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mechaknight-98 · 1 month

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Abysswalker (NSFW) FT Han Chowon

Author’s note: due to scheduling constraints and production issues today’s release has been changed. Enjoy my piece mail fic.

Part I

Donny walks in front of the quiet cafe looking at it with a skeptical look. "Devilish Love Cafe," he says to himself. he turns to his phone before calling Nayoung, "So Chowon will be at this Cafe?"

"Yep, she meets her mom here every weekend so you should find her pretty easily," Nayoung answers. Dino sighs and enters. the dim lights and Hazy aura of the place give him a headache.

the lady at the counter smiles and says, "Welcome to Devilish Love Cafe, My name is Maya how may I help you,"

Donny smiled, and said, "Oh good you speak English I am looking for Chowon." The lady looks surprised and says,

"You aren't her usual appointment,"

as she spoke Donny began to have a sinking suspicion as to what "Cafe" was "Oh I'll go then," Maya smiled then said "No she probably could squeeze you in after her usual. Have a seat and she'll be right with you."

Donny against his better judgment stayed. As he sat his flight fatigue caught up with him and he dozed off.

he had been fighting sleeping as he had been having the same dream. visions of a sunken city a broken loom and a sword that could undo fate and fact." he woke up when he heard Chowon's voice.

"Remember Mark I won't be here next weekend as my boyfriend comes in today," Mark nodded and Donny looked up to see Chowon in a shawl with nothing but her bra and panties underneath. Granted she looked fantastic in them but Donny's brain finally made the connection and he felt such a depth of rage that his aura shifted the temperature of the room by 5 degrees lower. Chowon turned to Donny, and her eyes widened as she smiled. Donny's heart softened but he was still pissed.

" Oh hi babe it's good to see you," Chowon said. Donny smiled but she knew it was forced. he was wearing a mask hiding how he felt.

"Hi Chowon," he said, another red flag went off in Chowon's mind as he liked using Cho-oh, or Cho Cho, as his preferred nickname, "I didn't know you worked here," he said Chowon was worried as she noticed the third red flag his voice was maniacally happy in its tone.

Chowon approached and said, "What's wrong babe." as she went to touch his face he stepped back and at that time Semiramis popped out of her appointment. She smiled having satisfied herself for another week. She saw her daughter was talking to some random black boy and she noticed the affection in her gaze and tilted her head.

"Uh Daughter who is that, and why are you so close to him I thought you were going to keep this strictly as food and business," Semiramis said

hearing that Donny heard everything he needed to hear and began to walk out. He could feel his rage rising and needed some space to cool off.

Chowon smiled and said, "Oh Mom this is Donny." Semiramis's eyes widened. She expected more from the one who stole her daughter's heart, not some random American.

"Wait him really, but he's so..." Semiramis chose her words carefully, "Ordinary" At this point Donny was so done with everything that he just moved a bit faster. Chowon noticed and said

"Wait Donny, where are you going." Donny turned back trying not to yell or scream and another red flag went off for Chowon. his eyes did that frustrated squint he does when he's not trying to get emotionally caught up.

"Oh, you've got a lot of stuff going on here. I'll see you later" Donny said

Chowon grabbed him with a tight grip before saying, "But babe since you're here we could have a little fun," Chowon noticed Donny wince at her touch before walking out of the building and she tried to follow him out the building She realized his disappeared. into the crowd, somehow despite him being so tall and standing out. at this point, Sana walks out bubbly having finished her meal.

"Ah, Chowon-ah did you feel that aura that was just in here? it smelled so good," Sana said. Chowon nodded befuddled trying to figure out what she did wrong.

Donny goes to a batting cage trying to cool off as he tries to process his feelings.

"I thought we agreed that she would only feed from me," Donny said to himself as he hit a ball. It flew far from his range.

his rage only flared more as he unconsciously began speaking in Irish Gaelic and some other esoteric language,

"I love her and this is how she repays me. I.. I... Fuck. How would she feel if I was cavorting around with other idols? I bet she wouldn't like it," Dino asserts to himself as he talks to himself he feels a calming presence approach him.

"I take it you weren't expecting that," Nezzar says to Donny as he continues to keep nailing these balls.

Donny breathes heavily and feels a little better, "No not at all." he says.

Nezzar nods as he watches then says, "You know maybe you should talk to her about your discomfort instead of beating up these balls." Donny sighs and says,

"Fine" Donny finishes up his round of cages before heading to his phone and returning Chowon’s call.

“Hey Donny what's up?” she asks. She's surprised to hear the clink of baseball bats hitting balls in the background.

“Can we talk?” Donny asks

Chowon replies with an emphatic “Yes!” before jumping excitedly

Chowon cooed when Donny finally returned her call. They agreed to meet at a regular cafe this time to talk. She arrived in his favorite outfit of hers hoping to have a good time with him. When she saw him she smiled and tapped her feet happily before running towards him. Donny opens his arm for an embrace and Chowon smiles as she gets close for a hug. When she has him in her clutches she smiles, before looking up at him.

His arms felt like home, and for a moment everything else washed away. Donny’s heart melted seeing Chowon so happy. She was practically glowing.

“I don't want you to work at the Devilish Love Cafe anymore.” Donny blurted out. Chowon looked up at him and with her big curious eyes she said

“Why? I don't want to starve and it's a good way for me to feed when you're not around.” Donny looks into her eyes and sees a need in them, and he breaks

“I’ll move out here. I don't want anyone else touching you like that. You're mine and mine alone.” he says. Chowon’s heart races as she stares into his eyes. She sees hurt but also such deep affection and care for her that she can't help but kiss him. This kiss is chaste but Chowon’s fingers aren't. Her hands run wild over Donny’s body Donny moans a little into their kiss which causes Chowon’s heart to race. She needs him not for food but because he's hers. She breaks the kiss and whispers in his ear. “Meet me in the bathroom,” Donny smiles at her but something tells him now is a good time to tell her why he’s upset.

“You're insatiable but I love you so much,” he says

Chowon smiles feeling the love and warmth radiate off of him.

“Oh no, I'm not feeding off of you I need you inside me. You're mine after all.” Donny’s heart races but he keeps a cool head.

“Maybe I should punish you. Since you're mine as well but you have been wandering.” his tone was firm but smooth. It made Chowon so wet. Her head was dizzy and her eyes focused on his lips

“What if I found another succubus to feed,” Donny asks

Chowon’s eyes went red and she growled, “No you are mine”

Donny gives her a perplexed look and it finally dawns on Chowon why Donny is so upset.

“Oh Babe I'm so sorry,” she says her tone full of remorse and desire. "Let me make it up to you?"

"Right now?" Donny asked surprised

"Right now! Come on follow me." Chowon said as she led Donny to the restroom.

As they enter the bathroom Chowon shows her appreciation of Donny with an extremely sloppy kiss. Chowon made sure to swap as much spit with Donny as possible because she recently learned that Succubus sweat, saliva, and slick are all aphrodisiacs. Her tongue would wrestle with Donny's as he tried to establish some kind of baseline but she was so overpowering in terms of presence, and Donny was okay with it. When Chowon felt him straining through his pants under her she knew it was time. She began to lower herself down and undid his pants while she put her hair in a ponytail. Donny's head was hazy as she did so, but he was so ready and horny for his sexy and powerful girlfriend.

she smiled when she saw his rod almost poke her eye out as she pulled it out of his jeans.

"oh, you're so hard for me." She cooed before taking him into her mouth. Chowon moaned as she covered his shaft in her spit. Donny groaned as his head swam filled with nothing but thoughts about Chowon. She bobbed along his shaft as she took him in and out of her warm wet mouth. She moaned watching Donny lose his mind. She luridly wrapped her tongue around his cock knowing he was close.

“Gonna cum for me?” Chowon asks with a seductive smile. Donny nods quietly before exploding inside her mouth Chowon smiles and Coes, “Good boy” Donny smiles and gives her a big hug

“God I've missed you silly sexy thing,” Donny said, and Chowon smiled.

After their little incursion, Donny and Chowon head back to Devil Love Cafe so Chowon can resign. Chowon followed Maya into the back to sign some paperwork to make it official. while he waited he was surprised when Sana came out from behind the back. When Sana smelled the aura from earlier she raced out not to miss it. when she spotted Donny her eyes went wide.

"Hey there cutie. What brings you here?" she asks seductively. Donny shorts circuit because while he is a fan of Twice and knew Sana was stunning in person it was a whole entirely new level.

"Um I am here with my girlfriend whom I love very much" he stuttered.

Sana smiled. She loved younger boys who flustered easily it was so easy to rile them up and have them wrapped around her finger. She approached Donny tilted her head and said,

"Oh so does that mean you and her are adventurous?" she asked with extra emphasis on the "Adventurous" and as Sana moved closer she let her hand graze the forearm of Donny getting a small taste of his aura, and she was hooked. he was so filling and tasty. He tasted like a home-cooked meal her mom or dad would make when she was a child. Donny on his part set aside his being starstruck and slipped away from Sana saying,

"No my girlfriend worked here," he said.

Sana's eyes widened, "She worked here...when she had you. Why... is she neglecting you? Because if she is I'll take care of you." at this point, Chowon walked back out and watched the girl pester Donny. she chuckles watching Donny squirm for a bit as she knows he loves Twice.

"No, she's not neglecting me...I think I have been neglecting her." Donny wonders

"Ooh how," Sana asked as she snuck another touch and taste of his aura. it was so comforting, but also so filling like she barely had two tastes and she was almost stuffed, which was a new and intoxicating feeling for Sana's nearly insatiable appetite.

“I am in the States and she's out here, but I'm going to try to be with her more.”

Sana smiles and says, “Then I believe a trade can be made. If you let me feed on your aura a tiny bit. I'll teach you a spell that will transport you to her.”

“I don't know I'm very adamant and choose about who I intimate with.”

“Oh, we don't have to be intimate I can feed off hugs and PDA like so.” Sana gave Donny a big hug and began to feed. She was surprised at how her charm powers almost bounced off of Donny but when he relaxed and fed her her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His taste was so calming so peaceful so reminiscent of her home that she was over but his aura was overwhelming like she couldn't faze him. When she finished feeding her mind grew hazy and she said,

“Oh you're dangerous,” she says unstable

“I fed from and got no feedback that you felt it. It wasn't until I was stuffed that I knew I was taking from you.”

Donny for his part isn't affected by her magic but by Sana’s sweat he looks around for Chowon and when he finds her he approaches her with an intense lust in his eyes. She sees it and feels his aura burning bright too brightly as she can see it causing discomfort in him “Chowon I need you,”

Donny says and Chowon nods. She takes him behind into an open room where she strips. She gently pushes the moaning Donny onto the bed. He writhed as she felt and watched his aura increase. She watched terrified as it burned away his humanity for a second and his body started transforming and transcending, but she quickly stopped that by hopping on his cock.

“Babe if you can hear me. Feed me the excess,” Chowon says and Donny nods before thrusting into her pussy and feeding her this excessive aura energy. It's so filling for Chowon but it's too much for her she can't take it all but she can't let Donny just burn away his humanity. So she lets him ravage her pussy. As he does his aura wavers as he mounts her. Chowon’s wet folds drip as he thrusts into her. Chowon moans In ecstasy as she feels the aura subside but the pleasure remains. Donny takes charge for a bit as he pulls out before switching positions. Chowon smiles as he rams his hips into her.

Chowon’s ass ripple deliciously to Donny as he fucks her. The clap of their flesh hypnotized him leaving him why he would ever leave her. Chowon moaned as Donny went deeper into her, her pussy tightening around his rod as she felt him throbbing. As he thrust she began to rut into him as well before whispering Cum in me. The combination of her body and voice sent Donny over the edge. His rod expelled his seed inside her as Chowon moaned reaching her peak.

After that, they got dressed and Sana was waiting with a pout. Did you do all that just to tease me?” she asked

“Um, no Donny,” said flatly. “My powers and Aura can go wild sometimes and I have to dump it,” he explained. Chowon turned to him. She didn't know this was happening multiple times

“Wait Donny what do you do all the other times it flares?”

“Meditation mostly,”

Chowon looks at Donny concerned. “Babe if this has happened a lot why didn't you tell me?”

“I figured it would resolve itself on its own or I could feed you,” Donny says happily. Chowon beams but then concern takes hold again. As they walk out of the lobby

“No, we should learn why this is happening so you can better control it.”

Maya speaks up after hearing this, “Um old magic runs through his veins along with outsider magic. You can't control that it typically is just a part of a person,” Chowon and Donny look at her as Donny does he feels another wave of desire for Chowon that he stuffs down deep. Chowon feels this desire radiate off of Donny and smiles happily.

Sana pouts watching their lovey-dovey act.

So she grabs Donny and says

“Okay here is how you perform the spell. You think about someone you have a deep Bond with and this movement (she does a small gesture) and Sana pops away. Donny and Chown watch dumbfounded. Then he does the move thinking about Chowon and pops right next to her. Chowon looks at Donny and smiles.

“Oh this changes things,” she says Donny laughs as they walk out of the cafe.

The two arrive back at Donny’s hotel and when he closes the door they are all over each other.

“Bend over,” Donny demanded Chowon who was soaked as she found herself awakening a new side to herself

“Yes Daddy” she moaned “Does Daddy want my pussy or my ass?”

“I need to reclaim your pussy as mine by filling you with cum and fucking your brains out so all you remember is my cock.”Chowon moaned at Donny taking charge and said

“Oh yes please Daddy!” Chown said to Donny looking at him with big eyes entrenched in Desire.

It was at that point Donny realized she was saying Daddy instead of Donny and hesitated for a moment. He wasn't much of a fan of it but he'd address it later. He had a succubus to tame and claim.

He stroked his rod to full mast before smacking her heavenly rear. He leaned over into Chowon’s ear and whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Cho Cho.” Chowon moaned as Donny used her favorite of his nicknames before arching into his body. Her deadly curves coiled around Donny. Donny wrapped his big hands around her breasts as he slowly pushed into her pussy. Chowon growled possessively feeling Donny’s rod enter her as a different but no less familiar feeling of filling her abdomen. She moaned as Donny’s cock filled her even halfway.

“Ah fuck Daddy, I've missed your cock too much,” she said in between ragged breaths and deep moans. To punish her however Donny rapidly pulls out of her sodden cunt, Chowon calls into Donny as her succubus nature rises.

“Don-Don please don't tease me. I need you inside me. Explode in me, please.” Chowon begs. Now that she was ready Donny happily plunged back into her. He was unprepared for how tight she was despite how soft and plush the rest of Chowon was. Her pussy hungrily engulfed him and it took all his willpower not to cum in her there but Chowon was not having it. She did a sexy move with her ass that caused her pussy to massage Donny in just the right way that made him cum like a faucet,

“Oh fuck Chowon wait fuck,” Donny growled as his body gave Chowon exactly what she wants and he couldn't stop it was like she flipped a switch in him that compelled him to pump as much cum into her as possible. Instead of his orgasm decreasing she temporarily made it so he would stack using her succubus powers.

This pure lust-filled carnal fuck fest made Chowon’s succubus traits come out of her hips ass and breasts swelled as if ovulating. Her tail and ram horns appeared. The former immediately rammed down Donny’s throat as a more concentrated form of her aphrodisiac found in the rest of her body fluids filled his mouth. It tasted like vanilla ice cream as she wantonly forced it in him. Both of their minds go blank from arousal.

Donny’s hands latch on to Chowon’s hips as he repeatedly digs into her cavern with his cock

“Oh fuck!” is all Chowon can say with how deep he goes in and out of her. As her tail uncoils from around Donny’s neck he pulls Chowon up by her hair and watches her breasts heave and bounce with every thrust. Chowon is overwhelmed but euphoric. Her pussy begins to mold itself to Donny’s cock as it would be the only cock for her from then on.

“How could I ever give this up?” she moaned.

“Why would I ever risk this thick, meaty, cock not being mine and mine alone?” She growled as she grinded into Donny as neared her peak. She moaned and spun around before locking eyes and lips with him. She pushed Donny back as she rolled her hips into his. When she felt him twitch she knew he was there. She let go of the knot in her stomach and began screaming as her orgasm took her over. Donny watched his beautiful girlfriend spasm and quiver for a few minutes even after he finished in her. His orgasm was less expressive but not less powerful as they both lay down on the king-size bed together. They cuddled and fell asleep for a bit in each other’s arms.

When they woke up again the night was calm, with only the faint hum of the city outside their window. Inside the dimly lit room, Donny and Chowon lay curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and he found himself absentmindedly tracing circles on her horns. Chowon giggled at the sensation his touch was pleasant, careful but firm, and gave her a feeling she didn't know she could have an itch only he could scratch. It brought her closer to him, it made her wonder about him more so she asked a simple question.

Chowon nestled her head into his chest, sighing contentedly. "Donny," she murmured, her voice soft and curious, "you’ve told me a lot about your powers, but you never really said how you met Nezzar. How did it happen?"

Donny smiled, a mixture of nostalgia and fondness in his eyes. He tightened his arm around her and stared up at the ceiling as he began to recall the memory.

“It was a few years ago,” he started, his voice low and thoughtful. “I was going through a rough patch, feeling lost, like I didn’t know my place in the world. One day, I found myself wandering into this old, quiet park. A man was sitting at a weathered stone table, playing chess by himself. Something about him drew me in, so I walked over, and he invited me to play.”

Chowon lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with interest. “And that was Nezzar?”

“Yeah,” Donny nodded. “At the time, I didn’t know who he was. He looked just like an ordinary old man—gray hair, gentle smile, nothing special. But when I sat down across from him, there was this... aura, I guess, like he had seen and done things I couldn’t even begin to imagine.” Chowon smiled she assumed it was the same peaceful aura Donny held but avoided mentioning that for now and let him continue his story.

Donny paused, lost in the memory, and then continued. “We started playing, and I quickly realized he was incredibly good—like, no matter what move I made, he had an answer, a counter. It was like he was three steps ahead of me the whole time.”

Chowon smiled, imagining the scene. “Sounds intimidating.”

“It was,” Donny chuckled softly. “But it was also kind of... reassuring? Like he was teaching me something without saying a word. We played in silence for a while, until finally, he spoke up. He asked me what I thought was more important: winning or losing.”

Chowon shifted a little, settling more comfortably into his embrace. “What did you say?”

“I told him that winning is what matters,” Donny admitted. “I mean, that’s what I thought back then. But he just shook his head and said, ‘No, it’s not about winning or losing. It’s about maintaining balance. Every move you make should be in harmony with the game, not just an attempt to overpower your opponent.’”

Chowon’s eyes softened as she listened. “So, he was trying to teach you something deeper.”

Donny nodded. “Yeah. He explained that life is at times like a chess game—not just about dominating others or striving for victory, but about understanding the balance in every situation. He said that true strength comes from knowing when to push forward when to pull back when to act and when to wait. Everything in life, he said, should be about maintaining that balance.”

“Wise words,” Chowon whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

“They were,” Donny agreed, his tone reflective. “At the time, I didn’t fully understand it. But as the game went on, I started to see what he meant. Every piece on the board, every move I made, had consequences that rippled out. By the end of the game, I had lost, but I felt like I’d gained something much more important.”

Chowon looked up at him, her gaze filled with admiration. “That’s when you realized who he was?”

“Nope,” Donny said, his voice barely above a whisper. “As we packed up the board, he stood up, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, ‘Remember, Donny, in all things, seek balance. Your path won’t be easy, but if you keep this in mind, you’ll find your way.’ Then he smiled, and as he walked away, I felt this overwhelming sense of calm and purpose, like everything was going to be okay.”

Chowon cuddled closer, resting her head against his chest. “That’s beautiful, Donny. It’s like he gave you a compass to navigate your life.”

“Kinda, it's been more of me as a grounding point. It's a perspective to help me see just beyond my situation and venture deeper into the world” Donny murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “He did. And every time things get tough, I think back to that day in the park, to that game of chess, and I remember his words. They’ve guided me ever since.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of Donny’s story lingering in the air. Chowon smiled to herself, feeling grateful for the wisdom that had shaped the man she loved.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered.

“Anytime, Cho Cho,” Donny replied softly. “Anytime.” the two spend the rest of the night cuddling, ordering takeout, and enjoying each other’s company until it eventually becomes time to sleep they first start out spooning but move through several positions until both are radically splayed the bed one per side but still connected b various touch points.

Later in the night as the two lovers are entangled Donny wakes up with a furious erection. He's so hard it's painful. It's then that he notices that Chowon has been dousing him with her aphrodisiac. He would come to find out this is how succubus scent marks their partners and preferred prey, but it also makes said partner or prey dangerously horny especially if it's been for a consistent period of longer than 4 hours. No matter what Donny did his erection wouldn't go down though. Thinking about his grandma, thinking about his oaths thinking about how to beat his friend in the fighting game he just bought. He looked over to Chowon and sighed. Silently he began stroking himself hoping not to bother her while he looked over her body, but It didn't help his body seethed against his mind.

“Take her!” “Take her now!” “She did this to you!” his body seemed to scream at him with its refusal to take off the edge.

Donny’s body pushed him to lift her hips and resting thighs on top of his before he lines his cock with her pussy. As he was about to make the plunge he hesitated.

“I shouldn't be doing this,” he thought. Chowon moaned and her eyes snapped open. She looked at Donny with wide but lustful eyes. She could see the conflict in his eyes but also could feel his overwhelming lust for her. She noticed that her tail had instinctively wrapped around his chest and was blasting him with her mating liquid. She smiled and then said,

“Oh did I give you too much I thought you could handle it.” Chowon teased knowing he needed the extra push Donny buried his cock in her cunt. His thrusts were erratic and frenzied as he was less concerned about their mutual pleasure. Chowon understood and spouted encouraging words “Come on big boy give it to me.” she moaned. Donny groaned as he came in here again. His dick finally calmed down enough to sleep again

After they relieved the tension they both went back to sleep, but for Donny it was anything but restful.

The night sky over Seoul was suffocating, with clouds thick like ink, smothering the moon and stars. Donny, a man in his late twenties with unkempt hair and hollow eyes, wandered through the dimly lit streets, lost in a daze. Ever since he was a child, he'd been plagued by dreams—visions of impossible cities under blackened seas, creatures with too many eyes, and a darkness that seemed to breathe.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the dreams had bled into reality.

He could feel it, like a pressure building in his skull, a voice not his whispering in a language that should not be spoken. The air around him hummed with malevolent energy, and as he passed by a storefront window, he saw his reflection twist, warping into something grotesque—tentacles writhing where his mouth should be.

Panicked, Donny stumbled into a narrow alleyway, clutching his head as the whispers grew louder, now a cacophony of voices. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his vision blurring until all he could see was darkness.

Then, the darkness moved.

A shape emerged from the void, colossal and incomprehensible. It was as if the universe itself had torn open, revealing a churning mass of writhing tendrils, each one pulsating with an ancient, terrible power. And at the center of it all, a pair of eyes—green as the deepest ocean trench—focused on him.

The drowned one who sleeps: Donjiro...

The voice boomed inside his mind, resonating with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. It was not merely heard; it was felt, vibrating through every cell in his body.

The drowned one who sleeps: You bear the mark of the one called Donny. Through him, the blood of the ancient ones flows within you. But you are weak, hiding from the truth that festers within your soul.

Donjiro trembled, his heart pounding so hard it felt as though it would burst from his chest. He tried to speak, but his voice failed him, choked by the overwhelming presence of the Old One.

The drowned one who sleeps: You cannot escape the destiny that binds you to the abyss. Your time of slumber is over. Rise, and become what you were always meant to be.

Images flashed before Donjiro's eyes—visions of destruction, of worlds crumbling into dust, of seas boiling and skies torn asunder. And at the center of it all stood a figure—a figure that was both him and not him, bathed in darkness, wielding the power of the Old Ones like a god.

The drowned one who sleeps: Your rise is inevitable. Through him, the Old Ones shall awaken. Do not resist, Donjiro. Embrace the darkness. Embrace your true self.

As the voice faded, the world around Donjiro began to shift, the walls of the alleyway melting away, revealing a vast, otherworldly landscape—an endless ocean beneath a sky filled with alien stars.

And in that moment, Donjiro knew he was no longer in Korea, but in a place far beyond the reach of time and space. A place where the Old Ones waited for their return.

With trembling hands, Donjiro reached out to the darkness, feeling its power surge through him, filling the void within his soul. He could feel Donny's presence, distant yet intertwined with his own. The connection was undeniable, and so was the call.

The drowned one who sleeps: Rise…

Donny’s eyes snapped open, glowing with an eerie ghostly teal light. He rose to his feet, no longer weak, but very much afraid he could feel the power of the Old Ones coursing through his veins, awakening the ancient blood within him.

He was no longer just Donny. He was something more—something greater.

And as he stood there, bathed in the light of alien stars, he knew that he would not resist. He would rise, as the voice had commanded. And through him, he would fulfill his destiny, whether he wished to or not.

The time of awakening had come. As he falls asleep again he has no dreams this time. Compared to Chowon who had pleasant dreams about going on cute little dates with Donny.

The next morning Donny wakes up to the sound of Chowon showering. A naughty thought runs through his mind that he throttles instantly he's already done enough to her plus she has a variety show that she needs to get ready for. She finishes up and gets ready to leave. On her way out she embraces Donny. She puts her hand on his chest and feels the thing inside him nestled comfortably. She smiles.

“Good, you have been taking care of yourself. I'm glad you're at peace with all of you,” she said as Donny nodded. They smiled and kissed as she left. A few minutes later Donny decides to get ready. As he does there's a knock on his door.

Donny opens the door to see a blade pointed at him he closes it then puts shorts on and Donny follows Susano outside the room.

“Dude, what the fuck is your problem?” Donny yells.

The storm god looks at Donny with furious confusion,

“What do you mean? My daughter who I just learned about is out cavorting with some random horny paladin…I thought Paladins were supposed to be pious, and chaste. Especially ones of Nezzar.”

Donny pinched the brow of his nose.

“Are you fucking serious? Please like, be for real right now.

“You dare boy. I find out I have a daughter and I go to find her only to learn that she is entangled with the world’s worst paladin who can't keep it in his pants,”

“Okay A.) I didn't take an oath of chastity my path is one of moderation and balance. I can still love and marry in my path the latter of which I'm fully planning on doing with Chowon. B.) she is half succubus.” Donny shifts his tone from yelling to a more relaxed explaining tone, “Minus yesterday everything we have done has almost all been initiated by her and letting her run the show.”

Susanoo scowls at Donny before saying, “And why should I trust you?”

Donny sighs and casts a zone of truth on himself.

“I am deeply in love with your daughter and I would like to marry her someday. She is smart, silly, and has one of the most sexy bodies I have ever seen in my life. I only want more than the best for her and hope I can deliver her the world and more,” Donny says to Susanoo.

Susanoo stares at Donny with a scorned look trying to get a read on him but can't so he does the next best thing. He peeks at his aura.

“You're a monster?” Susanoo says terrified at the horrid amalgamation of God, Fomorian, and old one present in the young Paladin’s aura.

“Well now you're just being mean,” Donny said.

Susanoo unsheathes his sword. Donny sighs and summons the bone spear he made from killing a sea monster some time ago.

The first thing Donny does is enhance the magic and blocks the first three swipes of Susanoo then parries the lunge before clocking him with the butt of the spear.

Susanoo shoots a lightning bolt at him that arches and bounces off of Donny who sighs as he's just over it all.

“Wait,” Donny yells. Susanoo stops

“Can we talk this out like gentlemen?” Susanoo looks at Donny surprised.

“You a Fomorian, dhi, outsider hybrid want to talk out our differences?”

Donny nodded which astounded Susanoo“But why?”

“Because you are (I assume) my girlfriend’s dad and I don't want to hurt you. I have a weapon that' beaten primordials, titans, gods, and time itself.

Susanoo looked at Donny suspiciously, “and how do you know she's my daughter?” he asked.

Donny rolls his eyes as he groans annoyed.

“Dude come on! She has your hair, your eyes, and your face. Although hers is a bit rounder and softer.” Donny answers. He resists barely the urge to say “She has her mom’s sexy body god damn!” but only barely.

Susanoo nods then pauses “Okay let's talk.” he says as he sheaths his sword. Donny gives a thumbs up and then Susanoo asks him the following.

“Did my daughter ever mention me?” Donny nods as he recalls the story.

“The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow through the curtains of Donny’s apartment. We were lying in bed, the warmth of our bodies entwined under the covers. The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the steady rhythm of their breathing. My arm was draped around Chowon, my fingers gently tracing patterns on her back, as we lay in a comfortable silence.

Chowon stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting. After a moment, she sighed, breaking the quiet. "Can I tell you something, Donny?"

"Of course," I replied, my voice soft and reassuring at least I hope so. "You can tell me anything."

Chowon hesitated, searching for the right words. She had never spoken about this before, but with Donny, she felt safe—like she could finally let down the walls she had built around her heart.

"My mother... she was an elder succubus," Chowon began, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and bitterness. "She was powerful, beautiful, and knew exactly how to use her nature to get what she wanted. She always told me that love was just a tool—a means to an end. To her, relationships were transactions. She believed that our nature, as succubi, gave us the upper hand and that we should never let our guard down, never get too attached."

Confused I asked Chowon before she could continue he asked, “Um Cho Cho what is an elder succubus?”

“An elder Succubus is the equivalent of a goddess of lust they have risen from the smallest demon rank to the highest demon rank and can go toe with toe minor gods, and some major ones,”

With that explanation, I gave her the space to continue. I listened intently, my hands gently rubbing her back in silent support.

"She used to say that love makes you weak," Chowon continued, her voice growing quieter. "She'd tell me stories about how she could have any man she wanted, make them fall at her feet, and then discard them like they were nothing. But she also told me that letting someone in—really letting them in—was dangerous, because it meant giving them the power to hurt you."

Chowon paused, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I used to admire her strength, the way she could just walk away from anyone, never look back. But as I got older, I started to see the cracks in her armor. She was cold, distant... and she was lonely, even though she'd never admit it."

My heart ached for her. "What happened with your father?" I asked gently, sensing that this was a wound that still hadn't fully healed.

Chowon swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. "He loved her, I think, in his own way. But my mother... she pushed him away. She used her nature as a shield, an excuse to keep him at arm's length. Whenever things got too real, too close, she'd retreat behind that wall of hers. She'd tell him that she wasn't capable of love, that it wasn't in her nature. And eventually, he just... left."

The tears that Chowon had been holding back finally spilled over, and she turned her face into my chest, seeking comfort in my embrace. "He left, and she acted like it didn't matter. Like it was just another transaction that had run its course. But I could see it, Donny. I could see how much it hurt her. And that hurt her more because she had spent so long convincing herself that she didn't care."

I tightened my hold on her, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, Cho Cho," I whispered. "No one should have to go through that, especially not as a child."

Chowon sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I grew up thinking that was how love worked—that it was something to be controlled, manipulated, and discarded when it no longer served you. But when I met you... everything changed. You showed me that love doesn't have to be like that. It doesn't have to be a weapon or a weakness."

I gently tilted her chin up so she was looking into my eyes. "Love is about trust, about letting yourself be vulnerable, even when it’s scary. It's about being there for each other, no matter what."

Chowon nodded, her eyes searching mine. "I want to be that for you, Donny. I don’t want to be like my mother—cold, distant, always running away. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved. But... I’m scared. What if I end up like her? What if I push you away, too?"

I shook my head, my expression firm but full of love. "You’re not your mother, Chowon. You have the power to choose your own path, to break the cycle. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together, okay? No matter what, I’m here for you."

Chowon let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift from her chest. "Thank you, Donny. I don't know what I’d do without you."

"You don’t have to find out. You won't have to find out," I replied softly, pulling her close. "We’re in this together, Cho Cho. Always."

As Donny finished his story Susanoo noticed that he held a certain guardedness to him, around the point when Chowon said “I don't want to be like my mom.”

“She's slipped off the handle hasn't she,” Susanoo asks.

Donny nods but counters, “She was always going to. As soon as I wasn't with her consistently there was always the chance that she would veer, but I can't hate her for it because she's dealing with so much.”

Susanoo laughs, “You're a better man than me then.”

Donny chucked and responded, “I am not a better man than you. You had it right I am a monster, but not because of the thing swirling inside me. That can be removed and excised. What makes me trouble, what makes me the monster wholly and truly is how far I'll go for victory.”

The words spoken held an uncomfortable weight to them. Susanoo noticed this and said, “Well then you're perfect to take care of my daughter.” and with that, he disappeared. (he was going to watch Chowon’s variety show)

Donny nodded and finished getting ready before getting breakfast. As he was going to sit down a man with pale sunken eyes stared at him and took the seat across from him

“Donjiro Montaigne Bernard right?” the gaunt man says. Donny turns to the guy and stares into his gaunt eyes.

“Perfect well I believe our transaction is simple. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back.”

Donny had some idea and said, “Look boss I'm not giving up a part of my soul or Chowon up without a fight. Metaphorically for the latter literally for the former.”

The pale man’s eyes narrowed, “I want none of those things. I just want Excelsior.” Donny’s eyes widened

“Oh okay here you go,” Donny said as he handed over the charm. The pale man looked at Donny confused

“Really no fight?” he asked and Donny nodded. Before getting up to grab his food. He left to go meet Chowon who was finishing up her show.

Donny strides through the dimly lit streets, his thoughts focused on seeing Chowon. The city hums around him, but the anticipation of her performance is all that occupies his mind. Suddenly, he senses a shift in the air—an otherworldly presence that stops him dead in his tracks. Before he can react, Semiramis materializes before him, her beauty both ethereal and menacing.

“Donny,” she says, her voice like velvet, dripping with contempt. “We need to talk.”

He narrows his eyes, trying to gauge her intentions. “I’m on my way to see Chowon. Whatever you want to say can wait.”

“I insist,” Semiramis counters, her tone brooking no argument. She gestures to a nearby bench, the command in her voice leaving no room for refusal. “Sit.”

Reluctantly, Donny complies, though every fiber of his being itches to keep moving. He feels the weight of her gaze, cold and penetrating as if she’s dissecting his very soul.

“You're protective of her. That's good,” Semiramis begins, circling him like a predator. “But protection isn't enough. Tell me, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Donny meets her eyes, steeling himself. “I love her. I want to be with her, to build a life together.”

Semiramis lets out a low, mocking laugh. “Love. Such a fragile, fleeting thing. Do you think love is enough to keep her safe? To keep you safe?”

He doesn’t flinch. “It’s a start.”

Her expression hardens, and she steps closer, her presence overwhelming. “You really believe you're the man for her? Let’s review, shall we? Let’s talk about your so-called ‘noble’ intentions.”

Donny’s fists clench, but he remains silent.

Semiramis begins to circle him again, her voice laced with venom. “First, there was the skirmish with the rogue god, wasn't there? You had the chance to de-escalate, to talk him down. Instead, you chose violence—brutal, unnecessary violence—because you craved the thrill of battle, the rush of victory. You didn’t care about the lives at stake, just the glory. In the end, hundreds died for your battle lust to be satiated”

Donny's jaw tightens, barely able to contain the itch rising in the back of his skull. Semiramis smiles she can see the “Apex of Destruction” rising from his psyche. She just needed to push a little more

“Then there was that incident in the Underworld,” she continues, her eyes narrowing. “A delicate situation that required tact, diplomacy. But no, you couldn’t resist the temptation to flex your power, to show everyone just how strong you were. And what happened? A dozen souls lost because you couldn’t control your impulses.”

He grips the edge of the bench, his knuckles white. His hands start to tear and rip the metal as he tries to conjure some level of peace in his mind

“And let’s not forget the battle with the warlock, what was his name again? Oh right Damian,” Semiramis says, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You had him cornered, defeated. All he wanted was mercy. But no, that wasn't enough for you. You had to destroy him completely, to ensure no one would ever doubt your superiority. Ruthlessness at its finest.”

Donny loses it at this insinuation.

“How dare you bring him into this. He was killing people for fun how dare you say I wasn't justified in putting him down He was a rabid dog that needed to be put down!” Dony yelled and Semiramis smiled. There was the anger the righteous fury she had been told of. It all lies beneath the facade of kindness and goofiness.

Semiramis leans in, her face inches from his. Her voice is oddly seductive as if trying to push him into violence, “Personally I love a man who does what needs to be done but you. You take perverse glee in winning. You see this as some sort of contest that you must win, and you'll do anything to win won't you? So you play the role of conflicted paladin but I see what you really are. You think the problem is the monster inside you, don’t you? That’s what you tell yourself. But I see the truth. The monster isn't the problem. It’s your human heart, your insatiable thirst for praise, for glory, for conquest. You’ll do anything to win, no matter the cost, no matter who you hurt.”

He meets her gaze, defiance burning in his eyes. “You don’t know me.”

“Oh, but I do,” she retorts, her smile cruel. “You’re ruthless, Donny. Driven by your need to be the best, to stand above everyone else. You have as much disdain for others as I do and you're not even a god or elder succubus. That's why people hate you. That's why you are “compelled to violence” because the little boy is sad he's all alone with no one to care for him. it will destroy you. I won't let it destroy Chowon.”

He swallows, fighting the anger rising within him. She’s trying to provoke him, to push him to the edge. But he won’t give her the satisfaction.

“You think I don’t know my flaws?” he says, his voice low but steady. “You think I haven’t struggled with them every day of my life? I won’t let my desire for power hurt Chowon.”

Semiramis’s eyes flash with a mix of surprise and disdain. “You really believe that? You really believe you can change?”

“No, but I can be better I can tune my worst traits to be positive ones,” Donny replies, his resolve unshaken. “And I won’t stop until I’m the man she deserves.”

Semiramis straightens, her expression unreadable. For a moment, there’s silence between them, the tension thick in the air. Then, she speaks, her voice softer but still laced with warning.

“Perhaps,” she admits, almost grudgingly. “But if you ever hurt her, if you ever let that darkness inside you take over… I will make you regret it. And that’s not a threat, Donny. That’s a promise. Plus you won't just be dealing with me you'll be dealing with all of my forces and Chowon, and may I inform you that she is stronger than me right now.”

With that, she turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving Donny alone on the bench, his heart pounding but his resolve stronger than ever. He knows the road ahead won’t be easy, but for Chowon, he’ll walk it, no matter the cost.

Donny sits alone on the bench, the echo of Semiramis’s words still ringing in his ears. The alley is silent, save for the distant hum of the city. But inside his head, the storm is brewing. Her accusations, her taunts, they’ve stirred something deep within him—a conflict he’s fought to suppress for years.

He closes his eyes, trying to push them down, to focus on seeing Chowon. Instead, he’s dragged back into a memory he’d rather forget—a memory from his early days as a paladin of Nezzar.

The scene shifts to an ancient, crumbling temple, bathed in the dim light of a setting sun. Blood stains the ground, and the stench of death hangs heavy in the air. Donny stands over the lifeless body of the warlock, his chest heaving from exertion. His greatsword is still dripping with blood.

Nezzar, the god of justice, looms over him, his presence stern and disapproving. The divine being’s gaze is piercing, his voice like thunder.

“Why, Donny?” Nezzar’s voice is filled with disappointment. “He was defeated, beaten. You didn’t need to kill him.”

Donny’s face is emotionless, his eyes cold. He stares down at the warlock’s body with a detached indifference. “He’d just come back again to hurt us later. It was a matter of time. Better to end it here, now, and ensure he can never harm anyone again.”

Nezzar’s expression hardens. “That’s not for you to decide. You are a paladin of justice, not an executioner. Your role is to protect, to uphold the law—not to revel in bloodshed.”

But Donny feels nothing but a chilling and comforting sense of satisfaction. He had won, had eliminated a threat. That was all that mattered. “He was a danger. I stopped him. That’s justice.”

Nezzar shakes his head, his disappointment deepening. “This isn’t justice, Donjiro. It’s ruthlessness. It’s a path that will only lead to darkness. Remember why you became a paladin. Remember the ideals you swore to uphold.”

Donny doesn’t respond. He knows he should feel guilt, or at least regret, but all he feels is the comforting sense of this victory and vindication. All he could think was that he did what was Necessary.

The memory slams into Donny with the force of a tidal wave, knocking the breath from his lungs. He gasps, his hands trembling as he grips the bench. The itch, the violent urge that he’s fought to control, begins to crawl up his spine, whispering promises of power, of control, of victory. His aura changes from the warm and kind Magenta to the cold and abyssal eldritch teal.

His heart pounds in his chest, the blood roaring in his ears. Inside his head, a song begins to play—a relentless, pounding rhythm that only amplifies the desire for violence.

“Rent-free living in your head! rip they commented”

“I felt it when they said. They'll only ever love you if you're seeing red…”

His breath quickens, his vision blurring as the world around him starts to distort. The itch in his brain intensifies, and before he realizes what’s happening, his hand moves instinctively, reaching out.

Reality warps around him, and in his hand, a great sword of ostentatious cruelly beautiful design begins to materialize, its dark, twisted form reflecting his inner turmoil. The air around it ripples, reality-bending to the manifestation of his violent desires. The blade hums with a malevolent energy, feeding off his need for control, for dominance, for blood.

The urge to swing it, to let loose the pent-up rage and frustration, is almost overwhelming. But somewhere, deep inside, a voice—soft and gentle—calls out to him.

“It's okay,” Chowon reassured him

The thought of her pierces through the haze, cutting through the violent urges that threaten to consume him. He pictures her smile, her warmth, her unwavering belief in him. The weight of the sword in his hand grows heavier, more burdensome, as the memory of her grounds him, and pulls him back from the edge.

“She needs me.” he thinks

He forces himself to breathe, to focus on her, on the reason he’s here. Slowly, the song in his head begins to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sword, once a terrifying manifestation of his darker impulses, starts to dissolve, its energy dissipating as his will overcomes his desire for violence.

Donny exhales, the tension in his body easing. The reality around him stabilizes, the alley returning to its normal, mundane state. He stands, shaky but determined, and begins to walk again, this time with a clear mind and a focused heart.

He arrives at the variety show mostly back to normal. Chowon smiles when she sees him in the crowd. She notices this swirling intensity at the edge of his aura but to her, it's oddly comforting despite its violent intensity.

Her group is about to perform and (she won't admit this but it's true) having him there filled her confidence.

After the show, Chowon felt immense pressure and heat in her womb. She wasn't hungry yet as she was still full from feeding off of Donny earlier no this was a different feeling.

Chowon slips away from the bustling backstage area, her body trembling with an unfamiliar, intense heat. The sensation is unlike anything she’s experienced before, more overwhelming than the typical hunger she felt on occasion. She hurries into a secluded restroom, locking the door behind her. The heat is growing, not subsiding, and she can feel something powerful building within her.

She grips the sink, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the pressure in her womb intensifies, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her thoughts drift to Donny, the one person who grounds her, who makes her feel safe even amid this overwhelming transformation. She closes her eyes, focusing on him, on the calm he brings her.

As she concentrates on Donny, her magic, driven by her intense need, reaches out for him. In an instant, Donny is pulled from where he was sitting in the audience and teleported into the restroom with her. He blinks in surprise, taking in the sight of Chowon, her face flushed, her body trembling with the force of the change she’s undergoing.

“Chowon?” he asks, concern etched on his features as he steps closer.

“I… I didn’t mean to—” she begins, but her words are cut off as a sharp, intense sensation shoots through her lower back. She gasps, clutching at her sides as she feels something begins to emerge from just above her waistline.

Donny watches in awe as a pair of sleek, dark wings slowly unfurl from just above her hips, their appearance a physical manifestation of her full succubus maturity. The wings stretch out, curling slightly as they adjust to their new form. Despite the intensity of the transformation, her clothes remain intact, the wings sprouting from a place that avoids tearing through fabric.

Chowon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she adjusts to the new weight and sensation of her wings. She glances at Donny, who’s kneeling beside her now, his hand gently resting on her arm in a comforting gesture. That’s when she notices something on his left shoulder—a tattoo she hadn’t seen before, shaped like the Sultai rune.

She touches the tattoo lightly, curiosity mingling with the residual heat of her transformation. “What does this mean to you?” she asks, her voice soft but filled with genuine interest.

Donny looks down at the tattoo, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s from a game I like to play, Magic: The Gathering. The Sultai brood—there is a clan of people guided by power, ambition, and ambition. It’s a reminder that even my worst traits can be funneled and focused to help others, to protect the people I care about.”

Chowon nods, the warmth of his words soothing the lingering discomfort of her transformation. She feels a deep connection to him in this moment, not just because of the magic that brought him to her, but because he understands the struggle to reconcile power with purpose.

Donny’s hand squeezes hers gently, grounding her further. “We’ll figure this out together,” he assures her, his voice steady. “You’re not alone in this.”

With his presence calming her, Chowon takes a deep breath, her new wings settling against her back. The transformation is complete. She looks at him as the feeling in her womb curdled into lust. She needed Donny now. She needed to claim him as hers now once and forever. She lowered her pants and her panties as they clung to her wide hips she lifted her top so she could release her breasts enough to breathe.

Donny can't control himself as he fishes his cock out to fuck Chowon again. His cock penetrates her and something changes between them. Their souls connect. They link and they see each other for the first time. Their hearts also connect beating as one.

Chowon moans as Donny bottoms out inside of her completing the pair bonding ritual.

Donny feels his desire for her rise up as he slowly pulls out halfway before slamming his hips back in.

“God you're body is so sinful Cho Cho. I just want to take you away and make you my breeding sow. I just wanna spend all day keeping you safe and full of my kids. I wanna see your belly swell with the life we created and will guide.” Chowon moans as Donny’s cock and words hit her straight in her core.

“Oh fuck do you mean it?” she questions and Donny roughly palms her hips and ass before pounding her pussy.

“Please make me your breeding cow. I'll be good I swear. All this idol stuff I hate it. The people making assumptions about me cause of how I look. The comments about my weight. The lack of support from my company. Please just take me away and take care of me,” Chowon says as unspoken desires rise to the surface. Donny stops for a moment. He stares into her eyes and sees tears.

“Wait Cho, Cho what's going on?” Donny says as he retreats from her. Chowon begins sobbing in his arms.

“It's so hard being an idol. I work so hard. Everyone is so mean and I just can’t take it anymore. The diets, the comments, it’s all too much.” She says. Donny nods and then asks.

“How much longer till you can leave?”

“Six years.”

“Well, then what’s six years to the rest of our lives?” Chowon smiles at Donny’s words as she leans into his shoulder.

“Okay let’s get you back to your friends,” Donny said as he helped her up. Chowon smiled as she walked in front of him he slapped her ass and she looked back shocked.

“Now don’t start something you can’t finish,” Chowon said.

“Oh don’t worry,” Donny said with a malicious smile. “We will be finishing this later,” he adds

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you can miss it - mockingbird! au (platonic! hughes)

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summary: in which y/n wonders what life could've been like if her parents were better

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"how about your aunt from colarado?" you asked, going down the list of random hughes members you'd heard of.

"which aunt?" jack responded.

"the one that gifted ellen that green vase," you reminded him. "are we inviting her to the wedding?"

jack thought about it, "i mean, we can invite her. i don't think she'll come honestly. she's like my mom's something cousin, i can't remember."

"we'll at least invite her," you decided, jotting that down on the second list.

you and jack were sitting on the couch in the lake house, trying to get together the final guest list for your wedding. there were still a few months left, and most invites had even gone out. but with so few people coming from your side, there was still space for more of jack's relatives.

"do we have to invite her?" luke asked, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "she's always complaining and telling me to cut my hair."

"it's her or aunt griselda," quinn told him, leafing through the invites. "take your pic."

luke made a face, "neither is better, but i'll take the green vase lady."

you and jack shivered, remembering 'aunt griselda'. she was just some random neighbour or something who called herself the boys 'aunt', and often pinched their ears. she was not fun.

"wait, do you guys even know the green vase lady's name?" you asked the boys.

luke looked at jack, who looked at quinn, who tilted his head in thought.

"honestly, i have no idea," he realized. "we've always just called her aunt, or that one from colorado."

"well, i guess we're not inviting her," jack took the list from your hands and crossed out 'colorado aunt'.

you sighed, wondering what it would be like to have so many relatives that you didn't even know their names.

after cutting contact with your dad, your mom decided she didn't want to talk to you either. you had a feeling your mom was left no choice by your dad, but sometimes you wished she'd pick you over him.

if you had a better relationship with either of them, then you'd have someone to walk you down the aisle.

you loved jack and his family, truly. they were everything you didn't have growing up. but sometimes, you just wished you could've had that feeling of love your whole life.

you wished that your dad cared about you, that your mom tried harder for you, that they both loved you and showed it.

you dreamed of them being present on this big day, with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. you dreamed of your dad warning your husband not to hurt you, but then hugging you both and saying he wouldn't trust anyone else with his daughter.

you dreamed to have an uncle who was going to drink more than he should and then flirt with his wife, you dreamed to have cousins who'd be dancing even after the music was off, you dreamed to have little kids who'd hide in your dress and ask you not to leave with your husband.

they were such small things, but it seemed to hit you that you weren't going to have these moments.

all because your parents failed you growing up.

jack nudged you softly, "what's on your mind?"

you looked up, snapping out of it. "nothing."

it wasn't anything. you'd chosen to give up contact, and they'd chosen to pretend you don't exist anymore. you'd accepted that, and you were okay with them not being in your life.

"y/n, you've been a part of this family for years now, and you're going to legally become a part of this one in only a few months," quinn looked up. "even if it's stupid, you can tell us what's on your mind. i assure you, jack and luke have stupider things on their mind at any given moment."

you smiled as luke threw a pillow at quinn, ducking quickly to avoid retaliation.

"i was just being emotional," you shrugged. "like, growing up, i always thought my mom and dad would be here, on my wedding day. i didn't expect much from them, but i imagined them being there and being happy for me. i guess i always dreamed of our relationship becoming better by that point. but now... it's not like i want all of the stress again. it wasn't healthy and i don't regret cutting them out. i just, sometimes i wish they were better parents."

your voice grew soft at the end, but you realized how much better you'd gotten at communicating. before meeting the hughes, you'd often bottled everything up. you never spoke your mind, and you were forced to keep your opinions to yourself.

but now, you were proud at how well you'd explained your rambly thought process to the boys. you wished you'd had the love of parents growing up, but you didn't want them back in your life right now.

quinn smiled a little, tapping your hand in comfort.

"just because they weren't good to you, doesn't mean you're not allowed to wish they had been," he said.

"you're allowed to miss them," jack assured you. "you can miss them, and not want them in your life because of everything they did. there's nothing wrong with that."

"we're always going to support you, y/n/n," luke promised. "whatever you want, whatever you feel. we're here."

you smiled, wiping the corners of your eyes. "you're all so sweet and mushy, you're making me cry. oh god, i'm going to end up ruining my makeup on my wedding day because of you three."

"there's still months until that," luke waved it off. "we'll be sure to be even more sweet and mushy and get all the tears out before the wedding day."

"god, i love you three idiots."

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sxrrandomfanfics · 22 days

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RazLili Week 2024 Day 1 - Animals

Raz grabbed Lili's hand as Truman and Augustus were deep in conversation. "You two feel free to talk as long as you want!"

As he tugged on Lili's hand, she added: "Take your time! We'll be fine!"

Augustus smiled, "ah, young love."

Truman chuckled, "they think they're being subtle."

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"You still have those on?" Lili asked as Raz walked around only in his acrobatics outfit. The boots seemed fine when Raz did his acrobatic tricks, but stomping about the grounds seemed uncomfortable, given that they went up to his knees.

"You never know what's on the ground at a circus. Besides, stopping at my trailer might mean that we'll miss what I want to show you."

"And what's that?"

"It's a surprise." Raz squeezed Lili's hand as the two made their way over to what seemed to be a stall that horses would be in, but it was... very tall.

"Some secret horse? Like your sister's 'World's Smallest Pony'?"

"Uh. No. I'm still not allowed around Sugarcube." Raz shook his head. "Actually, this fine lady here is the opposite of a World's Smallest Pony." Raz then opened the door to the pen.

As Lili's eyes went up, her jaw dropped lower and lower. A large elephant, wearing purple jhul on her head and back raised her trunk.

The elephant was polite as she waved her trunk. Oh, Razputin has told me so much about you!

"Yup! Lili Zanotto, meet Naomi: The Crown Jewel of the Fildes Circus."

"Fildes? But I thought you were in the Aquato Family Circus."

"Yeah! Multiple small circuses usually work together to make these shows run." Raz waved his hand. "Anyways, I'm glad you two get to meet one another."

"Wait, so you just... talk about me to random animals?"

"Not random. Naomi was the first animal I ever really learned to talk to. Well, understand the emotions, if you're including proper Zoolepathy with Harold."

"... I thought you were just lying about having the elephant to have a badass line in front of Agent Nein."

"Nope! I uh... my family agreed to have me assist with Naomi after..."

"... after what?"

He pulled my tail. He used to be awfully rude.

"Raz? Rude?"

"I mean... I think I'm pretty rude."

"The rudest you got with me was staring at me. And the worst you called Bobby was 'hair boy.' You're not rude."

Naomi lifted her trunk with a laugh. Oh, the stories I could tell you about this young man.

Raz groaned, "please, my mom is enough." He looked back up at Naomi. "Does this mean we still can't try what I wanted to?"

Oh no. I'm still fine with it. Naomi turned around, showing she was still wearing the howdah that she had been wearing for the show.

Raz then got onto his Lev-bubble, and looked down to Lili, expecting her to do the same.

Lili understood, but then smirked. "What, not even going to help me up?"

Raz raised an eyebrow, then mirrored the smirk. He put on his best theatrical voice. "Oh, my apologies, princess. Let your knight assist you onto this glorious creature so that way we may galavant around the town."

Lili laughed, joyful that he would reciprocate, and took his hand. Up, they climbed onto the back of Naomi. Lili smiled, but gulped as well.

"Nervous?"

"Never been on an elephant before."

Don't worry. I'm perfectly calm.

Raz patted Lili on the shoulder, smoothly putting his arm around her after she realized which shoulder he patted. "We won't go too far on this. Just a quick little ride."

"Wait, we're going outside?"

"It would be more fun!"

"Do you have permission?"

"Well, I often like to think of asking for forgiveness is better than asking for permission."

Oh, he begged for permission.

Raz frowned, feeling less cool, but Lili smiled.

"Glad to know you're at least somewhat responsible now."

Raz pulled Lili in tighter, smiling.

#razliliweek2024 #raziliweek2024 #razlili #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #rali #true psychic geeks #rushed writing #psychonauts fanfiction #Raz/Lili

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viceroywrites · 8 months

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meeting ms. fischer (drabble)

[gary/21 x gn!reader]

[very loosely tied to my gary fic but can be read separately]

[you & gary started dating during blue morpho arc & went to hs together at one point]

[i gave gary's mom a random name since she isn't named in show]

i've been sitting on this drabble for the last three months and decided to post it cause why not. enjoy!

“If she makes you uncomfortable at all, you say the word and we’re out of there!” Gary says firmly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as you both pull into a residential area, having left the bustling city to a smaller suburban neighborhood.

“Gary, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s meeting your mom for heaven’s sake, not a Guild interrogation.” You chuckle, reaching over to place a soothing hand on Gary’s thigh and squeezing gently.

“I’ll take scaphism over this, any day.” Gary groans as he pulls into the driveway, glancing over at you, “You sure you want to do this? Because once you’re in there, my mom will talk your ear off, keep you prisoner.”

“Positive. Now let’s go.” You say with a grin and Gary sighs, unbuckling his seatbelt as he begrudgingly gets out of the car and unlocks the front door to his childhood home.

Being caught up in all the Blue Morpho drama when you first started dating, you and Gary both realized over dinner one night that he hadn’t let his mom know that he was dating let alone now had a significant other.

Needless to say, the moment he called her to let her know, she demanded that she needed to meet you as soon as possible.

An tan, energetic dog comes dashing towards the doorway the second Gary opens the door, immediately jumping on you with its tail wagging happily.

“Oh my god, Lady, no! Mooom, call the dog!” Gary yells out, gently tugging on the dog’s collar to get her off you.

“Gary, it’s fine!” You laugh as Lady happily licks at your hands as you try to pet the squirmy dog, “I didn’t even know you had a dog! How could you not tell me?”

“Technically, my mom got Lady after I moved out to become a henchman so she’s not really mine. She’s super friendly thankfully.” Gary sighed before wincing as he heard his mom’s voice calling from the kitchen.

“Gary, I told you to call me before you got here! I’m still making lunch for the two of you!”

“Mom, I said not to make anything! We had a late breakfast!” Gary groans, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see an older woman with the same shade of brown as Gary’s hair with slivers of gray showing through, hunched over the stove. She finally turns around, wiping her hands on a nearby kitchen towel as she sees you for the first time.

“Mom, this is my partner, [Your Name].” Gary introduces the two of you, squeezing your hand tightly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Fischer.” You say politely, extending your hand but blink as instead you’re wrapped in a warm embrace instead.

“Oh my god, no need to be so formal! Call me Irene!” Ms. Fischer teases before pulling away to look at you full on, her eyes assessing you up and down before they widen, “Wait a second, I remember you!”

Gary and you glance at each other confused before saying in unison, “You do?”

“Weren’t you two in the same little comic book club, Gary? Remember you had that meeting here when the school kicked you out for trespassing, thinking you were an adult. I told you they were cute, didn't I?”

“You remember that far back? That was before I even turned 15!”

“I’m not that old, Gary!”

After Gary begrudgingly agreed to split the lunch his mom had prepared for the both of you, the three of you were squeezed together on the couch with Ms. Fischer sitting in the middle, a worn-out photo album in her lap, showing you page after page of baby photos of the henchman.

“Mom, don’t show her that one!” Gary protests, his cheeks red as he attempts to snatch the photo of him as a toddler wearing just a diaper with a plastic sword and a paper crown on his head.

Irene’s reflexes are too quick for him, dodging his large hand as she places the photo into your hands. “I swear, I could never get him to take off that darn crown once we went to Medieval Times.”

You reach across her lap to give Gary’s hand a firm squeeze, grinning at the cute photo, “It’s okay, Gare. You were such an adorable kid,” Your hand reached up to squeeze his cheek playfully, “And you got even more adorable as you got older.”

Gary smiles warmly, pressing a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist. Irene looks between the two of you with a look of admiration before clearing her throat, “Gary, those comics that you got shipped to our house are piling up in your room! Can you please go grab them?”

“Now mom? I can do that later…” His voice trailed off when his mother gave him a stern look. “Alright, fine! I’m going!” Gary groans, getting up from the couch, heading to his old room in the basement of the Fischer home, leaving you alone with Mrs. Fischer.

“I swear, I don’t know where he gets his stubbornness from.” Irene sighs before placing the photo album on the coffee table and turning to face you. “I just wanted to get you alone for just a second to say thank you for looking after my Gare Bear. He’s such a sweetheart and I worry about him doing all that dangerous stuff.”

“Of course, there’s so much to love about him and I’ve always got his back.” You say which Irene beams at, bringing you into an embrace and squeezing you tightly before pulling away, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“And if he ever does something stupid, you call me and I’ll whip him into shape!” She says pointedly to which you hear a groan echoing from your boyfriend as he ascends up the stairs, a box full of comics in his arms.

“I heard that, mom!”

On the drive back to your shared apartment, Gary makes you pinky promise not to tell the Monarchs about his mom’s nickname for him.

“Of course… Gare Bear.”

“[Your Name]!”

#henchman 21 #gary fischer #henchman 21 x reader #venture bros #venture bros drabble #gary x reader #the venture brothers #venture brothers

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thebendsbyradiohead · 1 year

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lmao so it was pouring rain today in greece so i couldn’t do shit but play the sims 4 & in one of the expansion packs they have a dubrovnik-like city included among the options & a presumably croatian family called markovic with a mom, dad & a kid

i decided to throw in some drama so i hooked up the dad w this actress i created who already had a baby from another guy & had him impregnate her AND his fiancee so that on the day of the wedding they would get caught cheating & the wedding would be ruined. it rained & his fiancee gave birth right after from the stress it was very dramatic. she was going to keep him in the house for the kids’ sakes but he started a kitchen fire & that was the last straw for her

meanwhile she’s a working single mom of two kids & absolutely losing it so she starts to hook up with santa claus for stress relief & wouldn’t you know it, she gets pregnant! santa is a bit blasé abt the whole thing but now she has a teenager, a toddler, and another baby in the house that she has to manage herself! so i was like i gotta lock santa DOWN.

unfortunately, he’s into long distance low commitment gfs which i should’ve known since he only comes once a year. i move him in, force him to propose & everything is gucci. he gets the mom pregnant AGAIN (these are all on the first try btw this bitch is fertile) but this time the wedding goes swimmingly & in fact, the ex husband is the officiant since santa became good friends with him even tho the mom stjll hates his guts

meanwhile, during all of this child neglect between fucking santa, going to work, & feeding babies, the first child/daughter becomes a lesbian obsessed with vampires & on a rainy thundery night who knocks upon the door but vladislav klaus? obvi i can’t miss a chance like that so i invite him in & ask him to turn her! so now they got a carmilla in the house feeding on santa bc she hates that he replaced her dad

her brother has it WORSE though. not only is his name severin but his mom completely ditched him after he grew up to look after santa’s babies & now he’s displaying lack of emotional control & he even has an earring at age 8. no one in that family is beating the lgbt allegations. so even though he is a chess prodigy & always picks up after himself, nobody gives a shit bc he doesn’t have those aryan lapland genes that santa brought & his mom resents him for being poor southeast european trash

finally, santa’s kids, frederick & fiona frost, are getting all the cuddles & toys the other kids never did & will reign supreme over severin once i move out his sister into the vampiric lair & leave his sorry ass to be cinderela’d by santa & his mom. i bet he wishes he moved in with his deadbeat dad in his studio now

p.s. apparently in the sims even if u turn a teenager into a vampire they still keep growing so sadly i can’t create a claudia scenario but i’m kinda glad bc now i can realize my original plan of the daughter (tomi, the game named her that don’t @ me) fucking her dad’s baby mama that he left HER mama for, tying up this family tragedy in the most fucked up bow. fin

p.p.s OH and i forgot to add, when the mom had the first santa baby (heh) she was sooo exhausted she passed out & severin just LEFT the house as a toddler & walked all the way to some random beach to shit his pants there & then a lady on a bike hit him on the way home akclwndlwnc

#important to note is that tomi’s gf rn is a redhead & her dad’s baby mama is also a redhead #so that’s bonus fucked up points added #if you read this far ur a champ lol #lina laments.txt

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pain-suffering-even · 2 years

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headcanons: Goto Ryuji

content warning for mentions of alcoholism, domestic and child abuse, and murder

Quick headcanons -

Name: Goto Ryuji

Age: 32

Gender: Male

DOB/Place: April 8th, 2028 in Okinawa, Japan

Rank/Type: S Rank Fighter

Guild/Occupation: Draw Sword Guild Leader

Past Occupation(s):

Skills:

Weapons: Sword

Family: Hoshino Jun (brother in-law) (deceased)

Wakabayashi Anzu (mom) (alive)

Goto Isamu (dad) (alive)

Goto Fumiko (older sister) (deceased)

Hoshino Minoru (nephew) (alive)

Core headcanons -

Hidden talent: Pretty good at cooking

Favorite food: Crab legs

What motivates them: Minoru and the rest of his family,

Treasured possession: Any of the presents Minoru got for him (pots and pans, a fluffy blanket, a few cat themed things)

Deepest secret: He’s killed Minoru's father and hid the body and no one knows what happened to him

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: His family and his hunter family/His sister marrying that man

Random memories: Picking up Minoru in the pouring rain from his dad's house and the way he was clinging so tightly to him Goto had to let him keep his jacket, meeting Reiji for the first time and thinking he looks so edgy, watching an old lady feeding the cats in a nearby alley and doing the same when she stopped coming around, going out for a walk in the fields nearby with a friend and stargazing and realizing how he felt, going to his sisters baby shower and immediately picking up on husband's weird behavior when he caught him glaring at everyone behind their backs,

Best friend/Worst enemy: Hoshino Minoru/Nishimura Oniyuri, the founder and original leader of the Draw Sword Guild

Good/Bad traits: Practical, relaxed/Stubborn, literally suicidal, insensitive, possessive,

Things they’ve done/like to do: Cook his parents recipes, feed the neighborhood cats, help his parents out with various chores like picking vegetables, cleaning the dishes, setting the table, etc, collect various vinyl albums,

Personality type: “Virtuoso” ISTP-A (11% extraverted, 89% introverted; 26% intuitive, 74% observant; 69% thinking, 31% feeling; 33% judging, 67% prospecting; 71% assertive, 29% turbulent)

Nervous habit: Goto doesn’t get nervous (he gets infinitely more trigger happy), drinking,

Things they’re afraid of: Minoru losing faith/trust in him,

Things they want to accomplish: Befriending the pregnant neighborhood cat, getting the courage to teach Minoru some cooking recipes,

Additional headcanons -

He collects swords and also vinyls

He day drinks a lot

Has the patience for physical brain teaser puzzles, like Rubik cubes

He's a great cook but is too lazy to go out and get groceries so he just orders out a lot

His laugh is kinda obnoxious and he's quite self conscious of it

He really likes sunlight

He lives outside of the Draw Sword Guild dorms, partially because the house he got has such large windows that Ryuji absolutely loves

Really likes studio Ghibli movies and most old anime movies as well (Ponyo, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away, Akira, etc)

Their Timeline -

Age 12: his sister gets married + moves out

Age 13: announces child + Ryuji picks up on abuse happening + Minoru is born

7 years pass; sister breaks her leg + leaves her job + returns to japan

Age 20: finally gets to see sister and Minoru again

Age 21: ryuji is confirmed A rank (still can't decide - flip a coin decided for me)

3 years pass; Ryuji spends time with Minoru and his sister

Age 24: Ryuji joins the draw sword guild + upgraded to group leader

Age 25: sister gets diagnosed with cancer and eternal sleep

Age 26: Ryuji is upgraded to vice

Age 27: sister passed away in her sleep, Ryuji didn't get to say goodbye

Age 28: red gate incident + Nishimura Oniyuri dies + reawakening as S rank

Age 29: Minoru’s phone call + killing his dad

Age 30: Minoru is confirmed S rank

Age 31: Minoru joins the draw sword guild

Age 32: now

#tw // murder #tw // abuse #tw // alcoholism #tw // substance abuse #solo leveling #only i level up #fandom: solo leveling #head canons #goto ryuji #mentions of other characters #minoru hoshino #original characters #long post

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inkedmyths · 2 years

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S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]

#on the highway to superhell #sam is psychic or something. good for him! or sucks for him. whichever #obviously there's stuff to be said about the hypercompetent black lady trope but i do like missouri #john winchester looks like someone dragged him out of a dumpster

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yllowpages · 1 year

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[ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day

It's difficult to keep fighting off the tears. It was easier before, when the anger was all white hot and fresh as he was walking away from her. But watching him leave turned into seeing everyone else in the hallway staring at them — at her ( the senior-crowned ' bitch ' ) — ... and it was barely eight in the morning at that point. So even in the privacy of her own bedroom, she doesn't want to let herself cry. ( She just ... doesn't want to believe that he really got to her ... )

Shawna just keeps herself hunched over her desk, a half-eaten plate of dinner off to the side, while she absentmindedly scribbles random shapes and lines in the corner of her algebra homework. She keeps her head leaned into her palm, eyelids drooping. Somewhere in the background, the doorbell rings, but she doesn't move. ( Her mom will probably get it, or her dad ... ) She finally puts her pencil down, deciding she might as well give up — but only because it's Friday so she has more time to get the assignment done and won't have to turn it in late.

Just then, there's a knock at her bedroom door, to which she lazily responds, ❝ Come in. ❞ She has to assume it's her mother ( her dad always freezes up a little whenever he sees she's upset ; not because he doesn't care, he just ... has a less delicate hand ) , but the voice that says, ' Hey, your mom said you were up here, ' is most definitely not her mom and it makes her turn around in her chair. She just talked to Matthew on the phone like ... two hours ago, but apparently her insistence ' No, I'm totally fine! ' didn't convince him. Because here he is, with a couple sodas and a paper bag in his hand. And as sweet as it is ( as much as this wants to make her cry even more than what Matthew J. said this morning ) , she immediately feels guilty : ❝ Hey — but I thought Scotty Howe — isn't he doing a thing at his house tonight? You said you were going with the team. ❞

' Didn't really feel like it. ' She watches him set the drinks and the bag on her bed and then head over to her stereo to start going through her cassettes. Shawna holds onto the back of her desk chair and her brow furrows and she says, ❝ But — you love those parties. Like what if right now Scotty's trying to break into his neighbor's yard again to get all his frisbees back? ❞ She smiles a little bit, for the first time in hours, but it's when he adds, ' Eh, it's never as fun without you, ' that Shawna feels like she really might crack. ❝ Oh ... ❞ ( Matt picks a cassette and drops it in the tape deck on her stereo : Toto's ' IV ' . )

' Scotty's just going to get caught again anyway so that's why we are going to have our own party. ' He goes over to her bed and sits down ( he always makes himself right at home ) . He moves one of the sodas across the bed, in the direction of her desk, and then he opens the paper bag : donuts. Of course, he somehow found the one place in Hawkins that's still selling donuts at eight o' clock at night ... ' What's it going to be, pretty lady? Chocolate iced? Rainbow sprinkle? Vanilla creme? ' Shawna finally gets up from her desk and moves to the bed, crawling over the mattress to sit down nice and close to him. ❝ Duh — rainbow sprinkles, please and thank you, ❞ she responds with a more wholehearted smile. She takes the donut, wrapped in a napkin, from him, before they both sit back against the headboard.

Shawna rips pieces of the donut off to eat them, settling in right at his side. She's starting to feel better now — for the next few minutes they just sit and talk like they normally would. And she basically forgets all about one of the more popular seniors calling her a bitch in front of half the school. But it's still eating away at her, and, he must realize that, because he asks if she's okay ' after everything this morning ' . She folds up what little remains of her pink-frosted donut into the napkin and sets it carefully onto her bedspread. ❝ Yeah, ❞ is how she starts, but pretty quickly she's sniffing and her cheeks are hot — she finally cries. So Matt sets his snack aside as well and sits up a little straighter. ❝ No one's ever ... called me a bitch before, ❞ she confesses. ❝ And he's such an asshole, so I shouldn't care but ... ❞ She wipes her tears onto the back of her hand and her boyfriend puts an arm around her more securely. ' Well, you're not — but he definitely is. ' She laughs a little bit, leaning into him more and wiping away more tears.

She takes a breath lets her head rest against his shoulder for a few moments. She keeps playing the moment over in her head — everything Matthew Jenkins said, the look on his face, how angry he sounded ... She suddenly lifts back up so she can look him in the face. ❝ You know you're not braindead, right? ❞ she asks, earnestly. ( That's the part that still makes her angry ... ) Matt almost seems confused at how genuine the question is : ' Yeah, I know — but he definitely is. ' Shawna breaks into a smile with another laugh, the tears finally stopping.

@decimatlas / matthew s.

#decimatlas #decimatlas / matthew schreiber.#interaction / shawna sweeten.#this ended up being so long..................

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from-dre · 7 days

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For Three Days

Not long after my ninth birthday is when I first began hearing my father violently coughing up blood on a regular basis. Rarely did I hear anymore quiet that lasted longer than a few sparse minutes from the living room where he'd sleep alone in the fold-out bed. It'd been months since I last saw him in actual clothes as he now only wore different sets of the same bland pajamas my mom probably picked out for him in a few different colors. He'd probably never again wear a nice button-up shirt. What a non-issue that must be to a healthier man whose lungs weren't rotting of cancer. They probably wore very nice, really expensive shirts everyday, like my own dad used to do before he got sick. Now, he was on his way out. That much was obvious, even to me. So when one day after school, I opened my bedroom door to find my only aunt who I hadn't seen in years, standing there cheerfully humming to herself while cleaning up my toys for me, I should've put two and two together.

She stayed for the next six months. In three my dad would die in his sleep and it'd be her who'd hear the loud gasp in the middle of some random night, not realizing until morning it was actually his last living breath before his body finally gave up fighting. She stayed another three months afterwards to look after her now-widowed sister. I don't remember much from that period of my life. Since I was strategically sent away to live with distant relatives who owned a condo in Queens, it's not like I was around to make many memories anyway. If I try to think back now, it feels like lifetimes ago. All I can tap into is seeing a lot of black clothes and faint whimpering. It feels like the sounds of sobbing were never too far off. It's eerily ambiguous though.

Still, the days I was able to spend with my aunt seemed like miracles. Those were the only times during that period where I'd feel truly happy. Like a much-needed return to form for the younger me who laughed constantly as a child. I loved "Mamateta," and even though nobody knows why I gave her that nickname, I used it for years. She adored me and took every opportunity to prove it.

Though I left Romania when I was four, I retained many more memories of my aunt than anyone else. How she'd play with me when everyone else was too busy, or how she'd nurse the many cuts and scrapes I'd get on my elbows and knees—, these things must've left quite an impact on my single-child consciousness. I specifically remember an instance where the paper cut on my index finger was so deep that I wanted to burst into tears just looking at it. While cleaning it and putting on a bandaid, I remember my aunt saying, "it feels like there's a tiny little heartbeat inside your finger doesn't it?" I nodded. "I know sweetheart, I've had this happen to me before too."

This was her amazing charm. She was easy to talk to. Such a sweet, honest lady. Though she and my mother grew up side by side, they were different people. She took after their own mom, while mine walked in her father’s footprints out of pure admiration. They were sisters nonetheless. So when Mamateta was told that she had a tumor growing within her liver this past year, it was difficult knowing the treatment she'd get wasn't going to be the world's best by any means. As the months passed, her condition worsened and last Monday she fell into a coma. I heard the helplessness in my mother’s voice when she called to tell me. You try your best in these types of situations—, to console your loved ones and make sure they know that you'll be a rock-solid crutch for them during whatever may come. You try to think two steps ahead of whatever's currently happening, just in case. The spur-of- the-moment cross-Atlantic trips have to be every grieving family member's worst nightmare. Just the logistics of it all. And in their mental condition? Of course I was preparing to jump at any request my mom would make.

Life does its thing anyway though and so, 24 hours later, her sister—, whose real name is Rodica—, passed away.

My family isn't part of the ultra-wealthy in Romania. And because the country's still reeling from decades of deep corruption, the middle class is virtually non-existent. If you aren't part of the wealthy, you're part of the poor. And because what you do to one side of the equation, you have to do to the other, they're ultra-poor. It's a sad, sad thing.

Either way, my mom begins to explain the finer details of a traditional Romanian mourning process. It's not something I know anything about or ever witnessed in person. After the dearly departed are moved into the living room, they are generally laid down on the center table for viewing. For the next three days, while the men and other experienced woodworkers craft a coffin from scratch, the family serves non-stop coffee and treats to an army of mourners who will randomly pop in and out at all times of the day and night and next day and following night and so on. All this to a constant background flurry of crying, sobbing, sharing stories of precious memories, wails of disbelief, loud prayers, and who knows what else. It's a pure emotional rollercoaster, a dramatic play in so many scenes filled with neighbors from five villages over who you may have never met before, but who've heard the tragic news and wanted to come pay their respects. It's touching but definitely not something an outsider would feel immediately at home around.

"And is the body at least covered this entire time?," I ask my mom.

"No. For three days, they live alongside it."

"Seriously?"

"They have no other options. No ambulance comes and takes them away like they do here. Over there, you look after your own dead. And when the coffin is completed, they’ll place her inside and carry it out into the countryside to her burial plot in a procession through town."

As selfish as this next feeling was, I didn't want my mom to go. I didn't want her to be apart of it, not these days, not anymore. After so much, I wanted her to just be able to rest, not have to endure something of that magnitude. I can't imagine three hours of nonstop crying let alone three days. Somehow, the Universe seemed to hear my inner-hopes. Our entire family begged her to stay put, to stay home, that there was nothing more she could do. So instead of having to finalize last-minute plans of getting her from one continent to another, she was able to hop on an Amtrak and spend this past week here in Chicago with me. To recharge her batteries I guess. To just be able to find some mental quiet and emotional peace. Now, as I'm close to wrapping up this essay and seeing her off downtown at Union Station for her train back home, I'm sincerely trying to put myself in her shoes.

I'm sure losing a sibling you've spent a lifetime growing up with is a weird feeling to have to go through. To outlive them, to think that they could've done a bit more with their life if only they would've had more time. Maybe it makes someone think about their own mortality and where they've gotten in seeing their own personal dreams coming true. Maybe my mom’s running over all of these things in her mind to the point where there's nothing left to think about. Maybe. All I can try and do is my part as her only child, her only flesh and blood, to try and live the best life I can in her name. Time will tell how successful I'll be in doing that, but an even greater feeling though, is when we can think of our loved ones who aren't here with us any longer and not feel a bit of regret. To feel a warmth and be completely calmed by just the mere thought of their name. To feel a deep need to smile because that's what they would've wanted you to do. Like even when you want to just give in to the sadness for a second and purge yourself of tears, your body physically won't let you. A familiar presence fills your immediate space and a gentle touch directly on your heart that makes you involuntarily inhale much deeper than you have in a while. Those are the types of things I hope my mother can feel as she sits down at her window-seat and readies herself for a deep meditative trip into her inner-consciousness for the next seven or so hours.

Knowing the peace and tranquility she'll emerge on the other side of this experience with, how can anyone still harbor any doubt that our souls are indeed, things which don't adhere to either the human concept or limitations of "time?" That they transcend realms of possibility. That whenever there's even the smallest hint of real love, not even the giving up of one's own body and leaving it behind for greater vessels can break a bond between two sisters.

#essay #death #funeral #romania #family

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crab-instruments · 2 years

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The Crime Lord’s New Groove Part 3

Master <Part 2 Part 4>

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: You find that your boss, Silco, has been turned into a cat.

Warnings: Angst? In my warm up, sandbox fic? It's more likely than you think (mom issues)

a/n: we see Silco express more cat like behaviors

“Okay, so based on what I’ve translated from the various meows and other sounds, the lady requested to see you, she didn’t have an appointment—jury is still out on whether you actually take appointments or if you have a secretary—you had never seen her before, she didn’t say ‘I’m turning you into a cat’ BUT did say something! And you did not see her leave. I think with all of this information… we can… assume… she doesn’t like you.”

Silco let out an exasperated, long meow, followed by a few defeated meows.

“Look, I can’t just go around making accusations like ‘You turned my boss into a cat, change him back,’ right? It is also very difficult to understand you and you don’t make it easy with your little kitty threats, okay?”

He responded with angry, held out meows and yowls.

“Yeah, yeah, my mugs are very scared. Look, I’m not going to be able to figure this out until I eat dinner. I assume you still eat? I won’t even bother with cat food, I don’t have any.” You didn’t even bother to wait for a response from your boss, making your way to your meager kitchen and opening a cabinet.

Your heart dropped when you realized the only thing in there was two cans of sardines that you had been saving for dinner the next two days. Getting food wasn’t an option, you spent your last dollar on bribing the bouncer.

It wasn’t that Silco didn’t pay you enough, he paid well for an Undercity crime lord, it was that most of your money went to a loan shark, who held the debt of your good-for-nothing mother. Your mother gambled away all her money and put collateral on you without your knowledge. When she passed, the moneylender came to collect. You had considered going to Silco and discussing the issue, he had the power to do something about it, but you preferred to stay out of site. Owing one to Silco didn’t sound smart, either.

The crime lord probably knew, anyway, being the ‘Eye of Zaun’ and all.

You debated on splitting the food, but didn’t want to look weak in front of Silco. He could also get offended by the idea of splitting, or worse, that one of his employees was fiscally irresponsible. You resisted the urge to rub the frustration out on your face before putting a small plate on the counter and dumping the contents of the can on it. Pushing it towards Silco, you walked back to your bed and crouched, pulling out a random assortment of books.

Were they stolen from various residents in the building? Maybe, but no one could prove anything.

When Silco meowed curiously, you quickly improvised an excuse. “I um… had a thought… For you to turn into a cat, there had to be magic involved, yeah? I remembered I have a book I… borrowed… it had some stuff about magic. Worth a shot, right?”

You looked at the cat sitting regally on your counter to see if he bought the lie. He seemed to accept your answer and ate. Focused on finding something in the book, you didn’t notice how much time had passed nor hear Silco plunk down and wander over to where you sat on the floor. Silco called out with a few short meows but you were focused on the task so you wouldn’t think about food.

The next thing you knew, he had jumped up on the bed and started to tap you with a paw in the face, progressively getting harsher with the movements until you gave him the attention he desired.

“Good Janna, if you’re going to stay a cat for a while, we are going to cut your claws. What is it?”

Silco smugly meowed, as if that answered your question. When you still looked dumbfounded, Silco rolled his eye as best as he could for a cat before leaping off the bed and trotting a few short steps. He looked over his shoulder expectantly.

“Follow you, got it. Where exactly are we going in this tiny place?”

He led you back to the counter before vaulting his way up to the counter again. With a few purposeful taps, Silco pushed the plate towards you, only about half the fish eaten.

“Sorry I don’t have chefs, Silco, I guess I could try frying it if—”

The scruffy cat cut you off with a sharp meow, his little face annoyed. A few seconds of tense silence passed as before he huffed and carefully made his way toward you. Unceremoniously, Silco bonked his head on your arm and then looked at you in anticipation. Not fully understanding, you lifted your arm and watched as he sat back, observing your hand with wide eyes. You then placed it on his head and gave a few experimental scratches. At first, Silco responded with a harsh meow but he slowly accepted being pet for a minute. For a mean cat, he looked a little relaxed and at peace.

“Did we have to come all the way over here for you to request scratchies?”

That seemed to snap him out of the trance his was in. Silco maneuvered out from under you hand, lightly bit a finger to drag it close the plate. He sat back on his haunches and tapped your hand lightly with a paw a few times before placing it there, making sure it wasn’t going to leave this position. A second later, he was looking back at you impatiently.

You furrowed your brows. “The rest… is for me?”

Silco slowly closed his good eye and tilted his head in a half nod, like it took so much effort to get to this point.

“Are you sure?” When he responded with a rough meow that showed his sharp, little predator teeth, you gave a “okay, okay, I’m eating it.”

While you ate, you observed Silco scamper around, examining different corners of the tiny apartment. Even though he was scruffy, he was fairly fluffy, his tail up in the air flowing adorably. Still the aristocrat, even in as a cat. Eventually, Silco found a spot to watch you from, tail placed perfectly on his paws. He fought to keep his eyes open, wobbling in place a bit.

You mumbled, “tired kitty,” not even thinking about it. Silco meowed to refute such a lie, but yawned mid process. “Yeah, I thought so. I have some extra blankets I can make into a little cat bed for—” You turned your head back and Silco was already curling up in the middle of your bed. “Now, now wait a minute.” He’s a cat, so like this isn’t a ‘one bed’ scenario but he’s still… your boss. Sharing a bed would be weird, right? What were the fucking rules here? It wasn’t like you could sleep on the couch; you didn’t have one. “—I can make a little human bed on the floor for me, I guess.” You laid out some blankets, preparing to sleep on the cold floor.

A thud caught your attention. You looked back at the bed to find he had hopped down, understanding the situation and making a choice. “Ah, Silco… I mean you’re the boss, so it would make sense, even—” Silco gave two chirps, not willing to negotiate. “… Thank you, sir.”

When you finally got under the covers, lights out, you thought about what tomorrow would bring. “We should probably tell Sevika about this. She’s more competent than me, able to actually help you.” You rolled over to your side and sighed. “Sorry you got stuck with me, Silco.”

The cat didn’t respond, so quiet it was almost as if he wasn’t there at all. Everything was a dream.

A weight at the end of the bed interrupted your sleep process, shocking you from falling asleep. Your eyes shot open to meet Silco’s near your feet. The expression on his face was something more like a mask. He wanted it to say, ‘say anything and I’ll use this sharp, little claws to rip you to shreds.’ But there was also a question, like waiting for you to say you weren’t comfortable with this. You didn’t say anything, so he walked in a circle and kneaded at the blanket before plopping down against your shins. Silco closed his eye, the bad one glazed over.

You couldn’t fight the smile that came across your face after seeing the vicious, blood thirsty ‘King of Zaun’ so vulnerable and cozy.

Part 4

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The first night with my cat, Kazooie, went a little similar to this. She just looked at me like "I dare you to say something" and then curled up on my legs. She then proceeded to attack my toes.

My first cat, Dr. Gray, just yowled all night.

Kazooie in the position I described Silco in

#the crime lord's new groove #crab fics #silco x reader #silco x you #arcane silco #lol silco

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dr4cking · 3 years

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His Mother’s Garden.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | enemies to lovers

a/n : this is so random bye :”

"y/n, come down here for a minute, darling. i have something to tell you" y/n sighed slowly getting up from her lovely bed as she heard her mom called her to come downstairs.

"yes, mother?" her mom greeted y/n with a big smile while her father sitting on the couch, y/n feels like she was going to be interrogated, she grabbed a bottle of water and drink.

"sweetie go pack your stuff and dress nicely, we're going to stay at Malfoy Manor for 3 days." she felt as if her breath got taken away somewhere when she choked on the water, her mother worriedly run to her and smack her back.

"pardon me, mother. but i think i've misheard about what you just said" y/n's mother just chuckled at her daughter's reaction.

"no darling, you heard it right, we're going to stay at their place"

"but why so sudden, mother? you know i hate their son" y/n whines loudly thinking about how awkward it is to spend the day with the malfoys.

"well i met narcissa earlier in gringgots, its been so so long, you know we're very close when we were young, and your dad here is working at the ministry with lucius malfoy too, darling. so we really have to catch up" her mother explained it with her bubbly energy, she did tell y/n how she and narcissa were basically best friends in their time.

"but why do we have to literally stay there? we could've just hung out there and then go back home" y/n frowns, taking a seat beside her father.

"of course not, narcissa is the one who suggested the idea and it would be rude of me to reject it, now dont be a baby and do as i say its only for three days, honey. this is the end of the discussion or we're gonna be late" her mother cupped her cheeks smiling so wide and give her a little kiss on her right cheek before taking her hand and shoved her to go back to her room.

she goes to her room, started to packing while blabbering about her mother, she picked a pleated skirt and putting on a knit sweater, she put on a light makeup and grabbed her sneakers, she doesnt want to dress up so much because she didnt want to go in the first place.

she takes her bag with her going downstairs seeing her parents already waiting at the front door, she huffed.

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"ah, finally the (your surname)'s here! y/m/n, who is this lovely lady, is this y/n? oh my god, you've grown up" narcissa said as she hugs y/n after she hugged her mother greeting her family, y/n smiles and nod turning the gesture politely.

"lucius, draco! hurry, come here."

both of the platinum blonde-haired men appeared at the door, lucius greet y/n's father, giving y/n a small nod, but draco stayed behind his parents, just looking up and down at y/n smirking making her rolled her eyes at him.

the malfoys lead her family in, showing their room for their stay, the house elves taking their things. as y/n wanted to follow her parents, a hand grabbed her wrist stopping her steps.

she looks up only to meet the boy she loathed so much in their school. draco lucius malfoy.

"not so fast y/l/n" draco pulled her closer, a smirk still plastered on his lips.

"get your filthy hand off of me, ferret. i’m not in the mood." y/n snickered yanking her hand back.

"ooo, feisty. listen y/n, i just want to make a peace for awhile. at least can we try to be civil? i dont want to ruin our parent's moment, and besides that, you're staying in my house, i dont want it to be awkward." draco rubbed the back of his neck staring at her.

"ugh fine, whatever draco" y/n turns and run to follow her parents not wanting to talk to draco for any longer, leaving draco behind who just rolled his eyes at her behavior.

the day goes on so fast, their parents talked and chatted all day, leaving draco and y/n no choice but just to listened and joined their conversation, they both wonder if their parents ever get tired, as the night finally came, everyone already going to their rooms.

y/n wake up from her sleep groaning, she took a look at the clock, it was 2 am.

she rubbed her eyes, her throat feels so dry, she decided to go downstairs to grab a drink before going back to sleep.

"what are you doing at this hour, y/n?" y/n turns around from the refrigerator finding draco who stood behind her with his grey sweatpants. merlin's beard, he looks hot.

"cant you see im drinking, idiot"

y/n close the refrigerator and started to walk back to her room wanting to avoid draco as fast as she can but she only made three steps before draco pushed her against the refrigerator trapping her making y/n let out a squeal.

"you’ve got a big mouth, dont you sweet thing?" draco smirk seeing her flushed face, he pressed his body closer to her making her cheeks heated.

"d-draco i-"

"sshh, cat got your tongue now, hm?" draco rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip, tugging at it making y/n shivered at his touch.

"oh i see you like this, yeah?" draco leans into the crook of her neck, his hot breaths against her neck got y/n to rub her thighs together and draco placed his knee between them keeping her thighs apart.

he starts to pressed kisses along her neck causing her breath hitched, her panties are dampen when she takes a look at his lower part and his hard on brushed against her heat, she let out a soft moan and quickly pushed draco away from her.

"i- i should go" y/n runs to her room, cursing herself, draco behind her just chuckled deeply, satisfied at her reaction, but now he got some problem to take care of.

the next day came, y/n didnt get so much sleep after her last interaction with draco, just thinking about it makes a blush appeared on her cheeks, she threw away the thought of touching herself last night.

she quickly made her way to the bathroom and took a shower.

she just finished showering, putting on a bathrobe and letting off the towel on her head, but as she looked at the mirror, she screamed.

why is her hair green?!

only one name crossed her mind, she runs downstairs to get her target with anger bubbling up inside her.

"draco lucius malfoy! you better come back here! turn my fucking hair back to its color!" y/n yelled, running as fast as she can, catching draco who already ran away from her, without stopping his laughter.

"dont worry y/n, you look good with g-green" draco was panting heavily still laughing, he was still running but stopped at his mother's garden hiding behind it, hoping that y/n didnt catch him here. a smile never leaving his face.

but before draco could react more, he got tackled to the ground, y/n was hovering above him, her wand on his throat, threatening him.

she keeps talking but all he could think about was how hot y/n look on top of him, her new hair color still wet enough to drip the water down to his face, her top of the robe is low enough to show him her cleavage.

he quickly made his eyes back up to her, he would lie if he said this didnt turn him on.

"draco did you hear what i said? turn my hair color back!" y/n pushed his chest back down but her face redden as she realizes what was she doing right now, she quickly gets off of draco but only to be flipped over by him.

y/n was about to say something but got cut off by draco silencing her mouth with a kiss, he kissed her harshly, y/n was still in shock but not for long she melted into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, they're practically swallowing each other faces, tongues fighting over the dominance, moans coming off from their lips without breaking the kiss.

memories of last night coming back to their minds.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot. do you want this y/n?" draco said as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

"yes, yes please, draco" with that, draco attached his lips to her neck, sucking and biting making a mark of his.

y/n rolled her hips on his crotch grinding against him making him let out a soft grunt, he pulls away to admire his work and he goes to untie her robe but not before he asked her permission, she nodded vigorously.

draco untied her robe making her body fully exposed in front of him, he moaned softly at the view and his lips instantly latching onto her nipple sucking and pulling it between his teeth softly making the girl squirmed. his other hand grabbed her breast squeezing it, he was amazed at how her breast fit perfectly in his hand.

y/n tugged at his shirt signaling she wants it off, draco gets the hint and takes it off, she pulled his sweatpants down making his hard cock slapped up to his stomach. she whimpered at his size wondering if it gonna fits in her.

draco groaned at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock up and down, her thumb playing at his red swollen tip, precum already oozing out of it. he stopped her hand before he cums right there.

he spreads her legs wider making the perfect view of her glistening cunt in front of him, he licks his lip, started to kiss her thighs before going to her core making her body jolted out.

"draco.. please, do something" draco smirk, he loves how he gets y/n to beg him, she sounds so hot, begging suited her.

he licked up her slit before sucking on her clit, he moaned at her taste, sending vibrations to her body, y/n gripped his hair tightly moaning his name over and over again as draco's tongue thrusting in and out of her hole.

he then inserts two fingers in her and pumping them inside of her fast, curling them inside, his tongue still licking her cunt lapping up her juices, y/n already a moaning mess.

"yes! draco right there! right fucking there.. oh god im gonna-"

of course.

of course he pulled out, right before y/n could ever reach her high leaving her whining and glared at him in anger, draco chuckles looking at her face.

"stop being so fucking greedy, y/n. you only allowed to cum when my cock is buried deep inside you" draco pumps his cock tapping it against her cunt, lining his tip up and down at her clit, y/n gets impatient but draco pushed her hips down to stop her from moving.

he slowly pushed in his entire length inside her, both of them cant help but moaning each other’s name out loud, inch by inch filling her inside. draco stopped to let her adjust as he fully inside her. he wants her to feel every part of him. y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, nodding at him to move.

"god- you're so tight y/n, i cant barely move. do you know how long i've been wanting to have you under me" draco's breath tickling her neck as he buried his face on her neck, slowly picking up his pace as he thrusts in and out of her.

"yes- fuck.. harder draco i want it rough and fast, please" draco was shocked at how y/n think her tight little pussy could take him rough and fast, but he obeyed anyway.

he grabbed her legs, putting them on his shoulder and begin to thrusting harder, rough and fast like she wanted making her cried out at the angle.

"fuck! you're such a slut y/n, letting me fuck you senseless in my mother's garden, dont you scared at the thought of getting caught, hm? oh i bet you would love that, right?" y/n only could mutter a low 'yes' as draco keep pounding at inhumanly pace making her whole body shake.

"what is it? i cannot hear you, my little slut" draco gripped her throat with his hand, pressing their foreheads together as he stared deeply into her soul not even stopping his thrusts.

"y- yes draco im your slut, i'd love tha- g- god please.."

"stop stuttering." draco's hand move down to twirling her nipples in his fingers and pinch them lightly making her yelp.

"draco?"

draco and y/n stopped their activities for a minute, staring at each other in horror, draco smirk down at her while she stared at him in confusion.

he starts to move again, snapping his hips harder, making y/n gasped, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. draco was thankful that the bushes hiding their ungodly activities perfectly.

"yes, mother?" draco said casually as if nothing was happening right now, he quickens his thrust, going deeper and harder into her while a tear rolled down on y/n's face at the feeling of the knot in her stomach tighten and she had to hold her moans.

"what are you doing there, draco?" narcissa asked as she cant found her son anywhere, only hearing his voice.

"im doing some school stuff mother, i'll be quick and head inside" draco answers holding his moans between his words feeling he would cum any sooner, he hoped his mother take the hint and leave already.

like draco expected, narcissa gives him an 'okay' before going back inside the manor but not without the hesitation in her voice but she left anyway.

"fuck.. you almost got us caught y/n" draco chuckles as his hand left her mouth, a loud moan suddenly escaped her lips.

"you're insane draco, why didnt you s- stop- oh my god.. gonna cum"

y/n cried out she cant even finishing her sentence as draco brings his hand down on her clit, rubbing in circles, getting her closer to her high, his other hand going back to choking her, he leaned in to capture her lips to hold his own high, he wanted her to cum first.

and within seconds, y/n came undone, it hit her hard causing her legs to shake, her eyes screwed shut seeing the stars all she could remember was his name when she moaned it out loud.

draco look down at his cock covered with her juices milking him, he moaned loudly and with the last thrust he collapsed on her, spurting out all of his warm thick cum inside her, painting her walls white making the girl moaned too feeling so full.

he moaned her name into her ear sending butterflies to her stomach as he rides out their orgasms. draco pulled out slowly making y/n winced, their mixed liquids dripping down to their inner thighs.

"merlin. that was so fucking hot, y/n" draco said reconnecting their lips, kissing her with passion and emotion this time.

"that was more than being civil, draco" y/n laughs making draco join her laughter too. he starts to dressed himself back up.

"there i thought we were enemies" draco said as he cleaned her up and tying her bathrobe back.

"oh we are, i still hate you" y/n poked his cheek making draco laughed.

"didnt seem like it 5 minutes ago" draco said as he captures her lips on his again as he finished cleaning her.

"round 2 in my room tonight?" draco asks as he pulled away. y/n smirked at him.

"only if you turn my hair color back" and he pulls out his wand from his pocket and swished it turning her hair back to its natural color.

both of them heading back to the manor, feeling excited and new. they stopped at their parents already waiting for them to show up in the living room with a mix expressions worn on their faces making draco and y/n blushed madly.

"im glad we decided to stay." y/n's mother breaking the silence making the room filled with laughter.

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sacredsorceress · 3 years

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Know You Better || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother’s best friend, bucky, rescues you at the dance club and walks you home, but you both have feelings that are a bit more than friendly

a/n: i have been on such a 40s!bucky x rogers!reader kick i’m so sorry but i hope you enjoy! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.0k

warnings: attempted assault, fluff

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1940

Listening absentmindedly to the brunette seated beside him, Bucky took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes trained on you dancing across the room.

He wasn’t sure if you had seen him when you walked in, but he sure as hell did. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as soon as he caught you walking into the establishment with some of your friends, not even taking six steps into the building without some guy asking you to dance. Although he was there with his own date- a girl he had asked out at the diner yesterday- he regretted it as soon as he saw you in that other man’s arms and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

He hated it- thinking that way about you- he knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. You were Steve’s sister. There were thousands of eligible ladies in New York and he just had to have feelings for his best friend’s little sister.

He should have seen it coming- he had always had a soft spot for you- getting into fights any time someone looked at you the wrong way, making up lies about his sister begging him to ask you to braid her hair just so he could see you without Steve there, and even the simplest things like knowing he laughed harder when you were there laughing along with him.

As much as he hated it, he wasn’t the only one who had seen it either- his mom teasing him that one day he was gonna settle down and marry that Rogers girl, him having to slap his hand over his sister’s mouth because he just knew the little punk was gonna let it slip one day- he was undeniably soft for you with only you and Steve being none the wiser.

Watching as the guy rested his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him, Bucky began to feel his blood boil. Who did this guy think he was anyway? He didn’t deserve to hold you close like that. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know you the way that Bucky did.

As the band continued to drone on in the background, Bucky began to grow tired watching the sight of you two together and was ready to head home until he saw you shake your head adamantly and part from the man, making your way to the far corner of the dance club where the bathrooms were situated, the man you had just been dancing with following behind you.

As soon as you left his line of sight, Bucky put out the cigarette he had been smoking in the ash tray. Cutting off the brunette whose name he couldn’t even remember, he pulled out his wallet, leaving cash on the table before standing up.

“It’s been nice, doll.” He said. “But I’m gonna have to go.”

Without another word, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket, striding over to the back corner of the building.

Swinging open the door of the bathroom, you saw the man you had just been dancing with waiting right outside the door in the tiny hallway just off the main room.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, bumping into the man you had never caught the name of.

“One more dance?” He asked.

Shaking your head, you chuckled nervously trying to push past him. “No, sorry. I can’t.” You faux apologized. “My brother’s waiting for me at home and I don’t wanna worry him.”

Just as you attempted to move past him, he pushed you against the wall of the dimly lit hallway and grabbed your hands when you tried to shove him away. Struggling in his grasp you jolted backwards as his head made its way into the crook of your neck.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He whispered. “The night’s still young-”

“She said no.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind him.

Feeling a sense of relief wash over you, you took advantage of the man’s distraction and shoved him away from you, Bucky grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as he stumbled into him. Shoving him against the wall you watched as Bucky’s face came inches away from the man’s.

“Listen man.” The guy said throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked. “Didn’t look like that to me.”

“C’mon pal,” The guy chuckled nervously. “Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”

“Y/n?” You heard your brother’s best friend ask.

“Yeah?” You answered, standing up straighter.

“What do you think I should do with this guy?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself and checking the time on your wrist watch, you shrugged.

“I don’t know, Buck.” You sighed. “It’s getting late. Steve’s gonna wonder where the hell I am. I told him I was just goin’ to dinner.”

Heeding your words, Bucky pulled the man’s face closer to his.

“You got lucky this time.”

Once Bucky saw fear in the man’s eyes, he felt satisfied, throwing the man to the floor and watching as he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the hallway. Turning back to you, Bucky pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slipping one out.

“I could have handled that myself, ya know.” You said, still leaning against the wall.

Shaking his head, he scoffed slipping the cig into his mouth.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He said looking up at you, pulling a lighter from his other pocket. “You and your brother, Y/n... ya know... sometimes it would be nice to hear a ‘thank you’.”

You understood what he meant- Bucky was looking out for you just as he always had and as much as your pride hated to admit it- you were glad he had come to your rescue when he did.

Watching him bring the lighter to the cigarette that hung from his mouth, you shook your head.

“C’mon, Buck.” You groaned, snatching the lighter from his hand. “Those things will kill you.”

“There’s a war going on, doll.” He said plucking the lighter from your grasp. “I think a cig’s the least of my worries.”

Hearing the pet name slip from his mouth, you began to feel the heat rise to your face.

In all the time you had known James “Bucky” Barnes, you had heard him call dozens of girls that name, but never you. He had always called you by your name or teasing nicknames like “punk” or “kid”- never “doll”. That name was saved exclusively for girls you took on dates and kissed on the walk back to their apartments - not you.

But as he used the name on you for the first time, whether it was an accident or not, you felt butterflies floating in your stomach.

A part of you hated that you didn’t hate it and the other wished he would call you that again and again.

“James please.” You urged. “You know I hate the smell of those things.”

James.

As much as he loved his nickname, the sound of his first name falling from your lips was sweet as honey and so intimate he swore he would do whatever you asked when you said it.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he shoved it back in the pack and into his back pocket, pulling up his sleeve to check his watch.

“You’re right.” He said, clearing his throat. “It’s getting late. Let me walk you back home.”

Following him out of the hallway and into the main room, the sound of the band still playing in the background, you spotted the man Bucky had just thrown out speaking to what you assumed was one of his friends. Adverting your eyes from him, you instinctively moved closer to Bucky, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

Feeling your touch against his clothed skin, his heart skipped a beat as he pulled open the door of the club, both of you moving outside into the cool summer night air.

“Why were you here anyway?” You asked, walking alongside Bucky on the sidewalk. “You have a date or something?”

“Yeah.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

“But I wasn’t interested. I stopped listening to her story about her last date two minutes in.”

Just now realizing that you had been holding your breath, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, Buck.” You apologized half heartedly, a part of you glad that his date with another random girl he had just met didn’t work out.

“S’alright.” Bucky assured you. “There’s plenty of better girls in the city. I’m walkin’ with one of 'em right now.”

Glancing up at your brother’s best friend beside you, you met his eyes and smiled.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirtin’ with me, Barnes.”

Gazing down at you, your face highlighted by the dim glow of the streetlamp illuminating the sidewalk, his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say next. You had been consuming his thoughts for months- years even- that now as you tested the waters he couldn’t find the right words to speak next.

He couldn’t risk losing you, but as he admired you in the soft glow of the moon shining above the apartment buildings, he knew he couldn’t risk not having you either.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

Now the one speechless, you stared up at him, noticing the seriousness in his face- not a hint of his usual teasing smirk in sight.

Just as you opened your mouth, you watched as the light switched on in your apartment above.

Shoving Bucky against the wall of the building so he was out of sight, you looked up as the window opened and your brother’s head popped out.

“Y/n?” Steve asked. “That you?”

“Yeah!” You called. “I’ll be up in a second. I just gotta... fix my shoe.”

“Were you talkin’ to someone?” He asked, checking the sidewalk below you.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head. “I wasn’t talking to anyone. You’re hearing things- go back to bed before you wake up the block!”

With that you watched as your brother shrugged, moving himself back into the apartment, slamming the window shut. Emerging from the shadows, Bucky gestured towards the apartment.

“You’re lying to your brother now?” He asked. “You really don’t want to be seen with me that bad?”

Strolling towards him, you laughed.

“I love Steve, Buck, but sometimes he can be a bit too protective.” You said, grabbing the end of his tie. “I gotta go, but...”

Tugging on his tie, you pulled him towards you and when his face lined up with yours, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks for saving me, James.” You whispered in his ear.

As you dropped his tie from your hands, he stood up straighter, watching with wide eyes as you made your way back towards your apartment, throwing him one last glance over your shoulder with a smile before climbing up the steps and out of his sight.

Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, fearing that he was blushing so hard anyone could see it even in the darkness of night, he held his hand up to the spot on his face where you had just kissed him, leaning back against the wall.

Feeling his heart thump against his chest, he knew he was done for.

A part of him had always known that his mother was right- that he was gonna settle down one day and end up with the Rogers girl. As much as he had dismissed it, promising “Ma, she’s Steve’s sister. She’s my friend”, he knew better. As he stood there leaning against the brick wall of your apartment building on that cool summer night, a part of him knew- as he would recount to you on your wedding day- that it was the end of the string of new girls on dates every other night for him and the beginning of the rest of his life.

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