#this was a good way to put it into action heheh

[plinchy]

Storm song and gift shopping !!

It's late, but my second drawing for 12 days of yurimas .. it's just a bunch of doodles again.

Extra doodles of noel trying to shop below

[skzdust]

Chan's Throne

Kinktober Day 31: Free space

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

So I've done Kinktober very sporadically... but this is my fic for the free space day! Chan on a throne... ugh this picture had me so inspired. Huge thank you to @palindrome969 for the "king Chan" comment too hehehe, and for beta reading. Enjoy!

Summary: King Chan fucks you on his throne.

Pairing: King! Bang Chan x afab reader

Includes: riding, oral (m recieving), Minho appearance, "baby", "good girl"

Word count: 800

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

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“Mm, yeah.” Chan sighed. “That’s it, baby.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on his cock, heavy on your tongue as you leaned against the bottom of his throne. You sucked on the head a little, and he moaned. “God, baby, so good.”

“Your Highness?” You breathed, pulling back a little and opening your eyes.

His hand gently ran through your hair. “Yeah?”

You leaned into the touch. “I wanna ride you.”

“Ride me?” Chan lifted his eyebrows. “On my throne?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” He mumbled, his hand tugging gently on your hair. “Say please?”

You whined. “Please.”

He smiled. “You always beg so pretty. Yes, you can ride me, hard.”

“Thank you, your highness.” You lifted up your skirt, which Chan had specifically requested you not wear anything underneath, and climbed onto his lap, facing him.

His hand found its way behind your neck, his fingers rubbing little circles into your scalp. You closed your eyes, and he pulled your mouth to his.

The kiss was deep, and Chan quickly made it fiery, biting at your bottom lip with rough teeth. You opened your mouth to moan, and his tongue quickly found its way in, pushing at yours, pushing you.

At the same time, he reached under your skirt, running his hands along your thighs as you shuddered and whined before he pushed two fingers inside of you. You sighed, the penetration felt good, but you needed more.

You needed him.

He interpreted that sigh correctly, and pulled back with a low laugh. “Does my baby want my cock in that wet little hole?”

You nodded, putting on big eyes and biting your lip just a little bit. You didn’t want to overdo it. “Yes, your highness.”

“Good,” He murmured. “Good.” He took his fingers out, wiping them on your thigh, before resting both of his hands casually on the arms of the throne. “I told you you could ride me, I want to see you get to work.”

You swallowed, your whole body on fire. “Yes, your highness.”

You lined yourself up with him, and after a few tries, his unfairly large cock slid into you. It felt like it might push into your lungs as you seated yourself properly on his lap. You braced your hands on his shoulders and began to bounce up and down, fucking yourself on him, pushing the air out of you with every thrust.

“Perfect.” He mumbled. That, the slight blush on his cheeks, and the way his eyes hungrily surveyed your body were the only signs he was affected by your actions.

And that just made it hotter. It felt so dirty to be fucking on the throne, Chan’s throne, the seat from which he ruled the kingdom. Hell, it was still within his work day, this had just been the most convenient place to sneak away to after his meeting.

There was a loud knock, and you looked over your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as the large door to the throne room swung open.

Chan grabbed your chin and pulled it towards him, although his eyes were on the door. “Eyes on me, baby.” Louder, he said, “Minho! What brings you in?”

Minho, Chan’s top advisor on matters of foreign relations, probably wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important. You stopped moving and tried to look back again, but Chan’s grip on your chin tightened. “I didn’t say to stop.”

You slowly began to rock back and forth on his cock again as Minho started to explain something about another nation and a trade pact they were proposing.

“One moment, Minho.” Chan interrupted him. He pulled your head close to his, growling in your ear. “I said hard.”

You whined involuntarily and obeyed his order, going faster.

“Apologies, please go on.”

Minho kept going, and you kept going, the whole time drawing closer and closer to orgasm. “Please, your highness, Chan, can I cum?”

“No.” He said dismissively. “Go on, Minho.”

“I can come back later.” Minho said awkwardly.

“No. I want you to watch her lose it.”

You could hear the smirk in Minho’s voice. “I’m not about to complain at that offer.”

Chan muttered in your ear, “Would you like that, baby? For Minho to watch you edge yourself on my cock?”

You nodded, the thought almost enough to send you over the edge.

Almost.

You stopped moving right as you reached the edge of your climax.

“Good girl.” Chan praised. “Minho, tell her she’s a good girl.”

You heard Minho take a step on the polished floor. “Can I—”

“Go ahead.”

Minho gently pulled your face to look at him. You were teary from the lost orgasm, your face red and slightly sweaty.

“Beautiful.” Minho said, then looked to Chan. “Yeah, she’s a good girl. Let her cum this time.”

Chan smiled. “We’ll see.” He looked back at you. “Again, I didn’t say you could stop.”

[maxillness]

🇩🇪 || Praises And Babies || SV5 x wife!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (f), nipple play,

Wordcount: 1.5k

Request: okay so after winning his 3rd wdc, reader asks seb to put a baby in her heheh so breedkink seb x praisekink reader and seb doing both jobs perfectly. also some fluffy aftercare at the end if its okay

It’s stated reader has an accent, but not which one

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It was the downfall of the race when Seb dropped from fourth to last in one lap. Everyone was on their toes during the whole race

But as good as Seb was, he finished in sixth, which was just enough for him to win his third Championship

“I love you so much, baby” She said, jumping in his arms, hugging him tightly. She pulled back from the hug, only to kiss him hard, which startled him a bit

“Ich liebe dich” He said back, once she pulled away

As they drove back to the hotel, his hand could not leave her. Didn’t matter if it was as simple as holding her hand, or as roughly as grabbing her inner thigh tightly

They waked into the lobby holding hands, it was nothing unusual. It was when they got in the elevator it got unusual

He stood behind her, his arms snaked around her body, planting small kisses on the bare skin on her neck

“What’s going on with you?” She chuckled, feeling his thumbs tracing small circles on her sides

“Nothing. I’m just showing I love you. Can’t I do that?” She would have said yes, if it wasn’t for the way he had started sucking on her skin, making her whimper

“I love you. You’re so fucking pretty” He licked over the few marks he had made, soothing the stinging sensation he had caused

“Seb… If you’re horny, just say so” She said, loving the way his tongue felt on her neck

“You know I always am” He chuckled into her neck, kissing her cheekbone as the doors opened on their floor

He held her waist as she unlocked the door to their room. They walked in and closed the door after them

She could barely take second before she was pushed up against the door, pushing all the air out of her lungs

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, lips grazing over her own

“You know I always am” She chuckled, put her hands on his waist, pulling him closer, their lips meeting each other

“Good” He gave her one last peck on the lips before he went down to his knees

His hands went under her skirt, pushing it further up her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders as he slid her panties down her legs, letting her step out of them before throwing them to the side

“So fucking wunderschön” He smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lifted her leg on his shoulder

“Seb… Please” She whined, throwing her head back against the door, closing her eyes

Her pleads were cut short as his tongue darted through her folds, collecting the wetness that was already starting to pool out of her

He drew out a moan from her when he went over her clit “Fuck, baby. Just like that” She grinding lightly against his tongue, wanting more pressure

One of his hands pushed her hips lightly against the door, holding her still, while his other hand slowly crept up her leg toward her cunt

Her moans got louder as he started flicking her clit with his tongue, and it didn’t help his ring and middle finger were teasing her entrance

“Baby, please. I need you so bad, please” He loved the way he could have her be a moaning mess, just by his tongue and teasing her entrance

He slowly pushed in his fingers, making her moans shutter and become breathy “Sebastian… Please” Her accent made his name 10 times hotter to hear

He gave into her pleads and started moving his fingers in a rapid fast pace, curling his fingers in the mean time, drawing out all kinds of lewd noises from her

“Fuck, Seb, please. I’m so close. Fuck” Her thighs had slowly started shaking, her knees starting to feel like jelly

He did nothing to stop his actions. He looked up at her, loving the way he was the only one who could get her like this. Fucked out, moaning mess, begging

“Sebastian… Fuck, I’m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she came around his fingers with a high-pitched, lewd moan

“So good for me” He said, kissing her inner thigh, soothing her back down from her orgasm. He slowed his fingers down before coming to a stop and pulling them out of her

He softly took her leg down from his shoulder, standing back up, towering over her “Look so fucking beautiful like this” She whimpered at his words, seeing how her wetness dripped down from his lips

He pressed their lips together, meeting in a soft and tender kiss “I’ve been thinking” He mumbled into her lips as she kept kissing him, not wanting to let go “Kids… Bet you would look so fucking hot pregnant”

“Definitely. You deserve it” She mumbled, starting to guide them over to the bed

His hands went to her skirt, pulling it down before laying her gently on the bed. His hands went under her top ass well, pulling it off her, leaving her just in her bra

“‘S not fair. You have so much clothes on” She whined, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt

“Of course. You’ve been such a good girl” He said cheekily, pulling his shirt off

Her hands went on his body immediately. Touching everything she could. His shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his chest, his abdomen

Her hands traveled down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he slapped her hands away “Please. I need you”

“I know, baby. I know. I just want to appreciate you” His lips went to her stomach, starting kiss feather soft kisses along her body

His hands went behind her back, unhooking her bra. As he had gotten it off of her, his lips traveled up her body up to her breasts

His lips went to her right nipple, while his hand went to the other, toying with them both, drawing out whimpers from her, arching her back up into his mouth

“Please, baby, please. I’m begging you, please. I want you inside of me. Please, I’ve been a good girl. I want your cum inside of me” She pleaded, a hand going through his hair

Her words had stirred something inside of him. He didn’t want to appreciate her anymore, he just wanted to be inside her, see if she was falling apart beneath him

He pulled away from her, drawing out a whine from her, letting her back fall back onto the bed

He quickly got off the bed, unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants down as well as his boxers

He settled back in between her legs. He pumped himself a few times before lining up with her entrance, making her whimper

He pushed into her slowly, drawing out a long moan from her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing him further into her

He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of her neck

“You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me. Meine perfekte Frau” My Perfect wife he His words sent a blush down her whole body as he started moving slowly in and out of her

“Faster… Harder… Please” Her words were slurred as she dug her nails into his back, dragging them up and down, leaving marks

He gave into her, thrusting faster and harder into her. The only sounds filling the room were skin-against-skin and their mixed moans and groans

“Sound so perfect. Love your fucking sounds” He groaned as she clenched around him “Gott, you feel so good around me”

She could already feel her second orgasm rising to her body “Seb… I’m close, please” Her rapid clenching around him pulled him closer to the edge

“Just wait a little bit, hunny. Think you can do that for me?” He asked, kissing the bare skin on her shoulder

She could only nod in response, too fucked out at by feeling his cock starting to twitch inside her

His thrusts started getting sloppy, indicating his near orgasm “Come for me, schatzi” His words sent her over the edge, coming for the second time

A few thrusts later, and he came deep inside her. He rode out their orgasm before pulling out of her and quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, fucking his cum into her, making sure nothing would slip out of her

She was absolutely exhausted when he slipped his fingers out of her. He captured her lips in a soft kiss

“You’re always so good for me” He mumbled, kissing down her body “I love you so much, baby” She only hummed at his words, too tired to let any words out

“Wanna shower? They have a tub” He said, smiling against her skin. She agreed, but had a hard time to get up from the bed

[frickyeahfanfic]

〉the enemy of my enemy

chapter 3 - ambush.

ethan hunt x f!reader 》 read chapter 1 here! summary: You’re alone. Prague is the first real lead you’ve had on VANTAGE since everything went haywire—and you’re not about to let some fancy IMF agent ruin your shot. But when Ethan Hunt intercepts you mid-mission, everything spirals. word count: 2720 tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, FAKE MARRIED TROPE !!! hehehe warnings: some fighting. a/n: had to fit some more explanations here. guys this is a slow cooker burn btw.

PRAGUE. UNKNOWN HOTEL -> VACLAV HAVEL AIRPORT,  07:10 HOURS.

"I’m shocked you’re not handcuffing me to the bed. You’re getting soft, Agent Hunt," you say loud enough for him to hear your final words for the night.   He doesn’t laugh. But his mouth twitches like he wants to. 

Light seeps through the windows to your left and you open one eye, and immediately shut it. 

How is it already morning?

You can’t remember the dream you had last night, but you know it was tense. You rub your jaw, attempting to relieve the tension from clenching it in your sleep. 

Now your memory is catching up to you. You’re in a random hotel room, sleeping on a stiff bed sponsored by the IMF, and you’re wearing the newest Ethan Hunt designer loungewear. 

You’re not alone. 

You sit up in bed quickly, propping yourself on your arms. Across the room, you can see the agent slouched on the sofa, computer light casting a green glow on his face. 

He’s sleeping, and you can’t help but stare at him. You get up off the bed and take the blanket off of your shoulders. 

That wasn’t there when you fell asleep. You ignore it, maybe not wanting to believe someone as closed-off as Hunt would do something for his “hostage”. 

Your bare feet pad quietly across the wooden floors, and you stand over him, like the way he stood over you when it was your turn on the computer last night. 

His dark hair was tousled around his head. He had discarded the white button down and only had his tank undershirt on. Your eyes traced down his arms, rippling with muscles and scarred from hundreds of missions. Geez. How strong was this guy? Wrinkles crease his forehead and around other parts of his features, making you wonder how many late nights he’s pulled for missions, how many faces he’s seen disappear behind gunfire. 

Just the sight of his seasoned face, and body, made you feel inexperienced. Younger. You had your fair share of fights and missions your private agency had you do, but nothing was compared to the wringer that the IMF put Hunt through. 

A part of you was jealous of his discipline. A part of you feared that one day you’d be like him. Cold. Calculated. Detached. At least that’s what you thought of him after reading his classified file. 

But he spared your life. He gave you some of his own clothes to borrow for the night. And the blanket, well maybe he just didn’t want to have to drag around a rogue agent with a cold. 

Your eyes dart to the computer. It was on, but only had a blank terminal window open. The chip was on the table next to it, and for a brief moment, you thought about grabbing it and getting away. 

What purpose would that serve you? Where would you go? You could certainly make your way to the coordinates. And then what? You think you could take down VANTAGE… alone?  You could manage. But it would be a suicide mission. So many risks, but you didn’t have much to lose. Letting VANTAGE win, however, could be catastrophic for millions of lives. 

You look back at Ethan Hunt. As painful as it was to your ego, maybe it was a good thing you crossed paths with him. 

Maybe two agents, with different scars, different methods, and very different pasts could want the same ending. 

And maybe working with him wasn’t a sign of weakness. 

It was strategy. Survival. 

His chest rose and fell steadily with sleep, arms crossed, and posture still somewhat half-alert even when resting. Of course. Always ready for action. 

You manage to peel away from him and spot a coffee maker in the corner by the microwave. As you start preparing some, you can hear a tired groan from the couch. 

“Did you get your beauty sleep?” 

Back turned, you miss his second groan. One of annoyance. 

In moments, he’s up and at it. He grabs his phone and takes a call, moving over to the dresser to grab a change of clothes. 

“Benji…. yes we’re awake.” 

A long pause. 

“Okay. Got it. We’ll meet you over in Marseille…. no, I think we’ll be okay without. See you soon.” 

Click. 

You turn around with two coffee mugs in your hands and make your way over to Hunt, who is busily finding something suitable to wear.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you tease, handing him a mug. 

He holds out a hand. “No thanks. I don’t do coffee in the mornings.” 

Ugh. You felt like an idiot, but you hid your irritation. “Fine. I do. Because I’m human,” you say, taking a sip. 

“Be ready to go in thirty. We’re going to the airport.” 

You scoff. “Well I’d hope so. Sitting in a car for fifteen hours with you would be one hell of a ride.” 

Hunt storms to the bathroom. “Get ready.” 

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As you watch Hunt pack the last of the essentials, which obviously included a gun, not sure how he was going to get that through security, a backpack with a few things, and a black folder, you can’t help but think of your belongings that were in your hotel room in Prague. 

Bye stolen VANTAGE computer. 

You were basically IMF property now, but luckily they give their agents all the good stuff. 

Knock knock. 

Both of you freeze and look at the door. Suddenly two masked men burst into the hotel room. 

“Down!” Hunt shouts and dives behind a corner. 

Glass shatters as bullets rip through the air, and you duck behind the couch. You’re simultaneously calculating your next move and wondering who found you two. As you’re on the ground, you spot your tranquilizer bangle just a few feet away that you took off last night. 

You snag it quickly, unclasp it, and look behind, just as one of the men comes around to you. Launching off the ground, you tackle the gun out of his hand and in one motion, stab the tranquilizer in his neck. It’s effect isn’t immediate, but he’s already swaying, ineffectively swinging punches in your direction. You sweep your leg underneath him and deliver one final blow to his head, knocking him unconscious. 

Hunt is busy with the other man, they're both wrestling to the death. He hits the ground, but you see him slide his hand across the ground and grab a thin knife hidden under the rug. He tries to stab his attacker, but the mercenary notices and kicks it out of Hunt’s hands. 

You swear under your breath and grab the gun by the coffee table from the man you just took down, and aim it at the mess of arms and legs. 

There’s no way in hell I’m getting a clean shot. As much as Hunt’s attitude made you want to shoot him, you needed him. 

You quietly sneak behind them and grab the knife that had skidded to the door. In moments, you’re on the man’s shoulders, yanking him backward. You plunge the knife into his chest and he collapses on the ground, crushing you behind in the process. 

But he’s out. And both you and Hunt are alive. 

“About time you jumped in,” Hunt wheezed. You can see some bruise marks on his neck. 

You open your mouth to refute, but he cuts you off. “We gotta get out of here. Come on.” 

He grabs the backpack and you both run out the door, leaving the wreckage behind. As you’re running out the hotel, Hunt turns to you. “Where’d you learn to do all that?” 

You smirk devilishly. “You think I’m just a pretty face?” 

He can escape two armed mercenaries, but can’t figure out how to escape your attitude. 

The car from last night is safely parked in the hotel lot. “Get in,” he demands. 

Before he pulls out of the lot, he hands the backpack to you. “Change. Now.” 

“Can you stop bossing me around?” 

Hunt steps on the gas pedal, eyes full of rage. “Can you tell me how they found us?” 

You swallow dryly. It might not have been your fault that your location was compromised, but deep inside you knew someone was tracking that chip. And you were probably the one to raise the alarm. 

Inside the bag, there’s a short blonde wig and some oversized sunglasses. You slip them on over your head. You’re about to make a snarky comment when you remember Hunt’s fury. This wasn’t the time to accuse Ethan Hunt for having a thing for blondes. 

There’s a hoodie and baseball cap at the bottom of his bag, and he puts both on, while steering towards the airport. Well, that’s probably the least impressive thing he could do. 

At the airport, you follow Hunt to an obscure terminal. 

“Uh, we have no boarding passes,” you say under your breath as you trail behind him. 

Man, you feel like a child. No clue what the plan is, still in Hunt’s pants, and your disguise is held together by a fake wig.

Without missing a beat, Hunt pulls a phone from the hoodie, not the one from before, this one is a smartphone, never thought he’d upgrade.

 He taps the screen a few times, then holds it out to show you two digital boarding passes.

“Claire and James Peterson?” You laugh. “We’re a married couple.” 

Hunt stuffs the phone back. “Try not to look like you hate me, then.” 

“No promises.” 

As you head up to security, Hunt dials a number. 

“Benj, yeah. We’re at security….. yes I have one on me.” 

You can hear the voice on the other line but can’t make out any words clearly. 

Hunt walks up to security, still on the phone, and right as he’s about to pass through, he says “Now.” He smoothly tosses the phone into a bin with his backpack that has a semi-automatic pistol inside, and then walks through the scanners. 

No alarm. 

You were confiscated of your weapons and don’t have anything on you besides the wig, and you walk through without any sirens going off. 

As you join Hunt's side again, you exhale, not realizing the whole time you were holding your breath. 

“How did-” 

“Customs, quickly. We’re going to miss our flight,” he says. 

He reaches down and interlocks his hand with yours, and you freeze. 

Hunt whispers in your ear. “We’re a married couple, remember?” 

Realization hits, and you relax slightly, enough to go where he tugs you. At the customs desk, you both force grins and show the bored security agent your flight passes, and out of nowhere, Hunt pulls out two passports, both that match your identities. 

You’re not even going to ask where he got a passport printed. Probably more IMF magic. 

After successfully passing customs, you’re both walking briskly, hand in hand to the gate. There’s no one waiting except for the gate workers, but the plane is still on the ground. In just under a minute, Hunt scans both of your boarding passes, and you’re on the plane. 

The flight attendant when you walk in barely glances at your disheveled getup, oversized clothes, and the obvious fact that you and your “husband” are panting like you just ran a marathon. She smiles politely and points you towards the back of the plane. 

You slide into the row and sit, and only then does Hunt let go of your hand. You slump back, finally able to catch your breath. He doesn't relax a single muscle. 

“Y/l/n. How did they find us? Was it the chip?” 

You tilt your head up and look at the air conditioning controls. “I don’t know for sure. But yes, probably. I must have sent out some signal once I logged in.” 

Hunt shakes his head slightly and leans closer to you. 

“You said you wrote the encryption, You didn’t think for a second that they’d plant a tripwire on it?” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “I didn’t say I wrote all of it. I designed the base structure of the security measures. They must have added the tracking mechanism later. VANTAGE isn’t stupid.” 

Ugh. This was so embarrassing. You burrow your face in your hands. “Now they know I’m still alive.” 

“What?!” Hunt struggles to keep his voice down. 

“I mean, I’m fairly certain they thought I was dead. They sent a kill team to my safe house right after I walked away. I handled it. Scrambled their comms, forged the exit signal. As far as anyone inside VANTAGE knew, mission complete. Rogue asset neutralized.”

You pause, fiddling with the clip of the metal seatbelt. 

“I’m sure after I betrayed them they started taking heavy safety precautions, but VANTAGE is everywhere.” 

“What are they after?” Hunt asks. 

You grimace slightly. “They’re embedding themselves into the global server infrastructure. Quietly hijacking the backbone of our modern life. Military systems, financial networks, power grids, hospitals, even global comms. If they can get control of all the relay servers, they can hold the world hostage.” 

He’s silent, listening intently. Guess the IMF didn’t brief him this far. Actually it would be insane if they did. Only you knew of the true plans of VANTAGE because the leader, well. He only told them to you. 

“If they get access to the servers, they could threaten a blackout, trigger a financial crash, release sensitive medical and personal data. Creating chaos, and offering their own ‘secure’ systems as the only solution. It would be terrible for the average person. They’d lose all of their data, their documents, their livelihood. For the world, other countries could get access to the other’s military systems. Start wars in the blink of an eye.” 

Your eyes glanced nervously at Hunt’s backpack. “You left the chip in the hotel, didn’t you?”

Hunt nods. 

“Good. We have all the information we need anyways. Hopefully we’ve lost anyone tracking us for the next bit.” 

You let go of your seatbelt buckle and drop your hands into your lap. It was so relieving to finally tell someone what you’ve known, and not have it blow up in your face. 

Your eyes met Hunt’s green ones. For a moment, you can see a hint of trust in them. Like he actually believes what you just told him.

He doesn't speak right away. He’s just processing still. The story. What’s at stake. Clearly he just thought his mission was grabbing some arbitrary chip then leaving. He’s in slight disbelief that the person right next to him might be the only good person alive who knows what VANTAGE is planning. 

“Marseille,” he finally says. 

You raise a brow. 

“One of the coordinates. There’s a facility near the docks. Underground. We tracked the other coordinates, two were bogeys and the other two were much further. It’s our next stop. 

You nod, thinking of what the facility is going to be like. Total lock down. High security. Almost impossible to get in. You didn’t think you’d make it this far.

“If it’s a relay node,” you say cautiously, “it's bound to be crawling with VANTAGE security.” 

Hunt meets your gaze now. “We’ll figure it out.” 

“Easier said than done. Hope you have more than just charm and a pistol.” 

You swear you see a small grin on his face. You also have had barely any sleep in the last 24 hours. 

“You’ll see,” he says. 

You roll your eyes, but the smile that creeps onto your face is hard to fight. Maybe it’s adrenaline still coursing through your body, or maybe it’s the feeling of someone actually keeping pace with you. For once, you’re actually feeling… hopeful. Like you don’t have to do this alone. 

The plane begins to take off, engines roaring as Prague blurs into motion. You sneak a glance once more at Hunt. He’s focused, jaw tight, most definitely running through an insane plan in his mind. 

He notices you looking at him but doesn’t turn his head. All he says is, “get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” 

You glance out at the rising sun through the small oval window. Marseille is waiting. 

And you’re starting to believe you might actually stand a chance.

Which means VANTAGE is going to try harder to kill you both.

》 chapter 4

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[everettswritings]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do little!shadow milk cookie x cg!reader? Like imagine shadow milk cookie is regressed and being fussy and pouty, so reader decides to cheer him up my ticking him. Also you can choose what made him so fussy!

I absolutely can, that’s adorable! I’ve never really thought of little!Shadow Milk before, but that’s probably because all of the agere requests I’ve gotten of him are CG! requests. Is it just me, or do Little!Readers always get more fics? I’m not complaining, it’s just a pattern thing. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

“No, baby! You can keep playing later, right now it’s nap time.” You scolded lightly, trying to remove the toy from your little one’s grasp. He huffed and held it closer, pouting and puffing up his cheeks.

“No!” He shouted, kicking his feet at you when you tried to grab his toy again. You sighed, he was always so hard to deal with whenever he decided to throw a tantrum. You kneeled down to his level, “You’re getting tired and cranky, sweetheart. Come on, you’ll feel better after a nap. I’ll let you take Mr. Bunny with you.” You offered gently, trying to cool down the situation. He gave it some thought, then shook his head stubbornly “No, I don’t wanna take a nap!”. Honestly it wasn’t anything new for him to hate nap time, but today seemed like more of a struggle than usual. You couldn’t help but wonder if recent events had something to do with it. “Are you still pouting over that meanie that took your Soul Jam?” You asked, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face, and the big grumpy frown he gave you told you all you needed to know.

He wasn’t going to be letting it go anytime soon, was he? Frankly speaking, most people wouldn’t. You sighed, trying to think of some way to kill two birds with one stone: get his mind off said meanie, and tucker him out so he goes down for a nap. You then smiled to yourself, having the brilliant idea to fight fire with fire. You fully sat down beside him, crossing your legs out in front of you and propping yourself up casually.

“Alright, baby, you win. We can play a little more.” You said, already putting your plan into full motion. His face lit up “Okay!”, immediately accepting the offer he jumped into your lap, laughing as you let out a little “Oof!”. He really thought he won, didn’t he? Unlike what transpired a while ago. But now was not the time to dwell on that, the witches know bringing it up again would send you straight back to square one. No, no. Now was the time to take action and send his butt straight to bed! You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. “Comfy, sweetheart?” You asked, he nodded, “Good… because the tickle monster’s coming to get ya!” Without leaving any room to argue, you immediately started tickling his little tummy.

He immediately squealed and started giggling, kicking his legs again, “Nooo! Hehehehe! Hehehe! No tickle monster!” He protested. You knew he didn’t mean it, though. He always loved when the “tickle monster” came to get him. You leaned your head over and blew a raspberry on his neck, making him squeal with delight once more, “Hehehehehe! Hehehehe! Hehehe!” He couldn’t even say anything without thousands of giggles pouring out. You kissed his cheek, then started nomming on it like you were eating it, “Num num num! Ooh, I could just eat you up!”.

With each passing moment, the little one’s laughter was growing louder and louder. You didn’t stop, though. You kept tickling him, even as he wriggled and squirmed like a little jellyworm. Both of you knew he needed this, after all.

With one hand still on his tummy, you reached the other over and started pinching his knees, “Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!” You grinned as he started kicking even more. However, you couldn’t help but notice that his giggles were getting softer and his eyes were growing heavy. Your plan was working flawlessly! You put your arm under his legs and scooped him up, carrying him while still tickling him- but the tickles were growing softer as well. You double-checked to make sure you had Mr. Bunny with you; after all, you promised you’d let him take the little toy to bed. When you were finally in his room, you set him down in the crib. It was white and it had a mobile of blue sheep and twinkling stars attached.

As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t stay awake longer. As soon as the little one’s head hit his soft pillow, his eyes instantly closed. You gave his tummy a couple more pokes, then set down his toy beside him and pulled his blue and white checkered quilt over him. You gave the mobile a little twirl, set a sippy full of water on the table close by, and kisses his forehead gently. “Sweet dreams, baby. I’ll be here when you get up.” You whispered. You then left the room, turning off the light as you went, and shut the door behind you.

The end.

Ahh! So cute!! Anywho, I hope you enjoyed. It does feel a little shorter than my normal fics and I do apologize for that.

[bonbonly]

bon's thoughts a/n" oh look at that, its not 18+ hehehe, but I've been thinking about my temptation!au for so long now I can't get it out of my head but hehe new au alert!

chapter priest!charles leclerc finding out that pope!lewis resigned from his position, wanting to experience the world without the shackles of the church binding his soul forever in one place and now the young monegasque man secretly yearns to find himself in a similar position, to take his son with him and venture through every land just to find you again. To apologize, to make up for the horrible man that he was.

yet, the knowledge that bishop!max would most likely become the next pope burdens charles with the reality that he cannot leave the faith he had once loved. not when the dutch man knew so much about charles' past and the caged dove: you.

so he has to be careful, has to abide by the rules and pretend that his soul is getting cleansed each sunday while he turns to the holy cross and begs for a kinder path back to you, the woman he forgot to cherish and adorn with all his love. what was the lesson here for him to learn? that life without you was nothing more than hell, that he should never feel the true love of a woman till the day he dies? his poor son leo would clutch to his robes as he slowly began to learn how to crawl and all charles could do was feel the ghost of your presence besides him.

chaplain!carlos had slowly begun to observe the odd shift in behavior of his friend. charles was not the same man as he was 2 years ago. he was different - as if the entire world weighed upon his shoulders. and he clung to that orphaned boy as if it was his own son! strange, all of it was strange. he'd hear charles in his cell late at night weeping, the coos of the baby loud and clear. chaplain!pierre would rush forward to console the child and as carlos would try to help charles, the latter would shut him out with a snarl, urging him to mind his own business and leave him to "pay the price for his sins" - whatever that meant.

chaplain!carlos watched as archdeacon!vasseur whispered to charles that he would put in good word for the new pope to promote the young man to a bishop, to which charles merely snorted and replied, "i would be surprised if he would ever do such a thing, he speaks lies and his heart is filled with malice..."

what was he even saying? this was not the sweet charles who would be very careful of what he would say to others, the only words that would fall out of his mouth were the verses from the lord. not to mention the growing envy in carlos' heart; he had been working diligently in the chapel for so long but received no news from the archdeacon or the other bishops of his promotion to chapter priest. and yet here this spoiled man was being pushed to be a bishop and soon one day become pope! he had to get to the bottom of this, he'd need to understand what this church was hiding from him - most importantly, what charles was hiding.

and as charles stood there with his hands folded in prayer before the cross, he knew he would be scrutinized by his peers if the truth of his actions came forward. but even through these countless prayers and service, his mind kept drifting back to you. he wondered if you ever thought about him, or your son. if you ever dreamed of seeing leo grow up, the young boy had your eyes anyway. he would often whisper your name in prayers, as if it was a satanic chant that would lead him to damnation but he already felt as if he was rotting in his own personal hell anyway so what did it matter?

chaplain!carlos watched from afar, a scowl on his face. he'd get to the bottom of this, one way or another...

[matchaelette]

here's an idea! jungkook teaching ash to box!! imagine how cute it'll be, he'll keep praising his girl and said girl will actually shock him w her skills hehehe

GIF by @jung-koook

when you want to learn boxing and jungkook’s method of teaching it leaves a trail of butterflies in your stomach

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, shoutout to anonie, their idea explains it all <3 it’s pure, unadulterated love and we’re just here for the vibes, as we generally are in my drabbles.

genre: fluff

warnings: does jungkook being disgustingly in love count?

word count: 1.9k

notes: kim seokjin is back homeehehehehehehe and namjoon welcomed him playing a saxophone— I missed them so. so. so. much. happy 11th anniversary to our found family guys <3

it was one of those rare days.

having the air conditioner turned on just a short while ago, the air around jungkook feels hot and suffocating. for a whole minute, he contemplates knocking over the glass of iced latte over the countertop and letting it soothe his sweltering skin.

it has probably been less than thirty minutes since he woke up, today being one of those rare days he woke up to your kisses instead of good morning texts. he rolled out of bed in a hazy bliss, brushed his teeth, put on a t-shirt, and waddled his way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you while you decided to go downstairs to check the mail.

now, he’s standing over the stove with a spatula, patiently waiting for the pancakes to cook and not letting his impulsive thoughts win. it was one of those very rare, and quite unusual days, where both of you had the morning off together. he didn’t want to waste even a single second doing unnecessary things without you, such as, perhaps, cleaning the coffee he voluntarily spilled. he’d rather—

but jungkook is broken out of the reverie when he hears a click on the door.

“jungkoooookie! the boxing gloves are here!”

if the click on the door wasn’t enough, your amped-up voice certainly was, to break his train of thoughts.

the door shut behind you with a loud thud— the same thud that you’ve told your beloved boyfriend plenty of times not to make— echoing through the whole house (tell me jungkook. is it so hard to close the door gently or do you just like the sound?). one of your hands is holding onto a glass of iced latte jungkook made for you just minutes ago, sipping it with a straw and another one is secured around a huge white package clutched onto your chest. but jungkook stares at you instead.

you’re wearing one of jungkook’s baby blue oversized shirts, paired with the same black boxers he carelessly tossed on the floors last night, hair swept up into a messy bun. fuck, did you actually wear his boxers downstairs? jungkook suddenly felt himself burning up and he was sure the scathing heat of the day had nothing to do with it.

“kook, hello? look! the boxing gloves are here!”

jungkook, once again distracted by his train of unholy thoughts, blinks when you spin gracefully and land in front of him with a princessy curtsy. the action makes him break out in a wide smile unknowingly, and he suddenly realizes the source of your uncontained glee.

“the boxing gloves are here?”, he asks you, his smile is a literal ray of sunshine. a few weeks ago, jungkook dragged you to one of his boxing training sessions, and it somehow piqued your interest, even though you never really gave it much thought. you were like that, always trying new things and tossing them away as soon as you got the hang of it, floating from one thing to the next like a butterfly. maybe that’s why people played you too. loving you way too easily, discarding you even more easily, just as you begin to love them back.

jeon jungkook didn’t. the thought never once crossed his mind.

“yeah! c’mon let’s open it!”

“give me a second, princess. the pancakes will go up”

“just so you know, I ordered a pair for you as well”, you tell him, making your way to the living room couch.

“really? but babe, I already have way too many”, jungkook follows you soon after, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes, topped with berries and peanut butter just the way you like it. he sets the plate on the side table and sits beside you.

for a brief moment, jungkook’s face fills with confusion.

“yeah but you don’t have—”, you rip open the package, “—this one!”

then he throws his head back in laughter.

the boxing gloves you are holding up triumphantly are black in color, snug and thick and padded with patent leather, perfectly normal, until you notice the white patch covering the area from the knuckles to the wrist— a blonde kim seokjin, mouth stuffed with ramen, face contorted into a totally ridiculous expression.

“see? isn’t it amazing?”

“oh man, holy shit”. jungkook doubles over in laughter, hitting his own thigh repeatedly in the process, “oh my god, where did you find these?! this is absolutely gold!”

“I have my ways”, you flash him a wicked smile, “I knew you’d like ‘em!”

“like them? I am never taking these off!”

“look at my one!”

second wave of laughter hits jungkook when he sees your comparatively smaller boxing gloves. it’s the same black ones as jungkook’s, with the same white patch in the middle but this one portrays a young park jimin in the iconic red bullet concert, eyes smeared with black eyeliner and lips pouting in an ‘ayo’.

“I told you it’s amazing!”

jungkook just laughs uncontrollably, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“I was looking for one with you on it but unfortunately they were all sold out”, you snicker, attempting to put on the gloves and try them out.

“fortunate for me”, jungkook’s laughter is unstoppable, “man, I gotta show these to the hyungs. immediately.”

“after you teach me to box! c’mon c’mon c’mon!”, you spring up from the couch, hopping your way to retrieve one of jungkook’s punching bags, in the corner of the living room where he usually keeps his gym essentials.

“princess”, jungkook’s laughter subsides, and he grabs onto you immediately, “not now. after breakfast.”

“naaaaur—”

“after breakfast”, he says, a stern look in his eyes. and there’s no room left for any arguments anymore.

“but I don't want to defend!”

“babe, you can’t just attack people, you have to defend yourself too!”, jungkook exasperated.

“now, tuck your arms”. jungkook instructs you but then proceeds to bring your arms up to your chin and tuck them by your side himself. “stepping forward would help you initiate a very powerful jab. and stepping backward would help you create a distance between you and your opponent, so it’s the best immediate defense. continue moving back and forth to maintain a powerful stance.”

“okay. which foot stays forward again?”

“keep your feet shoulder-width apart. you’re right-handed, so your right foot stays backward.”

“right foot points at two o’clock, right?”, your focus is solely on your boyfriend, trying your best to follow through with whatever he’s saying. jungkook just wants to kiss you.

“yeah. bend your knees slightly.”

“no no no, not that much— unless you’re getting on your knees for me?”

“jungkook!”

“okay okay! you’re perfect”, jungkook moves a few inches backward and flashes you a mischievous grin, but can’t help being proud of you. he didn’t even have to tell you much and you were already in a perfect stance, certainly much better than him when he was starting out. “now have a go at me. I wanna see your strength. then I’ll teach you the different punches.”

you take position, but hesitate. “okay— how hard am I supposed to hit exactly?”

“huh?”

“could you punch me and show me how much strength i’m supposed to use?”

“really?”, jungkook looks offended but amusement fills him.

“yes! I just want to know if I should go all out or keep it light.”

“you want me to punch you?”

“oh my god, you’ll survive not being a gentleman for five seconds, jungkook”, you say impatiently, “now punch me!”

jungkook, unsurprisingly, doesn’t do what he’s told. instead, wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised squeal with a smirk. in a flash, your head spins and you lose your balance into an abyss of delight. jungkook knows you all too well and presses you against him when you try to grab his shoulders out of reflex (don’t you know he’d never let you fall?) but fail because of your glove-cladded hands. your lips taste sweet and savory, the peanut butter and berries combining into a deadly experience he’s not sure his heart could handle.

yet he never hesitates to steal your breath.

when jungkook lets you go, it takes you several minutes before you can talk. or think.

“what are you doing?”, you whisper.

just what he’s wanting to do… always.

“i’m never gonna learn boxing this way”, you sigh.

“what way?”, jungkook’s breathing is heavy but the smirk on his face says a million other things.

“this way you’re—”, you shake your head and peer blearily, “wait, what was I saying again?”

“c’mon princess, you don’t need me to punch you. just land a punch on me. give me your best shot.”

you mouth an ‘okay’ and fall into stance, as jungkook instructed. “is this okay?”

“good girl”, jungkook teases, which has you losing your focus for a second. but then, you shake your head and direct your shot at his abs, self-instructed.

the punch lands hard and square on him, causing the doe-eyed boy to stagger several steps backward, gripping his abdomen with clear astonishment.

“babe! did you really hit me?!”

“wha— you told me to!”

“I didn’t expect you actually would!”

“what did you expect?”, you’re nonchalant but the redness creeping up your cheeks isn’t, “i’d kiss you senseless after you asked me to land a punch on you?”

jungkook dramatically collapses on the floor, shaking violently with fake coughs. you snort at his antics and offer your hand to your boyfriend to help him up but he doesn’t give you the chance— he grabs onto it and pulls you down. the unexpected gesture throws you off balance and you land directly on top of him. you yelp, but jungkook doesn’t even flinch. he quickly secures his grip around you, making sure not an inch of your body touches the floor or gets hurt.

“jungkook! you—”

said jungkook cuts you short, gently pressing his lips against yours, once again making you forget time and space. what were you planning to say? however, he doesn’t give you any time to think— moving away from your lips and peppering your entire face with kisses. you burst out into giggles and jungkook sighs with satisfaction— that’s it, that’s the smile he’s so helpless in love with.

“is this your idea of teaching me boxing?”, you put your hands on your boyfriend’s chest, lifting yourself up and sitting beside him.

“that was the reward of a punch excellently thrown.”

“oh, you gotta be kidding me. are you planning to reward me after every punch?”

“that’s a very good idea. but jokes aside babe, that was one heck of a punch”, jungkook beams at you, propping himself up on his arms.

you laugh.

“okay, remember when you couldn’t take piano lessons from yoongi oppa because he wouldn’t stop praising you? that’s exactly where this is going.”

“I mean it! that was a really, really solid punch, I did not expect that at all!”. oh, but he did. he has an unbreakable confidence in you that he wished you had in yourself.

“what can I say? you’re being a very good girl”, he winks.

“kook, you're a terrible teacher! you shouldn't flirt with your students!”, you scold him.

“forget what a teacher does. i’d rather do you instead.”

[mysterycitrus]

So I’m a Jason Todd fan and I read your fic last night (and enjoyed it) but I was wondering about your interpretation of his place in Gotham. In a lot of fandom stuff he’s usually put as a very menacing person that other characters go to for help, but your version felt super different. I liked it a lot because it felt more… realistic to how people would probably react to him. I don’t know. Have a good day!

firstly im glad u enjoyed!! hehehe

wrt to my interpretation of jason — a significant influence for when i was writing wolf-king is that i can’t suspend my disbelief when people write jason as like…. this super terrifying person that other bat characters rely on to do the dirty work. its a personal thing tbc. it seems reductive to me, and also relatively divorced from reality. ur telling me that if someone needs intel they’ll go to jason over babs or helena or selina??? hmmmm me thinks not.

that in turn really shaped his relationship and interactions with dick in particular, because imo there is no world where jason would be considered a bigger threat than dick is. no way and no how. id rank jason on the same threat level as like…. a david cain or slade wilson, (though a significantly less rapey one). he’s not as well connected as ra’s, and he’s not a turbo level threat like shiva. he’s dangerous because of who he is to bruce, and what he does to achieve his goals. in particular, this passage —

jason, although he operates on a different plane of reality, is not an idiot. he would not be obtuse to the fact that dick has the upper hand in any situation because of who dick is and who he knows. that, in turn, affects how jason perceives dick and his actions. he spends a lot of time hypothesising about dicks motives, only to find out later he’d technically already been played! that’s what makes him interesting as a character to me — through his own actions, he’s isolated himself from a network, and cut himself off at the knees. by causing harm, he has reduced his ability to cause it. he is, fundamentally, only hurting himself.

[trashisstillhere]

Soooo.,..we all know this certain dark temple inside the Nomicon…

The temple of forbidden Knowledge of the shadow warrior…..

Hehehehe,,,,

I do have my own fan version of this mentioned ‘shadow warrior’, which i mentioned and kinda shown here…

I also did say there that I was working on his redesign….well… now, it is finally done!! And I can show him to you all!

Everyone, meet my version of the shadow warrior!!! (Real name: Habiki Norisu!)

His colors were the most hardest and trickiest part ,, I’m pretty okay with this current design so far tho! (Hasn’t really changed much from that wip one-)

But hell yea. This is my fan version of the shadow warrior that I’ve had ever since like 2022 and has gone through a lot of changes back then and by a lot I mean ALOT! Like, holy shit.

Oh! And he used to be a part of the Norisu Nine, literally one of Finja’s dead brothers!! Hehehe,,, And yes, his actual name is Habiki. Norisu being his last name due to his family and clan the Norisu Nine and yeah… you all get what I mean. I’m using ‘Norisu’ just like everyone else because I could NOT think of anything better.

Oh. And I fully decided that the rest of the Norisu Nine ain’t gonna be just all red like First Ninja. Nope. They’re all gonna be some different colors!! Yayyyyy. I’m cringe but I’m free.

Anyway, anyway…. Let’s just get straight to this guys info bby!!!!

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Story/info:

Habiki Norisu was one of the members of the Norisu Nine. He was one of the oldest, a bit older than First Ninja. (Older brother hehehe-) just like the rest of the family, he truly cared for his clan and his duty as one of the ninjas, wanting to help people who could end up in danger as much as possible especially once the sorcerer was starting to cause havoc in japan.

Despite being mostly serious, he was a kind soul. He always was so sweet to the elderly and children, helping whenever he could. Even though he was most of the time quiet, He still was very genuine and supported his brothers greatly…..even though they sometimes ended up in arguments but hey, what siblings doesn’t do that? In fact, he mostly had the support role in the team, being skilled in creating useful things for combat along with so much more.

So Habiki, while he did use weapons and such, also went on to try coming up with/ finding and creating new types of more ‘magical’ abilities/skills and items that could, or at least what he thought could, really help out there for his family during battling…..expect, the stuff being made now involved dark and occult magic crafts, things that you wouldn’t think one of the ninjas that was going after a dark magic using sorcerer would do.

It was just supposed to be him wanting to try new things at first but then he got even more into it, then it just continued and continued….

He made so many things such as: Art of Healing, art of flying, art of telepathy, the ‘essence of terror’ (halloweenja) etc. so much stuff that he has thought of, all to try to overpower any dangerous threat such as current one being the sorcerer. It took many tries for each one to properly work, he tested some of them on some dead bodies of animals (with a slight feel of guilt but it was a little better then doing it on still living beings), he even sometimes used himself as a test subject. Yes, HIMSELF.

All the ‘testing’ he did on himself made a few not so good changes on his body such as parts of him slowly ‘decaying’, (not quite but it almost really looks that way) one of his eyes almost losing it’s sight and darkening, even his suit got effected a bit, that one due to testing he did with the essence of terror. It pretty much got so bad that he started putting some/few bandages on himself, just to cover the damage he has caused on himself.

(Habiki back in the past, when he was still alive! and beginning to go through the dark effects and consequences of his actions.)

His family, of course, did not like any of this. They did not like what he was doing, both the creations he had came up with and what he did to himself. They have tried to stop him, telling him that he should not be doing this, that he could DIE. But he just always tried reassuring them, telling them that he would be okay and that he could handle it…..

Oh how wrong he was..

The dark and forbidden occult things he has created ended up being way more than this mortal human body could handle..

and he just finally realised this…during both his and his brothers final battle against the sorcerer in the Norisu village. That was when it all hit him at once. LITERALLY.

The ‘side effects’ that Habiki got from all the testing he had done on himself ended up suddenly getting so strong that day. He kept trying to push himself, even as he sat there on his knees all so badly injured along with the rest of his brothers….

But it all did nothing but corrupt his entire body until it felt like it was truly decaying, rotting, destroying his body completely until his final breath along side the others… excluding Finja who had watched their slow downfall with his own eyes…

…..

Now in the present, Habiki resides in the Nomicon along side his family….however, he stays somewhere much deeper and darker in the parts of the book.

Temple of Forbidden Knowledge of the Shadow Warrior.

And HE is the Shadow warrior.

He stays at a very hidden part of the temple, a room all for himself where he can’t be seen and disturbed. The only time he can be seen is when he just lets himself show up, yet that happens rarely.

Most of his siblings don’t really visit him there, one of them even holds a strong grudge against him because of the past. But there is only one who does whenever he gets the chance. First Ninja.

Whenever he could, he would go to the temple and find Habiki’s hiding spot which seemed almost so easy for him, to check on him and make sure he’s okay. Habiki often tells him that he doesn’t have to but Finja objects every time, so he just let him continue it… and he really appreciated it, it was nice to have some company after hours of being alone.

Even so, till this day, the shadow warrior still hides himself inside the temple. Not only because it’s his only home now but to keep his family safe….from what the occult things he had created and done centuries ago did to his entire being.

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- Habiki, or should I say Shadow Warrior (or even SW for short), as said in the story, is currently located at a hidden room in the temple of forbidden knowledge, the one place that contained everything that was made by him in the past just before his death.

- SW’s body, due to all the testing he did to himself back then, is currently suffering from the corruption from all the dark stuff he did (along with his ninja mask and suit from bits of the essence of terror), even now in the after life. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to but it still is trying to corrupt his mind, fill it with darkness, emptiness, apathy…

- since his body is still suffering with these dark and awful thoughts creeping into his mind, SW often needs something in order to put the whole progress on pause all the time for as long as possible. See those three orbs around his neck? THATS what is currently helping him so far. Inside those, is some kind of special handmade potion that works like a repellent.

Think of it like Eda from the owl house with her elixir! It’s similar to that but kinda different, as he goes to wear them or at least keep them close to him at all times instead of just drinking them. Well, he actually can drink from his own but he only does that if the ‘corruption’ ends up being way too much that the ‘repel’ effect doesn’t really help.

If SW doesn’t have these orbs with him for many hours, the corruption will go try taking over again, both over his body and mind. Once the dark corruption almost taken control completely, his appearance would end up looking…much darker than it already is.

A more dark, scary Shadow warrior that mostly roams around the area….but won’t hesitate to attack anybody near him…..

- SW can use his creations for attacking, even though he doesn’t really need to fight so much anymore now that he’s in the Nomicon… but stuff like art of flying is still useful for him in a way! The only drawback is the fact that using any of these occult abilities can hurt his body all over again if he uses it way too much.

- now as mentioned in the story.. his family, except Finja, does not visit him at the temple really. It’s not because of hate tho, but because of FEAR. SW’s body and face underneath his corrupted ninja attire has changed so much that he doesn’t really look human anymore, making him almost unrecognisable. It’s like what’s left of Habiki is gone…

Finja, thought, knows that isn’t the case. No matter how different he is now, SW is and will always be one of his brothers, a part of the Norisu Clan, his family.

- Yes. SW is aware that Randy has used some of the stuff in the temple (in few episodes of the show and all of course). At first he wasn’t so happy about it since, you know, these things, originally made by HIM and made with not so light and nice stuff, can be VERY dangerous if used wrong.

- However, he has also got to see how the young boy actually got to put them to good use, mostly art of healing so far. That honestly surprised the man… made him even think that maybe, just maybe…. These ‘forbidden’ creations of his can be really used for good after all..

- just mostly for funnies and interesting fun story stuff, SW has beef with Kurai. Like- the all knowing chaos VS the Shadow warrior?? Hell yeah! I already imagine so many kinds of scenarios between them-

SW: you easily let yourself fall into chaos and transform your body to this….disgusting and demonic mess!? you are a disgrace to human kind!

Kurai: HA! Look who’s talking, shadow warrior!

(SW isn’t really apart of the NN AU tho… at least, I don’t know yet…)

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And that’s about it so far! I’m just glad to finally show him!

And yes, I do have my fan designs of the Norisu Nine as well but unfortunately they’re all still a big fat wip. And yes, they all have their own real names as well…

Anyway. Hope you all find this guy at least kinda cool. ^^;

Some things i really wanna doodle about this man…I even have a meme with him in it already being worked on!! So stay tuned for that-

[starrylanex]

MATCHMAKING!

PAIRING - remus lupin x reader

SUMMARY - in which the academic rivalry between you and remus turns into something more with the help of his friends, who make sure that their best friends get his happy ending

WC - 821

EXTRA - mentions of drinking, dancing, remus being jealous, no mentions of y/n, lower case intended,

NOTES - hi angels, leaving you on cliffhanger heheh;) this was requested in my ask box and thought i would finally get it out, ik its short but let me know if you want the second part:)

PS. - english isn’t my first language so of you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please don’t hesitate to point them out<3

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from the moment you and remus lupin first crossed paths, you two knew that you were destined to be rivals. both of you were exceptionally gifted students, with a thirst for knowledge that knew no bounds. and so, from that fateful day onwards, you engaged in a fierce competition that would last for almost the entirety of your time at hogwarts.

your rivalry manifested itself in many ways, from academic achievements to gaining more house points and everything in between. you vied for the top spot in every class, each determined to outshine the other and prove their superiority. and as the years went by, their rivalry only intensified, with neither willing to back down from the challenge.

yet, amidst the fierce competition and the constant battle for supremacy, you and found yourselves drawn to each other in a way that neither could explain. it was a connection that went beyond mere rivalry, a bond that defied logic and reason.

as the two of you navigated the treacherous waters of your academic rivalry, you and remus found solace in each other's company, sharing late-night study sessions (even if you two wouldn't say a word to each other, the comfortable silence was actually comforting) and engaging in spirited debates about your favorite subjects. you challenged each other's beliefs and pushed each other to new heights, each secretly admiring the other's intellect and determination.

but it wasn't until your fifth year at hogwarts that you and remus's rivalry took an unexpected turn. the marauders, remus's friends who were too tired of seeing their friend arguing with you and at the same tine punishing himself by not admitting his true feelings, decided to intervene, determined to help their friend realize his true feelings for you.

the rest of the marauders had a plan, and they were determined to make remus realize his feelings for you once and for all. they had enlisted the help of the girls, and they were all in on the plan. they knew that you had feelings for remus (even if you didn't know it yet), of course they did- they were your best friends after all. and so they were determined to help you win his heart.

the gryffindor common room was decorated with streamers and fairy lights, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and music. they were all dressed to the nines, ready to have a good time.

lily was wearing a beautiful green dress that complemented her fiery red hair and made james’ jaw drop and eyes almost pop out of his sockets the moment she entered the common room, marlene was in a sleek black jumpsuit, and alice was in a stunning pink dress that matched her bubbly personality.

but it was you who caught remus's eye as soon as you walked into the room and made your way towards the girls, in need of a drink. remus couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he watched other guys eye you from head to toe from across the room.

as the night went on, the marauders put their plan into action. they made sure that you were always by remus's side, engaging him in the conversation and laughing at his awkward jokes (which to be fair were actually funny). they even got sirius to ask you to dance, knowing that it would make remus jealous.

but remus was too caught up in his own feelings to notice what was going on around him. he couldn't take his eyes off you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about you tonight. you seemed more confident, more sure of yourself, and it was driving him crazy.

as you danced with sirius, his hands on your body and you laughing at his stupid jokes, remus wished it was him instead, he hadn’t realized that his grip had tightened around the cup he was holding, his eyes narrowing. he wished it was his hands on you, dancing with him, and he realized he was longing the sound of your laughter at his admittedly stupid jokes.

it was then that Remus realized the depth of his feelings for you, a realization that both thrilled and terrified him. he had spent so long denying his feelings, burying them deep within his heart, that he didn't know how to express them. he was scared, terrified from both the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t share his feelings back, and the possibility of him hurting you one way or another.

with a surge of determination, and maybe too much of alcohol in his system, even tho he couldn’t really get drunk due to his condition, he still could get tipsy, and the tipsy remus was way more confident than the sober remus. he made his way over to you and sirius, his heart pounding in his chest. he had to tell you how he felt, before it was too late.

[starryriize]

heyy if you can would you write more leehan 18+ thoughts? i loved the first one

more 18+ thoughts | leehan

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼 hehehe you know my weaknesses nonnie! leehan… my man my man!! im glad you liked my first one 🫶🏼 i wasn’t sure how to end this one not proofread!

minors dni!

thinking about…best friend fratboy! leehan but he’s just a cutie who joined the frat for the networking opportunities. he only goes to events that he knows you’ll be attending too! one time, there was a talk for extra credit about some boring new marketing strategy and you sat in the back. and he takes the open seat next to you, his hands lightly grazing your thighs! things best friends don’t do- that’s what your actions are filed under. best friends don’t stare intensely at each other from across the room. you definitely don’t wear skimpy outfits knowing that leehan drools over them. the way he holds your waist, places his hand on your thighs when you sit…again, things normal friends don’t do.

so here you were, sitting in the back of the auditorium, watching another talk that happened to be required for your honors program. and of course, next to you was leehan. you would call him your “friend with benefits but included dates” but you couldn’t focus on anything the speaker was saying due to his hand slowly moving up the expanse of your thighs. his fingers making their way under the silky fabric of your skirt. oh he knew, he knew that you wore that skirt for him.

your professors would never guess what their star student was like behind closed doors...except you weren't behind closed doors. despite your mind telling you everything about the current situation was wrong, you felt your mind becoming hazy. his fingers were further up your legs, grazing the edge of your panties. if anyone walked in the auditorium doors in the side entrance, it wouldn’t take long for them to see what was going on.

leehan pulled the your panties to the side, rubbing your folds softly. your eyelids were fluttering and lips parting, struggling to keep your composure in your seat. he knew his effect on you, reveling in how the star student was so pliant just for him. goes so far as to tease you in your ear whispering how much of a little slut you are and how you’re his good girl. at this point, you’re gone. the way he looks forward, pretending to focus on the speaker, while innocently plunging two fingers into your now dripping heat. you knew the seat was probably wet, giving you two options: either leave early or leave early.

“oh. would you look at that? you’re soaking my fingers.” he whispers against your ear as if he’s commenting on the speaker’s topic. you clench on his fingers, knowing that he’s the cause. the way he curled his fingers up, hitting the spot that made you see stars and want to moan out loud. putting a hand over your mouth, you bite your lip, trying desperately to hold your whines in.

“hannie…can we go?” you ask him as quietly as you can without letting out a breathless moan, hoping that he'd want to leave early too. “sure,” his eyes were full of desperation and want, pupils blown wide. his fingers were sticky as he pulled them out, putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. watching him made your knees weak and you wanted more than just his hands.

when you guys leave, you both make a beeline for his dorm. as soon as you are in his room, your hands are all over each other in desperate need. he was tugging at your skirt, opting to simply hike it up as he pressed you against his desk. pulling you in for a heated kiss, he lets out a soft moan as you bite his lip, your free hand tangled in his hair. “mhm.. keep doing that, princess.” if your mind was foggy before, now, you couldn’t think about anything but the warmth of leehan’s lips on yours. you definitely weren’t focused when he bent you over the desk, sliding your soaked panties down your legs. leehan’s mind was dizzy, getting drunk and needy at the sight of you open and wet just for him. your whines were like a beautiful harmony that he could listen to for hours. you were blissfully fucked out by the time he slid his dick into your dripping, clenching hole. he bottomed out, giving you a few minutes to adjust before thrusting at a steady pace, hitting your cervix causing your hands to grip the table. “oh, fuck, that’s it-“ the moans you let out were shameless and that’s when you remembered that you were in his frat house. “ah-han, wh what about the others?” you whine, knowing that they probably knew what was going on in his room. “what about them?” he arrogantly replies, slowing his pace down to make sharp thrusts into the spot that had you screaming and breathless for more. “be as loud as you can dear, i want them all to know how good i’m fucking you.”

well, the night was only just beginning.

[kobrafangs]

i've been compiling a bunch of maze runner headcannons over the past few weeks, and i decided to share what i have so far :) fyi most of these are ivytrio centered heheh ^_^ enjoy!!!

- newt would be a big oatmeal fan. he'd have it every day and put cubed fruits and maple syrup in it too. thomas prefers a plain toast with butter and always teases newt for "being an old coot"

- minho is rlly extra and likes to make these fancy pancakes that frypan taught him how to make

- newt would be addicted peach tea. every morning he goes to the convenience store and he buys a bottle before class

- newt loves bracelets and he made a matching pair for him and thomas :] (minho, newt, & thomas also have separate matching bracelets!)

- newt does poetry & art. he carries around a little sketchbook in his satchel where he jots random thoughts and sketches. his muse is thomas <3

- newt likes musicals & claymation/stop motion movies (his fav is dear evan hanson or kubo and the 2 strings) & thomas likes action movies (his favs are starwars or the spiderman movies)

- their fav movie to watch together is fantastic mr fox or coraline

- thomas and minho are both on their school's track team

- thomas downloaded duolingo as a joke but now he feels guilty if he misses even a single day so he has a daily streak of 479

- thomas almost threw up crying watching end game (he forced newt to watch it with him as well)

- thomas prefers calling/face timing over texting and he will do everything in his power to call

- he's also like the least coherent texter of all time He always has like 90 spelling errors in a 4 word text

- newt doesnt like calls but is also the driest texter of all time

- minho sends those corny Good Morning! gifs with a sunset in the background and glitter and flowers on it

- minho studies hard, passes his classes

- newt barely studies, passes his classes (hes just smart)

- thomas doesnt study whatsoever, passes his classes somehow

- minho has legible, normal-but-a-bit-wonky handwriting

- newt has a slanted cursive scrawl

- everything thomas writes is illegible

- minho has the dirtiest mind known to mankind

- when frustrated, minho gets really sassy, thomas gets snappy and fidgety, and newt just goes silent

- minho would go on 5 am runs and post a picture of him on his instagram story all sweaty and smiling and put the dumbest caption of all time on it

- thomas cannot eat unless he puts on a show

- minho scrolls on his phone and texts people while he eats

- newt raw dogs every meal No stimulation whatsoever. pure silence

- thomas is extremely ticklish. like hellishly ticklish. he will literally scream like hes getting stabbed and kick his feet if he gets tickled

- ivy trio stays up until like 3 am playing horror games. thomas is the one who always screams bloody murder at literally any noise, minho keeps yelling at thomas to shut up, and newt is the only one actually playing the game. they also love roblox

- minho and thomas play dress to impress and they get way too invested in it

- newt & sonya braid daisies in each other's hair

- thomas likes having his hair played with

- thomas likes chewing gum, specifically bubble gum because hes actually 8 years old and likes to blow bubbles

- newt looooovessss libraries he'd literally live in one if he could

- minho unironically says "where my hug at" to thomas and newt

- newt is usually the little spoon but he knows thomas likes it too so sometimes he insists on being the big spoon just so thomas is happy

- sun thomas, moon newt, comet minho

- thomas isn't allowed to play fnaf anymore because the last time he did he got jump-scared so hard he threw his phone against the wall so hard it made a hole

- thomas's favourite pony is pinkie pie, newt's is applejack, minho's is rainbow dash

- newt has a fear of heights so thomas and minho always have to beg for him to go to an amusement park with them

- danny gonzalez thomas, drew gooden newt, kurtis conner minho

- minho always quotes random tiktok audios that nobody gets so at one point he just started making up really specific ones that catered to whatever situation they're in and then proceed to gaslight newt and thomas into believing they're real

- dog thomas, cat newt, otter minho

- THOMAS TMNT FAN RAAAHHH

- newtmas' favourite date was an aquarium date. thomas is absolutely captivated by all the fish and newt is so enamoured

- newt would probably like manga (he really enjoyed saiki k, chainsaw man, and sxf)... its his guilty pleasure

- on minho's aforementioned morning runs, he BLASTS pop music thru his headphones. because of this he's literally almost deaf. he always goes "huh" "what?" "say again?" whenever talking to anybody but it especially makes newt so frustrated

- also. minho would love charli xcx SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES!!!! he really likes pop music because it gets him pumped up and energized

- when thomas is focused, his speech gets really curt and he kinda shuts the world out because hes so tunnel visioned. as a result people think hes just really rude and a pain to work with

- only newt can work with him effortlessly because they don't need words to communicate. a slight nose scrunch? thomas knows he made a mistake. quirk of the brow? newt nods his head to show his approval. thomas taps his fingers against the table? newt can tell he's frustrated. their relationship can be tacit but understood by one another which is why they work so well with each other

- thomas LOOOOOVES karaoke he literally will not hesitate to belt his heart out

- when thomas blushes, he blushes HARD. he gets really red in the face and gets super embarrassed and newt likes to tease him for it

- when drunk, thomas gets really chatty, newt becomes clingy, and minho turns into a whole nother person he gets SO rowdy and loud and crazy. life of the party kinda guy

and thats all for now hehe !! ^_^ hope these were entertaining enough :p

[razorblade180]

Bed History

Firefly:Caelus, I have a very important question. Silver Wolf has told me some…interesting things. So I was wondering…

Caelus:How many people have taken me to bed?

Hologram appears

Silver Wolf:You knew what I meant by Smash. Don’t even pretend. You took me to bed. *disappears*

Caelus:So that’s one person right there. There’s March dragging me and Dan Heng into interesting situations.

Firefly:*red* You’ve slept with a boy?

Caelus:I will emphasize that was not on either of our plans that day. Only March’s. Other than that, there’s Sparkle you know about Stelle.

Firefly:I’m sorry, what was that?

Caelus:Huh?

Stelle:*opens door* Naaaaah I heard that shit. You slept with who!?

Caelus:…A Masked Fool.

Firefly:What!?

Stelle:When!?

Sparkle:How!?

Caelus:I-

They all turn their heads, including Sparkle. She then looks back at them as she chews on some popcorn.

Sparkle:You’re out of popcorn by the way.

Caelus:In my defense, this happened when you were dead and the first time I saw Robin was her body fading away. The vibes were at an all time low.

Sparkle:So your favorite trash compactor was mixing drinks and trying to dance sadness away. It kinda funny in a painful way. Like a comedian trying to save his performance.

Caelus:See? She’s just annoying and yaps. You ever just wanted to shut someone up who’s so smug?

Firefly:By sleeping with them!?

Stelle:I hate to say it….but if I had ran across Aventurine again back then and he called me Ms. Stelleron one more fucking time…

Firefly:Far be it from me to predict the actions of a Fool but how the heck do you even convince someone like her to entertain that idea?

xxxxx

Sparkle:Well well well look what the cat dragged in. A funny looking raccoon confused in the big city.

Caelus:You really think you’re above all. Just the ultimate risk taker with no care in the world.

Sparkle:Don’t know what you mean. Like any supporting character, I’m filling up space and watching the show. So what if the stage blows or the performance gets canceled. Another starts, so why be scared to step on any or play whatever?

Caelus:You really are crazy.

Sparkle:Perhaps~ like I said, anything can happen so anything goes. No need to get cold feet or stuck in the same scenes.

Caelus:Ever slept with a bomb?

Sparkle:….What?

xxxxxx

Firefly:You. Are. Insane.

Sparkle:It was a good question.

Stelle:Honestly i respect the hustle.

Sparkle:Maybe don’t die and make people sad. It was a one and done. Although…I’d give the performance four stars. It makes me wonder how well the leading actress performs.

Stelle:Keep dreaming.

Firefly:*pouts*

Caelus: *pinches cheeks* I’m sowy. Don’t be mad.

Firefly:I’m not mad. Also stop playing with my face!

Caelus:Not until you’re happy again. Although this side of you is cute.

Stelle:Very cute. *pokes face* Hehehe

Firefly:*blushing* (Why are they like this so often?)…..

Sparkle:Alls well that ends well.

Stelle:I can’t tell if you’re a matchmaker or a home wrecker.

Sparkle:Why not both? Don’t put me in box. Unless it’s with a certain fallen angel. Hehe, oh how I bet dear Chicken Wing Boy would cherish any familiar face these days. The Songbird might actually faint if her brother wanted some elation in his life. Only time will tell.

Firefly:I’m telling Robin you said that.

Sparkle:It’s hilarious you think I haven’t told her this myself. Her brother is hot and everyone knows it. He’s gotta put his sins somewhere and I know where.

CFS:You are an actual menace to society.

Sparkle:Said the Stellaron Hunter with her two stellarons. *vanishes*

Stelle:…So do you need my list of people?

Firefly:It’s two people and one is me. The other you just complimented his craziness.

Stelle:….I gotta step my game up.

Firefly:That’s not the message you should take from this!

Caelus:What’s your history.

Firefly:Just one. Could be two but maybe I should reevaluate.

Caelus:I respect that decision.

Firefly:…I mean you can sound a little disappointed; nothing is set in stone.

Stelle:Don’t fold so easily! You had me on the back foot blushing and kicking my feet. What’s so different here!?

Firefly:Silver Wolf gave me FOMO!

Caelus:Did she on purpose, or did you ask questions and never stopped?

Firefly:Not important.

Hologram appears

Firefly:I asked questions.

Caelus:Thanks for wingmaning.

Silver Wolf:Eh, I was bored and out of resin.

Stelle:(Step one; find a wingman…)

[konpeito-water]

Secret of the Mimic - MY thoughts!

(spoilers below - dw it's mostly positive because I actually LIKED this game but it is big)

The stuff I liked!

JACKIE!!!

CHICA ON SKATES!!!!! THE FOOD GUYS!

The characterisation of people like Edwin, Fiona and Murray's employees was so good! I haven't read the novel, but the idea of expanding a one-off line character like Fiona into a fleshed-out one was so nice. And Edwin was written really well!!!! He's both sympathetic and not, both by making his own mistakes and being taken advantage of by others. You can't blame one or the other.

William taking other people's stuff again and owning the land to Edwin's parents' old house to pay a debt or whatever is really a bit much BUTTT it was cool to see what (presumably) more of the FNAF 4 house would have looked like after all of Edwin's stuff got moved out! And it gives me some AU ideas heheh

"Daddy's busy, why don't you go and play." (in the tape about the Mimic killing Edwin) BEST LINE IN THE GAME. Gave me actual chills. Edwin's actions looped back around... so good

Mentions of Ralph (Phone Guy) and other emplyees were nice! We now know Ralph joined FazEnt after MCM, and that Stan (and somebody else I think) made Stan's Budget Tech together with stolen designs for the Mediocre Melodies (except Orville which in FNAF 6 is owned by FazEnt).

I caught the exact moment Dispatch got taken over by F10-N4!!! It was really early on where his tone of voice changed weirdly, but since nothing else came of it for so long I brushed it off as a VA thing. Turns out I was right!!! Bad ending got me lookin like surprised Pikachu

The environments were nice - I think the place benefited from being smaller than in Security Breach.

I've heard people pointing out portions of the game that had lots of research put into it - from small things like little references to larger things like the way the building is and how it's similar to other stuff of the time, how MCM and FazEnt allude to irl companies, the advertisements being based on the era etc. I thnk that part is really nice.

The stuff I didn't like!

Jackie appears once at the start and never again.......

What was the secret of the mimic again??? I THINK it's that M2 even exists, so the secret WAS the mimic. But yeah there were a lot of secrets. And no MXES? Kinda? Like we know its origins as F10-N4 aka M1 but maybe the modern design wasn't made yet.

I just know people are gonna say Edwin "created" everything when he was just hired to build other people's designs, like Fazbear Entertainment asking MCM to help make their (increasingly more and more ambitious) projects. FazEnt still designed them, despite troubles with making changes late-on and stuff, and in the end the Freddy's and Fredbear's designs were never finished and so Henry (and William ig) built them himself. Also, one of the levels of employees is "creator", aka people who would go to work to create these designs, not just Edwin. Don't let Edwin take all the credit like he took credit for INVENTING RECYCLING (that part is just so funny to me)?

There's gonna be a whole thing about what ending's the real one again

Random!

It's gonna be hard to incorporate Edwin into my fic now ToT

The parallels between the stage manager and AI were really funny, why have annoying, costly employees when we can generate content by writing a prompt!!!!!!! like whaat it's literally chatgpt

So… when was Fazbear Entertainment established? I used to think it was 1979, when Fredbear's opened in the Silver Eyes. But Chica's Party World CLOSED in 1975. I'm guessing the log where William says "How would you like to manage one of the new franchise locations" is about Fiona managing this place, and Edwin calls Henry "Hen" meaning they've known each other for a while, so the partnership between the four must go way back. Not too far though since Edwin met Fiona at MCM. Maybe FazEnt opened around 1973? Because of that one line Ralph makes about the animatronics singing the same song for 20 years in FNAF 1 (this is assuming fnaf 1 is 1993 idek when that game is anymore ToT), which I thought was just an estimation. I might make it 1975 in my AU since that's close to that point and also when Henry and William originally met in my old AU. EDIT: WAIT THAT'S WHEN CHICA'S CLOSES ToT so... 1973 it is!

Edwin is blonde. I don't care what the picture shows I'm still drawing him blonde

There's probably more but that's my thoughts on it for now, I watched Dawko play it but would love to play it myself... it's $60 which is way better than $109 (looking at you mario kart world) so maybe I will sometime! :D

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by shadow and blood (12)

a/n: this has to be one of the most fun parts of this story I've written so far. hehehe, all to say... enjoy! <3333

azriel x magic!fem!reader

You can feel all your emotions boiling over. Like a wicked storm about to strike everything in it's path. You have to get out. You have to leave.

You get up on your feet and grab your sword. You start running. Running down the hall and to the front door. You feel like you can’t breathe correctly.

Your legs take you past the door, you go down the marble steps and the two pillars that designate the entrance. Once you leave the gate you stop and barrel over, your hands on your knees.

No council. No brother. No family.

You’re no longer next in line for the throne. You are the throne.

“About those wards…” 

You look back up and see Azriel standing there. 

“What are you—you’re stuck.” you say.

If he was still here, there was only one reason. You doubt he would stick around for the fun of it. This was just the cherry on top. You ruined someone else’s life too.

Azriel nods his head, “No way out. And there’s no way in.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper.

You don’t feel it, but you plop down onto the ground. You don’t feel it, but you only know it happens because Azriel comes rushing towards you. He looks concerned. You didn’t think he could feel that towards you.

He’s saying something but your hearing is muffled now. A ringing in your ears. You can’t hear him. All you can hear is your heartbeat and the blood flowing in your body. 

Everything is starting to become blurry around you. You can make out Azriel who is getting closer. He’s talking to you but you can’t hear him, and your tongue feels so heavy that you can’t talk. Your eyes flutter once, twice.

The third time your eyes flutter closed, they don’t open.

-

Azriel cradles your head from falling to the ground. He curses to himself and looks around. Your sword has turned back into just the hilt. He picks it up and puts it in one of his holsters. 

No one was coming to help. It’s just you and him.

The thought scared him. Ever since that match in front of the inner circle, things changed. Being alone with you, being near you, possibly having to touch you just lit his soul on fire. 

He’ll admit when Nesta sent him your way he was intrigued. You were like a beautiful puzzle. Completely put together but he still didn’t know what to make of you. You weren’t fae but you weren’t human either he could tell right off the bat.

He wanted to solve the mystery of you. At first. Yes, Nesta kept asking and asking about you. And he felt like he wasn’t the greatest spymaster when all he could tell her was he was working on it and to give him time.

He couldn’t deny the attraction towards you. He’d be an idiot to do so. But that didn’t mean he could act on it. It was obvious you didn’t think of him that way, and that you only liked a handful of fae—that being limited to Thesan and his lover.

But then you came to visit his court. And more eyes were on him. 

His brothers picked up on his little crush on you very quickly. Rhys put it together when Azriel came home after he brought you to the night court the first night. It was a simple action.

He talked about how frustrating you were, and then he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. Rhys obviously gave him so much shit for it. He was supposed to be trying to figure you out not figuring out a way into your bed.

Of course Azriel denied it. 

There was no denying it when almost the whole group, you included, landed at Rita’s. It felt good. It felt right. But he couldn’t stand how uncomfortable you looked after being poked and prodded with questions.

His shadow worked on it’s own though. He couldn’t believe that it just took your hilt. He managed to find a way out of it. Sort of. The match was harmless, but when you held out your hand to make a deal with him and he accepted without a second thought that’s when he knew he was fucked.

Cassian drilled into him later that night. Azriel never made bargains with anyone. His brother could tell that you were different to Azriel, you weren’t just anyone.

Later that night he found himself obsessing with the hilt that his shadow stole from your ankle. Amongst other tings. He kept the hilt by his bedside. 

If you were anyone else you would have lost that match. But you weren’t anyone else. No, as you two were fighting he felt it. The pull in his stomach. 

It should have been impossible but, somehow, around you a lot of things aren’t. He felt the thread that connected him to you and gave himself a shock. That’s why he leaped away from you. He didn’t know what to do or to say.

A mating bond between a fae and non-fae? That was unheard of, at least for him it was. 

He left as quickly as he could as soon as he got his bearings together. But it didn’t matter. The whole group had seen his response and smelt it on him right there. All but one of them didn’t bring it up at family dinner.

Amren.

Of course she wanted to talk about it. She was your close friend. 

She asked him straight up if he was going to tell you. He grunted and left the table. No one else said a word.

He didn’t know what to do or how to be around you now. There was this thing connecting you two and only he could feel it. He could feel your emotions coming down the bond but you couldn’t feel his. You didn’t have a bond with him.

He couldn’t look you in the eye after that. Too scared that he’d fess up. Or, that he’s mess up more like it. It was better to say nothing until you were gone back to the dawn court. 

That was supposed to be the end of it. Azriel was willing to ignore the bond and try to go on with his life. Or give it a couple of years and try to reach out to you to start fresh. But fate is tricky.

All of a sudden he was in the tea room of the dawn court. Something about a ball in the winter court. Of course Cassian didn’t tell him that you’d be joining them. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you at the ball. He tried, he really tried. He talked to Mor, he shifted his body so that he wasn't in your direct line of sight. He tried. He just couldn’t stop looking for you, or at you.

Seeing you chat with Elias did feel like a pinch to the heart. He had no room to be jealous. You didn’t know about the bond. And he had a feeling that even if you did, you still wouldn’t like him in that way.

What shocked him the most was seeing you heal that young boy. It was like witnessing that type of magic he only heard about in children’s stories. You were more than a question, you are an impossible woman.

If this were a perfect would, he could love you.

But this isn't a perfect world.

And here you lay on the ground.

Azriel carefully wrangles your body into his arms. He looks down at you, worried and still just as confused about you as the day he first saw you. He walks back towards the palace with you in tow.

[mochinomnoms]

not to immediately send an ask (i was online) but blinks cutely. birth charts? im wondering how many of them would make sense using that hc (sorry sent from main wwww-)

hehehe hiii!

I love birth charts! They're very cool tho I'm not super great at analyzing them, I can get the basic big ones, which are the sun, moon, and ascendant/rising, though venus, mars, and mercury are also big influences as well!

The sun sign is your ego, who you are at your core. The moon is your emotions and how you express them. Your rising (which is what planet was 'rising' on the eastern horizon as you were being born) is how you present and how people perceive you. Mercury is how you communicate, leo is how you love, and mars is how you take action.

I'll show mine as a reference and try to explain it and how it works:

This is what a birth chart would typically look like, it reflects off the night sky I think, while the symbols represent the planets, and the numbers on the inside are houses, which are connected to the signs.

The placement of a planet/celestial body in the sky (or in the chart) according to where, when, and what time you're born is how we know what our signs are!

So in my chart, when I was born, the Sun was in Cancer's body, the Moon in Scorpio while Scorpio was also rising, my mercury is in Cancer as well, my Venus in Leo, and my Mars in Libra.

I entered Kalim's birth date based on @acetrappolad's (sorry for tagging lol) headcanon and decided to make his birth time 1pm since that puts him at Libra rising on the eastern horizon, since I think that Libra rising fits him best. And since from what we can generally tell the Scalding Sands would be most similar to the United Arab Emirates based on the Silk event, I entered Dubai as his birth place, and here would be his hypothetical chart:

For sure we know that Kalim is a Cancer Sun, which means for him he is fundamentally a sensitive, nurturing, and gentle person at his core, which fits the Kalim we know in canon! But how about the rest of his chart?

His Moon is in Aries, which means that his feels his emotions in a very assertive, forthcoming way. Moon in Aries means that they're impatient with getting what they want, live in the moment, and have a strong sense of self. Emotional issues come first, and with this placement an Aries Moon would be one to take things very personally, as this is a defensive position for the moon to be in, and with the combination of a Cancer Sun, prone to hold a grudge. This I think is a lot more debatable with how Kalim acts in game, but you could also argue for it, as Aries Moons tend to need to act out their needs and emotions, they're not very patient and instant-gratification is the go to, as they are willing to put themselves out into the world and make an impression.

His rising in Libra means that he comes off as fair and just, these individuals come off as rather pleasant and seem to like smoothing things over. Which i think fits Kalim a lot, especially knowing his dorm's general opinions on him and how he felt about Jamil after his overblot. However, Libra Risings tend to have problems in closer relationships, even though they tend to attract people to them. They're charming, have a gentle approach, and are seemingly easygoing. Their worst quality, which is another reason I think this fits Kalim, is that they tend to go with the 'nice guy' approach and have a need to appeal and win others over.

His Mercury is in Cancer, which fits fairly well actually. Cancer Mercuries communicate with feelings and is easily influenced by those around them. Kalim has been seen in game to actually be a lot more intuitive to other's emotions and moods as Libra Mercuries are, but lets himself bury that deep in order to avoid reality. These signs like to please others and make good impressions.

His Venus is also in Cancer, which means that these indivduals are committed and predictable. They are sentative to love and give a lot to their parnters. A Cancer Venus is one who shows they love by caring for you, which for Kalim probably means financially caring for you. They can be moody however and prone to silent treatments and pouting, which I'm not sure if Kalim would do or not, but I can definitely see it happening even if it hasn't happened in canon.

Is Mar is also in....CANCER! Cancers Mars are more passive-agressive when taking action. They resist change and shy away from direct confrontations, which I think does fit Kalim very well. They have to feel secure before acting and can be seen as slow because of this. Mar is also tied to physical energy, and funny enough, the sites I'm using mentions that when being intimate with someone else, Cancer Mars feel best when turning their energy to protect and nurture to their partner. And evidently are most likely to be turned on at the thought of making a baby. They don't like indifference, and when cornered can come off as defensive and have emotional displays.

The rest of Kalim's chart is a bit harder for me to really speak of, since I'm not super familiar with the houses or the other planets, but some of it is more generational (Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto I think) and not specific to a person as much as they are to an age range.

The sheet amount of hypothetical water signs, let alone a cardinal one, over all means that Kalim is primarily ruled by his emotions and has a lot of difficulty with conflict. But I'm sure someone with better understanding of birth charts can actually make him a better one that is a lot more accurate that what I have here heheeheee~