#now I practically breathe tog

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

When new hyperfixational content appears on your dash and you scroll by it so fast because it’s like no, no, sorry, I’m sure I’d love you, but I already have 2 hyperfixations, 3 dormant ones always ready to be reignited, a multifandom tumblr, and a full time job. I can’t fit you in my schedule.

[siennadoodles]

Gojo X Aria X Geto 🩵🤍💜 ~Part-2

Title: You love her too! Don’t you?

Theme: A passionate love story where both Gojo & Geto fall hopelessly in love with Aria.

On a quiet night atop a city-rooftop, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto stood side by side, the Tokyo lights twinkling below them. A cool breeze ruffled their hair as they reflected on the day’s events. Neither had expected their casual conversation to drift toward romance, but tonight, the stars and the city were conspiring. Gojo took a deep breath, eyes shining.

Gojo: “You know, Geto, I still can’t get over what happened today. So, I was grabbing coffee on my day off, right? And out of nowhere some thief tries to snatch this girl’s bouquet of flowers. Of course, I had to jump in.”

He flashed a grin, stretching his long legs out on the ledge. Geto raised an eyebrow, leaning on the railing beside him with a lazy smile.

Geto: “Let me guess: you swooped in like a guardian angel and saved the day?”

Gojo laughed, flicking an imaginary tie. Gojo: “Something like that. I mean, it was pretty heroic of me. There I am, holding a bunch of rescued roses, and I look up to see this girl–” He made a swooning gesture. “Her smile was like sunshine after a rainstorm. I swear, I almost offered to walk her home.”

Geto’s lips quirked up. He had quietly been thinking about his own strange happenstance from earlier.

Geto: “That’s funny… I had a weird moment today too. After a mission I ended up wandering by a flower shop. The shop’s windows were lit, and inside, there was this woman carefully arranging flowers. She was humming softly, and the whole scene was peaceful. Not something I expected after clearing out curses all day.”

Gojo sat up, his eyes widening. Gojo: “No way… Are you talking about the florist by the old station? I saved her flowers from that thief!”

Geto’s surprised smile turned thoughtful. Geto: “Aria?”

Gojo: “Yeah. Her name’s Aria. That’s her name.”

A beat of silence passed as the realization dawned on them. Gojo and Geto exchanged a look, eyebrows raising almost identically.

Geto: “So… we’re talking about the same girl here.”

Gojo: “Same girl,” he agreed with a chuckle, nudging Geto’s shoulder playfully. “Small world, huh?”

They both started grinning like goofballs at the cosmic coincidence. Gojo’s tone turned a little sheepish. Gojo: “Listen, man… I— I kind of liked her the moment I saw her smile. But apparently, I’m not the only one. You saw her too?”

Geto shrugged, his calm expression hiding a gentle blush. Geto: “I guess I did. She’s… nice, isn’t she? I don’t usually notice people like that, but Aria caught my eye.”

Gojo (feigning offense): “Ah, so now you’re competing, Suguru?”

Geto: “Well, do I look like someone who backs down from a friendly competition?”

The two burst into laughter. The night sky felt a little warmer.

Gojo: “You know, we might both be a bit smitten.”

Geto (smirking): “A bit? Come on, I saw you staring like you were in a coma.”

Gojo (waving it off): “Whatever. I say we do something about it. Double date style.”

Geto: “Double date? Heh, with both of us vying for her attention? That sounds dangerously fun.”

Gojo grinned slyly and held out a finger to shake on it. Gojo: “Tomorrow morning. We go to her flower shop together. You and me. And we see what happens.”

Geto took Gojo’s hand and gave it a firm shake. Geto: “Deal. Loser buys dessert after.”

Gojo laughed. Gojo: “You’re on. But you know, I was born for this. She’s going to be charmed off her feet.”

Geto winked. Geto: “My eloquence knows no bounds. She’ll be practically asking me out by the end.”

They parted ways for the night with arms thrown around each other’s shoulders. The stars watched over them as they already imagined tomorrow’s antics.

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What actually happened at the shop that day (acc to Part-1)

Morning sunlight filtered through the glass door of Aria’s cozy flower shop. Inside, the air was sweet with roses and fresh earth. Gojo and Geto pushed open the door together, flowers chiming a little welcome. Aria, the florist, looked up from a half-finished bouquet and almost dropped her ribbon in surprise when she saw them. Her dark hair was pulled back with a few loose strands framing her face, and her warm brown eyes lit up with recognition.

Aria: “Good morning, Gojo-sensei, Suguru-kun! Back for more flowers?”

Gojo stepped forward with a dramatic bow, eyes sparkling. Gojo: “Ah, Aria-chan! Good morning! Yes, indeed. We couldn’t stay away after our last visit. Your flowers are almost as beautiful as you are.”

Geto rolled his eyes playfully. Geto: “I think he’s practicing lines. Don’t encourage him too much.”

Aria blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Aria: “Oh! Heh, you two are impossible. What brings you here today?”

Gojo waved a hand grandly. Gojo: “We’re on a mission—to find the perfect bouquet for someone very special. And we need your expert guidance.”

Geto (grinning): “We’re actually kind of competing. But no pressure, right?”

Aria giggled, walking over to the flower racks. She was patient and kind, taking care to select blooms as the two men offered suggestions.

Gojo: “I think she’d love the bright sunflowers. They remind me of her smile. Maybe toss in some red roses too, for passion!”

He gave Geto an exaggerated wink.

Geto: “Hmm, sunflowers are great, but how about white lilies? They’re elegant, just like she is. Maybe a few daisies for sweetness.”

Gojo reached for a sunflower, swirling it between his fingers. Gojo: “Daisies are okay but not as bold as I am. How about some blue irises to stand out?”

Geto (raising an eyebrow): “Blue irises? Are we decorating a bouquet or painting a portrait here?”

Gojo stuck out his tongue. Gojo: “Sarcasm is just your secret weapon, isn’t it?”

Aria watched them banter with a fond smile. She turned back to her flowers. Aria: “I think I have the perfect idea. Let’s do a mixed bouquet: vibrant sunflowers and roses from Gojo, elegant lilies from Geto, and a few cheerful daisies to tie them together.”

Geto and Gojo exchanged a surprised glance, then both turned back to Aria with wide smiles.

Gojo: “Mixed bouquet genius! Aria, you’re a flower wizard!”

Geto: “Yes, thank you. This is even better than what we imagined.”

Aria gently wove the stems together, wrapping the bouquet in pale yellow ribbon. Gojo stood unusually still for once, admiring the bouquet as if it were a masterpiece. Geto watched Aria’s quick hands at work.

Aria: “All done! This should make a great gift.”

Geto scooped up the bouquet carefully. Geto: “It’s perfect. You did great, Aria.”

Gojo (winking at Aria): “She certainly did. And you two make quite a team.”

Aria blushed again, handing the bouquet to Geto. Aria: “Thank you, both of you. Be sure to come by anytime.”

Gojo and Geto each paid with a friendly wave.

Aria: “Bye-bye!”

As the door closed behind them with a tiny chime, sunlight spilled onto Gojo and Geto on the sidewalk. The mixed bouquet, a riot of yellow, red, white and blue, was nestled under their arms.

Geto: “Alright, we got the flowers. Who’s going to work up the nerve to ask her out first?”

He nudged Gojo with an elbow, already smirking.

Gojo: “Obviously I will. Look how nice she smiled at me.”

Geto: “Oh really? She smiled at me when I said lilies are like her–”

Gojo: “–She said I had sun-kissed charm. Hand on heart, bro.”

Geto: “Your scarf is sun-kissed, maybe.”

Gojo: “At least I have a nice scarf to my name. You were wearing that same old hat she gave you last week!”

Geto pretended to adjust his nonexistent hat. Geto: “This hat is vintage, thank you very much.”

They both laughed, stepping away from the shop’s threshold. The afternoon air was warm, and Gojo tossed a sunflower from the bouquet into the air and caught it.

Geto: “Between your stunning style and my irresistible smooth talk, who could blame her? Face it, Gojo, you’re gonna have to step up.”

Gojo (dramatically clutching his chest): “Ouch. My wounded pride bleeds. But fine. Let’s have a formal contest. Next week. Whoever plans the best date for her wins.”

Geto grabbed the bouquet and pretended to salute. Geto: “Deal. I already have a few ideas brewing.”

Gojo: “I mean, polyam or not, someone’s got to make the move first.”

Geto snorted. Geto: “She’s not going to date both of us at once, calm down.”

Gojo: “Hey, now. A guy can hope!”

They strolled down the street shoulder to shoulder, still ribbing each other and joking. The mixed bouquet bobbed between them, a symbol of their friendly rivalry.

Gojo: “May the best man win.”

Geto: “Oh, he will. He definitely will.”

Their laughter echoed down the quiet street as the afternoon sun set behind them, warm and triumphant.

What do you think happens next?

Image Credits: harshxryu/ Pinterest <3

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

“100 Dage” (Angst/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive?)

1987!Donatello x reader

A/N: I still remember when this song came out, holy shit. Absolute Danish pop in a nutshell. But it has a story, and I like it, so here ya go💜

Song: “100 Dage” by Thomas Helmig feat Medina.

Danish song with translation provided. “100 Dage” means “100 Days”.

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Break up, implied smut, but nothing too descriptive.

Jeg så dig nede i gaden i går / Mit hjerte knækkede midt over / Lige siden vi gik fra hinanden / Har jeg grædt og fortrudt som én i fanden.

(I saw you on the street yesterday / My heart broke in the middle / Ever since we went from each other / Have I cried and regretted like someone in hell).

Donnie had not expected to see you yesterday evening. He had expected that day to be another regular evening, making his way through the dark streets of New York City with his brothers, on their way to yet another mission that called for their attention.

It was becoming almost an escape for Donnie, forcing him not to think about what had been hurting him so much. And finally, for once, he felt like he was making progress. He could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, believing that yes, he would make it through this. He hadn’t been crying for a few weeks now, rolling in his own regret. He was for once, actually doing a little bit better.

But as Donnie clenched his bow staff and followed his brothers through the shadows, all of that progress shattered at a moment's notice. His brothers could almost hear his heart break like a shattering peace of glass, splattering across the street. Because there you were, crossing the street and minding your own business, heading home from lord knows what.

Donnie could feel the lump in his throat growing as he saw you walking, wondering - fearing - if you saw you. Yet he didn’t move, as if he wanted you to notice him. As if even after all his progress, he still wanted you to look for him. And then you looked up, stopping dead in your tracks as your eyes met his.

Og jeg har været ensom / Gået rundt og ladet som om / Kalenderen ville gøre mig / Hel igen.

(And I have been lonely / Walking around and acting like / The calendar would make me / Whole again).

You did not expect to see Donnie that evening. You too had finally made progress, finally feeling like you could go out without looking for him, after practically staring at the calendar for days, wondering when time would finally make you feel better. But whatever illusion of time and healing you had created, was now gone. Thrown straight out the window, breaking against the street, when you saw the eyes you had been looking so lovingly into so many times before.

You were shaking, as if your body was hollow, threatening to cave in on itself. You felt tears press against the back of your eyes, with all of the good feelings and memories you and Donnie once had, rolling over you like an ocean wave. Feelings and memories you thought you were finally free from, but here they were, all coming back to you. And all it took was to see Donnie on the street.

You don’t know how long you and Donnie stood and stared at each other, but it was long enough for his brothers to get impatient, grabbing a hold of the top lip of his shell, before pulling him with them into the dark. And you stood back, still shaking as you watched him disappear.

Hvert et ord vi sagde / Og forrådte / Alt hvad der forsvandt / Mellem fingrene / Vinden tog det med / Alt det, men uanset hvor det blev af (åh).

(Every word we said / Had betrayed / All that disappeared / Between the fingers / The wind took it along / All that, but no matter where it went (oh)).

You went home, still shaking on the edge of tears. You didn’t even take your shoes or jacket off, but instead went directly to your couch, where you sat down, just as it felt like your knees were going to give in beneath you.

You ran your hands over your face, letting out a shaking breath, trying to steady your breath, in an attempt to keep your thoughts from Donnie. But that battle was over before you could even take up arms, with memories of you and Donnie’s small night conversations that turned into promises made during midnight. Your pinky promises when you promised each other to stay friends forever, and your later hugs and kisses, planning your future together.

You felt a tear rolling down your cheek, when you realized just how many promises to each other you and Donnie had broken, that day a 100 days ago. Surprising how something that once meant the world could just disappear. But yet again, here you were, slowly beginning to wonder if it actually ever disappeared.

Så' det tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage.. / Tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage / Tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage.. (yeah) / Nu er det tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage.

(So it is time to - time to take it back.. / Time to - time to take it back / I’ve missed you for a 100 days / Time to - time to take it back.. (yeah) / Now it’s time to - time to take back).

It didn’t take long before you found yourself pacing back and forth in your living room, with your latest revelation unable to rest within you. In less than a few hours, it had become obviously clear, that you missed Donnie. You missed having him in your life, and you missed having your arms around him and your lips against his. You missed his voice and all the ways he made you feel.

You could not lie to yourself any longer - you wanted Donnie back.

Jeg glemte helt at se dig / Du glemte helt at be 'mig / Om det du havde brug for / Som jeg bare sku' ha givet dig af mig selv.

(I totally forgot to see you / You totally forgot to ask me / About what I needed / Which I had to give from myself).

Just like you, Donnie had been a mess since he returned with his brothers to the lair. He refused to talk to the others about it, retreating to his bedroom, shutting out all those that tried to have a word of comfort with him.

Donnie dropped straight onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling absolutely lost. He had not expected to see you again, and neither had he expected that the sight of you would hit him like this. And with that came every memory back to him. Every loving look, every sweet word, and every passionate night you spend in each other’s arms. And with all the good memories, Donnie couldn’t help but remember how the two of you basically took the best thing you had, and forgot to take care of it. You started to take your love for each other for granted, and do all the things you used to, in order to keep your relationship alive. And there were many things. You both had been doing it, with neither of you being the only one to blame. You and Donnie had been busy, spending less and less time together due to your hectic schedule. It didn’t help that neither of you spoke about it, letting the other know what you were feeling or needing. Both of you tried to better your relationship on your own, forgetting to communicate. And with that, it was no surprise that your relationship slowly began to falter, with neither of your being able to fix it before it was too late.

Og gensidig kærlighed / Er hårdt slid og ærlighed / Vi glemte det og tabte / Begge to.

(And mutual love / Is hard work and honesty / We forgot and dropped / Both of them).

Donnie turned over in his bed, resting his head against the pillow. The same pillow you had laid against so many nights before, smiling and giggling as you and Donnie would whisper to each other in the night, making sure neither of his brothers would hear your secret words of love and passion.

As Donnie’s fingertips traced over the pillow, he started to wonder; if the two of you had done more - together - would you still be happy in each other’s arms? Would you still lay here in Donnie’s arms with your head resting against his pillow, right where his hand was right now?

Alle vores kys / Lige på tungen / Hver en solopgang / Der blev forsømt / Strømmen tog det med / Alt det, men uanset hvor det blev af (åh yeah).

(All of our kisses / Right on the tongue / Every sunrise / That was neglected / The stream took it along / All that, but no matter where that went (oh yeah)).

It was hard for Donnie, not to think back on all the things you used to do together in his bed. How you would hide away from the others and cuddle for hours on end, talking about everything you had in mind and in your hearts. The way your nights would become passionate with long kisses and lingering touches, before you would find ways to get familiar with each other and the way you would love when being physical.

The next day you and Donnie would wake up, still with your legs and arms around each other, finding that you had been sleeping in while the rest of the lair was up and awake. But that didn’t matter to you and Donnie. Instead you would pull each other as tight as possible, enjoying the calmness of his bed for as long as possible, before your rumbling stomachs forced you to go and eat something.

Så' det tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage / Tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage.

(So it is time to - time to take it back / Time to - time to take it back / I’ve missed you for a 100 days).

And as Donnie laid there in bed, remembering all of the things you used to do together - how much you have loved each other, and how it had been eating at him, for the first 99 days after you broke up, Donnie couldn’t deny it any longer. He missed you. He had missed you ever since you broke up, and he had been missing you long before that. Donnie could not go on for a day more without you. A 100 days was enough, and he wouldn’t make it to 101. No way. He wouldn’t. He just couldn’t.

And so, without a word, Donnie got up from his bed, and quickly rushed out of the lair before Splinter or any of his brothers could stop him. He knew exactly was he was going to do. Something he should have done long before.

100 dage er ingen tid målt op imod evighed / Men 100 dage er en evighed målt op imod - kærlighed.

(A 100 days is no time measured against eternity / But a 100 days is an eternity measured against - love).

You had finally managed to get your shoes and jacket off, but was at this point just walking around your apartment aimlessly, still not feeling whole. You felt empty, like your heart was just rolling around inside of you with every step, with nothing to support it.

It was there as you moved around your home, trying to do something, in the hopes that it would get your mind off of Donnie, that the face you hadn’t been able to get out of your head, showed up just outside your window. For a moment you thought that you had lost your mind. That your brain was in so much longing, that it had started to play tricks on you in order to cope. But then you saw the pained expression on Donnie’s face, followed by his knuckles knocking against your window, asking you to open up.

Nu er det tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage (baby) / Nu er det tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage / Tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage (baby) / Og der skal to til - to til at ta' det tilbage / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage / Tid til - tid til at tage det tilbage (hey) / Og der skal to til - to til at ta' det tilbage / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage.

(Now it’s time to - time to take it back (baby) / Now it’s time to - time to take it back / I’ve missed you for a 100 days / Time to - time to take it back (baby) / And it takes two to - two to take it back / I’ve missed you for a 100 days / Time to - time to take it back (hey) / And it takes two to - two to take it back / I’ve missed you for a 100 days).

You rushed over to the window and quickly opened it, letting the mutant crawl into your living room. You noticed how he looked exactly like you felt - like he had been plagued mentally and physically. You could almost guess what he had been thinking about, yet you did not dare to do so, fearing that it in some way would come back and hurt you. Yet you had a feeling that Donnie had been doing just as poorly as you had.

You and Donnie stood for a moment, just looking at each other, neither of you really sure what to say. But silence could only be between you for so long, before you rushed to Donnie, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face against the crock of his neck, finally letting your emotions out in the form of salty tears. Donnie wasted no time pulling you in close, hiding his head against the side of yours, slowly letting his own tears fall. It felt nice to finally have each other back in your arms.

Savnet dig.. / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage… / Jeg savner dig.. / Jeg har savnet dig i 100 dage… / Savnet dig i 100 dage…

(Missed you.. / I’ve missed you for a 100 days… / I’m missing you / I’ve missed you for a 100 days… / Missed you for a 100 days…).

“I’m sorry”, Donnie finally choked out, his arms tightening  around you. “I’ve missed you”.

“I’ve missed you too”, you whimpered, leaning your head back just enough to look him in the eyes. “And I’m the one that should say sorry. I was no better. I’m so sorry Donnie”.

Donnie’s lower lip trembled for a moment, as his eyes scanned over your face, before he finally let his lips meet yours in a long and much needed kiss, you found yourself relaxing against in an instant. And as you and Donnie slowly started to sway from side to side, refusing to let go of one another, both of you quickly agreed - you would do better this time. This time you would work together and you would make an effort. You would never take your relationship for granted, ever again.

[bottomhyunjinbuffet]

Dessert Of the Day

╰┈➤ Pairings: Sub!Hyunjin x Top! Felix

╰┈➤ Summary: Hyunjin was hungry but didn't finish his food that Felix brought to be a brat, but Felix wasn't taking it

╰┈➤ Tags: Food play, overstimulation

╰┈➤ AU; This was rushed and out there, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and if not I will redo it all just to make sure it fits the menu standards and for everyone else to enjoy!

"Felix! I'll finish it just please! Fuck!" Hyunjin whimpered, trying to get out of the cuffs that had him stuck, his hands being cuffed to the headboard, but they were the metal ones, the fuzzy ones for his soft tender hands. His bare chest rising and failing with whipped cream and strawberries even shaking with each quick breath he took, practically shaking while his legs were forced to be open while his cock was being tortured.

Felix squeezing the tip repeatedly while using hyunjin's favorite vibrator to mess with him. But another one in his ass just to get the maximum effect. Watching Hyunjin through his hair, he could see him trying to keep his eyes opened, but they were constantly rolling into the back of his head. The sweat constantly dripping down from his face to the bed, Felix knew they would have to change the sheets, but it would all be worth it.

Slowly tilting his head to the side, Felix hummed in delight at the delicious show in front of him. A whimpering, squirming hyunjin just begging to release, something he rarely ever heard but enjoyed nonetheless. How often do you hear hyungjin begging for something like his life is completely dependent on this one simply action? Rarely unless you know how to pull the strings to even get him remotely close to it.

"Hm... Maybe. I like the sounds though, reminds me of how drippy caramel is, don't you agree?" Hyunjin quickly nodded his head, his toes curling like his dull nails were digging into the palm of his sweat hands, most likely even leaving marks at the scene of it, but it was a beautiful sight nonetheless. "Besides, I can't let this all go to waste now, I'd be so sad." With a fake pout, Felix leaned over, slowly licking the whipped cream off the spots he placed them on, eating the strawberries slowly while enjoying the sight of tears.

The toys were out, tossed to side of the bed ti rest for a while. Leaving a poor, tired and huffing hyunjin on the bed, trying to calm down with his shaking legs spread out, his eyes trying to scan his surroundings again, staring up at a smiling Felix, who slowly let his hands free from the cuffs.

"Looks like you'll be finishing your food from now on, hm?" Felix sat next to the tired hyunjin, watching him trying tog et his breathing back on track and move in his own sweat, twitching and shaking from his three releases and knew he couldn't take anymore. If he tried he was gonna lose his mind or maybe even just pass out.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, I got the best bath ready since maybe, Chan should be home and I can change the sheets." Hyunjin only let out a whimper while felix stood up, peaking out of the room to see a confused Chan slowly walking up the stairs with his duffle bag. "Let me guess, I'm on bath duty again?" "You know me so well dear."

[leiawritesstories]

scaredy-cat

@throneofglassmicrofics August prompt "Ferris Wheel"

here have some TOG gang county fair antics hehe ;) written while i unfortunately cannot go on fair rides because of recovery

word count: 1.2k (oops)

warnings: swearing, various antics, heights

enjoy!!!

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"Absolutely not." Rowan stepped between Aelin and Fenrys, looking suspiciously at the matching smirks the two blondes wore. "I don't like that look, Ae."

"What look?" She threw her boyfriend an innocent smile. "We're just talking about which rides we want to go on next."

"Sadly, you weren't an option," Fenrys snickered.

Rowan's eyes just about bugged out of his face, and he punched the cackling Fenrys in the shoulder. "The fuck?!"

"Calm down, boys," Aelin said, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. "Ro, babe, I promise I'll be safe." She dropped her voice to a throaty whisper. "Unless you don't want to be safe."

"Gods above." He wiped a hand down his face, fighting the way his blood rushed south. "Do I need to tie you down?"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she hummed.

"Get a fuckin' room already!" Lorcan yelled, passing by with Elide sitting on his shoulders.

Rowan just flipped him off. "I think the roller coaster is closed by now, Ae," he said to his girlfriend. It had been dark for well over an hour, and most of the rides at the county fair had closed for the night.

"We were thinking the Ferris wheel," Aelin replied. "There's lights on it, and it runs all the time." She tucked herself into Rowan's side and laced her fingers with his. "I know you're not the biggest fan, but it's probably the safest ride at the fair, you hovering buzzard."

"I don't hover," he sighed, tapping the end of her nose. "I just...fuck, I don't like the idea of the ride stopping with you all the way up at the top there."

"What if you sit with me, and I can prove I'm okay if the ride stops for a couple minutes?" She winked. "I'll keep you safe, big guy."

Aedion groaned theatrically and clapped his hands over his ears. She hadn't even noticed that her cousin was walking beside her. "Can you two keep it PG for ten fucking seconds?" he complained. "Can't go ten feet without you two making eyes at each other."

"Oh yeah?" Aelin raised a brow at her irreverent cousin. "What about you flirting with every other person we walk past? You think I asked to be subjected to that?"

"Hey, hey, no fighting, kids," Rowan teased. "I can think of better ways to pass the time." He smirked wickedly at Aelin and looped his arm around her hips.

"Fucking hell!" Aedion yelped and hurried off, pretending to scrub out his eyes.

Aelin snickered. "One of these days, I swear he's gonna ask you to duel or something."

Rowan smirked. "Bring it on."

She jabbed him in the side. "I don't need either of you two idiots ending up in the hospital, babe." They came up to the Ferris wheel and got in line, and there were few enough people waiting for the ride that the line moved quickly. Within a couple of minutes, they'd shown their wristbands to the attendant and climbed into the steel car, securing the bar across their laps.

As their car slowly began to rise, Rowan inhaled softly and splayed one hand on Aelin's thigh, his posture tense. She leaned into his side, placed her hand atop his, and exhaled deeply, encouraging him to breathe with her. "I'm right here," she murmured. "'S'okay, babe." He slowly relaxed, enough that he could look out over the fairgrounds as they rose into the air, the Ferris wheel moving in a steady mechanical circle.

On their third rotation, the cars slowed, letting people on and off, and Rowan tensed up again as they climbed towards the top of the wheel. Aelin ran her hand up his leg, and he sucked in a sharp breath, tense for reasons other than their height. "What," he asked in a low, hoarse rasp, "do you think you're doing, Ae?"

"Distracting you, scaredy-cat" she practically purred. "Is it working?" Her hand crept higher.

"Aelin," he groaned, catching her wrist. "Tease."

"You love it."

"Sweet fuckin' gods!" Lorcan's voice shattered their little bubble. "The cars ain't soundproofed!"

Giggling, Aelin sat up. "There's no need to let your jealousy show, Lorky," she snickered. "I'm sure Ro would let you have a ride with him if you asked nicely."

"Oh, what the fuck." There was a thump like a fist striking the steel side of the car and Lorcan went silent.

Rowan, whose face was a heated shade of scarlet, flicked Aelin a sideways glance. "I'm not gonna---"

"Don't worry, babe." She kissed the corner of his lips. "I can get pretty possessive, and while I won't judge you for your past lovers, I don't want to share."

"Good." His hand returned to her thigh, thumb stroking lazily up and down. "I'm not sharing you either."

The Ferris wheel moved beneath them, and their car slowly circled back down to the ground. When they stopped, Rowan pushed up the safety bar and lifted Aelin out of the seat. She chuckled and whispered "caveman" in his ear, but gladly hopped onto his back and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her piggyback down the packed dirt path, only stopping when she rapidly drummed her fingers on his shoulder when she saw a funnel cake stand.

"Do you really need more greasy fair food, love?" he teased.

She pretended to be shocked. "What's a fair without a stomach ache?" Fenrys ran past, heading for the food truck, and she took off after him. "Bet I can eat a funnel cake faster than you can."

"Twenty bucks." He shook hands with her and proceeded to buy two funnel cakes despite her protest that she could pay for her own. He set both plates down on a picnic table and beamed at her. "Ready to lose?"

"Like hell I'm losing." With a wickedly playful grin, she sat down across from him and quietly tore open a packet of powdered sugar behind her back. "Three, two, one...go!" On go, she flung the powder in Fen's face, and he coughed and waved at the cloud of sugar as she tore into her funnel cake.

"No fair!" he squawked when he regained his voice.

Aelin licked the last crumbs of her funnel cake off her fingers and grinned at him. "Never said I had to play fair, Fenny boy." He huffed indignantly and took a massive bite of his half-eaten funnel cake, and she chuckled. "Pay up?"

"Gonna make me go broke," he grumbled, but he handed over a twenty. Just before the cash passed into her hand, he stopped, and a grin lit up his face. "Wanna go double or nothing?"

"Oh no you don't," she laughed, plucking the money from his grasp. "Last time you asked me that, I somehow found myself on Lorcan's roof, and that's not something I wanna repeat."

"Boring," Fenrys drawled.

Rowan rolled his eyes. "More like safe." Groans arose from around the table at Rowan's favorite word, but he just laughed and flipped them all off. "Nothing wrong with being safe."

"I'm gettin' sleepy," Aelin whispered into his ear before the others could rib him for being overbearing. "Wanna take me to bed?"

If they hadn't been very much in public, he probably would have thrown her over his shoulder. "We're gonna head home," he said as he stood up, her hand in his.

"Be safe!" Aedion yelled as they walked towards the parking lot. Aelin flipped him off over her shoulder.

"Idiots," she chuckled.

The best idiots.

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I want something wholesome! Like him reassuring her and making her feel better!

Heart To Heart | Soshiro Hoshina

pairing: hoshina soshiro x fem. reader

genre: romance, fluff, slight hurt but plenty comfort, comedy

summary: You find out that you're the complete opposite of your boyfriend's (physical) ideal type and confront him about it.

wc: 1,4k

a/n: I hope you enjoy this little piece of work! Thank you for sending in the request anon ^^

enjoy!

You have never given it much thought, but then again, why would you? Your relationship (as cliche as it sounded) perfectly embodied the concept of the “love at first sight” trope. The both of you understood each other, your personalities clicked almost instantly. And before you knew it, the two of you were dating.

Soshiro was everything you had ever hoped for to find in a man and you firmly believed that the feelings were mutual. But here you were, allowing a coworker to strike doubt into your mind.

“I'm just sayinnnng.” Kafka was dragging his words like a cart that had a few wheels missing. The man had drunk himself into oblivion once again and you were bothered with the task of getting him to his dorm safely.

His heavy frame stood leaned against yours. With all your might, you carried the man down the dimly lit street, a singular goal resting on your mind– not dropping him. You found yourself challenged, not because you were mildly intoxicated yourself but rather because his mouth kept on blabbering and aggravating you.

The annoyance found a new height when he started to talk about a particular night, where the guys went out for a drink together.

“Before ya started dating– hic – the Vice Captain told us about his preferences.”

“What are ya talkin'bout?” You grumbled.

The both of you looked like something straight out of a comedy script. Kafkas face resembled a tomato, while the only noticeable traces of alcohol on you were found in your slurred voice.

“About how he likes his women of course!” The second those words left Kafka's lips, you felt a sting in the center of your heart.

Soshiro was not the type to brag or talk about his preferences, unless they were food related. Although you never worried about these kinds of things, sometimes you did wonder if he had visions of what his future partner would look like before he met you.

“What did he tell you that he wouldn't tell me..”

A strong grip now held Kafka's head in place. The man found himself trapped in a suffocating headlock.

“Argh! Calm down, calm down! Sheesh.” The liquor temporarily took over your body and Kafka was forced to deal with its effects.

“He said that he prefers his women, you know, on the more voluptuous side. Big chest and allat, ya know, the usual with guys! Doesn't come as a surprise to me to be honest, he's into strong women and allat it's obvious.”

Voluptuous? Strong?

A feeling of irritation now lit inside your head, replacing the previously felt concern. Kafka knew better than to mess with you in moments like these, but unfourtunartly he was far too drunk to think straight. As you released the poor man from your makeshift prison, new thoughts infiltrated your headspace.

Your strength stayed unquestioned. Years of training, practice and combat have honed your physics and allowed you to operate on a level worthy of being acknowledged by the Mina Ashiro.

But your physical form on the other hand was the furthest from what Kafka had described after he recovered his breath.

“You can't blame him, he's a man after all!”

His pathetic attempt to cover for your boyfriend bothered you even after you had reached your home. You had hoped, for the sake of Soshiro, that you'd calm down by the time you'd take your shoes off but even as you walked through the front door and were greeted by your two cats, the anger still resided inside your chest.

“There ya are! Welcome home, Love.”

You scoffed. Soshiro's voice rang cheerfully from the living room, where he was waiting for your arrival.

“How was the squad's little get together? ‘Would have loved to be there but the work of a Vice Captain is endless. Did ya enjoy yerself?”

Soshiro's smile lasted for a little while, but it slowly began to falter as he realized that your replies lacked both excitement and their usual cheerfulness. Furrowing his brows, the man followed your vanishing figure into your shared bedroom– where you began to undress and change into your nightgown.

Your boyfriend silently watched you, eyes never leaving your body.

“Did sum happen?” Soshiro frowned.

“Yes.” Your reply was kept short and clean.

Instead of denying the obvious elephant in the room, you looked the man straight into the eyes and confronted the situation.

This was absurd, you knew it was. There was nothing wrong with having a type, yet for some reason Kafka had struck a nerve you did not know you had.

“Had a little chat today with Kafka earlier. He was stupidly drunk– but his memory was amazing. He recalled you saying something about preferring your women with..you know..a little bit more on their chest.”

Soshiro felt the air in his throat blocking up, causing him to choke lightly. His eyes widened, and for a short moment, he thought that you were joking. Yet the concerned look on your face begged to differ.

Almost instantly, the look on Soshiro’s face softened. Seeing your deflated posture, struck by insecurity and doubt– your hands wrapped around your waist as if to conceal yourself from him.

It broke something in him.

“And that made you upset?”

“Maybe, why wouldn't it? I mean, look at me.” You didn't want your words to sting, yet they came out sharper than you wanted them to.

Soshiro simply stared at you for a brief moment before stepping closer.

“I prefer what ya offer, okay? All my preferences align with what ya are and how ya act, we clear?”

Tender arms found their way around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You felt all of him wrap around you, his chest transferring his warmth and comfort right to your heart.

His words always cut deep, even when he was scolding you. Questioning him felt like betraying his trust, yet you couldn't help yourself but worry. It was all written over your slightly pouted lips and the gloomy expression in your eyes.

“Whatever preferences I had before disappeared when I met ya, Y/n.” He gently whispered into your ears.

“Preferences don't just vanish..you know..”

“When ya meet someone who outperforms them they do. Yer literally perfect, from head to toe, and I wouldn't dare change a single thing about ya.”

You frowned. How could he always find the perfect words to comfort you? Soshiro was both skilled in combat and words, you envied him for that.

“Besides.” His eyes fell down on yours, which were expectantly looking up at him.

“When we're like this, it's like our hearts are touching. A small chest means easy access to the heart, ya know.” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my god.” You groaned and pushed the clingy individual away from you. Soshiro only laughed, his body immediately chasing after your fleeting form. He pursued you through the entire room, past the dresser and clothing rack, before he finally captured you as you tried to jump over the bed.

The both of you fell onto the soft covers, laughter fleeting your lips.

“I was really drunk when I said that, ya know? Plus, I was just tryin to get a rise out of Narumi. We was–”

“Yeahhh, I don't care about what the two of you were fighting over this time.” Your words earned you a light slap on the shoulder.

“Will you talk to Kaf-”

“Yeah, I'm absolutely beating the shit outta that guy.”

You sighed. As much as you wanted to worry about the other, a tiny part of you felt like he deserved what was coming for him after startling you so much.

Thus, the remaining night was spent in each other's arms. Hoshina played with and poked your cheeks, teasing you about your short moment of insecurity. But he made it up to you by showering you with his love and affection afterwards.

*

Bonus

The next day

“Vice Captain? You wanted to speak to me?” Kafka carefully slipped past the crack in the door, his eyes scanning his surroundings thoroughly.

“Oh, yes, come in.” The Vice Captain was pacing around the training room, mind in deep thought even after Kafka had closed the door behind himself. He had no idea why he had been summoned but an unwell feeling dwelled inside his chest.

The anxiety only grew when he noticed the malicious aura surrounding the pacing Vice Captain.

He should have called in sick today.

Kafka’s eyes darted towards the benches, where a bottle of water and a handful of bandages and band aids laid ready for use. He gulped.

“I'm pretty sure you know what is about to happen. I'll be giving you a physical demonstration of what happens when a cadet steps outta line, Hibino.”

a/n: Kafka would never say/act like this! So please forgive the mischaracterization, it's for the plot > <

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World’s apart-8 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part eight | warnings: angst, Dorian. . . | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; Pain and suffering one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he’s not meant for this world, but maybe he is meant for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Disclaimer; Nehemia doesn’t exist in this world, okay?

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Celaena’s POV

The only sounds were the dripping of melting ice from the remnants of winter, spring finally making an appearance, and the sounds of pages flipping accompanied by the soft snoring of Fleetfoot beneath her feet.

Her eyes burned from hours of scanning books, now, she just saw the words not really reading them, “we should take a break, we’ve been at this for hours.” Azriel said from where he was lounging next to her. Those mysterious glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, one of those lovely scarred hands of his held the Walking Dead, the book appearing in their room late on night, his other hand rubbing her sock covered feet from where she had carelessly put them on his lap. Celaena made a contemplative sound in response. Putting down the book she was scanning and getting off the bed, not noticing how Azriel’s hands had tightened on her feet as if he hadn’t wanted to let them go before he eventually did.

Celaena let out a comical yawn and stretched her arms out wide, the male behind her watching her move, although his gaze could be unnerving sometimes, it was also comforting, it was nice to know someone was watching her back. Something a friend would do.

And the Gods knew she could use a friend, even if Azriel wasn’t around long, his company was still nice.

Celaena was nearly out the door, walking past Dorian, when Azriel grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn around, she practically fast-planted into his chest but looked up at him anyway. Finding his piercing gaze on her once more. She couldn’t describe the way he looked at her, there were so many emotions swimming around in those pools of whiskey, he looked at her in a way no one had before, not even her own parents. He looked at her as if he saw her. Saw her and was not afraid. . .

He cleared his throat, his grip still tight but not painful, his scars touching her own, “you forget shoes—and a jumper,” he said, his voice clear. “Right. Of course,” she said, still looking at him.

Both of them stood there, watching eachother intently, breaths mingling from how close they were to one another, Celaena’s gaze flickered from his lovely eyes to his lips, and wondering how they would feel against hers.

It was complete silence for a few minutes before another throat was cleared, this time coming from the couch, Dorian, they both whipped their heads to the prince, finding him rapidly blinking and smiling slightly, “am I interrupting something? If so, I can be quiet, ” He said. His voice gravely from lack of water. Celaena pulled away from Azriel and picked up a glass of water that had been sitting on a small table and handed it to Dorian, sitting down next to him as he drank deeply from the glass.

“How are you feeling?” She said after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, the prince put down the glance and turned to face her, she winced slightly at his expression, “I’ve been better, but not bad. Honestly. It was nice to get to sleep in. Though, I have to ask, how did no one find out where or why I was gone for what. . . Two days—” “three, three days,” Azriel cut in. Dorian looked to the male finally. Frowning deeply at him before turning back to her.

“Uh,” shit, how had she kept everyone from asking questions? That hadn’t even crossed her mind, not good, Celaena would have to look into that. Later.

She gave her friend—or whatever she called him—her fakest smile, watching as he huffed, clearly pleased, she knew without looking that Azriel saw straight through that smile. “I have my ways.” She said simply, getting up from the couch and groaning as her knees ached, her knees had never been good. But they had gotten especially worse in the past few months. She’d simply chalked it up to the weather.

She walked out of the room, leaving them in there alone, she needed a break from this and even though Celaena’s walk had been interrupted, that didn’t mean she couldn’t do something to take her mind off things, bath it was, she turned the tap on and watched patiently as the water poured into the tub. Steam rising up to meet her face.

She put a variety of soaps and scented things in the bath before getting it, instantly calming at the heat, hot things had always had a way of doing that, Arobynn had wanted to see how much heat I could handle, faint burn marks on her arms as proof of his curiosity, Celaena swished around the water. Watching the water flow over and around her skin. It felt cleansing almost.

If she could even be cleansed, that is.

The knocking on the bathroom door pulled her out of her thoughts, “come in,” she said, not looking at who it was, hopefully it wasn’t Dorian, because it would end up with him in this bath with her. Whether she wanted him in with her or not. She had not a clue what that man saw in her, then again, he could fall for a pebble and be okay with it, he probably was.

She heard the door open and someone walk in, their footsteps near silent, Azriel then, Chaol didn’t possess the gift of silence.

A sharp inhale of air made her turn around to find Azriel staring at her, no, not her, her back.

-

Azriel’s POV

He couldn’t stop staring at her back, it was brutalised, he wasn’t disgusted by it, Cauldron no, he was furious. Furious that someone had done that to her. When he found the person that did this to her. . .

“You’re staring,” Celaena said blankly, there was fear in her eyes, fear that she would be judged, he knew that feeling all too well. “Who did this to you?” Azriel asked quitely. Not straying from the skin, it looked like whip marks, he only knew that because he had inflicted them before, he still heard the cracking when he slept—or tried to—“I was. . . I was a slave, in Endovier, a salt mine. When I stopped or didn’t exceed in my job the Overseer would use his whip. He would sometimes use it even when I had behaved.”

There was red hot anger coursing through Azriel as he thought of all the ways he could repay that Overseer— “he’s dead,” she said, reading his thoughts, “since he gave me a metal tipped whip for my eighteenth birthday, I gave him a picaxe in the stomach for his.” He blinked at the calm fury so blatant on her face, “good girl,” he said, a slight smile on his face, she didn’t return it, simply turning around again.

Sensing that she wasn’t in the mood for talking, he left, heading for their bed.

-

Azriel was reading when Celaena finally came out of the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around her, she crawled into bed, turning her back on him, perhaps he had asked too much about her past. If she had been in Endovier when she was eighteen then it had only been a year since. It had taken Azriel centuries to even be able to look at his hands, how could he expect her to open up so soon?

He blew out the candle and laid down, he stared up at the ceiling for a while, perhaps a few hours, it wasn’t until he felt her shivering that he strayed from his thoughts, Celaena pulled the blankets tighter around herself but still shook, he had a feeling the cold she was experiencing was not from the temperature, a different sort of cold. A wicked sort.

Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, his chest meeting her back, he held her tighter until the shivering stopped, but when he went to let go, he found she would not let go, instead moving as close to Azriel as she could, and he could’ve sworn a smile bloomed on her face when he didn’t stop her.

The End.

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Chapter 44

This is a Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

Y/N listened to Toji's words, the weight of his devotion pressing down on her. The silence that followed was heavy with the gravity of what he had just revealed. The bond they shared, the lives they had lived together, it was almost too much to comprehend. She could see the depth of his emotions in his eyes, the same unwavering devotion that had persisted through countless lifetimes.

As she absorbed the enormity of what he had said, a question began to form in her mind. How did he know each time? Was he like her, dying and waking up in a new body, retaining memories of their past lives? Or was he something else entirely—some sort of immortal being whose existence transcended the boundaries of a single lifetime?

The idea of immortality was both fascinating and frightening. If Toji was indeed immortal, it would mean that his devotion had never wavered, had never been interrupted by the cycle of death and rebirth that Y/N herself experienced. But if he was like her, if he died and was reborn anew, how did he manage to retain the memories and the strength of his feelings?

Y/N looked at Toji, her gaze filled with both curiosity and concern. "Toji," she began softly, her voice trembling slightly, "how do you know each time? Do you die and wake up in a new body like I do? Or are you... something else entirely? How does it work?"

Toji's expression softened, and for a moment, he seemed to be considering how best to explain. His eyes, usually so full of unwavering resolve, held a trace of something almost vulnerable. He opened his mouth, as if to replay a memory, but the words seemed to falter on his lips. He looked away, lost in thought, and Y/N could see the struggle in his gaze as he tried to find the right way to convey the truth.

The silence that followed was filled with anticipation, the weight of unspoken memories hanging heavily between them. Toji's mouth was slightly open, but no words emerged just yet. Y/N held her breath, waiting for him to bridge the chasm of understanding that lay before them.

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The streets of the bustling city were a maze of shadows and noise, the clamor of daily life mixing with the cacophony of distant sirens and the hum of far-off conversations. Toji, now just a small boy of perhaps six or seven, moved through the crowd with practiced ease. His clothes were ragged, barely enough to keep out the cold, and his eyes darted around constantly, searching for any opportunity to grab a stray coin or a forgotten wallet.

Life on the streets was a daily struggle for survival, but Toji had adapted to the harsh realities of his world with a sharp instinct and a quick, nimble body. His heart, though hardened by the countless battles and betrayals of his past lives, still beat with a deep, unspoken longing—a longing for something more, something he could scarcely remember but that lingered in his dreams.

As he maneuvered through the throng of people, his gaze fell upon a girl standing on the corner of the street. She was roughly fifteen, her appearance clean and well-kept compared to the other passersby. Her clothes were simple yet elegant, and her demeanor radiated an air of quiet confidence. Toji’s instincts flared, and he saw an opportunity—a chance to snatch a few coins and slip away before anyone noticed.

He approached with calculated casualness, eyes fixed on her purse as he drew nearer. But just as he was about to reach out, something extraordinary happened. The moment he drew close enough to catch a glimpse of her face, a flood of memories came rushing back—memories of a different time, a different life. The face before him was not just any girl; it was her. Y/N. 

The memories hit him with the force of a tidal wave—her face, her voice, the way she had taken him in, the warmth of her hands as she cleaned his wounds and fed him. He remembered her kindness, her patience, the nights they had spent together where she had taught him to read and write. Everything that had been buried deep within him, locked away by the passage of years and the harshness of his existence, surged forth, bringing with it a mixture of shock and overwhelming emotion.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, Toji stood frozen, staring at her as if he were seeing a ghost. His fingers, so accustomed to the art of thievery, trembled slightly. He felt as though he were back in that first life, a scared, helpless boy once again, but now with the full weight of all the years and lives that had followed.

Y/N, noticing his hesitation and the look of recognition in his eyes, smiled softly. Her smile was familiar, the same one that had been so comforting in that past life. “Hello, Toji,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that cut through the cold air.

The sound of her voice was like a balm to his wounded soul, soothing the deep ache he had carried for so long. Toji’s heart raced, a rush of emotions flooding through him—joy, confusion, and a profound sense of relief. He fell to his knees, his small frame trembling as he tried to process the impossibility of their meeting.

“Oyakata-sama,” he managed to say, his voice breaking as he addressed her with the reverence and respect that had always been a part of their bond. “It’s… it’s really you…”

The name felt strange on his lips now, as if he had not spoken it in years, yet it came naturally, a testament to the deep connection they had shared. Toji’s eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief, his heart aching with the realization that she was here, in this life, in front of him.

Y/N knelt down beside him, her expression softening as she reached out to touch his shoulder. “Yes, Toji. It’s me,” she said gently. “I’ve missed you.”

The words seemed to dissolve the last remnants of Toji’s hardened exterior, revealing the vulnerable child who had once relied on her for everything. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked up at her, the boyish face now framed with a depth of emotion that spoke of countless lifetimes spent in search of this very moment.

As Y/N extended her hand to help him up, Toji took it with a trembling grip, the touch bringing with it a surge of memories and emotions from their past life. The world around them faded into the background as they stood together, reunited after so many years apart.

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Toji’s eyes held a depth of emotion as he looked at Y/N, the memories of their past life still fresh in his mind. The room was quiet, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible through the walls. Y/N sat across from him, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“That's one way I remember you,” Toji began, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him. “But there’s more to it. I don’t just remember because of moments like that.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean? How else do you remember?”

Toji took a deep breath, the weight of his words heavy on his shoulders. He began to speak slowly, carefully, as if choosing each word with deliberate precision - as if each memory was painful,.

Toji's life in this new existence was marked by both hardship and an unwavering sense of purpose. He had been born into a modest family, his parents kind and loving, their lives defined by the struggles of poverty. From a young age, Toji had learned the value of hard work. His days were filled with laborious jobs—hauling bricks, working in fields, and anything else that could provide a little extra income. Despite the relentless grind, he never lost sight of his goal: to find Y/N again.

Each day, he would work tirelessly, saving every spare coin, driven by an almost instinctual need to be reunited with her. The memories of their past lives were a constant presence in his mind, an anchor that kept him focused. He had been granted the name Y/N used to call him, and he carried it with a sense of reverence and determination.

As the years passed, the nagging feeling that she needed him grew stronger. It was an urgency that gnawed at him, a persistent whisper that urged him to search for her, to find her and fulfill the promise he had made in their previous life. Toji knew that he could not rest until he had found her once more.

By the time he reached the age of twenty-five, he had saved enough money to embark on a journey to find her. He had no clear direction, no specific location to seek out, but he followed his intuition and the deep connection that guided him. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety as he approached the town where he had a strong sense she might be.

It was a small, bustling town, filled with commoners going about their daily lives. Toji wandered through the streets, his eyes scanning every face, every passerby, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. The familiarity of the place, the hum of the town, all seemed to amplify the urgency of his search.

After days of searching, he finally arrived at a modest home on the outskirts of town. It was a small, unassuming house, and as he approached, his heart pounded in his chest. He knocked on the door, the sound echoing with a mix of hope and trepidation.

The door creaked open, and there she was.

Y/N stood before him, her eyes wide with surprise and recognition. She was now a twelve-year-old girl, a commoner living a simple life, but there was no mistaking the warmth and familiarity in her gaze. She looked at Toji with a mixture of astonishment and joy, her face lighting up with a radiant smile.

"Y/N," Toji said, his voice filled with emotion as he addressed her by the name she had granted him. His eyes shone with a mixture of relief and affection, the years of separation melting away in an instant.

Her smile widened, and she stepped forward, her eyes misting with tears of happiness. "Toji!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. "I’ve missed you."

Without a second thought, she embraced him, her small arms wrapping around him in a hug that spoke of the years they had been apart. Toji’s heart swelled with emotion as he held her close, feeling the weight of their shared history and the bond that had endured through lifetimes.

“I’ve missed you too,” Toji replied, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been searching for you, trying to find you again. I felt that you needed me.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with tears. “I did need you. I’ve been waiting, hoping you would come back.”

The relief and joy in Toji’s heart were palpable as he looked at her. He could see the echoes of their past lives in her eyes, the same warmth and kindness that had drawn him to her all those years ago. Despite the changes in their circumstances, the connection between them remained as strong as ever.

“Toji,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m so glad you found me. I was afraid I’d never see you again.”

Toji smiled, his eyes filled with love and dedication. “I promised I would find you, and I kept that promise. We’re together again, and that’s what matters.”

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Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. The revelations from Toji had stirred up a maelstrom of emotions and questions, and she felt the need to clarify her understanding of their shared history.

“I need to clarify something about our past lives,” Y/N began, her voice steady. “From my perspective, I don’t have any memories of the lives you mentioned in ancient Japan. Based on the current timeline and my own recollections, I believe you would have met Y/N Haibara first, then Y/N Orimoto, followed by Y/N L/N, and now Y/N Yoshiro. These are the only lives I have direct memories of, other than assuming my very first life was Y/N Ubuyashiki.”

Toji listened intently, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. “So you don’t recall the lives we shared in ancient Japan at all?”

Y/N shook her head slowly. “No, I don’t. When I wake up in a new body, I don’t retain any memories from the previous one. The details of my past lives are lost to me and the same can be said about the bodies original memories. I can only remember certain core aspects about myself—primarily my cursed energy and the desire to create followers. These are traits that persist, but the specific memories of each individual life are not accessible to me.”

Toji’s face fell, the weight of her words clearly affecting him. “I see. So, you only carry over certain elements of who you are, rather than detailed recollections of each life.”

“Yes,” Y/N confirmed. “I retain a general sense of my identity and some inherent traits, but not the intricate details or personal experiences from past lives.”

Toji’s expression grew contemplative, and he took a moment to process her explanation. “So, when you say your first life was Y/N Ubuyashiki, that’s based on your current understanding and not direct memory?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied, her gaze steady. “I’ve pieced together this understanding from the lives I remember and the patterns I’ve observed. I don’t have personal memories from that life, but it seems to align with what I know of our history.”

Toji’s eyes met hers with a sense of solemn recognition. “Actually, Y/N Ubuyashiki was indeed the life from which I have the most vivid memories of our shared past. That was my first life with you. I was there with you, and I remember those moments clearly.”

Y/N looked at him, a mix of curiosity and empathy in her eyes. “So, the life I assumed was my first, Y/N Ubuyashiki, was the one where we had our most significant connection for you?”

“Toji nodded, his gaze softening. “Yes, that’s correct. The bond we shared in that life was profound and has remained with me through the ages.”

The realization settled between them, a poignant reminder of the enduring connection they had across different lifetimes. Despite the fragmented memories and the loss of specifics, the bond they shared was a constant presence in both of their lives.

Y/N took a moment to process Toji's words, her mind racing with questions. The realization of their deep and enduring bond across lifetimes was both comforting and perplexing. She turned to Toji with a thoughtful expression.

“Since these lives are so close in time and experience, how do you know for sure that it was me?” she asked, her curiosity evident. “How can you be certain that the Y/N you remember is the same as the one in these other lives?”

Toji met her gaze with a contemplative look, as if weighing how best to explain. “It’s not just the memories alone that confirm it,” he said slowly. “There are certain nuances and feelings that transcend mere recollection. The essence of who you are—your presence, your influence—remains constant, even if the details change.”

Y/N nodded, still trying to grasp the full extent of his statement. “I see. So, it’s more about the essence of our connection than the specific details?”

“Yes,” Toji confirmed. “The bond we share has a unique quality that persists through all our lives. It’s something beyond just memories—something deeper.”

As he spoke, Toji’s eyes took on a distant look, as if he were reaching into a past that was both vivid and intangible. He seemed to gather his thoughts, preparing to share something meaningful.

Y/N watched him, sensing that he was about to reveal something significant. The anticipation in the air was palpable.

Toji finally opened his mouth, his expression shifting as he began to recount a memory—a memory that promised to shed light on the connection they had shared across lifetimes.

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The late 1900s brought a chill to the air as Toji stood on the shore, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The dim light of the setting sun cast long shadows over the water, turning it into a mirror of gold and darkness. He watched, a heavy weight settling in his chest, as the boat slowly sank into the depths of the sea, carrying Y/N’s body with it.

She had passed away from a lingering illness, a quiet suffering that had claimed her life after years of valiant struggles. It was her final wish—to be laid to rest in the sea, the place she had found solace in this life. Toji had honored that wish, even though the task had been an excruciating one.

The weight of grief was almost unbearable. Toji had wanted to follow her into the depths, to end his own suffering in the wake of her loss. But Y/N, even in her final moments, had left him with a request: to live a long life. Her words, spoken in a soft, almost pleading tone, had been a final gift—a command wrapped in love.

He had promised her, even as his heart shattered, that he would live. It was the one thing he could do for her, the one way he could honor her memory. And so, he had endured, navigating a world that seemed dimmer without her presence.

Years passed, and with each day, the ache of her absence became a familiar companion. Toji lived through the changes of the century, adapting to the shifts in society and technology. His grief slowly transformed into a dull, persistent ache, always there but not always forefront in his mind.

One evening, less than five years after the day he had buried her, Toji found himself in a bustling city. The streets were filled with the clamor of a world that was rapidly evolving. As he wandered through the crowded avenues, his gaze fell upon a woman who looked remarkably familiar.

She was in her early thirties now, her presence commanding yet calm. Toji’s breath caught in his throat as he recognized her. It was Y/N, though not in the way he remembered. The face had changed, the body was different, but the essence—the aura—was unmistakable.

His heart raced as he approached her, his steps hesitant but driven by a force he couldn’t ignore. He had hoped for this moment, for a chance to see her again, but the reality of it felt surreal.

As he neared, he caught sight of a young man standing a few paces away, his dark hair tousled and eyes sharp with suspicion. Toji couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of the young man’s watchful presence making it clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his sister if necessary. Y/N’s brother, Yu, was observing, and Toji understood instinctively that any threat to her would be met with swift retribution.

Y/N turned her gaze toward Toji, her eyes meeting his with a look of mild curiosity. There was no immediate recognition in her eyes, but there was something—something in the way she carried herself, in the way she seemed to study him with an odd sense of familiarity.

Toji opened his mouth to speak, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Hello,” he said softly, his tone tentative. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but… it’s good to see you again.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling with a warmth that seemed to bridge the gap between their shared past and the present. “Hello,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The exchange was brief but profound. Toji could sense that she felt something, a vague but reassuring echo of their past connection, even if she didn’t acknowledge it outright. He took a deep breath, absorbing the moment, grateful for this new chance to be near her.

But even as he reveled in their reunion, the weight of Yu's gaze remained a constant reminder of the potential danger that lingered. Toji knew he had to tread carefully; his presence here was both a blessing and a challenge. For now, he could only hope that the bond he shared with Y/N would eventually bridge the distance created by the years and the unknown threat that loomed behind her.

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Y/N listened intently as Toji began to recount the memory of the late 1900s. His voice, laden with the weight of his past, seemed to draw her into a world she had never personally known, yet one that felt eerily similar to her current experiences.

As he spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but reflect on her own situation. The scenario Toji described—the sense of recognition and the passage of time—mirrored her current difficulties with memory. Given how quickly she had returned to a new life, it made sense that she might be struggling to fully grasp or recall past experiences. The fragments of memories she held onto were like pieces of a puzzle that had been hastily assembled.

Her thoughts drifted back to the first memory she had shared with Toji, the one from their life together in ancient Japan. It had been a powerful moment, filled with emotion and connection. She found herself wondering if there were more significant details from that period that she had yet to uncover.

She turned her gaze back to Toji, her curiosity piqued. “Is there anything else you remember from that night when you found me in my first life?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with genuine interest.

Toji’s eyes softened as he considered her question. “Not that night,” he began, his tone contemplative. “But the next morning…”

He opened his mouth to continue, but his words were not yet spoken. 

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As dawn broke over the estate, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. The peaceful silence of the morning was a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night. Toji, having stayed by Y/N’s side until she fell into a deep, restful sleep, had left her room quietly. His own clothes, stained with her blood and vomit, clung to him uncomfortably. The stench of the night’s turmoil was still heavy on him, and he wanted nothing more than to change into clean garments.

He moved swiftly, navigating the quiet corridors of the manor with practiced ease. Every step was deliberate, every movement infused with a sense of urgency. His thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions—concern for Y/N, an aching desire to protect her, and a grim determination to never let her experience such suffering again.

Finally reaching his own quarters, Toji shut the door behind him and allowed himself a moment of respite. The room was sparsely decorated, a simple haven where he could retreat from the harsh realities of his life. He crossed to a small basin of water, intending to wash away the remnants of the night. As he removed his bloodstained clothes, he glanced down at his hands. They were smeared with Y/N’s blood, a stark reminder of the ordeal he had endured with her.

Without thinking, he brought one of his hands up to his mouth. The metallic tang of the blood was still fresh on his tongue. The taste was intense, almost intoxicating. As he licked his hand clean, he was taken aback by the divine quality of the taste. It was a taste that seemed to resonate deep within him, evoking a visceral reaction he hadn’t expected. 

For a moment, he hesitated, the realization of what he was doing dawning on him. But the taste was so compelling, so fundamentally satisfying, that he couldn’t bring himself to stop. It was a taste that spoke to something primal within him, something that transcended mere sustenance. 

Toji’s mind raced as he continued to clean his hands, the sensation leaving him both disturbed and strangely exhilarated. The implications of this newfound craving were unsettling, but they were overshadowed by the overriding need to protect and cherish Y/N, the girl who had become his entire world.

He finished cleaning himself and changed into fresh clothes, trying to push aside the taste and focus on the task at hand. Y/N would awaken soon, and Toji had resolved to be by her side, ready to support her in any way she needed. The bond between them had only strengthened, and he was more determined than ever to be her unwavering protector.

As he prepared to return to her side, Toji couldn’t shake the lingering taste from his mind. It was a reminder of the depth of their connection, one that was marked by both their shared suffering and the profound bond they had forged.

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Y/N sat quietly, her gaze unfocused as her mind raced through the pieces of her fragmented memories and the unsettling revelations of her past. The memories of Toji's recounting, the ancient lives, and the connection they shared had stirred something deep within her, leading her to a troubling realization.

As she replayed the conversations in her mind, it became clear that while she had followers and built bonds, the loyalty and depth of these connections were often superficial. They were built on the promises she made and the powers she wielded, but true, unwavering loyalty seemed elusive.

She wondered if the key to this missing piece of loyalty was tied to the bond she shared with Toji. Their connection had endured through countless lifetimes, transcending the superficiality of ordinary relationships. Was this the missing element she needed to truly secure the loyalty and devotion of her followers?

The idea gnawed at her, the possibility that the genuine bond she had with Toji could be the very thing she needed to solidify her control and loyalty among her followers. Her thoughts were a tangled web of possibilities, each thread pointing to the significance of this enduring connection.

Her mind finally settled on a single, pressing question. Toji’s presence was a source of both comfort and unease, and she felt the need to explore this further. She turned her gaze to him, her expression thoughtful and determined. 

“Could I have a knife?” she asked softly, her voice breaking the silence that had settled over them. 

Her request was simple, but the intent behind it was shrouded in the complexity of her thoughts and the emerging understanding of the bonds she sought to strengthen.

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Y/N held the knife delicately in her hand, its blade glinting in the soft light of the room. She had just finished changing into the new clothes Shiu Kong had brought her. After a refreshing shower, she felt more grounded, though her mind was still swirling with the weight of her recent discoveries and decisions.

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her thoughts turned to the task at hand. She needed to decide who to approach first among the people she thought could help solidify her bonds and loyalty in this life. The potential connections were numerous, each with its own set of challenges and opportunities. Her gaze flitted across the room, briefly meeting Toji’s and Shiu’s eyes. They were there for her, but her focus remained on the decision she had to make.

Gojo Satoru was the first name that came to mind. His charisma and power were unmatched, making him an ideal candidate for forming a formidable alliance. However, his overprotective and obsessive nature, especially when it came to her, made him a risky choice. The depths of his feelings for her were profound, and while that could be advantageous, it also posed a potential threat. His unpredictability and the way he handled his feelings might lead to complications that she wasn’t prepared to deal with just yet.

Then there was Nanami Kento. Solid, dependable Nanami, who had always been a rock for her, even when she didn’t deserve it. His quiet intensity and unwavering sense of duty made him a valuable ally, but also someone who could be difficult to sway if his morals were in conflict with her goals. She could sense his feelings for her, the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, the jealousy that flared when others grew too close. Could she turn that emotion into something stronger, something unbreakable?

Yu Haibara. Sweet, optimistic Yu, who had always viewed her with an innocent adoration that made her feel like a better person than she was. Yu was simple, in the best way, but he was also naïve, and she wondered if he could handle the darker aspects of what she was planning. He would follow her anywhere, of that she had no doubt.

Suguru Geto was a more complicated case. His previous jealousy and lack of respect for her relationships had pushed her to the brink. Despite his past loyalty, his inability to accept her other followers or relationships made him a dangerous choice. She had already decided to abandon him, and rekindling that connection seemed like a step backward, especially given his disruptive tendencies.

Shiu Kong, who had been reliable and supportive, presented a different challenge. His loyalty was evident, but the nature of his connection to her needed further exploration. He had been there when she needed him most, and his assistance had been invaluable. It was worth considering whether a deeper bond with Shiu could provide the stability and loyalty she required, or if he was best suited to remain a dependable ally rather than a primary focus.

Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori were potential candidates as well, though their current whereabouts were unknown. Megumi’s potential for growth and his complex relationship with her made him a promising option, but finding him would be a challenge. Yuji, on the other hand, was a wildcard. His unique situation and the mystery surrounding his current location made him a less predictable choice, though his potential for loyalty was significant if he could be located and approached successfully.

Ino Takuma. She almost dismissed him out of hand, the memory of his hurt and anger when he caught her cheating still fresh in her mind. Ino had been a good partner, loyal and earnest, but she had betrayed that trust, and she doubted he would be willing to let her back in. Besides, his own sense of justice and right would make him a difficult person to manipulate.

Hiromi Higuruma was a possibility, though their bond was still fragile, in the process of being forged. Hiromi was smart, and his sense of morality made him both a challenge and an asset. She could see potential in him, but was it too early to try and bring him fully under her control?

Yuta Okkotsu, currently in Africa, was unfortunately out of reach. His location made it impossible to approach him at the moment, and any attempt to contact him would be futile. His absence meant that she had to focus on the other candidates who were more readily available.

Maki Zenin and Todo Aoi were also off-limits for the time being. Their circumstances and current locations made them difficult to approach. Maki’s complex relationship with her and Todo’s unpredictable nature made them less viable options for immediate engagement.

Sukuna was an absolute last resort, if even that. His power was immense, but the risks of approaching him were astronomical. His dangerous nature and the unpredictability of his response made him a death wish in terms of potential alliances. It was better to focus on more feasible and less hazardous options.

Y/N’s thoughts drifted back to her current situation. She had made her decision. To build the strongest foundation for her future, she needed to focus on those whose loyalty could be nurtured and who could provide the support she required.

With a deep breath, she set the knife down on the table beside her. She glanced once more at Toji and Shiu, her decision forming clearly in her mind. Toji’s presence was invaluable, and Shiu’s loyalty was a comforting constant. But she needed to move forward with a clear plan.

Looking directly at Toji, Y/N spoke with resolve. “I need to find a way to strengthen these bonds and ensure their loyalty. It’s time to act, and I need to choose wisely who to approach first.”

Toji nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. “Who do you plan to start with?”

Y/N took a moment before replying, her mind settling on her choice. “I’ll start with someone who has shown potential for loyalty and who might benefit from a deeper connection. It’s crucial to focus on those who can be trusted and whose support will be steadfast.”

Her gaze shifted to Shiu, who watched her with an unreadable expression. “I’ll need your assistance to find and approach them. We have to be strategic in our approach.”

As she finished speaking, the weight of her decision settled over her. 

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Part 3: 3.3k words, Eris's POV

Series Index

A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

a/n: Time for Eris's POV >:)

Also, I’d just like to apologize for even the mention of the number “thirteen” for those who’ve read the TOG series. I immediately regretted it and now I feel like crying.

WARNINGS: brief mentions of drug use

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Eris

To be completely honest with himself, Eris didn’t have a damn clue what he was doing as High Lord. He was just trying to make positive changes and not follow his father’s advice on being High Lord. Sure, he’d learned how to do things like council meetings (but only violent ones) and write to lords across the court, but never one that was meant to bring positive news.

All in all, the Autumn Court was looking up into a new age of… happiness, but Eris still didn’t know what he was doing. When he’d become High Lord, he’d immediately gotten rid of his father’s council, instilled his own loyal portion of the army as guards, and set to work on finding new, creative minds to help him manage Autumn. Though he tried to not seem too radical in instilling all reasonable females, he did manage to get three females into his agricultural, economic, and foreign affairs areas. 

When peace had come to the land of Prythian officially, he felt… more free. More free than he’s ever felt in his entire life of seemingly endless battles. Battles fought in his mind, battles fought politically against his father, or physical battles against enemies of all sorts.

His changes to the Autumn Court were positive, but he just wished he knew what he was doing. Jax, the next oldest Vanserra brother who was also trained in how to be the High Lord, was no help at all. In fact, as soon as Eris had permitted him to leave as he wished as long as he caused no harm to anyone, he’d left and only came around when Eris requested it of him, like visiting Velaris in the Night Court.

So that left his only assistance lying with his mother who currently lived in another court, the High Lord of that court, which just was not a good idea when trying to show that he was still a strong leader for Autumn, or he had his other two brothers: Hue and Kuhn. However, neither of them have much experience beyond council meetings and foreign affairs. They don’t know how the military runs or how agriculture works. Sure, they knew the bare basics to know what to say when someone was talking about it, but it wasn’t enough to be useful. And Eris doesn’t even want to get started on economics. They had no experience in managing funds. At all.

Sure, they were his more friendly brothers whom he practically raised himself, but they were no help when it came to ruling Autumn.

So basically, Eris has been ruling Autumn by sheer stress and will and by taking any (and when he says any, he means any) advice he could find and trying to use it in a way to achieve his own goals. Those goals were equality and the entire Autumn Court prospering like Velaris was.

And oh how difficult it was.

Eris was currently sitting at his desk, writing a letter to a lord requesting a tax break for the year to deal with the new wage increases for his workers and to expand his farms. He was accepting, as long as the lord promised to compensate in some way like an interest payment for the next year. A mirthroot cigarette was in between two of his fingers as he smoked, breathing out the smoke. It was calming him enough to work.

However exhausted he felt, he’d failed to fall asleep just moments ago though. After returning from the Night Court, his mind kept floating back to one particular shadowsinger.

As he signed off the letter and used wax to imprint the High Lord’s seal, shaped in a maple leaf, he thought more about the male. The outfit he’d chosen tonight had looked sinfully good on him. The black dress pants hugged his ass just right and the vest. He’d never thought that Azriel was meant to be in a vest but Cauldron-

When he’d complimented Azriel, “You clean up well, shadowsinger,” he had been completely truthful. Truthfully, Azriel had looked like a 7-course meal of desserts tonight.

And he couldn’t get it out of his Cauldron-damned mind. Even with his standoffish behavior during the visit or when he’d spontaneously appeared in the Autumn Court, Eris was having trouble getting the male out of his thoughts.

It was truly a problem. Was he attracted to Azriel? Surely not; the male hated him. 

For over 500 years they’ve been enemies. Sure, most of the problem had just been a bit of miscommunication and a need for the truth to come to light, but that meant nothing. They’d still lied, hurt, and tried to kill each other plenty of times. Eris was not attracted to Azriel. It just wasn’t plausible. So Eris would have to settle for the fact that Azriel was just interesting. His magic, his Illyrian ethnicity, and the fact that he was already so mysterious as Spymaster of the Night Court.

That’s right, Eris was just interested in learning more about Azriel, which was a normal urge considering most people knew nothing about him.

Eris sighed as he set the letter back down on his desk and stood suddenly. He pushed his chair back under his desk and then groaned as he stretched his arms by folding it against his chest and using his other to go down around it to stretch it further.

He winnowed from his office to his bedroom a few doors down and lay in bed, determined to either fall asleep or at least rest. Honestly, his work-life balance was already hard enough without his sleep schedule being normal. He was either up late and woke up around nine to ten or he passed the fuck out and woke up at 3 in the morning, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. There was no in-between.

Eventually, Eris did fall asleep, but it took a while. But when he jerked awake at the sound of someone knocking on his door, he knew he’d fallen into a deeper sleep than usual. How odd.

“Eris!” Hue yelled through the door. “Wake up you overworked dickhead! It is noon!”

Eris rubbed his eyes and cursed his sleep schedule before rising out of bed to open the door before Hue could tear it down. “What?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe as Hue reluctantly lowered his fist.

“It’s noon. You should be awake by now. The council is also waiting on you in the meeting room.”

Eris groaned. “Tell them I’ll be there in a few minutes. And do not tell them I was asleep.”

Hue nodded. “I’ll tell them you were caught up with work.”

Eris nodded and then shut the door to go into the bathroom and deal with whatever bedhead he probably had.

As he glanced in the mirror, he was grumbling at the misplaced strands and part that ended up all mismatched. He picked up his brush and wet it a little to tame his wild hair. Once it looked good, he dried it with a brief flare of heat and then changed into a clean set of clothes. His back ached already, but he was too tired to keep his posture right, so he settled for tightening a red-orange corset over his dress shirt and tucking the strings back into it.

He grabbed a black hair tie just in case he needed it and then put on his red dress shoes before walking quickly down to the meeting room.

As he entered, he didn’t apologize but once he sat down, he said plainly, “I got caught up in other work. Let’s begin.”

Absolute fucking hell. That’s what council meetings were. Sure, he managed to keep people from attempting to kill each other, like meetings used to be. It used to be similar to the High Lords' meeting before the Hybern final battle. But it was still exhausting to hear so many annoying words and arguments. Honestly, it would be so easy if people could just agree. But nobody would concede to a perfectly valid point today.

He was almost relieved when he heard from a guard that the shadowsinger had been spotted, and was waiting for him just outside the wards.

Eris immediately took the opportunity to escape.

He winnowed to the front of the Forest House and began walking down the pathway toward the winged male ahead with his hands in his pocket. He was wearing the usual black set of leathers. Eris was still wondering if he ever cleaned the damn things.

As he got closer, Azriel shifted on his feet uncomfortably as Eris slowed his gait. “Come again so soon, shadowsinger?” Eris asked with a smirk. “Is the Night Court that unfulfilling? Perhaps with you coming by so often, I should put you to work.”

Azriel scoffed. “As if you could find anything that my skills are useful for,” he said.

Eris raised a brow. “Any particular reason for your visit today?” His tone was a tad more sincere and less mocking this time.

Azriel shrugged. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes, but my council can wait. Would you like to take a walk, shadowsinger?” Eris offered. Anything to get out of that damned room. He swears he’s not like his father, but sometimes the violent tendencies he has when he’s frustrated make him wonder.

Azriel stared at him for a while longer. “Why?”

“My hounds need a walk,” he conjured a lie easily. “And while you are here, seeking entertainment, you might as well come along.”

“I never said I was seeking entertainment.”

“Why else are you here then, shadowsinger? Did Rhys want to give me a time for another meeting? Surely you’re not spying on your newest allies.”

Azriel glared at him and Eris merely smiled with a corner of his mouth in victory. “You’re bored, and I can’t blame you in the slightest. I’m giving you an out, shadowsinger, from facing further questioning.”

Finally, after a seemingly endless amount of time, Azriel sighed. “Fine. Where are your hounds?”

“Just down the road,” Eris replied. “I’m sure you can survive walking a fourth of a mile.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I can, but can you?”

Eris smirked at the teasing. “Of course I can, Azriel. You might be surprised how often I take my hounds out on walks.”

Azriel's right wing twitched, which Eris had long since learned meant that the shadowsinger was mildly uncomfortable. Most likely, in this case, he didn’t know how to respond.

Eris walked past Azriel, forcing the male to turn to avoid Eris from walking into his wings. “Come along, shadowsinger. Be a good boy now.”

“I am not a dog, Eris,” Azriel growled as he followed Eris, stepping faster to walk beside him.

“Oh, but you listen just like one, don’t you?”

Azriel glowered at Eris, turning his head back to the path. Eris found it much too entertaining to rile up the shadowsinger. And good for that.

“Oh relax,” Eris said. “Don’t get your balls in a twist.”

“I was unaware you even knew what balls were,” Azriel retorted.

Eris grinned and chuckled. Now that was more like the male he expected. “You might find that I am the best person to ask regarding balls as you put them.”

“Sure,” Azriel replied sarcastically.

Eris rolled his eyes and finally spotted the cabin down the road that housed his hounds. It was warm and comfortable for their pens and allowed them more free range to go to the bathroom when they needed to through the dog door in the back. He trusted them all by now to return to the warmth inside.

“Stay there,” Eris said, pointing to the ground.

“Why?” Azriel countered, stepping past the point.

“Because,” Eris insisted, “unless you want to be tackled to the ground by twelve ghost hounds, you are going to wait right there like a good Illyrian.”

Azriel huffed and paused in his step, watching Eris walk to the door and open it.

The hounds came rushing out and Eris whistled sharply to call them back from the male who flared his wings slightly at the sight of all twelve ghost hounds rushing toward him.

Though, they were trained well, so they turned back to return to Eris after the whistle.

“Good,” Eris praised them. One moved toward Azriel again and Eris glared at the dog. “Soot,” He drawled in a disappointed tone.

The dog turned back to him and then drooped slightly and returned to Eris’s side. The little troublemaker was incapable of following simple directions sometimes, but Eris still loved him.

He noticed Azriel’s eyes straying to the left and followed his gaze while leaning down to pet Ash who’d rolled onto his back for belly rubs. His corset made it harder, but it was manageable. Oh. That’s what Azriel was looking at. A grave sat under the dogwood tree parallel to the cabin. Eris’s heart tugged for a second at the memory of placing it there.

“I’ve only lost one,” Eris explained. 

He stood and said loudly, “Sit!” The dogs sat and he walked toward Azriel slightly.

“How?” Azriel questioned without betraying any emotion in his tone.

Eris grimaced slightly. “Adria was the pup to grow up with my littlest brother. When he ran over the Spring Court border, she tried to follow and was shot by an arrow.”

“Ah,” Azriel hummed. “I was under the impression you’ve always had twelve.”

“Nope,” Eris said. “Thirteen in spirit.”

Azriel nodded and turned to look at all the other ghost hounds who had huge tongues lolling out of their mouths and violently wagging tails. “What are their names?”

“How about I tell you as we walk?” Eris suggested. “For once you seem curious, shadowsinger. I must confess I like this new look on you.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “If I’m curious, Eris, it's probably for a reason that you don’t know.”

Eris smirked. “Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it for now.” He shrugged. He whistled sharply and turned to walk down a skinnier path that forced Eris and Azriel to walk quite a bit closer if they didn’t want someone to be in front of the other.

The dogs immediately tried to sniff Azriel, either following his trail or shoving their noses into his clothing. Percy, Eris noticed, shoved his nose into the shadowsinger’s wings, and the male jumped and glared at the dog. “Call off your dogs,” Azriel growled.

“Sensitive wings?” Eris teased but waved off the dogs. “Go hunt a rabbit, you idiots,” he ordered. “Hunt!”

That sent all their ears straight up and them rushing into the woods to be the first to bring their owner something.

“Percy was my first. The hound who decided to shove his nose somewhere unwelcomed.”

“Stupid dog,” Azriel muttered.

Eris glared at him for that comment. “Percy is my most intelligent and all of them are faster than any fae alive. Many are trained in controlled aggression as well, shadowsinger.”

Azriel glanced at him and then sighed. “Fine. Not stupid. Not polite.”

Eris chuckled. “Conceding a point is rare for you, shadowsinger. But I appreciate your rewording. These dogs are the most pampered and well-trained in all of the Autumn Court.”

“What is controlled aggression?” Azriel asked.

Eris pursed his lips, thinking of how to best explain it. “I can order one of the dogs trained in it to attack someone, but as soon as I tell them to release, they will, with no hard feelings. It’s aggression, like biting and attacking and barking that is completely under my control.”

Azriel hummed in acknowledgment.

A dog came running out of the bushes, carrying a rabbit in its mouth. “Good boy Rue,” Eris commented. He conjured a leather pouch and leaned down to the dog with it open. Rue proudly dropped it in and then walked beside Eris, in between him and Azriel. Rue happily pushed his head into Azriel’s hand, whining softly.

Azriel looked down at the dog and then hesitantly petted him. Eris watched the interaction with rapt attention. He rarely saw his dogs act such a way to strangers. The sniffing had been normal for someone not trying to harm Eris, but outright friendliness was only reserved for very specific people. Like his mother, Hue, Kuhn, or Lucien. Once or twice, there’s been an instance where the hounds reacted positively to someone outside the court, like Helion, but that was it. This was new and Eris was very… interested in his dog’s opinions of Azriel.

Rue yipped happily and licked Azriel’s hand. Azriel recoiled slightly but seemed to relax into the licking. Eris knew about the scars on Azriel’s hand. Perhaps they made it more sensitive? It would make more sense to be less sensitive but what did Eris know?

(He did know a lot about burns. Just not on highly sensitive areas like the hands.)

“He likes you,” Eris commented.

“Clearly,” Azriel pointed out. “He’s very friendly.”

“Only with particular people,” Eris answered ominously.

Azriel hummed. Eris stared at him for a moment longer before turning to see three more happy hounds carrying their prizes from their hunt. Eris chuckled and opened the leather pouch again. They were catching their dinner tonight.

However, Eris still found it odd that his dogs liked Azriel so much. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe Azriel deserved a bit more trust than he got. Eris didn’t know, but his hounds’ opinions of people affected his own opinions. With Beron, they always growled. With his mother, they loved her. With any of Beron’s council, they almost outright attacked them and anyone like Helion who was pretty relaxed and peaceful overall, was ignored.

So all in all, he trusted his hounds’ judgments. So he could try and relax a little around Azriel. Maybe it’d bring out whatever his dogs were seeing in him.

After all the dogs had hunted their meals for the day, Eris turned back.

“You never told me all their names,” Azriel murmured once they turned.

Eris hummed. “You’re right. I didn’t. There are twelve, of course. Going in order of when I got them, their names are: Percy, Vixen, Selena, Cadoc, Nimbus, Sorrel, Soot, Ash, Taunya, Pyro, Rue, and Jack.”

“They’re all trained?” Azriel asked incredulously. “How long have you had them?”

“They are, shadowsinger. Don’t look so shocked. I’m sure I’d be surprised by how well your little shadows floating around you work. I’ve had Percy, however, since I was around twelve.”

“My shadows aren’t that complicated,” Azriel argued.

Eris raised a brow. “Care to share, then?”

“They just talk to me in a language nobody else can understand or hear, but they listen in on whatever they want.”

“Give me an example of something they’ve told you about me,” Eris said. “What secrets have you managed to gather?”

Azriel hummed in thought, his eyes going up before refocusing on Eris. “They tell me you woke up late today.”

Eris’s brows furrowed and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I won’t lie, then.”

“Do you work on High Lord things normally late into the night?”

Eris turned to glare at Azriel. “That’s none of your business.”

Azriel lifted a brow but didn’t reply.

Eventually, they made it back to the Forest House, luckily much later than any of the council would wait for him to return.

“I do have some paperwork to get to, shadowsinger. But I do hope you found some sort of entertainment.”

Azriel didn’t reply for a moment before he finally choked out a response when Eris didn’t move on without one. “I did.”

Eris’s lips tilted up. “Good. You aren’t so bad, shadowsinger. You just need some practice in peace.”

Azriel seemed to grimace before quickly saying, “Goodbye” and winnowing away in a swift burst of shadows.

Eris chuckled and put his dogs away, leaving the leather pouch for later when he would clean their meals for the night and add more healthy snacks into it.

When he got to his desk, he sighed as he spotted a huge pile of paper. So, he lit another cigarette and got to work.

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i had arrived at rehearsal. charlie had asked me to fill in for mads because she had schooling to do. we'd be practicing on our own for now, it wasn't technically rehearsal time for the dance but charlie wanted to get extra practice in. he was nervous because it was his first time dancing professionally.

" ready? " he smiled, plugging his phone in. i nodded and charlie started to sing. i felt butterflies in my stomach as we had gotten to the part where he lifts me up and spins me around. his eyes locking onto mine as his chin rested on my stomach.

he sets me down, doing his little dance part on the floor and places his hands on my waist. spinning me around and then lifting me up again. he places his on waist as he was going to set me down, my hands resting on his shoulder.

i remembered us at the beach, him resting his hands on my waist and me wrapping my arms around his neck. i swear, he was leaning down to kiss me but the doors opened and we jumped apart. " hey, julie's dad is buying lunch for us. what do you guys want? " jeremy asked.

charlie and i both told him our orders, he smirked and threw me a wink before walking away. "uh, you're a pretty good dancer " i smiled at charlie. he scratched the back of his neck and smiled at me. "' thanks, it means a lot coming from a dancer " he stepped closer to me.

i could feel his breath on me, our eyes met. " we should probably go " i whispered. charlie kissed the side of my head and smiled. " i can't wait for our camping trip " he smiled. i knew i wasn't going to enjoy it but i did want to spend some alone time with charlie.

that was the sacrifice i was willing to pay. i ran my hands through his hair before kissing his cheek. i grabbed my bag and nodded at him. he had done the same and we both walked out of the practice room together. a smile resting on tori's face as she walking towards us.

" i'm going have to steal your girlfriend for a moment " she wiggled her eyes brows as at charlie. i gave her a look. " she's not my girlfriend, yet " charlie told tori but mumbled the last part. i could still hear it as tori grabbed my hand and led me somewhere.

we walked into the main practice room and there stood jeremy with a familiar woman. " carolynn? " i asked as she turned around. she squealed. " kat! " we ran towards each other and i tackled her to the ground. we started to laugh and gave each other a hug.

" i'm stealing her away from you " i stuck my tongue out at jeremy who laughed. charlie had joined us and wrapped an arm around jeremy. " it's fine, owen already stole you from charlie " jeremy teased. tori, mads, savannah, and jadah had joined us.

we all laid on the floor, laughing and joking around. the boys were watching us. we started to plan a girls night at my apart while, the boys including my brother and the band would have a boys night with charlie, jeremy, and owen. it was great time for us to talk about things without the other gender around.

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we had in fact done a girls night, the boys were at owen and charlie's apartment. charlie had texted me that they were doing a pizza and video game night. we're doing a cute little skin care and watching romance movies night. " girl, if you and charlie don't end up dating at the end of this trip then i'm suing him " carolynn commented.

we're doing face masks right now and trying to figure out what movie to watch. " i'm going to bug the shit out of him if he doesn't make a damn move " tori stated as we all laughed. the conversation continued for a while about charlie but was so shifted to the creepy guy on my floor.

" so, basically he can't take rejection? " carolynn asked as we all nodded. her face winced in disgust. " like we've told him several times to stay away, get the damn hint dude " savannah commented as we all nodded. there was a knock at the door, it was probably the pizzas we order.

i had set up cute, pink little decorations and party favors. it would be one of the rare times we'd spent together so it was natural that i went all out. i walked to open the door and there this guys was. standing there. " what? " it came out more hostile than i intended.

" i wanted to say sorry for always bothering, i just think you're really pretty and wanted to get to know you " he sighed. i would have gotten to know him if he wasn't so damn creepy and always showing up in places i was at. " goodbye " i said, shutting the door and locking it. i went back to the living room.

" our friend came back " i commented as tori rolled her eyes. " again? man can't get the hint " she responded. another knock on the door was heard. i walked over to check the peep hole and he was still there. " please, just give me a chance " he begged as i rolled my eyes, he continued to knock.

carolynn glanced at me. " should we call the guys? it seems like he won't leave this alone " she stated. i hate to bother them but she was right. he just continued to knock and knock. carolynn called jeremy who told he was on his way with the other guys. he just told us to wait it out in my bed room.

we went inside of my bed room and locked the door. it seemed like forever but we heard the door of my apartment opening. it couldn't have been him, only kai had the extra key to my apartment building. " kat, it's us " i heard my brother's voice knock on the door and i felt like i could breath.

i opened the door and the guys stood there. carolynn going straight towards jeremy and i went towards charlie. i normally would have gone to my brother but i wanted charlie's comfort, i needed his comfort. charlie's arms wrapped around me, whispering that it was okay. owen and the others had checked on tori, jadah, and mads.

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[mangostarjam]

breakfast options — haikyuu, miya osamu x f!reader, neighbors au, set a little before the timeskip, just some soft fluffy fluff, 1.4k words

Miya Osamu wakes up to the early dawn light knowing two things.

One: That was the best sleep he's had in months.

Two: This is not his bed.

The sheets are softer — the bed is narrower and pushed up against a wall — and it smells like fresh laundry detergent when Osamu knows for a fact that he hasn't lugged his laundry to the machines downstairs in weeks.

This is not his bed. This isn't even his room or his apartment. The biggest, most obvious clue nuzzles into his chest and sighs.

Osamu's arm tightens around you automatically.

He's so fucked.

Your bare legs are pressed up against his own and you're so soft and warm and relaxed, breathing deeply in sleep, utterly unconcerned about the fact that your neighbor somehow got into your apartment and into your bed with you. Osamu can feel the barest sliver of skin beneath his fingers as your shirt rises and wonders how much his ma will yell at him for messing up this badly with you.

"Mm… 'Samu…?"

He's so fucked.

"Yeah?"

"Why're you awake?"

Osamu can't help the fond huff that escapes his lips and you bury your face further into his chest. He wonders if you can feel the taiko drum beat of his heart in your dreams.

You sniff and your fingers curl into his shirt. "Now I'm awake," you complain quietly, voice muffled in his chest. "Did you need to go to work or something? You seemed so tired last night. Sleep a lil' longer."

"Hey… did I… did I get the wrong door? Last night?" His voice is scratchy, but you don't seem to mind. You shiver a little in his hold and he automatically tugs you closer.

"Hmm…?" It takes a moment as you think through the sleep fog of your mind. Osamu can hear the distant click of your refrigerator humming and the chirp of birds waking up outside.

"You used your spare key and scared the heck out of me," you mumble, shoulders shaking as you snicker at the memory. Osamu wishes he could see your face — well, maybe not. His own cheeks are burning with mortification. "You were like a zombie, Miya-kun."

Something in his stomach swoops with disappointment at the return of honorifics. But — you still haven't untangled yourself from him, and you seem perfectly content to lay here with his arms around you, so maybe — ?

"Sorry 'bout that," he murmurs. "I musta been more wiped than I thought."

"You need to take care of yourself," you scold lightly, finally peeking up at his face. Your eyes widen when they meet his, and for some strange reason you immediately reach up to cover your mouth. Osamu's stomach clenches with hurt. It's not like he was planning on kissing you right now — not after practically breaking into your apartment and commandeering your bed.

And especially not if you don't want him to. Not if you're hiding from him like this.

"Sorry," you mumble. Your gaze feels intentional. Osamu wonders vaguely if he has drool on his cheek. "I don't want you to smell my morning breath."

It's silent for a moment. The two of you breathe in unison as Osamu stares down at you, incredulous, until you break the connection and bury your face in his chest again. "Oy."

"I'm going back to sleep."

That makes him laugh. His body jostles yours and you twist around defensively, nearly dislodging his hold as he clamps his arm back around your waist. "Miya-kun," you mumble. He can hear the pout in your voice, even if he can't see it. "Let's go back to sleep."

"There's no way I'm fallin' back asleep like this," Osamu says.

"What's wrong?"

Nothing's wrong. This is everything he's wanted with you for the past few years, ever since he first saw you go wide eyed over the neighborly bento he held out to you, the delight in your huge grin only growing when you looked up and met his eye.

It's been days and months and years since then, time filled with fond teasing over textbooks, quiet secrets whispered over cups of coffee way too late at night, grocery shopping together and trying out gimmicky snacks that stained your lips blue. You're his neighbor, his friend, his staunch supporter.

His classmate, a few times, when your schedules aligned in university. His coworker, sometimes, when you volunteer yourself to help him with his stall at various events around the city.

But that's it. Or — that was it, until you started getting touchier and clingier and Osamu's hopes spiraled higher and higher.

"'Samu? Did you fall back asleep?"

Osamu presses his face into your hair. He can be weak just this once, right? It's still too early to confess — his business doesn't even have a storefront yet, he hasn't made a name for himself yet — and you deserve someone with all that and more.

"Nah," he says quietly, "I'm up."

"Don't get any ideas," you mumble sleepily. "I haven't had a man in my bed in years, so if I punch you later it's 'cause I forgot about last night."

This shouldn't make him so happy. He hides his smile in your hair. He's been so busy lately it's been hard trying to figure out if you've had anyone over, though your apartment has always only shown signs of one occupant. He didn't want to assume.

"Why didn't ya kick me out?"

"That'd be cruel and unusual," you scoff. Your fingers curl over his forearm before sliding to his hand. Osamu's breath catches for just a second as you begin playing with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to how the temperature beneath the blankets has ratcheted up several degrees.

"You can kick me out now, ya know," Osamu offers half heartedly. At least he can safely tell his ma that he tried.

You bring his hand up to your lips and his heart just about stops. Softly — so softly — you press a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, featherlight touches that have every nerve ending standing at attention. Osamu shifts his hips away guiltily, resisting the urge to press up into you, heart slamming back into rhythm at full force.

"You'd leave without having breakfast first?"

"You'd let me make ya breakfast?"

You bite the tip of his finger and he bites back a groan. "Do you always make your girls breakfast the morning after?"

Osamu frowns. He wants to see your face. "There's never been a girl or a morning after."

"Oh." You hum thoughtfully, pressing his fingertip to your lips, entirely unaware of the silent battle Osamu is waging against his own body behind you. "So I'll be the first?"

"You're the only one it's ever gonna be."

Stupid. Osamu can practically hear his twin yelling at him to just confess already.

He can feel the curve of your smile against his palm as you press another featherlight kiss there. "I'll keep waiting, then," you say quietly, voice muffled against his skin.

You shift and turn back to face him, putting a few precious inches between your bodies as you blink up at him in the slowly brightening light. Osamu can't help staring, memorizing the gentle curve of your smile and the softness in your sleepy gaze. His heart feels like it's threatening to burst out of his chest, joy expanding like bubbles in his ribcage.

"What d'ya want for breakfast?"

Your smile grows crooked.

"I want an omelet this time."

Osamu can feel his own lips tugging up in the corners. "And next time?"

"Hmm. How about a breakfast onigiri?"

A laugh escapes his lips and his grin only grows wider with your answering giggle. "I can do that for ya."

"What about a kiss?"

Your eyes are sparkling in the light and he — he wants to say "yes" — but then your expression falls and you hold up a hand suddenly. "Wait, I take that back," you explain quickly, "I need to brush my teeth first."

Osamu laughs. He tugs you closer, an arm heavy around your waist, anchoring you back into him even as you whine. "You're gonna hafta get used to this," he points out smugly.

You slap your hands over your mouth and glare halfheartedly at him. "No way."

"It's alright, darlin'," he says. You blink as his gaze steadies on yours. Osamu wonders if you have any idea that you look at him like this — like he's special, and deserving, and like you trust him with everything. He's tried for months now to pretend he doesn't see it, scared to get his hopes up too high, but now?

Now he hopes you'll always look at him like this. "I won't make you wait much longer."

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 7b

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

It took an hour rounding up the gang and getting them in their cars while I held on to all their keys.

I had to call Matthew’s band mates for help... each taking one of my friend's car, to take them home, while one other band mate followed behind each car.

I thought it be best if Matthew went to his place because he’s not the nicest person with a hangover and I didn’t want Kyle to witness Mattzilla in the morning.

It was midnight when we had everyone home safe and sound and my bed was calling my name.

I climbed out of my car and walked to my door with Kyle behind me.

I grabbed the knob ready to put my key in the slot when I twisted it slightly and it opened.

I stiffened, opening the door... I remember locking it… or did I?

Warily I flipped on the lights and pup sat at the doorway wagging his tail and shot over to Kyle jumping on him in excitement.

I looked down at the wolf, well if someone did try to brake in I bet they had a hell of a surprise didn’t they.

I glanced around and nothing seemed to be out of place, I subtly took a sniff of the air but only got the normal scents all besides Kyle and the wolf so I shrugged and placed the bottle of white wine I bought in the fridge.

Turning towards the couch I went over to make it back up for him putting the pillow in place and threw the sheet down tucking it in the couch.

“You don’t have to do that,” Kyle voiced behind me making me jump at the sudden noise.

I glanced at him over my shoulder and smiled still grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch to tuck that in to.

“Already done,” I shrugged.

I couldn’t help myself but want to help him out a little.

He smiled gently and I realized it was the first smile I’d seen since this morning.

He sat down sighing.

“So, that was Matt?” he said running a hand through his hair and I felt my nerves start up.

I sank down next to him.

“Yep,” I breathed unable to look at him.

Was it bad to feel guilty flaunting a boyfriend in front of your oblivious mate?

“H-he’s nice?” he muttered softly sounding more like a question than a statement.

This caused me to snap my head in his direction.

“You like him?” I asked in awe.

Kyle just shrugged.

“I really don’t have a say in it, so it doesn’t matter if I like him or not.” he said matter-factly but I sensed the underlining displeasure.

So he didn’t like him.

I felt myself soften at this... this all wasn’t fair to him.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, to sooth away any discomfort or anger but I held back.

As my eyes wandered over his handsome face I noticed a discoloration in his temple.

Instinctually I lent closer and reach out unaware of what I was doing in my moment of concern as my fingers ran down a long ridged white scar that contrasted against his tan skin.

Kyle went stiff, hissing though clenched teeth.  

Abruptly he caught my hand in a swift motion turning to face me all in one move. 

I gasped at how quick he was and how close our faces were.

I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart pounding against my chest like a tattoo.

The sparks flew between us till they no longer tingled but burned with delicious heat.

Kyle’s eyes were dark as a midnight sky and the room became tense with a suffocating scent of mixed emotions but the one that stood out the most was lust and arousal. 

The pup whined and trotted out of the room with his head low and tail between his legs.

I should be scared right now but my wolf was practically bouncing up and down screaming ‘MATE’ in my head till it made my ears ring.

My body was too weak to use any commonsense at the minute.

“What is this?” he hisses huskily breathing hard.

His wine scented breath washed over my face and my eye practically rolled in the back of my head.

“I-I d-don't...” I didn’t know what to say.

He tilted his head and pressed closer to me till I was laying back up against the couch armrest with his heaver muscular body over mine.

We were pressed together in place that had me leaking.

“K-Kyle,” I whimpered.

His head dipped down into my neck and his nose caressed the sensitive skin there.

I heard him inhale loudly taking in my scent and I thought I might rip the shirt from his back right then.

He was unconsciously memorizing my scent.

His hand raked though my hair gripping it hard to yank my head back to give him more access.

I whined but complied, he may not know it but he was considerably stronger than me and I didn’t want to wake up any of those sleeping dominant traits right now.

His chest rumbled with a low sexy growl, his napping wolf was coming to the surface now and from the wagging of my own wolf’s tail he couldn’t wait.

“Damn you smell so good,” Kyle groaned nipping at my neck.

I bucked wantonly against him thrashing from the crazy feeling he was giving me.

This was so wrong... but so right.

Again he yanked at my hair and I yelped which only made him moan in pleasure.

Then I felt something wet and warm run up from the collar of my shirt to my ear.

“Ahh,” I moaned withering under him from the sparks his tongue made on my heated skin.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

‘Yes you should,’ my wolf growled and whimpered in delight.

My fingers stroked down his well-defined chest and I dug my nails in when he went to lick me again.

“I want to pound the fuck out of you right now,” he growled in my ear he was nibbling on.

'Oh God... I have to get out of here.'

He was moving his head closer to my face and I knew that he was planning on kissing me.

I felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on me.

'Matthew... I couldn’t do this to him.'

He didn’t deserve this and with that though I found the strength... not much mind you... and pushed Kyle off, the best I could.

“We have to stop this,” I gasped rushing out from under his hot weight and onto the floor.

Kyle growled deeply from the couch, his eyes dark with lust and his wolf fighting to get out and to mate with me.

I gulped jumping to my feet before I lost my never and ran down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door locking it swiftly behind me.

I sank to the floor gasping for breath... damn I can still smell his arousal from here.

With a heavy heart I rested my head back against the door and sighed.

Here I was running from something I always wanted... my mate,,, only to have to run away because none of it was true.

It was kind of bitter sweet.

I finally had him all to myself but it really isn’t him. 

The only real thing that was stopping me was the question I kept asking myself.

‘If he suddenly remembered everything, would he still feel this way or would he just runaway again?’

[applcrumbl]

pickled onion divorce papers.

Pairings: Ex! Dilf!Eddie Munson x F!Reader Warnings: Smut under the cut, 18+ Minors DNI, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, lemme know what ive missed! Author’s Note: okay i haven’t written smut in a long time, and ye i don’t get the title either i just liked it

Summary: Your ex husband is desperate to reconnect at your son’s 7th birthday.

Your son turned 7. A parade of young children flooded your small backyard on a bright summer's day in June, each excited to celebrate on the expensive bounce house you’d rented. Blown a good chunk of your savings on it. Some cautious parents hovered around the rainbow entrance, while most sat on lawn chairs, soaking up some rays themselves. You sat out another tray of assorted goodies on your kitchen island - a stack of napkins ready to be used by sticky hands and grubby faces. Truthfully, Oscar’s parties had been average at best, in the past. But this year you were determined to stick it to your ex-husband. Of course, you wanted the best for your son, as any mother would. But, there was no denying the excitement that escaped when thinking about how you’d remain the favourite parent for a little while longer.

“You did a good job,” Eddie said, leaning on the frame of the patio doors. A half-empty bottle of something in his hand, “Oscar is loving it”

‘No thanks to you’ You thought but bit your tongue instead. “Yeah, it’s been a tough time for him, he deserves it”

“And you?” 

Your ex-husband was insufferable when he got like this. He could read you like a book, but never when it counted. Which was part of the reason why you split in the first place.

“I think you know how I feel Edward-”

“Wow, Edward, huh” he laughed, “I see how it is,”

“Not today,” you warned. Fully aware of what was coming next. 

He wanted to talk about it. He wanted to talk about the divorce papers that had appeared through the letterbox of his uncle’s trailer a few days earlier. Where he had been staying since December when you split. He wanted to talk about how you were feeling. He wanted to talk to you, and only you. Just once.

“Then when?” He huffed, moving from his position and to your side of the island counter. The same long fluffy hair, even though it was wildly out of fashion now.

“When there's a solicitor present”

You swung the cabinet door open, nearly missing the gorgeous face of your ex-husband. Pulling a jar of pickled onions from somewhere up back. They were bound to be eaten by someone.

“C’mon, this can seriously be what you want Y/N” Eddie tried, watching as you struggled to open the tight jar.

“What I want is to enjoy our son’s birthday without another argument,” You reply, breathing out slowly as Eddie takes the jar from your hand and opens it with ease, “I had that.”

He smiles softly, “I know you did”

The conversation was dropped as 25 hungry little monsters crowded your kitchen, ravenous for chocolate and crisps. One of the mothers begged her twins to have something more substantial than a handful of party rings. Oscar - the absolute double of his father stood away from the group. Mouth full of cocktail sausage and big brown baby cow eyes.

In the commotion, Eddie had found himself next to you, serving up paper plates of various finger foods. You didn’t notice as his hands brushed your hips as he passed. It was such a natural thing so long ago. His grip tightened as the kitchen emptied again.

“I’ve missed this,” he confessed, whispering, unable to move from his spot.

A shaky breath, “Eddie, you’re only making this harder than it needs to be”

“Please don’t make me sign them,” he practically begged, lips pressed to the back of your hair. You couldn’t see his face, yet you knew exactly what was splayed on it. “We can make this work, Y/N. I know we can.”

It was second nature for you to say no in this situation. It had happened enough times in the several months since your initial separation. And it was much easier to explain to Oscar that ‘mommy and daddy are never getting back together’ than it was to tell a 7-year-old that ‘mommy and daddy just aren’t quite sure’. Pretending for the sake of your son just wasn’t working anymore, and so quitting seemed like the easiest option.

It wasn't.

But if you were being honest with yourself. You wished you'd struggled through it, because anything would be better than being without him. You wanted the long nights of arguing, or the days without seeing each other because without them you were miserable. 

Minutes passed as you finally rest your head back on Eddie’s shoulder. He could practically see the contemplation in your mind, but he was scared of saying anything. Desperate to keep you in his arms a moment longer.

“We can’t tell him until we know for certain”

Your voice was just above a whisper but he heard you clear as day. His hand in yours in one swift movement as he pulled you off to a quiet room of your once family home. All thoughts of the party downstairs were gone as Eddie kissed you passionately. Months of built-up pining revealed themselves as the kiss deepened. Strong hands guided your back to the wall, careful not to be too loud.

Eddie practically moaned into your mouth as he stripped you down. Only breaking his lips from yours to trail them down to your lower stomach. “I still remember the way you taste,” He breathed as your fingers tangled in his hair. “And I never wanna forget”

His mouth attached to your clit immediately, knowing exactly where to go, and what he wanted to do. Eddie had dreamed of this for so long, that he was going to savour every moment. A skilled tongue delved through your folds. Licking a strong swipe up your slit. You shuddered at the contact, it had been too long since you’d been touched like this. Since he’d touched you like this. And it was like heaven. Rounded nose bumbled your sensitive clit as you wiggled in Eddie’s grasp, lean arms wrapping around thick thighs as he pinned you harder to the bed. Tongue exploring further down, closer to your asshole. “Oh god,” he grunts, relishing in the ecstasy he is giving you. His own hips rut against the edge of your bed, desperate to alleviate the pressure in his own underwear.

Soft lips attach once more on your clit, sucking gently as you felt your peak rising. “Eds, Wait I’m gonna-”

Words fell on empty ears as Eddie dove in harder. There may have been a buffet of sweet treats long enough to feed an army downstairs, but Eddie knew what he’d rather be eating. Your legs shook as you grew close, pressure building in your most sensitive spot, and Eddie could tell.

A voice called your name from down the hall, but the intonated sound mixed with that of your lover above you. You hadn’t heard it fully until much too late.

“Y/N do you want to do the cake? Liam’s mom says they need to leave soo- Oh my god”

Mortified, you pull the covers over yourself, unable to speak, husband still between your legs. Robin stood glued to the spot. Hand stuck to the door handle.

“Hello? We’re in the middle of something” Eddie states, head emerging from the blanket you’d thrown over him. A shit-eating grin peeking through his mouth, wet with your slick.

Your eyes blow wide as you apologise profusely, searching the room for your lost underwear and promising Robin you would be down as soon as possible. Shutting the door, you locate the skimpy lace in the back pocket of your lover.

You reach for them as Eddie turns, “Nuh-uh, I’m not finished with you,” he teases. Hands wandering down your sides, taking temporary residence in the dips of your hips. You attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, hands chasing his backside for your panties.

“Eddie, I am mortified. We gotta get back down there.” You lecture, hands coming to rest on his naked torso. When he took his shirt off? You weren't sure. But you didn’t mind anyhow, absent-mindedly tracing your fingers over the outline of the spider tattoo near his collarbone. “Hand em over” you almost begged.

Eddie hesitated, he wanted to follow your every word, he wanted to go downstairs hand in hand, or exchange flirty glances from across the garden. But he wanted to take you first. “Please?”  you tried again. But it didn’t work as Eddie had you pinned to the mattress in one fell swoop, kissing up and down your neck and chest.

“Normally I would say yes, be a good husband” He offered, “But baby, if not now. I know this will never happen again”

 Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I have wanted this for so long, Y/N. and I’m not even just talking about the sex.” Eddie sighs, “I want the long nights and the arguments that never seem to end. I want to tuck Ozzy in together, not just see him every other weekend. I want to sit and have family dinners in front of the TV. I want the mundane chores. I want things to go back to as they were” 

“Things won’t go back to as they were Eddie,”

“I don't care, I just want you back” He whispers, “I need you to be my Mrs. Munson again.”

And then he had you. Lips colliding together in a passionate kiss. It was messy, and by far not the best kiss you’d ever had. But it mattered nonetheless, desperation oozing from your husband, and your lips worked in tandem. Wandering hands found themselves pulling at the loops of Eddie’s jeans, “Take these off,” you murmur, “We need to be quick”

The truth was that Eddie didn’t want to be quick. He wanted to take his time with you and savour every second. He wanted to bed you for hours as you screamed his name. Like you used to. He wanted to cum inside you again and again, and have you lick the substance from his fingers. He wanted to thrust into you like this for the rest of your lives. Alternating paces, slow and then fast, edging himself into lasting for hours. 

But the truth also was that he finished in 2 minutes. Not quite used to having you in his arms again. Hot ropes of white seed plant themselves inside you without a condom, as you muffled your own screams of pleasure into his shoulder. The long-haired man lay sweaty and on top of you. Almost embarrassed by how short it was, but he didn't care. You shoved him off gently, legs aching from being pounded into. “I still love you, Eddie” you confessed. “I want this to work.”

“It will baby,  I’ll make sure of it.”

[whumpasaurus101]

*takes u out of my pocket*

my most talented son!! 🥰🥰💖

do you have any shock collar content for asher 👀

EEEEEE *INTENSE HAPPY FLAPPY HANDSSSSSS*

Okay ik ive been texting you loads abt how much i hate this and what not BUT ONCE AGAIN, IM SO GRRRRR CAUSE I WISH I DID A BETTER JOB IM SORRY- i acc havent really written much shock collar so i feel like maybe i can write it a lot better HUIKJDHKDH but someday i wanna do party time part 2 and have more shock collar content in that >:3

masterlist

CW: shock collar / cursing / 'mutt' used as a name

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“Let me go!!!!” Asher growled, fighting off the men who were holding him. They shoved him onto the floor in front of Antonio’s desk, who stood from his seat, taking off his glasses with a heavy breath, “Boys?”

“Sorry for disturbing you boss,” One of the workers sighed, almost out of breath from how much effort it took holding back Asher, “But this little shit was trying to cause trouble with a newbie.” The worker emphasized his sentence, kicking Asher hard in the ribs.

Antonio had run this boxing gym for a while now. He has dealt with all kinds of fighters. The broken, scared, defiant, confident, weak, strong, you name it. But Asher? Asher, quite frankly, made Antonio want to quite frankly beat the ever loving shit out of him. Antonio sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before nodding, “Leave it with me, thank you boys.” And with that, the group of trainers walked back to the training gym, out of Antonio’s office.

“I didn't do shit,” Asher growled, rubbing his side while practically pouting like a child. “I highly doubt that. I can always pull up the CCTV security footage if you’d like.” Asher froze and shook his head quickly, only making Antonio chuckle, bending over slightly and tilting Asher’s head up by a finger under his chin, “You never learn, do you?”

Asher growled, ripping his face away from Antonio, “Don't fucking touch m-” He was quickly cut off as Antonio grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head so he was face to face with Antonio, “Listen here, you little shit. I am sick and tired of putting up with your bullshit every fucking day-” 

“…technically it's not e-every d-”

“Silence.” Asher was backhanded hard and a small whimper escaped his lips before he tried to cover it up with a growl, but just Antonio chuckled, walking over to his desk and opening a drawer, “Do you remember that day I used the taser on you?” 

Asher instantly paled, gulping and shifting anxiously, “Oh o-of course. How could I ever forget such a wonderful day. You know what, you and I have the most amazing time tog-”

*click* 

Asher immediately looked up to Antonio, “Wha-what the fuck-” His hands flew up to his neck, desperately trying to pull at whatever had been latched around his neck. “Hm, what’s the matter, little pup?” Asher growled, rushing up to his feet as he clenched his fists, “Don't you dare call me that.”  

Antonio smirked and chuckled, “Ohhhh, you will want to watch your mouth from now on.” Asher’s eyes turned cold and he stepped right up to Antonio’s face, jutting out his chin in defiance, “And why’s that?” 

Antonio’s eyes practically sparkled as he took out a controller, simply pressing a button and watching the show happen before him. 

Asher’s eyes went wide as his whole body seized up and with a cry as his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground. His arms flew up to his neck, desperately pulling at the shock collar as much as he could, “SH-SH’T- Tu-turn ‘t o-o-’ff-ff-” His whole torso and back seized up, twitching and beginning to shake. Antonio chuckled, bending down to his hunkers and brushing a hair away from Asher’s face, “Beg me, dear.” 

Asher growled, snarling as he grit his teeth, “Like sh-sh-i-it I will.” Antonio smirked, “Suit yourself,” And with that, Antonio stood up and sat at his desk, starting to fill in paper work he had been procrastinating for weeks. 

Asher slammed his fist against the floor, trying to get Antonio’s attention. His body was on fire. His lungs felt as if lightning struck through them. “Th’s ‘s b-BULL,” He bellowed with another punch to the ground. Antonio just chuckled, spinning his pen with his finger absentmindedly, “You know what I want, Asher.” 

“Wh-wh’t you want, n-nah, bu-bu’ wha-whatchya ne-...nee-d is a li- FUCK- a li-fffff-fffe.” 

Antonio simply hummed, his fingers twisting up the dial to the control, smirking as a scream ripped from Asher’s throat. “I must admit, I’m impressed at your pain tolerance,” Antonio chuckled, “I mean, managing to keep that annoying act up while being shocked at nearly the highest setting. I'm… almost… surprised…to be honest!”

Asher’s body twitched with a grunt, “Th-th’nks alo-ot, asshole.” Antonio studied him for a moment more before switching off the collar, watching with a smirk as Asher’s back slumped to the floor, his body aching as he tried to catch his breath. Asher cursed under his breath as his body occasionally twitched, glossy eyes staring at the ceiling, “Ge-get it ‘ff…”

“I told you what I wanted, dear, and you haven't given that to me. So, shall we continue, or are you willing to beg?”

Asher clenched his jaw before bringing his eyes up to meet Antonio’s, “Bri-bring it, bitch.” Antonio scoffed, rolled his eyes before turning the dial full. Asher screamed  this time, his whole body completely seizing as his head hit the floor, heels digging into the carpet of the office, his back arching in pain, “Sh-sh’t, pl…”

“I'm sorry, speak up darling, I didn't quite hear you,” Antonio pressed, knowing how close Asher was to breaking. He watched as Asher’s face screwed up, what the fuck was he to do??? He wanted the pain to end more than anything but there was no way in fuck that he was about to beg to Antonio.

Suddenly the shock stopped as there was a knock on the door. Antonio slammed his fist against the desk, “What is it,” He growled, “Nobody is to come in while I’m work-”

“My sincere apologies.”

Asher froze at the familiar voice. Fucking Rodger. 

“Heard my boy was causing trouble.” 

Antonio scoffed, “When is he not?” That made Rodger chuckled, “Mind if I sit in?” Antonio gestured to the seat where Asher lay near, “Take a seat! I'm not letting Asher leave until he begs- but… you might wanna get comfy, god knows how long he’ll take.”

“Well, Asher, “ Rodger chuckled, delivering as hard of a kick as he could to Asher’s ribs. Asher groaned, his hand flying to clutch at his ribs with a groan, “F’ck o-o-’ff…” Rodger laughed, looking up at Antonio, “You really think he’s going to break???”

Antonio simply shrugged, “Worth a try though! Want a go?” Rodger quickly extended his hand, “Oh, you fucking bet.” The second the control was put into his hand, Rodger instantly turned the dial.

“FU-FUCK- Stopstop-st- SHIT- stop-” 

“Not the words I’m looking for, Ashy boi.”

Asher snarled, his top lip curling up, “D-dn’t call me tha-thah-” “I think that's the least of your worries right now,” Rodger scoffed, resting his feet up on top of Antonio’s desk, ignoring Antonio’s disapproving look. 

Asher’s eyes fluttered as his head suddenly felt dangerously light, “Sh-sh’t…” Antonio gulped, his eyes snapping over to Rodger, “He-hey uh, take it easy on him, he looks like he’s about to pass out.” Rodger simply waved his hand dismissively, “Oh please, he’s just being a dramatic little shit.”

“Mmhnn-” Was all Asher managed before his eyes rolled up to his head, and his body fell still. Silence. 

“Dramatic?”

“I can hear you smirking.”

“You know, you can always leave the mutt with me for a week or two, I’d bet I could have him broken in that amount of time.”

Rodger laughed, shaking his head, “Funny. Hilarious. But I might take you up on that offer, I could do with a break from the idiot.”

“Sounds like a deal, you just hit me up and I’ll be there.”

“Deal. Now, help me carry him to the car, will ya?”

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THANKIE SM FOR READINGGGGG 💜💜💜

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[benjaminthewolf]

Cellular Machinery (BF pred, Hex prey)

Ayo @starlightgirl242 come get yo juice!

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The open, emerald grasses living within the sun-doused summer fields were gently swished about all by the silent, delicate breeze whilst the two revered rappers known only as BF and GF lay peacefully and in compounding anticipation upon the classic, red and white checkered picnic blanket that protected both themselves, but perhaps more importantly, their food, from the naturally filth-laiden dirt and ground underneath them. The both of them were yet to take even a single bite out of any of their previously laid-out meals, and this was for good reason, as they were, indeed, still waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask? Waiting for someone, of course, as the two of them always tended to be. This particular someone was a person they had first met nearby. BF swiftly noted towards the small, yet well-kept and now, practically immortalized basketball court laying a little ways into the distance, with a soft, acknowledging nod. He would be here any moment, the both of them knew it. And though the both of the rappers were entirely aware that this person was unable to eat human food, ultimately, that did not matter at all, as what they were looking for that day was not anything close to an experience pertaining to the food, but rather, an experience pertaining to the main man himself, the tall and slim basketball robot known far and wide by-

“HEX!”

“THAT’S RIGHT! IT’S ME!” The friendly, enthusiastic robot immediately called back as he placed a robotic claw hand against his chest with a chuckle, in response to the two rappers’ exclamation.

Hex was wearing the same ol’ set consisting of some basketball shorts and a jersey, just as the day they first met. He was currently carrying with him some sort of bag, however, one that you would use for carrying the groceries out to the car, as he made his way closer to the blanket.

“Don’t worry, it's biodegradable!” Hex rushed to quell his friends’ fears as he sat himself down onto the soft, felted rectangle of thread. “Anyway, are ya ready for me to reveal this here bag’s mysterious little secret?”

BF swiftly sat up in curiosity and amusement. “Ooooo, so did you like, take some time and try to make something for the occasion?” He casually asked his robotic buddy.

Hex proceeded to do the robot equivalent of blushing as he awkwardly placed a hand behind his head. “Err…no. Us robots have no need to learn how to cook, we don't even have kitchens in our homes. I just, kinda, grabbed it from the store.”

“Oh.” BF thus replied. “Ah either way, I’m sure ya must’ve picked out something delicious for us, so why don’t ya go ahead and lay it on us?”

“Caaaaaan do, BF!” Hex gleefully perked back up upon the teal haired man’s prompting, before beginning to extend a robotic arm into the depths of the bag. “...aaaaaand the enigmatic contents of the bag are revealed to beeeeeeee…………..”

Both BF and GF were at the edge of their metaphorical seats as Hex continued to draw out the “be”.

“.....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..”

BF did an excited pumping motion with his arms and clenched hands, whilst excitedly shaking just a little.

“...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……”

GF would soon join in afterwards, her eyes widening intensely like a mouse lemur whilst she subconsciously held her breath.

“..EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-BANANA BREAD!”

GF just couldn’t help but let out a little “WOOHOO” instantaneously after the reveal, causing her beloved BF to carefully place a hand upon her shoulder in order to get her to calm down. “...sorry…” she ended up bashfully apologizing.

“Oh no apologies necessary, GF!” Hex calmly responded as he gracefully lowered the store bought container of banana bread onto the blanket, before subsequently popping off the lid.

BF just could not help but start to instinctively drool at the sight of the wonderfully baked loaf of bread, even if it was, indeed, store bought. He began to rub his hands together in his apprehension as he let out a preparatory “Oh yeah…”. Taking hold of his paper plate and scooting a little ways towards the banana bread, the ravenous, eager man proceeded to give a slight lick across his lips with his tongue, before yet another complimentary action almost immediately forced him to pause. That being, of course, the instinctive, deep set gurgling that naturally emitted from his stomach area.

Positively turning red, BF went on to swiftly place both hands over the area, whilst promptly apologizing for the noise.

“*pfffft!* Oh, BF!” GF lightly chuckled whilst lightly slapping a palm against his back. “You don’t have to apologize for that!”

“Hehe…I uh…erm…yeah, yeah I’m sorry…I mean…I’m…not…nevermind.”

Eventually turning their heads so they may once again face, Hex, BF narrowed his brow. “Uh…Hex buddy…you…you alright over there?”

The normally sociable, perky robot seemed to have oddly turned more inwards for the moment, presumably since he appeared to be deeply locked within his thoughts for whatever suddenly prompted reason. BF wasn’t exactly keen on interrupting him at this point, and was just planning to turn his face back around to face GF and thus converse with her for a little while, before Hex suddenly gave a “Hmm?”, prompting both of his biological buddies to once again turn their attention towards him.

“UH, OH, OH, RIGHT, YEAH UH…I WAS JUST…” Hex frantically began attempting to explain.

“Y-you don’t need to rush trying to tell us, Hex…” GF nervously replied before Hex finally appeared to get back a grasp on his words.

“I was just thinking…uh…that is, I was just thinking about how all your organs and stuff work, like, I know how it works superficially, but it's still just so fascinating to me, ya know? How all those individual little cells come together to work as one, and how they each have their specialized little jobs, and they get all their instructions from a central nervous system, the brain and all that…it’s…its all so similar to how us robots work, except, we get our fuel, or, power or whatever differently, and…that’s why I was so intrigued by that sound. Ya get it?”

Taking a glance at each other before turning back to Hex in order to give him simultaneous nods of understanding paired with friendly smiles of consolidation, BF and GF gave some soft, lighthearted chuckles.

“Oh, of course, Hex!” BF warmly responded. “We definitely get it, don’t worry!”

“Ya gotta remember, too…” GF began to add on. “I’m technically not a human either, I’m a demon, and I, too, have certainly taken an… interest in… exploring the human body with BF.”

Letting out a rather irritated groan at his GF’s dumb joke and slapping a hand upon his forehead, BF eventually managed to glance back over towards Hex, who appeared to be completely oblivious to the situation.

“Wh…what does that mea-” he began to hesitantly ask before BF shut him up.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Well…no I was just…”

“YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”

Shrugging his shoulders in confusion, Hex just simply accepted BF’s warning and instead changed the subject back to the original topic at hand.

“...anyway…I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be food…like what the whole journey would be from its perspective. Like, ya get to see what goes on inside those mystery chambers of flesh, ya see?”

There proceeded to be a slight pause for a moment, where Hex merely dwelled inside his thoughts for a while, leaving BF with enough time as a result to give GF a little flick on the arm if only to tell her “not funny”. Eventually however, the stillness was all but destined to be broken, though not by any sort of subtle means at all. No. Instead, what brought the three picnickers out of their previous state of silence was an instantaneous, boisterous cry of the two, simple words that were:

“I’VE GOT IT!”

Zapping straight out of their previous mullings over the joke, BF and GF promptly faced Hex in their startledness, just in enough time to watch him therefore murmur out a sentence that was along the lines of: “Just gotta activate this here, and…” before a slight clanging and whirring of the robot’s mechanical parts began to flood the air. Neither BF nor GF had even a chance to ask what was going on, before Hex had shrunken himself down. All the way down to about the size of a blueberry, in fact.

“I KNEW THAT THE SHRINKING MODE OPTION WAS GONNA COME IN HANDY ONE DAY!” Hex ecstatically called out whilst victoriously pumping his hands in the air, presumably over the fact that the previously mentioned “shrinking mode option” had worked. Casually glancing up at his two biological friends above, Hex was almost immediately forced to calm his enthusiasm upon taking notice of the shared, stagnant gazes of equal parts shock and confusion radiating off the faces of BF and GF. At first, he was a little concerned, before the realization finally hit him.

“Oh…yeah, that’s right.” he awkwardly stammered out. “Uh, yeah I can do this. Heh.”

It was still going to take a considerable amount of time before the two relative giants were finally able to process all they had just learned, however, as Hex was made well aware just a couple of seconds later, causing him to eventually, in the middle of the wait, give out yet another little “Heh.” with just a little hint of tiny, pixelated sweat dripping down his TV screen face as he did so.

After about a minute, however, BF finally managed to somewhat regain his bearings, and promptly shook off his previous state of being with a sputter before speaking as such.

“Blueeegh…man…” he incomprehensibly stammered out at first. “Ok, first of all, please don’t just instantly knowledge drop us like that ever again.”

“Hahaha…y-yeah…yeah I won’t. I won’t, I’m sorry.” Hex uncomfortably managed to respond.

BF gave a nod. “Alright. Great.” He proceeded to simply take in and out a deep breath while prepping himself for what he wanted to say next. “NOW…” he suddenly called out, before he momentarily cut off his own words once again. “Now…now that we have that out of the way…” BF promptly moved the process of conversation forwards as he picked up his paper plate with one hand and take hold of a slice of banana bread with the other as he spoke.

“...do ya still want to pretend you’re my food?”

“YES!” Hex similarly perked up in just under a single instant flat whilst taking a comedically over exaggerated leap forwards onto the blanket.

Sensing his robot friend's current, rather unabated enthusiasm, BF proceeded to carefully set down his paper plate somewhat in front of Hex, so he may be able to climb up onto it and make his way onto the banana bread as such. Silently watching over his currently miniaturized buddy as this happened, BF would eventually lift the relatively light paper plate back up to his face with a reassuring grin whilst Hex upon the banana bread gave a little thumbs-up symbol via his TV screen, confirming he was ready.

Thus, with nothing more than a confident, narrowed gaze bearing down onto his miniscule, mechanical main man Hex, BF finally unveiled his maw.

Hex’s pixelated eyes began to grow wider as he stared in fixation upon the slimy, heated, pink chamber that lay before him in all of its previously (by himself, anyway), unexplored glory. Hex was able to tell implicitly via his motion sensors that he was being lifted up upon the banana bread, presumably by BF himself. Soon thereafter, of course, he began to be advanced incrementally all the way inside of the thing, its comforting warm aura practically dousing the robot’s heat sensors as he suddenly managed to shake himself out of his trance, in order to consciously consider the anatomy laden before him.

Of course, Hex knew the majority of the constituent parts by name. Tongue, gums, teeth, heck he could even prompt himself to go further and specify incisor teeth vs molars if he wished, but that was not really what was interesting to him right now. Those parts of the body he was already well familiar with, and it was more so the additional, esoteric, and niche aspects of the wonderful, fleshy cave that he wished to learn more about, as well as gain a level of intimate experiential knowledge that no amount of book-study could ever afford a person.

Thus, the singular second before BF finally laid down the banana bread onto his tongue, which would of course prohibit him from being able to speak clearly, Hex managed to pipe up, so he may get in one question before the opportunity had passed.

“Hey BF…” he casually opened up his statement. “What’s the name of that little, dangly thing hanging at the back of your throat?”

“Hmm?” BF was naturally forced to pause. “Oh. It's called the uvula!”

“The uvula. Huh…” Hex softly repeated back. “...and…what is this…uvula…’s function?”

“Uh……” BF then began trailing off. “...I…that one I don’t know. I think uh-”

“According to Google, its main purpose is to secrete saliva, but I don’t remember any major salivary glands being located at that spot…” GF suddenly butted in whilst gazing curiously at her phone.

“There’s plenty of microscopic salivary glands located all over the mouth! I’m sure the uvula must have some, too!” BF added on.

“Well…yeah…” GF began to reply. “...but…then wouldn’t that make any internal tissue of the mouth’s job to be to secrete saliva?”

“...maybe?”

“It also says here that when you swallow, the uvula moves backwards and prevents food or drink from going up into your nose.”

“Ah…okay, now that makes sense.” BF managed to conclude. “ANYWAY-”

Hex, having become rather engrossed in the conversation, was taken by considerable surprise when said conversation finally stopped, thus leaving BF with nothing left to do other than place the banana bread slice down onto his tongue, carefully take his fingers out of his mouth, and finally, snap shut his jaws, resulting in an echo which caused the shrunken Hex, having been programed with human instincts to somewhat jump at the sound.

BF proceeded to keep his lips closed as he carefully lifted his jaws and maneuvered the banana bread over towards his teeth using his tongue, making absolutely sure he wasn’t biting down on anything hard as he did so. Hex was observing carefully as all of this happened, taking extensive mental notes on the process and tracking each minute movement of both the lower mandible and the tongue, whilst the two arrays of teeth separated for the first time after the very first bite had been taken. BF went on to give Hex a few moments to observe the aftermath of said bite, before bringing down his teeth once again. Hex was now able, as a result of all that lead up to this, to witness full-force the human body’s process of chewing inside the maw.

BF’s grinding teeth were beginning to gnash and chomp the formerly recognizable form of the banana bread into a mushy globular paste of food that then proceeded to be flung onto the middle of the tongue, where it was then to be swished around and wetted by the ever-prevalent saliva as more and more of the banana bread coalesced into this doughy , nutritious paste of indeterminate form and size. Hex, in between all this, remained upon the last piece of the stuff that was yet to be touched by the teeth, and as transfixed as the robotic man was by all of this, chewing, he still knew quite well that he had to get off of the bread eventually, and thus managed to slip himself down onto the sticky, gooey mess that BF was now carefully maneuvering towards the back of his tongue whilst the final piece of the bread was finally mulched down into a pulp.

Hex then turned his attention onto the now gaping, wide-open entrance to the throat area below. Currently, for the moment being, there were two passageways he could see, and as he knew already that humans had their windpipes situated right next to their esophaguses, this was no real surprise. Eventually however, as the sloping, slick back of the tongue caused the glob of food that Hex was currently on to slip deeper and deeper into the gullet area, the miniature, metal robot would thus come to a new discovery, that being, the way that the human body avoided choking literally every time it swallowed was that a tiny flap of skin that Hex wasn’t sure the name of, nor was he really going to ask at this point, safely covered up the windpipe, so that the food could go down the right tube. Hex knew the system wasn’t failproof of course, given he had the instructions to perform the heimlich maniver stashed away within his memory, but still, at the very least, it was something, rather than nothing.

Nonetheless, once Hex had gotten finished musing over this new discovery, he almost immediately made yet another new discovery. That being, of course, the discovery of: “Oh yeah, I’m inside the esophagus right now!”

Therefore turning his attention onto the slippery, pink-ish walls all around him, Hex was thus able to understand how the human body ensured that swallowed food stayed all the way down. The tiny, currently fixated robot observed in wonder the rhythmic squelching motions of the esophagus as it worked to squelch down its recent meal. Hex nodded his head in understanding as he stored away this information into his electronic memory storage, now focusing his attention downwards, wondering just how long, exactly, it would take before he ended up inside of BF’s stomach.

Luckily for Hex, however, he was still able to make a couple of new discoveries whilst still inside the esophagus. BF and GF on the outside could tell that at this point, Hex had disappeared behind the former’s collarbone. This meant that soon, the larger man’s heartbeat would become audible. Thus, sure enough, Hex was soon able to pick up the constant, pulsing echoes resonating around the area deep inside of the chest. He of course already knew what was making this sound, he just found it curious he was able to hear it at all.

Finally, though, it wouldn’t just be BF’s heart beat that Hex was able to detect. Again, the, at this point, rather excited, blueberry-sized robot did indeed know what those sounds were, and where, exactly, they were coming from. Those gurgles and rumbles just could not be mistaken. Though he was limited in his movement by the tightened, constricting walls against the esophagus, Hex was still jittering uncontrollably from the absolute overload of anticipation that was coursing its way through his system at the moment.

Upon long, long last, however, Hex was able to take note of what is formally known as the lower esophageal sphincter, though he obviously had no way of knowing that. Barely even able to control his excitement at this point, Hex’s pixel smile began to grow tenfold. Before, in due course, his head was squelched through, thus giving ample opportunity for his body to follow suit.

Hex then proceeded to plunge all the way deep down inside the growling, grumbling chamber of the stomach, along with all of the banana bread of course. Sticking a splash landing inside of the messy organ, Hex was soon to be splattered with a doughy mash of banana bread that forced him to stumble slightly backwards within the liquids as he rapidly shook the stuff off.

Still in the process of recovering from the initial plunge, Hex somehow managed to tread all the way over to one of the stomach’s walls, at which point the slight shifting motion caught his attention. Hex turned to face the slimy wall. And then, it finally hit him.

“I-...here I am…I am…here!” he only somewhat sensibly muttered out as he began to take a gander around him.

It was at this point that BF on the outside felt it was a good time to attempt to communicate with his robot friend once more.

“You doin’ alright in there, Hex?” he called all the way down with his head tilted downwards towards his guts.

“Huh?” Hex suddenly replied in confusion. “OH, RIGHT! Uh…yeah I’m doing…oh wow this is…uh…you think you can just…let me take this all in, y’know?” he managed to stammer out despite his awe.

BF gave a swift nod. “No problem, buddy! I’ll just leave you to the experience! Don’t wanna be breakin’ the immersion after all!”

Seconds after he wrapped up his sentence, however, BF felt a hand upon his shoulder. Naturally, he presumed it to be that of GF. BF cocked his head to the side in confusion from just what she was trying to do, whilst the mentioned beloved girl gazed warmly into his eyes. Giving the man a cheek stroke as she did, GF thus caused BF’s body to perform an instant blush. The rather love-jittery, teal haired man thought he understood from this just what GF wanted to do and began to adjust his body for it as such. Placing his hands onto the quilted ground with a chuckle, GF proceeded to reach out with her arms, before she finally placed them both onto BF’s stomach. Rubbing around the area gently and silently, the famed and revered rapping couple lay comfortably and effortlessly within their loving, soft bind; whilst their tiny, bite-sized little robot buddy on the inside continuously soaked up the information that had been presented to him upon his initial arrival.

The first thing Hex had noticed was indeed the role of the walls, and how they endlessly churned and shifted in order to mash up the contents that lay in liquid form all around it. Hex was able to draw a mechanical comparison in terms of functionality to that of a blender, although no blender that Hex was aware of also possessed the capability to utterly liquify its contents into a sloshable soup, and in that end, the stomach appeared to pull ahead. Hex gazed on with astonishment as the goopy remains of the banana bread that he had indeed been swallowed with proceeded to be sizzled on around inside of the organ, mixed and mashed up within the messy conglomerate of food as it dissolved down into a liquid of its constituent nutrient parts. Hex knew that they would later on be soaked up inside of the small intestine, but for now they needed to get into small enough parts where said soaking was possible.

Hex could not help but stay completely engrossed. It was all just so fascinating! There was just so much to see! Hex had zero clue just how long he spent there in that position, simply lying against the stomach walls and staring. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been a full hour. All that Hex knew in this moment, no, in this experience, was that he was, indeed, learning. And to Hex in that process, that fixated state of mind, that was good enough for him.

[biderboy]

I Want You || J. P.

A/N - hapy valentine’s day !!! here’s a james fic <4

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“oi potter!” you yell, jogging to catch up with the messy haired boy.

“l/n! what’s up? thought you and moony had detention?” he smirked, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“arsehole, we got detention because of you, you know.” you stuck your tongue out, pushing the older boy off you, not being able to handle the close proximity.

it’s not that you didn’t love having james arm pressed up again you, it’s that you loved it a bit too much.

you knew logically it would never go anywhere, your sill little crush. not with the heart eyes james sent to evans every five minutes, surely he wouldn’t want you. you’re just another marauder, nothing truly special.

you sighed, your mood now dropping, and james picked up on it.

“is something bothering you love?” there it was, his stupid habit of calling all of his friends pet names, making your heart race and your cheeks flush.

“fine prongs, just a bit tired.” lies, lies and more lies.

“alright, let’s head back up to the dorms, i’m sure you can force pads to take a nap with you.” he laughed, and time almost froze. his laugh had to be your favorite thing about him, the way he threw his head back, his eyes scrunched up, and his entire face practically lit up.

damn, you’ve really got to get this thing under control.

despite your bad mood, you managed to smile at evans and marlene when you saw them in the common room.

nodding politely, waving a small wave, a few more steps and you’d be on your way to pads dorm and can quietly sleep off this feeling.

“potter!” bloody hell.

“sup evans? finally decided to agree to that date?” he winked, and no matter how good he looked, you couldn’t find it in you to acknowledge him.

you didn’t even bother to hear evans reaction, you simply walked off. normally, you’d smile and chat, or atleast tell the two goodbye, but it felt like you were about to scream, or cry, or maybe both, if you stuck around for another minute.

of course james would ask her out, of course she’d eventually say yes, how could she not? it’s james bloody potter, you’d be pretty stupid saying no to him.

you stalked angrily into the dorm, flopping face first onto sirius’ bed, not even bothering to look and see if peter or remus was there.

sirius moved from where he was on the bed, and a hand gently found itself in your hair,

“y/n? are you alright?” and you didn’t really have it in you to lie anymore, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes that you were too stubborn to let fall, and opened your mouth,

“y/n! what happened? you just walked off.” yeah, bloody perfect timing mate.

“nothing.” you grit out, pushing your head back into sirius’ blanket.

“oi, what did i do?” he sounded offended, good, be offended.

you sat up, finally facing the dark haired boy, looking him dead in the eye, judging by his surprised face, the tears in your eyes didn’t falter, and said

“don’t you have a date to get ready for?”

he eyes softened, a small smile coming to his face. you felt sirius move from behind you, but you weren’t sure if he left until you heard the door close.

“evans? no, you should know by now i’ll never go out with her.” he laughed, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

“then why do you keep asking her?” crossing your arms over your chest, you were not pouting, by the way.

“it’s funny seeing her get annoyed with me,” he shrugged, “kinda like annoying you, but less fun”

you didn’t even have it in you to laugh, nor be offended. the stress and emotional toll of the day was heavily weighed on you now, you’d really appreciate it if james just left you to wallow.

“why so concerned about it anyways l/n?” he wiggled his eyes brows, which undoubtedly made him more attractive than it should have.

quite frankly you could blame it on potter being annoying, or the fact trhat you hadn’t eaten dinner yet, or even on the full moon that was coming up, but in reality the words just rushed out of your mouth, in a way you couldn’t control

“well you want to date her don’t you? you’ve been pining after her for so long you can’t see what’s right in bloody front of you.”

you didn’t have to look up to knwo that james froze, the way his breath hitched gave it away. you fucked up, oh god you fucked up so bad.

he knew, of course he knew. it was quite obvious. he’s going to hate you now, god he’s going to hat-

“y/n.” you heard him whisper, cutting off your anxious thought process, “look at me.”

no, you thought, it’s a bad iwa, he’s going to flat out reject you and you’re going to have to go cry to remus, again.

“y/n. darling, look at me please?” his voice was closer, softer, it made your insides flip in a way only james has ever made them.

you looked up meeting his brown eyes, there was a look in them, one yu coudlnt describe, ien you’ve never seen.

“you want to tell me what you meant? what’s right in front of me? ‘cause ill i’m seeing tis you darling” he’s got the half smirk on his face, he head tilted to the side in that joking manner he always had when teasing.

“bugger off.” you’ve had enough, standing up and walking towards the door, only for a hand to catch your wrist.

“y/n wait, i’m sorry. it’s not somethin to joke about is it?” spinning around, you shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes.

“james it’s fine, really. i-“

“no, it’s not.”

“it is! you like lily and it’s fine alright? you guys are so good tog-“

“there’s no way in bloody hell you think i actually like evans.”

“i- what.” confused, slightly flustered at the fact his hand was still on your wrist, and his eyes were now staring into yours.

“bloody hell y/n, i want you.”

you managed a good few seconds of complete nonsense rolling off you tongue before a proper word even managed to come out,

“what?” james laughed, more so giggled, shaking his head slightly.

“i want you, darling. have wanted you since 5th year actually.” he says it so causally, like this wasn’t what you’ve been dreaming of for the past year.

you very well may be dreaming right now.

“this isn’t real, it’s a joke right? maybe a dream even.”

“oi, it’s not a dream” he pouted, “i really like you!” his nose scrunched, his pout becoming bigger if possible. he’s a child, really.

speechless, is a word that would describe why you simply stared at his face, not really processing the fact that james potter, THE james potter, confessed to you.

his hand felt warm on your wrist, and his smile seemed to be twice as bright, only flattering as another minute went by without you saying anything.

“er- did i..misread this?” he awkwardly let go, taking a step back, but no, no, you just got him, you weren’t letting him go that easily.

your hands quickly flew to his tie, pulling his back infront of you, he tripped over his own two feet, and got closer than what you expected.

“no, no! i like you too! i um, just can’t believe it’s real.” you mumbled, cheeks flaming red.

he chuckled, and suddenly a hand was on your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours. warm, and real, and he tasted a bit like mint and chocolate.

before you had the chance to kiss back, he smiled, pulling away slightly

“believe it now darling?”

you rolled your eyes, “fuck you potter,” before pulling his lips back to yours, properly kissing the boy youd dreamed of for months on edge.

the kiss was everything you could have imagined and more, the way his hand gently cradled your neck, as the other found its rightful spot on your waist, drawing you closer. the way his lips felt so sweet agaisnt yours, you practically wanted to melt into his arms and never let go.

and when he pulled back again, his eyes looked as if they were filled with stars. his smiled gentle, soft, and everything that screamed james.

and even if this was a dream, you’re pretty happy with how it turned out.