#might have made them too small...hmmm

[hakuryuu]

shopping trip

[kateschi]

spare me, please!

synopsis: a quiet night turns chaotic when familiar faces crash the scene. even so, his focus never strays far from you.

pairing: barou shoei x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: bet you didn't expect this huh

barou shoei is many things. ruthless. driven. scary, if you ask his rivals. a walking monolith of muscle, pride, and simmering death threats.

but tonight, under the low hum of neon lights and the glow of a near-empty bowling alley, barou is something else entirely.

he’s yours.

he doesn’t say it out loud—he rarely does. but it’s in the way he drapes his hoodie over your shoulders without a word when he notices the goosebumps on your arms.

it's in how he holds your favorite drink in one hand and your bowling shoes in the other when he picks you up.

it’s in the way he adjusts the laces for you, silently tugging the knot snug and giving your ankle a once-over like you might trip and fall if he doesn’t.

he won't say you're fragile. he just acts like it.

“try not to gutter this one,” he says, sliding into the booth beside you, thigh knocking gently into yours. “I don’t wanna be seen next to someone with a zero score.”

you blink at him, deadpan. “you’re the one who said you liked bowling with me.”

“regret it every time,” he replies with a small quirk of his lips that betrays him.

you huff, tugging his hoodie tighter around yourself. it’s warm and smells like his body wash. the sleeves are far too long, and you hide your hands inside them as you nudge your shoulder against his.

“I think you like having me here so you can show off.”

barou snorts, turning to reach for a fry from the shared basket between you. “you think I need to try to show off?”

you grin, watching him dip the fry into your favorite sauce and hold it out to you without even glancing.

you take it with a quiet “thank you,” and he rumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“you’re always such a gentleman, sho,” you tease.

his widen slightly, and he scoffs. but his ears are already turning red. “shut up.”

“did you remove the crust for your sisters today?”

he pauses.

“…you know they don’t like the crust,” he mutters, but the truth betrays him in his voice.

you giggle, leaning your head against his shoulder. “you’re so cute.”

barou catches your expression and glares. “wipe that look off your face.”

��hmmm, no.”

“oh? you wanna go?—"

the doors slam open like the start of an anime fight scene. you both turn.

“there he is! the king of strikes!”

bachira’s voice is unmistakable—sharp, excited, a little too loud for the dim neon-glow ambience of your peaceful date.

the door clatters shut behind him as three other familiar silhouettes shuffle in behind him: isagi, chigiri, and nagi.

“yo, barou!” isagi calls, already grinning as he spots the two of you huddled in your little corner lane.

barou groans under his breath. “no. no. no.”

you snort beside him, nestled in his hoodie. the sleeves cover your hands and the warmth still lingers in the soft fabric—it smells like citrus body wash and the quiet comfort of home.

you’re nursing a nearly-empty soda and stealing fries from the basket he brought over earlier. he’s been letting you have all the crispy ones without comment, which is how you know he’s in a good mood.

at least he was.

“found you, king!” bachira sings, practically skipping over the edge of the lane. his eyes dart to you immediately. “oh my god. she’s real?!”

“woah,” isagi breathes, catching up to him. “you weren’t joking.”

“I thought she was made up!” chigiri laughs, eyes dancing between you and barou. “like, ‘leave me out of it. I am taking my girl out.’ sure.”

“she’s wearing his hoodie,” nagi says bluntly, blinking down at you like you’re a rare species. “huh.”

“she is real,” bachira whispers, eyes wide. “and she’s so pretty.”

barou’s arm shifts. his body leans ever-so-slightly in front of you.

“leave,” he mutters lowly. “now.”

nagi tilts his head, taking in the cozy atmosphere, the empty plates, the half-finished drinks. “looks like a date.”

“it is a date,” barou snaps.

“bold of you to assume we'd leave you alone,” bachira grins.

“yeah, we came all this way,” nagi hums, flopping dramatically into the seat across from you. “you should share the vibes, king.”

you watch, amused, as they continue teasing. it's funny, really—how barou handles them. he growls and glowers, sure, but there's a quiet patience under it.

he doesn’t actually push them away. not yet. because no matter how loud they are, they’re still his people.

but the moment bachira leans forward and reaches toward the fries—

barou’s hand slams down.

right beside yours.

“touch it and die,” he says.

bachira’s fingers freeze mid-air.

chigiri slowly stands up straighter.

isagi lets out a soft whistle.

nagi, who was halfway through grabbing a fry of his own, just lets his hand drop.

barou turns to them now. his eyes are sharp, his jaw tight, and there’s that glint that he usually reserves for the field.

“if any of you say another word,” he says, enunciating with the calm of a man moments away from violence, “or come within five feet of her again—I'll make sure the next match we play ends with you crawling off the field. broken.”

the silence is instant.

you blink.

chigiri lets out a short laugh, like he’s trying to play it off, but even he looks slightly pale.

“noted,” isagi says quickly, hands raised in surrender.

“we’re gonna go…not die,” bachira nods, bouncing back to his feet.

“yeah,” nagi adds. “living sounds good.”

as they begin to retreat in a fumbling mess of backward steps and awkward coughs, bachira shoots one last grin over his shoulder.

“king wants alone time with his queen!” he teases, skipping away before barou can growl again.

“shut up!” your boyfriend snaps, watching them go like he’s calculating who he’ll crush first in their next scrimmage. then, slowly, his hand retracts from the table.

you glance up at him, and you can see the way his blush creeps in. it starts near the collar of his hoodie and travels upward like a fire he can’t control.

you lean in, smiling so hard it hurts. “you really scared them off.”

“they were pissing me off,” he mutters, eyes averted.

“they were teasing you.”

“don’t need them to ruin our time together. won't take it.”

you pause, taking a moment to look at his face. he looks so ticked off, downright pissed over moments wasted not with you.

so you reach up and press a soft kiss to his cheek. he flinches—not out of discomfort, but because he wasn’t ready. you see the way his pupils dilate, just for a second.

“you’re adorable,” you whisper.

“don’t call me that,” he says automatically.

“but you are.”

he scoffs, but when you snuggle into his side and nuzzle your head beneath his chin, he wraps both arms around you without hesitation.

his hands are warm, big, and steady as they hold you against his chest. you try to look up to say something, but he gently presses your face into his hoodie with a quiet grunt.

“don’t look,” he mutters.

“are you hiding your blush?”

“no.”

“you’re totally hiding your blush.”

“shut up,” he says, shoving your face closer as you laugh.

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[nebulaafterdark]

The Iron Throne

Summary: Y/N is afraid that the Iron Throne will spurn her due to her parentage, Aegon disagrees. Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

18+ ONLY MDNI Targcest, Smut, Oral (F receiveing)

Y/N and Aegon speak freely when they are alone, about the weight of her duties and what he, as her husband, might do to help shoulder them. Lately the topic has been a simpler one, Y/N’s fear of the Iron Throne and how she dreads the day she must eventually sit it.

“What of it frightens you, sweet girl?” Aegon wonders, watching her pace at the foot of their bed.

“That it will spurn me, because I am unworthy.” Y/N admits.

Aegon hums. “You are worthy. Come, I will show you.”

“Now?” Y/N chokes out.

“Yes, my love there is no one there.” Not in the middle of the night.

She hesitates, wringing her hands. “You know what I am.”

“My wife,” Aegon reminds her, “my future Queen.”

Y/N sighs, holding out a hand. Allowing him to lead her down to the empty throne room, demanding the guards provide no one entrance until they are finished.

The throne looms, like a dark omen over the room. Though Aegon does not seem to notice, walking his wife towards it and turning her to face him.

“Gods, you are beautiful.” He remarks, brushing dark hair over her shoulders. “Made to be worshipped, made to be Queen.”

Y/N smiles, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you’re one to talk.”

Aegon rests a hand against the tiny swell of the abdomen. “That’s how we got here a fifth time, hmmm?”

“It’ll be an even six, no doubt.”

“Or seven,” Aegon’s eyes come alight with mischief. “Then of course, it’d have to be eight.”

“Why stop at eight when we could have ten?”

“You’re stalling,” Aegon wags a finger at her. “Sit down for me, nice and slow.”

Y/N stops breathing all together as she takes her place on the throne.

“Good girl,” he coos.

Y/N inhales, sharply.

“Just as I said, nothing has happened.”

“I want to get off now.”

“Not until you’re comfortable.”

“Please, Aegon.” She whines.

“I will never let anything or anyone hurt you,” Aegon leans forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’m going to help you get over your fear of this silly chair.”

“How?” Y/N wonders.

“By feasting on your pretty cunt as you sit upon it, and each time you take to this throne, you will think of my mouth.”

She catches his face in her hands, “you cannot.”

“I must, my dearest love.” Aegon hushes her, “what kind of husband would I be if I allow you to walk around with such fear?”

Y/N swallows.

“Be good.” He affords her a reassuring smile before kneeling at her feet. Pressing a sweet kiss to the swell of her belly, the child has finally made their presence known. “Lift your hips for me.”

Y/N obeys, allowing him to slide her small clothes down to her ankles.

Her nightgown remains perfectly placed, with Aegon sliding up beneath her skirts. Applying gentle pressure to her knees until they part.

He groans, inhaling the familiar scent of her. “You are heavenly.” His tongue flicks over her cunt in practiced strokes.

His hair is hidden beneath her dress, nothing for her to cling to and the distance between them becomes too much to bear.

“I want your hand,” she chokes out.

“Yes, my Queen.” Aegon purrs, slightly muffled beneath the fabric. He slides one hand away from her trembling thigh to find hers, lacing their fingers together. “I live only to serve you.”

Her free hand curls around the arm rest, of its own volition. Her skin pristine and unscathed by the metal.

By then she’s relaxed enough that Aegon eases her legs farther apart, bending them up and over the arms of the chair. Slipping two fingers into her slick cunt.

“Aegon.”

He hums, in acknowledgement. Sometimes his sweet girl wishes to say his name just because she loves him. Because he’s pleasing her so well.

Lost in her passion, she scarcely notices the way her body is draped over the throne of swords with abandon. She is safe and loved…all she’s ever hoped to be.

Aegon redoubles his efforts, bringing her to peak. Covering his tongue and fingers with her slick, meeting her pearl with little kitten licks, until she squirms. Pushing against his head in protest, with one final kiss to her pulsing cunt, he pulls his mouth away. Curling his fingers against the spongy part of her inner walls as he stands, looming over her.

Her perfect lips agape, dark brows pulled together. “Fuck.”

“If you could see yourself now, my dearest love.” Aegon groans, “the smallfolk would line up at the foot of this throne, by the thousands for a chance to please you.”

“I only want you.”

Aegon’s eyes soften. He’s allowed one man to fuck her, so could hold her face in his hands and watch her features contort without distraction.

She took his cock well, for which Aegon praised her, though she could not find release until Aegon’s own fingers brushed her pearl. The same way he can cum for his ladies, but never as long or hard as he does for her.

Fucking is nice, something to do whilst he’s bored and craving excitement. Love making is more than that, something he only ever had the desire to do with her.

“How do you want me?”

“Inside me,” Y/N pants.

Aegon chuckles, “I meant to ask if you are comfortable? Or shall I bend you over the throne?”

“Over the throne,” she nods. “Or you could sit and I could ride your cock.”

Aegon mulls it over, “as much as I’d love you to sink down on me, I have no fear of this chair. You do, so up you go, turn around for me.” He withdraws his fingers, sucking them clean.

To his surprise she kneels, resting her cheek against the seat of the throne, with her arms folded over her head.

“I thought we might stand, my darling.”

“I cannot stand.” She whimpers, “I need your cock.”

“Needy thing.” Aegon kneels behind her, lifting her skirts once more and freeing himself from his sleep clothes. He slides into her with ease, he was made to be there. Leaning forward to place his arms beneath her, allowing her sweet face to rest against his skin rather than the cool metal swords. “I love you endlessly.”

She nods, “I love you.”

“You are worthy of this throne, you are worthy of the crown, and to rule.” Aegon feels her cunt flutter with the beginnings of her peak. “Y/N Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm.”

[mareastrorum]

Hello! I’ve been looking at your blog after Critical Role episodes for a couple of weeks now and I have to agree with you wholeheartedly about pretty much all of it. I wanted to ask you your opinion on the idea that a majority of us are calling Bells Hells the bad guys because all they’re doing is ‘wanting to dismantle the oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people’. I’m having trouble understanding what oppressive force that is?

Thanks for the ask! There's two parts to this, so I'm going to address them separately.

First, there is no "oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people." Like, the only group that came close to that in this campaign was the Weave Mind and the Imperium, which intended to take over Exandria in its entirety and subject the entire population to hivemind slavery--but Bell's Hells did little to oppose them. Vox Machina (backed up by an army) demolished the Imperium's main forces at the Exandrian base of the bloody bridge. The Mighty Nein killed the Weave Mind and then started mopping up their allies that remained on Ruidus. Bell's Hells did nothing to support that rebellion other than assist on a scouting/sabotage mission and then flee.

Otherwise, there is no force aiming to destroy society. Ludinus wanted Predathos out so it could eat the gods, and there was no intent about anything other than that. He did not care one way or the other about collateral damage. Predathos doesn't either, but it wants to eat, and we do not know what level of divinity is too small for it to prioritize. And let's be serious, unless a god flees and lures it away, there's no reason for Predathos not to look at a planet full of life and think, "Hmmm, it might not taste good, but I am so fucking hungry."

A good while ago, when the Hells had initially reached Vasselheim, I saw discussion of whether Vasselheim and other Exandrian forces intended to wipe out all Reilorans and other Ruidus-based species. I think Evoroa's plea and assistance made directly to the leadership of Vasselheim has already prevented that potential result. Of course, the Exandrians are working together as a collective of dozens of factions, and each of those has untold numbers of individuals working for them. It's possible some of them will insist on war anyway, but given the actions of the three campaign parties, I don't see that happening on an organized scale. Regardless, Bell's Hells aren't focusing on that right now, and nothing they could/would do with Predathos would affect that either.

The only other faction that comes close to that idea is the Betrayer Gods, but they don't care about society. They want genocide. They want to murder every single mortal in existence, and then torment their immortal souls for all eternity. I literally cannot overstate the disdain the Betrayers have for mortals. They are Exandrians' ultimate enemy. The Divine Gate is the only thing protecting mortals from the Betrayers, and it requires every god to unanimously agree to drop it. That is phenomenal protection. There's been no serious threat to it since its creation.

In particular, I want to highlight that "the gods" as a category of entity are not a united faction. The gods don't rule anything on Exandria--not even Vasselheim. That's a purely mortal project! Mortals decided to build a city dedicated to the gods, and given that it's filled with their followers, the gods have historically spent particular attention to protecting it. That makes perfect sense, and it doesn't mean the gods are in charge of it.

Obviously, there will be other factions across Exandria that could fit that bill, but Bell's Hells hasn't had to deal with them in this campaign. Like, chaotic evil factions exist, they're just not in this story right now.

Next, whether Bell's Hells are villains, bad guys, etc.

I've written up how I assess villains in my pinned post. That's my general approach to any type of story, whether it's interactive, written, oral, etc. It's a very broad overview of when is a villain an effective narrative device? I am rather harsh in my criticism of villains: if they didn't improve the story, they should not have been included at all.

We could cherrypick through the various episodes to come up with an argument that Bell's Hells are the bad guys, but my problem with them is that they aren't effective villains. A villain's primary purpose is to highlight a theme in the negative: what is the wrong thing to do in these circumstances, and why is that? The reason they aren't effective is that they don't have a motivating purpose.

Bell's Hells are a chaotic faction that consistently deviates from whatever is requested of them. They claim to be for the people, then denigrate and oppose every faction they've encountered. They claim to have changed their minds about some of the gods (the Matron and the Arch Heart in particular), then repeatedly ignore or contradict the plain statements told to them, but they still seek out the gods' instructions regardless. This carelessness or apathy makes it impossible to map a philosophy onto the PCs other than "I felt like doing it in the moment."

None of them have been able to articulate a reason that they chose this path. Maybe the players will come up with some hamfisted excuse next episode, but it's still going to be unsatisfying from a narrative viewpoint. This stream had hundreds of hours to show that and instead needs someone to say it in the last episode. It's terrible storytelling, and none of them could claim that it was impossible to see this confrontation coming. We've known it was coming since Ludinus successfully bridged Exandria and Ruidus. There was time, and it was not spent wisely.

Going beyond dialogue, there's no consistency to Bell's Hells's actions except the desire to kill Ludinus. That muddled any potential message that could be conveyed about them as villains in a story except "kill Ludinus in particular." We can't even say they oppose any existing hegemony because none has been established in Exandria. There's no racial, economic, social, religious, etc. group dominating the world. Again, as said above, the gods don't rule anything, and they're stuck behind the gate.

Any potential to build Bell's Hells into worthwhile villains was squandered. Everyone but Orym had an explicit, tailor-made opportunity to lean into their darker personality traits, and every one of them chickened out--except Ashton, who gave into his desire to be special and have power to lash out at people standing over him. Unfortunately, Ashton's attempt to absorb another shard of a primordial would have also broken the game on a D&D level, so that got reversed and reworked into a character moment that also had no lasting impact on his character arc. Ashton hasn't bothered exploring it since. That's really the core problem: every time the PCs had the option to pursue a villainous path, they ran the fuck in the opposite direction, then dithered about what to do.

Without conviction, villains are merely bullies. They're just here to be mean, stop other people from getting what they want, and jeer at others when they get their way. We saw that in this latest episode. There's nothing Bell's Hells wants. They don't even want to be involved. They're just doing it because they can't even commit to going home--because they're player characters in a D&D game, and the players didn't want to switch to new characters.

That makes for a terrible villain story. Like, once we see the final episode and all the PCs have had an opportunity to take action and speak on their own behalf, we'd be able to revisit this with more definitive statements. Unfortunately, I can't think of a single way this could go that would correct the flaws I've already listed. It's far too late to correct the characters' lack of direction to develop a coherent villain arc for any of Bell's Hells.

[darthannie]

thesis statement

(part ii) (part iii)

Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader Summary: You accidentally bump into your Professor, Jim, at a sex shop. Word count: 3.3k Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is ~25, Jim is ~45), alcohol consumption (a few sips of wine), kissing, praise, soft dom! Jim kinda, fingering, p in v, Jim takes his time, a smidge of cockwarming, idk what else to put here! a/n: There will probably be a part two where they explore their little arrangement a bit more. Maybe it'll turn into something longer. I love Jim sm. I also want him to FUCK you know. We’ll get there, but I was feeling a lil soft. Also hmmm i wonder why Jim was at the sex shop in the first place.

It was around 5 pm on a Sunday and you were really in need of something new. Very in need. Your old toy just wasn’t cutting it anymore. To remedy this it was time for a trip to Deluxxx, your neighborhood sex shop. Your friend, Nadia, knew someone who worked there and you’d go there for all your wants and needs. You strolled in and gave a wave to the person behind the counter. 

“Hey, David! How’s the shop been treating ya?”

They looked around at the empty shop, “Hey! It’s slow but I can’t complain. What are you in for?” 

You sighed, “You remember that last toy I bought?“ 

”No way, does it suck?! It was so expensive.” 

“No, no it’s great! Gets the job done, waterproof, 10 settings-“ 

“So what’s the problem”, they asked.

You gestured in front of yourself with both hands, “It’s just… a little too small?"

They laughed and threw their head back. “Of course. Well lucky for you we got something new in recently that you might like. It’s in the back aisle, bottom shelf.” 

You thanked them and made your way to the back. You crouched down to find the one David was telling you about. It was definitely bigger than the one you had. And thicker. It didn’t have any extra frills but that wasn’t what you were looking for. You snapped a picture and sent it to Nadia with “new bf” as the caption. You let out a little laugh that was more like an exhale as you got up. Nadia has been nagging you about needing a boyfriend and you said you were just going to buy a new one. You were still looking at your phone as you turned to exit the aisle and bumped into someone. The apology on your lips died as you recognized the person in front of you as Jim, your professor and thesis advisor. 

His jaw went slack for a moment and his eyes widened as he recognized you. You were the last person he’d expect to see there but it wasn’t an unwelcome sight. He enjoyed teaching you, not knowing whether it was your interest in the subject or the fact he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He broke eye contact for a moment, scanned your body, took note of the item in your hand, and then met your eyes again. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings and before anyone could say anything he cleared his throat, said “Excuse me” and walked past you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive and it was becoming clear why you did not have a boyfriend. You wanted him. This wasn’t a new revelation by any means. Nadia was in the same class as you, and she bugged you about it almost daily. You hadn’t expected him to find you in such a vulnerable position. You collected yourself and walked swiftly to the counter and paid. Jim was long gone. You said your goodbyes to David and you texted Nadia to let her know what happened.

She called you almost immediately and opened by saying, “So you know you gotta fuck him now. Like you have to. You don’t have an option. You MUST”. You laughed. There was absolutely no way Jim wanted you. You let her know as much and she disagreed. 

“There’s no way he doesn’t want you. Come on. All the silent stares in class. Asking you to stay after. Constant emailing about things that have nothing to do with class. I mean who just emails their student a TED talk because they thought of them? All signs point to him wanting you. AND what about that one day where you teased him about not having a ring on his finger, and he just said I’m working on it? You know there was this smile he gave you afterward that I don’t think you caught. You were too busy hiding the blush on your face”

“I know I know.” You relented, “I don’t know, it just seems so far-fetched!” 

You knew that was the logical response but something was telling you Nadia was right. He had to have known that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. That you wanted him to take you right there on the table after class. You had caught him staring during class. Maybe she had a point. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really did want you too. 

Later on in the day, you got into the shower. Scalding hot water hit your back. You couldn’t help but recount the events from earlier. He had lingered, looked at the item in your hand, and raised an eyebrow. You would’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t already feel so familiar. 

Soft music played as you lathered a silky body wash along your body. Your mind started to wander, thinking about what it would be like if it were his hands instead of yours. You rinsed off the soap, running your hands over your arms and breasts all while imagining they were his. You turned off the water, dried off, and headed towards the bag you placed on your small table.

You unpackaged your new toy and went back to the bathroom to clean it. Getting back to bed, you lied down and opened up an incognito tab on your phone. You looked for some porn to watch. Once you found an adequate video, you relaxed and continued to watch. The man in the video touched the woman’s body in all the right places. He laid her down and kissed up her thighs before starting to eat her out. This was enough for you to start teasing yourself with the toy, feeling the weight of it on your clit. Suddenly the video was unnecessary. All you could think about was Jim.

You positioned it just right and started to insert it. You gasped as you felt how it stretched you out. This was what you needed. You paused the video, throwing your phone on the side to focus on the task at hand. You put the rest of it inside you and let yourself adjust to the size. You began to move the toy as you thought of him. You wondered if he felt this good. He had to feel better than this. You got off that night thinking about him and only him. When you finally came down from your high you grabbed some water, cleaned your toy, and got straight to bed. 

You didn’t want what happened to impact your experience in class so you decided to just go on like nothing happened. 

You headed to the bathroom and began going through the movements of the morning. Before you knew it you were by the building where class was held. A bit further down the sidewalk was Jim walking from the opposite direction. The both of you got to the door at the same time. He didn’t say a thing. He just gave you a polite, awkward smile as he opened the door for you. You returned the smile and walked in. Side by side you walked to the classroom. This time you opened the door for him. You watched as he entered and mentally prepared yourself to take a class. It was just the two of you in the room. You sat at the round table with your laptop in front of you trying your best to seem busy.

He broke the silence, “Did you have a nice weekend?”

You summoned a response, “Yes, actually, I was able to spend some time with myself.”

He quipped back, “Oh, I’m sure you were.” 

Your eyes widened trying to process what he said. He let out a light chuckle as another student arrived. The class was full within the next five minutes. Nadia walked in and looked between you and him. She smirked at you. The air was buzzing for the next two hours. You could cut the tension between you two if you tried hard enough. You asked and answered questions like usual. Each time you spoke he paid extra attention to you. When class ended you began gathering your things slowly, hoping you were the last in the class. Nadia leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Just don’t do it by my seat.” You gave her a light slap on the arm and she laughed. Then, it was just you and him. He approached you and spoke softly. 

“Listen, I apologize if I overstepped a boundary with the joke I made earlier. I thought it would help ease the tension if, I don’t know-“ 

“It’s alright, Professor. We’re both mature adults who can bump into each other at a sex shop and move on with our lives.” You got up ready to leave but he spoke.

“Since when am I Professor?”, he asked. 

You looked at him confused. He clarified, “Since when do you call me Professor? You never call me Professor.”

You cleared your throat, “Well I just thought we should reestablish a professional boundary since the- you know. Keep the personal and the professional separate.”

He looked at you, pensive for a moment. He moved a bit closer to you. “Well, what if we don’t keep it separate?” 

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” He lowered his voice a bit and moved closer. He ran his hand down your arm.  His mouth was now near your ear. There was no chance someone else was going to hear him, but he whispered anyway. “I think you should come over tonight. If you want to.” 

“Yeah, I want to.” You mentally cursed yourself for caving in so quickly.  

“How’s seven?, he asked.

“Seven’s good.” Your head was spinning. This was happening.

“I’ll also need your number so I can send you the address.” He handed you his phone with a new contact page open. You entered it in, gave him a shy smile, and turned to leave.

He grabbed your wrist before you were able to move away from him. “By the way, leave your new purchase at home. You’re not going to need it.” 

Summoning some courage, you leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t close the gap all the way. “Let’s save it for tonight.”, he said as he pulled away. He gathered his things without looking at you and left. 

When you returned home you threw your stuff down and immediately called Nadia. “I KNEW IT!" she yelled. “I KNEW that’s why you hung back. God, it was so tense between you two.”

“You could tell?” You didn’t think it was that obvious until she chuckled and said that everyone could tell. The rest of the conversation consisted of Nadia giving you a pep talk and making her promise you’d tell her everything.  

As time passed you got more nervous. Around six you received a text from him telling you to wear something comfortable, along with his address. You sent a very quick response and, per his request, put on something comfortable. It would end up on the floor anyway. He didn’t live very far from you, which was lucky. You wondered if this would be a one-time thing. What would class be like now? I graduate soon anyway, you thought. If this all went south you could just forget it happened. You got to his apartment a couple of minutes before 7 and he let you up. When you got to the door you knocked twice and waited.

You’d never seen him so casual and… nervous. “Please, come in! You can put your things wherever you’d like,” he said. 

You looked around at his apartment. You could tell a professor lived there. Bookshelves lined the walls. On the dining table, there was a bottle of wine with two glasses. You put down your bag near the door. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. He noticed your apprehension. 

“Do you like wine? I got a nice Malbec after class today. Thought we could crack open a bottle.” 

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah.”, you confirmed.

“Me too. But, uh, there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me.”

He smiled and the tension in your body slipped away. It was replaced by a sense of calm. Jim was letting you into his home, and into his life. You sat down at the table and he removed the cord from the bottle. You watched his hands work, feeling eager to get them on you. But that had to wait, he was about to take his time. He poured you and himself a glass. You sat across from him and took a sip, hoping its effects would be immediate. 

“I’m glad you came. You know, I thought you’d think I was too old for you.” And he might’ve been. Twenty years was a healthy gap but it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t indulge in. Hell, if you could, you’d date him. 

“Not at all.” You replied. “I can’t lie, I’ve been thinking about it all year.”

“About what?”, he pushed.

“About… seeing you.”

“You can say it.” He noticed your blush. 

“I want to hear you say it.”, he egged you on.

You sighed, trying to muster up the words. “I’ve been thinking about… being with you all year.”

“And doing what?”, he took another sip of his wine and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to say it?”

“Yes.”, There was no way you would be able to admit it to him fully.

“You want your professor to fuck you. You want me to take you to my room, undress you, and take care of you better than anyone ever has.”

Your face was red. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” You drank from your glass. 

“Come here.”, he spoke softly and you got up. “Straddle me, love.” 

You sat on his lap and he looked up at you, grinning ear to ear. He brought his hand up to your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. It was brief. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. Then he kissed you again. And, again. Then, he started kissing your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as you felt him getting hard underneath you. He kissed and nipped at your skin. His hands reached the hem of your shirt and he pulled it off before you could register it happening. Once it did, you helped him out of his. 

He tapped your ass a couple times, silently saying get up. He walked you backward and pushed you up against a nearby wall. He started removing a bra strap, but you stopped him.

“Well don’t get shy on me now.”, he chuckled. “Come.” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. He led you down the hall to his bedroom and you sat down on the bed. You took your cues from him. As he started to lean over, you began to lay down. His hand was unhooking your bra with one hand. He was finicking with it and after a few moments, it was off. The cool air hitting your nipples caused them to rise. Jim kissed you again, then kissed down your neck, and finally put his hands on you. He licked, sucked, and grabbed your breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful. Even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. Baby, I need to taste you.” 

You wanted to protest but your pants were already coming off. Your panties followed. He groaned, “Fuck, baby, all this for me?

Before you could respond he kissed the inside of your thigh, then down, down, down until he reached your pussy. You were so wet for him already. He used his fingers first, wanting to feel you first. 

“You always get this wet for your Professor?”

“Yes.”, you responded breathlessly. His fingers were moving in and out of you. Slowly at first and then faster. He hit that perfect spot each time. Then he added his mouth. This time he didn’t go slow. He was licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned out his name and he smiled. He ate you out like his life depended on it. No one had ever done this to you. No one had ever paid this much attention to your body. You were a whimpering mess. His hand found its way back to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He then squeezed, hard, which made you moan loudly. 

“Please Jim, I’m gonna cum.”, you plead. 

 He got you close to the edge and then pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of him. “Please, keep going.”

“No, if you’re gonna cum, I’m gonna be inside of you.” He took off the rest of his clothing. You moaned at the sight of him. He was right. You would never need the toy again. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. He knew this and instead decided to tease you with his cock. He dragged it along you and tapped your clit the same way you did with your toy at home. Only this was a hundred times better.  

He nipped at your ear and whispered. “You really want it, huh?”

“Yes,” you begged “It’s all I want.” 

He grinned and entered you slowly and without warning. Your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t even make a sound, you were too busy with the feeling of him filling you up entirely. He let out a sigh and grabbed your chin.

“Look at me. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.” You did as he said. He started to pick up the pace. He was making this intimate. He caressed your face and made almost as much noise as you did. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, following directions. Ready for another one?” You nodded. 

“Get on top. Sit down on my cock.” You started moving before he even finished his sentence. There was no room for shyness anymore. He sat up against the headboard as you sunk down on him; the new angle was doing wonders for the both of you. He thrusted up, wanting to feel more of you. He held you close to him as you began to ride him. 

“You sure know how to treat a girl, Professor.”, you said breathlessly.

He chuckled and kissed you. “You sure know how to treat your Professor. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl.”

His hand found its way back to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles. He wanted to make sure you came first.

And you did.

It came in waves. You felt it build up and told him you were close. Then, you fell apart. You pulled him close and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came. 

“That’s it, baby. So, so good for me. God, such a pretty little thing.“ He took control, holding you up and thrusting into you. The sensation was almost too much to bear. 

“Where do you want it.”, he asked.

“Inside. Please. I’m on the-“

“Are you sure, love?” You could tell he couldn’t wait any longer. 

You begged, “Yes. Yes, I am, just please cum inside me.”

And he did.

He filled you to the brim. You felt him twitch inside of you as his hips stuttered. He held onto you so tightly you were sure it would leave marks. You were both breathing hard. He stayed inside of you and held you against him. He put his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. 

He kissed you again, this time not wanting to pull away. But, you did. You pulled yourself off of him and laid down as the realization of what you did started sinking in. He lied down next to you and stared at the ceiling.

Silence. And after a few moments, you turned your head and spoke.

“So, is this it?” It came out more timid than you would have liked it to. 

He gave you a look you couldn’t quite place and after a moment he said, “Oh, love, you’re mine now.”

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

[pilotingdreammsss]

Hello again!

You don't have to do this request immediately if you're busy but I have a new request.

Basically, I'm wanting more Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao Cookie and Regressor reader. Your last one was basically perfect!

This time, I'm thinking about Y/n making a different path in the timeline.

Basically, they point out Dark Choco Cookie's cursed sword while regressed and ends up somehow helping Dark Cacao Cookie realize that his original child isn't in control of his own actions. This could then lead to Dark Cacao Cookie then trying to break the curse and get his son back. Eventually, the curse gets broken but it leaves his son using regression to help cope with what he experienced under Dark Enchantress Cookie's control.

To try and put it more simply if that was too complicated, basically Reader is in a regressed state and points out the cursed sword. Curse gets broken and Dark Choco Cookie becomes a regressor for his father to care for as well as becoming the brother of Reader.

Or you could just do whatever you want with Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao cookie. I don't mind if you do decide to do that!

If this too complicated, you don't have to do it. Hope you have a nice day/night!

-❄💗🖋

Welcome back, ❄️💗🖋 anon! A frequent visitor to my writing shop, I see... Or am I a frequent writer, hmmm...

I will follow your prompt to the best of my abilities! Nothing too complex here, don't worry! (｢• ω •)｢ (⌒ω⌒`)

Winter pains ೃ⁀➷

Warnings: Age regression, Yandere behavior (mild), general family angst. Discretion is advised.

"Red mist.. sword... Dark Choco Cookie...."

Thus, that was your full capability to describe what you had seen. Something Dark Cacao Cookie could only knit his brows together at - try as he might, he could not decipher what you were saying. He'd toiled with the question since your meeting with Dark Choco Cookie. Where he'd had to pry you away from his cape out of fear his... unpredictability would cause him to lash out against you. Why you'd been so insistent to cling to him was lost on Dark Cacao Cookie. He's narrowed his eyes, grabbed at you and hoisted you up into his arms.

When he'd dropped you off into your room, to confront his son, he'd noticed a certain melancholy in his eye. A deep regret, a grip on the sword that was too loose to indicate he wanted to fight. Dark Cacao Cookie could only hesitate. The sword slips out of his son's hand, both of them flinch as the sword clatters onto the floor, crystal shattering upon impact. The shards flicker, though it's a dying light, a distress signal.

"My...son..."

No-one says anything.

*ೃ༄ Thus, starts the pull - Dark Choco Cookie notices how fatherly his father had become. He didn't quite remember him acting like this when he was a child. Had he truly changed? Gentle hands holding you, hushed voices, none of the scolding he'd received when he was a child. How curious - you had healed through regression, and Dark Cacao Cookie had healed through yours. Just seeing you slip into little space made Dark Choco Cookie feel small, too. He doesn't push the feeling away this time, he's safe now, he can embrace it too.

*ೃ༄ You start to push him to regress too - at first together, he's much too awkward to be in the presence of his father. You pull out that side of him - the two of you play-fight without the obligation to become warriors, make snowmen with reckless abandon, colour and indulge without the fear of growing up. You begin to consider him a brother to you. You're his little sibling, too.

*ೃ༄ He still feels that pang when you run to his father, when he calls you 'little one' and you exclaim 'Papa!' at him. You push him further, to approach your collective caregiver, when Dark Cacao Cookie drapes his arms around his son, grip stable, but never too tight... Dark Choco Cookie feels an emanating warmth, something he'd last felt in his childhood.

*ೃ༄ Now that you two came as a package bundle, both of you were under his protection! No bigots, weirdos or meanies would leave unscathed! Once again, he never once allows you two to see the carnage, keep playing, Dad just needs to take care of that meanie that shouted at you in the street. Neither of you will ever see them again, ever!

*ೃ༄ Dark Choco Cookie is usually the one approaching your caregiver to layout your shared intentions - whether it's a request for a certain food, or a certain toy or game. He's your self appointed big brother, he does what he must do to aid his little sibling (even if you're older than him.)

*ೃ༄Speaking of food, shared jelly or jelly paste, jellybean jam eaten from the jar with messy hands, milk pudding... Dark Cacao Cookie wants you to grow big and strong, only the best for his children! You're served on patterned plates and with the best cutlery in the castle. Even then, the two of you still sneak shovelling some of the clean snow outside into your mouth, even when your father explicitly forbids it. A sneaky little rebellion won't hurt once in a while...

*ೃ༄There's not much to rebel against anyway.

A/N: Sorry this took a while! It took a few rewrites, hehe. It may be a bit on the shorter side cause ya boy ran outta ideas, hehe.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Hi, can you do Yandere Flyte x Toon fem reader headcannons

Yandere Flyte With A Fem! Reader!

Another yandere, hmmm!! Flyte.. he was a bit challenging to imagine but I tried!! I didn't have much to go off from, here you go, dear!! Thank you for requesting! <3

Took a bit of break.. let's see if my writing skills are still there!

-Anna

-Flyte likes to observe a lot and that also means you as well and anything you do. It was actually scary how good he was at it, he never made it obvious and his expression was calm, a bit too calm even. For everyone, he was this laid back and friendly butterfly, always making sure everyone is alright and staying out of trouble though he seemed to tell it more to you. You didn't think it was exactly weird, no, you were the closest toon to him, after all. Though Flyte seemed to stick around you a lot too, watching, making sure everything was okay.

-Something about you.. he really thought you were a beautiful girl, something precious, something to keep safe. Flyte loved to be around you, wanting you to keep asking for his help. He was always the helpful toon, a reliable close friend you could always come to ask for anything. He even made sure you remember it often, he never wanted that thought to leave your mind. You don't have to ask the others, only him, okay? That means you trust him, right? He's the one for you, isn't that right? He will always be by your side, not them, so go to him only, okay?

-He loves to decorate his scrapbook with things about or from you. He keeps it super well hidden too, sitting at nights just decorating it, putting things in there that describe his love for you, his precious girl perfectly. It can be something small that is from your body or clothes or even things you own, like a pencil, hair, fur or something else entirely, he likes to pick up things from you to decorate the scrapbook with. He even uses things that are related to your interests too, he also gets into them just to be closer to you, for you to talk to him about them, he wants to listen, won't you help him out here? He wants to know what gets you so into them.

-He can be a little bit clumsy in stealing small stuff you probably don't need but he never goes for the bigger things that you will definitely notice are missing. He always does it when he is alone with no one else around and if he hears someone coming? Good luck to them as Flyte can get very strong gusts going, desperate to keep anyone out and to not see him, he needs to keep his perfect image up, he can NOT mess this up in any way! By the time the poor toon recovers to actually see ahead, Flyte is out of the picture completely, he can be very speedy even though he doesn't use his wings that much to fly.

-He's not.. really gonna kill but he does try his own ways if you get too close to someone, closer to them than him, basically. If he is still the number one toon you go to for hanging out or anything like that, he is happy, too happy. He doesn't mind if you even become good friends with the others, just come clinging to him, you pretty girl! But if you prefer someone else? Honestly the most he'll do is cause them to "accidentally" get hurt, not enough where it's fetal but enough for you to leave them alone so they can recover from their quite rough injuries and grow distant from them. They are still his friends so he doesn't want to get them out of the picture completely but rather teach them a good lesson with his gust when they aren't looking.

-He'll be so happy if you come to him for any of your problems, even the problems he caused himself by getting your friends injured. He loves it when you rely on him to comfort you, it secretly makes him so happy, though he tries not to show it when you cling to him, feeling absolutely awful as you might even cry. He loves to wrap his wings protectively around you as he strokes your back. He really likes it if you hide your face on his fluffy chest, he blushes and feels his heart beating faster. You really trust him, don't you? You must adore him by now to hide your face on his chest like this, isn't that right, his precious darling? He feels himself just getting more addicted to you, his beloved girl.

-Of course, he doesn't just stand by, he likes to make you gifts, lots of them, just so you have him on your mind forever and ever. He already thinks about you like crazy, it's only right for you to do the same for him as well, ain't that right? You two are connected and he can feel it, there is no denying it. You two are just meant to be together. Don't you like the flowers he leaves on your head? Or the gifts you can leave in your room that were made entirely by him? Just so he can show you just how devoted he is to you? Don't be shy now, princess, let him know how his gifts make you feel now, he wants to listen to it, desperately.

-A lot of the time, Flyte loves watching you do things, especially when you sleep. He likes to sneak in and stay there for quite a while. The only things he does is gently stroke your cheek with his wing and make sure to tuck you in nicely, fixing your blanket when it looks messy so you don't get a cold throughout the night. The only kisses he leaves is at the top of your head but they are always so light and soft, like a feather tickling you, same can be said when he strokes your cheek so delicately, like you are made of glass, like you are the most precious girl in the entire Gardenview. He never stays too long, always making sure to sneak back before you wake up and see him.

-If you do happen to wake up though? He gets away and hides, he might actually even use his wings to create a small gust and knock something over so you are distracted by that and not notice him as he so carefully sneaks away from the room in a hurry. He tries to make it so you think that no one broke in your room. Honestly, Flyte is quite smart, even knocking on your door with such hurry for you to rush to him, pretending to be very worried about the noise he heard from your room. He is good at faking a worried expression, the adrenaline from getting away from your room also helping him in this case too, making it more believable. He comforts you and you can feel yourself relying on him once more.

-Overall, Flyte is not really a yandere that goes straight for the kill, he plays it safe and he does it extremely well, always careful in his moves and making sure to try and keep himself in your mind forever and ever. He treasures you so so well and wants you to always rely on him for anything. He can be quite obsessed but he does his job well at making it not obvious, just appearing as someone who is concerned for you and your closest friend. He desperately hopes you fall for him one day, he can wait, he can be patient for his pretty girl to get her courage, just don't look at anyone else with those gorgeous eyes of yours he loves so much.

Thank you for reading! <3

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver. 2

reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

note: trying to find pics where all three of them match in aesthetics is soooo much harder than i thought lmao. future rec lists might not picture all three members :,)

✩ yoon jeonghan ✩

❥ voicemails yoon jeonghan leaves you while he’s on tour - @babyleostuff

i love this concept soooo muchh

ofccc he'd be mopey and missing his s/o :((

voicemail #10?? bro, i just reached my 20s and my knees were cracking bEFORE then...

❥ love languages: yoon jeonghan - @cxffecoupx

words of affirmation??? hannie knows how to comfort so well

rahhh quality time? I LOVE QUALITY TIME!

"small acts of violence" LMAO

✩ hong joshua ✩

❥ seventeen as boyfriends: joshua edition - @fairyhaos

joshua truly radiates this sweet bright youthful love that is filled with fun and silly moments

ahhhh that last part made me tear up :(( its not always the activity that is fun, but the person/people that you are with :(((

❥ BOYFRIEND JOSHUA WHO… - @mangocustard16

pls make sure i drink water....i do not drink enough...

i used to like, not care for people serenading me until suga and joshua appeared in my life u don't have.

this dude is like, one of the ideal boyfriend types haha.

SHUT UP?? THE BUYING FLOWERS ON A TUESDAY BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN U MET STFU *cries into a pillow* THAT'S SO CUTE

✩ lee chan/dino ✩

❥ voicemails lee chan leaves you while he’s on tour - @babyleostuff

SHUT UP VOICEMAIL #5 IS SOOOOOOO CUTE DKFJNB

omg him leaving clothes for his s/o to wear :(((

i did a lil cackle at number 8 <3

oh number 9....baby...monopoly is ALWAYS an intense game

OH the last voicemail....stfu baby ofc i'd do that for you :((( WHY CAN I HEAR HIM SPEAKING SOFTLY HMPH :(( WHY AM I KINDA TEARING UP?

❥ seventeen as boyfriends: chan edition - @fairyhaos

oFC this lil guy is just filled with love and comfort and playfulness :((

hmmm idk chan....gose chan on my phone is pretttttty interesting

....LMAO THE "holding the world in my hands" I WOULD'VE JUST WALKED AWAY

✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩

❥ seventeen with an s/o who loves physical touch - @wheeboo

the lil jeonghan noises of approval would so help my overthinking mind. he just seems like such a fun partner to goof around a bit and feel so so soooo loved

the fucking ◠‿◠ shua smile actually obliterates me (i rewatched the first nana tour ep today and the amount of times he did his lil smile healed me so bad ahh) YES BACK HUGS GRRRR i'm a koala on his back

dino being competitive over affection??? BRO I WILL WINNN THIS >:(( just let me loooooovvveeeee youuuuuuus

❥ you saying another member's name in your sleep - @hannieehaee

sorrrryyyy jeonghannie but chan is cute too :((

NO I CAN IMAGINE THE PUPPY HEAD TILT WITH A QUESTION MARK FORMING ABOUT JOSH'S HEAD. YEET ME OFF A CLIFF SDFJKBV. i'm saying jeonghan's name cuz i like him too baby, sorry :(( yeahhh, take it up with hannie who didn't do anything heh

nAUR CHAN I'M SORRYYYY. mingyu is just my bestie, i like puppies :(( ur still one of my favs darling :((

❥ seventeen with a younger s/o - @wheeboo

forever being babied and teased by hannie yessssssssssssss hehehe *insert that blushing/bashful skunk from bambi gif* he's really a comforting person. when he spoke about being a rock/island for the members, he is SOOO that and i can very much so see him doing that for the people he loves

shuaaa. the idea of an older s/o that can take care of me? fuck yeah. but let me take care of you toooooo. (side note: i do not like when ppl older than me think i can't take care of them cuz i'm younger??? baby, i'm not tHAT much of a baby, hmph)

dinononononono "wow is that how you speak to your elder?" YES IT IS BRO WHADDAYA GOING TO DO IT ABOUT IT GRRRR >:((( but fr, the way he spoke to shua during the grape shirt/sticker going svt ep...i just know he'll use the power over a s/o (jokingly and lovingly ofc)

❥ svt when you call them a new pet name - @lovingseventeen

hannieee is soooooooo pretty boy hehe. pretty is my favourite visual adjective

joshua and reader having a pet name/term of endearment competition??? SIGN ME UP >:)

dino is jeonghan's and my baby~

✩ unit & lines works ✩

❥ comforting you after a bad day (vocal unit) - @gi4hao

how both shua and hannie handled reader's bad day is exactly how i need to be comforted after one :,) cuddles, venting, taking my mind off it with other activities & someone's presence is soooo nice!!

❥ dating seventeen (hyung line ver.) - @wqnwoos

no one escaping jeonghan's teasing ahhhhhhhhh. the leaning against reader?? i love when people initiate physical contact, it is sooo nice. the teasing and whining kjgfkjdb. taking care of and being taken care of?? i don't think i could ever ask jeonghan those s/o questions ppl ask because he'd take it so far and i'd just be like :| with the most concerned look on my face. being adored and having my face squished nyahhgfkdjb

joshieeee. flirting??? with me??? yes ames, this is a dating headcanon/drabble duh. WHEN I SAY I WOULD BE SO GENTLEMAN-LY BACK AT JOSH GRRRR LEMME OPEN UR DOOR FOR UUUU. yes baby, all the cheek kisses in the _world for u. YES LIL SPOON JOSHI AGENDA!!! THANK UUUU

❥ dating seventeen (maknae line ver.) - @wqnwoos

DINOOOOooooOOOOOOooOO :,) like, that's my baby. his enjoyment with being praised and MY enjoyement for giving praise works together beautifully muahhaha

mini message from me: thanks to y'all who have read this far and thank you for the notes on my last fic rec!! i hope your week went well and you were able to enjoy caratland!! did you do something to take care of yourself? ς(.-‿-)

bun song recs: perriot that laughs at us by iu, dimple by bts, doughnut by twice, forg_tful (with kim sawol) by rm, slow dancing by v, ready to love by seventeen & who (acoustic remix) by jimin

taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))

[azurem]

(Warning for lots of yapping)

Would married inkmare have a wedding anniversary that they celebrate ? Or a dating anniversary for non-married!inkmare ?

My hc is that the first couple of years (if they make it that far) ink writes the date in his scarf but forgets about it until the day of/the day before. Nm plans ahead and makes it super romantic and evil. But with time they kinda stop being extra (nm has a hard time with that) and they meet up for a cuddling session with extra kisses.

For gifts, my hc is that that Ink ’’buys’’ a human made gift from an au, stores it in the doodlesphere, forgets that he already got a gift, gets another gift and stashes it. After a couple of months there’s a small pile collecting dust. The day of the date he apologizes to nm that he didn’t get him a gift (he did, he forgor) :( and the next day he pops into the castle and leaves a mysterious pile of gifts. (This happened at least twice). The other sans(es) don’t hesitate to steal two or three things >:). With time he has an easier time remembering and the pile isn’t as impressive.

Nm knows that his partner is going to/might forget about their anniversary, so he plans ahead and makes it really romantic. Like, over the top fancy and classy dark academia royal themed date. He mostly does it for himself because he loves being classy and dramatic and extra. He writes poems and plays music on his record player (that ink gifted him). For gifts, nm gives… actually I’m not sure what he could gift someone that can draw anything into existence ? Idk I can’t think of anything he could give him. Maybe he’d write him something extra extra romantic ?

Last thing is they ignore the 3 kisses per day quota, just for a day !

I have so many other things to add honestly I hate them sm >:(

I think celebrating anniversaries is kinda hard for them because time passes weirdly in the multiverse. I think Nightmare would try to keep track of the date™ (by snooping around in a "twin" of the branch of Outertale where they married and trying to figure out what day it was). Dating anniversary is. Hm. Hard?? I don't think they have a date where they officially started dating, but they def would celebrate the date of their ultimate truce™ instead hmmm

My headcanon aligns very closely with yours I see......! I like the idea that Ink would try to make the effort but legit forget that he already did DKJDKD Nightmare just overall carrying the romance™ is very much in character for my version of him, too...!

I think Ink would prefer acts of service rather than gifts, but he'd appreciate art materials all the same. Underfell merch too/silly. I think it'd be funny if Nightmare tried to compose him a little tune every time. He gets pretty smug whenever he hears ink humming it to himself hmmmm

Yea, yea. I think they invent the concept of negative kisses just for the special occasions™. Or maybe they keep track of days where they haven't seen each other and "recover" the kisses that couldn't be given???? Evil stuff id say

[lovelyjj]

Heyy❤️ I love your stories so much! And I came to request something which might be weird and disgusting but hear me out….🤭

JJ and kook reader have been dating for some time and both are crazy in love although she’s kook she’s Pogue at heart and has understood JJ since day one and both create TikToks and have sleepovers and…she even transferred from kook academy to jj, pope and Kiara’s school to be close to him and the pogues and she happens to sit next to JJ and all 4 of them sit on the same desk group and both reader and JJseem horny so he secretly fingers her in class🫣

Dirty

jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: fingering in public (I think that’s it)

wc: 1.3k

a/n: go easy on me, this is like my third smut i’ve ever written

JJ and you were inseparable. You were always together. It was rare to see one of you without the other. You were also stupidly in love and anyone could see it.

You were in the living room of the château scrolling on your phone. You were on TikTok and you came across a trend. The trend was to ask your partner to kiss you like they would on your wedding day.

You immediately wanted to try that with JJ. You secretly set up your phone camera and pressed record. Then you called for him to come over to where you were.

JJ eventually came into the living room. He eyed the camera suspiciously but didn’t say anything.

“What’s up babe?” JJ questioned.

“I want you to kiss me like you would on our wedding day.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah i’m being serious.” You let out a frustrated huff.

“Baby you think about our wedding?”

“of course I do, don’t you?” you responded.

“I mean yeah but I didn’t think-“

“Just shut up and kiss me maybank.”

“Right well i want to do this right,” JJ stated.

JJ went up to you and grabbed your face. He cradled your face in his hands gently. JJ was grinning into the kiss. JJ kissed the life out of you. He kissed you with so much passion it made you dizzy.

JJs blood was rushing through his veins. The kiss was heated and frantic. Your stomach felt tingly. You were giddy kissing him. Your lips were crushing together. Your hands snaked up into JJ’s hair.

JJ rested his forehead against yours once you stopped kissing. “You know I love you right?”

“Yeah I know, but I love you more,” you stated.

“Not possible.” JJ gave you one last little peck.

Then you went to your phone and hit stop on the recording.

Later in the day when you and JJ were cuddled up on the couch you posted your TikTok. After a while you checked to see how it did. You got a ton of likes and a few comments. One was from Sarah that said, “you guys are too cute!”

You and JJ were spending the night at the château in JJ’s designated room. You were cuddled up together enjoying each other’s company.

“So marriage huh?” JJ put out.

“I can’t wait to have a future with you in it.”

“Me ether.”

“Do you want a big wedding or a small wedding?” JJ questioned.

“Maybe a small wedding on the beach,” you answered.

“The beach sounds nice,” JJ commented.

“Yeah and maybe for flowers there could be blue hydrangeas or purple dahlias.”

“You can have any flowers you want baby,” JJ replied.

“How about a cake?” JJ continued.

“Hmmm maybe chocolate no red velvet no no chocolate for sure.”

JJ chuckled. You lifted your head off of JJ’s chest and turned your head to see him laugh. You loved how his face lit up and his eyes crinkled.

“We have plenty of time to plan the wedding but I have to propose first.”

“Yeah no pressure,” you laughed.

“You know when were married we can have sleepovers every night,” you smiled.

“Of course we will,” JJ exclaimed.

“I love you JJ.”

“I love you more angel,” JJ said as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Get some rest.”

You cuddled more into JJ and let sleep overtake you.

————-

A week later you had some exciting news, and you couldn’t wait to tell your boyfriend JJ.

You were running into the château when you were met with a hard chest.

“Woah there girly,” JJ warned.

You were jumping up and down with excitement. “I have some news.”

“Well spit it out,” JJ ordered.

“Ok ok are you ready for this? I’m transferring from the kook academy to your school, can you believe it?”

“Wait are you for real?” JJ questioned.

“Yes! I hope your not sick of me because I’m gonna be at school with you all day long,” you grinned as you continued to bounce up and down.

“I could never be sick of you! I’m so happy.”

“When do you start?” JJ asked.

“Monday,” you answered.

————-

School came around quickly and you were excited to have JJ with you at school.

It was Monday and you went to the office to get your schedule.

JJ quickly took your schedule and compared it to his.

“I can’t believe it we have four classes together.” JJ announced.

“Really? Yay,” you squealed.

The school day was everything you wanted and more. You really loved being in the same school as JJ.

You were both in your fourth period and were surprised when you got seated at a table with your friends.

You were in Mr. Sunn’s history class. JJ was seated next to you and Pope and Kiara were in front of you their tables pressed together and your table on the side of theirs making a table group.

Mr. Sunn was rambling on and on and you were not paying attention at all. Your cheek was pressed against your hand and you were looking at JJ. He was gorgeous.

You began looking at his hands adorned in rings. Your mind started to go somewhere else. You thought about his hands wrapping around your throat. Then you thought about his fingers inside you and you were already flushing.

JJ started to look over at you and he was confused to see you all flustered. He looked down and saw your legs squeezing together and then he figured out you were feeling needy.

JJ looked at your chest and saw your cleavage peaking out from your shirt and all the blood rushed to his dick. JJ was feeling horny all of a sudden.

JJ moved his hand to your upper thigh and looked into your eyes.

“Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?” he whispered.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed.

JJ reached under your shorts and moved you panties aside. He traced a finger through your folds and you bit your lip to suppress your moan at the sensation.

“God you’re dripping. Dirty girl,” JJ smirked.

JJ placed a kiss on your shoulder and then proceeded to slide his finger into your hole. Your legs clamped together around his hand when his digit entered you.

JJ was enjoying himself watching you squirm.

JJ started to add another finger when you let out a little yelp.

Pope and Kiara turned towards you and gave you a confused look. They of course were oblivious to what was happening under the table.

JJ moved his thumb to circle your clit. You jerked forward at the contact, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood. Your hands were gripping the table so hard your knuckles were turning white.

JJ thrusted his fingers in and out setting a fast pace. JJ curled his fingers inside you making your eyes roll back as he reached your g spot.

“Gonna cum for me princess?” JJ whispered huskily.

“Yes J,” you breathed.

Your body felt like it ignited with fire. You were hot and your stomach was tingly. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and you knew you were about to coat JJ’s hand in your release.

“Oh god,” you mouthed. You clamped down on his fingers and your orgasm jolted through you. JJ’s thumb was pushing on your clit and his fingers worked in and out of you as you came.

JJ took his fingers and popped them in his mouth. You were embarrassed and covered your face as JJ licked up your juices.

When the class was over you were practically jumping out of your seat. You were antsy and wanted to get out.

JJ caught up to you as you fast walked out of class.

“When we get home, I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk,” JJ spoke in your ear. You couldn’t wait for the school day to be over.

[mayullla]

A little present event: fem reader 🦋 + yandere Al Haitham 🌺 🥺

Title: Learning to love

Character(s): Al Haitham (Genshin Impact) Summary: He offered a proposal, a trial of sorts to see if you and him were really a match. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, soulmates au, toxic relationship, manipulation

The continuation to: The Akasha's choosing [ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You bit your lip when you saw Al Haitham waiting for you outside your small humble home again seated on one of the outdoor stools. "You are awake. I thought you would sleep a little more considering how tired you were last night from getting lost in the forest."

"Thank... thank you for finding me back then..." You looked down, it was because of him that you were able to find your way back home. But it was him that you were running away from that you winded up there. You know it was much, if anyone knew that someone was trying to avoid them this much to the point they would become lost... it would hurt the person. Yet you could not help yourself.

These feelings inside yourself felt like they were twisting your stomach yet you just can't push it down.

"Hmmm. Well, you don't have to worry about that though you should really consider other ways to avoid me."

You flinched at his words, feeling your heart rate speed up as you looked away guilty.

"I notice a long time ago that you were avoiding me, heading out so early in the morning when you usually stay in bed a little more in the past." Al Haitham looked at you from his book, waiting to see if you have something to say before continuing "I am guessing you are not really fond of this idea of soulmates. That you are acting like this? Personally, I think I would be much better if you were to say outright say that you hate me rather than run away constantly like this."

"I-I don't!"

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I really don't... I just don't think that uhh... you and me are meant for each other." You sighed finally admitting to why you have been acting like this for a long time. "That there might be a mistake in the Akasha... I just don't think we are compatible. I am sorry... I should have told you that sooner."

You glanced at Al Haithams face wondering how he would react before looking down again in guilt. You didn't know how to bring the subject up and had avoided it for the longest time. In all honestly you were intimidated by him.

"So you are saying that the Akasha had made a mistake?" Al Haitham asked closing his book. "Are you sure? I don't think most people if any would take too kindly to what you said especially the sages." You flinched again suddenly realizing what you were implying. That the akasha that was created by the past dendro archon, which was used by everyone in Sumeru had made a mistake. You wanted to take your words back, your face flustered as you tried to think of a way to recover from the situation.

Al Haitham watching you sighed, leaning back a little as he stared right at you. "I understand having doubts. Even I wanted to see for myself whether this was just some delusion someone in the academia made yet was accepted by those sages. Those who only rely on the akasha when it is also controlled by mere men are nothing but fools who can't think for themselves."

You found his words harsh but stayed silent.

"Hmmm, how about this. We shall do a little test between us to see if we are compatible or not." You looked at Al Haitham in surprise. What did he mean by that?

Al Haitham shook his head a little a small sigh escaped his lips, raising a hand a little as he started to explain. "While I too am not particularly fond of the idea myself, how about seeing for ourselves whether we are actually compatible or not and stop playing this cat-and-mouse chase that would only lead to nowhere."

"We can do a series of tests for an extended period of time. If we don't think we are compatible we can go our separate ways and forget all this happen. But if we do, we can continue on and see where this takes us."

Your eyes looked at him in surprise, but the more you thought about it the more it made... sense. You could see for yourself if the two of you were actually compatible with each other.

Agreeing to his proposal you could not help but feel a little determined but you could not help but wonder, "But what should we do first?" Much to your embarrassment you never really dated before too focused to take care of yourself and putting food on the table.

"Hmmm just do things that couples do. We could start by *not* avoiding each other and work away from there." You flinched a little at this personal attack, unable to look at him in the eyes again.

But you did see a small smile on his lips.

The two of you started slow, Al Haitham being patient with you as you tried to be less awkward with him on your side. You guys started first by going to the forest when you needed to go there to collect herbs, mushrooms, and berries. With him mainly there to protect you from monsters or eremites and treasure hoarders. Most of the time he was reading a book a little farther than you as you go about collecting.

He tried to offer help to you a bit, but still too awkward you declined telling him that he should instead rest while you do your work. Instead, you had to promise him that you would tell him if you need his help getting something that was too far of reach or dangerous.

A lot of your lunches were spent with him. You now purposefully pack up meals meant for two people rather than one. As you seat in the grass or under a tree or maybe at home when you worked on the small farm you had you would share your meals with Al Haitham. He would eat without saying much, but you did notice he would look a little annoyed when you brought soup and later made sure not to bring them too often. (Al Haitham also offered to pack or buy lunches every so often to be fair, and when you first time you tried his cooking you could not help but be surprised. It was good!)

You didn't go out in public much with him since both of you did not want the attention of others. And when you did most of the academia students would stare in shock unable to understand that the famed scribe had a partner while others cooed at how cute of a couple you guys were.

An old granny had called the two of you cute when you were out picking groceries with Al Haitham right beside you examining the vegetables as he too needed to stock some food in his own home. You were flustered at her words, wanting to deny that you were a couple but with a glance that Al Haitham gave you, no words came out of your mouth as you tried to smile.

You thanked the grandmother for her words.

Next were small touches and kisses, your face was never this hot till when Al Haitham told you to kiss him. You were embarrassed when he started grabbing your hand or placing a hand on your shoulder but you stifled all your complaints as you told yourself this was a trial and that it was fine. But you still could not help yourself but become nervous as you stare at his face after what he said.

Al Haitham was always patient with you, and if you didn't want to do this you were sure that he would be fine with it. But seeing that he was trying, you would feel guilty if you were to say no now.

You looked at Al Haitham's face an eyebrow raised waiting before he asked if you do not want to do it. You shook your head telling him it was fine. He always reminded you that both sides needed to put in the effort, and you knew he did. So you must... it was just a small kiss really.

He waited for you, made no movements to take the lead in the kiss, and left you to do it as you took small hesitant steps toward him shyly. With Al Haitham sitting down you were forced to lean towards him as you close your eyes unable to stare to look into his face in such a close distance. You didn't see his reaction back then as you quickly kissed and then turned your back from him unable to look at him.

What was a small peck on the lips soon spiraled from there. Moving too fast you thought to yourself, as if whatever wall that you thought was there between you and him was never there from the start. But you thought that it was fine, that this was just a test to see if you were compatible. As you forced yourself to get used to the thankfully rare kisses that Al Haitham would make. But more often than not you were forced to sit on his lap or he would lie on yours as you both either nap, read a book, or finish an essay for his case.

There were some days he would stay at your place, stating that he was too "lazy" to go back home when he was tired and told you to think of this like another test. He didn't like it when you offered to sleep on the sofa scooping you and tossing you on the bed with a hand on your waist to prevent you from leaving the bed stating that this would be the most comfortable way to sleep at a single person bed, pulling you closer to him. You felt it was too intimate but didn't voice your thoughts when you heard his small snores already fallen deep asleep.

Whatever you tried to make space between you and him on the bed whenever he decided that he would stay for the night would quickly be gone as you would find him always holding you tight in his arms the moment you wake up almost like a stuffed toy that a kid liked.

You kept repeating to yourself that this was a trial if you were compatible and if things just did not work out that everything would just work out as you two separate unknown to you that Al Haitham was still awake looking down at your hair, his arms tightening around you.

To him, this was never a trial, but you were just too precious after all as he let you think as you please. He knew that you were never comfortable with his affections. But he knew you would get used to it. He would not let you go even if you didn't. You would get used to his touch, the idea of him by your side, he would make you get used to him and let him mold you to love him just as much that anxiety would drive you insane when he is not around.

He would never let you go.

[heyyallitsbeth]

Kirito's Quest Reward

In Alfheim Online, a small party of friends were taking on a boss monster. The giant salamander itself wasn’t particularly threatening, even with it’s attacks leaving multiple debuff effects, but the party enjoyed taking on large bosses together, and definitely enjoyed the payouts from selling the rare Fang Daggers these beasts drop.

“Remember, the one to finish it gets whatever it drops!” teased Leafa, who had been dealing most of the heavy hits this rotation. She knew they always shared rewards anyway, unless there was only one unique item per quest. However noticing her health had decreased due to the monster’s poison, she was prepping to take defensive. “Now switch!”

In a swift movement the girl and her attacking duo Klein had fallen back to the defensive and support lines, and two new attackers came in, the romantic crossed sword duo of Kirito and Asuna. Between them 3 swords cut deep and heavily into the salamander’s HP. Flurries of shortsword stabs and rapier pierces were landed before the rest of the team had assumed their new positions. Leafa began supporting her teammates with spell buffs alongside the cait sith monster tamer Silica, and Klein took a defensive stance beside the mace wielding blacksmith Lisbeth, preparing to run in to assist the mainline attackers. As the HP of the beast faded lower and lower, a rain of arrows shot down from above as the cait sith archer Sinon unleashed battalions worth of arrows. Not to be outdone, the blackswordsman Kirito rushed in unleashing a devastating combo to the creature, taking it’s final health points down to zero.

“Hmmph, all that effort in the last moments and you still go and killsteal.” Sinon sighed and huffed jokingly.

“Heh relax Sinon, we’re all sharin’ in the rewards nomatter what” Kirito replied, smirking.

As the monster turned to glittery dust a gift box fell from it’s place and landed square on the battlefield.

“Ah crap.” Lisbeth complained “That special drop events still goin’ on. All that work and we still might get a freakin’ steel dagger out of it.”

“Shoot! And I just barely made enough yuld off of it to buy back the potions we used.” Klein huffed.

“Hey we still have a chance for it to be good, even if we haven’t had much luck with it” optimistically chimed in Silica.

“Well, in that case if nobody wants it, I’ll be the one stuck with it I guess” Kirito said, striding over to it. “I was the one who took it down after all~” He playfully taunted to the other partymembers. 

He tapped on the box to open it and reveal it’s contents, fully expecting something mediocre.

“Hmm?”

A dialogue box appeared in front of him “1x Classic Maid Outfit added to inventory”

He closed the dialogue box before anyone else could catch up and see what it was.

“So whatcha get?” Asuna inquired looking right over his shoulder.

Kirito jumped from the sudden break in silence, hoping she hadn’t seen the box’s contents. His face flushed red and he flailed his arms. “N-NOTHING- NOTHING AT ALL HAHA-”

Real smooth there Kazuto. He thought to himself. You know how your friends are. That’s just inviting problems.

“Ooooooo~ somebody got something special~” cooed Lisbeth, now nearly hovering over the poor boy.

“So what rare item did you steal from me hm Kirito?” Sinon peered down.

“Heh- no. Th-there wasn’t even anything in it. Guess we got screwed by it haha-”

Next quest: Get better at lying. 

“Oh nuh uh, you aint keepin whatever it is for yourself, if it’s worth a buncha yuld then we’re splittin it okay Kirito?” Klein tossed out.

Kirito wanted to clear his inventory, he would sooner lose Excalibur than reveal what he had received.

“Hey Yui, if Kirito isn’t gonna tell us, could you check his inventory for us?” Silica spoke between small giggles.

“Yui please don’t-”

But it was too late. The small navigation pixie had already opened up a tab to review Kirito’s items.

“Hmmm let’s see. Ah it seems Daddy received an event item from one of Alfheim’s prior Valentine’s Day Events”

Valentine’s Day Item? Well that’s not gonna arouse any suspicion at ALL. Kirito grumbled to himself, his face so red he was matching the color of the holiday itself.

“Spill the beans Yui, whats it worth?” Klein inquired.

“Hehehe~ I just wanna know what it is that’s gotten Kiri so embarrassed~” teased Lisbeth. “Is it some toy you’re gonna share with Asuna later?~”

“AAAA Nononononono it’s nothing like that-” Kirito stammered out.

“No it’s not a toy- it appears the item itself is a clothing item labeled ‘Classic Maid Outfit’” Yui innocently stated.

The group went silent as Kirito’s face went from a flush red to a stark white pale. Then they all started laughing. Lis and Sinon were all but banging the ground laughing at the mortified boy. It took countless agonizing seconds until anyone spoke.

“S-*snkr* So you gonna model it for us Kiri-Chan?~” Lisbeth managed out between snickers. 

“Yeah it’s all yours oneesan~” Leafa joked out.

Sinon who had previously been laughing the hardest now had a more neutral but smug look on her face “Jeez if you wanna see him girly so bad you should join us in GGO sometime.”

GGO… Kirito thought. Yeah that model was quite something. I swear that there was something special in my eyes there. They just seemed brighter…

Kirito slapped his cheeks out of that thought.

“I’m not making it out of here without putting it on am I?” he sheepishly responded. 

“Honey you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I can’t say I wouldn’t mind seeing-” Asuna trailed off, imagining Kirito’s toned physique in a maid outfit.

Add that to the online shopping list later. She thought, her mind filled with devious thoughts.

“You’re just scared you’ll like it-” Klein teased before getting one of Kirito’s boots directly to the jaw.

“F-fine. Just- Everyone turn around. If anyone peeks as I change I’m deleting this account!” Kirito stammered out.

The giggles of the group grew louder as they turned away. His fingers fumbled with the prompts to switch outfits, as if the outfit itself was attacking.

You’re just scared you’ll like it.

The words echoed in Kirito’s mind as he hit confirm. 

He got a good look at his reflection in the mirror view of the UI.

I look like one of those freakin’ anime twin maids Klein loves. Wait… Nononono- I look like Sugu…

Kirito wasn’t wrong, if it werent for his modest chest, he’d easily be mistaken as his sister. But like this, he looked like his sibling’s little sister more than her big brother. His face was soft. His hair had updated along with the clothing, now appearing more similar to his GGO avatar, with the only substantially shorter in the back. In addition to the dress, he had been gifted with a cute little hat and was adorned in ribbons and stockings. The outfit was a dark lavender, with the ribbons appearing a slightly brighter purple. The purple really brought out the color in his dark grey eyes.

“Everything okay Kirito?” Squeaked Silica. “I know we were teasing but if you’re uncomfortable you don’t havta show us…”

Why is she the only one with any decency here? He took one last look at himself in the mirror. Those lights are back in my eyes… He pushed down that thought and sighed.

“You can look now…”

He closed his eyes and braced for the worst. He expected laughter and mockery. What he got was… Silence? Silence for far far too long.

“Guys is everything okay?”

He opened his eyes and noticed everyone was just staring at him, shocked but… not giggly or amused… Almost confused? With the exception of Klein, who was frozen in place, and slowly tipped over before logging out.

“Jeez tough crowd” Kirito joked, trying to make the situation more bearable for himself.

He noticed as the slight breeze blew past, the skirt picked up a bit and waved effortlessly in the wind. Without thinking, he spun around, watching as his skirt effortlessly spun with him. He giggled.

Hmm. Not so bad… EH? What am I thinking I need to get this off-

“K-kirito?” Asuna quietly broke the silence.

“Yes ma’am” Kirito almost chirped out. 

He was happy to see he was now taking it better than anyone else. And then the whole group pounced on him, tackling him to the ground with a hug.

“You’re so cuteeeeeeeeeee!” they all echoed.

Even Sinon, the most modest one seemed utterly infatuated.

“Jeez Sinon, you’ve seen me worse than this- And Sugu you’ve DEFINITELY seen me worse than this-” Kirito thought of playing dress up with her as a kid, but a memory that should’ve made him shudder now brought him a surprising warmth.

That’s not good. He thought to himself. Yeah I’m gonna have to do some serious thinking about this. Or better yet I should simply never think of this again.

“Okay funs over now” Kirito exclaimed, tired of being at the bottom of a pile of bosoms. “This has been exhausting and I wanna go to bed now.”

That night Kirito dreamt of his wedding in Aincrad with Asuna, only now he looked like his GGO Avatar.

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…

Kirito woke up early the next morning and his heart ached. He sent a good morning text to Asuna, despite knowing she’d probably be sleeping in still. He paused before he knocked on his sister’s door to wake her up, and chose not to, just sending her a quick “running out for groceries, be back soon.” text before he got on his bike and left.

Maybe a little ride can clear my head.

Kirito cruised down nearly empty streets, trying to think of anything other than his dream and yesterday. He hadn’t lied about the groceries, he just walked through the supermarket picking up a few essentials for him and Suguha for the week, passing through on his way to checkout when a glimmer caught his eye. He had wound up in the women’s clothing department, and beside him standing tall was a mannequin wearing a basic black skirt. It was nothing special, it was cheap, it was just a department store clothing brand. He looked at his reflection in the black screen of his phone, seeing sparkles in his eyes. He sighed, knowing he was about to make a mistake and placed it in his basket and checked out. He rode home from the shops with his mind racing. 

Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot. What the hell am I doing? What would Sugu say? What will Asuna say? I- I just need to try this once. I’m just gonna go home, try it on, nothing will happen and I’ll burn the damn thing.

Kirito tried to enter the home as quietly as possible, dropping the groceries on the table and tip toeing to his room with the bag with the skirt in it. He closed the door behind him, but in his anxiousness to try on the skirt, he neglected to lock it. He slid out of his black sweatpants, staring at his body in the mirror. His figure was slender, almost effeminate in nature. Years without hardcore exercise and barely eating while in SAO clearly took it’s toll on a previously toned figure.

Maybe I do look like Sugu…

Back when they were little, Suguha and Kazuto were always mistaken for twin girls, despite Kazuto being older and not even Suguha’s blood sibling. He never minded back then, he just liked being close to her. They’d occasionally swap clothes to mess with their parents. Kazuto softly smiled at the thought. He slipped on the skirt. She slipped on the skirt.

His eyes met hers in the mirror. Where a dull grey void once sat, a galaxy of stars was now present, with shimmering highlights and purple hues never noticed until now. There was a subtle curvature to her hips. A natural softness to her face. Her slender physique made him jealous. He stared at the girl who looked back at him, she shyly smiled and as the words left her mouth, they followed in his. “So, this is me?”

She looked down, and the girl was him. The girl was her.

She nervously laughed and shook in place. She watched as her skirt flowed side to side with every subtle movement. She spun herself around, watching the skirt flare up. She giggled to herself. She spun herself again. And again and again. She was giggling to herself like crazy. There were no thoughts left in her head, it was just a pure moment of bliss. And it came crushing down as the door opened behind her.

“Yawnnnnnnn~ Kazutooooooo please could you make a little less noi-” Sugu entered the room with her eyes closed yawning, but her eyes quickly shot open as she saw what was once her big brother in a tiny black skirt.

“S-Sugu??? EH! Don’t Look! I’m not decent!” She blurted out, not realizing she was pitching her voice higher than normal. She scrambled behind her bed, trying to cover up her shame, hiding her blushing face behind her hands.

Suguha smiled softly and walked over beside her as she softly pet her sister’s head.

“Well, it seems like I’ve stumbled into something big huh? Listen Kazuto. Or… whatever you may wanna be called. I’m always gonna support and love my big sibling, nomatter who they are.” She kissed the timid girl’s forehead. “I’m gonna go make us breakfast okay. You can wear that if you wanna. It’s just us home today. You don’t have to worry. You don’t have to tell anyone else if you aren’t ready. You don’t even have to tell me if you’re not ready. But I’m here for you.”

She walked out the door, and Kazuto sighed, knowing she meant every word of that.

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…

Kazuto followed not long after, choosing to wear the skirt downstairs to the kitchen. She was blushing the whole time, still unable to meet her sister’s eyes. She slid a stack of pancakes over to her.

“Here big sis, I made your favorite.” She smiled sweetly down at Kazuto.

“...I like that.”

“Hmm?”

“I think… I think I prefer being your big sister.”

Suguha smiled brightly.

“Yayyyyyy! Now we get to do fun girly stuff together! This is so exciting!- Oh and of course, thank you for trusting me enough with this sis. It means a lot.” Suguha felt a warmth she had never felt, and she felt like it was due to the beaming smile on her big sister’s face.

“So, what are you thinkin’ for a name?”

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A few days pass and nobody outside the Kirigaya household hears from Kazuto. He seemingly vanished from the ALO party, and only returned a few texts with “Sorry I’m just busy, miss you too” or “I love you too Asuna”. Truthfully, Kazuto had been training up a new ALO avatar with her sister, creating a swordfighting cait sith, with a name she chose for herself, Kiriko.

“Hey I’m gonna head out and make some lunch for us okay Kiriko? Don’t go far, and I’ll meet you in town.” “Sounds good Leafa, thank you!”

While Sugu’s cooking wasn’t the masterpiece Asuna’s was, Kiriko was always happy to indulge in some of Sugu’s fine craftsmanship as well. Leafa signed out, and her model disappeared. And Kiriko was alone.

She strolled through the town, wondering what to do in the meantime.

“I could really use some sword upgrades…” She muttered to herself, knowing that the only blacksmith worth caring about was Lisbeth, and she didn’t know who Kiriko was yet. 

“Ah well I can help you with that one!” A familiar voice made Kiriko jump, her ears and tail standing on end. “Heh, didn’t mean to scare ya, I’m Klein, and if you need some smithin’ done, I know just the girl for you.”

Kiriko did her best to pitch her voice up to not be recognized “N-nice to meet you Klein, but that’s okay- I- I think I might just wait until I get a better sword drop…”

“Nonsense, Liz is the best in the business, she can make a starter sword scale right alongside Excalibur” He laughed to himself. “What’s your name by the way?”

“K-Kiriko…” She embarrassedly managed out.

Great. I look like my little sister, and the name I chose is 1 letter off of my old handle. I am the smartest woman alive.

Luckily for Kiriko, Klein was the dumbest man alive, and did not question it at all, leading her to Lisbeth’s Smithy.

“Hey guys, I’m back, and I found a newbie who needs some sword help.” Klein announced to the full party.

Kiriko gulped. Everyone but Leafa was here. Asuna, Yui, Strea, Lisbeth, Silica, Sinon, Philia, Agil, even Argo.

With my luck, somehow Sachi is gonna walk through that door isn’t she…

“H-hi everyone, I’m Kiriko… Klein said that Lisbeth is a master blacksmith. At least I think he said ‘master blacksmith’ but all I really caught was ‘master b’-” She knew this was gonna be dreadful, so the least she could do was tease Klein before the whole thing fell apart.

“H-HEY! I said nothing like that- She is a master blacksmith though! She’s been working at it since Sword Art.”

“Yup yup! The best in the business!”

“It’s nice to see you again Liz, I haven’t had a chance to see you since SAO I suppose” Kiriko lied.

It’s not too farfetched to be another SAO survivor… Gives me some leeway if I mess up and say more than I should known…

“Ohmygosh sorry- I usually don’t forget my customers faces…” Liz pouted.

“Hey now, cheer up, consider us equal for me breaking your sword.”

Smooth one smoothbrain. Kiriko thought to herself.

“Eh?” Liz cocked her head. “I don’t think anyone but Kiri-”

“Y’know out in the field, I abused the poor sword, I should’ve taken better care of such expert craftsmanship” She smiled out the quickest excuse she could muster.

“Ahhhh I see. You just reminded me of my favorite customer hehe.” She took Kiriko’s sword from her and got to work on it. “Cute guy, but he’s dumb as rocks. Broke my best sword and made me go on an adventure to forge him a new one.”

“Sounds like a bit of a jerk to me.” Kiriko joked.

“Nah, he’s the sweetest guy, but he’s a little bit off.”

“Yeah, he helped me revive my Pina!” Silica butted in.

“And he saved me from the Hollow Area” Philia added.

“And he’s like, the sweetest husband ever” Asuna swooned.

“And he’s the best daddy ever!” Yui chimed in. 

“He’s helped me in more ways than I’d care to say” Sinon said blushing.

Kiriko herself was now blushing and trying to stifle a smile, hearing all these kind things from all of her friends.

“Jeez, put the boy on a pedestal some more will ya? You’re just begging for this girl to be competition in that polycule you’ve got brewin” Klein sighed “Course, ya cant help but love the guy, after all, he saved us all so many times.”

She felt at home for once, the moment was so warm and peaceful.

“Hmm, you even look a lot like Kii-boy” 

Crap.

Argo’s intuition was always top notch. She’d sniff out the fact that Kiriko was Kirito faster than anyone. She needed excuses and fast.

“Well, I’ve been told I do look boyish-” Kiriko idly fiddled with her skirt, kicking her feet a little.

“Nono- You don’t look boyish at all! Infact it’s more that Kirito looks girlish” Philia tried to console Kiriko.

“Yeah! He actually wore a dress recently and he was really cute!” Silica was practically meowing out the compliment.

“We’ve all been thinking, we haven’t seen him since he did it, we’re worried that maybe we teased him too much and now he got self conscious.” Sinon looked down shamefully.

Kiriko could barely manage to keep up her facade. 

Focus focus focus. Think of things to say to make this go away.

Kiriko chose to simply say the truth. “Well, I think if they were willing to put on the dress, maybe they were just finding an excuse to try it out. Maybe they ended up liking it and has been taking some time for themself to work some things out.”

The room went a bit quiet. All that could be heard was Agil talking to customers and Liz hammering away in the background, but both were clearly listening in intently.

“Whatcha mean?” Silica asked.

“W-well… There’s this thing I’ve been reading about on some MMO forums. Apparently some guys will dress up with female avatars as a joke, and then realize something, that maybe they were girls all along. Maybe your friend is doing that?”

Kiriko was stuttering out almost every word. There’s no way they wouldn’t catch on.

“Well, then I’d be the luckiest woman in the world to have the best wife in the world.” Asuna announced.

“Yeah, and I’d get to have the two best Mommies!” Yui said, with Strea nodding along with her.

“Nomatter what, they’re always our Kirito. We’ll always love them nomatter who they end up being.” Sinon added. 

“Yeah, and I can have my own big sister instead of a big brother” Silica giggled to herself.

“Well, she already has a little sister, you sure you can compete with that role?” Kiriko pet Silica’s head and then she realized what she just said.

“Wait… how do you know Kirito has a sister?”

“W-well I’ve been playing with a girl named Leafa whose been teaching me everything- and she keeps talking about her brother Kirito so I just assumed since you both brought up the name.”

Next quest: PLEASE GET BETTER AT LYING BRAIN Kiriko screamed at herself internally.

Argo mischievously laughed. “Yknow Kiriko, I have gotten some inside scoops that Leafa’s been playin alongside a new account and callin her ‘big sis’. Now aint that somethin Kiriko? Or rather Kii-gal?”

Crap. That’s Argo for ya. She knows me better than… well even me probably.

As the tension grew thick enough to cut with a knife, Leafa walked through the door to the Smithy, and Lisbeth returned to listen to the gossip more intently. 

Hopefully Sugu can tell I’m blinking an S.O.S. to her…

“Ah I see you’ve met my friend Kiriko! She’s really sweet right?”

Kiriko shifted in her seat.

“... Fine ya caught me. It’s me…” Kiriko mumbled out. 

No escaping this one chief.

Leafa glanced down a look of “are you sure Kiriko?” to which Kiriko could only nod.

“While you’re about to lose some polycule points for forcibly outing me Argo-” “Polycule points?” Lisbeth inquired.

If I can earn those I’m taking them- Liz thought to herself

“Yes it’s me. I… I just couldn’t stand being Kirito anymore.” The small catgirl looked to be near breaking point. “I.. I didn’t wanna lose any of you. I never had friends until now. And I was so so so worried I’d lose you all. I’d been keeping this down since GunGale. That avatar stuck in my head like a parasite. I couldn’t stop thinking about having long hair, and cute outfits, and twirly skirts, and- and after I tried on that stupid maid outfit, I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t be that same person I was anymore.”

She couldn’t stop the tears anymore. She just balled herself up on the couch. But then she felt a warm soft embrace around her. And another, and another, and another.

“Kiriko, I’m so proud of you. And trust me, you’re still the person I fell in love with in Aincrad. I’m not gonna leave you because you found out more about yourself. That’s just more of you I get to love. I get to fall in love all over again with a wonderful wife.” Asuna held Kiriko tight, and rubbed her cheek against the girl.

A hand was placed on Kiriko’s shoulder. “Heh, you’re so used to playin with chicks that you became one yourself, good for you.” Klein smiled every word out. He may not have been the best with words, but Kiriko appreciated the meaning behind each one.

“We’re all gonna love you nomatter what Kiriko…” Silica was gripping onto her even tighter than Asuna.

Yui and Strea held onto Kiriko for dear life, trying to make their new mommy happy.

“Yeah, you’re our favorite gal to tease, and now we can tease you even harder and in new ways!” Lisbeth smirked devilishly before hugging Kiriko with one arm and poking her cheeks with her free hand.

Kiriko felt another hand on her other shoulder, and looked up to see Agil.

“I’m proud of you for finding out who you are. I’m blessed to have met ya.”

Kiriko’s tears turned from fear and sadness to joy and love.

Sinon came walking up to where Kiriko was sat and hugged her from the front then pet her head. “Truthfully, I thought you were trans the moment you said you were actually a guy in that avatar in GGO. Every time we fought there I saw that light in your eyes you’ve got now. I’m so proud of you.” She kissed the girl’s forehead. “And now we can confirm that two GGO Winners are girls too” she smirked.

“Hehe, sorry for gettin ya to come out if you werent ready” Argo tossled Kiriko’s hair. “But ya know I’m just like ya too! I just wanted ya to rip that bandaid off hehe. Makes it better in the long term.” Kiriko could only smile at the rat in front of her.

“And can I please have my polycule points back”

“T-there’s no such thing Argo. And if there were I wouldn’t take them from my favorite rat…”

“Hey I know we already talked Kiriko” Leafa held onto Kiriko’s hand “but I’m so proud of you and I’m so happy to have a big sister.”

All Kiriko could do was smile, she was finally herself, and surrounded by all of the people she held dear. 

And in the back of her head, she heard the faint singing of familiar christmas music, and relaxed.

Heh. I guess even Sachi was here afterall.

“I love you all. Thank you so much. All of you.”

[moonlight-tmd]

Hi there! Hope you are having a great day!

Do you have any shattered glasses blitzbee ideas or headcanons?

Oh, shattered glass huh? Let's see, hmmm.

SG!Blitzwing's personalities are inverted (obviously); Icy=Happy, Hotheat=Scaredycat, Random=Deadpan. It would be quite a disaster if the two variants met.

SG!Bumblebee is silent, scared and obedient in contrast to his talkative, cocky and rebellious self. He's been thru so much abuse; mental and physical, all thanks to his teammates.

When the two began meeting, Bee was super skittish. Even going as far as faking fights when they were all alone in fear someone might actually be there. It was a while before Bee got enough courage to stop acting and start enjoying his time with the new friend.

Blitzwing, having no impulse control, probably spilled the beans to his bestie Lugnut about the little autobot boyfriend he got. These two are just fangirling in Blitz's room much to everyone's confusion.

(Side note; Lugnut does not like Megatron much. He does what's told but other that that he only tolerated him.)

Bee and Blitz did not start dating after a heartfelt confession, Blitz literally just picked Bee up after x amount of meetings and declared they are dating now. Bee just rolled with it, he didn't really know how to say "no".

Bee may be scared and silent but he's an effective and quick killer. He was used to being send on quick in-and-out missions to eliminate targets he even if he's small and cowardly, he's dangerous and not to be trifled with. Blitzwing doesn't care, he just loves this tiny adorable grounder to bits.

Blitzwing made it his mission to be Bee's emotional support pet- eh, mech? Same thing. The point is he will not leave Bee alone for more than few minutes, Bee has anxiety and will hide if it gets too bad.

When Bee wants to speak he will only do so in sign language. Very rarely does he speak with his voice to others, only doing that when Blitzwing is near. He speaks the most when he and Blitz and all alone, only Blitzwing is allowed to hear his voice like that.

SG!Bee's paintjob is white with black accents, SG!Blitz's paintjob is gray with teal and black. Color of the faces is following; blue=yellow, red=green, black=white.

Somewhere in the time of Bee being with the cons, Blitz brought back a cat for them to take care of. It grew to be a big maine coon and Blitz calls it their baby.

Bee finds it calming to water and take care of plants. It's not a big obsession, he just has a little corner with potted plants to sit and relax in. He likes the ones that flower most.

Usually Bee wouldn't join Blitz in his spontaneous dances out in the open, Blitzwing doesn't make him dance with him either. But when they're all alone Blitzwing puts on slow and sensual music for them to hold each other and sway back and forth in a gentle waltz.

That's all i can think of for now, have a nice day!

[raemaryllis]

Number 10 was inspired by this one fic I found on Ao3 that I can’t remember the name but basically I just think there should be more modern aus where little Cale and Kim Rok Soo meet.

The soon to be eight-year-old boy watched as the black haired child cautiously took a bite of his steak, almost as if afraid that it would disappear and not yet believing that it was actually in front of him. What a weird thing to believe. Cale didn’t know where this child came from, but surely he knew that it was ok to eat, right? Or is it that he’d never tried steak before? Well that’s a shame. Because Beacrox made the best steaks in the whole world. Regardless, this boy sure was strange.

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Cale came across him while he was hanging out with Eric-hyung at the park near their school. His father promised to pick him up today to go out for an early dinner, however, he was late. Cale had been waiting for over an hour and eventually, Eric-hyung had to head home. So that left Cale with no one to keep him company except the normal bodyguards who hid being the trees in the park and thought that he couldn’t see them. Hmmm, would they be willing to play with him if he asked?

Cale figured he should have been used to it by now. After all, it’d been years since his father had kept any of his promises. Maybe Cale just wasn’t as fun to hang out with as his new brother…

He contemplated going home on his own, but ultimately decided that he might as well enjoy his freedom before Ron finished his errands and came to pick him up.

He spent a few minutes absently swinging on the swing set before a flash of black appeared in his peripheral. Craning his neck to get a clear view, he spotted what looked to be a little boy sitting behind one of the slides. Last Cale checked, he was the only one on the playground at this hour, so how did this child manage to sneak past him? He didn’t even make a sound. Was he like Ron? Ron didn’t make any sound when he walked, but Ron was also an adult. Did they go to a school to become that quiet? Did this boy go to the same school as Ron? Then again, the boy wasn’t as good at hiding as Ron was. Cale had a clear view of him. Also, the boy couldn’t be any older than Cale himself. In fact, he might even be younger, judging by his small stature.

Cale finally hopped off the swing and started towards the boy, trying not to make any noise. The bodyguards behind the trees were still looking at him. Cale wasn’t sure if they had noticed the boy before he did, but he was sure that if this boy tried anything, he would be in no danger at all.

When Cale got closer to him, he was surprised to see just how small this child was. While he was only a few inches shorter than Cale, the black haired boy was incredibly skinny. His clothes, while seemingly too short for his arms and legs, seemed to drown him in the fabric because of just how thin he was. Cale could also spot a couple of bruises on his face and wrists, and Cale was sure that there were more hidden under the thing layers of clothing. Did this kid get into a fight? Was it with a classmate? Fighting was bad. Cale had seen others in his own class get in trouble for it. Cale was sure this kid had obviously lost. He was so weak looking that surely he couldn’t have even thrown a decent punch.

Only when Cale was a few steps away from the kid did the other finally turn to look at him, though he’d surely noticed the redhead approaching long before. Cale was surprised to see his very own reddish brown eyes looking at him in apprehension and slight fear. While brown eyes weren’t exactly uncommon, he’d only seen that particular shade in his mother’s eyes and his own. So to see a complete stranger with the very same color eyes as him was new and very surprising. And from the sudden shift in the other boy’s eyes, he was surprised as well.

It was only a few seconds that they just stared at each other, one in surprise and curiosity, and the other in suspicion and slight intrigue, but eventually the silence was broken by the red haired young master.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Cale received no answer from the boy, so he tried again. “Hello? Did you hear me? You’re not deaf are you?” Cale watched as the child’s face turned from suspicious to blank. And the kid still didn’t answer.

“ I know you can hear me. Why aren’t you answering?” Still nothing. Cale tried a different approach. He wasn’t particularly fond of this one, but he had seen some of his friends do it at those fancy parties his family attended, so surely it must work, right?

“Do you know who I am? Who do you think you are to ignore me?” He tried to put just a little bite into his words, but apparently he was better at this than he thought. The boy suddenly flinched and looked down at the ground. Oops…That wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe he was actually worse at this than he thought? Or did it only work on your friends? Cale threw that useless act out the window and focused back to the matter at hand. He would have to do this another way then.

This time he made sure that his voice was softer, like the one Lady Violan used when she was consoling Basen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you..” With a little hesitation, he continued, “My name is Cale Henituse, what’s yours?”

The boy still didn’t look at him, continuing to look only at the ground rather than the one who was speaking. Cale waited, and finally the boy spoke, his head still lowered. “Kim Rok Soo.”

Kim Rok Soo. Kim Rok Soo.. What a weird name. Cale had never heard such a name before, but he didn’t tell the boy that. Cale felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and just said what he needed to say.

“Are you hungry? My chef makes the best food. If you want, you can come over and try it?” He reached out his hand, but the boy didn’t take it. The child, Kim Rok Soo was looking at him in fear and suspicion, but also something else? Cale could see that he wanted to come to some degree. Hmmm, maybe he didn’t want to worry his parents? That must be it!

Cale smiled ,”If you want, we can let your parents know where you are going?” Flinch. The boy avoided his eyes.

“No thanks.”

Cale didn’t miss the slight jolt when he mentioned parents. Maybe this Kim Rok Soo’s parents were kinda like Cale’s. Maybe they just wouldn’t care where he went? Something told Cale that that wasn’t it, but he decided not to ask. If Kim Rok Soo wasn’t willing to talk about it, then Cale wouldn’t make him. Still, he looked like he hadn’t eaten all day. Cale could even hear his stomach grumbling. He probably skipped lunch.

“Come on. It’s free food. You wouldn’t turn away free things, would you?”

Reddish brown eyes once again locked onto his. With hesitation, Kim Rok Soo reached out his hand for Cale’s. Cale noticed the boys hand seemed to be shaking slightly. It’s no wonder, it’s getting closer to late fall. What was the boy thinking, coming out here without a coat?

Cale hauled the boy up and kept the other’s small hand firmly gripped in his own. Geez, his hands were freezing. Maybe Cale should have Ron stop for some gloves on the way home. And a coat. And some bandaids. Now that Kim Rok Soo wasn’t covered in the shadow of the slide anymore, the young master could spot some patches of red on his pants. Cale hoped the black haired boy had at least put some ointment on the wounds.

Not too soon did Cale grab the other boy, as Ron had just stepped out of the modest limousine at the park entrance. Not noticing the child stiffening behind him, Cale resolutely marched toward his butler, hungry and ready to get out of the cold.

Ron gave a benign smile to his young master. “It looks like you’ve picked up a new friend, young master. Shall this Ron have Beacrox make an extra serving for dinner tonight?” Cale felt his hostage- new friend shudder. Maybe he caught a cold?

“Please do, Ron. Also, make sure to have them set out the first aid kit, and some blankets. And-“

Ron listened to his puppy young master list a few noteworthy items he would need upon their arrival with curiosity. Just what had the young master been up to in the last couple hours? In the time it took for Ron to finish his errands and take a car, the boy managed to pick up a stray. Said stray was currently quivering behind the young master as if Ron’s very presence scared him. Hoho. He would have to keep an eye on this one.

Cale made sure to have the heat on full blast on the way home so that Kim Rok Soo wouldn’t keep shivering as much. He mentally added a thermometer to his list of items for Ron to procure. When they finally arrived at the Henituse estate, Ron ushered both of them to separate baths while Beacrox was finishing dinner.

When Cale emerged from the bathroom in fresh new clothes, he was surprised to realize that Kim Rok Soo was still wearing the same outfit as before. Strands of black hair dripped water onto the boys clean face, so Cale was sure he had taken a bath, but why didn’t he use the outfit that Ron had set out? Was it the bruises? Maybe he was embarrassed.

With a little fuss from Beacrox about his new friend’s clothing, Cale and Kim Rok Soo were finally sitting in front of a modest spread of steak, fresh bread, vegetables, and other assortments of food. Cale didn’t even notice how the boy looked in awe at this ‘modest’ dinner. Like he had never seen so much food before.

What Cale did notice, however, was that Rok Soo hadn’t even picked up his fork.

“Aren’t you going to eat? I know you’re hungry.” The boy snapped out of whatever daze he had been in to look at the young master. “Beacrox-hyung makes the best food, didn’t I tell you? Try it.” And with that, Cale made a show of picking up his fork and elegantly putting a bite of steak into his mouth. Subtly observing as the other began to clumsily copy him.

Once he tasted a bit of the perfectly seasoned beef, the boy couldn’t stop himself from devouring everything on his plate. Cale kept an eye on him as he himself ate with much more motivation than he had in the past few months, maybe even years. Maybe it’s true, what they say about having company makes the food taste better.

Somewhere through the meal, Cale looked at Kim Rok Soo as his cheeks were stuffed with food, and couldn’t help but think that he looked like a chipmunk.

So Cale did what was only logical, and poked the child’s ridiculously cute cheek.

Kim Rok Soo froze, Cale froze after realizing what he just did, and that set the stage for a giant misunderstanding where Cale will find out just how different his new friend’s life is compared to his own.

And maybe Ron and Beacrox will try to diffuse the situation, only to ultimately make it worse, but they have time. And Cale won’t let his new friend leave before they take care of those bruises and his awful clothes. And that’s okay.

After all, Cale Henituse has a new friend named Kim Rok Soo, and he doesn’s want to scare him away, so he will give the boy some time. Cale will be there for him now and in the future.

[harlequinoccult]

Hmmm in which world is Carter the most horrible?

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You fall in love. She's wonderful, kind, gentle, the most beautiful woman you've ever met. Your parents hate each other. So you go, skip town and never look back. You have a friend a couple cities over, might as well go to him. I know he was always a bit creepy but don't worry okay? We'll stick together it'll be fine. You come home after working for hours to your little slice of heaven. He always was a creep wasn't he, dove?

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You're young and too smart for your own good and a girl no matter what they say. And you have to get out of this town. You're 18 now, you can go with your friend, no one can stop you. They're incredible and annoying and perfect. And your uncle will look out for you. He's a bit weird, but he's family and your parents aren't wrong about everything. Except in all the ways they are, he whispers as you're forced to listen to them scream and cry and beg. He does like it when they beg.

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Your family is old in this town, as small as it is. Once upon a time, your dad says while pressing kisses on your hair, the clan was so large his mother didn't need any friends besides her cousins and was never lonely for it. Now, there are three. But then, your father gets sick. Really sick. Your baby sister is still in school, she needs to learn for her own future. You'll work. You'll do anything. A man standing in an alley by the school your little sister, the one with flowers in her hair and laughter that coats a room, doesn't stop to ask what that means. He just takes.

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It has always been the two of you against the world. But your twin was always braver. When you said you were a man, sort of, she said she was too, sometimes. When you said you had to leave home or you'd both drown, they showed you the way to your new home. When you got pulled into a bathroom and weren't allowed to say no he made it so it would never happen again. When a man showed up in your shared apartment she was the one who started asking questions. Now, if you ever forget, he shows you pictures of exactly what it'll look like if you say no.

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Trick question! The answer is always murder!

Oh I can think of ways he would be fucking horrible in all of them! However, for the sake of it, Carter likes mc's that are particularly desperate. The Debt route in this instance, I think he would be the fucking worst if he knows he has something real and tangible to hold over their head for your mc's compliance, and, as a fun bonus, debt mc's only get to feel satisfied in killing him for a split second before reality sets in that they just killed their income.