so attend/save up for what makes sense for you. Industry meetups are important for networking in person! In addition to meeting people with hiring power, you also connect with your peers in the community. Always bring a portfolio & hand out business cards like candy.

Active job hunting

Apply to job postings online.

If interested in working with specific people at specific companies, you could send an email “I’d love to work with you, here’s my portfolio/relevant experience”, even if they aren’t actively looking for new hires. Be concise, and include a link to your work AND attached images so the person reading the email can get a quick preview before clicking for more.

Twitter job postings can be pretty underpaid! Get a copy of the Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines to know your rate. I once had a twitter post job listing email me back saying that other illustrators were charging less, and I quote, “primarily because they’re less experienced and looking for their first commission”. This was not okay! For reference, this was a 64-illustration book. The industry rate of a children’s book (~36 pages) is $10k+, and this company’s budget was apparently $1k. For all of it.

Congrats you got a job! Now what?

Ask for like, 10% more than they initially offer and see if they say yes. If they do, great! If not, and the price is still OK, great! Often company budgets are slightly higher than they first tell you, and if you get this extra secret money, all the better for you.

Make sure you sign a contract and the terms aren’t terrible (re: GO GET THE Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines)

Be pleasant and easy to work with (Think ‘do no harm but take no shit’)

Communicate with them as much as needed! If something’s going to be late, tell them as soon as you know so they aren’t left wondering or worse, reaching out to ask what’s up.

And if all goes well, they’ll contact you about more jobs down the line, or refer you to other folks who may need an artist, etc.

Quick note about online shops/licensing and why they’re so good

It’s work that you do once, that you continuously make money off of. Different products do well in different situations (conventions vs. online, and then further, based on how you market/the specific groups you are marketing to), so products that may not do well initially may get a surge later on.

Start with things that have low minimum order quantity and are relatively cheap to produce, like prints and stickers.

If you are not breaking even, go back to some of the earlier portions of this and think about how you could tweak things as a small business. Ease of access is also very important with this; for example, if you only take orders through direct messages, that immediately shuts off all customers who don’t like talking to strangers.

Quick resource that you could look through; it’s the spreadsheet of project organizing that I made a while back

Licensing is when people pay you for the right to use your work on stuff they need to make, like textbooks or greeting cards. This is generally work you’ve already made that they are paying the right to use for a specified time or limited run of products. This is great because you’ve already done the work. I am not the expert on this. Go find someone else’s info.

“I am not physically capable of working much”/ “I need to pay the bills”

Guess who got a hand injury Sept 2020 that messed me up that entire month! I had a couple jobs going at the time that I was terrified of losing, but they were quite understanding when I told them I needed to heal. So: Express your needs as early as you know you need them. Also do lots of stretches and rest your hands whenever you feel anything off; this will save your health later. Like, the potential of a couple months of no income was preferable over losing use of my hands for the rest of my life.

This continues to apply if you have any other life situation. Ask for extra time. Ask for clarification. If you tell people ahead of time, folks are often quite understanding. Know how much you are capable of working and do your best not to overdo it. (I am.. bad at this)

Do what MAKES SENSE for your situation. If doing art currently earns you less money than organizing spreadsheets, then do that for now, and whenever you have the energy, break down some of the tips above into actionable tiny chunks, and slowly work at em.

The original ask I got in 2019 mentioned ‘knowing you’re not good enough yet’. Most artists experience imposter syndrome & self-doubt—the important thing is to do your best, and if anything, attempt to channel the confidence of a mediocre white man. If he can apply to this job/charge hella money for Not Much, then so can you!

Check out this Art Director tumblr for more advice!

Danichuatico’s Literary Agent guide

Kikidoodle’s Shop Shipping Tutorial

Best of luck!

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Once again disclaimer this post is just the ramblings of a man procrastinating on other things that need to be done. I’ve Long Posted my own post so that it turns into mush in my brain if I try to read it, but I wrote this so I should know this content. If you got down here, congrats. Here’s a shrimp drawing.

Yee Ha.

My reference post tag My tip jar

#reference #artist information #UHHHHH I don't know man

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bihansthot · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,104 times in 2021

516 posts created (25%)

1588 posts reblogged (75%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.1 posts.

I added 1,179 tags in 2021

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#bi han - 273 posts

#sub zero - 238 posts

#noob saibot - 102 posts

#og sub zero - 79 posts

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Longest Tag: 101 characters

#itd also be cool if people supported me like they support other people who like the “wrong characters

My Top Posts in 2021

I’m gonna piggyback off the whole “heroes don’t eat pussy” debacle to remind the fandom that’s why I fuck a villain. Noob eats pussy like it’s his fucking job, he’ll eat pussy anytime, anywhere because he’s not afraid to please his woman. It’s not just Noob though, all the MK villains love eating pussy. Movie Sub-Zero? The man will do it so long and so often you’ll swear you’re pussy is frozen but it feels so good you don’t care. Kano? Can’t get enough of it, Kabal? Asks for seconds. Erron? Yee Haw, you’ll be riding that cowboy’s face all night long. Shang? You can’t keep that man away from your pussy. Goro might be a prince but that just means he eats pussy with class. Maybe Rain seems like a primadonna who wouldn’t but he tongue fucks so hard you’ll swear he’s the only god who exists. Hell even Shao Kahn is a pussy hungry fiend, how do you think he manages to keep Twindel? Again all of the MK villains love eating pussy even the ones I left off.

In conclusion being a villain fucker is better because our men love eating pussy.

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Did someone order some Dom Daddy Polar Bear up in this bitch? Umm yes! Yes they did! I was recruited to write this after @legends-of-apex deferred @icy-spicy and @lilliannmac suggestion of the following:

After being summoned in such a grandiose way how could I refuse my beloveds like this? @legends-of-apex I hope you don't mind me borrowing your post format for this one.

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

Rating: Y'all know my drill by now this is absolutely NS/FW, not suitable for minors whatever you wanna call it, must be 18+ to read.

Word Count: 4,105

Summary: You're an instructor within the Lin Kuei and when the Shirai Ryu visit it's up to you to calm down your Grandmaster. Set post MK11 but it could totally be movie Bi-Han too, look y'all don't come to me for stories and settings lol It's whatever Bi-Han you want.

A/N: As always if you enjoyed this please leave me comments, likes reblogs, ridiculous gifs just anything that lets me know you liked it and want to see more from me in the future. As always a special thanks and shout out to my BH crew and my other MK lovelies who keep me inspired to keep writing, if you want to be tagged in future fics/headcanons whatever just let me know!

Tag list: @icy-spicy @legends-of-apex @lilliannmac @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @chadillacboseman @missroro@free-the-shadows @justnerdthings @nyxdjarin @thetigerandthedoe @fromthewifecage @feistyfandomthings @ayas-lair

You let out a loud groan as your student manages to land a hit on you, you had heard from Kuai Liang there was a particularly gifted student among the older students, but being one of the Lin Kuei’s best instructors you didn’t give it much thought. At least not until this moment when you were stunned briefly more from the blow dealt to your ego more so than the actual pain of the hit itself.

“Frost that’s enough, you made your point,” Kuai Liang calls from across the courtyard as the student, Frost; blatantly ignores Kuai Liang’s command and goes in for another hit.

You don’t have time to counterattack so you bring your hands up in a defensive stance, hoping that it will be enough to deflect the majority of the attack. You wait for the impact but it never comes, you hesitantly open your eyes when you hear a deep voice berating Frost.

“You’re about as stubborn and arrogant as I was at your age,” Bi-Han is in between the two of you holding Frost up by the scruff of her neck, the younger cryomancer looks furious and embarrassed all at the same time as she thrashes and growls in Bi-Han’s grasp. “You don’t have the same skill and accomplishments under your belt I did though, you have to earn that arrogance,” Bi-Han hisses, clearly annoyed with his brother’s ill-disciplined disciple.

Kuai Liang lets out a heavy, exasperated sigh as he makes his way to the center of the training grounds, “I’ll take it from here brother, she’s my problem and she has a lot of dishwashing in her future.” Kuai Liang helped Frost down from Bi-Han’s rough grasp and ushered her towards the kitchen, grumbling the whole way about how she needed to learn discipline and to stop embarrassing him in front of the Co-Grandmaster.

Bi-Han turns to you and runs his cold hand along your cheek affectionately, “well that was close, she almost got your face with that one.”

“I would have been fine Bi-Han, I can handle myself ya know, I am one of the instructors here for a reason,” you huff, your pride had already been wounded by Frost’s initial hit you didn’t need it further diminished by Bi-Han’s patronizing.

He grunts in annoyance before turning a playful smirk towards you, “oh I know you can take care of yourself qīn, but what if she had gotten your jaw? I’m looking out for my own interests, you can’t suck my dick if your jaw is broken.”

You scowl, the look he’s giving you is absolutely infuriating yet so commonplace for the older cryomancer you can’t help but be surprised his face hasn’t frozen that way. You take a breath to calm yourself, trying not to play into his hand, “well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Bi-Han frowns at your response, disappointed he hadn’t been able to get a rise out of you like he had wanted, “well aren’t you a cheeky little minx today? You better go get washed up for dinner, we’ll have a talk about your behavior towards your Grandmaster later,” he growls before stalking off.

Heh heh heh shit, you think to yourself, the last thing you had wanted to do was piss the cryomancer off, something else must be troubling him, there was no way a snarky little comment from you, his bratty little lover; would set him off so greatly. You gnaw on your lower lip with worry as you make your way back to the barracks and to your room, you take a moment or two to splash some cold, clean water on your face and touch up your eyeliner before slipping out of your training robes and into your more formal silk robes. You make your way towards the dining hall and that’s when you notice him, the little Shirai Ryu whelp sitting next to Kuai Liang, making pleasant conversation with him. “So that’s it, that’s why Bi-Han is so on edge today, thank fuck they only sent Hasashi’s lapdog this time,” you narrow your eyes at Takeda and take your place next to Bi-Han, who is eating his meal quickly and in total silence.

Kuai Liang shoots a disapproving look at both of you, but neither one of you are willing to acknowledge your guest, you didn’t have any personal beef with Takeda, but he was Shirai Ryu and despite the truce, Kuai Liang forged during Bi-Han’s years as the wraith Noob Saibot, you weren’t exactly inclined to make nice with your lover’s murderer, let alone his clan. You also knew better than to provoke Bi-Han when he was like this, sure you loved poking the proverbial bear under normal circumstances but this was one of those situations where it was just better to go along with whatever the older cryomancer wanted.

Bi-Han stood abruptly after finishing his meal and headed out into the cold night, you stayed however to finish your meal and to give the cryomancer a little time and space to cool down.

Now that Bi-Han had left you could feel Kuai Liang’s brown eyes boring holes into your very soul anytime he looked at you and you knew you no longer had the protection of Bi-Han to excuse your rudeness. You take a sip of your drink and clear your throat before politely turning to Takeda, “I trust your trip was smooth and things here are to your liking, Takeda.”

Takeda just smiles at you, looking suddenly far less uncomfortable than he had with Bi-Han in the room, “everything went fine and most people have been welcoming and cooperative so far, well other than Sub-Zero.”

“Speaking of Sub-Zero, someone should probably go and check on him, you’ll excuse me of course. Takeda. Grandmaster, have a lovely evening,” you bow to the two of them before making your way out of the dining room, ignoring the furious glare from Kuai Liang. You don’t head after Bi-Han like you said you were going to, instead you head to your room, knowing the cryomancer would find you when he was willing to be around people again. It didn’t take him long.

Bi-Han was still in a foul mood, you could tell the moment the cryomancer stormed into your room after the tense communal evening meal. You’re almost afraid to ask him what he wants as a violent shiver wracks your body and you don’t dare move from your seat on your modest bed.

“Strip,” his deep voice commands, “I’m in no mood for pleasantries tonight,” he adds as Sub-Zero invades your space, his icy breath ghosting over your immediately hot, flushed cheeks.

“Y-yes Grandmaster,” your voice wobbles and falters as you rush to obey the cryomancer, you fumble clumsily with the ties to your robes.

Bi-Han growls with frustration and easily tears the silken fabrics from your body, before you can protest his cold lips are on yours, stealing your breath from the icy impact. “You’re taking too long,” he rumbles against your lips before snaking a hand around your throat.

You whine against his mouth as he applies the gentlest of pressures to your windpipe, restricting your airflow just enough to tease. Your eyes go wide as you're pressed down into your bed and tremble under the cryomancer, you’re not sure if you’re trembling from the cold rolling off Bi-Han’s perfect body or if it’s from your growing arousal. You knew this was the most likely outcome of the evening but even you were a bit surprised with how quickly Bi-Han was moving, there was no snide, teasing remarks, no playful dirty talk, just Sub-Zero demanding submission from you.

“You better be wet already qīn,” he grunts as he doesn’t even bother disrobing and opts for just pulling his impressive length from the confines of his rough linen pants before pulling your legs apart.

You can’t even form a response to his question, you were used to Bi-Han being a demanding and impatient man, but this was unusual behavior even for him. You bite your lip as you feel the velvety head of his cock gliding over your folds, smearing your want all over his length before sliding it inch by inch inside your aching hole. You cry out and throw your head back as you try and adjust to the cryomancer filling you, his cock opening you up gradually until you hear a frustrated grunt from Bi-Han as he pulls your hips toward his cramming the rest of his enormous cock in your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out an embarrassingly loud shout as you feel his cock rearranging your insides, your pussy throbs around his length trying to accommodate him. “B-bi-Han,” you manage to whine before you find your airflow suddenly restricted.

“Grandmaster,” he growls in correction, “fuck you’re tight,” he grits out as he tries to let you adjust to his cock.

The stretch is so good but borderline painful at the same time, you shift your hips slightly in discomfort, hoping to get a better angle to alleviate some of the burn. Bi-Han doesn’t allow you the luxury of waiting though, he pulls his cock out until just the cold tip is left inside before slamming it back inside your tight pussy. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stifle your cry so the others don’t hear you, Bi-Han lets out a satisfied groan atop you as your pussy desperately tries to accommodate his length. He thrusts slow and deep a few more times, opening you up little by little as you moan and squirm before he sets a hard, fast pace, his thick cock-head brushing against your sweet spot with each thrust. “So good,” you whimper softly as his hips smack into yours, his taut, perfectly muscled lower stomach assaulting your clit with each thrust, you were getting wetter by the moment but didn’t want to cum just yet.

Bi-Han growls as he fucks into you harder, the wetness only making his job easier but he frowns when he notices you trying to hold back and you’re startled to find his cold, calloused hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he keeps fucking you. The cryomancer just chuckles at your distress, loving the way his ever-tightening fingers forces you to tense around his cock. “The Lin Kuei never show mercy, you should know that better than anyone qīn” he purrs, his thrusts becoming more animalistic with your erratic movements.

Every thrust of his hip drives you mad with pleasure; it’s so intense you feel like you’re about to pass out as you try your best not to cum on his cold hard cock then and there. You choke as your air supply is cut off completely by the cryomancer’s icy hand, as he continues to use you for his own enjoyment, his pace cruel and unrelenting, driving you to hysterics as tears begin to fall. You feel like you’re drowning in the best way possible as Sub-Zero chokes you harder.

“Cum for your Grandmaster if you wanna breathe,” Bi-Han growls out as his cock slips in and out of your tight pussy.

Your eyes widen in shock as you gurgle and gasp for breath, it doesn’t take much longer until the cryomancer forces you to a peak more intense than any before it, your scream dies in your throat as you convulse around his hard length. Stars and black spots dance before your eyes as your body is wracked with shudders, your consciousness starts to fade as you continue to choke and gurgle riding out your orgasm. Eventually, he finally allows you to breathe again, you bark and wheeze trying to pull air back into your burning lungs, drool and spittle dripping down your chin.

Sub-Zero doesn’t even allow you to finish catching your breath before he unceremoniously pulls his cock out of your soaked, fluttering cunt. He grips your hair tightly and pulls you by your hair until your body is upright and your flushed, panting face is level with his cock. “Since you’re being so sloppy already you may as well just suck it,” he commands.

You suck in a deep breath through your nose before you begin to bob your head enthusiastically along his dripping length, tasting yourself on his cock. You moan loudly around his cock as you force him down your throat, it burns, it aches, you have to fight the urge to not gag, but you don’t care, deep down you love it when Bi-Han gets in a mood like this and uses you like the little whore for him you are. You mewl happily as a strong hand firmly grasps your hair, Bi-Han’s icy grip pulls your head back a bit, you’re about to start protesting before his cock sinks into your warm, wet mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth, using it the same way he was using your pussy just a few moments ago, filling your mouth with deep, slow strokes. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you can feel your want dripping down your thighs and the sheets below you are soaked through as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, look at you,” he lets out a contented sigh as his hand cups your hollowed cheek before running his thumb around your cheekbone affectionately, his prior anger abating with each flick and curl of your tongue. “You’re being such a good girl for me now, such a good little Lin Kuei slut. Shit, don’t stop, it feels so good” he praises. Bi-Han’s lip curls up into a pleasured snarl as his cock sinks all the way into your tight throat and you find yourself fighting back the urge to sneeze as dark hairs assault your nose. He keeps his pace slow for a while, enjoying the heat and pressure of your mouth as he lazily presses his hips forward to meet your mouth, but it doesn’t stay slow and gentle for long though. Soon, he’s gripping your hair harder, demanding your head move swifter to keep up with the demand of his thrusting hips.

You whimper from his words of praise laced with humiliation as your eyes water while you fight back your gag reflex, you ignore your discomfort and focus solely on pleasing the cryomancer. You gurgle and moan wantonly around his length as you keep pace with him, relishing in the rough pace you’ve fallen into, saliva dripping down your chin as his cock slips down your throat over and over making you dizzier and dizzier with need and lack of oxygen. You lick and suck him as best as you can, still able to taste yourself on him; as his enormous cock slips in and out of your swollen, puffy lips. It’s a sensation you never want to end, “too bad the Shirai Ryu don’t stop by more often,” you think to yourself before you feel Bi-Han’s cock twitch deep in your throat forcing you to only think about his thick, cold cum coating your throat and mouth. A shiver wracks your body at the thought as you turn your eyes up towards his ice blue ones, silently pleading with your Grandmaster to finish in your mouth, your hands claw impatiently at his hips as you wait for his decision.

Sub-Zero knows exactly what you want but he has different plans, “good girl qīn, you’re always such a good girl for me,” Bi-Han grits out, his words dripping with lust “but I’m not done with you yet.” His labored breath comes out in great big clouds of condensation as he keeps thrusting his huge cock in and out of the impossibly tight confines of your throat, pushing you past your own limits of arousal, the puddle between your thighs growing by the minute. His cold hand forces its way into your mouth as his thumb pushes its way inside, pressing down firmly on your molars forcing your mouth open even more than it already is. “Fuck, you look so good like this, such a good little slut with your pretty little mouth stretched so wide around my dick like that,” he growls, forcing his cock all the way down your aching throat, holding it there as your tongue frantically laves the underside of his velvety shaft, desperate to please him. You can feel your chin becoming glossier with saliva as his thumb keeps your mouth open wide and you’re unable to keep up with him entirely, too caught up in enjoying being used to continue to focus on doing a good job.

You hear him groan your name as the grip on your hair tightens painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut as suddenly your mouth is left gaping and empty as he pushes you back effortlessly and cages your body with his well-built, cold body. Bi-Han grips at your hips frantically, frost slowly creeping along your soft skin as the cryomancer slams back inside your dripping cunt. You don’t care anymore about who hears you as you scream his name and practically cum then and there.

Bi-Han groans, deep and guttural with satisfaction as he revels in your tight, wet heat, “I’m not going to last much longer qīn,” he warns.

His cold fingers are suddenly in between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his erratic thrusts, “please Grandmaster, please don’t stop, oh fuck your cock feels so good. So good!” You can’t help but cry as he slams into you over and over, each thrust assaulting a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. You cling to him as your body is covered in a thin veil of ice from the proximity of the cryomancer’s perfect body as your nails claw at his shoulders frantically. Everything feels so good, so perfect you don’t even care that his cock is pounding into your cervix causing your toes to curl with the overwhelming sensation. The sensation of the cryomancer’s cock filling you over and over immediately causes you to dig your nails deeply into his back as you arch your back almost entirely off the bed as his dick brushes against your sweet spot. You gasp as his cock fills you up so entirely your breath catches in your throat, you can’t help but squeeze and tighten around his length as he starts to pound harder into your trembling pussy. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes through your body with a force that knocks the air from your lungs and causes your vision to blur. Your pussy spasms around Bi-Han’s thick cock as your eyes roll into the back of your head as you continue to tremble and thrash beneath him as pleasure assaults your senses entirely leaving you weak and lightheaded. You whimper softly as the cryomancer grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises before he buries himself as deeply inside your tight wet heat he can.

“Fuck!” he shouts loudly as his hips press flush with yours and his body jolts and you feel his cock twitching wildly in the confines of your fluttering pussy as he cums deep inside you.

You cry out as you feel pulse after pulse of thick, cold cum coating your insides, paining your pussy white with the cryomancer's release. You whine and mewl in pleasure as you’re filled to the brim with the cold viscous fluid, your lips tiredly search for Bi-Han’s as you whimper his name over and over, your body trembling from the cold and your post-orgasmic bliss.

The cryomancer just chuckles as he sloppily closes the gap between you, his cold lips clumsily working against yours until he breaks free to pant with exertion. He lets out a deeply satisfied sigh as he collapses against you, “I swear qīn when I get like that you’re the only one who can calm me down.”

You practically purr with contentment as you card your fingers through his short ebony locks, “I’m more than happy to take care of you anytime, I just wish you didn’t let yourself get so bothered by those Shirai Ryu dogs. I mean look around Bi-Han, you won, you’re alive again, that asshole Hasashi couldn’t keep you dead forever.” You’re not sure if your words will soothe or provoke the cryomancer again, but you wouldn’t mind either outcome even though your throat ached and felt swollen and your poor pussy wasn’t in much better shape.

“Hm. I guess you’re right qīn, I am alive again and I have you to help relieve my tension, don’t act like you don’t love it when I get this way, I know you do. Maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll choke you even when I’m not pissed off,” he chuckles before stifling a yawn. Bi-Han finally rolls off you and tucks his cock back into his pants, before wrapping your blanket around you and flinging you with ease over his shoulder. “You’re bed sucks, let’s go sleep in mine,” he complains before walking out into the great stone hallways connecting the many buildings of the Lin Kuei compound.

“Bi-Han!” you squeak in protest, “what if someone sees us!?” you squeal and cling to his broad shoulders.

“Oh please, like the whole compound doesn’t know you’re fucking the Grandmaster, trust me qīn your voice carries and like I said you bed sucks,” it doesn’t take long for him to walk across the torchlight courtyard to the Grandmaster’s chambers, as the eldest Bi-Han had the lavish complex to himself.

“Oof!” you exclaim as your dropped onto the soft bearskin blanket draped over his bed, “I mean I guess everyone must know, and your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine,” you finally relent before sleepily climbing under the warm blankets.

Bi-Han joins you and pulls you close as you drift off into a very satisfied sleep. You awake the next morning to find Bi-Han gone, but a fire was light in the fireplace and a fresh set of robes were laid on the bed next to you. You dressed quickly and made your way to the dining hall, hoping you hadn’t overslept too long.

“There you are y/n, I was afraid my brother killed you last night with the way you were screaming,” Kuai Liang announces loudly as you walk into the dining hall.

Your cheeks feel as though they’re on fire at the Co-Grandmaster’s words, “I, uh, yes, well, extra training can be quite intense sometimes, maybe if you tried it once in a while you’d be less uptight,” you mumble the later half under your breath.

“At least wake her up on time brother,” Kuai Liang turns to Bi-Han giving him a disapproving look.

Bi-Han just gives his younger brother a shit-eating grin, before whispering just loud enough for the two of them to hear “look when you do that good of a job sucking cock you earn the right to sleep in a little.”

Kuai Liang turns bright red at Bi-Han’s words, “brother please, I don’t need details.” He clears his throat and stands to address the rest of the clan, “you have 15 more minutes to finish your meals before commencing morning training.”

You share a knowing look with Bi-Han as you suggestively lick the thick congee from your spoon causing Kuai Liang to leave the table in a hurry, you scoot closer to Bi-Han once his brother’s gone. “He really needs to get laid,” you say casually before eating another mouthful of porridge.

“I don’t know, it’s a lot of fun teasing him,” Bi-Han chuckles shoving a mouthful of youtiao into his mouth.

“What exactly is your favorite pastime Bi-Han? Fucking me or teasing your little brother I wonder,” you muse aloud, finishing your breakfast in record time to be sure to beat your students to the training field.

“I’m the Grandmaster, I don’t have to choose, I get to do both as much as I want,” Bi-Han laughs before giving you a little swat on your behind as you rush off. “Have a good day with the little brats qīn, come find me when you’re ready for real training,” he grins at you before giving you a knowing wink.

You feel like skipping off to the training field but after last night’s session you can barely walk let alone skip, but you didn’t have any complaints and can’t seem to wipe your smile off your face the rest of the day looking forward to the night ahead.

117 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 19:35:34 GMT

I’m pretty sure Joe just made my Werewolf!Bi-Han fic canon with this post. 🤣

117 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 03:35:58 GMT

Shaved Ice

I wrote this as a trade with @cyber54prime, they requested a "fluff to hot" Bi-Han x F!Reader, so I really hope you enjoy it love! I'll admit I'm pretty much abysmal writing fluff, it's so out of my comfort zone but I tried my best and there's some hot filth at the end to make up for my inability to write fluff.

I tried to leave it vague so it can be game Bi-Han or movie Bi-Han since there's no such thing as a bad or wrong Bi-Han.

The basic synopsis is it's date night with Bi-Han and the two of you cook dinner together, but steamed dumplings aren't the only thing steamy the two of you get up to when Bi-Han decides he needs dessert to go along with dinner.

I'd throw in my usual spiel about please like/comment and reblog but no one seems to pay attention to that anyway.

“Like this?” you ask looking down at the large chunks of ginger you were attempting to mince before looking up at the tall cryomancer behind you.

He lets out a loud barking laugh, his dark brown eyes gleaming with amusement, “not even close qīn,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, this cold breath causing goosebumps to break out across the expanse of you neck. “Here, let me help,” he chuckles as his cold, calloused hands cover yours and he picks up the knife. He moves your hands expertly along the mangled clumps of ginger, “if you leave them in big chunks like that it will make the dumplings too spicy since the ginger is too big to get a chance to cook out properly. Ok, now scrape it into the bowl.”

You shiver as he presses his well-built body against yours, you grab the bowl of minced pork and hold it under the lip of the counter as you scrape the ginger off the cutting board and into the large mixing bowl. “So, the garlic chives are up next, right?” You ask as you turn around to look up into his unusually dark brown eyes, he always seemed relaxed in the kitchen, largely due to kitchen duties being one of the few activities he was able to enjoy during his years in the Lin Kuei.

“Hm,” he gives you a smug grin, “why don’t you let me handle the garlic chives, I don’t feel like pulling chunks out of my teeth all night.” Bi-Han teases as he holds out his arms, you don’t miss his biceps flexing with his movements as your breath catches in your throat. “Get behind me for a minute qīn,” you comply but peak your head out from behind his burly body when you noticed the drastic drop in temperature as you see dozens of glittering ice crystals suspended in mid air. With a sharp flick of his wrist Bi-Han hurls the ice at the garlic chives and you can’t help but let out a startled cry as the ice loudly crashes into the counter top, dicing the garlic chives with frightening precision all at once. He scoops the garlic chives and the scattered ice fragments into the bowl and sets it back on the counter.

“Show-off much?” you tease before adding “Ugh, you got all the ice in with the garlic chives it’s going to be super watery now, isn’t it?” you ask, the confusion evident on your face as you gaze up at the handsome cryomancer.

“Nah, that’s how Mom always made it, though she was a lot more accurate than I am though,” he smiles fondly at the memory of his Mother, “the ice makes it so the meat doesn’t get all tough and overworked when you mix it. Go ahead and add the rest of the liquids and cornstarch, I’ll mix it since my hands are a lot colder than yours, I won’t melt the fat in the meat like you would.” He snickers, enjoying the role reversal, usually you were the one who cooked for him, but once in a while he would cook with you, teaching you some of the recipes he could remember his mother making for him and his little brother when they were very small.

You follow his instructions, adding the shaoxing wine, soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil and other seasonings before adding just enough cornstarch to keep the filling bouncy and moist once it was cooked. You can’t help but admire Bi-Han’s movements as his hand deftly moved through the mixture with the same detail and precision he used on the battlefield, working the ingredients into a homogeneous mixture in no time.

“Wanna taste it?” he grins mischievously holds up his fingers in front of your mouth, clearly still covered in the raw meat and chive mixture.

You squeal and shove him with all your might, but can’t even budge the mountain of a man in front of you, “báixióng! Stop it!! Ew! Come on! It’s raw pork!” you giggle and squirm as he easily holds you close with his free arm. You manage to duck out from underneath his strong, well-muscled arm as he just laughs and chases you around your kitchen. “Ugh! Come on Bi-Han! Do NOT get raw meat all over the floor! I just mopped!” you can’t help but giggle wildly as you’re suddenly face-to-face with an icy version of your cryomancer as you crash into it gracelessly, sending ice flying all over the kitchen as you fall to the floor landing hard on your butt.

Bi-Han has the decency to look a little sheepish as he offers you his clean hand to help you up. “You ok qīn,” he asks and you can tell he’s trying desperately not to laugh at the display he’d just seen. After giving you bum a squeeze for good measure he smirks triumphantly as he knows he’s won the battle, if you could even call it that. It was hardly fair to try and compete with a professional assassin in a game of cat and mouse, but it was still always a good time, even if it meant having to mop the kitchen again after dinner.

You puff your cheeks out at the cryomancer and pout while rubbing your behind, “you don’t play fair.”

“Uh, of course I don’t. I play to win,” he grins, “you can’t play fair in my profession and expect to stay alive.” He says casually as you’re reminded that Bi-Han’s outlook on life in general is not exactly what most would call conventional. He rinses his hands before grabbing the dumpling wrappers from the fridge and flings them like a shuriken onto the counter with ease, “Mom would probably kick my ass if she knew I was using pre-made dumpling wrappers, but it’s just such a pain in the ass to knead, and it always comes out wrong because you have to use boiling water, but then it cools off to quickly and yeah, fuck it. We made the filling, that still counts right?”

You just laugh and nod in agreement as the two of you get to work pleating and folding the dumplings, making and even bigger mess as the two of you end up flinging the cornstarch water more at each other than using it to seal the dumplings.

Bi-Han looks down at the drying white mixture on his chest, “hey qīn, I’m you,” he smirks as he makes his filthy joke, causing your cheeks to heat up as you throw a dumpling at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead.

“Ugh! You are such a teenager sometimes! How are you in your 30s?!” you throw you arms up in exasperation as you turn your back to him, trying to hide the fact that you want to burst into a fit of giggles. “Let’s just make dinner now, ok?” you bend over to grab a pot yelping as the cryomancer swats your full behind. “Bi-Han! Come on!” you chastise him, getting up on your tip toes to glare into his now icy blue eyes, a dead give away that your playful little tryst in the kitchen was more foreplay than just play. You decide to give him a hard time though and ignore the obvious bulge in his pants, “do you want to fry them or steam them?” you ask turning towards the stove and brushing him off entirely.

You can hear him make an irritated noise before letting out a low sigh, letting you have your way for the time being, “Mom always steamed them, the meat’s juicier that way.” Bi-Han stalks off to get the mop while you’re bringing the water up to a boil and setting the steamer basket full of the plump dumplings on top of the pot before covering them with the bamboo lid.

You smile as you notice him cleaning up the mess the two of you, well mostly he, had made while you wait for the dumplings to cook. It doesn’t take very long for the dumplings to swell and fluff up as they are steamed to perfection before you turn them out onto a plate and head to the living room. Bi-Han isn’t far behind you with the dipping sauce and a few side dishes he’d picked up from your favorite street vendors.

Bi-Han beats you to the couch, casually dropping small bowls and plates onto the table as he sits, leaving space for the larger platter of dumplings. A bottle of baijiu is already on the table, two small cups resting upside down on its lid. He sighs and stretches his arms over his head, cracking a joint or two and settling in. You slip around the table and set down the plate just in time to be pulled quickly backward into a strong embrace.

“Bi-Han!” you shout, “I could have dropped that!”

“There’s always more dumplings,” he laughs, as you squirm in his lap.

He lets you slide onto the cushion next to him, but not before planting a kiss on the top of your head. Bi-Han plucks the cups from the top of the liquor bottle, pouring both of you a generous serving as you rearrange the parade of small plates. He holds one cup out to you, holding the other at his lips. You lock eyes and smile at each other as you drain the first of the night’s drinks. Over the next several minutes, you watch Bi-Han contentedly move dumplings to his mouth while you talk between bites.

The night has darkened outside by the time you realize that the food is mostly gone and you’ve hardly had a bite of it. Without the protection of a full stomach, the liquor has left you feeling floaty and warm, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks.

“Were you making conversation just to distract me,” you start, “while you eat all the dumplings?” Bi-Han chuckles at your teasing tone.

“Like I said, there’s always more dumplings.” As you flash him a pout, he redirects his chopsticks toward you, a dumpling between them.

You open your mouth slightly, then dart in for the kill, stealing the whole dumpling in one bite.

“Thief!” He shouts, dropping the chopsticks to grab you, squeezing your waist in one strong arm and pulling you toward him. Feigning defeat, you collapse against him, letting your hand fall against his chest. You didn’t have much of an appetite, anyway. He squeezes you again, perhaps involuntarily, as he reaches out to grab the last dumpling with his fingers. His hand is cold and rigid against your stomach, sending a brief shiver up your spine.

The meal done, Bi-Han leans back in the couch, letting his head fall back to rest on it. He exhales with the deep tone of a man completely at ease. For a moment, you are both silent, your breath the only sound in the room. You are tracing your fingers absent-mindedly around his torso, following the stitching of his clothes. His hand has steadily slipped down your abdomen, and you can’t help but notice the weight of his fingers against your thigh.

“Is that a wrap on date night, then?” You ask, surprised at the breathiness of your voice.

“Almost,” he gives you a sly, slightly tipsy smile, his high cheekbones tinged with a hint of pink, “you stay here, I’ll take care of the dishes and go grab some dessert.”

You hiccup and twitch your nose involuntarily as you can’t help but feel even warmer as you watch him leave while mumbling, “dessert? We don’t have anything and you don’t like dessert anyway.” You don’t really stress about it too much as you have a few more sips of the strong liquor and lean back into the plush couch cushions.

It doesn’t take long for Bi-Han to return, and when he does he has a positively wicked grin on his face as he holds up a tube of sweetened condensed milk, “I figure a meal like that deserves some bàobīng.”

You snort with laughter, “I suppose when you date a cryomancer, shaved ice is the only logical dessert, but we only have sweetened condensed milk, I thought you liked yours with flan too.” You hum inquisitively as he joins you on the couch.

“Hmm,” he rumbles against your neck, this cold breath causing goosebumps to spread across your skin instantaneously, “that might be true but I thought of a pretty good substitute I think.”

Bi-Han doesn’t even give you a chance to ponder the meaning of his words as you find yourself lying prone against the couch, caged under the cryomancer’s frigid, hard body, his cold hands making quick work of your clothing and you can’t tell if you’re shivering from Bi-Han’s chill or excitement he causes. You let out a high pitched squeal as your breasts are suddenly freezing and you look down to see a small pile of fluffy ice covering them, you squirm uncomfortably as he squeezes some of the sweet topping on top of it.

He jiggles your breasts together before smirking, “Looks and feels close enough to flan for me.” His gaze locks with yours, his ethereal ice blue eyes darkening with lust, “by the time I’m done with you qīn you’re going to be a trembling mess,” he growls as his cold tongue teasingly licks at the makeshift dessert.

You whimper and arch your back as his tongue languidly laps at the cold, sticky treat, your cheeks feel hot and flushed in spite of the actions of the cryomancer. “Ah, un, Bi-Han,” you huff softly as he makes quick work of the ice and he turns his attention to your full breasts, licking and sucking at your nipple before letting out a low groan and stuffing as much as he can into his mouth. Your hands find their way into his short black hair while you cry his name as arousal floods through you, making your panties wet and uncomfortably sticky.

Bi-Han pulls away with an audible pop before leaning back a bit to squeeze some of the sweetened condensed milk into his mouth, he gives you an infuriatingly smug grin as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and deeply. He easily works your mouth open, his cold, sweet tongue wrapping around yours, coaxing it into his frigid mouth.

You moan into his mouth as the taste of the sweet confection floods your mouth, mingling with the residual baijiu, the taste is heady and addictive, which wasn’t surprising since Bi-Han alone was like some sort of drug you couldn’t get enough of. You feel bolder in your intoxicated state as you tug his head more to the side and your tongue battles with his for dominance, he cups your cheek and growls at your actions as he easily regains the upper hand of the kiss. Soon you find yourself drowning in the cryomancer’s icy mouth, his tongue pushing its way forcefully into your mouth, forcing you to pant to try and keep up with the clash of lips and teasing nips. You yelp as he snags your lower lip a bit too harshly and the two of you moan in unison as your hot, coppery blood seeps into Bi-Han’s cold mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, lapping apologetically at the wound he had created, “this is definitely how dessert should always be, but I’m still unsatisfied.” His icy blue eyes turn positively predatory as he looks down at you, grinning wickedly at the flustered and flushed expression on your face as your little pants come out in puffs of thickly condensed air.

You eagerly lift your hips up as you help him rid you of your pants, “please Bi-Han, I don’t want to wait, I’m so wet already.” You beg softly and subconsciously lick your lips as the cryomancer pulls his shirt off, revealing his exquisitely sculpted body. “Fuck,” you whimper and bite your lip as you can’t help but stare at his massive pecs, bulging biceps and last but not least his perfectly chiseled abs, sometimes it was hard to belief this real life Adonis was yours. You’re pulled from your thoughts by your legs being pushed back and spread open as the cold confection dribbles onto your exposed core, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “B-Bi-Han!” you sputter as you squirm under the unfamiliar sensation.

He just chuckles and flashes you another smug grin as his mouth descends on your hot, wet sex, he growls in anticipation as he his tongue envelops you, smearing your want with the sweetened condensed milk.

Your brain feels like it’s about to short circuit as he makes a proper mess of you, his cold tongue teasing your dripping folds open as he languidly laps the sticky, sweet liquid away. You squirm in his grip as he pushes your legs apart farther as his tongue delves in between your folds, the contrast of his cold and your heat sending a full body shiver through your tensed body. You can feel Bi-Han’s smug smirk against your slippery folds as his skilled organ chases away each drop of the sweet treat along with your arousal. You can’t help but throw your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud cry as he turns his attention towards your fluttering hole as his icy, skillful tongue wriggles its way into your tight entrance, Bi-Han’s entire mouth enveloping your entire mound in winter while he sloppily sucks against your quivering flesh. Your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth falls open, “fuck it feels so good,” you whisper in a needy voice, rolling your hips against his cold mouth.

His insatiable tongue continues to roll along your sopping folds, as your thighs tremble against his well-built shoulders and your hands scramble for purchase in his hair. Your eyes fly open and you let out a high pitched squeak as his thick tongue pushes inside your tight, hot opening. The sensation of the thick, cold muscle wiggling and writhing inside you makes your stomach clench lasciviously as you can’t help but squeeze around him desperate for more of the incredible duality of something so cold inside you causing your body to feel so hot and frenzied.

His name falls from your lips in broken pants as he fucks you open with his wicked tongue, his blunt fingernails digging into your thighs as the cryomancer thrusts his cold, slippery tongue in and out of you. He growls animalistically against your core as the vibrations from his deep voice makes your stomach clench almost painfully and a fresh wave of arousal soaks his cold tongue in your hot juices. “Bi-Han, oh fuck, Bi-Han! S-Sub-Zero, please, please,” you whimper pitifully as your body goes taut and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm building up to almost the point of breaking.

He just chuckles smugly against your wet sex as he delights in your trembling and squirming body, he pulls back from you to nip playfully at your inner thigh, “you’re going to have to ask me nicer than that qīn.” He flashes his teeth at you, his chin glistening with your want as he waits for you to break.

Panic floods through you as you pant and heave, “please, oh god, please Bi-Han, you can’t leave me like this! I’m so close, please, please let me cum!” You can feel the tears of desperation pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you bite your lip trembling with need. You arch your back and let out a pleasured scream as suddenly the cryomancer slides his huge cock inside your quivering womanhood, you didn’t even realize he had taken his pants off; your arms instinctively loop around his broad shoulders as your nails dig into his icy skin. Your body convulses as your orgasm tears through your body, “Sub-Zero!” you shriek in unbridled pleasure, as the waves a pleasure coarse through your body. It’s all so much all at once, the delicious friction of his length opening you up and filling you so impossibly full, almost too full, it’s anything and everything you could have asked for in this moment. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you tongue droops to the side, saliva dripping down the side of your cheek as you tremble and ride out your orgasm, you pussy pulsing frenetically around the cryomancer’s perfect dick.

He grunts as his lip curls up into a snarl as your velveteen heat envelopes his icy shaft, each pleasurable pulse of your orgasm pulling his length deeper inside your tight canal. “Fuck, you look so fucking good when you cum around my cock,” he hisses as he doesn’t give you any reprieve as he starts fucking you hard.

Each thrust from your cryomancer just seems to draw out your pleasure, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess as he pounds into your tight pussy. His cock feels even bigger than usual in your tipsy state, each thrust opening you up more and more, you continue to moan and whine as your voice rises higher in octave and volume as you start to roll your hips into Bi-Han’s powerful thrusts. You’re completely blissed out and oblivious to anything other than the cryomancer as his thick cock makes it impossible to think about anything but how perfect his length feels inside you. Your nails bite into his flesh harder, as blood bubbles up from underneath your fingers as you bite your lip hard to try and stifle your cries.

“Hn. There’s no need to get shy now, let me hear you qīn,” he coaxes you as he shifts his hips, the new angle driving his thick cock-head against your sweet spot with each harsh thrust forcing you to cry and shout with each of his movements.

You’re trying hard to hold back your tears as you’re quickly pushed past your breaking point as the cryomancer fucks you relentlessly in your overstimulated state, “ah Sub-Zero! Please, please,” you wail pitifully, you pussy tightening around his thick cock. The feeling of him so deeply inside you felt so good, it was all too much as you squeeze around him again while his name falls from your lips like a litany, your whole body goes rigid briefly before you quake and tremble uncontrollable. Your walls flutter around his cock as your cunt greedily tries to suck the cryomancer’s dick in deeper as you shudder and shake through the last bits of your orgasm as your head finally falls back into the couch and blotchy stars and dots dance before your eyes. You pant and heave with satisfaction as you try and regain your senses to be able to focus on the handsome cryomancer above you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Bi-Han grits out, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as his grip tightens and you can feel the bruises start to form as cold ice creeps along your thighs and his thrusts become more erratic. His lip curls before he chuckles, “you ready to be filled with my sweetened condensed milk qīn?” his smug grin is still plastered to his face even as he’s about to lose himself in your crushing heat.

You just whine softly and pull him closer, “please, oh please Bi-Han, I need you to fill me up, please. It feels so good when you cum inside me,” you bite you lip as you cheeks flush at your embarrassing admission. You couldn’t help yourself though, the feeling of such a powerful warrior losing himself just because of you was too intoxicating to pass up on.

He groans at your words and his breath seems labored as he thrusts inside of you a few more times before stilling deep inside you, he lets out a low bestial groan as his hips stutter while he pumps you full of his icy cum.

You let out a satisfied moan as you feel the thick pulses of the cryomancer’s release filling your tight little hole, everything about it feels so right you can’t help but tremble as you’re chilled from the inside out. You whisper his name softly before pulling his head down so you can brush your lips softly against his as you bask in the perfection of post orgasmic afterglow. “We should make dinner together more often.”

“Only if I get you for dessert again,” he chuckles tiredly against you before slumping against you comfortably. His cold, heavy body feeling so perfect and so comforting against yours.

“You can have me anytime you like, you don’t have to wait for dessert,” you chuckle and yawn as you run your fingers through his hair, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you. You can’t help but love soft moments like this, where Bi-Han wasn’t just some deadly, ruthless killer, but he was just a man, one you loved dearly and even if he didn’t say it often, you know he cares deeply for you. Moments like this you wished would last forever, but for now you would settle for just morning as you nuzzle against Bi-Han’s muscular shoulder and fall into a satisfied sleep.

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Qixi Festival: Chinese Valentine’s Day headcanons

Qixi Festival is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month which is August 14th this year and is often referred to as Chinese Valentine’s Day, it comes from an ancient Chinese story about a heavenly fairy named Zhinü falling in love with a cow-herder named Niulang. The romance between a celestial being and a commoner from earth is forbidden however and they are cast to opposite sides of the galaxy, separated by the Milky Way. Once a year they are permitted to meet and a bridge of magpies form so that the immortal lovers can meet once more.

So, let’s see how our favorite Chinese kharacters celebrate the holiday with their s/os :) I tried to make this one gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy it, and I wrote some kharacters I’ve never written before so I really hope they turned out ok.

Bi-Han

Bi-Han isn’t really huge on romance or holidays but he does make an effort for you. He doesn’t so much care about the legend of Niulang and Zhinü but he’ll tell it to you if you ask. He remembers his mother telling the story to him and baby Kuai ages ago.

He always goes out of his way to give you lavish gifts or little gifts depending on your preference and comfort level but it almost always includes a bouquet of frozen red roses (totally not what Papa Zero got for Mama Zero) and sweets of some sort.

Bi-Han usually follows the trend of what seems to be the most popular in the department stores around Qixi Festival unless of course, he knows you don’t like what’s popular that year. He never minds shopping for you but the large crowds and long lines that come with other lovers wanting to impress their significant others does tend to frustrate him, but you’re worth the annoyance to him.

He’s a very observant man what with being an assassin so expect him to surprise you with something you’ve wanted for a long time but didn’t dare tell him for fear of the price tag If you lean towards purses you’ll wake up to a gorgeous new Louis Vuitton or Gucci purse and maybe even some matching shoes and a whole outfit if you aren’t purse inclined he’s still got you covered with a smart new wallet and belt or maybe some cool electronics you’ve been eyeing up if the traditional Qixi gifts don’t fit for you.

Depending on if you’re an introvert or an extrovert he has a nice evening planned, for our innies, he’ll cook or order in from your favorite restaurant and spoil you with all your favorite foods. For our outies you can expect a lovely night on the town, drinks at a fancy bar, dinner at your favorite restaurant, and maybe even a night of dancing since we all know Bi-Han has some pretty sick moves.

During Qixi he goes out of his way to be a bit more touchy-feely than usual and he even goes so far as to spread rose petals all over the bed you two share together even if it does make him blush a bit and make him feel kind of stupid, he’s doing it for you so he deals with the uncomfortable feelings. Bi-Han spends the rest of the night showing you how much you mean to him (ie railing you all night) and if you’re really lucky he might even whisper “wo ai ni” in your ear.

Kuai Liang

Like his big brother, romance isn’t really his thing, and if anything he’s even more awkward about it than Bi-Han is.

While Big Bro shows his feelings with expensive gifts, Kuai Liang opts for showing his feelings. He’ll stay in bed a little longer on Qixi and not wake you up at the crack of dawn for training.

He’ll wake you up with a soft kiss and wrap his strong arms around you comfortingly for a few extra moments before finally slipping out of bed to get ready for the day.

The rest of the day is largely the same as usual since Qixi isn’t a public holiday there’s no reason for the Lin Kuei to get it off either. Kuai Liang will train his students as expected and you’ll do your daily duties as well, when night comes though Kuai Liang will usher you away from the communal dining hall to his private pavilion.

It’s done up in ice flowers and frozen hearts, the scene is breathtaking. There’s a small table in the middle set for just the two of you and the two of you eat in comfort as you enjoy each other’s presence and talk to one another about your day.

There are no extravagant presents or anything like that but an evening alone with the Grandmaster is worth more than any fancy trinket to you. Like Bi-Han, Kuai Liang will spend the rest of the evening showing his feelings to you, but in a much deeper and more intimate way with little whispers of his undying love between his movements and won’t stop until you beg him to do so.

Shang Tsung

Being several centuries-old Shang is very familiar with the idea of the Qixi Festival and though he might not appear it from his rather ruthless exterior the sorcerer is actually quite fond of the festival and is quite the romantic.

If you’re unfamiliar with the story he will happily regale you with his rendition of the star-crossed lovers who are only allowed to meet once a year, he’ll weave the story over a lavish meal prepared by his servants.

Shang is traditional with his gifts and spares no expense, expect to come home to your home absolutely dripping in red roses and beautiful and elaborately woven tapestries embroidered with magpies, a nod to Zhinü’s heavenly weaving and her annual reunion with Niulang.

Being a very fashionable man Shang will spoil his s/o with lavish jewelry, he does this regardless of your gender because let's be honest, to be Shang’s significant you have to be pretty extravagant yourself since he demands perfection from his partner. Gold is always a lucky color in Chinese culture so you’ll probably find yourself dripping in delicate gold strands and only delicate gold strands.

Like Bi-Han, Shang is also a man that will express himself through his actions so prepare to be fully spoiled and satisfied in every possible way before the night is over. He’ll have you screaming his name until you’re hoarse, though of course, you don’t mind.

After he fully satisfies you and himself he’ll spend the rest of the night with his strong arms wrapped around you, whispering little praises and declarations of love. The sorcerer might be a hard catch but once you’ve caught him he’s fully dedicated and will do anything and everything to keep his s/o happy and satisfied.

Liu Kang

Being an orphan raised by the White Lotus Society monks at the Wu Shi academy Liu Kang isn’t actually familiar with Qixi Festival in the slightest, it wasn’t exactly something the monks covered in his daily training regiment. When you mention it to him however he goes out of his way to research the holiday thoroughly.

Liu Kang invites you to meet him along a lovely, picturesque river and hands you a single red rose when you join him. The two of you walk and chat pleasantly along the scenic route for quite a while before you come across a bridge, Liu Kang proudly points out the decorations that have been put up for the holiday of Zhinü and Niulang embracing atop a bridge of magpies.

He’s a very devoted lover so he takes little things seriously and wants to make sure he makes the occasion special for you since you brought it up to him. After you walk along the riverfront he surprises you by taking you to a local park where he has a romantic picnic set up for the two of you.

Rose petals are scattered along the blanket in between all your favorite dishes, the two of you enjoy your meal with happy chatter and banter, it makes you feel so special knowing Liu Kang set all of this up just for you.

After your meal, the two of you return to walking arm in arm along the river enjoying the romantic setting and just spending time together without the fears and responsibilities Liu Kang’s life usually consists of.

The romance doesn’t end with your date though, Liu Kang has one more surprise for you, after your walk, the two of you find yourself at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Liu Kang drags you into the line behind the other excited couples as he surprises you with a ring and confesses he’s been trying to find the right time to ask you to marry him for ages. You tearfully accept and can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the Shaolin.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is a little more worldly than Liu Kang and is vaguely aware of Qixi Festival, despite having the same upbringing as Liu Kang, he’s always been fascinated with the world outside the Shaolin. He follows the new trend in the holiday and invites you to the movies, of course, it's a sappy, romantic comedy because that’s the most fitting for the holiday.

Kung Lao being Kung Lao can’t help but make jokes throughout the movie drawing several glares and shushing from the other patrons, but his antics just make you giggle madly. You don’t really pay attention to the movie but you don’t really care, you’re just happy to spend time with Kung Lao.

Once the movie is over the two of you go back to your place and you exchange small, meaningful presents to show your love and dedication to one another, it’s a rare side of Kung Lao seeing him being so serious and dedicated to you. It’s little moments like this that you can’t help but treasure. A few steamy kisses are exchanged before Kung Lao announces he has a special meal planned for the two of you.

Kung Lao has become quite the cook despite spending most of his years at the Wu Shi Academy and he whips up a simple but scrumptious meal for the two of you, all of your favorites are crammed onto your small dining table and in the center a towering plate of egg rolls.

You can’t help but burst out laughing when you see them, you have heard Kung Lao recount the tale between him and Kano many times and egg rolls have become somewhat of a private joke between the two of you. The two of you enjoy the meal as Kung Lao regales you with one of his many stories and you listen intently, loving the way his face lights up as he excitedly tells you about the tricks he and Liu Kang used to play on the monks when they were growing up.

After dinner the two of you cuddle on your couch as Kung Lao turns uncharacteristically serious as he professes his love for you and how glad he is that the two of you don’t have to suffer the same fate as Zhinü and Niulang. You’re slightly taken aback that the story has touched Kung Lao so deeply, but you cup his cheeks and reassure him that nothing, not even the Milky Way could keep the two of you apart. He kisses you passionately before picking you up and heading to the bedroom where he continues to profess his undying love for you the rest of the night.

Tagging my BH beloveds: @icy-spicy @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @missroro @chadillacboseman @free-the-shadows @nyxdjarin @legends-of-apex @lillikue @tora-lotus @periwinklesprinkle @justnerdthings

Special mention beloveds: @thetigerandthedoe @fromthewifecage @ayas-lair @feistyfandomthings

If I missed anyone I apologize T_T if anyone wants to be tagged in future things (assuming I get off my boyfriend’s d*ck lazy ass and actually write again) just let me know :3

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wikdsushi-v2 · 2 years ago

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Characters out of Context

I was tagged by the lovely and wonderful @mysdrym, who enables me in my venthyr addiction. :D I have three WIP's right now now, so I'll let you figure out what goes with what. (I'll post one of these days. I'm busy making warm things for winter, because my doctors frown upon putting on more weight and hibernating.)

Rules (in image form, since I'm lazy):

These are all from the Dowsabel universe, aka The OC Who Ran Off With My Brain. Take a guess who says what.

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“Apparently, it involves putting armour on the soles of one’s shoes."

“There was something flavourful in that kiss.”

“I’m not tonguing your arse in the bath.”

“It’s not fit for polite company.”

“I am sure she will turn up under the sofa. Perhaps in a vase somewhere. She is very small, you know.”

“You want it, too. Look at your breeches.”

“Please take it. Tomorrow is going to be long and difficult, and you can’t face it without rest.”

"Erm, I don’t suppose either of you would know what ‘yee-haw’ means?”

“So I am mad! Does that mean I must sleep forever under the watch of my beloved gaolers?”

"Whu?"

“Bah! You have a tongue of stone, my love.”

“I won’t ask why you called him your princess.”

"Oh, I know that look. Did you get any sleep at all?"

“Has the meeting finally started? I have manuscripts to read, you know, including three from your husband.”

"Theotar’s harmless as a babe to all but reputations!”

“I’m going to enjoy it all over your hand, if you don’t ease off.”

“No fangs this time? It hurts to walk if you get too bitey.”

"She beheaded the General."

“Are you thinking of the time I put Vrednic in a red gown, sent him running through Yelseveta’s party, and asked in a blind panic if anyone had seen my bride?”

“But you love his liqueur cherries! You got drunk on them during the Festival of Souls!”

“It’s your wedding day, Duke Where��s-A-Bucket.”

“I didn’t realise your cock down my throat was a form of affection.”

"You’re looking unusually dressed, Theotar. At this rate, next wedding, we’ll have you in a shirt!”

“Lovely service in this brothel. Is there something I can do to you, my lady?”

“Get out of my bedroom, you beastly thing! I shall be there when I’m ready!”

“Aren’t you just nauseatingly sweet?”

"Happy lady!"

“Jennie! Are you holding Deano or what? He’s heavy.”

“Dad says they’re a match made in the Void.”

“I love you. Can I have a cookie?”

“I told you, no fucking swearing around the damn kids! If mine start that shit, I’m mounting your fucking head on the Light-damned wall!”

“So much for oligarchy.”

“It always makes me nervous when the two of you start having fun.”

“It is very polite, much like the rest of me. It stands for beautiful ladies.”

“Perhaps I should make you hard again and have you while my consort takes your arse. Have you ever been taken by two at once?”

"I like your chain."

"Am I wearing my shoes?"

“I am sure the fleshy tiny toes are even more delicious!”

"I'd rather no-one put a razor to my cock."

"It's only a story."

"I hope dinner is not sausages."

(Not all of these are easy, but they're all characters that have appeared or been mentioned in the Dowsabel stories at one point or another.)

#world of warcraft #worldofwarcraft #theotar #prince renathal #fanfic #gwennit #dowsabel #venthyr #Ask #Dialogue

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I Don’t Know(13) (ft. G Dragon and MINO)

Part 13

You’ve had enough of this crap.

This series will be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s an AU where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know immediately.

Taglist:

@kwonnansi ; @unabashedturkeytreeslime ; @happiestgirlontheeastcoast; @yee-hawwwwwwww ; @slayergroupie0128 ; @herewecomeitsjekki ; @happygirl327 ; @to-all-the-stories-i-love ; @kankoshio

Please comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list:))

This is the second last part!!

Word Count: 2020

WARNINGS: crying, drinking.

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You tried to put up with it. You really did. For two weeks, you respected his wishes and put some distance between the two of you, no matter how much it hurt you to go back to being practically strangers with Jiyong. You didn’t message him. You passed on all messages for him via his manager. You didn’t try and acknowledge his existence at work, even though you were working on his comeback. It got tougher by the day, because his manager had given you printouts of the lyrics of the songs in his comeback for you and your team to have a better idea of what to do and after reading them, you were moments away from bursting into tears, because of the beautiful way in which he put down the feeling of longing he had for you. You knew that feeling. It was what you felt for him. For all those years, and somewhere deep down, you knew you still did. You also had to fight the urge to laugh, because when you read his lyrics about wanting to be close to you, all you wanted to do was shake him and ask him why he was pushing you away again. Yeah, maybe he wasn’t being mean to you this time, but it hurt. It hurt so goddamn much. You were so confused. But you tried. You really tried to maintain the distance. You tried even harder to pretend like it wasn’t affecting you. But you betrayed yourself in the small things. The hope in your eyes whenever you thought you heard his voice. The constant looks towards the door. The general air of weariness about you. The pained expression you got whenever someone spoke about him. Even so, you persevered for two weeks before a combination of things made you snap.

-two weeks later-

You were mid conversation with Hwiyoung when Jiyong’s manager walked in. He was smiling and looked very excited.

“Okay, you guys! I thought it might help with your work if you listened to Jiyong’s album, starting with the title track ‘I Don’t Know’. It’s the song for the music video you’ve been working on!”

And before you could make an excuse to get out of listening to something you knew would only cause you more pain, he started playing it. The moment you heard Jiyong’s voice reading out the message he sent you the night you confessed to him, you found yourself unable to move. You wanted to get up and walk away, but from the sound of his beautifully melodic voice and the things he was talking about, you were stuck in this flurry of memories. They all flashed before your eyes. The day you realised you liked him, the times you cried over him, the times he comforted you; everything took over in this wave of emotions and it proved to be too much for you to bare. The song had ended, but you were still stuck in your own world. You were only jolted out of it when Somin hesitantly wiped a tear off your face. Shocked at yourself, you looked upwards to find Hwiyoung, Lia, Somin and Jiyong’s manager staring at you, confused. You opened your mouth to make an excuse and laugh it off, but you couldn’t.

“I-I need to go.” Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

And you walked out of the room, tears streaming down your face.

What was going on? What was Jiyong playing at? You liked him and then he rejected you. You tried getting over him and more or less succeeded, but then he entered your life again. He told you he loved you, he acted like he cared. He drew you out of your walls, enough to trust him again and expect something from him, when he disappeared and ignored your existence. That song pushed you too far. You were just so confused. You walked down the hall, fully planning on crying until you calmed down and returning to work, when you heard his voice. At first, you thought it was just the song echoing in your head, when you heard it again. His laugh. Pausing, you looked around and realised you were near a practice room, with the door wide open. Against what your mind was telling you to do, you peeped in to see Jiyong doubled over with laughter and the actor blushing and hiding her face.

“Jiyong, stop laughing at me!”

“That is not what I meant when I said dance.”

“Well, I know that now.”

“Here, this is how you do it.”

He turned her to face him and guided her arms to wrap around his neck. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned her head against his chest and began swaying to the music. And that was it. You snapped. It wasn’t even seeing the way she looked at him or the way he touched her, though that didn’t help. It was the song he played while dancing with her. It was the same song that played for the first dance at Sohyun’s wedding. It was the same song the two of you danced to over and over again. You looked down at your phone, looking through the images and finding the picture from that night. It was one of the few good memories you had with him. Subconsciously, you always thought of that song as special to you and Jiyong. Seeing just how special it was to him, you felt betrayed. It wasn’t even noon, but you were done. You needed it to stop. You walked off, deciding to go to Mirae’s house and drink your ass off. Little did you know Jiyong heard your footsteps as you walked off. He wanted to run after you, hold you and erase every memory of him with that other girl, but he couldn’t. He knew he had to maintain the space. You were happier without him.

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Mirae jumped up from the couch when she heard this continuous knocking on her door, almost annoyingly loud.

“Hold on, for fuck’s sake! I’ll be there in a minute.”

She flung open the door, fully prepared to scream at whoever was at the door when her jaw dropped. You were standing there, seriously dishevelled, in your work clothes. Your hair was pulled out of the neat arrangement it had been in in the morning, your make up was smudged from all the crying and you had tear marks running down your face. You had this painfully forced smile on your face and you held two bottles of wine in your hand.

“Mirae! Babe,” You threw your arms around her. “Let’s get drunk.”

“Y/N, what? It’s 11 am.”

“So what? Who cares? It’s just a little wine anyway.”

And before Mirae could stop and ask you what happened, you opened a bottle of wine and chugged.

Mirae gently coaxed the bottle, which was half empty, out of your hand and sat you down.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

You grabbed the bottle back. “Nope.”

Before you could drink again, Mirae snatched it away again.

“No, we’re not doing this. You’re going to get drunk and rant and then forget everything if you continue drinking. Not happening. We’re going to talk this out and deal with our problems, okay? We can take however long you want, and you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but you’re not doing this thing again where you try to forget about them.”

You fell silent.

“You wanna take a shower and change into something comfy? I’ll fix you something to eat in the meantime.”

You slowly nodded and left. When you got back, you were decidedly calmer. Your skin was a little splotchy from having cried so much, but you weren’t near hysterical anymore, which is always a good thing. Mirae just quietly watched you and didn’t say a word until you had eaten. While handing you a glass of water, she sat down beside you and pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened, but it’s okay. I’m here for you. We’re going to get through this.”

You couldn’t help it. You started crying again. She held you and let you cry it all out before finally asking you,

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah.”

You took a deep breath and started ranting about Jiyong. Mirae heard you out throughout and with each passing second, she got more annoyed at her brother.

“Good god, he is an idiot. I don’t know what he’s thinking. You know what he rants about when he’s drunk? About how he would do anything for your happiness. I didn’t realise he meant he wanted to pull this bullshit. He always talks about how he will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, if you’re unhappy. That idiot doesn’t realise that there is no need to wait for fuck’s sake. He even heard you tell him you love him. But no, that’s not enough. Why? “She won’t remember saying it.””

She paused when she noticed you staring at her.

“What?”

“I told him I love him?”

“Yeah, you did. You were drunk, which is probably why you don’t remember.”

But the moment she said that, hazy recollections of the night he sat with you in the park started to come back to you. Fuck. You told him you loved him. You told him you missed him. And as you sat there shocked over your words, you realised just how true they were. Shocked, you whispered to yourself,

“Then why is he doing this?”

Mirae sighed. “He’s an idiot, that’s why. Also, he thinks he’s never seen you smile as happily as you did when you were with Minho.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s only because I wasn’t with him!”

“I know that. You know that. The only problem is he doesn’t.”

You jumped up, determined to go and talk things out with Jiyong, when Mirae held your arm, stopping you.

“Look, I know you want to go talk to him now, but it’s only 2 in the afternoon. He’s still at work, with everyone else there. If someone records your conversation, it would be a huge scandal. You should talk to him after he goes home. Why don’t you nap for a while instead? I know you haven’t been sleeping all that well.”

Reluctantly, you followed her advice. She was right. You couldn’t afford to risk a scandal involving you, Jiyong, Yuna, Jae and Minho.

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It was late when you woke up from your nap. Really late. You rubbed your eyes and reached across to check the time on your phone. 11pm. Wait. What. How on earth did you sleep for nine hours straight?! You doubled checked the alarms you set on your phone. Great. You managed to sleep through all of them. You looked around Mirae’s room and you saw a family photo. Jiyong. That was why you were exhausted in the first place. You couldn’t sleep thinking about him. Well, not anymore.

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Jiyong was lazily watching some old reruns of a tv show, not able to bring himself to watch anything you liked, when he heard someone maniacally banging on his front door. Worried for a minute, his fear eased when he heard your voice.

“Kwon Jiyong, I know you’re in there! And if you don’t fucking open this door, I’ll stay here all night.”

Worried about you, he gently opened the door, prepared more for you coming in and sitting down. He was not prepared for you storming in with crazed eyes, kicking the door shut behind you, grabbing his collar and pushing him against a wall.

“Wh-what”-

“Enough. I’ve had enough of this Jiyong. Why? Why are we putting ourselves through this?! No. Why are you putting me through this?!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve had enough of you ignoring me.”

“Y/N, I had to-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen. I love you Jiyong.”

And you pulled him closer, sliding your arms around his neck before kissing him.

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scullydubois · 4 years ago

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Only the Light Ch. 20

I now present to you a chapter that is filled with more angst than Chris Carter could ever dream of, and for that, I am truly sorry.

Scully and Mulder's foray into domesticity with Emily is interrupted by the past catching up to them. Faced with despair, they cling even tighter to each other.

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Scully is granted maternity leave, though it’s only for two weeks, which Missy let her know is “a piss-poor bargain.” And she knows this is true, but she also has more incentive to stay at her job than ever, so she’d like not to lose it. The fact that advocating for herself and her child would mean risking her job is a mess in itself, but one lone woman can’t be expected to take down the patriarchy, and besides, she’s already tried and failed.

As for she and Mulder, they hide their flirtation in plain sight. Mulder’s perpetually present in body or spirit, but his behavior never reveals anything more than it did before. Every morning he swings by to say hi, brings Scully coffee and a bagel with full-fat cream cheese, and checks if Emily’s picked up any new words. Personally, he’s working on “alien” and if you ask him, she’ll get it soon. She knows that it refers to her UFO stuffie, so sounding out the letters can’t be far behind, much to her mother’s dismay.

On Wednesday of the first week, he shows up at 6pm with takeout carbonara from a local Italian joint. His presence makes every Scully girl happy, but it makes one in particular the happiest, and Melissa realizes that there are definitely things her sister has failed to mention. She doesn’t question it, but watches with glee as the situation unfolds.

After that first night, Mulder keeps coming back with dinner and refuses to let either sister shoulder the cost. On Friday, he stays for a movie too and gets to participate in Emily’s nightly tucking-in ritual (a tickle on the left foot, a tickle on the right foot, and a big smooch on the forehead).

Saturday afternoon, he joins them for a stroller push through the park, earning some serious side-eye from Scully when he suggests that they stop at the playground because, according to the mama bear, “Em can only take six steps at a time, Mulder.” So instead they buy hotdogs from a vendor and eat them on a bench, Emily sandwiched between her mother, her aunt, and her...Mulder. They couldn’t ask for more.

That night, Mulder hangs around after dinner because what else is he gonna do? Go home and watch old baseball games until he falls asleep? A new leaf has been offered to him, and he’s gotta turn it.

He’s baffled when, upon announcing that it’s Emily’s bathtime, Scully goes to the kitchen and switches on the sink.

Scully raises an eyebrow at him. “What, your mother never washed you in the sink when you were a baby?”

“Not that I know of...I have a hard time envisioning myself ever fitting in a sink.”

Scully scoffs. “I forget. You were a Vineyard boy.”

Before he can come up with a smart response to that (as if there actually is one), Missy pipes up. “Oh, I bet you were the kid that took baths with your mother,” she teases. “Care to confirm or deny?”

“If I did I blocked it out of memory, thank god,” he testifies.

Having spread a towel on the counter, Scully strips Emily down and perches the girl on her hip. She sticks her hand under the faucet.

“That’s not too hot, do you think?” she asks Missy, who tests it as well.

“That should be fine.”

Mulder joins in too, and immediately regrets it. He shrinks away from the water, shaking droplets all over the room. “Jesus, Scully! Are you trying to boil her?”

“Babies lose heat quickly because of their body surface to weight ratio,” she says matter-of-factly. “They’re more susceptible to the cold.”

“I think the cold will be the least of her worries,” Mulder quips.

“If you really think it’s too hot, I’ll turn it down…” There’s a concerned crease beneath her eyes, and it makes Mulder feel bad about his joking.

“No, no, you know what you’re doing,” he assures her. “You’re her mother.”

As she lowers Em into the sink, Scully’s heart twinges. Her. A mother. How many times will she have to hear this before it stops feeling like news to her?

One week and bathtime has already become routine. Missy fills a plastic cup and pours it gently over her niece, the water cascading down Em like she is nature’s own. Scully soaps her palms, then glides over her daughter’s skin with such care that its memory may blight any future affection Em is graced with. And then another waterfall, and the gentle brush of a wash cloth against eyes and nose.

Scully squeezes a penny’s worth of baby shampoo into her hand, looks to Mulder. “Come on, get in here. You’re not afraid to get your hands dirty, are you?” she says with a smirk.

He smirks back and shakes his head as she lifts his open palm and shrinks her accumulation to a dime. “Although, technically I am getting my hands cleaner…”

She boops him right on the nose with a shampooed finger. He laughs.

Missy smiles. Oh, to see destiny play out right in front of you. “Someone’s cracking dad jokes,” she points out, unable to resist. This observation is much too on-the-nose for the pair (quite literally for Mulder), who simultaneously blush but say nothing.

Mulder wipes the shampoo from his nose and plants it on Emily’s head, joining his partner in making soapy circles over the girl’s tuft of strawberry hair. Scully’s full attention is directed toward her daughter. As soon as the lather is sufficient, she dons the lifted lilt of motherhood. “Okay, time to rinse! Missy, will you do the honors?”

Missy turns the faucet, fills the cup, and lets it flow over Emily. Mulder and Scully wash their hands off in the stream.

And as Scully leans for the towel, a splash of red dirties its fresh white surface. Mulder notices it first. He points at his partner’s porcelain face. “Scully, you’re bleeding.”

Her hand shoots to her nose. Sure enough, it stains her fingers. “Shit.” She turns away, goes for a tissue. “I haven’t had nosebleeds since I was fourteen,” she tells them, as if that invalidates this one. She wipes away a glob of blood, her stomach turning. “Missy--” her voice shakes involuntarily, “--will you dry Em off?”

“Uh-huh.” She nudges Mulder. “Will you grab a new towel from the linen closet?” she whispers, not wanting to further upset her sister.

Mulder goes off without a word, and Missy squeezes out Em’s hair as best she can. “What a pretty girl!” she gushes. “All clean!”

“Yee!” Emily throws her little fists in the air, injecting joy back into the room.

“Time to put your PJs on, and get a tickle, tickle, smooch.”

Mulder scrambles back in with a new towel, skirting around Scully, who remains occupied with her own situation. He slides the soiled towel away and helps Missy swaddle Em. Mulder ruffles the little girl’s hair, and she laughs like a music box.

“Mol-dy.” She spits it out in halves, as if she’s been rehearsing.

Mulder’s eyes water with recognition. “Mulder? Mul-der? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Moldy,” the girl declares again, certain of herself.

Missy adjusts Em on her hip, smiles at Mulder. “Looks like you’re Moldy now.”

Mulder bites his lip to hide his overwhelming delight. “Yeah, I...I never thought I'd be so happy to be called moldy.”

Next thing he knows, Scully is at his shoulder with a tissue stuffed up her nostrils. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“Em called me Moldy,” he tells her, full of satisfaction.

“Oh.” It comes out relatively unimpressed, but really, she’s just distracted. “Missy, will you get a diaper on her before there’s an accident? I would but I’m still--” She gestures to her nose.

“Yeah, yeah.” Missy smiles at the baby in her arms. “PJ time, Em!” They go off toward the bedroom, a happy pair.

As soon as Em is out of sight, Mulder spirals toward his partner, panic-stricken. The glee of moments ago has evaporated.

“Are you okay?” He touches her hair, shoulders, and the familiar small of her back, unsure of where he should land.

“I’m fine, it’s fine.” Her grip on his elbows--keeping his hands firmly placed on her waistline--suggests otherwise.

“You’ve got to see a doctor,” he pleads. “This could be...”

“This could be what, Mulder?” The steel in her blue eyes is a death grip. She’s never liked being told the obvious.

“Scully…” He sighs, rubs his neck, wills her to say what they both know. When she doesn’t, he takes his hands off her and wrings them together. “The Mufon women...they said it would happen to all of them eventually.” He’s careful not to lump Scully in with their group.

“And what do they know?” she retorts. “One of them was sick. One.”

“Okay, well, don’t you think it’s better to be safe than sorry?” he reasons. “You have Emily to look out for now.”

Scully rolls her eyes. “Don’t guilt trip me. It’s a nosebleed. Those happen all the time for completely benign reasons.”

“Yeah, but they don’t happen to you. You just said--you haven’t had one since you were fourteen.”

She clenches her jaw. He’s right, and she’s playing the fool. His position is the one she would take if this were anyone other than herself. She’s gonna have to lose this fight with as much grace as possible.

“Fine. I’ll get it checked out, but they’re gonna think I’m insane for coming in because of one nosebleed.”

“That’s a nice change of pace--you being the insane one for once.”

“Well, you’re the one who wants me to go, so you’re not out of the woods.”

“Good, I’ve finally got some company!”

Scully smiles in spite of herself. “Yes, yes you do.”

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It happens very quickly, as most calamities of life can be said to. This gives it the unreal quality of a nightmare that might soon be woken up from, if there is any justice in the world.

Scully snags a doctor’s appointment for three days after the initial nosebleed. By the time she walks into the waiting room, one nosebleed has quadrupled into four, and her minor concern has snowballed into abject terror.

Margaret Scully drove into the city to watch Emily so Missy could join her sister. Scully insisted that she would go alone, but Missy wouldn’t accept this. She threatened to tell Mulder the details of the appointment if Dana didn’t let her go, and that was enough to earn her a spot in the passenger seat. Scully can’t take the thought of Mulder witnessing the worst--let alone her reaction to the worst.

And so it goes something like this: they are taken to an exam room, at which point Scully explains her situation to a nurse, including that she has recently learned she is at high risk for cancer. The nurse assures her that such a diagnosis is highly unlikely, but makes a note for the doctor. The doctor comes in with knitted eyebrows and listens to Scully describe the aftermath of her abduction experience with a heavy emphasis on the convoluted but substantial claims of the Mufon women. She asks if Scully has had any other symptoms, to which Scully replies that it’s hard to tell because she has an infant in the house and thus, a marked lack of sleep.

The doctor laughs, but it’s not a haha laugh, more of an I feel your pain. She agrees that the women’s claims are concerning, but tells her patient not to fret. They’ll take all the precautions, run any test that might assuage her worries. There’s a quip about how it’ll be on the government’s dime since it covers Scully’s insurance, and then the doctor leaves to order an MRI.

A full body MRI, which Scully has never had, and which she hoped she would never require. There’s no deeper sickness than one that cannot be pinpointed, and no greater fear than of the unknown turning into the worst case scenario.

The MRI is completed that same day. As she slides into the machine, Scully thinks of Betsy Hagopian and wonders how she’s doing. It has been many months since she stood outside an exam room and watched Betsy enter one of these. Has fate been kind to her?

For a few minutes, her world is limited to the mere inches between her face and this life-saving yet life-ruining contraption. It is noisy and sometimes bright and altogether disorientating. She is glad when it’s over.

The images return almost immediately, and maybe it would all have been okay if Scully weren’t trained in radiology herself, if she wasn’t able to recognize the glaring speck of light in her nasal cavity for what it is. But that one glance is all she needs to know that waiting by the phone isn’t an option.

“It’s a tumor, isn’t it?” she blurts as the radiologist tries to escort her and Melissa from the room. “In the nasal cavity. I have a M.D. I saw.”

“Your doctor will call with the results,” the radiologist insists, standing by the open doorway.

“No, no, you can’t do this to me,” Scully sputters. “I know what I saw, and I don’t have any time to waste.” Her eye twitches in a combination of stress and anger. “I have an infant daughter.”

The radiologist sighs, pity on top of pity. “Perhaps your doctor will talk it through with you now.”

“Yes. Please.”

And it is talked through, though there’s no need to make it complicated: nasopharyngeal carcinoma. Inoperable, and just barely in the realm of treatable. That’s the kicker, the coyote in the pasture, the cloud covering the sun. In the words of Scully’s doctor, it is auspiciously rare. And in Scully’s brain, it is the bottom she’s been expecting to drop out from under since she held her daughter in her arms.

Melissa drives home. The sisters cannot fathom how they will tell their mother. Cannot fathom ruining her blissful time with the granddaughter she’s just met. When they turn onto their street, Scully swallows hard and coughs on her own spit. “Will you do something for me?”

Missy looks over, eager to do anything she can, yet terrified by the possibility of the request.

“Will you take me to Mulder’s?” Scully mumbles. “I would just take the car but...I can’t face mom right now. I don’t want to risk it.”

Missy bites her lip. “And what am I supposed to tell mom when she asks where you are?”

“The truth,” Scully says curtly. “She doesn’t need the backstory.”

Missy drives past their building, though she’s not completely sold on her sister’s reasoning. “Don’t you think she might wonder why you aren’t coming home to your daughter?”

“I know she’ll wonder, Melissa, I know all of this,” Scully snaps because she needs to. “I don’t care.”

“Okay.” Missy’s voice is barely perceptible. I don’t care; she knows how low her sister has to be to say those words.

They complete the drive in silence, Scully biting her nails--a habit which she has never possessed, and perhaps just acquired. The car idles as Missy pulls up to the curb of Mulder’s building.

“I can pick you up when you need it,” she tells her sister as she pulls herself out of the car. “I’ll bring Em.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Scully says, closing the passenger door and edging toward the building. Missy hears a thanks float toward the car, then her sister is gone like a teenage girl embarrassed by her mother.

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They sit on Mulder’s couch, muted. Words cannot fathom the injustice of this situation, nor can they suffice as empathy. Their hands are clasped together, a throughline of strength between them. This is what they need now; the most primitive language of all.

Scully’s watery eyes brush Mulder’s face. His own eyes, more pained than usual, look into hers. Without a word, she drapes an arm around her partner’s shoulders and scoots into his lap. He is surprised but not distressed. What else is left for them, now?

She is tiny, so tiny. And she is his.

Their eyes meet once again, speaking in tongues. Scully nods, and then Mulder does too. This is it. This is it.

Permission granted at last, Scully’s lips travel to her partner’s jawline. The first time her lips have touched his body, and this is where they go. She is a constant box of wonders, a fortune he can never predict. Her lips are much like he has fantasized they would be: wondrously soft and silky, stroking him like they have always meant to be there. Yet he couldn’t have imagined the urgency with which they burrow into his skin. As if she’s making a mental map of his bone structure. He never expected that she would want him this much.

His hands find her hips and grip the cotton of her shirt between his fingers. It is enough to tear her away from his flesh. Mission accomplished. His breath travels past her ear, hitting her neck. It is shallow and warm as he breathes her name. Her real name, the one her family calls her. She breathes his own back to him, like a bird responding to a mating call.

She feels his lips on her neck, wet and aching. It feels like God. This is the most blasphemous thought she has ever had. She throws her head back, exposing the whole of her skin to him. What is holiness, if not this moment?

He showers her in tattoo kisses, and she lets him, she lets him, she lets him. This is not just what she wants, but what she needs. No one will save her now, she knows this. So she has decided not to be saved.

Her shirt ripples as he clutches it. “May I?” He is breathy, awe-struck.

“Only if I can do the same.” Always about equality, his Scully is. He lifts his arms, lets her strip him first. He is fraught with the temptation to feel insecure, inadequate, but this is not about him--this is all for her. There is no time to dwell on this anyway. Scully takes in the sight, then puts her own arms up with a hint of impatience. He pulls her shirt over her head, and goosebumps adorn her as the air hits her bare stomach.

It is unimaginable, the significance of this moment. All Mulder can do is keep going, lest the emotion hit him and he find himself blubbering all over her. His hands travel her body...it is slender and white, but so solid, so strong. Cartilage forming ligaments forming joints connecting bones. And her skin, stretching over her hips and framing it all. The masterpiece that is Dana Katherine Scully.

He fears for the day she will cave in on herself. Already, one of his hands covers her whole rib cage. Right now he can cradle her body comfortably against his own, but the day will come when a single cautious touch will crush her, and his heart along with it. He wants her as she is now forever.

Seeing that he wants to pamper her, Scully lets herself be pampered. He showers the taut length of her collar bone in kisses. The vibration resonates throughout her bone structure, and already she can feel him in places she’s only fantasized about having him. He is going to heal me, she thinks. If anyone could heal her in any way, it would be him doing this.

She shows her gratitude by kneading circles into his soft tissues, so tense from all their days chasing ghosts. The sinew relaxes beneath the pads of her fingers, and she feels like she has solved the most important X-File of all.

Mulder traces his way along her spine. He has never touched her here, nor ever even fantasized about it, and there is an erotic tension--like a needle about to drop on a record--that neither one of them could have seen coming. Inevitably, his hands converge at the hooks of her bra. She arches her back in approval. He slides the hooks away from each other, and both of them feel the release. She shimmies off the garment before he can pull it out of the way. No secrets, not anymore.

Mulder didn’t expect to cry and is aware that most women wouldn’t take that as a positive sign, but seeing her, like this, knowing what they both know, tears feel like the least he could offer up. She is...beautiful is too weak a word to describe it. He needs to invent a new word to capture the essence of his emotions, the reverence with which he views her. He is not a religious man, but he will worship her until the end of time.

He has known this, intuitively, for a while, and now he’s putting it into practice. He wants to do everything he can for her, give her everything she wants. Yet he doesn’t know how to, and this scares him. She has always slipped through his fingers, always turned on a dime just when he thought he figured her out. Tonight is no exception. How was he to know that he’d be on his couch with a half-naked Scully in his lap?

He fears the tears will offend her, so he nuzzles into her heartspace, his nose pressed against the heart that is--by the grace of that God she worships--still beating. His lips meet the plush of her left breast.

Where does he go from here? The dusty routine he’s used with other women--the few who have given themselves to him or let him hand himself over--is not worthy enough for Scully. He could never touch Scully in the ways he’s touched the women before because she is not like the women before. There is no mere giving or taking here, no detached exchange of commodities or pleasure for the sake of pleasure. This is survival. They are symbiotically keeping each other alive.

A drop of water hits Scully’s skin, slides down the curvature of her breast. She shudders. A tear. That’s what it is, she realizes. Mulder is crying. It’s a baptism of unfortunate proportions.

She cups her hand against his chin, tilts it up so his bleary eyes meet hers. She rests her forehead against his. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She kisses each eye closed, his lids fluttering beneath her lips. “It’s okay.”

His breathing steadies. He is quite certain that it is not okay, that it never will be, but he listens to her, lets himself pretend.

Hands still on his chin, she careens their lips together. His mouth on hers; a godsend. They caress each other for a moment, then Scully opens wide, and Mulder does too. They are reflecting.

If Scully could compress herself, pushing every particle of air out of her lungs and into his, she would. As a sort of thank you, for everything. For what he has done, what is doing, what he will do...She will never have to live without him. She knows this now, and it makes this easier. But he will have to live without her, and so she must make sure he gets the memories he needs to carry on. This is how grief works, she’s acquainted with it. These moments, these feelings, these bated breaths and tender touches, will be his survival mechanism for awhile. Until the day when he can throw them off and go on without her ghost. It will happen one day, and she will be glad that he made it.

She feels him pressing against her stomach, which is certainly not where she wants him. “Fox…” Her hands hover above his belt. She unzips his fly first, her hand warm against him. He is dizzy with want as her fingers curl against his belt buckle, loosening it with confidence. In a sweeping gesture, she pushes his jeans off his hips, exposing him. The thrill she feels, seeing him big and bare in front of her, is a new kind of livelihood. She’s overcome with the desire to take him in her mouth--and that has never, never been her first instinct. She ducks down, but he stops her.

“Dana, no. You.”

She doesn’t need to hear it twice. She sucks in a breath, arches her back, and slides onto him. Slowly, gasping as they go.

“Am I hurting you?”

Scully shakes her head, lips parted. It has been nothing like this before...nothing so fulfilling. She crosses her ankles, binding them completely together at last.

Unity triumphs against the self, their union abolishing the world’s insistence on the solitude of the individual. This is what it’s about, isn’t it? Being joined, not only in spirit, but in body? Knowing that whatever horrors are to come, he will feel them as she does. Her dwindling will be his too, her losses an equally empty space within him.

She is teetering on the edge of something she can never come back from. She is not afraid.

She careens her fingernails into his back as the pressure builds. If it doesn’t come to a head, she’ll die right here, she thinks.

She barely registers the cathartic noises coming out of her, though they give Mulder great delight. He thought she would be quiet, and the fact that she’s not trying to hold anything in--after holding everything in for so goddamn long--is the most moving part of the experience.

And they want this to go on forever, but they want the release. Mulder swivels his hips into her, bringing them both closer to climax. Scully curls against him.

“I’m sorry,” she cries into his ear.

“What?” He nearly pulls out of her, fearing that she’s hurt.

“No, no--” She scrambles to stay with him. “This--” she pants “--is so good.” She lowers her lips onto his as confirmation, then speaks into his open mouth. “I’m just sorry to be the one to go.”

He frames her ribcage, thumbs arching toward her belly button. “Fuck, honey...don’t say that, don’t even think that…”

They won’t linger on the choice of pet name, the tenderness with which it settles over her, nor the absolute devastation of her words. There is simply no time.

Scully hides her face in his neck as the wave breaks over both of them. There is no world anymore, only the two of them on this couch. They have forsaken the physical realm, ascending to heaven in time with their heartbeats.

Mulder understands then what his reciprocal means when she says she needs proof to believe. Now that he’s been there and felt it, he knows that heaven exists, and holy shit, what does that mean for the life he has lived and the time he has left? What did it mean for Samantha?...What will it mean for Scully?

They collapse into each other, a melted mass of skin and bone. Two becoming one, becoming two again. Mulder strokes the back of his partner’s head, presses his lips to her temple. Her chest rises against him in jagged breaths.

“You are the only proof I’ll ever need that this life is worth it,” he murmurs. “Just you.”

Scully looks up at him, tears running down her cheeks. He kisses them away and wraps his arms around her. “I don’t know if you got the memo, but I love you, Dana Scully.”

She rests her cheek against his. “I love you too, F--Mulder.”

Mulder chuckles, his amusement shaking both of them. Scully closes her eyes and snuggles into him. He puts his hand over her heart, feels it beating steadily into his palm, and longs for it to stay like that forever.

#i have been working on that last scene since uhhh...october #i apologize for any emotional distress this and the following chapters will cause lmao #probably only two or three chapters left!!!#thank you for reading <3 #only the light fic #missy and scully fic #txf #txf fic #the x-files #fox mulder #dana scully #melissa scully #mine

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chispas-and-broken-bindings · 4 years ago

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Your tags about darklina made me wonder, what are some of your favorite villain/heroine romances? I know they’re popular, but the only time I’ve really bought that dynamic was Villanelle/Eve.

Oh! What a good ask @esther-dot! Though, unfortunately I don’t have many to recommend. I really love the enemies-to-lovers trope and a good villain/hero(ine) romance, but unfortunately I think its very hard to do well and most of the time I just don’t buy it either.

When it’s done poorly I absolutely hate it.

I love Killing Eve, and the Villanelle/Eve dynamic is actually what renewed my interest in the trope. It had been dead to me for awhile because I saw too many darklina versions of it, and that left a sour taste in my mouth (sorry for the shade S&B fans...they just really don’t do it for me)

That being said, here are some versions of the trope that I do adore.

1. Lust, Caution - This is the film where it all started for me...and also what ruined almost all other versions of the trope. Nothing compares. It’s directed by Ang Lee, and it’s set during the Japanese occupation of China during the second sino-japanese war. and stars Tang Wei and Tony Leung. Tang Wei plays an idealistic university student who plots to seduce and kill Mr. Yee (Tony Leung), a special agent and recruiter for the puppet government.

It’s beautifully filmed, very sexy, suspenseful and the stakes are high! I couldn’t recommend it more, though beware. There are no happy endings.

2. Tie me up! Tie me down!

I was actually just chatting with @woodswit about this film so it’s on my mind. ¡Átame! is a dark romantic comedy starring a very fresh-faced Antonio Banderas (the movie is from 1989) who plays a troubled young man who has just been released from a psychiatric hospital. He immediately proceeds to kidnap an actress (Victoria Abril) in order to make her fall in love with him. It’s the kind of plot that would never be billed as a comedy or a romance in the year of our lord 2021...but its so much fun. Young Antonio Banderas is fine as hell, and they play with both horror and romantic comedy conventions in a really unique way. It’s a Pedro Almodovar film so it’s beautiful to look at as well.

3. The Handmaiden - this is the kind of movie you should really go into blind, but lets just say they twist the trope in the most deliciously unexpected ways, and you’ll leave very satisfied with everyone’s fates.

4. Jane Eyre - I completely think Mr. Rochester is the villain to Jane’s heroine....and I love every bit of it. It’s been one of my favorite books since I was a preteen, and while my more mature self wants to tell Jane to run for the hills, another side of me is screaming for her to get it.

5. Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger - This obviously only exists in fandom, and I wasn’t even really aware of this ship until the last year or so, but I’ve read a few good fics and I really like the dynamic when its an adult Hermione traveling back in time to stop the rise of Voldemart. Blood and Gold by @obsidianpen is an in-progress fic that is excellent!

6. Honorable mention: Battlestar Galactica

I posed the question to my husband during dinner, and this was his submission and I think the entire television series actually fits the best parts of the trope really well, if you squint.

These are the first examples that came to mind! If anyone can think of other good ones, I’m all ears, though I’d prefer non-YA examples. Every time I’ve encountered the worst versions of this trope, it’s been in a YA series.

#my asks #villain/heroine romance #other honorable mentions #will/hannibel #lucifer/chloe decker #dexter morgan/debra morgan #tommy shelby/grace shelby #there is a reason beauty and the beast is my fave fairytale #and I'm partial to Bluebeard as well #but its a fine line

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succulentsunrise · 3 years ago

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Where the Fire Lilies Grow

Content: SFW!

Sorry it took so long but I really wanted to amp the suspense!! I hope you like it 😁

Tag list: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, @lyranova ❤️

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Chapter 9: The Dungeon

“I’ve fallen in love with adventures, so I begin to wonder, if that’s why I’ve fallen for you.”

E. Grin

The forest spanned a large area. To a certain point, it was like any other forest. Subtly, however, the vegetation changed: it was more vibrant, more invasive and much bigger in size. Large roots of tilted trees curled towards the surface, creating a difficult terrain to walk on. The grass and plants that had gathered on the ground cut off all natural paths from sight. The branches of the trees were intertwined together with large, beautiful leaves. The beauty of the forest was not lost on Tani. It was intriguing, too - she had never seen anything grow so large outside of the neutral zone. Some of the plants she couldn’t even recognize. She would occasionally, to the amusement of her teammates, stop and wonder at some of them. Either this side of Clover had plants that her books and adventures had failed to notice, or the dungeon had brought new plants with it. Whichever option it was, Tani was certain they’d know after they’d find the dungeon. That, however, was a little harder to accomplish. The entrances to dungeons were usually rather plainly visible. This one was not. No matter how much they circled around the forest, they couldn’t find a path, cavern or even a large enough hole to move through. It was as if there wasn’t a dungeon there.

“What the--what is going on here?” Icree asked, frustrated enough to almost curse.

“Dungeons aren’t meant to be sentient enough to hide, are they?” Tani questioned humorously.

“No!”

“If I had to make a guess, it has to be in the middle of this forest.”

“Luka--,” Icree started to turn towards the young man, but before she finished, he had already nodded to her.

Luka had always been good at reading Icree’s moods and acting upon them. He had worked long enough with her to know what she wanted. He muttered a few words underneath his breath and several sculpted birds sprung from his hands. In answer, Icree conjured a group of butterflies, guiding them to move towards the edges of the overgrowth. She closed her eyes, likely trying to sense the right positioning through the overflow of mana. She then moved her arms up, slowly. Tani knew that wherever they were, the butterflies were flying up to signal to Luka’s sculptures where the edges of the overgrowth were. Luka would then be able to see how far they were from the middle through the eyes of his sculpture and the mana that Icree was spending. It was a rather complicated combination of spells, but hardly the first time they did it. Tani kept one hand on her sword, making sure no one would surprise them.

“We are north of the center,” Luka said after a long pause. “Here, follow me.”

He began to lead the others carefully through the woods, ever so often closing his eyes and ascertaining they were coming closer and closer to the middle. Tani kept an eye out for trouble still. The forest was quiet and calm. She tried to listen for bird songs or the subtle steps of animals, but it was as if they were avoiding the area. Tani felt a small chill creeping up her back and she instinctively moved her shoulders to shake it off. It was a move she immediately regretted - her left shoulder painfully reminded her of still being in the process of healing. Tani let out a defeated sigh. It would take a while to recover. At least she could hear insects around her, if not other animals. A bee was buzzing somewhere close by. Her gaze scanned the area around her, concentrating on a plant that she didn’t quite know. Its white petals were papery and still in a bud - unless they were not meant to open. She peered at it a little closer. What had seemed like petals to her were not quite so. It was more likely that the sepals of the flower had grown to form a protective bubble around the flower’s fruit, whatever it was. Tani smiled a little bit. Perhaps whatever was causing this overgrowth was at least not harmful to the plants themselves. Not wanting to be left behind, Tani let her gaze travel up, deeper into the forest. Immediately, she recoiled with a jolt. In the blink of an eye, what she had seen had disappeared, and yet -

Tani was rather sure she had seen a form there. A form of a person with curly hair and intense, blue gaze. It had stared at her from between the trees, filled with an emotion that she wasn’t sure how to read. The more she thought about it, the more she was certain that it had almost been a hostile gaze - a cold, calculating one. Had it been a trick of sunlight that the hair had seemed so warmly orange? Tani searched the treeline with her gaze, uncertain. Whatever had been there, wasn’t there anymore. Perhaps the bush had made her see things. She glanced around herself. Yes, the way the bush swayed in the wind could be mistaken for hair. It was a bit of a reach, but perhaps. The sunlight and the slight twinkle of blue sky - she had simply seen things. Tani took hastily steps forward to follow Icree and Luka. The sight had made her jump, and it was hard to calm back down. She kept glancing backwards, as if to make sure the bush had not come back alive. It however stayed swaying in the wind, as if waving her goodbye.

“It’s here,” Luka stated, stopping suddenly.

Tani looked forward nervously. The central point didn’t look any different from the rest of the forest: it was filled with a haphazard collection of trees, roots and rocks.

“There has to be a way to find it,” Icree muttered, jumping over the roots with an ease to reach the moss-covered cliff. She examined it with a thoughtful eye.

“Let’s scrape the moss off these rocks. Maybe it’s underneath them,” she commented, already rolling back her sleeves to start.

“Don’t!” Tani said quickly.

She rushed to Icree’s side, gently placing herself between the moss and Icree.

“Why hurt them, when I can just ask them to move?” she lectured her friend with a hurt voice, ignoring Icree rolling her eyes.

“It’s moss, Tani.”

“Hey!” Tani reprimanded, turning to the covered cliff. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her hurt you.”

There was the gentle dark green glow of her magic, and the moss and the plants seemed to almost crawl away from her hands. At the same time, there was a rumble, as if from deep underground. Tani quickly pulled her hands off the stone, looking around. Icree and Luka were doing the same, taking out their grimoires. Everything around them was still calm and quiet. Unnaturally quiet, almost. Tani glanced back to the stone.

“Look - the entrance,” she gasped, pointing at it.

The peeled back moss had revealed chipped frames of a doorway, blocked by an enormous stone slab. The slab wasn’t even the right size for the entrance. It looked like it had intentionally been put in front of it to hide it.

“What was that rumbling?” Icree asked, still alarmed.

“Something reacted to your magic,” Luka said with a glance to Tani.

“Perhaps,” she considered slowly. “Nothing happened, though.”

“The entrance appeared.”

“Yee-ees, but--it’s not exactly a defense.”

“Maybe the wizard that made this place was a plant mage and it’s gone a little faulty during the years?” Icree suggested, scratching her head. “Either way, we have an entrance.”

“I’m not sure if that makes any more sense, but we don’t have enough to build on,” Luka sighed.

“Let’s keep it in mind and open the way for now,” Tani said, knocking lightly on the stone slab in their way.

The others nodded their assent, and the three of them gathered around the stone. Most of the pushing came from Tani. Out of the three, she was by far the strongest, thanks to her upbringing and her constant exercising. As soon as they had pushed the stone to the side, a burst of hot air emerged from inside. For Tani, it was as if someone had trapped a volcano inside the dungeon and this was the first chance the air had to escape. All three of them immediately backed away from the entrance. Fortunately for them, there was no fire or flame that would have followed. There was simply an unbearable heat as the burst of flame began to quell. The three of them peeked carefully in, uncertain what they might see. The corridor that opened before them was filled with ashes and charred remains of what had once been plants. They swayed and crumbled in the disappearing burst of heat. It seemed like the walls of the corridor had once been covered completely in plants and moss.

“What happened here?” Tani asked, looking at it all. “Was this--was this a trap?”

“I didn’t see any glyphs,” Icree replied quickly. “No, I think - either this place hides an incredible heat source inside of it or someone came here before us.”

“The entrance was hidden,” Luka chimed in, shaking his head. “If someone had found it, they would have left it visible.”

“A heat source like this - I don’t know. This stone was put here by someone, I don’t think it is this dungeon’s natural door. It’s--”

Icree sighed in frustration, staring at the charred entrance.

“It’s too big. It doesn’t fit. It would be logical to assume that someone didn’t want us to find the dungeon and hid it with the slab, but--but to make plants and moss grow over it, they’d have to have plant affinity like Tani--or--or illusion magic--?”

“They were real plants,” Tani interrupted her. “I--we would have noticed.”

“Would we have? There was that rumble.”

“I know that my magic affected something here, Icree.”

“This could have simply been a trap,” Luka insisted quietly. “Perhaps whoever came here triggered something. A trap near the entrance.”

“A trap near the entrance...yes, perhaps. Perhaps we are dealing with a mage, who didn’t notice it,” Icree agreed thoughtfully. “And this dungeon just has fire traps.”

Tani looked uneasily at the charred marks.

“I’ll be at a disadvantage, then,” she noted. “We should be careful. If the traps in this dungeon are of this caliber, we don’t want to trigger them.”

Icree nodded and began stepping into the corridor. She was the best at detecting magic and so had the highest chance of noticing if anything was wrong. She took out of her bag a magically infused lamp and created a little butterfly inside of it. Unlike a fire lamp, these types of lamps were unaffected by wind and brought better illumination all around them. Tani and Luka followed carefully, scanning the walls for hidden doors or glyphs. After the entrance, the burnt places became more like patches, revealing the extent of the overgrowth in the dungeon corridor. There was a galore of alluring greenery that had grown all over the wall and ceiling. Once more, Tani found her attention turning to the condition of the flowers. Most of their leaves were white. Some displayed other colours - a variation of red, yellow and even purple - but none of them were green. There was, in fact, a remarkable lack of green colour among them.

“Fire and plants,” Icree muttered, shaking her head. “If the creator of this dungeon was a plant mage, why would they put fire traps in?”

“It’s rather illogical,” Tani agreed. “Not only that, they didn’t leave any light source for these poor plants. Yet they are somehow alive.”

“Maybe the infiltrator - or rather, infiltrators since it would be weird for just one mage to come here - has fire magic?”

“Why would they have used so much magic just to the entrance, and then blocked it with a stone?”

“I don’t know,” Icree sighed. “But it’s the only thing that makes sense to me right now.”

“Maybe the plants are the infiltrators,” Luka suggested, half-jokingly.

Icree gave him a half-hearted glare and continued to move forward. Tani followed, wondering about the theory. What if there were no other infiltrators? Could she make the presence of fire and plants work? Perhaps it was meant as a counter - plant magic had understandable disadvantages with fire magic. If there had been traps with fire magic, it could have been to catch any fire mages unawares. Did the creators of this dungeon expect mages with fire affinity? If only they knew more about the dungeons and their creators. Tani sighed, directing her attention back to the corridor they were traversing. It was wide enough for two people to walk comfortably next to each other as it slowly began to slope downwards. She could see further away, illuminated by Icree’s light, the opening to a chamber of some sort. Perhaps there would be some answers there.

Tani’s hopes for answers were squashed immediately as they entered the chamber. Its walls were lined with variegated flowers and plants, and the ceiling had been conquered by hanging ivies. The chamber floor was strangely uneven, consisting of both small bumps and larger shapes, all hidden under the blanket of vegetation. If there was something in the room, it had been overtaken by the plants a long time ago. As Tani’s gaze travelled across the chamber, she noticed that only the western wall had been charred. Someone had very clearly burnt a door-sized hole into the wall of plants, revealing an actual door behind it. The wooden door bore signs of having been slightly burnt along with the plants. Slowly, as if realizing her gaze on it, the door began to move. A tortured, creaking sound emerged from its ancient hinges as it slowly began to open. Tani took a step back, alerting the others even though they had heard the sound as well. Icree swung the lamp in the direction to better illuminate the area. Nothing was there. Beyond the doorway lay a dark corridor, where the group could see giant thorny thickets on each side. The bushes climbed all the way up to the ceiling, seeming almost ghostly in their whiteness. The thickets were dense enough to block any sight beyond them.

“Hello?” Tani called out, but Icree shushed her.

Icree began to quietly approach the door, a finger on her lips. Tani frowned, but followed her lead. They moved silently, trying to peer through the door’s cracks to see anyone. The door kept opening, but no one seemed to be behind it.

“The magic is stronger here, but I can’t sense anyone,” Icree said finally, illuminating the pathway in front of them with her lamp.

“Someone has definitely passed through here,” Tani commented, glancing at the burnt doorway. “Maybe there’s enough wind for the door--well--for it to open?”

The three of them exchanged disbelieving glances. It was a little too convenient. None of them felt any kind of wind in the stale, hot air. As they stepped through the doorway, Tani put her hand on her sword. All her muscles were tensed, as she was prepared for an attack or an ambush of some kind. Nothing of that sort happened, however. The corridor seemed to simply continue forward. The plants were different here - they were thorned and difficult to see through. The three of them advanced through the corridor carefully. Icree walked in the front, the lamp showing the way, and magic occasionally flickering near her fingertips. Luka was more composed, not showing his tenseness as easily. Still, his eyes scanned the area constantly, and he kept rubbing his right hand’s fingers together - a sign of his nervousness. Tani kept her hand on the hilt of her sword, but her thoughts were almost fully on the plants. They had no sunlight here, yet there were so many of them. They thrived, despite the limitations. It was surprising and worrying. There were no insects or animals to harm or help the plants. In fact, the quiet of the forest continued in the dungeon. The only sounds that Tani could hear were their own footsteps.

The corridor in front of them divided into three different paths. It seemed like they had reached a crossroads of sorts. Despite Icree trying to bring the lamp closer to any of the corridors, it was difficult to say which way would lead them to answers.

“Any guesses?” Icree asked.

“I can’t sense anyone else here,” Luka admitted, shaking his head.

A small noise from their right caught their attention - a small crackle, like a branch or a twig snapping. They all froze still, gazes fixed to the rightmost corridor. Then they heard it: a gentle, muffled step, another. Someone was walking. Icree put a finger on her lips again and motioned towards the corridor. The butterfly in the lamp grew dimmer and darker, as Icree lessened the amount of mana she was channeling into it. The corridor turned in front of them. Instead of peeking, Icree motioned to Luka, who created a tiny sculpture of a ladybug. It crawled into the thicket, out of Tani’s sight. It was hard for her to stay still. The footsteps were quieter, but they had to be careful. Reconnaissance was more Luka’s thing than hers, but she craved to do something and not just stand there. Eventually Luka shook his head, signalling that no one was in the corridor, and they moved again. The path turned almost immediately again, but this time they didn’t stop. Luka had checked both corners. Instinctively, all three of them began moving quicker. They were all holding their breaths, trying to listen to the footsteps. With their own mixed in, it was more difficult to make them out. Another turn that they moved through quicker - just to be faced with a dead end. Tani looked down to the ground. There were subtle imprints there, big enough to belong to a human with boots. She raised her gaze from the ground to the white thicket. Icree and Luka were looking around as well, wearing as perplexed expressions as herself. The thickets still rose all the way to the ceiling. There was no way to go around, under or above. An idea struck Tani, and she moved closer to where the footsteps ended. She gently touched one of the flowers of the thicket, pressing her finger against it and pushing. It moved under the pressure, and then slid off, one of its thorns grazing her finger. It seemed like it wasn’t an illusion, after all.

“They can’t have passed through here,” Tani muttered, withdrawing from the thicket.

“Maybe they parted the plants,” Icree suggested, dissatisfied with their solutions. “Or they have magic that allows them to pass through certain death traps.”

“I could try parting it, but they are built rather densely. There’s not much space for them to move to, and the ground looks undisturbed here.”

“There’s not really anywhere else they could have gone.”

The three of them looked at the thickets again. They looked sharp and dangerous.

“I’ll try opening a path,” Tani sighed.

She hovered her hands over the thicket carefully, barely not touching them. She concentrated. These plants weren’t easy to manipulate out of the way. They resisted. Tani increased her magic a little, still trying to gently move them to the side. The thickets rustled their complaints, but slowly began to bend out of the way. Behind them, another path was revealed. It was identical to the one they had been traversing so far. Icree stepped into the new corridor, her lamp illuminating a turn ahead of them. Tani glanced at the ground. She couldn’t see any footsteps in it, but perhaps whoever had been there, had decided on a softer approach. They all stood silently still for a moment, trying to listen for footsteps. They shared glances, each of them shaking their heads. No one could anymore hear the steps. No one either wanted to break the silence that had fallen, as if to hear better everything that happened around them. They continued following the path, ever so often stopping to listen. The plants stayed as variegated as before. Tani could see some similar ones as those outside - the white, lantern-like flowers seemed to bloom at the lower levels of the thickets as well. She would have otherwise stopped to look at them, but she didn’t want to waste time right now. Perhaps later, when they would be coming out of the dungeon.

Suddenly, Tani felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around instinctively, looking behind her. There was no one. A small shiver passed through her, but her gaze found a nearby branch with plump, white leaves. It had probably brushed against her shoulder. The thought calmed down her racing heart a bit, and she let out a small sigh of relief. There was something else as well: pieces of dark red fabric, tangled deep inside the thicket. Tani frowned. The light suddenly almost disappeared, so she turned to look back at her friends. The corridor in front of them had turned to the right, as well as she could see in the dark, and the light was being obstructed. They hadn’t noticed that she had stopped.

“Wait just a moment, Icree, Luka,” Tani shouted.

The light stopped moving, though it was surprisingly dim. Tani listened for a moment, but was satisfied as she couldn’t hear the other two moving. Gently, she began to coax open the thicket in front of her with her magic. The branches opened up easily, allowing her to extract the crimson fabric. It had definitely been ripped out of a cloth.

“What a naughty thicket you’ve been,” Tani muttered under her breath and turned to walk back to Icree and Luka.

As Tani’s steps echoed in the silence, the light seemed to start to move again. In fact, it left her almost in pitch darkness. She hurried along, trying to catch up with the other two. However, when she turned the corner, she found herself still in darkness.

“Icree?” she called out.

Tani couldn’t see any light anywhere. She had been suddenly thrust into pitch black, and her eyes had difficulty adjusting to it.

“Luka?”

There was still no answer.

Confused, Tani reached into her own bag and retrieved a similar lamp as Icree had. Instead of a butterfly, she filled hers with a tiny shining plant. It illuminated less area than Icree’s, but it was enough to see around.

“Guys?” she shouted a little louder.

The corridor in front of Tani seemed to only stretch forward. No matter how much she waved her lamp around or investigated, she couldn’t find a corner or bend where Icree and Luka would’ve gone to disappear from her so completely.

Tani was alone, separated from her friends, and without a clue where to go.

#Where the FIre Lilies Grow #black clover #black clover fanfiction #suspense time!!

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ofmythsandmadness · 5 years ago

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i need a favour - two.

PART TWO - don’t call me baby. or, klaus always knows how to make things a little bit more tense, even without meaning to (but no one can ever hate him for it)

WORD COUNT: 3000 or so. PREVIOUS PART(s): part one

A/N: i was surprised at honestly the good response? i wasn’t considering anyone liking it, but i’m glad. i’ve got a little series tag list going on for those who requested to be updated on this - if you want to be added, just ask and I can do that :) I’m updating this at three in the morning, because I didn’t have much inspo for finishing it til now? if it’s badly written and honestly, i feel that with the ending, i’m super sorry. but on another note, there’ll be more parts if I can get my shit together, at least a couple more chapters because i want to have a proper growth session (yee haw, buckle up i guess). I’m still getting used to writing x reader things, I don’t normally even read them, but this is pretty fun and it’s something I can do. and i’m happy people enjoy reading it. (sorry for the super long a/n.)

FOR MOST, IT WOULD BE STRANGE TO SEE a teacher smiling as they went through a stack of to-be papers. Frowns, or grumblings were more common, only covered by a constant reaching for more coffee to keep them alert. But for Y/N and her creative writing class, it was nothing unusual. She largely favoured the course to teaching AP English, and most of the time enjoyed reading what the students came up with. The prompts were fun and the followup even better - no matter the spelling and grammar mistakes, the students were not without creativity. If she was being honest, it might just be the greatest opportunity a young teacher in her position could get. And she was not without appreciation for that.

The prompt that week perhaps made her marking job even more entertaining. She asked them to tell her about their childhood hero, and a large portion of the class had chosen to write about the infamous ‘Umbrella Academy’. Even if they were on the younger age and only saw the group in the later years, more than half of her students still fawned and gushed about the super-beings. The one in hand just then particularly favoured a certain Number Two - citing him as their first childhood crush, someone that their small self quite adored.

She snorted at their shy confession. If only they knew Diego like she did - maybe the mask and knives would not be so attractive.

Just before she could turn to the next page, her phone lit up and she had to place the red pen down. The number was not recognised by her phone, but she hardly spared a thought on that, sighing before bringing the device to her ear. “Hello, Y/N Y/L/N here.”

“Well, don’t you sound professional.”

Speak of the devil. She fought back a smile. “You really have to get your own phone, you know.”

“Why, so you can get even more excited it’s me?”

“No. So I know not to answer.”

“Ouch. You’d say that to the love of your life?”

Y/N transferred the phone to her other ear, pressing it into her next and jaw as she fixed her piles. “Okay, hold on. Thought you were my fake boyfriend, not ‘the love of my life’. Did I miss that in our agreement?”

“Ain’t that the same thing?”

“No,” she shot back. There was no point elaborating, she knew he was joking - and yet for some reason, the casual question did sting a little. She quickly brushed the thought away, though, and continued. “Why are you calling me? I’m working.”

“I’m calling on your break, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but you’re interrupting my paper-grading.”

She could practically see the teasing smirk on his face, imagining him leaning against the telephone booth with the device pressed up to his ear. Trying to be stupidly suave. What she wouldn’t give to trip him up. “Sorry to interrupt that, I didn’t know you were having such a great time.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I-” she cut herself short as the door swung open. Her frown quickly shifted to a polite smile and Y/N gestured for the student to come in, motioning silently to her phone. She turned back with a lower voice and new sense of urgency. “Do you need something, Diego, or are you just calling to tease me?”

“C’mon, don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m about three seconds from hanging up-”

“-okay, sure. I do have a question.”

She shifted in her seat, sparing another glance to the waiting student just to make sure she was still there. The girl stood patiently - well, in the sense of trying her very best to pick up on just what the conversation was without being obvious. Y/N smiled a little at that.

“What is it, then?”

“They’re moving dinner to Sunday. Can you make that?”

Y/N did not have to rack her brain to know her answer. “Yeah, probably. I’ll have to bump all my plans around, but I guess I can make it work.”

“Oh, right. Cause you have so much going on.”

“Screw off, Diego, ‘else I might just be too busy to show up to dinner.”

He sobered up then, though he did force an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Thanks.”

“Uh-huh. We can talk later about details but-” she shot another glance the girl’s way, gesturing she would just be one more minute, “-I have to actually go. Okay?”

He laughed softly into the phone. “Sure. See you, sweetheart.”

“Bye, loser - and don’t call me that!”

He hung up with nothing more as a response, leaving Y/N to sigh and slam the phone back down to her desk. She smiled apologetically at the teen. “Sorry about that, Trish.”

“Oh, no worries,” the girl grinned. The smile was sly - a look only a curious high schooler knew best. “Everything all good?”

“Oh, n...yes, yeah.” Guess she had to go along with the teasing remark - not that Trisha had been sent as a spy by the Hargreeves siblings, trying to test the validity of their very not real relationship. But it did not hurt to push the narrative. “Yeah, that’s just my...uh...boyfriend. Confirming plans, no big deal.”

Trish’s smile grew larger. “Sounds cute.”

How someone could sound cute, especially when she had not even heard him actually speak, Y/N could not say. But she just laughed it off, played the part she had dealt herself. “Yeah, he’s...great. But anyways, how can I help you?”

AT THE FIRST KNOCK, Y/N was throwing the door open, rubbing at her eyes so she could take in the situation properly. Her eyes flitted down Diego, scanning frantically for any wounds or issues that would need serious work, or just any sign in his face of what could be an urgent matter. There was no bloody giveaways on his clothes this time, though, and his face was warped into strangely, a stiff grin, instead of a look of pain.

“Well, at least you used the door this time,” she sighed, opening it wider so he could come in. She stiffened, though, as he moved closer than normally, brushing her into a one-armed hug before pulling away. Y/N’s mouth fell open to question the embrace, but fortunately her eyes fell on the answer before she could be made a fool. “Oh. Oh. Hi, Klaus...?”

“Long story,” Diego mumbled into her ear, disguising the whisper with a kiss to her temple. She tried to focus only on the word and not how the strange shiver shot down her back at his touch, no matter how she felt. “Picked him up, he wouldn’t leave me alone and I really didn’t want him wasted up somewhere bad.”

She only nodded in response and turned her arms to Klaus, wrapping him up in a hug. He felt warmer than he had the last time they hung out - a bit more meat seemed to be on his bones, too, though he was still a willowy, langly man. A somewhat sober nature did suit him.

“My darling Y/N - congratulations!”

“Congr-”

“-you managed to do the impossible - and oh! How happy I am to welcome you to our crazy family!”

Oh, right. That.

“I always had a feeling that there was something between the two of you, but I never knew that the day would come where you’d actually admit it..” Klaus’ arms slung easily around both Diego and Y/N, drawing them close to him with a ferocity neither expected. Their heads very nearly knocked together, before Diego could wriggle out of the hold. “My dear little Y/N, tying down this grumpy asshole.”

She laughed semi-nervously. “Guess that’s me, yeah.”

“You two always looked good together, so adorable,” he continued, letting them go without a second thought. Luckily, he missed her glare to her supposed boyfriend, as well as the mouthed apology, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. “And between all the pining looks and - well, I don’t think anyone should be surprised you two finally decided to bump uglies!”

If there was any water in her mouth, Y/N would have done a classic spit take right then and there. As it were, she could just choke on air and attempt to keep her exposure in the face of a bold-face lie.

Fortunately, Diego was there to swoop in - somewhat. “I did not pick you up so you could badger Y/N about our sex life, Klaus. Say your shit or get out.” He sank into her couch and Y/N did not miss the flash of pain across his face - there was something wrong. She could already feel the frown of concern forming.

“You’re the one who forced me into your car.”

“Yeah, well,” he shot back through gritted teeth, “you were gonna get yourself killed, dumbass.”

“So now I can’t go anywhere without a babysitter, simply because of a slight issue in the past?”

“You are a recovering add-”

“-the details don’t matter, Diego,” Klaus muttered, only flinching the slightest bit under Diego’s withering stare. “And it’s not my fault everyone’s now so busy with their lives. I mean, you do really show up at the worst of times, just to bust me and not to catch up on all that quality ‘bro’ time we missed out on!”

Y/N gently pushed him forward and into a seat before moving onto Diego. She fished out the little aid kit kept under the kitchen sink and sank into the couch beside him. “Show me what’s wrong. And Klaus, what about Luther? Allison?”

“Both too far,” he whined back.

“Okay...stop squirming Di...uh, don’t you have Five?”

“Five can’t legally do anything except for like, drive. And even then, is he even old enough to have a license yet?” He paused for dramatics, only to sigh when neither gave much response. “I just worry for that boy, I can’t be the only one questioning this.”

“Vanya, then.”

Klaus shook his head once more. “I love the girl, but sometimes, a bit too dry for me. We don’t have the same tastes, and I’m afraid I might be tone-deaf. Severely so. Incurably so, darling.”

“Aw, Klaus.” She poked at Diego’s side, sticking her tongue out when he tried to push her away. “Shirt up, let me see how bad it is.”

He rolled his eyes. “S’barely a scratch. Let it be.”

“C’mon, I don’t want it getting infected, let me see!” She poked again, forcing him to lift the shirt up and reveal the nasty scratch. He still fought her hands away, even when she was obviously going to win the fight. She swatted his calloused fingers off, however, and inspected the wound despite his protests.

Diego was just about to shoot another insult her way, eyes a-flashing in that sly, tired way that only came out in the wee hours, when they were both cut off.

“Oh, don’t tell me I’m going to be interrupting a moment here?”

Immediately Y/N felt herself stiffen and everything feel a little bit colder. She could not lift her gaze from his wound, too anxious to look and see how Diego was reacting to the comment.

“I can leave, if that’s wanted? I understand the whole new couple thing, believe me. Been there, done that, and I’m always ready to try and start that over again tonight!”

She bit back a groan.

In all the fuss of getting them in and dealing with Diego, she had hardly spared a thought to the night ahead. Sure, she had realised it was going to be awkward every time a Hargreeve mentioned their ‘relationship’, but not like this - not where she would be left stammering, trying to defend herself to one of her closest friends. Not even defend, but...well, she was not sure what she was supposed to be trying to do. Aside from not combust from all the hot blood rushing straight to her face.

And all she had wanted was to sleep.

But there was no way she would kick either or both of them out, not in their states. Diego would end up staying anyways just like he always did, grumbling as she fussed over him - and she would not just kick Klaus out like that. She adored the both of them and had made a promise.

So, Y/N sucked in a breath and forced a gentle smile. “You’re not interrupting anything, hush.”

“Oh, I don’t mi-”

“-you wanna stay a while, Klaus? I have a feeling Diego’s not gonna be moving, and I don’t want you wand’ring the streets alone in your state.”

Diego’s eyes immediately shot to her, but she ignored the pointed stare.

“Oh, I’d hate to intrude on your relaxation session. Truly, I’ll just go!”

Gross, Klaus, she mused to herself - the guy was injured, for hell’s sake. “Seriously, you’re not. Please, just stay. There’s plenty a’room and I had nothing going on, anyways.” Aside from sleep - but that had been thrown out the window the second the pair had shown up, anyways.

A smile broke out on Klaus’ face and he shot up, moving to awkwardly hug Diego’s shoulder - much to the man’s chagrin. “I don’t know how you managed to convince her to like a prick like you. She’s an angel - you’re an angel, Y/N really.”

“You’re too sweet, but seriously, I don’t mind the company,” she grinned, swatting Klaus’ hands away. Hers were pressed against Diego’s torso, trying to wipe away the blood already drying around the wound. It, luckily, was not too bad- though serious enough to need serious attention. “Make yourself comfortable, just please don’t touch the booze!”

As his brother’s laugh floated away, Diego groaned. “Can’t we kick him out?”

“The more the merrier,” she sang back, ignoring the glare shot her way. “C’mon, I promise I’ll make it up to you later, baby.”

Diego did not bother to even try and hide him flipping her off. If anything, he brandished the action proudly. She just grinned back, trying to fight back her beating heart and flushed cheeks. She just had to deal with this - it was what she agreed to and it was just them. She hung out with the two of them for years and years. The only difference now was that she and Diego were supposed to be ‘bumping uglies’, but she could deal with Klaus’ comments.

Right?

“YOU COULD TRY AND BE A LITTLE NICER,” she said, swatting at him with a towel. “He is your brother.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “He’s an asshole, is what he is.”

“Why, he interrupted our quote-on-quote ‘alone time’?”

“No,” he grumbled, “but I didn’t really come here to put on a show.”

Y/N wanted desperately to then ask, ‘well why did you come’, but the words just would not come out. Instead, she just shook her head and played along with ignoring the implication. “C’mon, dummy. Would you rather we kicked him out and left him to do...well, whatever Klaus does? That wouldn’t be good.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Y/N watched as he absent-mindedly stroked the silvery scar carved into his head, a motion she thought probably was not even intentional. “I know. I know. S’why I brought him here.”

“So…”

“...all I’m saying is, I didn’t expect to have ‘im here all night.”

She shot him a teasing smile before twisting away, reaching up towards her top cupboards. Her fingers grazed the wood but could not quite reach the glasses pushed to the far back. How had she reached them before?

“If you wanted to just hang out with me, Diego, you could’a just said. I mean, I get it. I am irresistible and adorable in every which way.”

“I agree. You are super irritating and annoying.”

“Oh, wow, those are some big words!” Y/N gritted her teeth, stretching as far as she could forward to grab the glass - but ended up just sinking back to her toes with a sigh. “You been reading that dictionary I bought you?”

“You really just carry that teacher voice around wherever you go, don’t you,” he grinned. With ease, he reached up and brought down the glass she had been reaching for, earning a muttered ‘thanks’. “And for your information, I don’t even know where that thing is.”

“Liar.”

“Not kidding.”

“You lost my heartfelt gift to you?”

“Nah, I probably used it as target practice.”

She rolled her eyes, even if he could not see her face when focused on her hands. She poured a little more than halfway, pausing before shrugging and bringing it up to her lips. Still turned away, she swallowed. “You’re maybe the most insufferable boyfriend I’ve ever had, you know.”

“Oh, come on. That can’t be true.”

“No, I mean that. I don’t normally date people who bicker with me and lose my hard thought-out gifts like that. Assholes like you.”

“Yeah? What about Ty?”

“What about him?”

“He was an asshole.”

Y/N shrugged and focused her gaze on the cupboards opposite her. Better that than his face, right then. “Sure he was. But I think he took care and kept the presents I gave him. I mean, ‘til shit hit the fan, but still. They were appreciated.”

“You’re really comparing me to one of the biggest dicks because I didn’t value your joke gift?”

At that, she chuckled and finally looked his way. One glass of wine down and her sense of smart humour was already fleeing fast. “Can’t compare what I don’t know, can I? Though, he, he was packing, I will tell you that.”

That did not even make much sense, but her messily dirty joke still took a jab his way. Immediately, Diego’s face fell into a look of disgust - though, funnily enough, his cheeks shone red in the dim kitchen light - and Y/N could not keep her laughter in.

“Sorry, that didn’t even make any sense...”

“You’re gross,” he grinned back, shaking his head in fake disgust. “Don’t know what I see in you.”

She giggled mercilessly at him, ignoring his mumbles to keep quiet, caught up in the adorable face he made.

Wait, she interrupted, not adorable. Not in the adorable nature as - well, it was cute, but like in a little kid sort of way. Yeah. Was that a better way to look at it? She was not sure, but it still left her sobering up pretty quickly.

Her eyes fell down to the counter, tracing the swirls of wood before lifting once more. A low hum left her lips. “Nah, you’re right. He sucked. And you do too, don’t get me wrong, but not as much as Ty, or Todd. Or - pretty much all of them.”

“Well, I’m flattered.”

She grinned, but it was softer, weaker as she sipped her second glass. “Sure. Not like it’s much of a competition - I don’t think I have very good taste, sadly.”

“Sure you do,” Diego shot back, bending to pick out a bottle from the fridge. He leaned against the counter across from her, eyes slightly squinted as he took her in. “I mean, you’re dating me.”

“Ha, ha. This - this is a business arrangement, darling, not a relationship. And I didn’t even choose to be in this!”

“Well shit, tell me how you really feel, Y/L/N!”

“I mean nothin’ against you, ‘course,” she hummed. Why was she feeling awkward, all of a sudden? “It’s just not the same as actually having someone who genuinely cares about me - in the like, romantic sense.”

Diego nodded somewhat solemnly at that. “Mm. Sorry, I think?”

“Eh, don’t be. I agreed to this. And I still appreciate you, even if you aren’t interested in me past what benefits you.”

Her words were supposed to come out teasingly, a joke in the most bitter, light-hearted sense, but that was not the case. Instead, they came out all wobbly and unsure, like she had been biting them back but could not hold onto the feeling any longer. Which, was not really the case, she was not desperate for a hand to hold and certainly not from him - but she could not change the words said.

His eyes averted and hers softened, half from embarrassment and half unconsciously at the face he had pulled. She pulled away from the counter. “You still hungry? I can get you something.”

“Nah, I should - get him home.”

Y/N glanced back at Klaus’ silhouette, sound asleep and slightly snoring on the couch. “I think he’s okay, Diego.”

“Yeah, but it’s late. You’ve got work tomorrow and I got shit to get to.”

“Do you have to get to it?”

His smile was tired, like he was barely holding back a sad secret behind the pretty grin. Honestly, with a look like that? He was already half out the door and there was no point to arguing. “Who else is gonna keep this city from burnin’ down?”

She did not bother to argue with him - there was no point to giving him logical points, because he just deflected them all. Diego Hargreeves was a lot of things, but reasonable, he rarely could claim. At least not when it came to his own wellbeing.

Instead, Y/N just leant back and watched as Diego moved to his brother and in surprising tenderness, woke him up. It was rare to see him so gentle, but also a sign that made her smile - no matter what the man said, he truly loved his siblings. Especially Klaus.

“Hey, Diego?”

The man stopped, holding a half-asleep Klaus carefully upright in her doorway. She fought back the urge to smile at his lolling head. “Yeah?”

“Be safe.”

“Sure-”

“-no, I mean that,” she interrupted, “truly. You’re too reckless sometimes and it’s gonna get you killed.”

Diego grinned. “Aww. You gettin’ soft on me, Y/N?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, trying to will her face to not heat up at the accusation. “I’d just rather not have to pretend to cry at your funeral and play the grieving girlfriend role.”

“Ha. Love you too, baby.”

Y/N did not bother to throw any comeback after his retreating figure. She was too shaken by the way those four words had left his lips - sure, they were sarcastic, but they still sat heavy on her tongue as she silent repeated them. They made her feel weird, tingly in a sense she could not quite understand.

The door slammed shut, and she let her forehead fall after it, resting on the cool wind with fists at her side and questions swirling in her mind. Maybe she could do with another glass and miss out on attempting to sleep - not like she ever could after nights like this.

She sighed and made a mental note, one she knew she was going to forget in minutes, to yell at him about calling her baby again.

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