#the yearning is strong today! haha!!!

[skyward-floored]

I like rainy days, but what I don’t like are humid grey muggy days that aren’t really much in the way of days at all. Bleh.

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐲

Your puppy missed you while you were at work. Won’t you give your dog a bone(r)?

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 3.1k

pairing— soft!dom!gn!reader x puppy hybrid!sub!yuuta

cws/tags— hybrid sex, collaring ft. a leash, established relationship, doggystyle (m!bottom), butt stuff & pegging (reader wears a strap), strap is referred to as a dick lol, lube as lube, sweet n sloppy style, petnames (“good boy” & “puppy/pup”), praise, biting, implied masturbation/edging near the start, porn w/o plot, sketchy ending haha

After a long, tiring day, the anticipation of returning home to Yuuta was like a warm embrace wrapping around your weary body. Unbeknownst to you, he had spent his day off at home yearning for your presence. Little things, like how he had craved the sensation of waking up to find you nestled beside him, the warmth of your body radiating comfort, but couldn’t because you had left early for work. How he had wanted to make you breakfast because he had finally mastered your favourite; He longed to see that smile on your face, your eyes lighting up as you took that first bite, and to hear your sweet voice uttering his name, showering him with praise for his efforts.

But today, you hadn't been there to give him the gift of your presence, the sound of your laughter, or the touch of your hand. His day had been devoid of the delights that only you could bring, leaving him with an ache for your companionship. 

Until now.

The moment you stepped over the threshold of your shared home and shut the door, Yuuta's presence enveloped you. He came bolting over to you, his footsteps echoing with anticipation, and wrapped you up in his strong arms. His whole body trembled with excitement at the sight of you finally being home, and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of your skin and hair.

His soft, black ears perked up, attuned to the symphony of sounds that was your return, and his tail began to wag wildly, a metronome of happiness.

“Hey, puppy,” you laughed, your gentle voice soothing his excitement as you hugged him tightly. His exuberant welcome was a well-known part of your routine, and it never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Your dominant hand, with practised tenderness, wove its fingers into the tufts of his hair, savouring the softness as you gently petted the velvet fur of his ears. The tactile sensation of his warmth and the rhythmic movement of your fingers against him created a soothing connection that seemed to melt away the stress of the day.

You felt his lips pressing a series of wet, affectionate kisses up your neck as he continued to nuzzle you, each kiss sending tingles of pleasure through your body. His lips left a trail of warmth and desire in their wake.

"Why d’you leave for so long?" Yuuta whined against your skin between kisses, his voice a soft murmur. "I missed you," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of longing, his breath warm against your neck, making your heart flutter with tenderness.

"You know why. I had a shift, and I couldn't miss it," you said lightly, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

He whined once more, the sound a mix of desire, and he pressed several long, wet kisses against your neck. His lips left a trail of warmth and moisture, each kisses a sweet sensation that made your skin tingle. He sucked on the skin lightly, leaving a delicate mark that sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and then nuzzled it with affectionately. His nuzzles continued, as if he couldn't get close enough, his breath against your skin.

"But I missed you," he murmured, his words muffled against your skin, but their meaning clear in the way he clung to you, unwilling to let you go. The intensity of his longing filled the room; A plaintive refrain, a reminder of the emptiness he had felt in your absence.

You hummed, your lips curving into a knowing smile as you caught onto the double meaning of his words. Gently, you pulled back within his embrace to get a proper look at his face, and he whined, his expression a playful pout as he tried to pull you closer again. His dark, blue eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection, and his longing was palpable in the way he held you. 

But instead of focusing on the lovely baby pink collar he typically wore around his neck, you turned your glance downward to the leash that was dangling from it. He was brought to eye level by the gentle tug you made on the leash as your fingers curled around it.

With the hand that wasn't gripping the leash, you reached out and delicately twirled the silver heart-shaped pendant on his collar, allowing it to dangle before your eyes so you could admire its intricate details. On one side, the pendant spelt his name in a delicate cursive font, a personalized touch that made it uniquely his, that made him uniquely yours.

Turning it around, you examined the reverse side, where a thoughtful message was etched: "IF LOST, PLEASE PHONE XXX-XXX-XXX-XX," with your phone number elegantly inscribed beneath. The pendant wasn't just a piece of jewellery; it was insurance that if he ever strayed too far, he would always find his way back to you. Not that he ever had a reason to leave your side.

"You don't normally wear your leash around the house," you murmured, your voice a soft, affectionate tease. The atmosphere was charged, and you couldn't help but smile.

Yuuta licked his lips. His gaze locked onto yours with wide, desperate eyes. "Please," he pleaded, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I missed you. I need you."

You narrowed your eyes at him, a hint of suspicion dancing in your gaze. "What have you been doing all day?" Your voice held a teasing edge, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity.

He swallowed nervously, his face inching closer to yours, the proximity sending a surge of electricity between you. "Waiting for you to get back," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A brief moment of silence hung in the air before you pressed further, your tone coaxing. 

"And what else?"

He let out a shaky exhale, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink that matched his collar, his vulnerability adding to his allure. 

"Prepping for you," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I'm ready for you. I've been so good all day, just waiting for you." His words were a fervent plea, his anticipation laid bare, and the tension between you crackled like electricity.

Yuuta broke eye contact with you, his gaze darting around the room, his body language a mixture of anticipation and a hint of bashfulness. His tail continued to swish behind him, although now at a slower, more deliberate pace, betraying the depth of his arousal.

"You're prepped? You've been getting yourself all needy and ready for me?" Your voice was laced with a seductive curiosity, and you watched him closely, savouring the intimacy of the moment.

He nodded frantically, his eyes returning to meet yours, wide and filled with a mixture of desire and submission. 

"Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling with longing, "All for you." His words hung in the air. A promise.

You leaned in closer, tugging the leash gently but with purpose, so that his face was brought directly in front of yours, and he couldn't avoid your penetrating gaze any longer. The proximity sent a surge of heat through both of you, and he licked his lips again, his gaze darting to your mouth as you spoke, his anticipation palpable in every movement and breath. He gulped, his throat working visibly.

"And all that time, you didn't make yourself cum? Not even once?" you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper, your words carrying a promise of pleasure.

"Not once," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. The admission was a testament to his restraint and devotion, and it hung in the air, an unspoken invitation to treat the need that had been building throughout the day.

You beamed at him, a soft, affectionate laugh escaping quietly under your breath, and leaned in to nuzzle his neck tenderly. Your warm breath on his skin made him shiver and let out an involuntary whine, his desire and anticipation reaching new heights. You pressed a series of gentle, lingering kisses to his neck, each one a delight that sent ripples of pleasure through him.

"You've been such a good boy for me today," you whispered, your words a sweet, intimate confession of your appreciation. In this moment, the world outside faded away.

His highly attuned ears caught the faint sound of your voice, your praise washing over him like a gentle wave, and the simple phrase "good boy" all but made his knees buckle beneath him. Your words were a siren's call.

You continued to caress the soft fur of his black, puppy dog ears with your free hand, your touch both gentle and possessive. A secret smile played on your lips as you observed the way his breathing quickened and his body responded to your every touch, his chest heaving already.

Without leaving a moment to spare, you tightened your grip on the leash, the cool metal warming in your hand, and began walking through your home. A swift but gentle tug on the leash prompted a surprised yelp from Yuuta, who immediately understood your unspoken command.

He hurriedly fell into step behind you, walking to heel as he had been trained, his body responding with eagerness and obedience. He moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost mesmerizing, but in this moment, he embraced his role as your boy with enthusiasm.

"You've been so good that I think I'll just give you a T-R-E-A-T," you said playfully, spelling out the word with a crooked grin.

Yuuta laughed sheepishly, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I-I'm not an actual dog, y'know that, right? I can still spell."

You couldn't help but snicker at his response, your amusement dancing in your eyes. "Then why can I hear your tail swishing faster when I spelt 'treat'?" 

Your teasing was met with a soft, genuine laugh from him.

You led Yuuta to your bedroom, your heart skipping a beat when you saw that he had meticulously laid out everything you needed. A surprised but pleased gasp escaped your lips as you took in the sight: your strap with his favourite attachment was ready and waiting, along with all the necessary additions.

"You weren't exaggerating when you said you were waiting for me all day," you mused, your voice laced with admiration, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

You pointed to the bed and clicked your fingers, a command that he obeyed without hesitation. He immediately started stripping his clothes off, his movements a blend of desire and submission, before settling onto the bed, his body ready and eager for you.

As you stripped off your clothes, the air in the room seemed to crackle with anticipation. Your gaze snapped to the pink jewel of the plug that was snugly nestled inside his cute hole, catching the light and shimmering in the bedroom's soft illumination.

"Aw, puppy, you're so eager," you teased, your voice a sultry purr as you stalked over to the bed, your strap securely fastened. "You've been wearing it since I left?"

Yuuta blushed a marvellous shade of pink, far darker than the pastel of his collar or even the jewel on the plug, and he whined, his desire evident in every movement. He needily rubbed his thighs together, a silent plea for the touch he had been craving all day. 

His hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, a testament to the restraint you had taught him to exercise. He fought the urge to answer the call of his need, just as you had instructed him, but his imploring gaze met yours with those irresistibly puppy-dog eyes. His tail thumped rhythmically against the duvet of the bed, an expression of excitement that couldn't be contained, and his chest rose and fell quickly with each breath, the anticipation building to a fevered pitch.

You crawled across the bed towards him, moving with a slow and deliberate sensuality. Settling yourself between his thighs, you took hold of the plug that had been teasingly nestled inside him, and with a wicked grin, you began to withdraw it at an agonizingly slow pace. His response was immediate, a keening sound escaping his lips as he squirmed beneath your touch. The pleasure and anticipation danced in his eyes, mirroring the desires that flowed between you, and the room was filled with a heady lust.

"Aw, pup, you're so cute when you moan," you cooed sweetly, your voice a tantalizing contrast to the sensations you were causing him. As you tossed the plug to the side for the time being, you focused entirely on the intimate connection between you two.

Reaching for the bottle of lube he had thoughtfully laid out in advance, you drizzled a substantial amount over your fingers, ensuring no shortage of slickness. Your fingers then found their way to his needy hole, and he moaned, his shoulders drawing up to his ears, his back arching in response to the delicious sensations that rippled through him. The pads of your fingers began to work their magic, massaging and teasing his prostate, each movement a slow, deliberate tease that left him trembling with desire.

All the while, his aching dick had been left untouched by you, and it was painfully hard and flushed, dripping with pre-cum for your attention and touch.

"F-Feels so good… ah! Ah, fuck," Yuuta cried, his voice a desperate chorus of pleasure as he squirmed beneath your touch, the torment of your slow, deliberate movements driving him to the brink.

You laughed at him, a sultry and knowing sound that sent a shiver of anticipation through him. 

"I've been thinking about this all day, y'know," you purred, your voice heavy with desire. "Coming home and treating my puppy to what he deserves." 

After a little while longer, you removed your fingers, satisfied that Yuuta was thoroughly prepped and stretched. With a practised movement, you positioned Yuuta's body so that he was on all fours for you, his head and chest cushioned by the pillows. The sight before you was an alluring one—his strong body open and vulnerable, ready for your intimate touch.

You teased his hole with the head of your strap, the anticipation of what was to come causing Yuuta to let out a needy whimper. Your skilled hand came to massage the base of his tail where his soft, black fur transitioned into his pale skin, a delight that sent shivers down his spine. The world narrowed down to the two of you, the room filled with the sounds of your shared desire, the intoxicating scent of arousal.

You leaned your body over him, your presence all-encompassing, and without any further warning, you slammed your strap inside his pretty hole. Yuuta let out a noise between a scream and a moan, a symphony of pleasure and pain, as it filled him up all the way. His muscles under his fair skin quivered in response to the powerful thrust, his body yielding to your dominance.

"There's a good pup, taking me so well," you cooed, your voice a mixture of affection and desire, as you began to move at a steady pace inside him. 

Every thrust was a sensory overload for him, the intimate connection deepening with every movement, the room filled with the sounds of his desperate moans, and the wet, lewd noises that accompanied your movements as you thrust in and out of his ass, expertly hitting his prostate. 

“T-Thank you… You treat me so well,” he moaned before whimpering your name out again. 

Yuuta's ears were pressed flat against his head as he took you, his body responding instinctively to the forceful pistoning of your hips. Every movement was synchronized with yours, which left his body quivering with the effort to keep from collapsing completely at your touch.

He braced himself against the pillows, his moans muffled by the soft fabric as he bit down on them, seeking some form of release for the burning tension that coiled between his thighs and deep inside him. The room was filled with the sounds of his desperate cries, the scent of arousal, and the sensation of your bodies moving in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Don't be shy, pup. Tell me how good this dick feels," you laughed, your voice a sultry whisper, as you leaned down to press your chest against the bare, sweaty skin of his back. The intimate contact made him keen, his body responding to the sensation.

"Ah, f-feels so perfect… You're so, fuck, you're so… Ah, so good," he whimpered, his words a half-choked moan of pure ecstasy. 

The connection between you both was electric, and his desperate cries only added to the symphony of pleasure that filled the room. 

As you continued to thrust inside him, you smirked and unleashed a barrage of kisses and biting marks across his neck and shoulders. Each sensation sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through his body, and he couldn't hold back the scream of your name that tore from his throat. The pleasure was intense, building rapidly, and he was dangerously close to climaxing. The sensory overload was overwhelming, an all-encompassing ecstasy that left him gasping and heaving for breath as he came all over the sheets beneath you both, leaving a sticky mess.

"Good boy, making such a cute mess for me," you cooed into his ear, your voice a tender whisper filled with affection, as his body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. You continued to kiss his neck, the sensation of your lips against his skin offering a soothing contrast to the intensity of the climax he had just experienced at your hands.

"Mm… I'm your good boy," he mumbled into the sheets, his voice soft and content, his eyes drooping with post-orgasmic bliss as he looked over his shoulder at you.

"Yeah, you're my puppy, my sweet little thing," you murmured into his neck, your words a gentle caress against his skin. Your hands continued to massage his sensitive body, your touch both soothing and intimate.

Yuuta smiled sleepily at your praise, his tail wagging steadily and brushing its soft fur against you. Just like that, the room was filled with a sense of peace and satisfaction once again. That being said, it was only a matter of time before he needed you tomorrow after you came home from work, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that…

a/n: this is my first time ever properly writing a hybrid fic, so apologies if it's not up to scratch LOL. i hope you liked it though :3

this work belongs to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

[anundyingfidelity]

Hiya!

Just read your recent SB fics and I'm fucking hooked. Dark Ben is ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥. Can I request another Dark Soldier Boy and reader being in slave/master dynamics, please? 🥹

helloooo!! thank you so much, i'm glad to know that you liked it!! i tried my best for a dark!soldier boy haha. this is maybe the first time i write this type of master/slave dynamic and i'm mostly a sub so the reader is a sub too XD hope you enjoy this filthy thing !!

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PLAYTHING — Dark!Soldier Boy x female reader

Word count: 592 (these aren't 400 words drabbles anymore lmao).

Genre: dark smut.

Warnings: dark!soldier boy, master/slave dynamics, face-fucking, cum-play, cum swallow, hair pulling, finger-sucking, if you squint forced alcohol compsumtion, usage of word 'slut'.

Your throat hurts and you try to catch a breath from your nose as much as you’re allowed to. You shut your eyes closed, feeling his strong hands against your scalp, fingers tugging at your hair as you gag on his shaft over and over, while he’s using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

His cock throbs in your mouth, spit is running down your chin and you try to rub your thighs together, yearning for some friction between them. Your nipples are hard and stiff now, aching for release, but you know better to not touch yourself before he gives his permission to do so.

“Shit, you’re so fucking good with that mouth of yours, sweetcheeks,” he praises and follows a chain of dirty courses between his hitching breath.

You think he’s going to release down your throat but you’re so wrong. Soldier Boy forces your head back, his dick slipping out of you leaving a string of saliva connecting the tip of his veiny shaft with your swollen lips. His dark green gaze takes in the mess you are; on your knees between his legs, eyes lost in pleasure even if he hasn’t touched you yet, panting hard, showing up your bare body only with a pair of black stockings combined with high-waist suspenders that hugged your body perfectly.

Just how he loved to see you, his little plaything. So obedient, so eager to please him. His cock begins to twitch again.

“Fetch me another glass,” Soldier Boy orders, voice low and dark.

“Yes, master.”

He lets go of the grip on your hair and you stand up with wobbly legs to fill up his glass with the expensive bottle of liquor standing on the bar of his penthouse. When you come back, he trails his eyes over your figure and takes the glass as you kneel between his thighs. Innocent eyes draw back at him, he smirks, settling the glass on the carpeted floor by your side.

“Such a good pet,” Soldier Boy praises, his thumb now tugging at your lower lip. You open your mouth as a reflex and he shoves his index finger along too. You start sucking on them and he pushes further, making you gag around his fingers. “Ain’t even touching you yet and I know you’re soaking wet.”

You moan as an answer, mouth full of his digits. He pulls them out suddenly and forces your mouth to stay open with a hand, the other taking his hard cock to shove it down your throat again, this time fucking your wet cavern like a mad man looking for his release. It’s not too long until he spends his cum until it mixes with your spittle and runs down your chin, coating the base of his cock.

“Swallow,” he commands, staying still inside your mouth and you do as better as you can.

Once you’re allowed to breathe again you lick the remnants on his shaft, moaning at the salty taste of it. He forces you to stop suddenly and grabs the liquor glass again. Your aching jaw falls open thanks to his strong hand and he pours the scotch on your mouth. The taste smoothly burns as you swallow it all.

“Yeah, fucking take it all, my little slut,” he grunts, eyes on your flushed face. “You’ve been so good today. I might have to reward you.”

You whine pathetically, unable to look away from his lustful eyes. You’re basically begging to be fucked by now. And that he will, under his own terms.

[lovelypink2005]

OKAY SO TODAY'S UPDATE WAS SOMETHING—–

So lemme break this whole page down because I could never sleep without saying anything about it so spoiler alert for The Glass Scientists Chapter 15 Page 17‼️‼️‼️

So first of all, we need to apreciate how far these two, especially Lanyon, has become. From Robert's point of view, it was as if Jekyll is once again shutting himself down from "the shame. The fear", quoted by Lanyon, because it was just YESTERDAY that the whole exhibition day happened, the day it felt like everything changed, the day he was able to finally TALK to Jekyll and got him BACK. " But not this time. This time, i'm staying right here-" is such a STRONG WORDS. He's trying his best to get Henry back, to made up for all of those years, making up for the day he left him, assuring Henry that he won't leave him again, not this time, not after 15 years of yearning, thinking that it has been one sided, not when he just got him back.

AND THEN WE FINALLY GOT THE "I LOVE YOU" BOMB!!!!

THis one is surely a HUDGE character development, knowing that throughout these years, and throughout the whole comic, he had always been the type of huy to show his affections through action instead of words, hoe it "pains" him to say nice things to people, how it's hard for him to be open about his feelings, especially in PUBLIC. This is Lanyon at his moment of desperation, finally showing his love towards Henry with his words to win him once again, hoping that it'll get through him, hoping Jekyll would let him in once again, Knowing that's what Henry wanted. Honestly. And the fact that he seems like he would BREAK at any second if Jekyll did not respond at all, the face of a man holding back his tears perhaps....

And second of all, I'm sure we all collectively agreed that this was NOT Jekyll. The Jekyll we knew would lock himself out, he can't just see a meltdown as "haha it was silly so nevermind that! Just come in!" In the middle of a crisis he's him, when his body condition is absolutely UNSTABLE with the little things that could trigger any types of transformations. This is most definitely Hyde, especially Hekyll (Green-Eyed Jekyll/Hyde in Jekyll's body), and judging by how quickly Lanyon buys it, I'm pretty sure it was probably still Jekyll's voice, which makes me believe in "Hekyll is behind that door" possibility way more. What concerns Me the most is, what would Hyde want from this? What's his goal out of it?

Well, to me there could be 2 possibilities on what is going to be Hyde's intention.

From Chapter 14 Page 12 and 13, we got these panels where Hyde told Jekyll that Lanyon wanted him instead, wanted the "Doe-eyed sweetheart". In moments of desperation, he could be planning to win Lanyon, to " steal" him from Jekyll. This could ruin absolutely everything that Jekyll and Lanyon had done the other day. As much as I don't want this to happen, I am excited to see where this is going.

On the other hand, a few pages back, we know that Hyde was having his panic attack, wanting to go out, to get out, desperately wanting to run and hide. Jekyll had requested Frankenstein that whatever she heard do NOT open the door, knowing Hyde could take them elsewhere and got into yet another trouble, or getting themselves caught by the police or the angry mobs surrounding their society at the moment. If this was Hyde's intention, he could probably ran out immediately the moment Lanyon opens the door.

On the very last panel of today's update, we can see that Frankenstein was trying to somehow warn Lanyon. Her body language seemingly stiff, probably ready to do something to prevent Lanyon from opening the door, remembering what Jekyll told him, probably knowing that it doesn't sound like Jekyll at all. Or she could just be worried that Lanyon is going to found Jekyll in a middle of a transformation, which would be a disaster.

Hopefully Frankenstein could at least do something, although knowing Lanyon, he would probably insist into going in knowing that "Jekyll" allowed him to go in, saying that he's the one who's close to dear Henry, that they both had worked things out that if Jekyll allowed him to go, he won't let anyone stop him from doing so.

Overall I am just SO EXCITED AND NERVOUS FOR NEXT WEAKKDKDBXKDBXKDJ-💥💥💥

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Okay okay, so I’ve been thinking about a kind of reverse little mermaid situation with also a soulmate AU… Can I please request a Namor x fem!shy!human!reader where she’s on a cruise or traveling with friends on a boat, but she falls off the boat, into the waves. Namor is close enough to the surface that he sees this happen and for a reason unknown to even himself, he feels a strong connection to her and saves her and drops her off on the shore. She goes back to the beach looking for him after that, wanting to thank him before her vacation ends, but also feeling a strong connection to him, almost yearning for him. Their (soulmate) connection leads to her stumbling upon his cave, and the moment they lock eyes everything sets into place🥺🥺 Needless to say, Y/n’s vacation turns into her moving in with Namor, him giving her the ability to breathe underwater/also aging as slow as he does, and also her becoming his Queen + lots of love, kisses, and cuddles🥺 Namor being soft for his little human🥺

Haha this needs to be a fic on its own cause the storyline is amazing. Sorry for taking a while but I've tried my best at condescending it all into one chapter. Hopefully I've done it some justice

But here goes 💖

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He was on his regular patrol, everything was in place, nothing had breached their barriers. It relaxed him, for a minute he got to be who he was, he paddled lazily through the water, he owned these seas. He was it's caretaker but on the days he needed it the most, the water took care of him too. The night sky had blanketed the waters into darkness and in it he felt free. The faint touch of moonlight seeped through the soft waves. He had a lot on his mind. His pestering need to reach out to Wakanda, the fear for the future of his people and his burning wrath for the world above. But he lived in no fishbowl, the waves welcomed him as Namor swam through, his heart being pulled towards a point in the middle of nowhere. Curiosity got the better of him. Instead of moving away, he drew closer. But even though the moon dimmed it's light, he could make out the shape of the element that sat there. A ship, his nostrils flared, this was a nuisance he could not stop. He kept away from these vessels. They only brought danger. He turned to go, angered that his heart had tricked him when he heard a splash.

Angelic, it was an entity draped in white that fell into the dark. The fabric fluttering like wings when he came to realize it was a woman. Your face frozen in a stillness it was almost like you were asleep. He did not involve himself in these matters. This was outside his control but that faint tug in his heart was back and it was telling him to save you. He looked at the ship above that had sailed a few feet away without a care as though you meant nothing. They left her behind. He heard his sister's voice in his head,

why do you tamper with things beyond your reach?

Because he was part merman, like the fables, he had an inkling towards treasure and one was sinking right before his eyes. So he reached for you, your face ethereal almost as if you were a mermaid who had been lost to the surface.

He emerged gently, his wings fluttering softly, as the warm beach sands heralded his entry. He carried you in his arms, his eyes unable to look at anything else, his mind racing with questions. But he needed to leave and you could not know of his presence. His eyes fell to your lips and wondered how his name might sound if you said it.

Delirious. All these years being a lonely god had made him mad. He placed you near a cove, sure enough the when the morning came someone would find you. Turning to see the sky becoming lighter meant he had to leave, anytime now and you will awake from the sleep her had put you in. But there it was again, that need to linger and even though Namora's words rang caution in his ears. Today he felt fearless and that was rare to come by. He drew closer, to memorize your face, pushing away the strand of you hair to see the soft rise and fall of your cheek.

Would it be an offense if he stole a kiss?

The ruler of the seas committing a crime for a woman he had met only a few hours ago?

He shook his head, a soft laugh breaking through, he was delusional, he had access to everything, the needs of a nation he had to fulfill and this was what he wanted to create chaos for?

The soft light of dawn touched your face and he couldn't help himself, how his body fell towards yours, how his lips craved the warmth of your skin as they touched your forehead. But as he drew back, your brown eyes found his and he froze. Locked in this moment with the chocolate myrrh of your eyes only tipping him further. He wanted to take you back to Talokan with him. But it was his instinct to take and you weren't his. He hardly knew your name.

So half heartedly, he waved a vial beneath your nose but it struck him when he felt your fingers trail his cheek.

"I've seen you before.", you mumbled and his eyes widened. Fear clutching his throat. The sleep potion was kicking in when your eyes fluttered to a close.

"in my dreams.", you said finally as you fell back into sleep

His heart stopped for a second. A car drove past and fear jolted him to go back to the waves that called to him as though he was running out of time. So he walked away restlessly and dove into the cold waters, you knew who he was and he had kissed your face giving into his impulse. Unusual, he thought.

But the feeling of your fingers on his cheek, he craved it and he didn't crave for many things, that was the price of a long existence. His heart did have an inclination towards the mystical and you were now a part of it. As he waded into the depths, he thought of a sign.

If he visited the shores tonight and if you were there, then it was true, this was magic.

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Tha man in your dreams, so was real, or maybe it was just another vision. The side of your head throbbed in pain. It was one of those headaches again, ever since your engagement, these had begun to occur. As though you were making a mistake, as though you were meant for more. But instead of taking heed to these 'dreams', you chose to brush it away. Leading to this, mess.

Your heart sank, coming to the revelation that no one in the cruise had searched for you, after all it was your own wedding. The bride going missing should have caused for chaos. Or may be there was an upheaval and you weren't there to witness it. The twist however, was the comfort with which you walked along the shoreline now. You were free. You could start a new life or do whatever you wanted because by some turn of fate you had escaped. He had helped you, whoever he was.

The ticket was booked and you could go home tomorrow, and yet you were here as though your heart belonged to the sea. It felt like home, the sound of rushing waves and the smell of salt. You look at your feet to watch the sea foam recede to pick up a piece of sea glass that caught your attention. But when you looked up, there he was.

In front of you. Solid and beautiful. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race. It was a vision just like the many you had before. You step closer and his eyes followed you with the same curiosity you felt. The day had been too much to bear and all you wanted was to feel loved and so you rested your head on his chest. His skin cold to the touch but your contact had caused him to turn warm. He stiffened but didn't move away. You slipped your hands around him and stayed in this embrace to sigh with content, the night can take you, the sleep will wash over you any moment and you'll forget about this in the morning.

But you still stood there when you felt his arms encircle you. It felt nice. Maybe you could stay in this dreamscape for a little while longer.

"These dreams have turned cruel.", you speak into the crook of his neck.

"Have they?", he responded. That was a first. He had never spoken in your dreams before. His voice was like the sea, maybe it was him who had been calling you all this while

"Yes.", you whisper to look up at him. Breathtaking. He was too magnificent to be a living being, you thought.

"How so?", he questioned and you thought about it.

What did you have to lose? Nothing.

"They offer me my desire only for it to not be real.", you spoke as your fingers traced his cheek again to slowly hold the side of his face. He inhaled sharply, his eyes now dark as though he was mesmerized.

What did you have to lose?

You edged closer and kissed him.

Nothing.

It struck you, this was where you belonged. This was where it had lead you. His lips soft against yours and just when you thought this was a hopeless cause, when you parted to move away, he didn't let go. He kissed you like he needed air and you needed the ocean to fill the very being of your soul. It was a cruel way to feel alive, all this will be ripped away when you wake up.

When he broke away, his chest was heaving, his lips lush, his eyes glistening with life. You were still here. Confused, you turn to look around when it started to feel real.

His warmth seeping into your body. His breath soft against your skin. This was no dream. The truth shook you, your fingers rushing to touch your lips, your eyes snapping to see his.

This was real.

Even before you could react, there were voices behind you.

"You there, this is a private beach. No trespassers allowed.", They yelled and you heard him click his tongue in irritation.

You had to run, but where?

His hand held onto your wrist. A question in his eyes.

You hardly knew him but the steady rhythm of your heart made it easy to trust him.

There was no home to return to or nowhere else to go now.

You wrapped your fingers around his, picked up the trail of your dress with the other to run down the shore and disappeared beneath the waves with him.

It was a new beginning.

[candyk0rn]

Good evening, my darling, ma chérie!~

Seeing that your requests are open, I just had to passer par!~ If I may request the darling first years (if you're open to people requesting them(If not then just the Scarabia dorm <3)) reacting to a GN!Reader asking to break up. (I am in an angsty mood today!~)

Remember to take care of yourself, my darling Queen, and take plenty of breaks. Je t'aime!~♡♡

Hello my dear hunstman! I haven’t written angst much, so I’m rather happy you have asked for this! The last angst I did was in fact my very first TWST fanfic, and that kind of spread the flame for me! (੭ु˶˭̵̴⃙⃚⃘᷄ᗢ˭̴̵⃙⃚⃘᷅˶)੭ु⁾⁾~❣I hope I don’t disappoint!

Gender neutral reader! (Per usual + request!)

First Years with reader who is asking to break up

(First years include: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek.)

Ace:

Denial.

Even if you had been throwing hints or trying to let him down slowly for the past few weeks or so,

He just shrugged it off as a bad mood

But when you said those words, he smiled

Because this had to be a joke, right?

“Haha, very funny Y/N!”

You have to explain to him you are serious

He looks down at his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets and he bites his tongue

He doesn’t know what-or even how to say anything

When you leave him, he curses to himself

What did he do wrong? And when did you first feel like you need to cut the rope?

He is just filled with self doubt, slumping over on his bed and beating himself up over it

He wasn’t going to try and get you back, because he knows that would be a douche move,

But he can’t help but yearn for you

And hope it was all a joke, even if he knows he wasn’t

Deuce:

Like Ace, he is rather confused

However, he’s much more formal about the situation

He asks why, but he knows you probably won’t answer him

And if you do, he sits there with an almost knowing look

You aren’t the first to leave him because of the way he acted, or how he would go on spurts of anger or rowdiness

He’s self aware in this situation, but dear sevens he wishes he wasn’t

He thought back to how maybe he could have kept your endearment, or maybe could have kept your love

But why did it end like that? And so quick?

He finds himself resorting to violence after you leave him, just like how he used to.

Jack:

He snarls lightly when you tell him

Although he dreads it, he tries to play it off as something that was bound to happen

Something he expected

Because he was supposed to be the tough guy, the one that could take on these sort of obstacles

But he felt so weak in that moment

He tries to play the respectful card, saying he wishes you well after you leave

But he wants to hold you so terribly, he wants you to coo as you massage the back of ears,

Or tell him he’s a big softie when he shows an act of kindness

And even though he had sworn to hate when you called him that…

That’s all he wanted to hear at that moment

Epel:

He is completely silent

It’s because he can feel his lower lip trembling and his hands starting to shake

But he can’t cry in front of you, because then he would be “pathetic”

When you leave him be, he can’t stop but whimper as tears roll down his face

Is this why you left him? Because he was so weak?

He couldn’t think of any other angle to the situation,

He hadn’t been strong enough, he was too small, too fragile to hold you up

He made you look bad, didn’t he?

He fills himself up with the idea that if he was different, you wouldn’t have left him

Maybe you would be comforting him right now if that was the case, too

But it wasn’t. And he couldn’t accept it

Sebek:

You can see his eye twitch

He’s offended if anything, did you not support his practices towards the Young Master?

Did you not appreciate his many efforts to please you?

He storms off after you tell him, not without yelling a, “Good day!” To you

He grumbled as he angrily walks to his bedroom, crossing his arms as he looks out his window

The very window you would look out with him

A sudden tide came crashing down on him, like a wave

No wonder you had wished to leave him, if he treated you like that?

I sort of war was being fought in his head

One side of him trying to tell him that this was better, that you were a distraction

But the other, wanting to apologize and hear you say “I love you” again

He’s so conflicted, it hurts his head

Can’t you just come back to him? Can it be that simple?…

Thanks for reading!~

[diavolosthots]

I loooove Lucifer’s wings. I have to confess, I think I have a wing kink. It’s not spicy but can I have mc just kinda... out of the blue stroking his feathers, straightening them out? I suppose it could be preening but it’s just more of wanting to snuggle into those wings. If you’d like to make it spicy you can.

On another note thank you for writing so much requests. It must be overwhelming at times and honestly I don’t know how you do it. But please know that I greatly appreciate all that you do for the part of this fandom that is good. Happy writing, Your Majesty! :D

Supernatural awakened my wing!kink so I totally get this haha. It IS overwhelming at times and college is stressing me out right now so I have to cut down on writing way more than I would like to 😩 i hate it. Thank you so much, darling ❤

Warning: slight NSFW at the end-ish

A Demon's Wings (LUCIFER X GN!READER)

(Shoutout if you realized that that GIF is from supernatural's Michael lol the irony)

He should’ve known better than to trust his brothers on April fools. Millennia of experience should have warned him that they wouldn’t miss him, and they sure as hell wouldn’t go easy on him, but to mess with his wings? To tamper with the strongest but also simultaneously the weakest part of his demonic anatomy? That’s just a low blow. To say Lucifer was pissed is an understatement. Even after he washed all the honey off his feathers and got them back to a resemblance of what they used to be, he couldn’t help but sit under a dark cloud. He felt humiliated and to a certain extent, betrayed. Never had they ever gone for his wings, and at this point, he would’ve rather have them go for his horns. You see, an angel’s wings are their most precious parts and although Lucifer isn’t an angel anymore, he still cherishes his wings. They bring him both sadness and confidence. They’re beautiful and he knows it, and although they’re not what they used to be, he uses them as a reminder that he has withstood even the darkest of days. 

Right now, he has allowed himself a moment on his bed, stomach down with his head resting on his crossed arms. It’s an unusual sight, indeed, but after making sure the door was covered in several spells and magic that only the strongest demon could undo, he allowed himself to let his guard down. Every once in a while, and by that I mean around once a century, he lets himself just be. His natural form is out, wings spread wide across his sheets as relaxation slowly creeps through his body. Sometimes he likes to put some music on, like today. Classical, of course. The fireplace is burning and the room is dimmed to a soft light; some might think this to be a romantic setting, except that Lucifer had no one to share it with. “Lucifer?” or so he thought. Your sweet voice rang through the door, which was slowly opening. His whole body tensed, eyes growing wide momentarily as he watched you slip in. He supposes he forgot that although the magic would ward off other demons, only a locked door would keep a curious human such as yourself out. He should’ve known you would come to check up on him, too. You always do; always worried about his well being. 

He barely had time to stand up before you made your presence known in his room. “(Y/N)...” Your eyes immediately landed on his wings, worry and awe shining in them, or so he believes. It’s odd, really. Not that you were concerned, of course, no. You always worried about him and he finds it endearing more often than not. “Are… Are they okay?” You carefully approached him, scared that he will just turn away or change into his more human form to keep you away, to keep you at arm’s length, but he did neither of that. He stood still. “They’re fine.” he didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but your genuine interest in them, especially after that prank, has him on guard. You, however, were just fascinated by them. They were gorgeous and fit him so well. You love the look of them and how seemingly soft they are, although you didn’t really know the latter for sure. 

“I’m sorry i… I just wanted to check on you. They’re still snickering and laughing about the incident but I figured… they may have gone a little too far.” Lucifer’s still watching you cautiously, although he finds mild amusement in your current state of worry. “I had nothing to do with it, by the way… I knew they were planning something. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” “Is that why you came here? To apologize?” He’s tense. You never gave him a reason not to trust him and he’s trying to remember that, but his wings are precious to him and he’s scared of anything else happening to them. “Yes… I feel awful. I thought they may dump water over your head, or trip you down the stairs. I never thought they’d go for your most precious part.” The minute those words left your mouth, you could feel your face heat up, eyes wide as you looked at Lucifer. “I-I mean… I’m assuming that they’re pretty precious…” 

Lucifer let out a soft sigh, turning around to make some tea for the two of you because you won’t be leaving again until you tell him everything about that prank, “tell me, Darling, what e---!” But before he could, your hand hand raked through his feathers, causing him to tense up again, a deep blush creeping across his face. “(Y/N).” He tried to sound stern, he tried to not let his composure falter, and he certainly tried to avoid pushing his wings back into your hand for more. “S-Sorry… I just.. They’re… wow…” once again your hand was in his feathers, feeling through the softness of them although you took note of the strong bone structure in them; they were nothing to mess with. Lucifer shuddered at the touch, quickly turning around to face you and grab your arm, holding it up, “Don’t… I won’t be able to hold back once you start.” 

The truth is, wings are sensitive. Wings can have certain…. Effects on their wearers. Touching his wings is intimate, not to be taken lightly, and he’s not sure you understand the severity of what you’re doing. “Then don’t.” Or maybe you do and you’re just a fool. Your hands are itching to get back into his feathers, Lucifer could tell, and in some way, it’s making it even harder to say no. He craves touch more than anything, more than he would like to admit, but he craves your touch the most. Slowly, he brought your hand up to his face, leaning his cheek against it before placing a loving kiss to your wrist. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Darling.” He managed a soft smile. As much as he would love for you both to explore each other so deeply, he’s scared you won’t be able to handle it, or worse, that he will lose complete control. “But I do… I found a book… about an angel’s wings. I know you’re a demon now, but you were an angel once too… please…. I want this.”

His eyes were fixated on yours, staring at you for what seemed like eternity while he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. “Take your clothes off.” It was a bold statement, yes, but he hoped you would just follow his orders. He let go of your hand, moving past you to lock the door completely and then cast an extra spell on it, turning back around to see you had started on it. Your shirt was thrown somewhere and your pants began to be unbuckled, but before they could fall as well, he moved over in two long strides, cupping your face in his gloved hands to place a deep kiss against your lips, his wings slowly, carefully moving inward to brush over your naked arms. Your hands moved back into his feathers and Lucifer took in a sharp breath, his lips against yours becoming more bruising in a head-turning kiss. “You won’t be ab--” “I know, Lucifer, I know.” your eyes searched his, nothing of love and adoration for him shown within them. Your fingers danced on his black feathers and your eyes landed on them with a smile, “please.”  

Lucifer took a deep breath, gently pushing you down on his bed before getting to work on his own clothes, his lower sets of wings dropping down, yearning for more of your touch, “then tonight, I will make you mine.” 

[arrthurpendragon]

Fic Recs - July 20, 2022

Here are some of the fics I reccomend reading today! They’re on my list, so I’m sharing. 

*I’m not above bribing (haha) If you go leave reviews/comments on at least 2 chapters of one of these fics, send me the link with the platform you commented on and I’ll send you the form for a request! I’ll make you a poster, banner, manip, or aesthetic*

Bulletproof [Mission Impossible] by Winter326

"I'M A TEENAGER, SO WHAT? I CAN STILL KICK YOUR ASS." when alexia ortega goes on an adventure to find her birth father, she gets a lot more than she bargained on for

READ AT WATTPAD

Electric Feel [DCEU] by @wokenhardies​

16-year-old Amber Talbot had a pretty good life; straight As, a job as a babysitter/live-in nanny for the Vasquez family, and a somewhat stable social life. However, when Billy Batson becomes a superhero, Amber winds up getting dragged into the journey alongside him as the Emissary. [First in the Emissary Verse, a DCEU/MCU xover series]

READ AT AO3 + WATTPAD

Force of Nature [Star Wars] by: @darth-caillic​

Sith Acolyte Darth Viveza is sent on a mission to spy on the Queen of Naboo and keep an eye on two enemy Jedi. Her instructions were clear. Do so and nothing more. She has a hard time doing this, due to the younger of the two Jedi.

All she had to do was wait. Then she would get her chance. Killing a Jedi would take her one step closer to becoming strong enough to defeat her master. Right?

READ AT AO3 + WATTPAD

Freaks & Geeks [Stranger Things] by @juliaswickcrs​​

Alicia Henderson doesn't expect this year to be different than any other. Boys, drama, endless homework, and maybe the occasional movie. But then three months after summer break Will Byers goes missing in the woods behind Jonathan's house. And one day later her own face starts to appear on missing posters. But then the impossible happens. Alicia Henderson comes back.

READ AT WATTPAD + FFN + AO3

Murphy & His Law Can Go To Hell [Jurassic World] by @themaradaniels​

Eleanor Scott, Jurassic World's lead paleontologist and a former student of Dr Alan Grant, is tasked with showing 19 year old Joan Grant, the daughter of Alan and Ellie, around the park for the week. Masrani leaves Joan an all-access pass to enjoy the park at her leisure, including the parts normally forbidden to tourists, in the hopes that it might convince Dr Grant to endorse the park.

READ AT WATTPAD + AO3

Pyrogenous: Shadowed Destiny [Merlin] by @oneirataxia-girl​

Born without status or wealth, Lynelda is willing to do whatever it takes to claw her way to a life of peace and plenty; but when she's been living in shadows for as long as she could remember and stumbles upon fate in the form of a bumbling, powerful boy, she just might have to learn how to step into the sun and embrace the call of destiny, and also embrace her steadily growing powers along the way.

READ AT WATTPAD

A Red Sky’s Warning [Pirates of the Caribbean] by @nixdragon​​

Charlotte Swann knows she will hate every single second she has to spend chasing after pirates but with a missing sister and a broken heart, she figures at least things aren't going to get much worse. Unfortunately, everyone else seems to be trying to prove her wrong

READ AT FFN + WATTPAD

Trust Love One More Time [Star Trek] by @starryeyes2000​​

Enterprise's CMO yearns for a family. This need informs his every choice, including joining Starfleet, where he cobbles together a surrogate clan which he protects with the fierceness of a lioness safeguarding her cubs. With time McCoy accepted this new life in Starfleet he prudently constructed as good, as enough. Then an unexpected gift drops into his world.

READ AT AO3

Ultraviolet [Star Wars] by MM1776

Despite her promising future, Indaria Flare remained in the shadows, both because of her job and because of her family's past, one she hasn't managed to escape even after joining the Jedi Order. Since joining the Jedi Temple, Anakin Skywalker had lived in the spotlight of a Universe expecting him to bring peace and balance. Apart they were strong. But together, the light of their love burned ultraviolet.

READ AT WATTPAD

Variations [Marvel] by @ninjasawakenedmystars​​

In 2012 the Avengers' plan to go back in time and steal the Tesseract goes awry and Loki escapes. Even worse, one of the Avengers Sigyn Larsen-a human telepath and telekinetic-gets caught up in his escape while trying to prevent it. 

Declared "Variants" by the TVA, the two have to navigate their way through the mysterious agency that oversees all timelines, all while trying to not kill one another. Not to mention the apparent and troubling closeness of themselves from the sacred timeline constantly nipping at their heels...​

READ AT WATTPAD

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.09 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 3+4]

Original title: めんどくさい女 & もっと舐めろ

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 9: Sakamaki Shuu [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here & here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: Shuu whispering in your ear is honestly my weakness. > // < I guess I’m still on the Shuu hype train from recently finishing his Dark Fate route, but I’m enjoying this CD a lot! Definitely a large improvement over the mess that was Kanato’s MB CD. I’m sure Kanato stans enjoyed the other one but all the screaming and aggressive blood sucking just wasn’t for me. I’d much rather have my low-key perverted sleepy boi. xD

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Track 3: Bothersome Woman

*Rustle*

“...Oh. The thorns dug into the skin of your arm, and blood’s now oozing out. Does it hurt? I bet it does.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Just keep going...Try twisting your arm more as you pull.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ahー It’s bleeding again. They still won’t snap even after tugging this much...You really are useless, huh? ...Also, take a look at my clothes. They’ve been stained by your blood.”

You apologize.

“How will you make it up to me? The scent from these blood stains alone has made my head spin and my throat’s parched once more. ...You understand where I’m getting at, right?”

You flinch.

“Hand over your blood...To be honest, biting you is an annoyance and way too much of a chore, so the fact you already made yourself bleed works in my favor. Come on...Bring that arm of yours to my lips.

You protest.

“...Aah? If you can’t stretch your arm, you have to put in a little more effort. Can’t you rip those rose vines apart by now? Hurry up...! This thirst is making me go crazy...”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Hah. See? You can do it if you try. Why didn’t you do that from the start? ...What a troublesome woman you are.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Just a little further...Yes...More...”

*Rustle*

“Exactly. Guess all it took was a little bit of effort. There’s even more blood dribbling down than earlier. What a waste. Furthermore, it got on my face now as well. ...Oi, lap up the blood from my face. Clean it up with your tongue, then give it to me mouth-to-mouth.”

Your face flushes bright red. 

“I feel like it’ll get in my eye if you don’t hurry up. Come on...Make haste.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Ah. Right. You better lick it all off, okay? ...Come on, be a little more careful. It’s your own blood, right? Use that tongue of yours to its fullest potential.”

*Rustle*

“While doing this...More blood has oozed out. Do you want me to suck you? ...Ah. Come on. Give me a kiss. I’ll drink your blood if you give it to me mouth-to-mouth.”

You kiss Shuu.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp*

“Haah...”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Give me more...Come on...Bring your arm covered in blood...to my mouth...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“So, how do you feel...watching me lap up your blood like this? ...Hah. Guess it doesn’t matter. You look like you’re having a great time after all. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“...My thirst has been somewhat quenched. ...Heh. You’re making a face as if you have been screaming on top of your lungs after I pierced you with my fangs. I bet you want me to drag out the ugly, dark desires hidden deep inside your heart, don’t you? I’m well aware. That you just love that sorta stuff, I mean...”

Track 4: Lick More

*Rustle*

“Haah...Seems like the thirst has settled down a little. ...That being said, I still feel very hot. ...Hah. It’s a completely different sensation from usual. Almost like I’m a dog in heat. Ridiculous. Haah...I can’t move because of these roses, so if you want something from me, you’ll have to come get it yourself. ...Hah. You’re aching, aren’t you?”

*Rustle rustle*

“All over, that is...Actually, you had some other guy bite you, no? I can pick up a strange scent from you.”

You shake your head.

“Hah? You don’t remember? You really are an idiot...”

You frown.

“I’m pretty sure it has to be one of the people who kidnapped us to this place but...Ugh. What a drag. I feel disgusted from this strong scent of another guy. I mentioned this earlier as well, but your blood is your only notable feature. Once you get a taste of it, you grow addicted. I’m sure the person who left these marks felt the same way.”

*Rustle*

“Well...I don’t know how you feel about it yourself. However, don’t get the wrong idea. You’re nothing more than delicious prey. Which means...Having someone devour you should bring you the utmost of happiness, no? So you should be grateful to me...”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha...Your expression immediately grows grim whenever I bring that up. It’s fascinating...Makes me want to give you more false hope, only to shatter it right after all. (1) ...Oi, if you want me to bite you more, then show me your hand one more time. I doubt you can feel satisfied just from just licking?”

You avert your gaze.

“I’m already well aware of just how much of a lewd slut you are, so there’s really no point in acting embarrassed still. Don’t even bother...”

*Rustle*

“I’ll bite you strongly and make you feel good. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I’m sure it’ll feel much better than having the thorns rip up your skin...Hurry up. What? You’re hesitating? Honestly, women like you...are such a pain in the ass.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, blood has started flowing from your wounds again...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Say, my face got dirty from your blood again. ...You already know what to do, don’t you?”

You ask if he wants you to lick it off again.

“Hah. ...Exactly. Keep on licking.”

*Rustle*

“Not bad...Say? Try imagining it. What you look like right now, tracing your tongue across someone’s face and neck.”

*Rustle rustle*

“How pathetic. If I were in your shoes, I’d kill myself by biting off my own tongue. ...Well, not that it’s easy for us to die.”

*Rustle*

“...Did you make it all clean? ...Then give the blood to me. Come on. I’ll use my own to taste your tongue covered in blood.”

You get flustered again.

“Why don’t you just get used to this sorta stuff already? Do you have any idea how many times you’ve already showed me your shameful side? You’ve even done things you could never admit to others out loud, no? So don’t get all flustered over every single kiss.”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Gulp*

“Haah...Delicious...But I want richer blood...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“...ーー Haah. What’s with that look in your eyes? Do you want me to kiss you more? ...Or perhaps a kiss isn’t enough to satisfy you?”

*Rustle*

“Ah...But I’m feeling incredibly heated today as well, and my throat’s parched. I’ll suck your blood. I’ll give you these sharp fangs you yearn for.”

*Rustle*

“From head to toe...I’m sure your arms hurt by now, but unfortunately, I can’t move as you can see. So you’ll have to offer me the part you want bitten yourself. ...Come on. You want this as well, don’t you? There is no way just a kiss could satisfy you. ...Be honest with yourself already.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘before pushing you off the top/peak’. 

[333dolans]

If By Chance // E.D

Summary: It’s been 2 years since she’d last seen him, what would happen if by chance they were to meet once more?

Tags: @rhyrhy462 @evergreendolan @dolansficsandpics @fangdolan @livexdolan @blindedbythelightt @baby-grayson @prettyboydolan @delightfuldolan @bingexdolan @sosweetgrethan @episkygrant @soledadgray @dolanissues @pineappledols @vinylhazza @hydrograyson @velvetdolan @baby-turtles @szadolans @cutestdolans @brockdolan @mercurygrant @abstractstardiva @guiltydols @blazedgraysons @blackpinkdolan @vintagedolan @babeygray @babey-gray @dolanpornhub @tadadolan @onlyyyariii @voidmalfoy @glossydols @nikesbailey @graysonsdol

If someone were to tell Aurora Beckett’s 12 year old self that by the time she was 20, she would of lost all contact with Ethan Dolan? She would of thought the notion to be absolutely absurd.

Since the first day of 4th grade when two identical boys approached her as she sat alone, leg bobbing up and down nervously and thumbs twirling together, the twins had decided then and there that she was going to be their best friend.

They wanted to make her feel included and seen. Although they knew all to well themselves how it feels to be alienated, they’d never been alone, always having each other. They swore that day she’d never feel alone again.

Ever since that day, they’d been true to their word. Endless amounts of movie nights, beach trips, late night snack runs. They had experienced so much of their teen years together. Aurora had caught herself gravitating more towards the older twin, finding a particular comfort in his vibrant presence. God knows she loves both of them with her whole heart and would drop everything in an instant for either of them, but there has seemingly always been something more between her and Ethan, just below the surface, yearning to be acknowledged. Yet here she was 11 years down the line, now having gone almost two years without so much as a hello from the only boy she’s ever been in love with.

When the twins turned 15, they decided to chase their growing career across the country from the state they’d all called home for so long. After a lot of tears and begging her best friends not to leave her behind, Aurora came around to their decision. She wanted nothing more than for them to be happy and if moving to Los Angeles meant they could follow their lifelong dream? She sure as hell wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped them, no matter how much it hurt her heart to wave them goodbye as they boarded the plane.

Everything had ran smoothly from there. They FaceTimed at every and any moment they could. They frequently flew back to Jersey for the holidays and birthdays, she would also fly out to California whenever she could. Her relationship with both twins remained strong and never once faltered.

That was until a certain twin began to drift, blaming it on meetings and work. This would of been a valid argument, were it not for Grayson, who confirmed that they in fact wouldn’t be busy when Ethan claimed to be swamped with business. It became very apparent that he was curving her, she just didn’t know nor could she understand why.

Was the new increase in fame getting to his head? He was always so grounded, so humble. Did he think he was above her now? Her superior? Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him? He’d always sworn her that she was the most important person in his life besides his family. These were the questions shed’d found herself asking every single day like a broken record.

Soon enough he’d dropped Aurora completely. She knew it was coming, she wasn’t naive, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when it did. Grayson kept contact as best he could, still asking to FaceTime at least once a month but she’d began to push him away. His face mirroring the boy she loathed but still craved so badly, it pained her to speak to Gray when his identical twin had caused her to cry herself to sleep most nights.

It had only been 4 months since she’d last spoken to Ethan when she discovered his sudden change of heart. The reason he’d ended their lifelong friendship? He’d met a girl. A gorgeous girl who Aurora later discovered to be called Arabella. He’d cut her off simply because he’d found a girlfriend? It didn’t make any sense.

But here she was now, sat on a 13 hour plane heading for the west coast. She couldn’t help but succumb to the memories pounding in her head, begging to fill her thoughts. All the times she’d been in this exact place making this journey, dying for the plane to hurry up and take her to the place she longed to be, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. However, today she wouldn’t get to beeline towards the brown haired boy that filled her mind whilst awake and asleep. Today she would be picking up her rental car alone and driving towards her new start.

As she entered the door to her apartment, she found her racing mind instantly slowed. She already felt so much calmer in this place, it felt like home. Like this is where she was meant to be. She had received a promotion at her job, which happened to be located in the city of angels. Of course she accepted, the pay was incredible and she was never one to turn down the opportunity to travel and see the sights this amazing earth has to offer. It hadn’t even registered in her mind until just weeks before she was set to fly out that her once closest friends lived out there, now nothing but mere strangers.

She was just placing down the boxes after carrying them up the never ending flights of stairs that led to her new home, when she heard the notification. Reaching for her phone, expecting a text from her landlord, she was met with an all too familiar name.

From Grayson Dolan: Hey! I was just checking snap maps to see where the friend I’m meeting up with was and i saw your bitmoji. You’re in LA? Since when? For how long?

To Grayson Dolan: Hi G, I just moved out here for a promotion! I live here now i guess haha. We should grab coffee!

She didn’t know why she asked him to meet up, they hadn’t spoken in a long time and it would surely be awkward. Before she had time to overthink her decision too much, she received a reply.

From Grayson Dolan: Name the time and place and ill be there, I’ve missed you so much Rory.

To Grayson Dolan: Missed you more Grapeson!

From Grayson Dolan: Oh no we are not bringing that back.

To Grapeson🍇: Too late! Pick me up at 4 if you’re free?

From Grapeson🍇: See you soon love x

She couldn’t fight off the beaming smile that pulled at her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss her best friend, after all he’d tried to keep contact. She’d let her feelings for Ethan get in the way of her friendship with Gray and ultimately lost one of the brightest lights the world had to offer. She’d be damned before she let herself mess that up again.

[aestherians]

About 2 weeks ago I wrote an essay for my (hopefully some day finished and shareable) Neocities site. While I have no idea if I’ll finish the site itself, I took another look at the essay today, and, though I might add more in the “strengthening connections” part later, the essay is pretty much done! So, here it is, the first explanation I’ve actually ever written of my bison therianthropy - I apologize in advance for the long paragraphs:

Part 1: Awakening

The bison was the first kintype I became aware of, back in spring 2016. I'd been getting phantom shifts for a few years at this point, but didn't pay them much mind. They overlapped a lot with phantom feelings that I would later find out were gnollish in nature, and this overlap ended up as something very similar to a maned wolf. Especially the combination of unguligrade front legs with paw-like hands, and of a long tufted tail with a shorter, more bushy tail. I was extremely casual at this point - I didn't even write my own stuff or read what others had written! Being not-quite-human was basically an afterthought.

So, like I said: Spring 2016. One second I was following along in my math class (well, I like to remember it that way, at least), and the next it was like I'd been transported into the body of a bison. I pictured myself wading through soft, green grass, feeling my heavy hooves and broad back working, smelling the summer air. And just like that I was back in my classroom. Crazy what the mind can do - I imagine it's the closest I've been to astral traveling. The 'vision' was so overwhelming I had to excuse myself, go into the hallway, and just breathe for a minute.

I instantly connected the dots between that experience and my previous phantom shifts. For the next weeks I pushed aside all experiences that weren't quite bison in nature, and just examined the recognizably bovine feelings. The questioning process took about 2 months until I was confident enough to say I was a bison therian. Then I promptly made a therian-focused aesthetic blog on tumblr :p

Since then I've had a few other 'visions' and I've had time to examine my bison feelings a lot more. I've come to the conclusion that the original experiences were spiritual in nature (partial rebirth, my soul includes 'bison Dust'), and that they turned into an integral part of me through psychological reinforcement.

Part 2: Being Bison

By ruminating (ha!) on my shifts, visions/memories, and other noemata I've come to a few conclusions: The specific bison that my soul comes from was an American bison (Bison bison) 'spike bull', which is a bull whose horns haven't started curving inwards yet - this means the bull is somewhere between 1 and 4 years old. The bison, at some point, was in a herd that included cow-calf pairs, and it felt protective towards these herd members, but through most of its life it roamed with a band of bachelor herd. I don't remember ever breeding or fighting for a harem or anything of that sort (except trying to mount other young bulls), so I assumed the bison died before it could get the chance. I don't have any memories related to death, but due to the environments I remember, I'm pretty sure the bison was in a managed herd, or maybe even a beef herd.

What all these vague memories and conclusions mean for my current self is that I identify partially as a bison bull on a spiritual and psychological level. This also affects my gender identity somewhat. My gender is fluid, but it's usually somewhere along the lines of 'gnoll female' - which is really more like a human man than a human woman. But there are also hints of bovine in my gender. I'm not gonna lie: I wish I had the kind of equipment bulls have haha... But it does goes deeper than just physical body. I feel somewhat like a bachelor bull - an outcast who hangs out with other outcasts and plays at one day winning the respect of those who cast him out. Desiring females carnally (I don't think I could make that sound more like the statement of an incel if I tried lmao). The whole vibe of being a young and virile animal. My gender isn't so much 'bison bull' as it has hints of bullishness.

The bisonness doesn't just inform my gender identity, of course; it is primarily a species identity. Don't misunderstand that though - it's not my primary species identity! That would be gnoll. What I mean is that my bison side mainly presents itself in a way that affects my overall species identity. My bison identity is directly tied to my body image and the way I think of myself, reflect on my behavior, and conceptualize my thoughts. At the most basic level, I deeply wish I could shapeshift, and just choose when to be a bison and when to be a human (or gnoll or other!). It's a much stronger feeling than just "hey, shapeshifting would be cool!" The cool-factor is how I feel about, say, werewolves. It would be cool to be a werewolf. But my desire to shift into a bison is much more of a yearning. It feels like it's the right shape (this hole was made for me!), though I'm definitely not blind to how impractical it would be. I appreciate my thumbs and brain and modern medicine!

When I try to imagine myself in 'my mind's eye,' so to speak, I picture myself with a lot of bison attributes. Most notably the horns, but also the cape/chaps/beard, the sloped/humped back, the tail, and sometimes the hooves. The fact that I don't have any of these traits is anywhere from an afterthought to deeply distressing, depending on the day. Whenever I get phantom shifts, it's also these traits I feel. I can trigger the phantom shifts easily enough, but since they're distracting I rarely do so. More often than not, they just show up on their own.

I rarely get strong mental shifts. The few I've had were disorienting and not very fun, so I usually try to suppress them when they do show up. Weaker m-shifts are a common occurrence, though, often spurred on by feelings of frustration. When I'm in a mental shift my personality becomes more ''stereotypically bison-like'. I get bullheaded (pun partially intended), more physically than verbally aggressive, and my temper becomes more volatile. I perceive a lot of things as potential threats and become more defensive in that state - often those feelings are accompanied by mental images of goring said threats with my horns and urges to attack. Little of it shows outwardly; I just seem more sullen and like I want to be alone.

Shifting is a noteworthy part of my bison identity, but as a whole it's a lot more about all the little day-to-day experiences. Mostly the physical ones of missing horns, and the social ones of not being treated like a bison-person or of not having the same social role as a spike bull would have in his herd.

Part 3: Strengthening Connections

There's no shame in being a bit proactive about your identity. I think the therian community has this idea that you shouldn't have a hand in creating your species identity, and I strongly disagree. While I didn't create the original bison-like feelings, I've been reinforcing the ideas a lot since they appeared. Every little trait that could be connected to my bisonhood, I take to be connected to my bisonhood, whether as a cause or result of it.

I've always had these conflicting traits of being stubborn as heck and fairly conflict-avoidant (and of wishing I could resort to physical violence rather than talk when a conflict shows up). These traits could obviously show up in any human, so I don't consider them "inherently bison-like" in any way. And yet they're the same traits a 1000kg horned prey animal would have. If a threat gets too close to a bison, the bison will stubbornly stand its ground and attack - if the attack doesn't work, only then does the bison flee. These traits, while not directly connected to it, help reinforce my bison identity.

My friends also help. They'll buy me bison-themed gifts (one gave me a pendant that I wear every day) and they'll jokingly refer to me as a bison. Once when we were at a safari park they stopped the car near the bison herd and just let me watch for as long as I wanted. I'm lucky that I get to be so open about this side of myself.

[kiitcatt]

Chapter threeeee

Hello all! Please see chapter 3 below :D

When I started this story, I just started writing and didn’t really have a proper plot for where this story should go so I hope this will go somewhere good haha x

AN: I tried my best to keep to the Fairy Tail plotline between the X791 and X792 years but it's very vague so I just adjusted it to fit my story. Soooo.. I'm going to say Gray and Juvia lived together from Sept-Feb, then he leaves her for another 6 months – March-Aug? Ok? Cool. Enjoy! KC xx

Chapter 3 - The heart yearns

Juvia

A shaky hand drew a line across today's date on the calendar. March 13th. 'Happy birthday to me' Juvia thought. She frowned as she tapped the pen on her pouted lips. Is she 18 now?

Being trapped for 7 years in the bubble really threw her timing off. Strange to think they could be 7 years older. She could be 25. She could be married with kids, like Bisca.

Imagine if she was not on the island. How strange would it have been to have half the guild missing? To have her Gray-sama returned to her 7 years later. Surely she would have found someone else by then, 7 years is terribly long to wait for your true love.

She glanced out at the gloomy scenery of a water-drenched ghost town. 1 month was too much for her to handle. She felt the tears begin to tingle in her eyes.

No, Juvia, today is your birthday! You will not cry!

Today is going to be a good day.

Did Gray-sama even know it was her birthday today? Did he ever think that he would miss it when he left?

He disappeared just before Valentine's too, what a waste of cookies. Juvia sighed softly with a slight shake to her head.

He had been acting strange for a while, a month or two maybe.

She knew his inherited devil slayer magic was dangerous, that if not trained and treated properly it could consume him and point him to darkness. That even with the best training in the world, the dark magic will always have some bad side effects on Gray-sama someday.

But already? Surely, he hadn't already been overtaken by this dark power.

She really had wanted to help him, but he became so distant, taking off for days on end and not even talking to Juvia.

She tried her best to communicate, to figure out how she could help, but all efforts were hopeless. So, she stayed quiet and did her best to carry on like nothing was wrong.

Then one day she woke up and he wasn't there.

Juvia shook her head again, trying to internally get rid of her thoughts. She had to be strong, to carry on but the dull ache in her heart could not be forgotten. Oh, how she worried about him.

She tried her best to think about how she would spend her birthday. She always treated herself to blueberry pancakes but that thought just left a sour taste in her mouth. How could she be happily celebrating herself, when Gray-sama is out there somewhere. Maybe he is in trouble and needed help and there she would be, tucking into a delicious breakfast clueless to anything going on. An idea began to forge in her mind and once it had imbedded, she knew there was no going back. It was time she began to look for him.

Gray-sama would constantly push her advances away, but she knew he wanted her by his side. That he needed her by his side. That they needed each other. And to hell, if she were to give up now.

With a devilish grin, she began to pack up her essentials in a bag. She slipped into her coat and boots and on her way out the door grabbed an umbrella.

She looked back at their small house now darkened wood from the rain and reminisced one last time of her fond memories then with a face of determination began walking away.

Gray

A knock on his door disturbed his slumber. He frowned wondering who it could be disturbing him, but it was not like he was getting much sleep in this dark, dank place anyways. With a sigh, he got himself up and lazily called them in to enter.

A head of shock-white hair poked around his door and entered Briar.

Gray really couldn't stand anyone at this Avatar guild. They were bad people, almost hypnotised by Zeref and trying to 'purify' everything but if he had to pick someone to spark up a conversation with, to stop himself from going crazy, his best choice was probably Briar.

She did seem suspicious of him but had yet to do anything to point this out.

'What you want?' Gray said grudgingly, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stood up and meet her.

Her tanned tan glowed a pink and she looked nervous.

Gray raised an eyebrow, unsure what she was going to do or say. She was an unusual character, but never really gave too much emotion away, but now here she was looking almost shy.

"Don't tell the other Briar's I've been here or I'll get a right telling off."

Oh, right yeah, she has her split image magic and seems like they are separated by personality.

"But here you go." Briar outstretched her arms to him and gave him a box of chocolates. "I know this makes no sense, but you weren't here last month and well, I know it's usually guys gifting girl, but I just thought I could give this to you. A belated welcome present maybe?"

Gray looked at her showing no emotion on his face. He wondered what to do in this situation but thought accepting the gift was the best way to go. In the end, he did need to get them to trust him.

Gray reluctantly took the gift and turned around to sit back down. "Thanks" he muttered under his breath.

Briar disappeared out of the room as quickly as she arrived, leaving a slightly confused Gray, with a gift in his hand. I wonder what that was about Gray thought.

As he looked at the neatly wrapped gift, it struck a chord with him, thinking of someone else who would shower him with gifts. 'I hope she's ok' he thought as he looked out his window, meeting a dreary sight of a forest full of twisted trees and spiny bushes, and hoped Juvia was enjoying a better view than him.

[yandere-society]

True Love

Prompt: Can I have a delusional Jungkook who is obsessed with fairytales and the whole idea of “prince meets princess and falling in love at first sight”, and is convinced that y/n is the princess and he has to “save” her in order to achieve a happen ending?

Admin: @psycho-slytherin 🐍

Warnings: Yandere-themes, stalking-themes, and profanity.

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It was all coming together. Jungkook swiped through his phone, checking and rechecking his plans. Tomorrow, between 9:14 and 9:18 AM– depending on foot traffic– she’d round the eastern corner of 14th and Park. She’d be carrying her purse and a coffee, but she’d be finishing her drink by the time she reached the corner. The point, the most crucial part, is that her hands would be full. He’d bump into her, she wouldn’t be able to catch herself, and he’d swoop her up before she fell. She’d have to fall in love with her Prince Charming, and he’d, at last, have his princess. His y/n. Everything would be perfect.

They were destined to be together– Soulmates, Jungkook was sure, he’d known it since he’d first laid eyes on y/n. She was his true love. 

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You check your watch, careful not to twist your wrist enough to spill your coffee. 9:12. Finally, it looks like you’ll get to work early today! With a spring in your step, you weave through the usual crowd of hurried suits and turn the corner. You have a meeting that you’ve been preparing ages for, and you’re thinking of nothing but your various talking points, everything you’re going to present, when–

“Oof!” You bump into someone, hard, and lose your balance. Shit, shit, your hands are full. You drop your coffee and purse in an attempt to catch yourself, but instead of solid concrete, you feel the contact of strong arms holding you tightly.

“Are you alright?” You look up at your rescuer and see gorgeous dark eyes full of soft concern. The stranger helps you to your feet and hands you your purse. “That was quite a fall.”

“Ah, thank you– I’m okay. Appreciate it, man.” You breathe deeply to calm your pounding heart. The handsome stranger seems to be waiting for something. What else can you say? “Er… thanks again.” With that, you turn and begin walking to work, your pace increasing. Dammit, you really hope this won’t make you late. 

“W-Wait!” The stranger grasps at your wrist, his eyes bright, his voice revealing an emotion you can’t understand. “Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“Uh…” Aaaand he’s crazy. You pull your arm from his grip and hurry away, flustered. Love at first sight? What fairy-tale bullshit. Sure, he’s cute, but the creepy-to-cuteness factor is way off balance in this case. Love at first sight… When you were a kid, you dreamed of being a princess and riding off into your happily ever after. But you’ve grown up since then, and you know fairy tales aren’t real.

You glance backward. He’s staring after you, and you feel a rush of guilt. He looks like a kicked puppy… or a wounded prince.

Prince? “Gah– stop it!” You scold yourself, blinking hard. The guy messed with your head, distracted you with that love-at-first-sight stuff. Whatever, you’ll forget about it soon enough. In the meantime, you’ve got your meeting to think about.

“And now I believe y/n, head of our innovation department, has the latest proposal?”

You stand. “Yes, thank you. With help from our customer surveys, we’ve noticed there are a few flaws in our current system.”

“Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“We, uh, have devised a few options: First, we could begin requiring browser logins and game downloads for individual accounts– that will cut down on incidents such as the one that went viral last quarter. Additionally, we could consider removing ourselves from the browser-based gaming market entirely and shift to a downloaded application-type medium. We predict a decrease in traffic but profits should remain largely steady–”

His eyes, his lips, his hands, his skin, his voice...

“Due to ad revenue and potential membership opportunities.” You continue. “We could also consider discounted subscription packages, which seemed popular in our surveys.”

He was really cute. Maybe you were too hasty? You don’t even know his name.

“...We believe that changing the medium of the game presentation will improve security, decrease online harassment, and increase profits within the next three quarters. I will now take questions.”

Usually, creeps gave off a vibe, the type of thing you could sense right away. This guy didn’t give you that vibe.

“Very well said, y/n.” The company president clapped several times. “What software changes do you propose making for this to work?”

You beam. “It’s rather simple, we only need to move our content offline to an external database– we already have games in development using this system. The cost for the whole switch would be a fraction of potential profits.”

“Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“The board members will give it some thought, y/n, and I’d be very optimistic. Great work.”

Yes! “Thank you.”

At the end of the day, you leave the office grinning. The meeting went really well, and if you pull off this project, you’re certain to be looking at a promotion. You’ve been working on the proposal for three months and now that it’s looking so good, you could sing.

“Y/n?”

At the summons, you turn around– and then stop dead. “You again.”

And it is the love-at-first-sight stranger from the morning. He waves awkwardly, breaking into a cute bunny-like smile. “Hi.”

“H-hi.” You brush some hair out of your face, suddenly self-conscious. “Uh, how did you know my name?”

The guy winks. “Magic.”

“Or stalking.”

“Or…” The guy hands you a business card. Your business card. “Maybe you dropped this in the morning.”

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In truth, Jungkook had your business card for a few months. He couldn’t say that, though, and he needed an excuse to know your name and place of business.

You look at him with your beautiful doe eyes, the kind of eyes that a man would kill to protect. “Why were you waiting for me?”

Jungkook smiles. “I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I saw you dropped your card and, well… it seemed like a second chance.” A chance to be your prince, my love.

“Oh.”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook by the way.”

You smile shyly, that smile he’s seen a hundred thousand times, directed at everyone but him. You’re active on your social media accounts, and he’s seen all your photos. When you’re with your friends, your family, even today at your meeting– when you smile, you shine, a princess without a throne. It’s one of the things Jungkook loves about you. He can’t wait until your smile for him alone.

“I’m y/n. But I guess you knew that.”

“I did. Y/n, I’ll be honest, and I hope this doesn’t come off as too forward.” Jungkook leans towards you, his princess– his queen. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Um…” You hesitate, and a hint of fear makes its way up Jungkook’s spine. He really hopes you don’t reject him. In the months since he’s first noticed you, you’ve remained single. If you were to reject him, he couldn’t leave you to prance around in front of other men. If you, Jungkook’s princess, didn’t want his love, well… something would have to be done about that.

“Sure. That sounds cool.” You nod, a light blush coloring your cheeks. 

Something akin to joy floods Jungkook’s psyche. The first step achieved. She said yes– she must see that what they have is true love. 

Jungkook has always loved fairy tales. He was teased as a kid for how much he enjoyed princess stories. But Jungkook’s mom made it clear that she didn’t like him, and his dad was rarely around– unless he came home to berate Jungkook. No one could blame him for yearning for true love; it’s not like he ever experienced it at home. When he first saw you, he knew you were his princess. He needed to rescue you, sweep you off your feet, and carry you off into your happily ever after. True love is real, and you’ll help him prove it. The characters in Disney movies were happy after finding each other. He knows you’ll make him feel happy. In fact, he’ll make sure of it.

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Well, he’s cute, and he did return your business card. You’ll be careful. What harm can come from a date?

Later that night, you’re catching up on some work. The company president said he’d have the board’s answer on your proposal by next week, and since it seemed like a sure thing, you’re anxious to get the OK to move ahead with the project.

Your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: Are we on for Friday at six, milady? [10:43]

Y/n: Haha yep, see you then! [10:43]

Jeon Jungkook: Can’t wait :) [10:43]

Jeon Jungkook: What are you up to? [10:44]

Y/n: Just organizing resources for a project [10:45]

Y/n: I’ve been working really hard on it [10:45]

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Oh, Jungkook knows. He’s a decent hacker. When you were out drinking with friends last month, he accessed your laptop and installed a backdoor program that lets him see whatever you’re doing on your computer. It’s been useful: he knows about your work projects; the failed first dates; your porn preferences; your email contacts. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t cheating on him. Perfect princesses don’t cheat, and he knows you’re his perfect princess.

Friday arrives. Even though it’s only been a few days since he asked you out, Jungkook has been waiting for months to finally sweep you off your feet. It’ll be amazing. He walks up to the door, the details of which he’s practically memorized, and knocks. Three grand knocks, just like he’d imagined.

“Half a moment!” Your sweet voice floats from inside the house. Jungkook presses his lips together– do you even know how beautiful, how kind, how regal you are? 

And when you swing the door open, his heart aches with desire. He can’t wait to possess you entirely. You’re wearing what Jungkook has to assume is your favorite light pink dress. You wore it to your birthday dinner four months ago, and again to your friend’s wedding three weeks ago. He hasn’t seen you wear this dress on other dates, though– does that make Jungkook special? He knew it. You do believe in love at first sight. You see the same thing he does: you’re destined to be soulmates.

“Your highness,” Jungkook says, holding out his arm.

You giggle and take his offered arm. Jungkook knows you think you’re just playing along with a joke. It’ll take a bit of time to introduce you to his royal fantasy– you don’t know you’re already Jungkook’s princess. But you will. Oh, you will.

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The date goes surprisingly well. You haven’t been having good luck with dating lately, and you can actually see Jungkook being the one to break your dry spell. He’s a perfect gentleman, respectful and humorous. He continues to call you milady and your highness, and it’s cute, honestly. He makes you feel so special, almost like a princess.

“Thanks for tonight, Jungkook,” you say as he walks you to your door. “You finding my business card ended up being a pretty great coincidence.”

“I agree. I’m glad you decided to go out with me, y/n. I hope we can do this again.”

You nod. “Definitely.”

You smile as you change into your pajamas. You’re excited to see what Jeon Jungkook has in store. Before you get into bed, you open your laptop and notice a new email from the company president. Yes! Have you finally gotten the go-ahead and funding for the project you’ve poured yourself into?

Y/n, the email reads. I wish I had better news to give. The board declined your recent project proposal. Don’t let this discourage you from continuing to do great work! I’ll see you on Monday.

You sit back, slack-jawed, and rub your eyes. What? But… but it was looking so good. You worked so hard. What did you do wrong?

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Jungkook frowns, looking at your computer screen on his phone. He’s still sitting in his car, parked around the block from your home. He knows how much you cared about getting this project approved. And this, this board. They kept his princess from achieving her goals. He blinks once, twice. Surely you’ll love him if he gets the board members to change their minds, if you realized he’d do anything for you. Jungkook turns the key in the ignition and drives home, thinking about how he can cheer you up. The individual board members are named on your company’s website– perhaps he’ll pay them a visit.

»»————-　♔　————-««

That night, you can’t sleep. This proposal was a display of your hard work, all the thought you’d put into making the company more successful. It was supposed to be a straight line to a promotion. The night started off so well, your date with Jungkook was so fun. Ugh. You bury your face in your pillow. How will you face your team members on Monday? And the board members. You know some of them don’t like you– you’re too determined, too innovative for a woman. 

How you wish you could show them.

Whatever. It’s just one more failure. You’ll start brainstorming new proposals tomorrow. 

You spend the rest of the evening tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, and sulking. The weekend passes much in the same way. You’re not one to get discouraged, but it’s hard to feel hopeful. If the project had been approved, your responsibilities and funding would have shifted into seeing it through for at least the next year. Monday morning, you’re headed out the door when you get a text.

Jungkook: When can I see you again? [8:35]

Y/n: Want to grab dinner after work? I get off at 5. Shall we say 6:30? [8:36]

Jungkook: Your wish is my command. Have a good day at work ;) [8:36]

Y/n: Yeah fat chance [8:37]

»»————-　♔　————-««

What you don’t know, Jungkook decides, wiping a bit of something red off his cheek, won’t hurt you. You wanted this project– and your knight in shining armor will ensure you get it.

»»————-　♔　————-««

“Y/n, can I see you in my office for a moment?” 

“Hm? Uh, yes. Sure.” You follow the president into his office.

“How are you doing?” He asks as he settles into his chair. You sit across the desk from him. “I know how hard you worked on that project– it’s okay to be upset.”

You straighten up in your chair. “I’m fine, sir. Just focusing on moving forward.”

“That’s good. Well, I’ve actually got some surprising news for you today. Three board members– that is, the three that voted down your proposal– contacted me separately over the weekend to let me know they changed their minds.”

“I- I’m sorry, what?”

“Your proposal has been unanimously approved, y/n. Congratulations. I’m excited to see where your vision will take this company.” The president reaches across the desk and shakes your hand. You can only stare, half euphoric, half numb. “You will, of course, be transferred along with your team to the advanced development department. I’ll have the paperwork ready for you by the end of the day.”

“Okay! Uh… thank you.” You break into a radiant grin. “Thank you so much, sir!”

“Don’t thank me, the board members made their decisions. That being said, you really deserve this. Good luck.”

You practically skip out of your boss’s office. You did it! You knew the meeting went well, they just needed more time! You did it!

That evening, you hum to yourself as you put on your makeup. Jungkook will be here soon, and you’re really excited to see him. Even though you told him you could meet at the restaurant, he insisted on picking you up. What a gentleman. 

Three knocks at the door. “Coming~” you sing as you pad into the hall.

“You look beautiful, y/n,” Jungkook murmurs as you swing open the door.

“Oh stop it, charmer!” You laugh, swishing your skirt like it was a ballgown. 

“You’re in a good mood today, what happened?”

“My project got approved! The board changed their minds. Isn’t that great?”

Jungkook laughs. “That’s fantastic! Congrats!”

On impulse, you throw your arms around him and hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

You snuggle into his shoulder. “For being so nice. For making me feel like a princess.”

You’re so preoccupied with how good Jungkook smells that you don’t notice him tugging his jacket up to cover a red stain on his sleeve. 

“I’ll always be your prince, milady.” 

»»————-　♔　————-««

This is true love, Jungkook thinks. We’ll get our happily ever after.

[muwi-translates]

Collar x Malice -Unlimited- 公式ビジュアルファンブックSHORT STORY「水泡の記憶」Vol.2

Collar x Malice -Unlimited- Visual Fanbook Short Story “Memories of Foam” - Vol.2 Sasazuka Takeru.

Spoiler free. First appeared in B’s Log, 2018 June edition.

**Please don’t move this translation or claim it as your own.**

[Hoshino Ichika’s POV]

I felt a sharp gaze on my back, together with the sound of an impatient sigh.

“Oi, turn around.”

I have little to no resistance against that voice. 

Normally, I would have turned around reflexively ages ago.

“Ignoring me? You have guts, poochie.”

But today I decided I was not going to turn around.

Even I have standards. Of course, I know it’s not right to just listen to whatever your partner says in a relationship.

“I don’t have the time for idiots playing dumb, if you’re going to keep being like this.”

“.........”

“If you have something to say then say it properly.”

“Sasazuka-san, you’re always like this.”

“Hah?”

“You always say how I should guess, and that I should know even if you don’t tell me.”

“.........”

I thought he would sneer back at me, but instead I didn’t hear a single word. I didn’t know whether these words had an unexpected effect, or whether he simply had nothing to say. 

As I was about to turn around, my determination inadvertently slipping, I felt a warmth from behind.

I was surrounded by his arms, falling into his warm embrace.

“Sasazuka-sa—“

“Let me see your face.”

“.........”

“Your pouting face, I like it a lot.”

“...You’re so unfair.”

“Didn’t I say it properly?”

“Does that mean if you don’t see my face you’ll feel lonely?” 

“Something like that.”

There was a soft whisper in my ear, and at the same time he had grabbed my chin with his fingers, forcing me to turn my head. 

And suddenly blocked my lips from voicing my dissatisfaction.

(You’re really such a selfish person.)

In truth, he’s not reluctant to use words to express himself, but he’s simply not good at it. 

Only after dating for a while did he realize his clumsiness a little. 

Even if he’s showing me his sulking expression, or when he’s acting like a child, I feel nothing but tender affection for him. There’s nothing I can do about it.

---

[Sasazuka Takeru’s POV]

Sealing her lips with a kiss, while subconsciously yearning for each other, I faced her. 

---That was my favourite expression of yours. I can't help but want to kiss you. It's your fault I’m like this.

Though if I said that, she would probably get angry. 

“Then?” 

“Ha… ha… that… don’t try to get out of this by kissing me…”

“I was just doing something I wanted to do.”

“Alright... I get it already. This is just a way for Sasazuka-san to make me happy, isn’t it?”

“...Let’s go with that.”

If I thought it was annoying in the first place I could just let it go and ignore it. But once I decided to use kisses to draw out her true feelings, I found that I felt the need to not drop it.

However, whether or not I would reflect on myself was another question. I still didn’t know the reason as to why she was angry.

“So, why are you angry? Is it because I put my socks into the washing machine inside out?”

“No. But, don’t throw your clothes in like that.”

“Okay, okay. Then, is it that? You didn’t like it, didn’t you? Last night you even--”

“No! It’s because you ordered pizza!”

“Hah?”

At this exact moment, I felt a sense of deja vu.

She had been this bafflingly angry before, and when I thought about it, the reason for that was also because I ordered pizza...

“Do you have something against pizza?”

“Huh?”

“Your reaction to pizza isn’t usually this strong, you aren’t… jealous of some food, are you?”

“I am.”

Although I had blurted it out jokingly without even thinking it could be true, I was quickly defeated by her pure affirmation. 

“...That’s why I said I was jealous. I got ingredients to make your favourite foods, I even texted you to ask when you would be coming back.”

“Ah…”

“So then, do you understand how I felt when I opened the door and all I smelt was pizza?”

I didn’t know if she was going to throw a tantrum again. But the way she was punching the pillow with tears in the corner of her eyes made me laugh bitterly.  

But I could understand her anger, and what she said. I had already made the pizza order when I received her text message, but I didn’t need this type of excuse. 

“I’m still really hungry, I can still eat. The pizza was just an appetizer. Of course I plan to eat what you made.”“

“Have you ever heard the phrase: ‘an empty stomach is the best seasoning’?”

“I do, but even if I don’t eat your food on an empty stomach, anything you make will taste good.”

“I’m not gonna get fooled by your lies! But thanks for the compliment!”

“Fu… haha, you really never bore me at all.”

The tension between the two voices disappeared before we knew it. I smiled, and my lover, who had originally been so angry, couldn’t help but smile in return. 

“Actually, I’m not really that angry. I was just feeling a bit mischievous. I’m sorry.”

“Idiot, why are you apologising? Didn’t you say you shouldn’t hold back what you want to say? Besides, even I’m not perfect.”

At her straightforward apology, I felt a stupid amount of tender affection.

I pulled her close once more, kissing under her temples. I smiled when I felt her slender fingers wrapped around my back, holding my shirt tightly.

--Unlike when we first met, she’s been teaching me a lot of things.

Things that are understood without saying, and things that aren’t understood without saying, it’s more about the affection than the anxiety. It isn’t something that is just one-sided, but a feeling that can only be shared by those who love and communicate with each other.

“Then… let’s wait until I get a bit hungrier before I finish making food.” 

I said as I wanted to deepen the kiss, and keep our close embrace. Her face, only inches away from mine, suddenly wore a worried expression as if she suddenly came to her senses. 

“W-Wait… um… I still have to prepare the dishes.”

“Didn’t you say an empty stomach is the best seasoning? Looks like it’ll be easier if the stomach’s gone through some light exercise.” 

“What kind of reason-- mmph!”

Ignoring her protests, I sealed her lips once more. 

Compared to the past, I’ve come to speak more words than I used to.

It was no longer a hassle for me to put my thoughts into words, whenever I wanted to say it, I said it as much as I wanted to.

But sometimes, if it’s better to communicate with my body, then there’s no other way. 

[hija-del-trueno]

Golden Hour

Anidala Week 2020|Day 5 - Song Inspired 

Author’s Note: This shelter at home got me to hear some new music that is way out of my usual...so I fell in love with Kacey Musgraves and this is what resulted. Please enjoy

It took awhile for Padme to get used to Coruscant. If the universe could peek into her world they would know that when she first moved to Coruscant to join the Galactic Senate she was homesick for about six months and would spend most of her nights crying. Naboo was nothing like Coruscant. 

The first time she went to Coruscant was when she graduated from the Apprentice Legislators program. Her and her young colleagues all received medals for becoming junior senatorial advisers and they got to meet Senator Palpatine. As they arrived, she remembered being scared of falling off the landing platform into the abyss of the lower levels. Padme would ask herself what was at the core of Coruscant. Where was the floor and what was it like? She never really cared to find out. 

Being the ecumenopolis that it was, Padme got lost in its artificialness. There were no green soft pastures, no roaring waterfalls, no flaura, and no fauna. Only skyscrapers and endless amount of speeders. The sky was filled with smog on any particular day and don’t get her started on the smells. It was perhaps the planet that never slept.

Eventually she realized she could not resolve anything with being homesick and decided to bring her home to her. She began making 500 Republica as much of Naboo as possible. It was rare that you would see her anywhere else after work, because she would immediately head for home and bask in her own little Naboo. 

But most recently Padme discovered something she absolutely loved about Coruscant. She was not sure how she had missed out on it before. Golden Hour. The period of daytime shortly before Coruscant Prime set. From her view, she saw the beautiful hues of soft yellow and orange glowing. It almost seemed like time stopped and the whole world bowed to the sun. 

“Doesn’t this remind you of something?” his husky timbre broke her from her reverie.

All that I know, is you caught me at the right time

“Mmm a lot of things,” she said as she leaned into his arms behind her.

Keep me in your glow

'Cause I'm having such a good time, with you

“Like what?” His cheek brushed against the side of her face. 

It was moments like these she cherished the most. The time between her initial excitement of seeing him again and the worry that would engulf when their time was running out. She’d jump his bones when he came to her and she would cry when he was leaving. But this time in between was precious. It was normal. The waking up together and having breakfast together. Learning all his intricacies. Like him sitting in a room and reading a data pad or watching the latest Podrace in his sleep garments. It was this normalcy that she enjoyed the most because it made her fall in love with all of him, even the most annoying parts.

And now it seemed routine to bask in golden hour with him, at least when he was back. They would usually lounge in the veranda, which she rarely ever liked to do in fear of being caught.

Don’t you know?

That you’re my golden hour, the color of my sky

By the gods was he more handsome in this glow! She had turned around in his arms to see his face. His wavy dirty blonde hair sparkled and his face looked more toned, chiseled in this light. Her hand hovered right by his cheekbone, almost scared that it would fade away.

“What?” He smirked, laughing at her inquisitiveness.

“You’re so handsome,” she whispered without hesitation. Padme knew she was beautiful, but she honestly felt so fortunate that her husband was just as beautiful.

“What? Me? Scruffy nerf-herder from Tatooine?”

“Yeah you,” now it was her turn to smirk. “I think you were wrong when you were a boy?”

Anakin’s face scrunched in confusion. “How was I wrong?”

“I think you were wrong about me being an angel. I think you are the one who is an angel”, she smiled. 

He bellowed with laughter. 

You've set my world on fire

And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright

He grabbed her face and kissed her. “You are making fun of me!”

“Haha never! I’d be much too frightened to tease a strong, powerful, Jedi, General of the war such as yourself.”

Anakin blushed, “Now you’re just throwing back all my immature one-liners back at me.”

The sun was setting in and twilight was emerging. She twisted out of his embrace and turned her head as she was walking back inside, “Well it worked didn’t it.”

I used to get sad

And lonely when the sun went down

Padme wondered if she could pinpoint when she first started to enjoy golden hour. But she couldn’t. She supposed it happened naturally. Prior to being married, Padme would work, work, and work. She would reread and rewrite her policy proposals and speeches and so forth. 

She knew she had a reputation of being boring and a prude. Her handmaidens sometimes pushed her to go to galas and ceremonies. She’d go and have such a dreadful time. Occasionally, she’d meet with Bail and Breha but soon enough she became the third-wheel. Now when Anakin was around she’d go with him and when Anakin would sense Obi-Wan was overbearing she’d invite both of them with her. 

But it's different now

'Cause I love the light that I've found, in you

Nights stopped being so lonely. Sometimes she’d cook and have a nice romantic dinner. Other times they’d sneak into a diner in the lower levels. 

She stole a glance at him. He had thrown his big legs and feet on her lap. 

“Are you uncomfortable? I’ll -“ 

“No! No, you’re fine,” she grabbed his legs before he tried to move them away. He looked at her surprised. 

“You’ve done an awful lot of staring today,” Anakin murmured. 

Padme huffed, “Can’t I stare at my husband. He’s only here for a limited time you know.”

Now it was Anakin’s turn to huff. “Well knowing you, I’m sure you’ll find some sneaky way to put yourself in the middle of the action with me.”

It was true. She could seldom sit still knowing Anakin would be away for so long and in constant danger. 

You make the world look beautiful,

I thought I'd seen it all before

But looking through your eyes

It looks like paradise

Something dawned on Padme at that moment. She understood why golden hour had become so important to her. It was because Golden Hour was him!

Everything of Golden Hour reminded her of Anakin. The sun shining in its biggest splendor, just like him. She had been to many planets, and had experienced many beautiful sceneries, but having Anakin topped even Naboo’s beauty. 

Now even Coruscant, became beautiful, because he was here on it with her. Anakin was the color of her sky. Many women would fall through attraction and sure, she was very attracted to him. But Padme unequivocally loved Anakin. Loved his sense of fun and adventure. Loved his bravery and his want to do kindness for those less fortunate. She loved his sense of wanting to learn and even his stubbornness and weak patience. He was the right amount of him, for the right amount of her. 

She had thought she was meant for duty and duty alone, but Padme had not been truly alive or as passionate until she met him again as a man. 

Considering golden hour didn’t last very long, she would hurry home everyday yearning to see the sun. As the sun set, Padme’s heart yearned for him, wherever he was, but she knew that soon he’d be back and everything would be alright. 

You're my golden hour

The color of my sky

You've set my world on fire

And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright

[mateasha]

rendevous 18.6y

summary: chikage shows up at the front door of MANKAI after disappearing from the face of the Earth for 3 years. itaru is not happy. fandom: a3 pairing: chikage x itaru word count: 5516 tags:  original characters for the sake of plot, friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, flashbacks, mentions of death, bad attempts at action, bad attempts at comedy

chapter 1: realizations He should be happy for him. Chikage is okay. Chikage is alive, and didn’t… just go somewhere and do god knows what, (which, well, he already did, didn’t he.) but at least it isn’t anything bad, he’s safe and sound and maybe the troupe members will be overjoyed to hear how he’s been doing...

Out of respect, no one has ever taken their spots in their respective troupes.

He observes him even harder from the lounge area in the office, a good break, he thinks, as he grinds some gacha game with his husbando, a little tired from staring at the stupidly “gendered” pink UI with the characters flying across the screen. 

He’s happy. He looks healthy— maybe skin even glowing brighter than ever.

And it’s good for him. It’s amazing to see how happy Chikage looked, “laughing” with his friends, almost heartwarming to see Chikage doing just fine. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s talented, strong, mentally adept, better than h—

He stops that train of thought immediately.

He was happy. So then Itaru should be happy. Even if he was that stupid, unromantic senpai that always was offstandish with just a bit unromantic caring for others when he felt like it.

At least, should be.

He watches as his coworkers walk around him, slinging their arms around each other in camaraderie, as one of them asks him out for drinks after picking up lunch. His smile is almost as wide as he remembers when he figured out Hisoka was alive. And innocent.

He watches Chikage and he doesn’t look back, walking into the elevator without him, because he works on this floor. It’s fine.

But it’s just so fucking funny, when all he wants is just another word, just a reason why he left without even asking Spring Troupe, or literally anyone else for help. He would even trade his life for Hisoka’s, even though he knows that wouldn’t make anyone happy. Well, maybe Chikage. He could go off into some sunset with him and run away from whatever responsibilities he wanted to not deal with. Like Itaru. Izumi. The others. 

He wants to scream out so bad, just for him to come back, but he can’t, like that stupid horror novel that made him feel like shit and all existential for no reason. He feels like he can talk to him about everything, in a sense. Which would make sense, of course, if they were still close. Roommates. But he could only do that in a world where Hisoka is still alive.

—

Chikage knows he’s here.

Why? 

Intuition.

Not really. He looks at him, but chooses not to “look”.

But when he sees his face, almost heartbroken, which is almost questionable. He wants to ignore him so bad. Just move on. Easier said than done, when every week you see him share out information with the company execs.  A Chikage-senpai, no more.

He wants to move on so bad.

But everytime he goes to bed, he can’t stop thinking. He crosses another day off the calendar, it’s been three years, almost three and a half years. 

He tears down his calendar. Who the fuck uses those anyways?

He tries to move on.

But of course, when you have something good, and it gets taken away, you want it back, right? You throw a tantrum like a little child at first, like a baby crying for their pacifier their mom took away from them. Then, you silence yourself, deny you ever wanted it in the first place. But you can’t stop wanting more, wanting it back. You yearn for it so hard that it hurts, almost twists your heart into a fucking pretzel, your stomach bubbling like the filter of the damn fish tank in your too-large-for-one-person office— thanks Boss, not complaining— but you can’t have it. You ignore it.

He knows he wouldn’t be able to deal with it again. It was all his fucking fault. He slams his hand on the desk again, before opening up his work computer.

His vision is hazy, like the only thing he can see is his hands, just a foot in front of him, trying to find his ground, but all that runs through his mind is, “it’s your fucking fault you idiot stupid you shouldve worked harder to protect everyone, cant even do that” it turns out harder than expected. 

But it’s not his first time at the rodeo, of course. He picks up the stack of paperwork, straightening it all into a neat little tower of paper, before typing away with a nasty scowl on his face.

He can’t accept this.

—

It’s his anniversary.

Chikage is on “vacation”. If your definition of “vacation” is sitting in a fancy car in suburban Tokyo, near Veludo Way. He already regrets his decision. Closure, my ass, he thinks to himself as he drives his car. 

He’d already picked up tickets to their show in a month. Itaru is the lead this time. He searched it up, but it seemed not to have anything that Spring Troupe would do. Minagi always changes it up. 

Maybe visiting his grave today wasn’t the best idea, Chikage asks himself with a slight melancholy in his inside head voice which he wants to shut up— so he tells it to shut up with its own voice (which of course, would never work, because he’s telling himself to 

shut up).

Chikage doesn’t know what to say. Do people speak out loud to their graves? No disrespect to them, but not for him.

In their head? He tries it, kneeling down a bit to the headstone, setting down a bag of marshmallows.

Hisoka. I don’t believe in God or reincarnation, or whatever religion. But I want to give the universe, no matter how little it cares, the benefit of the doubt. I hope you’re in nirvana, heaven, or reincarnated into some “cute” baby in whatever country, eating marshmallows. I never understood that. It’s not like I needed to. I guess. But wherever you are, I hope you’re up there. With August. 

He shakes his head, like a dog shaking off water, except instead of water, it’s a somber liquid covering him, coating him in some syrupy hotness that feels like the embodiment of orange with speckles of blue.

He gets up and turns around to head back to his car.

“...Utsuki. It’s been quite a while.” He pulls up the cuffs of his outfit.

 He’s not surprised to see him here. Arisugawa. He looks the same, the same haircut, the same outfit, same everything. He’s happy to see he’s been doing well.

“...I’m not surprised to see you here. You were his roommate, after all.”

“Yes, yes, indeed I was. Was is the word I want to put emphasis on.” It’s like he reminded himself of what happened. “Why? Why come back here after all this time?”

“I was just… reminded.” He straightens his back, as if it wasn’t straight in the first place, almost scoliosis levels of effort into “straightening” posture, as if to become more defensive.

“Are you going to interrogate me, at least? Inquire about the troupe? How well has it been faring?”

“... I don’t think I need to.” He’s reminded of the last time he went to watch a play. Around Christmas time— where he could take enough time off.

Minagi always does well. Sakuma is always just so passionate you can feel it through the character. Usui is always perfect, staring back at the Director in approval. Chigasaki… is…

He interrupts his own thoughts just to respond to Arisugawa, who’s been waiting for another word for 3 seconds at least. “I saw the play around Christmas. Well done. Very much so.”

“We are all aware Minagi-san always does an amazing job. Why, he is at the same level as me. But of course, I must come here and mourn every once in a while.” He walks past Chikage to look at Hisoka’s grave. “These marshmallows were his favorite brand, Chikage.”

“I know.”

A moment of silence ensues as Homare places a bouquet of anemone on the grave.

“Come back.”

“What?” Chikage is almost startled as he looks down at Homare, squatting at the grave.

“Come back.”

“You know I can’t.”

“You can, and you have always been able.” 

“I can’t. Arisu. What am I meant to say to everyone? ‘Oh, I left for 3 years, haha big surprise now I’m back!’ They’re them. I’m me. They don’t need me.” Chikage laughs nervously. Nervously? He calms his nerves— at least tries to, conflicted on what to do, because it’s been a while since he’s been like this.

“It’s what Hisoka would have wanted. We all need breaks.” The mention of Hisoka alarms Chikage, and makes his voice venom tipped.

“Don’t even try to bring up that fucking sleepyhead.”

“My, your language. This place is sacred.” He doesn’t even seem phased by his biting tone or his venomous words, just continuing to talk to him as normal— at least normal to him. “But you must admit… he would want you to keep acting. He was very, practically fully aware that you enjoyed what you did immensely.”

“I don’t care. It was good to talk to you again. See you around.” He storms off before Homare calls out for him again.

“Just… take this.” He hands him a card, Chikage acquiescing halfheartedly, already thinking about throwing away that flimsy card. “Call the number if you ever yearn for us too much.”

Chikage doesn’t say anything back— at least doesn’t feel the need to.

—

“Itaru?” The rest of the Spring Troupe knocks at his door, mostly Sakuya’s voice piercing through the little symphony of voices piping up just in an effort to wake up Itaru. (If he’s asleep of course— sleeping now to save energy for ranking all night.) “We have pizza?” Masumi looks at the noticeable lack of pizza in their hands, which, knowing Itaru, would make him close that damn door again.

Tsuzuru knocks on the door again, Izumi coming by, looking at them with a puzzled look on her face. “...Can I ask what you guys are doing or is it private?”

“Itaru hasn’t come out of his room in like… a week.” Tsuzuru takes out his phone to check the phone date to see if he’s actually not come out of his room for a week. “Yeah. A week.”

“And why is that surprising? He’s probably ranking.” Izumi almost has a visible question mark hovering over her head, that would be drawn over her if they were in an anime. “Although he should be working on his role… he is the lead after all.”

“Yeah, but I know that he has no thanking to do for this week!” Citron looks almost frustrated, going to the door to bang on it before Sakuya holds him back, calming him down. “I wanna play with him…”

“Ranking.” Tsuzuru mumbles through the word, correcting him.

“Ranking!”

Izumi parts them into two to make her way to the door, knocking harder. “Chigasaki! Get out of the room before I break in!” No response. “...Itaru?” Izumi grabs a keychain from her pocket, with the master key. “I’m coming in.” She unlocks the door quickly, opening the door, being blasted with a rank scent— the scent of body odor (which isn’t surprising now that he’s alone) but when it’s festered and accumulated for a month. Which is terrible considering he’s only been in there for a week.

“...Yes?” Itaru sits up in his loft bed. “...Oh.” He gets down from the loft bed, his hair almost matted to his face, with oil stains and chip crumbs all over his t-shirt. “...Hi.”

“Itaru.”

“Director…?”

“Take a bath. Come back here. We are going to talk, because you haven’t let it get this bad in a while.”

“...Whatever you say.”

When Itaru takes a shower, he doesn’t feel refreshed— rather just a clean feeling taking him with the same unidentifiable emotion. Probably a mixture of disappointment, discontentment, and self-loathing; which isn’t a particularly new mixture but it’s almost defeating this time, for no damn reason. Well, he does know the reason, but he refuses to acknowledge the idea, even entertaining it. Calling in sick to work because he just didn’t feel like going isn’t going to last forever, especially when He is practically his boss. He doesn’t want to get fired of course. He did just lose another job, so getting fired now isn’t the best idea.

Itaru picks up his phone on his way out of the bath, and turns on his phone to check his waifus this time, at first checking out his Best Girl. Humans are complicated, he says to himself, as he taps though some loading messages and downloading messages. He thinks back to work before getting interrupted by Izumi, who’s staring at him from inside his dorm, picking up trash and stuffing them into her makeshift trash bag, which is really just a plastic bag from the convenience store. “Itaru, come in. It’s your dorm after all.” He walks in unwillingly, hit by the smell he produced himself. He even wonders how he can take it.

Izumi wants to talk, he knows that much, as he feels the type of anxiety coming on when he gets the message, “we need to talk”. He hasn’t gotten it that often, but he does definitely freeze up. He definitely isn’t that stupid to not get a hint. Maybe. Izumi starts speaking after a moment of silence.

“So… Can we talk about this? You’ve never let it get this bad… even you have standards.” She glares at the side of the room that’s basically caked in chip bags, surrounded by an anime summoning circle made of chip crumbs. 

“Do I have to?”

“Listen… this can’t go on forever. Just… talk about it. My lips are sealed!” She “zips” her mouth shut and throws away the invisible key from her hands. Itaru knows she isn’t going to leave without an answer— which is just the type of person she is— determined for no good reason. He can’t understand why Izumi is still here, even “helping” him clean. Helping in quotation marks because Itaru’s splayed out on his couch, head hanging off an armrest.

He holds out his phone to tweet something on his streamer Twitter, like “sorry for not streaming i was sick” which is convincing, until he realizes Banri follows him. Fucking NEO. Whatever. He sends it anyway.

“Can you keep it down? I don’t know what emotion you’re gonna feel when I tell you whatever has gotten me so… down. But I know you’re gonna scream about it, which I don’t want to hear.” Itaru scrolls through his personal, looking at fanart of his main games staring at a couple to just appreciate the artistry. Talent.

“I told you. Lips are sealed!”

He adds a snarky tone to his voice. “Someone with their lips zipped together wouldn’t be able to talk.” Itaru smirks.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“LOL. Do you seriously, most definitely, want to hear me out?”

“Yes. Obviously? I’m cleaning your room just to buy myself time so you don’t kick me out.”

“Good strat. Whatever.” He goes to the training section, sacrificing some of his cards in the name of evolving his best girl. “I got laid off, remember?”

“Yeah.”

“And I got a new job, remember?”

“Mmmhm.”

“So I got hired as an assistant to this high up exec, which is like… hell yeah. Level up from that old company.”

“Didn’t you just get hired? I don’t think being absent for a week is a good look for your Refreshing Handsome Man persona. Trademark.”

Itaru laughs.“I— Well… Yeah? But I just didn’t want to go because of a certain person.”

“Do we have to beat someone up?”

“No. But guess who it was.”

“... Was it someone from highschool?”

“It was Chikage-san.”

“...Chika—“ Izumi puts her own hand over her mouth to shut herself up because of the up and coming scream that is about to pierce the skies.

“You heard me right.”

“...Yeah, I definitely did.” Izumi almost has a solemn tone, a tacit agreement of how they should be feeling about this.

“I just… I don't think I’m ready to see him. Mentally preparing for what shitshow might go on. Seeing him drained all my LP in a split second. And this week is me recharging, and a little more. Like I need it to overflow this time, like when I claim daily login quests for them.”

“Makes sense. Well… nothing you can do about it, right?” Izumi sounds a bit defeated, tying up the trash she’s picked up in the convenience store plastic bag, taking out another one and cleaning up again. “Just… deal with it till you can find a new job. Or… you could bring him back here. I want to— need to talk to him.”

“Mmm. I don’t want to do it.” Itaru sounds even more defeated, like he was born with that stupid Archeops abiltity. 50% HP lost already, and he’s not ready to lose that other half. “But if it comes to that… Sure. I’ll try. Not very hard of course.”

“Yeah, yeah, Itaru. You keep doing that.” She picks up some more trash before Tsumugi looks through the door. 

“Director-san?”

“Tsumugi?”

“Someone is at the door.”

“I’ll get it.” Tsumugi leaves quickly to his dorm. “Itaru. Finish cleaning. Get the broom and sweep that damn pile of chips. We can’t deal with another infestation. Sakyo is gonna get so mad at you and me, and we don’t want another wifi outage caused by him. Also… please remember the play. I know that we aren’t super close to opening night, but this one has to be one of our more intricate ones, okay? Study your role well.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ve been doing that in here too.” Itaru follows Izumi out of the room, heading to the lounge to grab the dustpan and broom lying in the corner of the kitchen. Itaru takes it, wondering how much money it would cost for Itaru to get a damn maid around here. 

But he wouldn’t want anyone to see his room, of course, as he gets almost scared of someone walking in, and seeing his shelf of games, and his cute and sexy gamer setup. Not the right choice of words, but it’s cute and sexy to him. (He also doesn’t want anyone to wash his body pillow of his waifu, or see it, matter of fact. Plus, he’s worked to make it so comfortable he can sleep instantly with it.)

Itaru heads back to his dorm, the door still open, sweeping up the chips, and spraying some damn Febreeze in there. Hawaiian breeze, or some other tropical scent will do. He hears frantic footsteps from the lounge, Izumi holding onto the doorframe.

“Itaru!” She stands up straight. “Chikage… is here. At the dorms with us.”

“What?” 

Chikage pops up behind her, with a small suitcase in hand. Less of popping up, but more of fully revealing himself behind her.

“Please don’t tell me he’s moving back in.”

—

Chikage is less than aware of the reasons he’s here, before regrouping himself and making some stupid mental list in his mind. Thanks, self-help/business book that his boss gave him. He leads up the events in his mind.

Chikage gets a call from the landlord of his apartment building. 

The landlord tells him that the rooms are flooded because some guy on the upper floor took such a big shit that it flooded the entire apartment complex. How does one even do that?

He is distressed. He goes to book a hotel.

All the hotel rooms are booked again.

Chikage, understandably, gets angry. He drives back to pick up some non-wet stuff. He can sleep in a car for a night.

He starts it up, and it doesn’t start. His car is broken.

He kicks the tire in frustration, and the side metal plate just falls off. He sighs in the ultimate defeat.

He now has nowhere else to stay— hotels are all booked and reserved for the waves of plays about to be released. His hideout is not an option— he doesn’t have much of a bed in there, or actual facilities he needs. No wifi.

Chikage is reminded of the conversation he and Arisugawa had back at… there.

He comes back with a damn Uber.

He sits down at the couch, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in more than frustration at what situation he’s gotten himself into, already regretting his decision.

Izumi runs back, opening the lounge door. “...Chikage-san!” She goes to the kitchen. “It’s… a pleasure to see you back here. It’s pretty late. Almost everyone has gone to sleep. Tea?”

“Sure. Lavender, thank you.” Chikage is fidgeting, which is super out of whatever character he plays, almost struggling to not have a tone when he says his next words. “I’d… hope no one else is awake.” He thinks back to Itaru, but forces the thought of him out. “How has it been?”

“Not the same without you and… yeah.” Izumi looks down at her own cup, the teabag soaking. “Why are you here anyways? You just… disappeared.”

Chikage swallows his pride for just a little bit longer. “My apartment is flooded. My stuff is fine but I can’t stay there for now. Every hotel is booked here. My car is broken because I’ve been forsaken. I can’t stay anywhere else. I need to stay here.”

“...Well… you’re always welcome here anyways. You’ll always be a part of us, even when you don’t think you are.” Izumi takes a sip of her now finished tea. “Well… I know this might be uncomfy but for now, our only open room is 103.” He gets flashbacks to the number, when he got assigned it the first time he came here. “I don’t want to put you in 205. Homare has been doing a lot of stuff in there ever since.” Izumi pauses. “...And I know how you might feel about it.”

“I see. Well… I’ll take what I can get, no?” He sighs. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” He takes a long sip of his lavender tea. Nothing has really changed, he observes, as he looks around slowly taking everything back in. The smell is even familiar, which might just be the smell of lavender tea, but he doesn’t really think so. But an air about it doesn’t have as much life as it used to— which he might attribute to the fact that it’s now 12:30 am, but he knows deep in his subconscious the real reason.

Izumi smiles wide. “Great. I’ll lead you there. Itaru is cleaning right now.”

—

Yes, it is awkward, Itaru confirms to himself— something he doesn’t even need to do when Chikage is literally just typing away at his computer, as Itaru fiddles with his phone up in the air, playing some new KniRoun thing. Great. Lancelot is idly whacking at some large dragon on his phone screen, while Chikage’s loud typing begins to fill up more and more of his headspace until Itaru finally gets over the air that’s as thick as butter. “Can you type… quieter? Please?”

Fuck. That is not how he meant to say it. “...sure.” Itaru is surprised, doing a little “Oh.” to himself. He expected more resistance, especially with his tone.

Chikage can almost feel Itaru’s eyes burn into the back of his skull, which would almost be fitting for him and those damn carnelian eyes. “If you want me to leave, I can leave. I understand you have to do that ranking thing, or whatever.”

“Don’t act like you care, Utsuki.” Itaru just keeps fumbling with his tone, always going a little too biting. Which he should probably stop, when he’s basically talking to his boss. Technically. Not really his boss, because he’s been appointed to Chikage. They’re supposed to be working together. But it’s not like Chikage has power in a setting that is now his. He’s in Itaru’s domain. “You never cared about my ranking in the first place.”

“Can we fucking not today? Be happy I’m even dealing with you.”

Itaru shuts up immediately. He isn’t going to do this today. Or ever. He turns on his side to try to ignore whatever that cabbage head is doing on his laptop. But he doesn’t. He looks at the laptop, already looking for hotels to stay at, and sending out emails, with some decryptor on the side. Itaru isn’t one for confrontation. He knows he’s less than welcome with Chikage’s presence— which he can’t understand.

But Itaru is already tired— be it from the event that just happened, or the fact that it’s 1 am. Which is baby hours for him. He goes to do some final things, use his stamina, the sorts, and lets his body drift away.

—

Itaru wakes up midday, as usual for a weekend, and for some reason, Chikage is still there, typing away. He climbs down from his loft bed, stretching a bit and going to turn his computer on. 

It seems like a normal weekend to Itaru, except for the fact that he’s here now. For whatever reason.

“Have you been awake this entire time?”

“...What’s it matter to you?” Chikage doesn’t even look back or stutter in his typing.

“Nothing, I was just wondering. Jeez.” Itaru doesn’t even want to try to fight back with the man who could snap his neck in 0.5 seconds. He walks out into the atrium, heading to the kitchen to grab some food from Omi, who had probably covered some leftovers from breakfast in plastic wrap, and probably already getting lunch ready.

“Itaru. Good morning to you!” Omi speaks to Itaru from the counter, giving him a smile.

“Thanks.” He grabs the leftover breakfast for a nice brunch.  Izumi comes through the door with some bags of groceries for the next week.

“Itaru! Let’s talk later, okay? Practice is soon. We don’t want you to be absent this time. As the lead, you have the most importance for the play, and we need you to—“

“I know. I’ve been studying this role, okay? I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it.” 

“And that’s why we should talk.” Izumi looks serious again, the look she gave him last night when cleaning his dumpster room. “It’s nothing serious. Just sit down here.”

“I have things to attend to, Director.” Itaru looks smug, and walks towards the door, plate in hand. 

“I swear it’ll be quick!”

“Can’t we just do it in my room? Omi is here, and if it’s so serious, we should talk about it in a private place.”

“You’re gonna be distracted if we do it in your room. Just follow me to mine.”

“Ugh…” He walks over to Izumi, and follows her to her room, pulling out a chair for Itaru and she sits on her bed. “So…?”

“So… guess what…” Izumi’s voice is light, like she’s trying to break something to him slowly but surely.

“Don’t tell me. Is he going to be staying for a while?”

“...Damn.”

“You have to be kidding me, Izumi. Like I can’t believe you would do this to me. Rooming me with my boss.” He puts his back over the chair he’s sitting in, like a standard damsel in distress, woe is him. “Woe is me! All I know is pain and suffering.” 

“You might be an actor but that was not an opening night performance.” Izumi laughs. “It might be for a while so bear with me. It’ll be until at least closing night.”

“... At least closing night?” Itaru is confused. “Why does he even need to stay in here?”

“Well… His apartment is flooded. Some guy took a fat shit in the toilet on the upper floors and now his apartment is flooded with toilet water. Hotels are booked for a while, Godza n’ all the other performances. People do book hotel rooms months in advance here.”

“Well, that’s tough. Why not put him with Homa—“ He stops and realizes what he’s going to say. “Oh.”

“Right.”

“Well, can’t he drive? Like… to a place with hotels?”

“Well, his car is broken. Listen, even if he did get it fixed, it’s the least we can do for him. He tried his best, Itaru. Everyone… grieves differently and it’s not in our place to judge him, no? Even if it was self-destructive…”

“Yeah, by hurting us? That’s his grief? Why’d you even let him stay? He doesn’t act, he wouldn’t do shit around here. Do you think he’ll come back? After three and a half years, no goodbye, just a complete disappearance? I don’t see how you can forgive some old cabbage head like that. He’s not even part of MANK—“

“Itaru, can you shut the fuck up? Like, actually.” Itaru immediately shuts up in almost prey-like fear. ”You of all people should know what it felt like when he left, and after everything that went down.” Izumi is absolutely fuming, like steam is coming out of her ears, getting up and turning away and looking at the bookshelf. “Do you know what it feels like? I worked so hard for this— to build this up from when it was failing to a place where we can stay and lean on each other and you… you of all people should know what the hell that feels like.”

“Izumi, I—“ He gets up, reaching out for a bit.

“I’m not finished.” Izumi is tearing up and getting more red by the second, like she’s going to burst. “How do you think I feel about all this? Chikage is back. It’s overwhelming, Itaru. It reminded me of Hisoka, and what would MANKAI be if he was still here but he isn’t. He’s not back. He won’t ever, and when we find an old member like Chikage, I will always accept him back in, even if he’s not committed to the acting gig. It’s almost like we’re completing ourselves again.”

“I understand that, but—“ Itaru can barely get a word in.

“He’s staying there. I don’t want any backtalk from you, Itaru. Have a good evening.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just go.” She sits back down, her back turned to Itaru as he walks out.

Itaru feels bad. I mean, who wouldn’t, but he didn’t expect Izumi to take it that hard. Itaru has every right to say that he doesn’t want him in his room, feeling no remorse for making Izumi almost cry from pure anger, walking slowly back to the room. Omi stares at him as he goes through the kitchen. 

“...Food?”

“Nah. Not hungry, I want some chips.”

“Don’t overindulge. It’s almost dinner anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks Omi.”

He walks out of the kitchen and back to his room, still thinking about Izumi. Izumi is angry. Izumi is more than angry at him and it was because of him— which has never happened before and he is distraught. 

He walks back into the room and no one is there. Bless. Today his room feels a bit more lonely, even though there’s more stuff in it, looking to his left to see the duffel bag of clothes with his desk underneath the loft bed already set up with tons of electronics. What is he even doing? He takes a look at Chikage’s stuff before he comes back.

Another laptop? A walkie-talkie… and the thing that catches his eye the most is a picture of MANKAI, and behind that, a picture of Hisoka and Chikage. Itaru remembers taking this photo, looking closer at it. Okay, now he really feels bad, he thinks as he looks at the photo more and more.

If he missed us that much then why didn’t he come back?

The door opens and he shuffles as fast as he can to the couch, posing in one of the most awkward positions.

“...H-hey, Utsuki-senpai.”

“Hm.”

He quickly walks past, suspiciously looking at Itaru as if he was a cat that pushed something off a desk while their owner was gone. Itaru quickly skitters to his desk, starting up his computer. The room feels a bit more lively with both of them in it, even if they’re both just trying to ignore each other, something within the room metamorphosing, like something is changing. He shakes the thought out of his head quickly before he slumps into his chair to get into the Gamer Position (trademarked by Itaru himself) and getting his software up.

Itaru needs to stream today. Not really— he didn’t announce anything, but he has to feed his fans some sort of content. He gets ready to film something, anything. He picks a random game and starts filming a bit, Chikage in the room completely tuning Itaru out and vice versa. 

Chikage slowly drifts off to sleep for once, but this time, it’s a deep sleep. chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6