#rip the other fanfic for a while but i need to save face in the family lmao

[elucienweekofficial]

Elucien Fanfic Crossword Answer Key- One Shots

How did you do? It's our hope through this week of puzzles that folks are able to find an existing fanfiction that speaks to them! Consider these a small masterlist filled with recommendations from the community itself. Below you'll find every fanfiction recommended attached to the author who created it, added in the order they were submitted! Fics were also categorized to their best of our ability. Check them out below!

Heading Straight to You by @lucienarcheron

Inspired by a tumblr post I've also linked below: "I need elain to have her anthony bridgerton moment where lucien asks if she wants him to sever the bond and leave & she goes “do you think there’s a corner on this earth that you could travel to far enough to free me from this torment? you are the bane of my existence. and the object of all my desires."

So I decided to give elucien their own bridgerton moment :) Enjoy!

Hot and Clumsy by @witch-and-her-witcher

Feyre had warned him against falling into bed with her sister - but why hadn't she warned Lucien against the greater threat?

Of falling deeply, madly, inconceivably in love with Elain Archeron.

or

Lucien catches feelings bad in the yoga studio.

full moon, white honey by @shardminds

The worn parchment that had once held a recipe lay untouched in her quarters. She no longer needed it. Celandine, White Myrtle, Brain of a Drowner. Crush, Boil with Spirit, Bottle once cooled. Thirteen words seared into her bones. For the Witcher who too often showed her his.

all is for love, is for mind by @shardminds

Lulled by the song of the wind as it called through the valley, Elain watched the clouds form impossible shapes, carried on the same breeze that cooled her heated skin, and asked the only question she had left.

“What does love feel like?”

Letters by @nocasdatsgay

Lucien takes the brunt of Koschei’s curse and using her powers Elain sees the key to saving him is somewhere in the stack of letters he’s sent her over the years.

Hover Corte by. @areyoudreaminof

On her own self-imposed exile, Elain finds herself in the human lands to offer help to the Band of Exiles and try to make some progress with her estranged mate. Lucien, meanwhile, can’t quite find his footing with Elain. With the clock ticking, can they finally come to an understanding?

This Time, I'm Ready by @lucienarcheron

Inspired by Long Story Short by TS. I was listening to it randomly and a scene of Elain started playing out in my head. Recommend listening to it while reading :)

A Heartbreak in Mid-December by @climbthemountain2020

Lucien gets rip-roaring drunk after yet another failure of a Solstice and spends some time reflecting on the events that led him here. He decides that perhaps it's time to let go of the bond once and for all.

OR

ClimbTheMountain2020 couldn't stop picturing Elucien scenarios while listening to Neck Deep.

A Cut Above The Rest by @crazy-ache

“Wait!” Elain clambered to her feet, jumping off the bed. He looked at her expectedly, dagger in one hand and a handful of hair in the other. What was there to say? That she had always secretly adored his hair just the way it was? That he couldn’t possibly cut it before she even had the chance to run her fingers through it? “Let me do it,” she said.

While on the run in the Continent, Elain and Lucien must discuss what has remained unspoken after a frightening incident.

Desperately Waiting by shipatfirstsight

She tries not to think about Lucien

And now good-morrow to our waking souls by zipadeea

“Good morrow to you, little Lucien,” Rhysand crooned as he stepped forth from the shadowy ether, watching Lucien stand slowly and brush the grass from his trousers. “Here to treat with me again regarding my bargain with Feyre darling?”

Lucien took a deep breath, willing the need to punch the smirk off Rhysand’s smug face out of his body.

“No. Well,” Lucien said thoughtfully. “Yes. I suppose. I want you to keep her. Don’t bring Feyre back at the end of the week. Keep her in the Night Court.”

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Lucien tries to save the three Archeron sisters. He fails.

Cinnamon and Honey by @velidewrites

Lucien has long given up on his crush on Elain Archeron — until she drops by his flower shop to return a bouquet from her now ex-boyfriend.

I Can't Help Myself From Looking At You by @tuzna-pesma-snova

Years have passed since Elain had last seen Lucien and since she had broken the bond. But once all High Lords get invited to Nyx's 18th birthday party their encounter is inevitable. Will this encounter change everything or not?

Rita's Shenanigans by @vulpes-fennec

Hoping to break the ice with her mate, Elain enlists her family’s help in setting up a night out at Rita’s. A post-ACOSF, Modern AU (with Fae lore).

Troublesome Child by NovaComette

Rhysand and Feyre left for the day and it's up to Elain and Lucien to take care of Nyx. And what hell of a day they'll have to deal with.

Help! I'm Fainting by @sunshinebingo

“I need a healer,” Elain loudly exclaimed. “What!?” Lucien pulled his chair back in a panicked state. Was she sick? What was – Elain reached him before he could stand and oh so gently dropped herself on his lap with a breathless, “Help! I’m fainting.”

...

When his mate barged into his office claiming to be sick, Lucien had to find out what she had and how to take care of her.

bet on me by @crazy-ache

Elain is caught sulking at her sister's mating ceremony. Lucien wagers a drinking game to prove who knows the other best.

“Go on. Tell me all about myself, Lucien Vanserra.”

And there is the matter of something charged sitting between them at the table. He was challenging her. An invitation for friction, a consideration to be included in the joke, a bid to entwine in something deliciously improper. Elain could not remember the last time anyone had offered her anything remotely tantalizing.

Inspiration by @lucienarcheron

Prompt: Modern AU | Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

Forget Me Not by @lucienarcheron

Drunk Elain and her shenanigans.

in eternal bloom by @crazy-ache

On the quest to find the sixth mortal queen, Lucien Vanserra meets a human with brown eyes and that same stubborn Archeron nose. Together, on their search for Vassa, Lucien befriends Elain’s father, and learns a bit more about his mate.

I Like You by @fieldofdaisiies

Elain decides that she is ready to make a move towards Lucien. And yes, it is a bit sad.

Speak Now by @separatist-apologist

I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima

But in the end, it didn’t matter what Elain did to protect the puzzle - three pieces had been missing right from the start. They would never fall into place. Elain felt like that puzzle every time she saw Lucien, every time Feyre brought up his name, tried to push Elain into accepting him. She could see the image, see the outcome in her mind - the perfect life, the love, the children, the years together - but she wasn’t whole. She was lacking those pieces - the one thing that would make her the full image of a perfect, doting wife.

Or: The author saying ace!Elain rights.

Metamorphosis by @starry-mantle

How a butterfly and some reference books lead Elain to reconsider the mate she's been trying so hard to ignore.

A Feeling So Peculiar by @rarephloxes

As Elain struggles to embrace her new body after being drowned in the Cauldron for political purposes she has never been privy to, she undertakes the gruesome journey to dissociate herself from whomever she has ever been or could ever become, Elain feels ready to do what it takes to quiet her mind and dull her senses. In her haste and need to flee while staying inside, she finds herself drawn to knowledge that will change the course of her destiny.

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Or: The Healer!Elain fic

curses and gifts by @crazy-ache

In which Elain is cursed to live that fateful day with the Cauldron again and again and again. Until a choice is made.

lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @withclawandvine

On Elain’s birthday Lucien sends her a gift. She decides she’s going to put an end to these unwanted, unreciprocated presents once and for all. Instead, something begins.

Sunshine and Reunions by @shallyne

This Oneshot plays in the same Universe as Sunshine and Promises BUT you can read it seperately

Elain is sick and Lucien visits her

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic finder

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1. I'm looking for a fic that's during the Cloud Recesses study arc where, WWX I think, found out Wen Chao couldn't read and started teaching him. I think a couple of the other kids started helping him, MianMian maybe? I can't remember much but they definitely helped him learn how to read and became friends. TIA

FOUND? Wei Wuxian’s Super Special Super Secret Book Club by Anonyma (T, 31k, WWX & WC & LQY, WangXian, Canon Divergence)

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2. hello!! All good? I'm looking for a collection of one shots, and I can't find it, I read it a little while ago but I remember a one shot, where Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying were discussing the fact that Wei Ying had saved the heirs of the sects in cave and Jin Ling was listening and Wei Ying was saying that if he hadn't saved the heirs Jin Ling wouldn't exist and Jiang Cheng said something like, Whatever.... Honestly, I don't even remember the tags, but Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying realizing that Jin Ling had heard, Wei Ying asks what Jin Ling wants. @sweettiebah

FOUND! 🔒 Chapter 11: Careless Words of Short Prompts by Vrishchika (JL POV - Not JC Friendly - WWX loses his patience)

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3. Hello !! Ive read this fanfic a while ago and I have multiple ss of it since i like to save memorable parts of the fic but now i cant remember it anymore </3 i dont remember the synopsis but there was a scene where Lwj and Wwx were in an inn while out night hunting, and wwx suspected the person serving them to have poisoned lwj, wwx got really angry and threatened the guy to the max

quote:

Wei Wuxian slammed him against the wall again, cutting off his rapid ramblings and jostling his fractured arm. "Your stories bore me," he spoke lowly, peering his head around slightly so as to almost look into Heng She's face. He still had yet to acknowledge Lan Wangji's presence. "Tell me why you poisoned the tea, or I will hang you in the street by your intestines, ripped open to let the crows feed on your liver." @jingyisbff

FOUND! let me sing to you by greybird_crookedbranch (T, 61k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, adorable Juniors, Minor Original Character(s)for plot purposes, Minor Violence, Demonic Cultivation, resentful energy, Trauma, Guilt, Protectiveness, BAMF WWX, Hurt wwx, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Baby Lans, Mental Instability, Possession, it's a case fic but the case is for the hurts, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ, a tasteful seasoning of Yunmeng Bros Reconcilliation, CQL canon except LWJ is not chief cultivator, Nightmares)

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4. Hello! T__T I have my focus mode on so my distracting apps like twitter (x) are paused. I took a 5 minutes break and opened it. I saw a threadfic of Bottomji/Topxian (Omegaverse) They already have 3 kids (Yuan, Twins) but they are all alphas. lwj wants a daughter (or an omega son). He rode wwx that night then let him knot him for 3x. They were on a date and lwj bought some robes for a girl the confronts wwx that he wants a daughter.... Thats all Ive read. I want to read the whole thread but my app closed. 💔 Can you guys help me with it? I cant find it anymore.

FOUND! sounds like this twt threadfic by @/omegawangji

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5. Hi, I need help finding a fic I’m pretty sure I’ve seen recommended on here a couple years ago.

I don’t remember the title or the author. It was on AO3. It was an Alternative Universe fic where WWX is an art student (and lived in a dorm with the Wen siblings) and LWJ has a very active but discreet sex life. WangXian know each other but they’re not together. Eventually they start sleeping with each other (WWX doesn’t realize LWJ actually likes him and he’s not just another hookup). There is also a secondary plot about one of LWJ’s past hookups stalking and tormenting them at a club or party at some point? T

his is all I can remember, unfortunately. I hope to reach someone who knows which fic this is by asking on here. WangXian nation, do your thing! 🙏

FOUND? show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, lwj/others, communication failure, mutual pining, artists, demisexual wwx, angst w/ happy ending) It doesn't match exactly but some details do

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6. For fic finder, a fic I read a good while back.

It was one of those “jgs magically spies on the burial mounds to get people to hate wwx and the remnants” but in this one wwx and lwj did the “a-yuan is birthed from wwx” thing and the people spying believe it. Lqr passes out for a bit and lxc and jc start planning a wedding since lwj apparently deflowered wwx. I think it was completed

FOUND! Assumptions by draechaeli (T, 50k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mainly Novel with a few CQL and Donghua bits, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Adoption, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, not mpreg, Not Established Relationship, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Fix-It, gender non-conforming titles)

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7. Hello! Here's one I've read a dozen times and would swear I have bookmarked, but now I can't find it. Basically, LZ is a courtesan/assassin who's sent by JGS to seduce and kill the powerful Yiling Patriarch. Meng Yao is working with LZ, although he has his own plans against JGS, of course. WWX later realizes LZ's brother is alive and looking for him, so he brings them together. (By the way, are you thinking of adding a Courtesan compilation? There are plenty of good ones to rec!) Thank you! @ladysalieri (we don't have a courtesan au specific comp but we do have a royalty one that includes a few! ^^ - Mod C)

FOUND! out to get you (to get you) by iliacquer (E, 41k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, switching, top/bottom LWJ, top/bottom WWX, power play, courtesan LWJ, assassin LWJ, dark lord WWX, bondage, happy ending, past slavery)

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8. Hello i am looking for a fic where modern lwj time travels to the canon era and becomes original lwj, in the fic he is betrothed to yilling patriarch wy who sends him letters, and wy becomes more desperate and insane because lwj doesn't answers his letters. @ahiku-chan

FOUND? if this is a dream, i pray to never wake up by dangodangomilk (M, 27k, WangXian, Marriage, Weddings, Engagement, Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes, YLLZ WWX, false amnesia, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fluff and Angst, Sexual Content)

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9. hello! i'm looking for a fic from lwj's pov. he runs into wwx (dark) in yiling i think, after burial mounds but before his new body. lwj is horrified by how bad he looks and convinces him to go to an inn (wwx mean), they have sex. during this lwj realizes that wwx's bones are all broken from his fall in the burial mounds and he is holding them stable with resentful energy. he can't heal them, but the resentful energy is working as a stopgap. possibly of it's own volition? bittersweet? thx! @saydams

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10. Hello!! I love this blog, where I find fics to read!! A few days ago, I asked someone to find me a fic, but I'm here again because I remembered med and another fic that I loved reading, but currently can't find.

The things I remember: Wangxian has an spiritual connection, which is why the golden core transfer does not occur (and it is qing who informs Wei Ying of the connection, as Madam Yu knew and gave tea to undo the connection but it did not work ) and if I'm not mistaken Yanli is the one who told Wei Ying that the spiritual connection no longer exists (which is obviously wrong)

If you can't find it, I ask you to recommend something similar.

Thank you ❤💛🖤 @sweettiebah

FOUND! Half of my soul by Asphodel_Meadow (T, 8k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, 5+1 Things, kinda soul bond but with their golden cores, POV Outsider, POV Alternating)

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11. Hi, im looking for a fic where when Wei Wuxian was dead others tried to flirt with Lan Wangji. I remember one of the scenes where Shizui was walking to the jingshi and overherd someone (a cousin of Lan Jingyi?) trying to flirt with Lan Wangji. I think it was a 5+1 type of deal. No matter the way i word it, i cant find it. I`ve been looking on and off for months. @herebedragons02

FOUND? Criteria by incendir (T, 10k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian) Criteria from the Resolutions series! I've reread ot enough to know that description on site

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12. I hope you don't mind me asking, i'm looking for a wangxian fic where there is a scene that takes place in the cloud recesses where jiang cheng injures nie huaisang and nie mingjue almost declares war on the jiang sect. Thats as much as i remember I hope it's enough to go on. If it helps any it was either a Jiang Cheng bashing fic or a Jiang Family bashing. / Hi i'm looking for a Jiang Cheng or Jiang Family Bashing fic (can't remember which it was) where Nie Huaisang gets severely injured by Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue almost declares war on the Jiang Sect. Thank you. @hanabichan2018

FOUND? Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

FOUND? A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, Not JIang Family Friendly, Not Cultivation World Friendly, WWX Needs a Hug, Family Dynamics, What is a good family?, Fear of emotions does not excuse abuse, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, LXC needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Not YZY Friendly)

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13. Hello I’ve been looking for this fic but I cannot find it I remember seeing it before it’s where in order to survive the burial mounds WY exchanges his heart which changes how he acts and then at the end JC, JYL, LWJ and NH decide to go to the burial mounds to see what happened to WY

FOUND?🔒 between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, wangxian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating)

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14. Hi! For next fic finder, could you help me find a modern wangxian au with combination of arranged marriage, marriage of convenient (i think it is), and contract marriage. YZY arranged a marriage between WWX and LWJ for a bussiness cooperation. WWX agreed to that so he can get away from the Jiang (especially YZY) and to make his own carrier. Then LWJ and WWX make a contract to make the marriage last until 2 years and decided if they want to keep the marriage or not. I think LWJ playing his guqin and WWX is used to that and when 2 years almost up, WWX didnt want to get divorce. The fic is focused about them getting to know each other. I think thats all i can remember. I read that in 2021 so the detail is kinda patchy. If you dont know the fic at least a confirmation that im not the only one that ever read this. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

Hi, im #14. Unfortunately its not the fic that iam searching for. The one that iam serching for focused on wangxian, other characters barely appears. Even the jiangs only gets mentioned. Wwx didnt work for Jiang, i think he is graphic design freelancer? The agrement for divorce is between the two of them, their family didnt know about their agreement. They choose how long they stay together before divorce after they think that the project between their family is finished so their divorce wont effect the project. WWX even has a plan after their divorce to open his own office. If i remember corectly, WWX realize he didnt want to get divorced is a few days before the day of their divorce. Like he is in his room and thinking that after their divorce, he cant listening to LWJ playing his guqin and spend their days together and he didnt want that.

I really hope i didnt mix several fic together. Thank you!

NOT FOUND! you're the only thing i think i got right by sandustorms (lucianclouds) (M, 48k, wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Falling In Love, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic, Married Life, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, do you remember that fake reddit post abt the guy that fell for his husband, that he was arranged to be married to, that was kind of what inspired this, Happy Ending, Modern, Strangers to Lovers, Romance)

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15. Hello Mods, hope you are having a good day (^ ω ^)

This is for the fic finder and I'm not quite sure about this so just to be safe I don't want to upset anyone so

Trigger Warning! Trigger Warning! Trigger Warning!

This is what I remember: WWX is roofied or SA'ed in the Cloud Recesses ( I don't remember if that is shown) and there's a lot about how he handle it (denial? minimizing? disassociation?), and LWJ is there, he didn't do it, he is good, and anti-victim-blaming? if that makes sense?

FOUND? obscura: ink stain by AvoOwO (M, 20k, wangxian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Canon Divergence, Emotions, Heavy Angst, Painting, Temporary Amnesia, Drugs, Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drink Spiking, Victim Blaming, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ Has a Crush, Soft wangxian, Holding Hands, Blood and Violence, Good Sibling JC, Protective JC, WWX is a Mess, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Protective LXC, Good Sibling LXC, Good Uncle LQR, LQR Tries, OCs, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, WWX Needs a Hug, someone gets punched a lot, LWJ contemplates murder for a moment, JC almost gets it done, not quite about romance, as much as romance elements there, more so about the small things, LWJ loves how WWX smells, some nasty things are said, WWX def needs a nap, he gets one dw, LQR Gets Shit Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Scheming NHS)

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16. Hi! For fic finder, I am looking for a short-ish fic where Jin Ling learns that Wei Wuxian is the one who named him “Rulan.” Jin Ling then realizes he is named after the Lans, and he has a teenage meltdown about how he is named after his uncle’s crush. Does this sound familiar? Thank you, everyone, for all your help! @gloriousclotpole

FOUND! three days gone by occultings (microcomets) (G, 4k, JL & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Family Bonding, Homophobic Language, Fluff) there may be a few fics that fit, is it maybe the one where jin ling and jiang cheng are reading sect letters together, and jin ling got mad about being called "rulan"? so far i found another fic, ig it's "similar" since jin ling's only mad for one sentence, but i thought to link it anyway

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17. Hi! I'm looking for a fic, but i only remember a specific scene from it: wwx and the wens on the horses and it's raining and lan zhan lets them go, but then i guess granny wen says go back and get him, and when they return, lan zhan is soaking wet and she says something along the lines of 'dramatic young people'. Thank you so much!

FOUND? Turn Around by mondengel (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, humor)

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18. Hi, I'm looking for an AU WIP fic where WWX has to wear a mask; nobody but family is allowed to see his face. He and LWJ have an arranged marriage, but LWJ still refuses to let him take his mask off, and doesn't make any effort in the marriage. Very soon after they are married, he takes Wen Qing as a concubine, without explaining anything to WWX. WWX moves to a house near Lotus Pier, and there is a bit about him adopting children, but I can't remember how that came about... Thank you! @godiva696

FOUND! Sounds like the deleted "A price to pay" by wangxianist.

Not FOUND! sounds sorta like shana's identity porn fic here on tumblr

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19. Hello! 😃 I hope you can help me find this fic that I have been looking for!

I only remember that Wei Wuxian gets reunited with the sect leader of the Yu sect,(she is basically his grandma I think) and he get very emotional, it is also at a discussion conference or something like that, it is a very sweet/happy scene.

thank you 😊

NOT FOUND!🔒补救; to remedy, to do something to correct or improve something that is wrong by ravenditefairylights (G, 21k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Angst, Healing, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Getting Together, Everybody Gets Their Shit Together, Family Feels, Teacher WWX, Soft WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Marriage Proposal, Assassination Attempt(s), Family Bonding, soup as a metaphor, Meishan as a metaphor, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Forgiveness, BAMF WWX, Assassin WWX) i'm not positive this is it, but has a scene like that

Not FOUND And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) has a wwx-Sect Leader Yu relationship a bit like that? They meet up in Meishan, though, it's not a conference

Not FOUND The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (M, 127k, WIP, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Good Parents LWJ and WWX, Pining, WWX is a Tease, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, WWX is not in MXY's body, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Blood, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, Méishān Yú Sect, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention, Timeline What Timeline, Sexual Harassment Threats) has wwx summoned by an OC Yu cousin instead of mxy, so there is some wwx-Yu sect interactions in the story. I don't remember it being particularly sweet or happy, but the setting is a conference

Not FOUND Moments of Revelation by meyari (T, 133k, ChengSang, WangXian, XiYao, POV JC, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Character Death, not anyone we care about, Time Travel Fix-It, Self-Sacrifice, Torture, Chronic Pain, Chronic anxiety, magical healing and how it fails, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Chronic Mental Health Issues, Assassination, renamed my, Families of Choice, Original Supporting characters, Unreliable Narrator(s), Demonic Possession) last suggestion, and this probably isn't it, but it has a lot of Yunmeng Trio & Yu sect interactions (mostly Jiang Cheng centric, but wwx is there too lol)

FOUND! Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) the reunion scene is on ch31

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20. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where during the Sunshot Campaign, Wei Wuxian was able to tame the Xuanwu, resulting in victory. However, he wasn’t fully able to control its bloodlust so it was sequestered onto an island in Lotus Pier.

However, he leaves one day for a brief visit to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, JGS paid a child to visit the island and the child is killed. This causes WWX to go with the Xuanwu into the water surrounding the island and he disappears for many years.

Later on, Jin Ling ends up trying to prove himself by going into the forest surrounding this island (which has since filled with resentful energy). And finds that WWX has come back and the Xuanwu has been purified.

I’m not sure if it’s been deleted??

FOUND? The Turtle Master by Gotcocomilk (M, 40k, wangxian, JC & WWX, JL & WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Character Death Fix, shijie lives, Hurt/Comfort, OC Child death, zombie turtle!!, BAMF WWX, isnt he always, Fluff and Angst, first half is pain second half is soft)

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Stitches

Summary: The field medic of the 141 and Soap have been dancing around each other for a while, especially with Ghost and Red Fox already fucking.

Notes: this is a big fat fanfic of a fanfic (verse?) all credits for the character of red fox go to @charnelhouse. Reader is a medic/field doctor

Reader (*me*) is lowkey attracted red fox

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

They think they’re inconspicuous. Red looks amazing in that emerald dress, make-up and hair so perfect you think it’s has been done by someone who works for Vogue. She lights up the room as she walks in, and you can immediately see that Ghost doesn’t fucking like it.

The rest of the 141 slip out of the room to give the two of them some space, and it doesn’t take two minutes for them to start fucking.

You can all hear it.

Gaz has the decency to look away, pretend not to notice the very obvious sound of skin on skin, or his colleagues’ moan, but Price looks straight-up pissed, annoyed that the two of them can’t keep it in their pants until after their mission.

You glance over to Soap, who’s across the door, leaning against the wall. They walk out a few minutes later, and it takes all of your willpower not to make eye contact with Soap and start laughing.

And then, they all leave for the mission, and you’re left back at the hotel, waiting for them to come back. You can fight, you have combat experience – but you’re not great. What you’re great at is fixing people up.

Someone who can kill one second and then save a life the next, that is invaluable in the army. That was what Price had told you when you got in.

But that also meant that, while the others were out saving the world, you had to stay behind, pass the time by either rearranging your supplies the fifth time, or nervously watching live news, wondering if they’d show up on it.

They never do.

That doesn’t mean that missions don’t go to shit. The second Price throws the door to the hotel room open, practically ripping it from its hinges, you know something’s wrong.

Ghost storms in after him, carrying Red Fox. You see it immediately, the puddle of blood pouring out of her stomach and staining her dress scarlet.

He hovers over her like a mother hen, and you try to work around him but you can’t.

“Ghost, I need you to move.” You tell him, pulling up her dress and pointedly ignoring the dark bruises on her inner thighs.

He doesn’t reply.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” he tells Red, who’s not even there anymore. His hands hold her face, his massive body completely blocking you from accessing her wound. “Don’tchu fucking die on me, you hear me? Fucking stay alive!”

“Move!” you tell him again, and when he doesn’t move, you grab his face with both your hands, wrenching him around to look at you. He’s ready to murder you, and you try to gulp down your fear.

One look at Red bleeding out on the cot is enough to bring your courage back.

“If you want her to live, get the fuck out of this room.” You tell him, punctuating your words by moving closer to him until you’re only centimeters apart.

He’s frozen in front of you, and the position you’re in is starting to get incredibly awkward. Finally, Soap, who appeared from god knows where, pulls Ghost away with some words you don’t understand.

You turn back to Red Fox, who’s unconscious from blood loss and get your tools. Even though you feel like you’re going to throw up, knowing exactly that Ghost might rip your head off if she dies, your hands are still.

It’s mechanical. You’ve done it a thousand times on the other team members. Bullets clink into a metal tray, and after all three are out, you stitch her back together and prepare her blood transfusion. You’re still worried she won’t make it.

The 141 are all massive, but Red is half their size. Her face is completely drained, and you know that she’ll probably be out for some more time.

By the time you’re done with pulling her back together, there’s another beginning to a mangled scar on her body, and your hands are covered in her blood.

She still looks stunning. Envy blooms in your chest, and you set your mind on labelling all the biohazards correctly.

Ghost storms in later, practically breaking the door down again, and you barely manage to stop him from ruining all your work again.

“She’s okay.” You lie, firmly pushing him down onto the only chair in the room. “Just don’t fuck her the second she wakes up.”

You hadn’t meant to say that last part. His eyes snap up at you, and you know he’s pissed.

“Finish your job.” He hisses. “And then comment on us.”

A day later, Red is back on her feet. She hangs onto Ghost, following him down to the bar where you’re all having a drink to the end of the mission. You made sure to ingrain it into his mind that she wasn’t allowed to drink today.

While the others gather at the bar, you sit on one of the plushy sofas in the lounge area, trying to compile your incoherent notes into a medical report that Price so desperately wants by the end of the night.

You can feel the beginning of a headache, Red’s blood still crusted under your fingernails, despite gloves and washing. She looks better off than you.

She was sleeping while you had to stay awake to make sure nothing would go wrong last second.

You draw your knees up to your chest, balancing the clipboard and spreading out your notes around you. After a while, the noise the rest of the 141 is making fades into the background, and you manage to start the report.

That is, until Soap interrupts you. Scotch in hand, he moves your notes out of the way, sitting down in a sea of paper.

“What’cha doin’?” he asks.

“Report for Price.”

“And he wants that ‘till tonight?” Soap asks. There’s a sarcastic tone in his voice that is pissing you off. He’s having a great time.

“Yeah.” You deadpan. You’re about to lose your mind over the formatting program you’re using, and Soap slings his arm around your shoulder, holding out his glass.

“How about,” he begins, reaching out for your laptop. “You close that.”

You want to protest, but he’s already pushed it closed, and you honestly can’t be bothered to open it again. In an attempt to look productive, you sort your papers. You can see Soap stacking others, bringing them completely out of order.

“Why so tense bonnie?” he asks, firmly taking your things out of your hands.

“I am not tense.” You snap. Soap throws his hands up in mock surrender, which only serves to piss you off more.

“C’mon little lady. Have a drink for once.”

He knows you hate that nickname.  You forgive him because he’s too attractive for his own good, not that you’d ever tell him that. He’s got a massive ego anyway.

Soap is satisfied with you taking a break, and walks back to the bar to talk with the others.

At the end of that evening, Price is the first to leave, closely followed by Red Fox and Ghost. You roll your eyes, knowing that they won’t heed your medical advice. Finally, Gaz slips away too.

You pull your laptop back onto your legs, and start on the medical report again. You’ve got maybe half an hour left before it needs to be done.

Suddenly, you feel someone standing behind you. Soap.

You grumble to yourself, clicking away on the keys a little harsher than you’d intended.

“You,” Soap begins, leaning down to your ear., “Need to relax.”

Without much warning, his hands dig into your shoulders, working out the knots. You let your head fall back with a groan.

“That bad, bonnie?” he asks.

You nod absentmindedly. He hits an especially bad knot in your right shoulder and you can see his eyes widen without looking.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” He mutters. “You store rocks in there?”

“All from dealing with Ghost.” You reply. Soap swings over the sofa, and sits back down next to you. He sets his glass of Scotch down on the table, resting his head on your shoulder.

He’s awfully comfortable in your personal space.

“That how you get the ladies into your bed? With back rubs?” you joke, and Soap snorts.

“Usually takes much less effort.”

“Sure it does.”

“You just have high standards from med school.” He shrugs. You try to ignore the fact that he’s flirting with you. And that you’re enjoying it.

“I do not.”

“You do. Price doesn’t need all that for his report. What do you think mine look like?”

You turn to look at Soap, who’s gesturing to your screen.

“I don’t want to imagine.” You reply.

“That so?” he asks. You barely hear him. Your eyes flicker down to your lips. You don’t mean to do that.

“Mhm.” You mumble, tearing your eyes away. You tell yourself that this is just because you haven’t been dicked down for a while. It’s only partly true. The other part of it is the embarrassing crush you’re harboring.

Soap grows uncharacteristically silent at your lackluster response.

“Red looked really good in that dress, don’t you think?” you say to break the awkward silence.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about Red.” Soap replies.

What?

There’s a moment of tension, and then Soap leans forward, kissing you with an urgency that you can almost taste from the taste of Scotch on his tongue. You let out a surprised sound, and Soap laughs into the kiss.

You kiss him back hard, hands scraping over his neck, and his cocky laugh turns into a groan. He’s pulled you onto his lap in the blink of an eye, and you barely manage to set down your laptop on the able before his arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest.

Soap moves fast, trailing kisses down your jaw and biting your neck. You let out a small moan, before immediately looking around the lobby.

“C’mon Stitches.” He says, crooning your callsign. “Relax. There’s no one here.”

His hands roll your hips, and you can feel the growing bulge in his pants. You reply by letting your own hands wander under his clothes, running them up his chest. Desperate for friction, you let him guide you, biting back sounds that would give you away.

“I want to hear you.” He demands, pupils blown wide.

“Then take me back to your room.” You say, and Soap doesn’t have to be told twice, haphazardly, he grabs papers and laptop in one hand, and pulls you into his side with the other. In the elevator, he tugs at your uniform, and you peel off your jacket.

His follows quickly, and then his shirt, and you take a moment to stare while Soap tries to balance his and your things in one arm.

“Your turn.” He says, and you pull your shirt over your head. He’s absolutely shameless, staring at your tits, only interrupted by the ding of the elevator, and then he pulls you outside, practically stumbling into the nearest wall. He lifts you up with one arm, hand under your ass and you’re once again reminded how strong everyone in the 141 is.

“Card’s in my pocket.” He manages, and your hand drifts into the pocket he gestured to, pulling out the card and swiping it on the door.

As soon as you’re inside, Soap drops everything apart from you, stepping through the absolute chaos you expected from his room and letting you down on his bed.

Soap

She pulls him down by the shoulders, and he barely manages to catch himself before her mouth connects with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip.

He knows he’s being greedy, but he’s been waiting for this since she joined the team. He opens her pants, and she lets him pull them off, lets him paw at her thighs.

“Sit on my face.” He says, and she looks up at him, confused.

“What?” she asks. She looks adorably shocked

“You heard me.” Soap replies. Slowly, she gets up, pulling off her panties as Soap leans back. She’s hesitant, hovering above him and Soap pulls her down, holding her in place firmly. He can hear her moans, albeit muffled as he tastes her.

She tastes fucking amazing.

After a moment, he feels the weight atop him shift, and her hands on his trousers. She makes quick work of them, and his boxers, and Soap barely has any time to process it before her mouth is on his cock.

“Fuck.” He groans, and it goes straight to her cunt. He can feel her moan on his dick, and she takes him impossibly deep.

Her hips grind down on his face, and every last thought leaves Soap’s head. All he can think of is her on his face, and fuck, she was too good at sucking dick.

And when Soap felt that sensation creeping up on him, he lifted her up and turned her around.

“Fuck, what’d you do that for?” she asks, completely out of breath.

“I wanna cum inside you.” Soap manages. He’s almost more exhausted than she is.

“Fuck. That sounds really nice.” She replies

“Yeah?” Soap asks, laughing. “C’mere love.”

She’s scrambling to get into Soap’s arms, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to catch feelings.

When he kisses her, he knows she can taste herself on his lips.

“You like that?” he teases, and she nods. Her eyes are completely glazed over, and Soap can’t pretend that he loves the fact she’s cockdrunk on him.

“Please.” She begs. With one movement, he’s buried inside her, and she lets out a moan so loud that Ghost and Red have probably heard it.

“Didn’t know you’d be so loud.” He teases.

“Is that-“ she begins, interrupted by her own moan. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Nah. I wanna hear you.”

He thrusts forward, watching her eyes roll back. Her hands are digging into his back, scratching downwards, and Soap is certain that there’ll be scratches there tomorrow.

“Soap.” She murmurs. Her legs wrap around his waist, pushing him closer to her.

“Say my name.” he demands, His hand finds her sweet spot, and he’s got her arching into him.

“John.”

“Say it again.” He demands, and she obliges, chanting his name like a prayer. It’s going to his head that put-together, competent, always perfect Stitches is falling apart under him.

And then she’s there. He can feel it, her cunt sucking him dry, always demanding for more. He wants to give it all to her.

He’s close behind, and there’s still only her. Her body, her face, her moans all for him.

She holds him even closer when he cums, if that’s even possible. His lips crash onto hers, desperate and all-consuming, but she meets him with the calm she always brings when someone get put under her care.

He stays inside her, lazy and tired, and she kisses him more softly, peppering them down her neck and biting his shoulder softly.

Slowly, he untangles himself from her. Soap feels both guilty and prou when he sees the bruises on her thighs, carefully cleaning her of him

“Looks like Ghost and Red had it right all along.” She finally says, and Soap laughs.

“They’re just both stuck in their horny teen phase.”

“I don’t think we’re the ones to talk right now.” She replies. Soap looks over to her. The blanket is barely over her hips, and he takes the chance to stare.

“Enjoying yourself?” she teases, and he nods. He reaches out, trailing his hand up her chest and to her neck, and she shudders.

“You’re insatiable.” She complains.

“Only for you, little lady.” He teases in return. She kisses him a little angrily, mostly to shut him up and Soap makes a note in his head that he can tease her like this the next time they fuck.

Hopefully at least.

Her kiss turns soft, and Soap finds himself melting into her. She pulls him into her arms, and Soap rests his head on her chest. He can hear her heart hammering from exertion and grins to himself, thinking he’s being slick.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks.

“You’re adorable, Stitches. Did ya know that?”

“Am I?”

She lets her hand trail down to his dick, and the effect is instantaneous.

“Jesus bonnie. Let a man catch his breath.”

She laughs, wrapping herself around him like a cat and putting her head into the crook of his neck. There’s a faint smell of shampoo coming off her, and Soap inhales it, completely indulgent.

Hs missed this ever since he joined the 141. And he knows he’s got a one-up on Gaz and Price and the others.

Stitches is there with him, and she’s soft and sweet. And if he’s hurt on the mission tomorrow, she’ll be there to put him back together so that he can take her apart afterwards.

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL yoongi / suga / agust d (teaser)

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. Hope the teaser catchers your attention! Let me know if you want to be in the tag list.

Blood was pumping threw your body with speed that seemed to be at hundreds miles per hour. The dizziness that came from all the adrenalin was slowly creeping up your brain. Your heart tried to climb out threw your now completely dry throat. You still couldn’t fathom how in the world you turned out to be naive and blind enough to find yourself in this damn situation.

The fact that the person who dragged you into all of this was standing petrified and held at gunpoint, was not making it any easier. The tall and well built male whom others referred to as Joon was staring you down while holding his silver piece close to Jungkooks head. “You better not try some bullshit bitch!” he snarled angrily. His gaze was locked onto your back. You could swear you felt the heat of his eyes burning threw your skin.

You were sweaty, your hair was messy and stuck to your forehead. While elbows deep in blood you tried to stop the hemorrhaging. The long haired male laying in front of you with horrific wounds was getting paler by the minute. You were smart enough to figure out he most likely was the boss of this whole group of questionable men.

“He needs a fucking hospital!” a hoarse scream flew out of your lips while you were desperately trying to stop the blood. At this point you felt it was almost overflowing the whole abdominal cavity.

The brunette moved up and took his gun away from your colleges head just to put it to your temple. The coldness of the metal sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed the dry ball forming in your mouth. You were slowly out of ideas. This was not a place for dealing with such wounds. In your mind you knew the young man should be on an operating table with blood bags hanging already. “I said no fucking hospitals!” the roared words snapped you back to reality and pierced threw you like an arrow.

“No way in hell am I gonna pull this shit off” you thought to yourself almost giving up. You were at the point of exhaustion you slowly stoped to care if you got shot or not. In all honesty you were slowly shitting yourself, the scenario of this whole fucked up deal was staring to hit you hard. Not only was some thugs life on the line but so was yours and your friends. The same damn friend who got you into this predicament in the first place.

As much as you wanted to rip Kooks stupid head right off his shoulders, you knew you had to focus on the task. It was the only way out of there. You closed your eyes trying to forget about the cold sting coming from the weapon that was painfully pushed against your scull.

Exhaling threw your nose loudly you suddenly thought of something. It was brutal but you had to try. “Get me salt!” you finally spat out. “Are you fucking crazy?!” one of the men standing at the door growled. He was shorter and of a lighter built but still had something about him that made your skin crawl. All of them made you feel extremely uneasy and wonder if you were gonna die even if you end up saving their main man. You saw them. You knew their faces and location. Were they really gonna let you walk out of there breathing?

Looking into the still not moving gangsters misty eyes you gritted your teeth. “I SAID GET ME SOME DAMN SALT YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” the words shot out of your mouth faster then you could think them threw. Luckily the insult only got them to move and fetch what you wanted. In a different situation you could imagine such talkback would only earn you a proper wack.

Jungkook looked at you with worried eyes. He was trembling a bit knowing what you were planning on doing. He heard some stories about this so called “last hope” method. It was mainly used at the military when doctors were out of supplies and tools. He knew you were always fascinated by medical work in the army. Still he prayed that you had at least the slightest idea about what you were doing and were aware of all the possible outcomes.

Of course you weighed your options. This approach was not something you would do while at the hospital but given your situation you had little to no choice. You could let this shady dude die and have your life taken with him or you could try and use a risky method.

Taking the pack of salt in your surprisingly steady hands you looked at the full of lesions and oozing abdomen. Taking a deep breath you tossed the powder.

Everyone in the room except for your coworker looked in utter shock and went silent for a while. Then a “The fuck you think you are doing?!” was let out in a high pitched note by someone.

You barely made out the next obscenities that were being thrown around by the now very anxious group of criminals. You steered yourself into your work zone. Staring at the cavity you already knew you dealt your cards well. The blood finally stopped flooding in and you could now start looking for all the torn vessels and start stitching them up.

Once more you closed your eyes, moved your head to both sides. The motion let out a loud crack and gave a little relief to your aching neck. Grabbing the suturing kit from the medical bag you began to work your magic.

Being a highly well trained trauma surgeon made you capable of working fast and efficiently under hefty amounts of stress. But no training at the hospital could prepare you for being trapped in a hellhole stitching up some shady persona while being held at gunpoint. And sure as fuck no one had you ready for all that was about to come next in your life…

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 8

💫PART 9💫

"I'm terrified", you whisper as Han pulls to a complete stop in Felix's driveway. A tight grip on your chest, your heart feels heavy for him, with the way you've been avoiding him, he must feel so left out, rejected even.

You absentmindedly intertwine your fingers with Han's, spreading them apart and then curling them up so they fold on their joints, the alternate motion distracting you a bit as you recollect your thoughts, "I am too, but we have tell him, y/n. I'd rather he found out directly from us than through the grapevine or the boys", he replies quietly, letting you play with his fingers for as long as you need, the quiver in your bottom lip being jut a little too much to handle right now.

You have been starting all of your mornings together, going through the mundane motions of settling in his apartment and getting breakfast and doing the grocery shop, deciding when and how to tell the boys.

It felt inevitable and nerve wracking, not because you were afraid of their reactions, the both of you knew just how supportive and friendly they had been so far with Jeongin and Changbin's relationships, and with Chan's and Minho's antics. You had no doubt they'd welcome the news.

What felt unnerving was letting Felix know. You had concluded that you would tell him first, and separately, to spare him the feeling of being left out and simultaneously intimidated. It's not like the boys were going to tease him or make him uncomfortable if he were to have an emotional reaction, but you both felt it was important for him to be the first to know.

Nodding in understanding, you sigh quietly, the vivid image of Felix's kind brown eyes going big and shiny with tears already tugging at your heartstrings, "I know... I know. I want to tell him too, but do you think he's going to feel a little intimidated if we talk to him together? I don't want him to think we're ganging up on him", you comment, biting at the inside of your cheek out of nervousness, "we are some of his best friends, he's not going to feel intimidated. Betrayed, heartbroken, maybe", Han replies with a sigh.

Your stomach is doing somersaults by the time you walk to Felix's door, Han's holding your hand firmly, his sweaty palm threatening to slip away any moment so you reinforce your grip on his fingers as well, "hopefully it's going to be okay...", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before he knocks.

The way Felix was overjoyed when you had called the other day had made you want to rip your arm out and give it to him as a tribute. As an apology gift. You hadn't mentioned to him that you wanted to talk to him about something so serious, just that you wanted to see him.

Nor did you vaguely touched upon Han being there, there was no point in lying or scheming over some complicated plan to reveal the truth about the two of you, you were just going to be open and honest and carefully present the truth to him, trying to save him as much heartbreak as possible.

"Angel!!". Felix cheers enthusiastically as soon as he opens the door, quickly enveloping you in his arms, squeezing your back and your shoulders, hugging you with his whole body. Oh how you missed it. The kashmere soft, vanilla laundry detergent scent of his clothes, the cute sounds he made while squeezing you, his fast fingers already kneading at the knots in your back muscles.

"Hi sunshine", you breathe out over his shoulder, a tiny droplet of a tear getting stuck in your tear duct. "Hannie?". Felix slowly lets go of you and greets his friend just as warmly, the endearing look of surprise plastered all over his face as he extends a tight hug to the brunette as well, "I didn't expect you here, did you and y/n come together?", he asks curiously, motioning for the both of you to step inside his apartment.

Tea and snacks are promptly set on the table, Felix hops around the living area making sure you're fed and comfortable, pale blue and faded green locks bouncing on his head, his pink rolled up sleeves sweatshirt swallowing him whole, he's the embodiment of tenderness and you can't help but tear up by just looking at him being himself.

Once the small talk is starting to drag out a little too much, you start shifting in your seat, your hands itching to stretch out over the couch and grab ahold of Han's, who mostly kept his eyes looking downwards at his feet this whole time, barely exchanged a few words with either of you, tension and sorrow evidently clear in his body language.

Taking advantage of a little pause in your chats, you nervously clear your throat and glance sideways at Han who tentatively nods in your direction, a small acknowledgment of your shared intentions: "Felix look I... need to talk to you about something-", "we... we need to talk to you", your boyfriend interjects, his voice low and strained, "we... are dat-", you start, your voice trembling, "we are in love".

You're not sure if you're the one with the most shocked expression or if Felix is but in the span of mere seconds Han stood up from his seat confessed for the both of you in a single breath. "I'm so sorry, I should've come clean way earlier and I should've talked to you sooner and should have been honest from the start but.. I-i never stopped loving her, from day one. When I told you kissing her was a mistake and that I wasn't in the right mind.. That was a lie. I wanted to do that with my whole heart, I wanted to be with her then and I wanted to be with her always. And for some God forsaken reason she - she took me back".

Han sucks in his breath, a quiet sob escaping his mouth too as he looks at you softly, you reach for his hand and squeeze it once, your heart smahing into pieces at his words. Felix frowns and squints his kind eyes, he instinctively springs to his feet and pulls Han to him in a bone cracking hug, "it's alright", he whispers, "it's-it's more than alright, you guys are in love, it's beautiful, there's nothing to be sorry about", he invites you into the hug as well, the three of you huddling close, tearing up quietly.

You sniffle and bury your face in Felix's shoulder, whispering about how sorry you are over and over as he gently pats your back and Han kisses your hair, mumbling his repeated apologies too, "guys guys please ...please stop apologizing, you're in love, never apologize for being in love".

Felix smiles sincerely and puts his hands on each of you and Han's shoulders, pulling the both of you closer to him, "I'm happy for you, I'm genuinely really happy for you", he says reassuringly but Han merely shakes his head,he places both of his hands on Felix's shoulders, holding him firmly, "Lix you don't have to put on a brave face, you have every right to be upset, I know i hurt you, I betrayed your trust and that's not excusable".

Sighing just barely, Felix squeezes his friend's hands, "Hannie, I appreciate the consideration but ...and-and I-I don't want either of you to get me wrong cause I do love you both but ...it's not ..", he fidgets a little before gently letting go of Han and fully turning to you, now taking your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on your skin, "sweetie ...", he starts, a small, comforting smile on his lips as his eyes look intently into yours, "I had been in love with you, I'm not going to lie. You have always been my best friend, my little heart ... ".

You feel fresh tears swelling up in the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip trembking with how much you're trying to prevent yourself from fully burst, the tenderness in Felix's voice breaking you piece by piece, "I wanted to tell you, so many times. But it felt wrong, cause I know you, I know the look in your eyes when you're floating above everything, head over heels. I've seen that look, that breeze, that air about you when you're pining over someone. And that someone has never been me. It was Han, it was always Han".

The man himself visibly melts at that, he squints adorably, his hands reaching for you, eager to brush your pink cheeks, but he holds back, not wanting to interrupt your moment with Felix, "throughout these past few years I've come to realize I just couldn't possibly ruin that for you, I decided I was going to keep my feelings and safe guard both of our hearts. And you know ...", Felix pauses, rubbing the inside of your forearms, looking down as he does so, "time helps. Time helped a lot".

He glances at the both of you, inhaling deeply before continuing:"... and then I got this amazing opportunity delivered to me like the perfectly timed gift that it is and it gave me the exact purpose to try and move on... I actually wanted to tell you this whole time, that's why I kept insisting I wanted to see you lately, I was finalizing this: I'm leaving".

Both you and Han look at your friend, gobsmacked. Felix smiles sheepishly and lets go of you, sticking his hands into his pockets, "I wanted to tell you under different circumstances, like at the bar with the other guys like I did the other night: I've been offered to volunteer with children in Laos and then Rio De Janeiro. It's been my dream for so long and I kind of don't want to miss this opportunity. I've known about it for quite a bit now, I've been busy a lot at work cause I was trying to rearrange and plan my whole future ahead basically. Or at least the foreseeable one for the next 3 years".

3. Years. Little by little something crumbles in your chest, the tears you've been trying hard to hold back now fully escaping your control. "You're-you're leaving for 3 years?", you breathe out, temporarily holding onto Han for support who falls so silent, "they said 1 one year is the minimum and that it can be extended up to 3 years. And ... well ...I want to take advantage of that, it's something I've always wanted to do".

You get it now. The love stricken look, the specific aura Felix was just mentioning when talking about you. You see it reflected in his eyes, in the way he looks so fucking happy and light, like his heart is so in it he's floating above air. That's why he took the news so incredibly well, why he has so far remained so calm and serene.

"I'm happy for you, man. This-this is the greatest opportunity, you are right. You're going to destroy my heart by leaving, but it's only fair. I almost destroyed yours first", Han cries through a genuine smile, fat droplets falling down his cheeks as he envelopes his friend in a tight hug, extending his arm out for you so you can join them in a group hug again, the three of you sappy, letting it all go in a liberatory full cry.

🥀PART 10

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1189: The Phantom Princess (Persona 5 X SSBU)

It's a quiet, dark atmosphere in the First Floor of the Mementos, Path of Qimranut, a lanky, shadowy figure wearing an unusual looking mask is walking around the middle of the area unprovoked. Little does he knows, a half of the band of Phantom Thieves are currently hiding in the shadows alongside their newest recruit.

Joker: (Takes a Look at the Main Target While Hiding Behind one of The Tall Pillars Before Communicating on the Ear Piece) Okay, everyone's in position?

Panther: Yep.

Skull: You got it.

Queen: We're ready when you are, Joker.

Joker: (Simply Nodded) Good, good. How are you doing over there, your highness? (Forms a Sly Smirk on his Face) Or should I say.....Ms. Rosetté~

Peach: (Hiding Behind One of the Pillars in the Mid Far Right, Wearing Her Newly Dashing Thief Costume) A little shaky, b-but I'm doing fine for the most part, dear!

Skull: You're still having cold feet, aren't ya?

Peach: ('Sighs in Defeat') I am. This is my very first mission as a Phantom Thief. The last thing I want to do is mess it up for all of you.

Queen: (Gives the Princess a Reassuring Smile) I know this seems scary now, but we know you have what it takes to do this. You just need to stay calm, be vigilant, and remember everything we taught you up to this point.

Panther: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly. And if you just so happen to be stuck in a jam of any way, we'll swoop right in for the save, and that shadow up for you in a heart beat. No one's gonna mess with our Princess Mom and lives to see the light of day.

Skull: We got your back 105%, Rosetté!

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as She Wipes Away a Single Tear Falling Down her Eyes) ('Sniff') You kids are such the sweetest in the world~ (Puts on a More Determined Look on her Face) Okay, I'm ready now.

Joker: (Proud Smirk on his Face) Good. Now go out there and show 'em what you got.

Peach: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Right!

Rosetté quickly blends herself into every available shadows and hiding spots she sees while following behind the masked shadowy figure unnoticed. Seconds of waiting later, a golden opportunity shines upon her masked, gorgeous face as she leaps over towards her target's back and proceeds to climb onto the back of it's shoulders, preparing for her next move.

Peach: (Takes a Deep Breath) Okay. Just like we practice. ('Clears Throat') Now, it's time for you.....

The shadowy figure looks up at the source of the suddenly voice alerting his ears. Only for it Starr screaming in excruciating pain as it's mask gets viciously ripped off from it's face by none other than the one amd only Lady Rosetté.

Peach: To show us your TRUE FORM!!

Joker: And that's our cue to attack. (Leaves Out of his Hiding Spot) Let's go, team!

Thieves: Right! (Nodded in Agreement as They Follow Pursuit)

Rosetté: (Eyes Widened in Surprise by What She Just Did) I did it.....I've unmasked a shadow....(Forms a Bright Smile) On my very first try. (Pumps her Fists Up in the Air in Rejoice) I REALLY DO HAVE WHAT TAKES TO BE A PHANTOM THIE- Huh?

Rosetté suddenly felt the shadowy figure transforming into a muscle-built monstrosity, picking her up off his back, and then proceed to yeets her away from him as hard as it could.

Peach let's out a scream of fear and distress as she soars off, until her leader rushes in to save her from her potential doom.

Joker: I gotcha, Rosetté!! (Catches The Phantom Princess in the Neck of Time, Sliding Himself on the Concrete Floor on the Side Before Stopping and Getting Himself Back Up) ('Sigh') You okay?

Rosetté: (Eyes Are Sparkle While Hugging Joker in his His Arms) My hero!~ Thank you so much~ (Kiss Joker on the Cheek) Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself trying to catch me, did you?

Joker: (Gives his Newest Recruit a Reassuring Smirk on his Face) Nah. I've gone through way more naiser slides than that one. I'll be fine.

Rosetté: ('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') If you say so.....Just try and be more careful for now on, okay?

Joker: Will do.

Panther: Hey! Uh.....

The duo turns to see Panther looking at them while her and the other fighting an enraged shadow monster.

Panther: Hate to break up a nice, wholesome moment here, but do you guys mind helping us out here!!?

Joker/Rosetté: Coming!

Joker: (Looks Down at the Princess Mom) You really to get some payback?

Rosetté: (Happily Nodded to Joker, Going Back to her Determined Look) More than anything. (Rise Her Fist Up at the Shadow Monster) PERSONA!!

Joker: (Snickers a Bit) You don't have a Persona, remember?

Rosetté: (Giggles a Bit) I know~ I've always wanted to say that.

And so, the two unlikely duo finally joins I'm on the mayhem. The monster itself wasn't nearly as difficult to deal with compared to all the other enemies they've faced in the past, but it did give them a fair enough challenge, especially now that their new recruit is in the picture Persona-Less.

But eventually, once it's finally weak on both it's knees, the Phantom Thieves wasted no time showing no mercy as they deliver an All-Out Attack. As it comes to a close, Rosetté elegantly spins her way forward and does a flashy pose as the shadowy monster is now vanquished.

Rosetté: Show's Over!~

Few Minutes of Shadow Hunting Later, at the LeBlanc Café.........

Ryuji: (Happily Walks Out of the Dimension Along with the Others) Ah dude! We gotta go fight those shadows again sometime. That was AWESOME!

Ann: (Smiles Brightly at Ryuji) Right?~ I never felt that much thrill and adrenaline in a very long time!~

Futuba: (Happily Waves at the Grioup While Seating at the Lounge with Sojiro) Hiya, folks!~

Morgana/Lavenza: (Happily Waves at Everyone as Well) Hi!~

Sojiro: How goes your very first Phantom Thieves Adventure of the year?

Ren: (Happily Shrugs) Gotten a bit rusty here and there, but I think our comeback went out pretty well all things considered. (Turns to Peach) Mostly thanks to our newest member in training.

Ryuji/Ann: (Presents Peach to Everyone with Red Confetti and Jazz Hands) Lady Rosettè!~

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Oho you two!~

Morgana: (Walks By With a Broom and Dust Pin in his Hands as He Sweep the Confetti Away in a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Fancy presentation you did there....

Ryuji: (Grins Proudly) Thank you~

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) We rehearsed it at least three times already~

Morgana: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) It definitely shows. (Walks Away) Dorks.

Ryuji/Ann: Yes it-HEY!

Lavenza: (Turns to Peach) So did you have yourself a good time in the Mementos tonight, Momma Peach?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Indeed I have. It was a scary experience at first, but I've gotten hang of the Phantom Thievery after a few floors later. At...least I hope I did.

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) You've managed to hold your own until it was all over, your highness. You should be more proud of the effort you've made tonight.

Ren: Yeah, and all the poses you've made along the way...(Does a Chef's Kiss) Fantastic!~ It's like you're a natural born model or something.

Peach: (Giggles Sheepishly) I wouldn't exactly call myself THAT good of a model~ I just saw how nice and flashy your poses are that I just added my own flare and style into mines. ('Sigh') But really though, I'm glad I had the chance to do this sort of thing in general. (Happily Pulls the Phantom into a Group Hug) Thank you all so much for making me part of the Phantoms Thieves!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, thank you for convincing us to do this again in the first place. This is a lot more fun when the whole world isn't in steak for once. We should do this again sometime.

Futuba: And have me tag me with you guys along too! (Starts Pouting) When I don't have any crummy homework to do.

Ren: (Walks to Futuba Along with Ryuji and Ann) Still having trouble with that algebra assignment there, sis?

Futuba: ('Sigh') Somewhat. It was going fairly smoothly at first 'till I got stuck in these types of questions. (Points to Where the Unanswered Questions Are)

Ann: (Takes a Look at the Homework in Question Along with Ryuji) Hm.....Yeeeup. Those are some complicating looking algebra problems alright.

Ryuji: Just like how we remembered them looking back in the good ol' days. (Forms a Cheeky Grin on his Face) Fortunately for you, you goot three veterans to help you out.

Ann: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm~

Futuba: Ren, definitely. (Points at Both Ryuji and Ann) You two. (Shakes her Hand Side to Side a Little) Ehhh.

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) The hell you mean "Ehhh"? We're smart!

Ann: (Pouts at Futuba) Yeah! I mean, Ryuji I get completely, but I can be super intelligent when I want to be!

Ryuji: (Glares at Ann) Oh that's rich coming from a girl who barely passed Science Class.

Ann: (Rolls her Eyes) Better to struggle with one class than struggle almost all of the others. (Smirks at Ryuji) Almost like a certain punk I know in this room.

Ryuji: Hey, at least I graduated !!

Ann: Lovely. So did I.

Sojiro: (Does Three Hand Claps) Alright, break it up, you two. You're too old now to be arguing in this public establishment.

Ren: (Crosses his Arms) Couldn't have said it any better myself. (Smirks Smugly at his Two Best Friends) Besides, I clearly trumped you two in terms of book smarts alone. Did you forget who was one of the Straight A students Shujin High has to offer?

Ann: (Gives Ren a Deadpinned Look on her Face Along with Ryuji) How could we?

Ryuji: You never shut up about it when report cards came in.

Ren: That's right! Cause I'm a genius through and through.

Sojiro: (Raises an Eyebrow at Ren) Really? Then how come you always asked me to help you do your own homework after school?

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow as Well) And have me give you the answers in class without getting caught?

Lavenza: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) You know, I did remember you borrowing my Book of All Knowledge on a few occasions.....

Futuba: Wait, didn't you asked me to help you cheat that one ti-

Ren: Okay! So maybe I did have a few help along the way!.....But I'm still the smartest in the room.

Ann/Ryuji: (Coming Glares at Ren) OH BULL!

Everyone begins to argue among each other while Makoto and Peach watches in the background.

Makoto: (Facepalms Herself While Sighing) The nerve of that boy.....He's not even the Top 20 Smartest Student in the entire school.

Peach: (Giggles a Bit) At least he came a long way to get to where he is now, right?

Makoto: (Stares at her Boyfriend Before Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. (Frowns a Bit Before Turning Back to Peach) Hey, your majesty, do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? In private? I-If you don't mind that is.

Peach: (Starts Getting a Bit Concerned Once She Sees the Look on Makoto's Face) No, not at all. Let's go over here. (Gently Grab Hold of Makoto's Hand and Takes Her to One of the Far Away Tables) You know, I've been noticing something's been bothering you since we came inside the Mementos.

Makoto: Is that so? (Gently Scratching the Side of her Cheek) Was it....really that obvious?

Peach: I wouldn't say that's the case completely. It's just Motherly Instincts being as precise as ever is all. (Sits Next to Makoto On the Same Side of the Table) Now tell Momma Peach what you wanna tell her. Take as much time to do so if you like.

Makoto: Thank you. Well....U-Um......Before I tell you anything, I-I wanna show you something first! (Takes her Phone Out From her Pocket) Sorry in advance.

Peach: Baby, don't apologize. Show me.

Makoto shows Peach a picture of a beautiful golden ring with the word "Love~" written on the front, sitting comfortably inside the opened small black box.

Peach: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Picture in Question) My gosh~ That ring looks so pretty~ Beautiful even~

Makoto: (Smiles Softly at the Picture as Well) I couldn't agree more. I brought it at a jewelry show Shiho-San and I went to a while back. This ring represents a strong, graceful bond between two lovers. It helps reassure them that no matter how much the world around them will keep changing, for better, for worse, you'll always stick together through and through

Peach: (Hearts Begins to Melt as She Wipes a Tear Off of her Eyes) ('Sniff') That has to be one of the most sweetest things I have ever heard~ ('Sniff') And the ring itself is absolutely perfect for a wedd- (Eyes Suddenly Begins Widened at the Realization) ('GASPS') WAIIT! I-Is This....What I think this means?~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) You guessed right. I.....Am going to ask Ren Amimaya's hand in marriage some day.

Peach: (Happily Squeals as She Pulls Makoto's into a Loving Hug) Oh my goodness graciooooous!~ Words cannot express how happy I am for youuuuuu!~

Makoto: (Giggles Some More) I can't thank you enough~

Peach: Mm~ ('Gasps') And now you're getting nervous about proposing to him someday, are you?

Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wow. Your Motherly Instincts are really on point tonight. ('Sigh') But yes....I've kinda been a nervous wreck about it as of recent. Proposals are the most sacred of all gestures and the fact I'm sitting fretting over possibilities of me messing this up somehow shows how.....weak in the knees I'm becoming in retrospect.

Peach: (Gently Place her Hand on Makoto's Shoulder) Hey now. There's nothing wrong with being nervous about this sort of thing. It happens to everyone, no matter how much in love they truly are. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) And I know full well how head over heels you feel about that boy, huh?

Makoto: (Let's Out an Exhausted Sigh) Ohhhh you have no idea!~ He always drives me absolutely crazy with his cute smile, his bright eyes, fluffy curly hair, his recklessness, his troublemaking attitude, his fierce determination, his passion, and his overall sweetness and care. (Starts Tearing Up a Bit) I love him so much, Momma Peach. ('Sniff') I wanna be with him forever and ever and ever~

Peach: (Hugs Makoto Again) I know you do, sweetheart. You two are going to be the most wonderful newly wed couple this city and our world will ever see. But you don't have to rush in and do this if you feel scared or not ready. Just take all the time you need to ease your mind and build up your courage. Then, when the opportunity is just right, seized it and show that young man just how much you love and adore him with that gorgeous ring of yours!

Makoto: (Sighs a Bit While Wiping her Tears Away) Right. I'll stick to that plan until I'm completely ready. I made it this far and I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to stop and back out now!

Peach: (Smiles Very Proudly and Brightly) That's the spirit!!~ I'm rooting for you 100%!~ Annnnd if you do managed to put that ring on his finger, let me know and I will work as hard as I can make your beautiful wedding day come to reality, no questions asked.

Makoto: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as She Hugs Peach Back) Thank you so much, your highness. You really are a great mom.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) I only do my very best for my family, dear~

Ryuji: Yo, Princess Mom! You got yourself a special company!!

?????: Hello!

Peach: (Gasps Happily Once She Easily Recognizes that Voice) Mario!~ (Turns to Makoto)

Makoto: (Giggles Again) Don't worry, I'm fine now. Go ahead.

Peach: If you say so. Take care, sweetie. (Gives Makoto a Quick Peck on the Side of her Head Before Rushing Herself Over to her Teddy Bear) I'm coming, babyyy!~

Mario: (Eyes Widened in Awe at What his Princess is Wearing While Blushing) Peach..... is that really you?

Peach: (Giggles Softly as She Picks Mario Up, Twirls Him Around, and Hugs Him) The one and only!~ I'm an official Phantom Thief now, Codename: Lady Rosettè!~ You like?~

Mario: Times infinity. ('Sighs') Mama Mia, Peach. First the Swordfighter costume and now THIS!? Are you trying to make look like a tomato?

Peach: That's the plan!~ (Smirks Playfully) And I do say that it is working like a charm thus far. So there's no way I'm gonna stop now!~ (Kisses Mario on the Cheek)

Mario: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Peach's Affections) Peheheheach!~ Not in public!~ Mr. Sojiro has a café business to run remember!?~

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly Along With Everyone Else Watching) Nah, not a lot of people come to this time of hour on a Monday, you're good. Keep kissing away, your highness.

Peach: (Happily Salutes to Sojiro) Will do!~ (Looks Down at Mario with a Seductive Smirk) Come to Mama Peach, dear~ (Continues Kissing her Man)

Makoto: (Giggles Softly at the Adorable Scene in Front of Her)

Ren: (Walks Over to Makoto's Table) Yo Queen. You're doing good over there.

Makoto: (Smiles a Bit at her Boyfriend) Yeah. Peach and I were talking about fashion related topics is all. (Turns to Mario and Peach) I take it you guys called Mr. Mario over here.

Ren: Yep. He was supposed to help Futuba with her homework. (Casually Shrugs) Buuuut we figured we show how 'im what our newest recruit look first. Pretty sure that's what she wanted to do this whole time.

Makoto: (Nodded in Agreement) Oh definitely. She couldn't even held her excitement of doing so for that long when she first wore that attire.

Ren: Yep. Hey, Makoto?

Makoto: Hm?

Ren: (Gives his Girlfriend a Loving Hug) I love you~ Sorry i never got the chance to tell you that up until now.

Makoto: (Heart Starts Melting Agaij as She Happily Hugs Ren Back) Oh don't worry about it. It was a busy day for all of us tonight, it happens. Buuuut~ If you really wanna make it up to me.....(Starts Snuggling onto Ren's Embrace) You could indulge me with a mini Cuddle Session here~

Ren: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Really? In a public establishment?

Makoto: (Playfully Pouts at her Joker) Oh please. Not a lot customers come here in a monday night. Plus, I'm really tired from all that running and shadow killing we did earlier. I earned this.

Ren: ('Sigh') Whatever you say, dear.

Happy Princess Peach Showtime Release Day, Everyone!!!

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[loopylostandfound]

For the ask game, 001- BaroRyuu and 002- Barok van Zieks! :D

OH BOY BUCKLE UP

will contain dgs-dgs2 spoilers so anyone reading who hasn't finished the games, DONT LOOK LOL

baroryuu

- when I started shipping it

oh god oh jeez. it was after I'd finished the games actually, I wasn't into it at first. I think fanfic converted me and now I'm feral LOL

- my thoughts

HHEHRHRHEHRHRHRHHRHGGGHRJRNNGGNGNGGNG

no but for real uhhhh I love them. there's something soooo chefs kiss abt this dynamic. I love when big scary guy is absolutely brought to his knees by a cute little weirdo who believed in him. saved him even. hhhrhrhrhhr they are special to me and I'm squeezing them

- what makes me happy abt them

well all of the above hdwjksjfjd but uhhh I love the growth of their relationship a lot, especially on barok's end like he realizes his behavior was shitty and is genuinely sorry for it, I love that he's not too proud to admit this. and ryuu is always so patient with him and insists that he's good even though he's treated him badly ouhghhgh they believe in each other!! wheeee

- what makes me sad abt them

the fact that ryuu had to leave ouhsgsgdjjdjff you mean you LEFT him ALONE??? hhfhdjskdj no I know he had to go it's important and I wouldn't change it but oouuuhh the heartbreak. i feel these long distance feels all too well ough

- things done in fanfic that annoy me

when someone makes ryuu like. too wooby. like turns him into a helpless damsel or some shit lol it is not my thing, I like him to have agency jdjwjdjd and don't like when he's made out to be like. an idiot lol. also in a similar vein don't like when barok is made into too much of an asshole, he's actually a kind person to most he's just a bit gruff and has a lot of walls up lol

- things I look for in fanfic

im a well documented dom ryuu enjoyer hdjsjskfjfj so that for sure (altho I don't mind any dynamic between them, I just prefer this lol) but also I like relationship reveal fics, love confessions, and anything where barok's softer side gets to peek through a lot <3 hehehe

- who I'd be comfortable with them ending up with besides each other

kazuma. lol he's just the other part of my ot3 tho hdjwkskfjjf

herlock with either of them is a fun time but I have a hard time seeing him w either of them longterm, I think vanlock are exes lmao and ryuulock probably was a fling at some point but I don't think they'd end up together

yeah it's basically just kazuma hfjwkqksjdkdk like as a longterm thing lol

- my happily ever after for them

as stated above my ot3 is asobaroryuu (any configuration of the ship lol) so I like the idea of them all moving to japan and doing law stuff together lol they have a big house and adopt a kid or two! as self indulgent as possible here jdskkskfjfjf

- who is the big spoon/little spoon

i think most of the time ryuu is probably the little spoon bc it's easier given the height difference lol but sometimes it's barok bc sometimes even a bad bitch needs to be held okay !!! and ryuu likes holding his big scary bf it makes him feel good too hehe

- what is their favorite non-sexual activity

self indulgent answer: cuddles

possibly more realistic answer but still self-indulgent: goin on walks together and talking about everything and nothing. while holding hands. also facing off in court, I think they'd enjoy being able to do that without any animosity between them

thank u im insane!!!!!!! anyways

barok van zieks

OH BOY OKAY OKAY OKAY

- how I feel about this character

[10 minutes of screaming, breaking glass noises, clown honks, car crash sounds, ripping noises, growling, whimpering, crying, insane laughter]

very normal.

I love him a lot and I never expected to going into the games!! bc I had only seen negative things abt him and expected him to be this irredeemable asshole. but no!!! he's literally a huge softie inside actually???? and like. care about truth and justice which is more than one can say for many aa prosecutors lol like he's probably the most competent of the bunch, he's just a cunt to ryuunosuke at first but he apologizes later 😭 also I love the fact that he has bats in his office like it's both a great supplement to his goth vampire aesthetic but also seems to imply he likes animals and I love to imagine him feeding his lil fruit bats hdjskdjfjf. also he's so fucking pretty and i would climb him like a tree. im incredibly normal about his tits. and thighs. anyway let's move on

- all the people I ship romantically with this character

ryuunosuke n kazuma, at the same time preferably lol. herlock, albert, and genshin get honorable mentions as ppl i think he may have had a thing for/with in the past but i don't necessarily see as a Ship for me personally lol

- my non-romantic otp for this character

i want to see the vanlock exes to worsties agenda lmaooo they are never getting back together but they are going to make each other's lives worsebetter forever <3

- my unpopular opinion abt this character

hes a sub. like at least as a strong preference jdjwkdjfj and also even in a non-sexual way, I think it would be a great de-stressing thing for him to let someone he trusts take over for a bit and take care of him, kinda just let his worries melt away. big praise kink and worship kink on this guy I think :3

- one thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

i want uncle barok and iris interactions!!! he would be the best uncle he would spoil her rotten and she would let him lol

- my otp

asobaroryuu <3 I really think the three of them would balance out really well once they worked out their issues, baroryuu is my fav among the three pairings here n the only one that really stands on its own for me but I prefer them all together soooo much i don't like leaving kazuma out hes a little feral beast he spices up the proceedings lol

- my crossover ship

dont have one sowwy ;-;

- a headcanon fact

hes autistic. like holy shit. I saw this mans office w his constantly rearranged wine barrels and his specific custom made chalices n his whole like. aura. n was like aha. the tism. bdjskajxjdf but no fr theres more thn that that i cant think of now and i may be projecting here lol but that man is not neurotypical!!! :D

WAUGH tht was a lot lmaooooo

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Gwenom x Male Reader Fanfic.

(DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN MARVEL OR ANY OF IT’S CHARACTERS!)

Part’s 1/2

M/R’S POV:

I’m going back home from college as I’m suddenly pulled into an alleyway & pinned against a wall with a knife to my throat “GIVE UP YOUR WALLET!” “OKAY OKAY, JEEZ!” As I’m reaching for my wallet the two muggers are yanked backwards into & are webbed up against the parallel alleyway wall, I slowly approach the webbed up muggers as I’m startled by hanging upside down Ghost Spider lowering down in front of my face asking “Are you okay?!” “*HIGH PITCH SCREAM!* ..JESUS!” “Oh sorry if I startled you!..” “It’s okay, I’m ..fine. Just don’t sneak up on the next person you save.” *soft giggle* “Duly noted.” We started staring into each others eyes I can’t look away, she looks down & noticing a tent suddenly showing up & awkwardly asking me “Umm are you sure you’re alright?..” I looked down & realised what she meant. My face immediately went bright red & covered it up feeling completely embarrassed as I quickly say “I’m soo sorry, I’ll get out of your hair now. Thanks for saving my life!..” as I frantically rushed home to my apartment, by the time I got back my tent had thankfully already fallen back down. I soon got a text from my college lab partner & best friend Gwen Stacy, she’s been my closest friend since preschool & I lately I’ve had developed feelings for her & since then things have gotten a bit awkward between us. “Hey are have you finished your studies yet I need to talk to you?” I text her back “I’m almost done, should be available to chat in an hour.” “Okay, cool. Cya soon..” “See ya..”

Gwen’s POV:

I’m going to do it, I’m going to tell him that I’m Ghost Spider & that I have feelings for him. I’ve been waiting long enough to tell him & if his reaction to our last encounter was anything to go by he definitely likes me too, as I’m on patrol waiting for M/R to text me he’s ready I decided to wait on a nearby roof top. As I’m waiting unbeknownst to me I small pile of black slime crawls up to my foot right foot that is dangling over the edge & attaches itself to my foot & started slithering up my ankle covering my foot. I quickly crawled back away from the ledge & frantically tried to rip it off with both of my hands but it only only for the torn pieces of slime to stick to & start covering my hands & started slither up my wrists, as this was going on my entire right leg was now completely covered with this slime & tendrils sprouted from my right leg & started to wrap around & cover my left leg. My legs are now stuck together as the slime completely covered my lower body while both my arms are now covered by the slime & tendrils started sticking to & spreader around my torso sticking my arms to my body as tendrils from my lower body & arms started connecting & combining with each other, as this was going on my spider suit under the black slime started desolving until I was completely naked under the slime & felt the slime start to get really warm as it started tightening up against my body as the slime slid into both my ass hole & vagina & started coating my insides while the slime on my skin started seeping into my pores. At this point I’ve just given up trying to struggle & started moaning out in pleasure as slime tendrils wrapped around & coated my neck & tendrils slid into my ears as the slime coated the back of my head & I uncontrollably came into this slime & let’s out a huge moan. As her mouth was open a large slime tentacle entered into & slid down my throat which made me moan even louder into it even though the slime muffled my mouth, as the slime is sliding down my throat two small slime tendrils slid into & entering my nostrils making my eyes roll back into my head in pure pleasurable bliss. The slime then slowly but surely covers my face while the slime inside my body completely coats my brain & everything goes black.

Inside Gwen’s Head:

I wake up inside a black void & asked “Hello is anybody there?! M/R?!..” then a slick hourglass figure emerged from the floor with a black hood & white teardrop eyes & with a seductive alien voice says “Hello Gwen..” “What are you & where am I?!” “We’re inside your consciousness & am a symbiote. I need to bond to right host to survive & you’re the perfect match. Bond with me & I can grant you your most deepest & darkest sexual desires!..” with a temptation beyond her wildest dreams she desperately shouted “YEEES, DO IT! BOND WITH ME ALREADY!..” “Very good.” The symbiote says as she walks up to & gave Gwen a very deep passionate kiss while sexually embracing each other then their bodies merged together as Gwen was blissfully moaning the entire time.

Back in reality:

My blood vessels & all of internal organs turned black, my muscle tone increases & as I wake up with my new tear drop eyes & noticed my body suit felt like a second skin & WE LOVE IT! & shouted “WE ARE GWENOM!” I then get a text from M/R saying “I’ve just finished my assignment, I’m now free come on over..” we with devious smile & licked my lips with my new large long snake like tongue then text back “cool, omw over to you now, see ya soon!..” I then tossed the phone aside as we run off the building & started swinging at M/R’s apartment while saying to ourselves “Soon we’ll spread our bond with M/R & he be ours!”

End of Part 1.

[dragonprincess18]

I've written fanfic for a while, across multiple fandoms, so I feel like I've gone through all the milestones. Stilted dialogue, Mary Sues, plotholes...What I haven't dealt with was having AUs for my own story.

The Dragon That Will Pierce The Heavens is the longest story I've written in a long while, and add in that One Piece is the largest sandbox I've ever played in, it kinda just...happened.

A few of those AUs and crossovers have been started but generally discarded, like Miraculous Dragon (basically a Miraculous Ladybug crossover), or one shots just to get the itch out, like in Moonbeams and Stardust, where I did chapters for Pokemon, Digimon Adventure, Harry Potter and even a modern chapter.

Lately, I've even been collaborating with ReynaAtTheEnd to do a collaboration with her amazing story Summit Apocalypse, which will hopefully see the light of day at some point.

But there are definitely divergent ideas I've had that are too big for me to write, and those are the ones that gnaw at me.

For example...

What if Hikari never escaped Estrella to the East Blue?

What if, when she was about to go over the coral, something happened with the other boat and she had to give up her chance in order to make sure they escaped? Leaving Hikari to be captured and shipped off to Dressrosa, where Doflamingo happily threw a lavish wedding to celebrate finally getting the queen he believed he deserved.

Over the course of two years, Doflamingo believing he broke Hikari down into the perfect doll, not knowing she was secretly coordinating the Tontatta and toys and gladiators to overthrow him.

Then Law and the Straw Hats show up with their own plans, throwing Dressrosa into chaos, and Law ends up chained to the Heart Seat, where he meets the infamous Ice Queen that acts as Doflamingo's most valuable council...Only to learn, much to his surprise, that Hikari has been undermining the Donquixote Pirates the entire time as she frees him from the Sea Prism Stone cuffs.

Having followed the Straw Hats since their assault on Enies Lobby, Hikari knows to just point Luffy in the right direction and let him rip, revealing her Celestial Dragon powers to tag-team Doflamingo with Law while Luffy deals personally with Bellamy before taking over.

In the end, once Doflamingo has been defeated and everyone bandaged up, Hikari is ready to leave on her own when Luffy obliviously offers for her to join his crew instead of be alone.

(Law may be a little jealous he didn't ask fast enough.)

Or...

What if, at the end, Hikari is mentally sent back in time to make things right?

If things ended badly, a la of pop greens and tangerines (which I started and never finished, seriously great but broke me), Hikari regretted leading her loved ones into such a bloody fate and is thus sent back to when she was eight years old.

With Lily to think of, and knowing that her crew and allies are currently suffering through their childhood trauma, Hikari pulls the trigger on her plan a decade early, escaping with the slaves to Fishman Island...Where she meets JInbei, and tells him she's looking for the man that her mother's locket names Eddy. Jinbei, recognizing said locket and seeing her resemblance to a lost friend, then takes her to Whitebeard, who is devastated to learn his love is dead but accepts her daughter with open arms.

Hikari tells him about Rosinante, that he had tried to help her but is in danger saving another child, and they need to go save both of them. So Whitebeard goes with Marco and a whole ship of his men to Minion Island, where he gladly stomps Doflamingo's face into the ground for daring to think he could just buy his precious daughter with favors, and taking in a very confused Rosinante and wary Law, who remembers his 'past' life once Hikari hugs him in tears over seeing him dying from Amber Lead.

Using her memories of stories told by her crew, Hikari carefully leads Whitebeard around to gather the entire gaggle of children that would one day become the Supernova Alliance and their various family and/or friends like Kaya and Nojiko, with Luffy, Zoro and Kid all getting their memories back after Hikari touches them.

No one else ever seems to remember, but Whitebeard and his commanders catch on and get Hikari to tell them the truth, including about Fairy Tail and Luffy's Fruit. That's when the training starts in earnest, only interrupted by visits from Shanks (who was worried about Luffy and then blubbering over meeting his 'baby sister') and Garp (who initially got into a knock-out, drag-out fight with Whitebeard until Hikari disabuses him of the notion his grandsons would be safe as Marines) and even Sengoku (who comes off-duty just to make sure Rosinante is okay and meet his 'grandson').

Luffy decides to set out from Dawn Island as originally planned, and everything is different.

[cringeycurnt]

König x civvy!Brooklynn

König x OC

könig cannot resist that absolutely divine piece of cake he see’s from across the street, so he doesn’t hold back…

warning’s and tags: eating absolute ass, not very well written as this is my first fanfic, consentual but he is partially unconscious!!! goodluck and i love y’all!!

also guys wtf did i just write

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König enters his military assigned room, which was less than comfortable, but it was all he had to call home. Unfortunately for him and his large size, the shower rooms and bed’s were dangerously tiny compared to his large frame. This made his only humane tasks, cleaning himself and getting a good nights rest, practically anything he got to do outside of the field, terribly annoying. In fact, most of the time they did the exact opposite of what he wanted them to do

“Scheiß” he muttered under his breath, talking out loud as if anyone could hear him. Even if they could, it’s not like they would be able to understand his native tongue. Frustrated with the way his cozy pajamas were fitting him after subtly shrinking in the wash, or maybe he was just getting even larger, who’s to say. Though, that had angered him so badly he decided to change his entire plans for the night.

Instead of submitting to his aching body and allowing it the rest it truly needed, he decided going to the local bar and drinking the pain away would perhaps be more suitable. With that being said, he threw on a pair of green cargo pants, a black shirt with a more relaxed fit than his usual compression shirts offered him, and a pair of old combat boots he had worn out to death. He then began his walk to the pub, not expecting much more from this night other than drinking himself to waste, but little did he know this night would be one he’d remember til the day he died…

As König made his way to the bar, he had suddenly felt this intense surge of emotion. He couldn’t out his finger on what had caused it, but he knew it was something worth noting. Although he wasn’t planning on being so emotional, he couldn’t help himself. Right there, in the middle of the sidewalk, he burst into laughter, a hearty laugh that had caught the attention of a pedestrian on the other side of the street.

This wasn’t any normal pedestrian, though. It was a woman. One of the most beautiful women König had ever laid his eyes on. She had dat crazy curvy bod, with flowing blond hair and green eyes. She was fitted up in a cunty red dress, almost too short on her backside which was absolutely PHAT. After his laugh had caught her attention, they made eye contact from across the road.

“h-h-h-h-hey!” this strange, gorgeoud woman had said from across the road.

“hello over there” könig had said in a strangley seductive voice.

“you are soooo fine! let me eat your booty NOW!!!” yelled brooklynn from across the road.

König, initially flustered, responded with an excited affirmation! he began to cross the road when all of a sudden-

BOOM!!!💥

König is hit by a large semi truck going 80 down this small town road!

“holy bazinga” exclaims brooklynn as she runs into the street to help him. she adresses his wounds and them remember her secret alpha powers…

“i know what i need to do to save you life!! give me consent to eat your butt please!!!!!”

könig, but sure how this would help, agreed, because if this is how be was gonna die, at least a beautiful woman would be in his tushy while it happened.

brooklynn ripped könig oants off with a pop of his pants button. there they lay, in the middle of this street road covered in blood while her face shoved in his booty. as she licked and rimmed and sucked and ate his booty, he somehow felt himself start to regain consciousness. the more and more she feasted on his keister, the more his wounds began to heal! it was a miracle, könig thought, how is she doing this!!!!

after he had been fully healed and booty fully ate, brooklynn stood up and walked into the shadows, never to be seen again.

könig made a full recovery, and he would never tell a soul about this strange incident, but at night time when he was lonely in that small military issued cot, he’d always think about her. she was the forst thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last thing he thought about when he closed his eyes late at night and submitted to his sleep.

thanks for reading this, i love you guys!😙😙

[vileviale]

Miguel x Reader Fanfic! (Pt. 2 of 2)

tw: blood, gore, but there’s only a little bit of that it’s mostly fluff

no I’m not telling you what it’s about YOU GOTTA READ IT TO FIGURE IT OUT

Just then, Dr. Parker entered the room, along with Jess. He was tall and lanky, and wore a light teal suit. Over it was an oversized white coat, and he carried a leather bag in one hand.

“Doc!”, you called out. “Thank goodness you came fast. Miguel needs stitches immediately.”

He gave a curt nod and looked down at Miguel. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” he mumbled. “But besides my leg and shoulder, I’m alright. Maybe a little lightheaded.”

“Lightheaded? You’ve been keeping pressure on the wounds, yes?”

“Ever since I got the chance. Which was around thirty minutes ago.”

“Good. How long have you been injured?”

“An hour or two.”

“Okay, then we should get to work straight away.” He knelt down next to Miguel, taking some rubber gloves out of his bag and pulling them onto his hands. You rose to get out of his way.

“Mind if I take a look?” Doc asked, reaching questioningly towards the gauze Miguel’s shoulder.

“Here, let me do it,” Miguel insisted, releasing his pressed hands from the gauze. He took the corner of the one on his shoulder and pulled quickly, inhaling sharply as he did so. Miguel paused, then ripped the other gauze off his leg. He grimaced, but barely made a sound.

The wounds were dark, almost black, and deep. Four parallel gashes repeated here and there across Miguel’s leg and shoulder. Blood dripped down freely from them, released from the pressure of his hands. His suit glitched out around the gashes, fluttering with different colors. You turned your head away, shivering as you imagined how painful they must be.

“Looks like you’ll need several internal stitches…”, Dr. Parker trailed off. “This is going to take a while. There are several lacerations, many of which overlap.”

“Take all the time you need,” Miguel replied.

“I would if we weren’t already short on time. I’ll take all the time I can. Let me get everything ready.” He pulled from his bag a blueish cloth and placed it on the floor. He then began to spread his instruments across it.

As he prepared, you turned to Jess and smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing Doc. You couldn’t have come sooner.”

“No problem. I wasn’t gonna leave him bleeding like that, even if he did slam the door in my face.” She raised an eyebrow towards Miguel, who turned slightly red. 

“I was late for my injection and feeling off. I’m sorry.” 

Jess nodded. “Makes sense. I knew there was something, but Lila and I agreed we should get Doc ASAP.”

“That’s right!”, Lila chimed, suddenly appearing again. “Just out here casually saving your life. You don’t have to thank me.” She paused. “Mm-HMPH,” she fake coughed, holding a hand to her ear.

“Thanks, Lila,” Miguel muttered reluctantly. “And you too, Jess.”

“I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t do something,” she replied.

Dr. Parker held up a syringe full of clear liquid in front of Miguel. “This is some anesthetic for numbing. I will let you know, injecting it is going to be painful, but once it takes effect you shouldn’t feel any of my stitching save for a slight pressure.”

“Can’t be much worse than the wounds themselves,” Miguel shrugged. “What do you want me to do, bite on a towel?”

“That actually may be helpful. The areas around the lacerations are inflamed, and they’re a lot more sensitive than you might imagine.”

“I’ll go get one,” you exclaimed.

“No- I wasn’t- “, but before Miguel could finish you had already hurried to the bathroom. You grabbed an old hand towel from under the sink. On your way back, you stopped by the kitchen to grab a couple of water bottles. All this “lightheaded” talk got you worried. Maybe if Miguel drank some fluids, he’d get a bit of color back in his face. 

“Here, babe.” You knelt next to Miguel and handed him everything. “You should drink something too before you pass out on us.”

“I’m not gonna pass out,” he said, taking one of the waters and chugging it swiftly down. “But thanks.” He took the second water and drank half before sealing the bottle again. “Damn, I was thirsty.” You knew it was probably some version of the placebo effect, but Miguel already looked a bit better than before.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?”, you asked, reaching for it before he could answer. He looked puzzled, but remained still as you held it. “It’s okay. I think I can handle a few shots.” 

“Oh c’mon,” Jess complained to Miguel. “No one’s questioning your strength. They just wanna help. Isn’t that right, love?” You nodded.

Miguel exhaled a small huff. “Ok, fine. But I’m not biting on the towel.” You watched Miguel’s tension wash away as he softly squeezed your hand. You knew he couldn’t keep the façade for long. “Alright. We all set then?”

“I believe so,” Dr. Parker replied. “Let’s begin.” With clean gauze, Dr. Parker wiped Miguel’s shoulder and leg until most of the blood was gone, and then prepped the area around the wounds with an alcohol wipe.  Taking the syringe, Dr. Parker drove the needle into his skin. Miguel jolted as his gentle hold of your hand changed suddenly into an iron grip. He gave a short yell of pain. 

“Hijo de…” Miguel trailed off. He exhaled loudly and looked at Dr. Parker. “You weren’t kidding,” he laughed weakly.

“You ready to do that about twenty-eight more times?”, Lila grinned.

Miguel sighed. “Of course you calculated it. Let’s just get this over with.”

Dr. Parker continued giving the anesthetic around the wounds. Miguel didn’t yell with the subsequent injections, but instead grunted and occasionally inhaled sharply. He was, in Lila’s whispered words to you, “taking this like a champ”, and you were amazed at how stoic his face remained. His grip, however, was a different story. It melted between injections and hardened during them like metal being warmed and cooled.

“Ok,” Dr. Parker stated, setting the syringe down. “Time for the stitches. Again, now you should only feel pressure, no pain.” Miguel nodded. With a needle, nylon thread, and scissors, Dr. Parker began stitching the cuts shut. His eyes furrowed intensely as he swiftly yet carefully pulled and tied the cuts closed. It was nasty-looking, but fascinating to watch above all else.

Eventually, the last stitch was tied, and Dr. Parker put bandages and gauze over his work. “There. Everything is patched now.”

“Thank you,” Miguel replied. “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing at all. Your work on keeping the multiverse safe is enough.”

“No, I’m-“

“Please. I insist.” Dr. Parker started to pack his things. “Now. To go over taking care of the stitches: Keep them dry, at least for 24 hours, and whenever you can help it. Clean them regularly to prevent infection, and keep them in the dark to minimize scarring, though by the looks of it there will inevitably be some. Don’t do any strenuous activity while the stitches are in, which should be around ten days. Afterward, I’ll stop by and remove them.”

“Yeah, I know the drill,” Miguel nodded. He looked up at Jess. “Can you stand in for me while I recover? Ask Ben too.”

“Of course,” she replied. “And I’m sure Ben will be more than happy to help.”

“It’ll boost his ego even more than it already is,” Lila laughed.

“Dios mio, you’re probably right,” Miguel muttered.

“Nevertheless, his strength compensates for it,” Dr. Parker remarked. “As long as someone covers for you while you rest, I’m happy.” He got up and took his black bag. “I’ll be going now. Eat and drink something to replace your blood. And call me if you have any more questions or trouble with the wounds.” 

“Will do,” Miguel replied, getting up slowly with a grunt and giving Dr. Parker a few manly pats on the back, which he received stiffly. “Thanks again for everything.”

“I better get going, too,” Jess added. “Now that I know Miguel’s good.” She reached towards you for a hug. As you embraced, she whispered:

“What happened to your arm? Is everything okay?”

You let go of her and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing,” you whispered casually. “He hadn’t taken his medication. It’s not gonna happen again.”

“You sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s only a scratch.”

“Okay…” she said, her eyebrow raised. “Call me later, k?”

“I will. I’ll explain everything.” You lowered your voice even farther. “But please, keep it between us. I don’t want this circling around.”

“Don’t worry, love. I won’t tell a soul.” 

“Thank you. Talk to you soon.” You walked over to Dr. Spider, reaching your hands out to embrace him. But when you saw him slightly shrink back, you lowered your arms. 

“Fist bump?”, you asked, shrugging while you closed your hand.

His mask’s round spider eyes squinted into a small smile. “That’ll work.” He gave you a small tap with his fist while looking down at your arm. “Do you… need me to check that?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch,” you told him, in a tone that, despite your efforts, was a little exasperated. “I’ll text you what happened.” 

“Ok, good. Let me know. See you in ten days.” He walked out the door with Jess.

“I’m so glad they came,” you proclaimed after they had closed the door.

“Me too,” Miguel replied. “I’m not letting Doc leave empty-handed like that though. I’ll find a way to pay him back.”

“Yeah, I’ll help you figure out something. Buuuut I was thinking in the meantime we could watch a movie? Something chill so you can relax. You’re still looking pale, hun.”

“I’m looking pale?”

“A little,” Lila replied. “Trust me though, it’s better than before. Your vitals are now somewhat stable. Finally.”

“I guess that makes sense. I am feeling exhausted.” He shuffled over to the couch and sat down, exhaling loudly as the old springs creaked under his weight. “Watching a movie sounds perfect right now. Lila?”

“What’s up boss?”

“Do you mind…”

“Not at all. See you lovebirds soon!” She pulled down her sunglasses, winked, and vanished in an instant.

“I thought we could have some alone time,” Miguel shrugged.

“Yeah, of course.” You sat down close to him, leaning your head against his arm.

“So… what do you wanna watch?”, he asked.

 “I dunno. You choose!”

He shook his head. “No. Not falling for that one again. Pick a genre at least.”

“Ok…,” you said, looking down and resting your chin on your hand. “Comedy.”

“Comedy?”

“What? You said I could choose.”

“No I’m just- surprised I guess. I thought ‘comedy’ wasn’t your thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you scoffed. “I chose it because it seemed like an easy thing to watch.” You paused. “And… I haven’t seen you laugh in a while.” 

He made a face. “Ok. Fair enough.” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, clicking Prime and flipping through movies under the “Comedy” page. “Super Troopers… Anchorman… Life of Ryan…”

“Wait, Life of Ryan?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“On my earth it’s called Life of Brian. I love that movie. It’d be cool to see the differences between worlds.”

“Eh… it’s no fun if you’ve already watched it…”

“Ok… A different Monty Python movie then?”

“Sure. Uhh… I haven’t seen The Holy Grail before. I’ve heard it’s good.”

“Same. Search it up.”

Miguel held the remote close to his face. “Monty Python and The Holy Grail,” he spoke slowly. You snorted at the monotony of his voice. “Why’d you have to say it like a serial killer?”

“Really? You’d think I’d have enough pain for one day. Now you’re telling me I look pale, I don’t laugh, I sound like a serial killer- “

“Hey, hey, hey, hold on. You’re seriously getting worked up about this? First of all, I can say whatever I want right now.” You pointed to the scratches on your arm. “Second, I’m just making observations; I’m not- “

“I know, I know. I was joking. I wasn’t actually getting worked up.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell…” you trailed off, shrugging and raising your eyebrows. “Anyways. Before we begin the movie, we should probably get dressed in our PJs, grab some snacks… everything like that.”

“True. I’ll go get changed and try to find you something.”

“Ok! I’ll grab the snacks then, and maybe some drinks.”

You sat up and went into the kitchen while Miguel, still shuffling a little, went into his room. Aimlessly opening the cabinets, you finally found the one with all the food.

“I left some tostones and rosquitas the last time I was here,” you shouted. “¿Quieres un poco?”

“Tu español está mejorando,” Miguel yelled back from his room. “They’re those Peruvian snacks you like, right? Yeah, they’re delicious. Get them.”

You grabbed the bags, a couple of LaCroixs from the fridge, and Miguel’s giant YETI water bottle and sat back down on the couch. Ten minutes had passed in patience before you started to wonder what was going on.

“Everything okay in there?”, you called to him.

“Yeah,” Miguel answered. “Just this damn shoulder won’t- augh!”

“Hold on. I’m coming,” you exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running into his room. When you entered, you saw him sitting on his bed shirtless. Well, not exactly. He did have a gray tee around his neck, but his abs, chest, shoulders- all of it was exposed. You desperately tried to keep you eyes on Miguel’s face.

“I can’t raise my arm,” he admitted in defeat.

“You tried going on the ceiling?”, you asked, quickly jumping up there and letting your arms dangle.

“I can’t stick,” he retorted.

“Oh yeaaah. No foot claws?”

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

“Just asking questions,” you replied, jumping back on the ground. “Don’t worry hun, I got you.” You pulled the shirt off his head and slid his arm through one sleeve, then his head, then his other arm. You gently smoothed the tee down with your hands, feeling the hills and valleys that Miguel’s muscles made. Uncontrolled giddiness spread throughout your body. “There we go,” you breathed, barely keeping it together.

“Thank you,” he muttered. “I found something for you too.” He grabbed a shirt off his bed and held it up for you to see. It was dark blue, and had a faded graphic of the James Webb Space Telescope on it. 

“Since you said I look like an idiot, I found this old thing. Used to wear it in college, because I’m smart. It’ll be huge on you, but I thought you could wear it like a dress.”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah, I never said you looked like an idiot. I just forget you’re smart sometimes. But yeah, that’ll work.” You grabbed the shirt and tucked it under your arm. “In my universe, this just recently launched.”

“Really? Hardly anyone remembers it here. It’s a shame. We discovered countless celestial objects with it. But I won’t spoil.”

 “Thanks. I do wanna find out in my own time,” you replied. “I’ll go ahead and get changed.” You started to walk out of the room, but paused in the doorway. “Fucking nerd!”, you yelled mockingly before sprinting to the bathroom.

“Ai! Pendeja!” Miguel shouted after you in a tone that was more annoyed than angry.

You slammed the bathroom door shut, then took off your spider suit with a sigh of relief. After checking yourself out in the mirror, you pulled the JWST shirt on. Miguel was right: it did work kinda like a dress. It was soft and worn with time and smelled a little like his cologne.

When you walked back into the living room, Miguel was waiting on the couch, already digging into the tostones. “You ready?”, he asked. 

“Yeah, play it.” You sat down and snuggled close to him. Cracking open a LaCroix, you sipped it slowly, letting the bubbles dance on your tongue before finally swallowing. As you watched the screen, you couldn’t help but snicker at the moose jokes during the beginning credits. Even Miguel had a small smile on his face.

“Can you grab that pillow for me?”, he asked later on, nodding to the one across the couch. 

A sudden idea hit you. “You know what? I have something better than a pillow,” you grinned. You scooted away from him and crisscrossed your legs, then patted your lap. 

He grinned back, then slowly eased himself down until his head was nestled between your legs. You gently ran your fingers repeatedly through his long, dark hair. “Much better than a pillow,” he mumbled.

“You can still see the screen, right?”

“Yeah, this is perfect.” He let out a slow, soft sigh. “You’re too nice to me,” he murmured.

“Nonsense. I only give you what you deserve. Now shut up and watch the movie.” He smiled a little, and you let your hands move slowly from his hair to his face. They seemed like magic as you smoothed away the lines from his forehead with just your touch.

You kept your eyes on the TV, laughing or smiling at the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow and the peasants rolling in the mud. Eventually, you looked back down at Miguel, wondering if he took your words seriously when you told him to shut up. His eyes were closed, and his face was soft and tranquil with sleep. It was so peaceful looking you wondered if this was the same man who had just a few hours ago snarled at you and even clawed your arm. ‘Seeing him like this,’ you thought, ‘I could forgive him for anything.’

[prose-priest-potentate]

In the Interim

Otherwise Known As: Beating This Dead Horse for Closure Otherwise Known As: Writing My Own Damn Fanfic

Chapter Index: Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 - Ch. 9 - Ch. 10 - Ch. 11 - Ch. 12 - Ch. 13 - Ch. 14 - Ch. 15

Fic on Ao3: Here ______________________________________________________________

Chapter 1: Desperate Mourning. That is: Desperate AND Mourning

This fic requires a little context to get the ball rolling because it’s fanfic from a game I played IRL with my friends - so it’s got OCs and major changes to canon CoS lore. 

Having said that: Major Spoiler Warning For: D&D: Curse of Strahd.

What Happened/Why I’m Writing This: About mid-way through our game, we had a falling out with some friends, and had to quit. CoS isn’t the kinda game (at least for us) that you can run with just two players and our sweet DM playing a million NPCs. It was a rough end to the friendships and a heartbreaking game to have to abandon, so, because people mourn differently and I was just chewing my friends’ ears off asking for what-ifs and so-how-did-we answers and making us all more miserable and sore, I decided to answer my own questions and write the things I had been excited about. 

Eventually, we did all sit down and talk out most of the rest of the plot together, so some of this is definitely informed by those joint decisions, but the vast majority of it is about and surrounding my boy.

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Picking up where we left off in our last game, for the uninitiated: the party has just been forced to fight The Abbot (a corrupted deva) in order to save his “daughter” Vasilka, who he made Frankenstein-style as a gift for Strahd. 

She ran off with a boy that The Abbot took in -who the party knows as a weasley, evil kid, and the two of them are hiding in the woods. When found, the party realizes that Vasilka finally has a friend who isn’t horrified of her, and Viktor, the slimeball, is actually fascinated  by her.

Huh. Guess they could be good for each other. The party agrees to sneak them out past The Abbot if they can. Except it doesn’t work, and they’re forced to fight him to save the village. Imrath has a religious crisis and gets his shit beaten in, but they win! 

Except no, with The Abbot’s magic gone, Vasilka can’t exist. 

She dies in Imrath’s arms. He and Viktor rush her inside to set her down somewhere where she won’t fall all to pieces. Imrath lays this young girl’s corpse out in her own bed, tucking her in as best he can (because she deserves to be comfortable while she waits on them to figure out how to fix her).

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He’s had tears streaming down his face for the entire fight, through his own near death, and the waterworks started back up again as the life left Vasilka’s little body. He tries to bite his own tongue, tries to square his shoulders, tries to pull it together - by the Light Imrath you’re still at work you need to be present - but too many thoughts and emotions sear his insides. 

Again. 

Barovia was going to be the death of him. 

Rage and grief and desperation and fear all make his skin itch. 

He had been so angry at the Abbot for falling in the first place, and all the sins after, but seeing him lose control of himself like that… Imrath hadn’t missed the shaking in his hands that pulled the mace just far enough to miss him that first time. It hurt more deeply than the radiant power ever did, to know that somewhere in their the deva of the Morninglord was still there. Festering and corrupted, but present enough.

Still. He’d been ripped away from Izek and Van Ricthen like it was nothing, nearly knocked off his feet, and his whole body still ached. 

Even knowing that whatever was left of the Light in that foul creature is likely the only reason he was still alive… didn’t lessen the singing in his blood for justice, but it seized his heart. The two swirl in his chest like ice and fire and just hurt. His eyes are sore and still crying and he can’t make it stop. His blindfold is soaked through and hot on his cheeks where he stands, gripping the bedpost like it’s the only thing holding him up.

Vasilka lays too still - her pieces lay hardly holding themselves in the shape of a girl, returned to rest as they should have stayed, but Imrath cannot hold her creation against her. She deserved the life she’d been given. It isn’t right - isn’t just that she, like every other soul in this cursed valley, didn’t get any autonomy in life or death. It makes him feel like he’s falling, scrambling, clawing desperately for the rightness that is missing. The mourning for her is cold in his stomach where it sits too heavy for him to stand up right. 

Everyone moves around him. Viktor scurries away, starts making a mess of the place, but Imrath doesn’t pay attention to him - too busy trying to stop feeling the ghost of the searing radiance in his whole body from the Abbot’s mace. Wixen is outside still, with her hellhounds that he cannot bear to think about. Muriel and Mir and Van Richten and Izek are in the room too, piled in after them, but he can’t make himself see them - his true blindness returning with the pain that stills his heart.

He’s shaking and can’t keep his breathing even and he’s so lost from himself and his good reason that he turns to the only harbor he trusts. 

He should hold himself back, should reach out, should ask like he usually does, but he is hardly holding it together as he hides his face in Izek’s shoulder, clings desperately to his arm, and starts babbling, “I can’t- Izek I- I don’t know what I’ll do-o if we ca-an’t get her back. I wasn’t even thinking about the magic when we started. I didn’t- How do we even start-?”

Izek isn’t comfortable with displays of emotion, but he allows it. Rough hands awkwardly pat Imrath’s back, and he stares over feathers and horns to watch Viktor, his sort of fucked up little brother, open a book, skim it, and then toss it away without a thought. 

Viktor, the spoiled little madman, who Izek had only ever seen obsess over himself. Even when he was desperate to get himself out of marriage to that girl, it had been for himself.

This was too, of course. Viktor liked the faceless girl. Of course he did. Weirdo.

He shrugs, “I don’t think we need don’t need to worry too much.”

“Wh-at?”

“He’s been like this before, but never for someone else. He won’t stop until he figures it out.” 

Viktor’s a weaselly, evil young man with a history of obsession. Before, it was targeted by malice - he had been meticulous when he drove his betrothed insane, had used whatever leverage or force he could command to get what he wanted (he and Izek are similar in that way) but now Izek can see the same single-minded drive, and he’s confident that if it can be done, Viktor will move the heavens and hells to do it, or raze the earth trying.

Imrath takes a deep breath and tilts his head - listening as Viktor makes a mess of the books that don’t serve him. He’s not steady yet. Izek can still feel him shaking, but he’s calmer. 

He sighs and it is ragged and exhausted when he plops his head back down into his shoulder, “And the Abbot… he didn’t deserve all that.” 

Izek wrinkles his nose. “He tried to kill you.”

“He did.” Imrath groans. He goes on, muttering about how the deva was corrupted, that he wasn’t savable, should have been stronger, that he was helping them, or whatever. 

Izek stopped listening. The angel needed to die, and he’d targeted Imrath - ripped him out of Izek’s reach and flown away with him. Had brutalized him. He had looked so bad when everyone had finally caught up to them that they all thought he’d pass out any minute. Imrath had barely kept himself standing. A thought passes through his mind that Imrath shouldn’t be so concerned with what a man that tried to kill him deserves. He is brought back by Imrath’s voice.

“I think I just need a minute to- to hide. I need to collect myself.” 

Easy enough. Izek nods, and steps away. Imrath pauses like he means to say something, but eventually nods and slides down the wall. Izek takes one for the team, off to go talk to everyone else about what comes next.

The group, with Imrath, who does eventually collect himself, decides to divide and conquer: Mir will stay in Krezk to help and keep up with the Mongrels, Van Richten will head out to the Marticov’s place to organize relief efforts for the village through the upcoming Winter, and everyone else will head out to The Amber Temple, to resurrect Petrina and finish helping Kassimir like they promised. 

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Forgive me, we didn’t get to play this part out and since it could have gone SEVERAL directions, I’m skimming on purpose.

Their trip on around the mountain isn’t without its struggles, but when has a Barovian night been kind to the intrepid little band? What’s another swarm of bats or the lingering, uneasy feeling of being watched when they’ve all already faced so much worse? It doesn’t help the desperate need to cling to as much sleep as possible, of course, but the hellhounds make excellent guard dogs to keep away the creatures sniffing from the treeline so everyone manages a little more than usual. 

For the best.

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Nothing about The Amber Temple is pleasant, but it doesn’t really have to be. 

This time, with only a quick, snarling reminder that they are on decidedly bad terms, the arcanaloth lets them pass without issue, and Imrath and his giant weasel keep watch as everyone shuffles Petrina’s corpse through the crack in the wall, weary of another invisible golem.

Inside the chamber, he hovers in the middle between the other two accursed sarcophagi – still weary. Izek had been right the first time he’d said they shouldn’t have taken any deals, but they had all given into the siren song of power after having Marileina snatched from their desperate claws. He won’t regret it – having lightning at his fingertips had already proven quite useful, and he didn’t mind the disfigurement. After all, no dragonborn worth their breath dies as perfect as they hatch. 

But he’d nearly given in again, wishing after some childish dream for sight that doesn’t hurt. 

So he sticks close to Izek, and no one questions it. Perhaps they assume it’s his obvious affection for the man, or protectiveness over the one of them he cannot yet save in dire circumstances. Both true enough, and he’s happy to keep his secrets today. So he doesn’t explain to anyone – not even his darling Izek, who he’s sure has noticed his hovering – that he is depending on him to lead him through this temptation. Izek had told him not to take another deal, and he was right. No matter how much Imrath’s heart ached to take the chance to see his loved ones more than once a day.

Where they are, he cannot ‘see’ anyone, but he can hear everyone making deals and reunions. A new voice joins the familiar – thank the Light that she doesn’t wake up screaming or mad. Kassimir hadn’t been happy at the suggestion, but Imrath had kept a length of rope at hand in case Petrina came back to life as she had died. As he listens to Kassimir and his long lost sister start their emotional reunion and explanations, and introduction with Wixen, he feels Izek turn away.

Imrath smiles. Izek never did know what to do with himself during emotional moments. He curls his tail just enough to bump Izek’s waist, but otherwise remains still. Support with enough plausible deniability to be played off.

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They huddle in the same side room they had before to rest – resurrection can’t be easy on either party, and the cold outside has only gotten harsher as winter has descended on the valley. He and Izek are dutifully warming the others with their fires.

Neither of them get much sleep that night. Ironic, since their elven companions are asleep pretty quickly, all things considered. Instead they sit awake and don’t say much. Neither of them like this place, and they aren’t afforded their usual privacy for late night talks.

The morning is for business, and for Imrath to turn on his charms to ask Petrina for help saving Vasilka. Reluctant, but curious and happy enough to be alive again and thankful for them helping her brother, she agrees to try, with no promises. It’s all they can ask of her. It’s all they have. 

It isn’t enough. Somehow. Not even the breadth of magic that they all have access to is enough. He shouldn’t be surprised. It had taken a deva to create her in the first place, but that is little comfort now. 

They are forced to leave her in her bed, unable to ignore their other more pressing responsibilities any longer. Petrina and Kassimir need to return to their people and the party needs to make it back to Marileina as soon as possible, plus a million things in the middle to get ready for the fight of their lives. Still, Imrath insists and he and Willow go hunting to get food for the Mongrelfolk, who are caged and cannot be let loose, even if their madness seems to be gone, and villagers, who are starving because of the destruction by the maddened mongrels, before they head out to the safe harbor that is the winery. It’s not enough, but they do try to lessen the coming burdens as much as they can. It will have to do.

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[serafiel-jacobs]

Dress For Success (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

When Pinocchio had come to her to ask for help looking for a dress, Antonia simply couldn't say no to him, she is an expert in such matters; when you are a woman of high class it's only natural to know how to wear for each occasion, her wardrobe is filled with a huge collection, from day to day, to formal events, semi-formal, casual hangouts, for each season of the year, and a different dress for each wedding she has ever attended, she specially treasures the one she wore to Geppetto's wedding, it was a beautiful lavender dress but not too beautiful, you can't outshine the bride at her wedding after all.

In the first shop they entered, Pinocchio wanted to try the first dress he found, however, there was a problem:

His legion arm.

The dress ripped away when Pinocchio tried to put it in his sleeve, her sweet boy was crying because he broke it and it was an expensive one, but she reassured him that there was no problem and paid for it, nothing her budget wouldn't be able to handle, and when her dresses get too old she likes to use them to make them into new ones, or use the fabric to make new clothes, so this dress wouldn't be a waste, she would see what she can do with it.

They wandered around looking at the other shops, they hadn't been walking for long but Pinocchio constantly asked her if she was okay, Antonia smiled, he is so kind and caring and she couldn't deny that she gets tired more easily nowadays, but she kept saying that she was fine, although it seemed like Pinocchio didn't believe her.

“You were sick before and you couldn't walk, I'm still worried that you feel sick” Pinocchio had managed to save his mother despite all odds, but he still remembered those times, and how her body would get weaker and weaker, the disease slowly affecting her body.

“My sweet boy don't worry, I'm completely fine” It was hard when she had to do physical therapy to be able to walk properly again, and for some time, walking was very painful but she is a strong woman, with her will she managed to overcome it, “Besides, I get more tired due to my age rather than because I feel ill, being an older lady is can be tough”

“I don't think being 64 makes you old,” Pinocchio said.

Antonia was stunned by the comment.

“Pinocchio my dear… how do you know I’m 64?” She had never said her age out loud to him, sure, maybe Pinocchio had a right to know but it was her choice to tell her age. Although as a woman the older you get, the harder it is to say your age out loud.

“My father told me,” Pinocchio said with a not-so-innocent smile on his face.

Oh, Giuseppe Geppetto I am going to kill you.

“My sweet boy, I know you meant well, but it’s not polite to say a lady’s age out loud”

“Sorry” Pinocchio still had that smile on his face and Gemini rolled his eyes, that brat.

“Well let’s keep going looking for a nice dress for you” It looks like the task was going to be slightly harder thanks to his legion arm.

A white dress simply wouldn’t do, with how hard they are to maintain, and considering how Pinocchio is, the dress would be ruined in a day.

That also means she needs to find him something with good fabric, with her dear boy it’s not a matter of if he would completely wet his clothes it’s a matter of when.

He already has that beautiful blue dress, so it’s better to grab another color, it also has to be something more easy to wear casually, although not too casually.

“What about that one?” Pinocchio said while pointing at a dress displayed in front of a store.

It was a pink bouffant dress, simple but beautiful, it also came with a lovely bow for the hair.

It was lovely and because of the lack of sleeves, it would be perfect for Pinocchio.

Pinocchio came out of the changing room and he looked so sweet, it was the perfect match, a few women in the store gave him looks but they could think whatever they wanted, what mattered was that he was happy.

“It looks great on you!” The shopkeeper said, it might have been her job to say that to all customers but Antonia could tell that she was being sincere this time. While paying, something caught Antonia's eyes, a red wrap dress, Antonia knew it would fit her perfectly without even having to try it, it's the years of experience that made her say that with confidence. Although wearing such dresses is considered scandalous, she is not planning to wear it in public, she wants to wear it in the privacy of her home.

She knows Polendina would love to see her wear it, even if her beloved would never say that out loud.

The shopkeeper caught her glazing at the dress, “Oh Lady Antonia I just know that it would look amazing on you, as everything you wear, planning something for a special somebody?” The woman had a smile on her face, Antonia liked her, she was quite charismatic, perhaps she should recommend this shop to others.

Others were looking at her again, but Antonia doesn't care what gossip might come out of this, some people have nothing better to do than to spread pointless rumors. So she buys the dress and has her mind set on promoting this small shop that this nice humble woman runs.

Pinocchio wanted to wear the dress right away, so he put his clothes in the shopping bag they gave him, they walked a little outside and decided to sit down for a little on a bench.

“You are so adorable” Antonia grabbed one of his cheeks and squeezed it, Pinocchio's face turned a slight shade of pink, he wasn't used to his mother being the one to embarrass him.

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They return to Hotel Krat, Pinocchio waiting for his father to pick him up, he is looking at himself in a mirror, loving the way he looks.

“Son, did you have fun?” Geppetto had arrived and was glad to see that his son had a good time, but before he could say something else, Antonia spoke up.

“Geppetto, may I have a word with you?”

Geppetto was confused at her tone but he followed her to a separate room, Pinocchio now being left alone.

It was quiet for a few seconds until…

“WHY THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM MY AGE?!”

Pinocchio had a grin on his face as he heard the conversation, his mother was mad, and his father kept apologizing to her.

“You are a huge brat you know that?” Gemini chirped, “This isn't good boy behavior”

“Shut up Gemini or I'll shake your cage” Pinocchio was having fun, he didn't want Gemini to ruin the mood.

“Antonia please calm down, Pinocchio was just trying to make you feel less old that's all”

“Less old?!”, That was the wrong thing to say because Antonia kept shouting at him and Geppetto was back to apologizing.

“I'm going to tell your father you planned this” Gemini was looking at Pinocchio with disappointment in his eyes.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” Pinocchio used his hands and made a heart with them, “I'm a good boy after all”

There was nothing Gemini could do, Pinocchio had played the innocent boy part too well, so the cricket resigned himself.

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Polendina was arranging the bed he and Antonia shared when he heard her footsteps he turned around to see her in the new dress she bought.

He was quiet, if he could blush, he would be blushing, Lady Antonia is beautiful as always and she does such things for him.

They sat down and started to chat, saying how their days had gone.

“I had to kick out a rude guest from the hotel lobby” Polendina had experience in such matters, it wasn't bothersome to him anymore but he found this situation amusing.

“Oh my, what happened?”

“There was no reservation in his name, they kept claiming that he knew you personally when I know he doesn't” Why do people constantly do that? No, you do not know the owner, Polendina knows every single acquaintance or friend that Lady Antonia is close with, “He was repeating do you know how I am over and over again, you should have seen his face when I told him that I did not know who he was”

Antonia let out a laugh, not her usual composed laugh, but a genuine laugh.

“What did he say?”

“He called me a stupid puppet and I had to call security when he started making threats” The scene attracted other guests by that point, and Lady Antonia has the best security for Hotel Krat, such behavior is not tolerated.

They kept talking, about their day and other things, Antonia felt so lucky to have Polendina by her side and Polendina felt lucky to have her by his side.

Polendina sometimes felt like it was all a dream, he couldn't believe that she had reciprocated his feelings, he felt like he wasn't good at this, about being in a relationship, he isn't one to express his emotions by talking, so he writes to her, he writes about how much he loves her, how the simplest of things reminds him of her.

It makes his day to see his beloved Lady Antonia read the things he writes her, the smile on her face.

A part of him had always felt insecure because he knows how he was made, he knows that sometime after Antonia's husband died she was looking for a puppet to help her with her house chores, as she had been too depressed to do them herself, she started to focus too much on her work, she lost her husband she was also mourning that she never got to have children with him since he died young; so she asked Geppetto for a favor, a custom puppet, one that had the Ergo of her husband.

But his beloved Antonia has always reassured him that she loves him for who he is, after learning of how her husband was, he agrees, that man was so outgoing, so full of spirit, too adventurous, she has told him how he would take her hiking just to enjoy nature. Polendina isn't like that, he is calm and reserved and he prefers to be indoors.

“Well my day was mostly fun” Antonia had a smile on her face.

“Mostly?”

Antonia takes a deep breath and explains but she quickly changes the subject after she is done she wants to talk about something else, about her day with Pinocchio and other things, they talk next to each other, both holding hands gently.

A moment when they can both say, how truly happy they are, the candle of their love too strong to dwindle.

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My art for this chapter 🩷

[animanganerd]

Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 12

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/125565109

All chapters: here x

Chapter 12 ❖ Excess (Part 2)

As Lan Xiaoli scoured the forest, he didn’t waste any time on the small fry. The spirits existed in various shapes and sizes, and he was seeking to defeat a strong opponent to prove he’d earned these powers.

When he reached the heart of the evil spirits’ nest, he found exactly what he was looking for – a particularly big spirit.

The spirit was so huge, it could easily reach the tree crowns if it stood on its hind legs; calling it a beast seemed like a better choice of word in this case. At the moment, it was hunched over on all fours and seemed to be feasting on something.

Lan Xiaoli had his sword in a tight grip when he unsheathed it and, without hesitation, struck the beast with a sword glare. After being hit, the beast turned around unperturbed, as if it just got tickled by an ant. The malicious grin on its face stretched from ear to ear, making it look all the more sinister. Its eyes were two large circles the red glow of which pierced the dark haze that enveloped its entire body.

Lan Xiaoli was a little surprised that his attack had done little to no damage. At the same time, he felt his heartbeat rise in excitement. Defeating this spirit on his own was the best way to prove his prowess. He grinned right back at the spirit and the two engaged in battle; one sword against ten claws.

Lan Xiaoli took as many blows as he dealt, but with each hit of the beast, the faint whispers in his head cut deeper into his heart.

I am a cheater…

It just took a few blows for the beast to gain the upper hand. However, Lan Xiaoli wasn’t so easily discouraged. With his spiritual skills, he knew he could defeat any opponent, no matter how big and strong they were.

A liar…

Although he was instantly drenched in sweat, thanks to his dad, he didn’t suffer under the curse’s severe consequences. And without the pain, he could unleash his full potential. Ignoring the fact that he’d never learned how to use his skills at 100%, he let go of all restraint and went all out.

A fraud…

Every time the beast struck at him, Lan Xiaoli was forced to take two steps back. Despite being pushed back by his opponent, Lan Xiaoli refused to admit defeat. With each step back, he thought to himself, Just a little more, just a little more!

They do not need me…

Yet, no matter how much spiritual energy he invested, he needed more with each of the beast’s attacks. Drawing out an increasing amount of energy, he strained his body more than ever, causing a dull headache to resurface. Accustomed to the pain, he grit his teeth and fought on.

Without my skills I am useless…

From one moment to the next, it was as if a wrong switch had been flipped inside Lan Xiaoli. In the blink of an eye, the control of his powers had toppled like a boat caught in a storm, and dark energy began to seep out of his body until his entire being was shrouded in a black haze.

I am nothing.

Lan Xiaoli didn’t know what befell him. The whispers in his mind had turned into accusatory cries and deafening wails. The voices screamed their accusations all at once, merging into one and ringing in his ears so loudly that they drowned out all other thoughts.

A sudden, sharp pain ripped through him; it felt as if his body and soul were about to split. He dropped his sword and pressed his hands against his temples, as if he was trying to keep his head from bursting. His knees buckled and he crumpled to the ground, screaming his lungs out.

The huge beast paid him no regard and cackled as it lunged to end him with a final blow.

Alarmed by their son’s cry, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian shared a concerned look. They quickly dispatched their own opponents and sprinted over just in time to save Lan Xiaoli.

While Lan Wangji blocked the bat spirit, Wei Wuxian wanted to carry Lan Xiaoli away from the danger, which turned out to be rather difficult. The teen was hunched over, his whole body stiff like a stone, his limbs trembling from the tension. Wei Wuxian struggled to force him upright before he could scoop him up in his arms and leap away.

The moment he was picked up, Lan Xiaoli passed out, his limbs spilling limply over Wei Wuxian’s arms, yet he was sweating and panting incessantly. Worried about their son’s condition, Wei Wuxian wanted to remove Lan Xiaoli from this scene as fast as possible.

“You good?” Wei Wuxian called over to Lan Wangji, who nodded in response.

With most of the spirits dispatched, Wei Wuxian knew he could leave Lan Wangji to his own devices and quickly headed back to the village, carrying Lan Xiaoli all the way.

Halfway to the inn, Wei Wuxian lamented inwardly, I really wish I could mount my sword right now… 

While it hadn’t been a problem to carry the boy when he was still little, Lan Xiaoli had now reached a size that made Wei Wuxian’s arms sore in no time.

Back at the inn, Wei Wuxian laid Lan Xiaoli on his bed, and, after briefly shaking out his arms, played a few soothing tunes on his flute. A few melodies later, the songs began to take effect and Lan Xiaoli’s shallow breathing evened out.

After one final song, Wei Wuxian put his flute down and gently brushed away the sweaty strands that stuck to Lan Xiaoli’s forehead. Lost in thought, he subconsciously kept on stroking Lan Xiaoli’s hair.

In any other situation this loss of control would’ve caused a qi deviation, Wei Wuxian thought with a furrowed brow. Then, something suddenly clicked for him. Could it be that the curse… saved his life?

Once the forest was completely cleared of the spirits, Lan Wangji rushed back to the inn. The moment he entered their room, he asked, “How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Wei Wuxian answered, “Playing mind-calming songs helped.” He met Lan Wangji halfway to Lan Xiaoli’s bed, wearing one of his rare serious expressions. “I think I know what happened.”

Later that night, Lan Xiaoli blearily opened his eyes. Soft moonlight streamed in through the window, and a decorative screen stood beside his bed. The muffled voices and hushed murmurs of his dads drifted over from behind the screen.

Lan Xiaoli rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to get his bearings. He didn’t remember how he’d ended up back in his bed, nor who’d put him in a fresh set of clothes. His body ached all over, but that didn’t stop him from getting up. He drowsily padded around the decorative screen to where his dads sat at the dining table, engaged in a conversation. The moment Lan Xiaoli emerged from behind the screen, they stopped talking.

Wei Wuxian gave him a sympathetic smile. “Are you feeling better?”

Lan Xiaoli sleepily nodded in response.

“We figured out how the curse works.”

Lan Xiaoli had just reached the table, when Wei Wuxian hit him with the news. Wei Wuxian’s smile waned and he hesitated briefly before he continued. At first he intended to be gentle in his delivery, but this was a serious matter, so he didn’t want to beat around the bush. “You can’t use your spiritual energy anymore.”

Lan Xiaoli sobered up in an instant. Wide-eyed, he began to walk backwards, as if the announcement had put him in reverse, shaking his head nonstop. His face had barely dried from the previous tears when new ones inevitably began to fill his eyes. “No…,” he said in a raspy voice, his heart shattered into pieces. “No! I just got the hang of it!”

Wei Wuxian knitted his brows. “Got the hang of it? Got the hang of what exactly?” Though he tried to remain calm, he couldn’t help but raise his voice, “You can consider yourself lucky you’re still alive!”

“What does this have to do with my powers?!” Lan Xiaoli retorted with a crack in his voice.

Considering how vulnerable their son had to be right now, Wei Wuxian composed himself and tried a different approach. “You only survived back there because the curse gobbled up the excess energy, preventing a qi deviation. Since you made a pact, it won’t let you die until it’s collected its debt. You’re its host, and as long as it provides you with power, it’s allowed to feed off you each time you use them.”

In a pleading tone, he urged, “You need to stop!”

Lan Xiaoli continued to shake his head in denial until he broke down crying. “It’s not fair!” he squeezed out between sobs.

Wei Wuxian walked over to comfort him. Strictly speaking, the way you got your power isn’t ‘fair’, he thought, but couldn’t bring himself to speak those words aloud. Instead, he wordlessly embraced the sobbing kid.

From that day on, Lan Wangji made it an integral part of their morning lessons to deter Lan Xiaoli from using spiritual energy.

Lan Xiaoli’s mood had once again sunk into a gloomy pit. The thought of having to hear this lecture every day vexed him, but he knew he had brought it upon himself and obediently listened with a sour expression.

When Lan Xiaoli was about to leave at the end of the lesson, he was called back by Lan Wangji. Lan Xiaoli’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly racked his brain to see if he had screwed up again, but other than the curse, nothing came to mind.

“What is it?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“You need to seal your spiritual energy.”

Lan Xiaoli let out an ah and walked back to his father. “But why me? Why not you?” He understood the necessity of it, but he’d never done anything like this before and didn’t know if he could.

Lan Wangji paused for a moment. “...We are not certain, but my powers might be insufficient.”

Lan Xiaoli let out another ah. He could downright sense how uncomfortable it must be for his father to admit this. There was no need to elaborate.

With the way Lan Xiaoli had uttered his wish, he might be more powerful than his parents; too powerful for his own good. So to ensure his spiritual energy was properly sealed, Lan Xiaoli had to do it himself with Lan Wangji’s guidance.

Lan Wangji took Lan Xiaoli’s pulse during the process to make sure the spiritual current stopped flowing. Before Lan Xiaoli forced it to a complete halt, however, he said, “Can I not keep a little? Else I am just ordinary again…”

“All of it,” Lan Wangji replied, his tone firm and decisive.

Lan Xiaoli pursed his lips in chagrin, but complied anyway. He’d caused his parents enough trouble as it was, that much he had to admit.

Even though his spiritual powers had been sealed away, that didn’t stop the curse’s spirit from sucking the strength out of Lan Xiaoli at a constant pace. It didn’t seem to matter whether spiritual energy was circulating through his body or not. Hence, Lan Xiaoli’s deterioration progressed rapidly, and he looked and felt more miserable by the day.

The curse was no longer a secret, yet Lan Xiaoli still wanted to conceal his growing misery in front of his dads to lessen their worry. But this turned out to be rather difficult as his dads had decided he had to be with at least one of them at all times. For one, they wanted to observe his condition, and for another, they wanted to prevent him from getting any ideas, like unsealing his powers when no one was looking.

As a result, the three of them started to share a room again, which made it impossible for Lan Xiaoli to hide his wretched state from his dads.

Seeing their son’s increasingly sallow complexion, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji tried to suppress the curse as best they could. However, now that the curse had infested a great part of Lan Xiaoli’s soul, it was too strong to be contained. None of their previous methods worked anymore, neither pills nor spells could alleviate the side-effects. The best way for Lan Xiaoli to get at least a little bit of rest was to put him to sleep with mind-calming incense and Lan Wangji’s guqin play.

But that too only worked for so long. After a while, Lan Xiaoli’s body and soul grew accustomed to this treatment; no matter how strong the incense and how long the guqin sessions, the stronger the curse became, the less effect any of it had.

And though Lan Xiaoli did manage to get some sleep from time to time, he still didn’t get a moment’s rest. He’d toss and turn all night, his body twitching from the nightmares. His bed sheets and clothes were quickly soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body. Soon, the days of him waking up without a severe fever became the exception.

Yet, being plagued by nightmares still counted as a good night. On rough nights, Lan Xiaoli was pushed into sleep paralysis, which tormented him even more than the nightmare. At such times, he often heard faint, unintelligible whispers echoing in his head; voices similar to those he’d heard when he’d fought the bat spirit.

One night, he jolted up from a particularly grave nightmare. Unable to distinguish dream from reality, he thought he saw figures trying to harm him. Scared to death, he scrambled off his mat, his scream piercing the tranquil silence. Trying to fumble his way out of his bedding that had wrapped itself around his body, he crashed to the floor, but promptly pushed himself up and ran outside to escape the shadows he was hallucinating.

The noise woke Wei Wuxian with a start, who immediately followed Lan Xiaoli.

Their current lodging, a shabby shack, stood in a vast and deserted field of flourishing greenery. The grass, which hadn’t been tended for a long time, reached up to a person’s waist and swayed peacefully in the night breeze until it was disturbed by a screaming and running teenager.

Outside, the cold wind that blew from the distant forest gently caressed Lan Xiaoli’s skin, as if trying to soothe him. He breathed in the fresh, clear scent of rain on grass, which gradually cooled his mind.

Realising that no one was attacking him, Lan Xiaoli slowly came to a halt in the middle of the lush meadow and collapsed. He clutched his head as if it was about to burst, rocking back and forth in despair. In between sobs that choked his voice, he kept muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this is not what I wanted, I’m so sorry…” over and over again.

Shocked beyond words, Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around Lan Xiaoli and held him in a tight embrace, adapting to his rocking motion. He gently stroked Lan Xiaoli’s head, then wiped the sweat from the boy’s face with one of his sleeves and gave him a soft, comforting kiss on the forehead.

Pulled from his sleep by Wei Wuxian’s sudden movements and the general commotion, Lan Wangji had witnessed this scene, helplessly standing in the shack’s doorway. When he saw Wei Wuxian hugging Lan Xiaoli, he joined the two, putting his arms around them as they were.

After that night, it was clear that Lan Xiaoli had reached a critical stage and wouldn’t be able to endure the curse much longer. He was truly spent. Unable to sleep or eat, his complexion had turned ghastly pale. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes were vacant. Even his mind seemed to be in a constant state of disarray. With no solution at hand, Wei Wuxian thought it best to return to Gusu and ask Lan Xichen for help.

It was already late at night when the three of them arrived at the Cloud Recesses, yet Wei Wuxian didn’t want to waste any second and immediately presented Lan Xichen with their problem. Once he was filled in on the details, Lan Xichen inspected Lan Xiaoli’s condition. With a grave expression, he turned to the other two men. “I would suggest we continue this discussion in private.”

Lan Xichen invited Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian to his room, where he stated his findings. “The curse has tainted more than half of his soul.”

Wei Wuxian scoffed dryly. “Whatever evil spirit this is, it has come to feed, and it’s hungry. I guess it doesn’t care whether A-Li uses his powers or not, it just keeps sucking on his soul!”

“The use of spiritual energy only accelerates the feeding,” Lan Wangji concluded.

Lan Xichen nodded. “If this continues, his life expectancy will be drastically shortened. Once the curse has tainted all of Lan Xiaoli’s soul, it will consume him entirely.”

After discussing the matter for a while, they decided to take a break for the rest of the night and plan further steps the next morning. The three men met up again right at mao time.

“...So you think extracting his soul is the only option? Can we be sure it won’t harm him?” Wei Wuxian asked, his expression clouded with concern.

“By extracting the soul it will not get separated from the curse,” Lan Xichen explained, his demeanour poised and calm. “The curse will only be paused. If we temporarily seal Lan Xiaoli’s consciousness, it has nothing to feed on.”

After hearing Lan Xichen’s suggestion the night before, Wei Wuxian had stayed up all night trying to think of a less risky way to pause the curse. “What about soul-cleansing?” he suggested.

“We will certainly have to cleanse his soul, but unless the curse is broken, it won’t have much effect. As long as Xiaoli is conscious, the curse’s spirit has something to latch onto and will continue to feed on his soul until there is nothing left.”

Wei Wuxian was aware that it wouldn’t be a permanent solution to their current situation, but it was a small shred of hope he’d clung to. However, he had to painfully admit that Lan Xichen was right. As long as the curse was present, they’d have to repeat the process of soul-cleansing over and over again, which would end up being more of a torment than a relief for Lan Xiaoli.

Worse still, resetting the soul-tainting of the curse would be like presenting the accompanying evil spirit with a plate of fresh food every time, which might make it even stronger.

Wei Wuxian sighed in resignation. He and Lan Wangji finally agreed, albeit with great reluctance, to extract Lan Xiaoli’s soul for the time being until they found a way to lift the curse.

To really save Lan Xiaoli, they had to figure out how to break the pact without harming him first.

[digitalmidnight]

The best perk of Bandana Dee's job was his bedroom. It was located on the second floor of the east wing, far from the barracks the soldiers slept in. His only neighbor was the Great King himself, who lived directly above him and despite his tendency to stay up late into the night he was quite quiet. Well, most nights anyway.

Bandana Waddle Dee opened his eyes slowly. 2:43 am, his clock read. Why'd he wake up? He didn’t feel thirsty, hungry, nor did he feel the urge to visit the bathroom. He wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact he felt he was in the most comfortable position he could be, bundled in thick, fuzzy blankets as the cool night’s breeze swept over the rest of the room from the cracked open window. Whatever reason he had to wake up didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and let the fountain of dream’s blessing wash over him yet again.

The sound of machinery reached the Waddle Dee’s ears. The King’s power drill, to be precise. Disgruntled and tired, Bandana Dee forced his eyes open to stare at the clock. 2:45 am. Despite his role as advisor, he preferred not to be against the king in any way. At the same time, his liege was using a power drill at near 3am. With much displeasure, Bandana peeled himself from his warm cocoon and made his way to the window. Pressing his cheek against the cold pane, the workshop on the third floor of the north wing where his King always did his engineering work was visible. The lights were on and the windows were closed, yet they did little to muffle the noises. He shut his window in hopes that maybe it would silence the cacophony of tools. It didn’t. With a sigh, Bandana Dee dragged himself from the window to make the long crawl to the Great King.

“My liege?” Softly called out Bandana. He had slipped in the room during a brief pause in the noises. Hunched over the workbench, King Dedede had his back to the door and protective headphones covering his ears. The power drill and all his other, louder tools currently weren’t in his hands as he appeared to be comparing whatever he was working on to his notes. It took a moment, but he did eventually turn to Bandana Dee, who was still in the doorway.

King Dedede took off his headphones and his safety glasses as quickly as he could without taking his headpiece off with it. “Strawberry shortcake?” Figures he wouldn’t question Bandana Dee being up at 3am, just if the slice of cake that Bandana Dee had grabbed for him was Strawberry shortcake. He had brought it knowing the King would enjoy a snack, hopefully enough to agree to leave whatever project he was working on for a more typical hour.

“Correct, Great King.” Seeing as there was no clear spot on the table, Bandana Dee opted to just hand the cake to King Dedede, who eagerly took it. “I thought you would enjoy a treat.”

The King didn’t even use a fork. He ate quicker than he usually did, if even possible, then wiped his hands on a spare rag before going back to reading his notes. The notes were an amalgamation of the King’s spontaneous ideas, observations, and complaints. All of which were written so erratically and messily that if Bandana had to read the notebook, he would need a decoder. On the table laid a metal shell that looked similar to the Great King’s hammer, as well as a small rocket and engine that may have once belonged to a vehicle of some sorts. Several blueprints for many other machines were scattered across the table, layered so only parts of them were visible. Nails and bolts were in piles wherever they could be. If there was a method to the madness, Bandana Dee didn’t see it.

Bandana Dee stood nearby, staring to see if he could figure out where his King was in his project, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by the king. “Hey, wait a sec. Since when are you up at midnight, Bandee?”

“It’s just past 3, sir.” Bandana Dee corrected.

“Quit joshin with me, it ain’t that late!” Snapped King Dedede as he turned to his digital clock that rested on the wall just above the window. A fierce blush was making his way across his cheeks from the embarrassment and frustration at being wrong. As his King’s closest subordinate, he wouldn’t say a word about it.

“I heard your power drill from my room, Great King, and I thought you would want a small break from your work.”

His blush grew, however the anger shifted away to sheepishness. He wouldn’t apologize, and Bandana Dee didn’t expect one, however he knew in his heart the King did feel semi guilty about the noise. Hopefully enough to cease using any loud tools so late in the evening again.

Hoping to shift the topic to one less embarrassing to his King, he asked curiously, “what are you working on, sir?”

“Well you see this here?” King Dedede pointed to a blueprint on the table, one Bandana Dee couldn’t see from his vantage point. Thankfully, King Dedede shimmied to the right in his bench, making room for him to crawl onto the seat. The blueprint he was pointing to was of Kabula, his personal aircraft with advanced AI controls. It was of her redesign, which was faster and deadlier thanks to the efforts of the Great King, who had worked tirelessly on her until he declared the project finished last week.

King Dedede was tapping on a part of the blueprint showing a mere section of the aircraft. It was either a missile or a jet. “I thought adding a bit more omph to my hammer will help me clobber that there Kirby. Makin’ my swings heavier and faster with this here engine will give that puffball a run for his money, if he even makes it to me! Ha!”

“Great King,” Bandana Dee exclaimed in curious confusion. It appeared as though his king were planning to add in a small engine along with a jet to a hammer. Yes, that would make his swings faster and heavier, however, “Wouldn’t that make your hammer too heavy?”

With a devious snicker, already imagining the future fight with Kirby, King Dedede picked up the engine from a nearby pile of parts and tossed it with the ease he would an apple. “Ha! This little extra weight ain’t anything! Heck, I think even you could carry it.” With that he held out the engine in offering. Bandana Dee stared sleepily at it for a moment before reaching out to hold it. How heavy could it possibly be?

Heavy. So heavy. As soon as King Dedede’s support was gone, the engine along with his hands were dragged down to his feet. Thankfully, his liege had better reflexes than him, or perhaps he was just more awake, and grabbed the engine before either him or the engine took damage. That engine had to weigh more than 600 apples at the least, yet his King could hold it with ease.

“Uh, guess not. You okay?” Without looking, the Great King casually dropped the engine on the workbench roughly where it had been originally.

“Y-yes.” To be sure, Bandana Dee shook his arms a little. He was fine. “Kirby sure has a tough fight ahead of him if you use that hammer, sir.”

“And I’ll have an easy one!” King Dedede turned back towards his worktable. “Tomorrow is the day me and Kirby’s rivalry ends once ‘n for all!”

“Of course, sire.” Tomorrow was the day. By morning, they would send for Kirby. If Bandana Dee’s calculations were correct, Kirby would arrive for the final battle between him and the King by sunset at the latest. The thought sent his heart racing, no matter how often his king reasured him that even if Kirby beat every other member of the army, Kirby didn’t stand a chance against the Great King. The excitement was extremely tiring, actually. A yawn escaped him.

King Dedede looked down to him. “You can go to bed now, Bandee.”

“Your Majesty should as well,” countered Bandana Dee. “We have a big day ahead of us.”

“I’ll go to bed when I’m done!” King Dedede declared, stubborness flaring up.

“Then I will stay up with you, my King.” Bandana Dee said with his own brand of stubborness. Though he expected that the Great King saw through this bluff when the Waddle Dee tried unsuccesfully to stifle another yawn. King Dedede said nothing about it, just moving back towards his work. The tossed aside engine was picked up with only one of his hands and laid carefully in the hammer’s shell. Arranging a tiny light so he would see, the Great King picked up a small tool and some wires and began to work on the inside of the shell.

Bandana Dee leaned over to rest his head on the King’s robe. To be able to be strong enough to hold back Kirby, who defeated Dark Matter, Nightmare and many other terrifying bosses that Waddle Dee couldn’t name, was amazing.

If only he could be that strong as well.

Bandana Dee didn’t remember going to bed when he awoke tucked in a little too tight, but he did remember that burning desire to one day be as strong as his king. That wish of his persisted, even a week later when he was pulling a small wagon with four neat boxes in it to the castle’s infirmary.

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Despite the intro, the story will mostly focus on Meta Knight and Bandana Dee. I think I'll hold off fully posting it on AO3 until it's complete, but here's the intro.

Fanfiction will feature:

Bandana Dee, who puts himself first for the first time in his life and it spirals out of control

Kirby, who latches on to Bandana Dee the second he gives him food

Meta Knight, who thinks the best way to apologize for an attempted take over is to teach the king's closest subordinate how to fight behind his back

And King Dedede, who is trying his best (yet failing) to pretend like he isn't becoming friends with the other three

[neopuppy]

Focus (M)

Best Friend follow-up

Preview: “..you don’t actually read fanfic.. right?..” you nervously ask Jaemin. Too nervous to look him in the eye after everything. Imagining all the types of stories he found while snooping through your phone.

Jaemin’s head lifts from your shoulder, chin resting upon his palm. A mischievous gleam gazing down at you. His other hand reaching up tapping the tip of your nose with one finger. “No.. but I read some of the ones you had saved. Couldn’t help but notice you re-visited that one about an omega initiated into the pack by taking every alpha at once. That must be your favorite.”

Pairing: Jaemin x Jeno x Johnny x Jaehyun x female reader

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: dubcon/consented noncon(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), pwp, explicit language, alcohol/drug mention, one shot, 4J five-way, M/F, they’re all meanies🥵

Smut Warning: roleplaying, manhandling, oral, fingering, double penetration, degradation(heavy), overstimulation, breeding, bulge kink, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, omorashi, squirting, crying, rly self indulgent smut

“Jaem…please, enough.” You croak, fingers roughly digging into his scalp. A weak fight to push him away from your aching center. Jaemin grunts, face lifting slowly showing off shiny pouted lips. Mouth wrecked and swollen after eating you out for the last hour.

“You love to lie don’t you? Think I can’t taste how wet you get when I don’t stop? Could have told me you were so into this sooner. Would have fucked you before anyone else had the chance.” Jaemin finishes mumbling around your clit. Tongue lapping and swirling. Lifting away only to cover your mound in spit. Dragging down between your folds. Your thighs shut around his head shaking in fear of another orgasm ripping through your body. Weakness overpowering your need for anymore.

“Please..I’m tired, please.” You sigh out your best attempt at begging cutely. His face lifting blinking slowly, adding thoughtlessness to his words.

“Say pretty please alpha.”

It’s embarrassing the way he knows exactly what buttons to push now. This is what he always wanted after all. Whimpering in defeat you nod, sniffling the pain between your legs away- “Pretty please alpha.”

Jaemin dawns a shit-eating grin. More full of himself than usual. He finally had his way with you. Sitting up his biceps flex around his chest. Fingers tracing down past your entrance tapping your rim. “Haven’t even ate your ass yet. Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

“Ugh..” you squirm away. Head shaking in disagreement. “Jaemin…alpha, whatever. Seriously no more. I’m gonna pass out.”

Jaemin sneers, pushing the tips of his fingers in despite your pleading. “Isn’t that what you want though? Stupid little slut wants to wake up full of cock and cum. Fucked into submission by every alpha in the pack.”

“Fuck… you asshole. How much did you read!” You muster up enough strength to pull away. Rolling onto your stomach. Jaemin’s hand immediately comes to your ass squeezing.

“I read a lot sweetie. Enough to know what you really want. I always knew you were pretty nasty. This was more than I expected even from you though.” He leans over. Lips dragging up your back listing out the different kinks he found in your saved tags.

Turning away again you lay near the edge of his bed. Glancing over remembering how he fucked you hung half way off. How could you you settle for anything less now..

Jaemin lets out a satisfied sound nuzzling up to your side. Kissing your arm and shoulder leading up to your neck. “Fine.” He mumbles pressed up to your collarbone. “I’ll let you rest. No promises you won’t wake up with my dick inside your tight needy little pussy.”

“You don’t actually read fanfic.. right?..” you nervously ask Jaemin. Too nervous to look him in the eye after everything. Imagining all the types of stories he found while snooping through your phone.

Jaemin’s head lifts from your shoulder, chin resting against his palm. A mischievous gleam gazing down at you. His other hand reaching up tapping the tip of your nose with one finger. “No.. but I read some of the ones you had saved. Couldn’t help but notice you re-visited that one about an omega initiated into the pack by taking every alpha at once. That must be your favorite.”

“Jaeminnnnn…” whining, you shut your eyes. Heat rising between your chest in embarrassment. His belittling laugh following adding fuel to the growing flame.

“You really like this don’t you?” Jaemin questions licking your jaw up to your ear. “Since I’m such a good friend.. I’ll have to make sure all of your little fanfics come to life. Don’t think I missed that anime one about fucking the entire swim team either.”

Your eyes practically jump out sitting up abruptly. Hissing from the pain between your thighs. Lower back beating and pinching after one too many climaxes. Pitifully shoving his shoulder, you roll over on top of him. Jaemin’s hands coming to rest on top of your waist. Fingers gently tickling where the middle of your back dips.

“Be nice to me! You’ve humiliated me enough.” You turn extra whiny hiding your face in his chest. Jaemin smiling, pulling you into a tight hold. Chin nodding against the top of your head.

“As long as you like it. I’ll play with you however you want baby.”

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“This is some pretty weird shit.” Jaehyun taps Johnny’s phone screen. Huddled up to his side reading over the story Jaemin sent to their group chat. The four friends gathered together eating lunch focused on this unfamiliar topic.

“Girls are complex. They don’t get off as easily to the same shit we do. I can get a boner sometimes just from staring at peaches for too long.” Jeno replies across the table. Reading through another story Jaemin had left open on his phone.

“You watched that video too huh?” Johnny’s eyebrows wiggle. Turning his attention back to the texts taking over his screen. “I’m for sure an alpha. Bet she thinks about me when she’s reading this shit.”

“She’s thinking about me you prick.” Jaemin snaps back. Phone clicking shut. “Anyway. I’m only showing you guys this cause I have an idea.”

“This knotting thing sounds cool. I wanna be stuck to a pussy for hours..” Jeno interrupts. Moving over to sit at Johnny’s other side continuing to read.

“Heats? Ruts? I’m for sure the alpha she’s thinking about.” Jaehyun adds. Nudging Johnny in the shoulder with a smirk. “She always begs me to cum inside.”

“Dude me too. You aren’t special.” Jeno interjects, two thumbs pointed at himself. “I’m for sure the alpha of her dreams.”

Jaemin’s teeth grind together. Snorting annoyed with a tap of his fingers along the table. “Johnny, your parents won’t be home this weekend right?”

The larger man shrugs nodding- “They never are. Would lose out on their monthly casino points. Why?”

“We’re gonna win the meet on Saturday. Let’s celebrate after.” Jaemin reaches into his back pocket. Pulling out a tattered ziploc bag filled with white rolled up joints surrounded by little green trees. “Each of us chip in $40 for alcohol. I’ll smoke you out free. Compliments of my baby buds sprouting up again.”

Jeno’s eyes light up reaching with grabby hands. Too late, Jaemin returning the bag to his pocket.

“Sounds good, the usual. Don’t worry Jaem, I’ll fuck your little friend real good.” Johnny shoots him a wink. Jaemin’s face falling into a serious one.

“Listen you jerks, I showed you these to give you ideas. This is what she’s into, so read that shit. Take notes if you have to.” He counters, nodding Jeno’s direction. His friends nose scrunching in offense.

“This somnophilia thing sounds good.” Jaehyun’s dimples peak as he explores more stories under the tag. “She wants to be fucked unconscious? I can do that.”

“I’ve for sure fucked her unconscious before.” Johnny locks his phone. Arms lifting up flexed around his head proudly. Leaning back rested against his palms wiggling his brows confidently. “Like it’s hard? She can barely handle my dick. How’s she gonna take all four of us.”

Jaemin’s neck straightens shooting his friends a look similar the stare he gives his swim opponents. Arrogance and pride radiating through his sharp features. Always up for a challenge silently letting all know he won’t lose.

“She’ll take whatever we make her take.”

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“It’s like you’re trying to get me drunk or something.” You note. Forehead crinkling together watching Jaemin fill your cup up for the fifth time.

“What if I am?” A taunting evil smile takes over his face. Cup shoved back into your hand with a click of his tongue. “Drink up baby, drunken pussies what I’m thinking tonight.”

Scoffing you take a sip of the gold liquid. Tongue and mouth numbed to the disgusting aftertaste. Gut warm, heating up your skin as the alcohol flows about your body. “You don’t need to get me drunk to fuck me anymore. There’s no turning back from what’s been done now.”

“Maybe I have other plans for you. Have you not realized that yet.” Jaemin presses against your hip. Soft length pressing into you to make it clear he still wants to fuck.

“You’re impossible.” Sipping between your slurred response. You shimmy free from his weight. Pushing your drink to his chest. “Naughty naughty boy getting me drunk. Now I have to pee.”

Jaemin sets your drink aside pressing forward, lips dipping to your ear. “Wanna go right now? I’ll let you piss on me baby. That’s what you really like right?”

“Jaemin!” Extra whiny and under the influence you slap him away. “Stop making fun of meeee!”

You have to stop yourself from stomping your foot. Stomach too full of alcohol sending you warning signals to hurry up and find a bathroom.

“You’re so mean.” With another push at your friends chest you nearly run away. Fearful he’ll catch you, wanting him to catch you in the back of your mind.

“You have no idea.” Jaemin whispers to himself. Staying put in place watching you saunter down the hallway. Knowing your way around Johnny’s house easily. With a snap of his index finger and thumb, he moves ahead. Tapping Jaehyun and Johnny’s shoulders as he passes the couch. Both pausing their game to acknowledge the knowing nod he sends them. Jeno perks up from where he’s sat on the floor waiting his turn.

“Oh fuck yea.” He smiles, shooting up to stand full of excitement. Too excited staggering back after one too many shots. Jaehyun keeping him held steady having drank less than the rest. Too full of energy still after winning his race to get drunk.

“Watch me be the only one that doesn’t end up passed out with whiskey dick.”

Jaemin halts Jaehyun, directing Johnny and Jeno toward the hallway you disappeared into. “You two go first, we’ll meet you in Johnny’s room.”

“We’ll be up in a bit.” Jeno throws up two fingers waving off his friends. Johnny leading him down toward the bathroom. Right on time as you head out shutting the door behind you. You squeak caught off guard with the two of them looming before you. Both surrounding you with a serious mood.

“Hey, guys.. What’s…what’s up?” You swallow, pressing your back to the hallway wall. Johnny making the first step toward you. Large arms placed around your body with his elbows planted by your head. He sucks in his lower lip, white teeth digging in holding back a smirk.

Slowly sucking air between, Johnny leans closer. Lips mumbling on your forehead. “Need you. We need you right now.”

Jeno falls by your sides, head tilting on the wall. Blazed hooded eyes blinking with extra effort. He reaches between your faces gripping your chin to look at him.

“We can smell that wet omega pussy.” Jeno says with a wink. Your lips part open in gasp, Johnny quickly shoving three fingers in your mouth.

“You’re gonna listen to us baby. Don’t make a sound.” Johnny wraps a long sturdy arm around your waist hauling you toward the stair case. Gagging around his fingers hitting the back of your throat as Jeno assist him taking a hold of your ankles. Both throwing a quick glance around before rushing toward his bedroom.

As if on queue you cough out shaking your head releasing a sad excuse for a sob. Johnny pulls free slapping his palm over your mouth.

“Are you stupid? Is that how we’re gonna play this little act? Pretending to be the dumb innocent omega?” His wet lips brush your skin with each stern word. Tone strict and demanding setting your knees to quiver. Jeno’s grip reaching the backs of your thighs as Johnny shoves into his room.

Jaemin and Jaehyun sit on his bed ready to go. Jaehyun smiling ear to ear waving around a sheer scarf.

“If she won’t stay quiet, I have other ways to handle that.” Jaehyun stands up allowing the two carrying you to toss you onto the bed. Jaemin leaning over your chest taking a hold of your jaw to make you look at him. The lost gaze passing through your eyes letting him know how ready you are for this.

“You be a good girl, take everything we give you.” Jaemin instructs quietly only for you. Multiple hands reaching for your flimsy garments tugging them free from your figure leaving you vulnerable to all their hungry stares.

“Look at that pretty pussy baby.” Johnny sighs, pulling you leg apart sliding a hand down your inner thigh. Jaehyun tugging your other ankle away to completely expose you. Your eyes roll shut bursting into a heated cry. Their four lewd lust filled gazes burning into your core. Hole gripping at air releasing an obscene sound of wetness. Body betraying you in reaction unable to resist the impure thoughts of what was about to take place.

“Fuck, you’re such a needy slut.” Jeno groans. The first to reach between you picking up your gushing arousal with two fingers. Trailing them up to your clit pressing down sending your hips bucking up.

“What if…” Jaehyun traces down your inner thigh. Hand maneuvering past Jeno’s to your entrance. Eyes glinting in Johnny’s direction.

“You’re right. Let’s find out how much a whore can handle.” Johnny’s fingers slip down meeting Jaehyun’s. The two teasing your hole stirring a fear in your chest. You move to sit up ready to pull away. Jaemin tsking, shifting behind your back. Your arms tugged behind in his hold.

“You knew better than that, omega.” His mocking tone whispers against your ear. Holding you in place with his bicep hooked around your arms. Jaemin circles around you slapping your chest harshly. A scream flying from your lips as the three men in front of you smear your arousal around. Jaehyun gliding two fingers inside your awaiting entrance first. Johnny easing two thicker ones by his side.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking tight. How’re you gonna take all of us.” Johnny murmurs, lips pressed to your ankle. Toes curling up by their heads where they have you held open. Jeno works your clit into a frenzy, rolling his digits back and forth.

“She can take it.” He emphasizes shoving two more fingers in. You shout in response, Jaemin pinching your chest. Biting at your ear telling you to keep quiet.

The three thrusts in stretching you around their digits. Cunt closing up over them instinctively. Jeno dropping a wad of spit right between their combined fingers aiding in the easy slip and slide fucking into you past their knuckles.

“S’too much!!” You croak looking to Jaemin for relief. His eyes widening, lower lip pouting. Arm pulling you back into his bare chest firmly.

“I think it’s not enough sweetie. Don’t make me gape you open with my dick in there too.” He grins, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Now be a good little slut and take it.”

You sigh defeatedly, dropping back into his broad shoulder. Eyes tempted to shut, struggling to stay open in awe. Three built up swimmers stretching your cunt open. Stomach twitching with every thrust of their digits working together. Jaehyun slaps your clit, jaw clenching biting out to keep your eyes open.

“Do as your alphas say, we’ll fuck you full of cum just how you want.” Johnny mutters. Lips kissing the back of your ankle. His tongue languidly grazing up the sole of your foot to your clenched up toes. His mouth expands sucking down your toes, slitted eyes boring into yours. Tingling shots of heat erupt in your stomach. Jaehyun’s tongue lapping between your toes. Free hand swiping your bundle of nerves side to side. Jeno reaching a thumb below pressing your clit. Their fingers relentlessly burying inside.

“I’m….I’m…too much alpha..” again you look to Jaemin. Your face torn, tears sitting at the rims of your eyes.

“You wanna cum baby?” He kisses the corner of your mouth. Hushing the question softly. Your head shaking in response.

“I’m…I’m…” bursting into another cry, tears stream down your cheeks. Embarrassment clearing your mind enough. Bladder full of alcohol needing release. “I’m gonna….gonna..”

“Do it, piss all over them.” Jaemin urges you on. Hand reaching down pressing your stomach further in.

“Ah fuck!” Arching forward with a howling scream you let go. Noisy trickling sounds of piss creating a filthy mess on Johnny’s bed. Your face turning digging into Jaemin’s neck crying harder, overwhelmed and ashamed.

“That was…” Jeno huffs. Chest rising and falling rapid with need. Lifting his hand licking clean the combination of wetness and warm liquid. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Come here.” Jaehyun growls grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Pulling you to straddle his lap, hard cock meeting your pulsing middle eagerly. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Don’t make me wait.”

Jaemin shoves in behind you, hand sweeping the crevice of your ass. Teeth returning to your earlobe nibbling. “You’re gonna be so full just like the fucking whore you dream of being.”

Jaehyun grips your hips, tip of his length fucking up breeching your pliant heat. Jaemin swiping spit slicked digits around your rim behind you. His free hand pushing your shoulder down moving you lower. Jaehyun’s size spreading you open inch by inch.

“Jae…” you fall forward nestling Jaehyun’s chest. The two sharing a curious look to who you were calling for. Jaemin spits between your cheeks holding you apart. Dick angry and hard dreaming about this moment. Gripping around his base he presses forward. Cock head prodding your rim slowly popping in. Your stomach arching into Jaehyun’s further pushing him inside balls deep. Their low groans filling your blurry mind.

“Always take me so good.” Jaehyun cups your hips swiveling up. Fat cock stirring your insides distracting you long enough for Jaemin to thrust inside.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tensed up.” Jaemin slaps your ass. Bending over taking a hold of your hair. Cock slamming forward insistent on entering. “Come on, good little whores can do better than this. Are you our good little whore or not?”

Your head nods rapidly, sniffling and crying between Jaehyun’s pecks. The other rolling his eyes at Jaemin’s question. “Whores like this need to be trained to take cock.”

With that he buries his toes into the bed, knees bending throttling up sending you bouncing. Jaehyun delivering brutal thrust after brutal thrust. Your lower half rolling back down on Jaemin’s length with each slam of his hips. Ass clapping against his pelvic bone. Your screams muffled into his chest. The two working in synchronization fucking you in matched time. Thin wall separating them painfully rubbed raw with each heavy thrust.

“Ass feels so good.” Jaemin’s face rolls against your shoulder. His eyes scrunching up willing himself to not bust so quickly. Jaehyun exerting harsh grunts below you using powerful force to thrust up. Leaving Jaemin with no choice but to let your backside fuck back into him. “So good, you’re such a good omega.”

“Jaemi….Jaemin..” clawing at the sheets around Jaehyun’s head your face turns. Eyes half-lid wantonly begging for extra attention. Jaemin’s lips finding yours with a soft kiss continuing to mutter on about how fucking amazing your dirty little fuck hole feels.

“Built like a perfect slut, made to take dick baby. So fucking hot.” Wrapping your hair into his fist Jaemin sits up. Hips pistoning with speed. Your mouth hung open screaming jabbered curses. Incoherent nonsense spewing out.

“Cum…give me cum!” You beg hearing extra groans from your side. Johnny and Jeno stroking their lengths holding back their own feral need to fuck you stupid.

Jaehyun’s the first to let go, cum painting your insides past his sloppy thrusts. Thighs burning and giving out with one final plummeting shove inside. Cock burying in sinking nails into your hips. Face contorted rasping a painful grunt. Release hot and thick filling your pussy up. Jaemin keeping you held in place with a hand on your waist. Head pulled back as he loses any last hint of sense. Frantic movements pushing him over the edge. Hips slowing to a stutter, gritting a growl out. Hot bursts of cum filling your ass up.

“That’s it, you deserve all that cum baby.” Ready to collapse Jaemin groans shoved back by Jeno’s palm slapping his chest.

“Our turn.” His hoarse voice breaks, pulling your used body off the two. Johnny helping him, pausing to cup your cheeks. Your eyes rolling shut sucking in shallow breaths of air.

“Stupid baby got more than she bargained for.” He smiles full of excitement. Pushing your limp upper half down. Jeno slaps your ass, pulling your hips up. Cum coating your ass has them both moaning. Johnny sucking in a hiss between his teeth.

“What a dumb little cock sleeve.” He sighs circling your winking rim. Fingers pushing Jaemin’s cum back inside. Sliding out with a loud pop that would send flames of embarrassment to your cheeks. Too fucked out and drained by now to care. Johnny gives Jeno a nod, throwing his leg over your lower back, large hands pushing your shoulders down. Not that it mattered, you weren’t going anywhere.

Jeno gripping your hips keeping you on your knees. Asshole and pussy on full display for both of them. He shifts between your spread thighs. Wasting no time seething inside your gaped hole. Jaehyun’s cum allowing his thick size to fill you up. His neck rolls back, hips stilling grinding his length inside. Head shaking in disbelief stammering muddled words- “Ugh, how are you still so tight. Thats a good slutty pussy.”

Johnny squeezes around his cock, tip teasing your rim clenching around nothing. Puckering wet sloppy kisses at his slit as if your bodies still begging for it. Your mind too far gone to disagree. Jaemin sits up placing your cheek on his thigh. Hands gently stroking through your hair, cautiously taking in your passed out face. This is what you wanted after all.

“Hurry the fuck up Johnny.” Jeno expels behind him. Cock thrumming inside your pulsating cunt. Nose crinkling up as he slides out. The combination of your gripping heat and cum sliding down his balls turning him feral.

Johnny grunts in response. Tip of his cock finally plunging in. A small whimper escaping his lips as he sinks in slowly. Your ass taking him in with no fight, Jaemin leaving you nice and prepped.

“Fuck look at that, look at the way your ass opens up for me baby. Oh fuck, such a needy slut even passed out.” Johnny says to himself. Head shaking impressed and astonished. Surprised you still haven’t woken up. Jaemin checking in, continuing his soft petting.

Johnny manages to get in more than half way. Thighs straining and flexing holding himself up in a squatted frog like stance. Years of athletic competition keeping his physique toned and strong. He was always the best at fucking you for hours on end.

Mewling sleepily your eyes stir. Lashes fluttering against your cheek. Jaemin shushing you coaxing you back to a blank empty state of mind. Johnny pushing the rest of his size in. Thick cocks beating between your walls intensely. Stomach full as Johnny reaches around to hold you. Jeno’s length pushing the skin under your bellybutton out further.

Your knees slip apart opening under their weight barreling into you. The two beginning to thrust. Johnny pushing in while Jeno pulls out. Your body puty in their hands. Only held up by the arms wrapped around your middle.

Strings of curses flow from Jeno’s mouth. Hips jerking, cock pounding deep inside where you need. Awakening you enough to squeak out soft whimpers. Pussy aching and sucking on Jeno’s length with every draw of his hips. Johnny’s hand finds the back of your neck. Shoving you against Jaemin’s thigh uncomfortably as he buries inside your ass with precise thrusts. The sheer size of them together splitting you apart.

“Yea that’s what you want. Taking it like those omegas. Fuck you stupid like you deserve hmm.” Johnny laughs for a second. Lips pulling back too focused on filling your ass up. Abs tight in his movements. Clenching and unclenching around them with each unforgiving penetrating deliver they give you.

“Always knew you were good for nothing but taking cock.” Jeno grits. Filling you with the entirety of his size. His familiar raspy voice reaching your ears. Mind registering that Jeno and Johnny were the ones taking turns using you. “Taking four cocks just like a whore.”

Your eyes roll up panting out desperate for oxygen. Immobilized under their strength as they fuck you. Thick fat cocks making you take it over and over.

“I…shit shit..” Johnny wheezes breaking off into a growl. Hips stilling, cock pulsing. His eyes scrunched shut spilling a thick load of cum inside your ass. Too much cum to contain. White gooey ropes seeping around his size adorning your hole. “Oh fuckkk..”

Jeno’s length circles insides your tightening hole. Cock massaging your inner-walls moving in and out easily. It’s too much, the way you’re just letting them use you. Jeno’s gasps and breaths cut off losing his sanity over it all. Sex filled air turning his brain to mush. He cries choking back a sob. Drawing back slamming in, Johnny moving off allowing him to fuck you mercilessly.

“So good baby, perfect little fuck…fuck toy.” Jeno’s mind spins. Losing himself in your pussy. Fucking into you with abandon, growling as he cums. He falls over holding you with a bruising grip. Fingers digging hard enough to leave marks. Sounds of skin slapping skin bolt throughout the room with each impactful final thrust he gives you. Pussy squeezing around him up milking every last bit of cum.

Letting out a whine he pulls out feeling overly sensitive after cumming so hard. Falling flat on his ass in a daze ready to pass out himself.

“Up up baby. I need more after that.” Jaemin pulls your limp body laying you on your back. Smacking your cheek soft enough until your eyes flutter open.

“Jaem… no more please..” your begging falls on deaf ears. Jaemin shoving you further up Johnny’s bed with force filled anger. Pent up frustration at it’s peak watching you fucked over and over. The look on your face through each orgasm giving away how much you loved it.

“Shutup.” He snaps. Tossing your loose legs back into your chest. Abused used up pussy on full display. Cum leaking out of your swollen entrance. Seconds of pity cross his mind noting the pained way your pussy appears. Teeth gritting losing that thought just as fast.

Your hole expanding lewdly pushing out a dollop of cum. He hisses past pursed lips, cock dragging the mixtures of multiple creampies between your folds. Pussy parting around him practically screaming to be filled up once again. “Sluts love to get fucked baby. That’s all you are, a pathetic little slut.”

Jaemin fucks you full for a second time. Cock seeping inside you like it’s meant to be there. Walls snuggly wrapping around him despite your protests. Daring to exhale a sigh of relief as he stuffs you full. Exhausted beyond belief you shiver a few more tears out with a nod.

“Cum in me.. alpha.. please” your cracking voice pleads. Dizzying need for Jaemin to fuck you full one more time taking over. His brows raise in ridicule biting his lower lip.

“Gonna give you what you really fucking want baby. For being such a good omega you earned it.” Jaemin goes hard. Shoving into your hole repeatedly at a frantic pace. Loads of cum drip down to your ass landing at your lower back. He fucks in too hard rendering you into a ball of shattered whimpers. “Your pussy can’t get enough of me. Milking my cock like you need it to survive baby. Fuck fuck, you’re so good.”

Johnny rolls over, arm sliding between your bodies. Tongue running up your wet heated cheek. Fingers tapping your swollen bundle of nerves adding further humiliation. Your lower half jumping up thrusting Jaemin’s length deep inside. Bulging at the space between where your stomach and mound meet.

“Fuck baby, that has to hurt.” Johnny pats the prodding skin meanly. A sadistic yet sweet smile spreading his cheeks. Nose shoving into your jaw reaching for your clit. He moves in time with Jaemin’s thrusting. Rolling you in circles fiercely under a firm touch. Your back arching forward shooting a scream up your dry throat. Neck falling back letting out a tormented scream. Johnny flicking your sensitive nub just right, too good always too good.

“Cum, come on baby cum.” He chants, lips brushing your jaw line. Teeth nibbling down your exposed neck. “Cum, cum.”

“Ohh fuck!” You pitifully wail. Jaemin fucking harder in response to your gripping heat. Palms slipping down the backs of your thighs pushing your knees to the bed. Hips bones snapping against your ass with every rough thrust. “No more!”

Tossing you head side to side you cry out loud. Walls squeezing and sucking him in your release. Wet cock seething in past your orgasm. Jaemin’s neck flexing, growling as his lips fold in. Teeth tightly clinking together. Hurdling impactful thrust down shoving you up Johnny’s bed.

“Fuck!” He falls over with one last thrust. Eyes scrunched up dropping his weight on your chest. Thighs falling around his hips. His heavy breaths hitting your shoulder near tears himself spurting out weak shots of cum deep inside. His face falls into your chest whimpering.

“Fuck.. fuck that was...” Jeno mumbles at your other side. Hand rubbing over his face lost to pleasure. Lingering high spinning his thoughts too fast to process. “Fuck. What the fuck.”

Johnny smiles lazily tickling fingers up and down your thigh. “We didn’t even cover the half of it baby. You’re nastier than I thought.”

Jaemin sighs finally catching his breath. Layering kisses up your neck muttering how good you did. Cock softening inside you satiating the painful ache. He sits up, slowly drawing out his length hissing. Face amazed gazing at his size covered in cum. With a lewd pop free, he holds you open admiring the way his load bubbles from your overused hole.

“Next time.”

a/n: this mess is not proofed sorry.

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