#trying not to think abt how his ears are still hidden

[thestarfilledsea]

So about younger Macaque

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I’m doing great today thanks for asking

[asterias-record-shop]

hi! i did the last request for your fic "attention" and omg it was so good, thank u!

i was wondering if we could have another ethan fic, or hcs, whichever would be easier for you to write or do, with just kinda dominant things abt him? both sfw and nsfw if u can!

but maybe include something with both degradation and praise again? one or the other, you don’t have to do both if it’s too much!

i really appreciate ur work, ur doing amazing!

thank u! 🖤

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— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really dominant until he met you. Ethan was classically more of a submissive by nature because that's how he stayed hidden, but when he met you, a playful and funny girl that always stayed by his side.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you out after finally finding all of the courage he could and surprised when you said yes. He was so confused when you said yes, but he went along with it, grateful that you did.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who takes you out on a classic dinner and a movie date, a horror movie to be exact. Whether you were fine with horror or not, you would still be basically gripping his hands and almost spilling into his seat.

"Ethan, you so planned this!"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who actually did plan it, but not expecting you to go through with it. After the movie he took you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, paying for you like a gentleman and walking you back home, not even trying to get a kiss before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"You weren't going to leave me without a kiss, were you?"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who does kiss you, hard and passionately as you push your hands into his curls and pull him lower with a loud groan.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates and became the best boyfriend ever, accidentally becoming more of a dominant partner. He would carry all of your stuff, always having one of your ChapSticks or perfumes you always forgot.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who shows it subtly, not really putting it on show with a tight hand on your hip that keeps you close by. He would always pull you close at parties and get you your drinks, watches them when you go dance, he would definitely come off more as a soft dominant in public spaces.

NSFW

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really sure how to be dominant at first. His actions outside of the bedroom were basically second for you, he liked to take care of the person he was in love with.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who first figures out he was your dom whenever you slip into that hazy mindset where your mind was in the clouds and you were begging for him to fuck you, legs spread and eyes basically clouded from the way you looked at him. It made him lose control, slipping into your leaking cunt and thrusting into you with no warning, fucking you until you couldn’t think about anything else but his cock.

“What, you want me to stop? You’re crying, you want me to stop?”

“No, no! No, don’t want you to stop, keep fucking me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who - as your dom - expected you to be at the door waiting to give him head when he got home. He would use your mouth like a fleshlight for his own pleasure, forcing your head against the wall and fucking your throat until he came a satisfactory amount and watched as you swallow it.

“Taste good baby?”

“Mhm, so good, E.”

“Good girl, baby, you’re such a good girl for me. Why don’t you go put on a pretty little outfit for me so I can make dinner?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who makes you play with yourself on the counter next to the stove as he cooks dinner, watching as you use your fingers that didn’t do enough to fuck your pretty leaking cunt as he made your favorite for dinner. The squelching of your wet pussy was music to his ears as you fucked yourself fast and roughly, trying to find that spot inside of you only Ethan could get.

“Please, Ethan, I need you to fuck me! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“In a minute, baby, let me finish dinner. I don’t want it to burn.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finishes dinner and sits you on his cock as you both ate, feeding you and helping to make sure that you were comfy in your hazy state of mind, giving you a loving slap to your ass every time you tried to move on his cock. It would make you whine and beg, beg for him to fuck you right on the table, but Ethan was patient in a way you never expected when it came to being dominant in bed.

“Ethan, please, need to be fucked and used by you! Please, please use me!”

“When we finish eating baby, be patient.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who gets annoyed whenever you don’t stop teasing him, riding his cock and humping against him as he fed you and ate himself, finally standing up and walking to your shared room to take you off his coke and throw you on the bed.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who punishes you with a vibrator he got molded to his own cock, knowing damn well none of the others could satisfy you but also knowing that only he could make you cum. Watching as you tried to get yourself off in desperation, screaming and sobbing and moaning as you begged for him to fuck you.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being bad, but please fuck me — please fuck me Ethan!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s debating whether he should fuck you or not, taking so much pleasure in watching you come undone at his hand from a sex toy molded to his own body, the vibrator finally hitting that spot inside of you that actually made you cum. Staring at your face as it scrunches up, relishing in your moans and pleads.

“Ethan, please, please fuck me with your cock! Your real cock, need to cum on your cock, need to feel you cumming inside of me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who starts to tease you, whispering naughty things in your ear to get you all desperate and flustered.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck you and help get you off, is that it darling?”

“Oh, well what do I get in return, baby? Fucking a baby into you is enough payment, but I don’t know if you deserve it…”

“You’re such a fucking slut, wanting my cum and my cock when you’ve cum so many times around this silicone toy. You’re such a slut I’m sure you’d keep cumming if I keep this inside of you and shove my dick inside your tight cunt with it. I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finally gives in, turning from teasing and taunting you to the most praiseful man ever.

“You’re doing so good for me, my darling girl, so fucking good. I could cum right now in your tight cunt, that’s how good you are for me.”

“You don’t have to ask to cum baby, you can cut all you want, that’s your reward for being such a good cunt for me. An amazing fucking place holder for my cock, this is where my cock belongs. Inside of you, every second of the fucking day.”

“Fuck yes baby, You’re doing so good for me, I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fill you up baby, fuck!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s only focused on your pleasure, continuing to fuck you until you tell him you can’t go on anymore, watching you come down from your hazy mindset as he cleaned you up, pressing a firm kiss to your cum stained thighs.

“You did so good for me darling, so fucking good.”

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[thatdeadaquarius]

m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-

you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-

in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????

anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope

sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈

SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)

this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect

gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol

ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!

No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.

so this was gonna be chill but-

BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES

THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED

WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??

like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭

u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO

If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL

I like to think since you sound the OLDEST

that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech

(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)

and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references

theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,

so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like

“How’s your day been Azhy?”

“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”

“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”

camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol

♤

FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-

HE’S OVER HERE LIKE

“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”

“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”

HIS FACE-

He’s literally just → 😰😣💀

(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)

He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭

(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)

Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol

THANKS FOR SENDING IN YOUR IDEAS!! I FUCKING LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS BRAINROTS OVER STUFF!! AND SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK FOREVER!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH YEAR OF UNI FOR ME/IM GRADUATING!! <333 TYSM ANON!!

Safe Travels,

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[marinaiguess]

sonic plays the guitar whenever he feels a little down, whenever running doesn't feel like the best choice; on rainy days or even lazy days because hedgehog heroes deserve those too. and when he plucks the chords, tails can see the tranquility that takes over his body, his expression is soft and not exaggeratedly happy or optimistic. tails can see the real sonic for a few moments, the one who doesn't wear a mask to hide his true feelings in favour of his friends, the one who accepts he can't always save the entire world, the one who knows that his "die-hard" attitude is just a fuel to keep himself going and to not give up.

sonic also knows that tails notices, but he's fine with that. he can't hide from him; of course his only family can read him like an open book. what he doesn't know is that tails is inspired by this, by how sonic allows the guitar to rip his mask off of his face, how something as simple as a musical instrument can have such an effect on a person.

so, he wants to try it out, in order to understand how sonic feels, and maybe to impress him by how naturally good he is at it. except, he isn’t. when sonic goes outside and tails claims to work on a new invention, he secretly tries to learn how to play the guitar. and it’s so hard, how does sonic make it look so easy? he can’t even play the simplest chord without it sounding like an eggman robot getting destroyed. practice makes perfect. that’s what he says to himself to keep going. yet, it doesn’t work. 

when sonic notices the lack of new inventions recently, he gets a little worried but instead of asking tails about it (since he was certain he would deny everything), he stays outside the workshop unbeknownst to tails. he’s expecting to hear something, anything that will disclose his brother’s current state. why has he been lying to him? is anyone blackmailing tails? if eggman is behind this- 

and then his ear twitches. a chord. but he isn’t familiar with that sound. and then he hears another one and he feels shivers down his spine. whatever is making these weird sounds, definitely does not know what the correct chords are. is that why tails hasn’t told him anything abt his new invention? because he hasn’t found a way to make it work correctly? he peaks from the window, careful to not be seen. 

the last thing he expects to see, is tails holding his guitar, tongue sticking out, hands struggling to find the chords. sonic’s hands fly to his mouth in an attempt to silence his surprised snort. he looks at him in awe, the sight before his eyes makes his heart warm and he is sure he will keep this memory close to his heart. and then another out of tune chord is heard and sonic can’t help but wince, still smiling at how cute tails looks when he is mad. tails grumbles, clearly frustrated and defeated, leaving the guitar on the couch as he walks away from it. 

sonic’s face softens even more. he can’t believe tails has been trying to learn how to play the guitar. he feels kinda bad that he has been failing to do so but a sudden idea completely changes his mood. he rushes to the city and when he’s back, he finds a very confused tails sitting on the couch, looking at him. tails mumbles and stutters as he tries to explain why the guitar was beside him but sonic simply walks to him, places his hand on his buddy’s shoulder and makes him stop. 

he gives him a smile. and a present. 

sonic is holding what seems like a smaller guitar. tails’ shock cannot be hidden and sonic cracks up. he explains that he overheard him trying to play the guitar. tails looks a bit flustered but his attention is focused on that thing sonic is holding; he doesn’t think he’s seen something similar before. 

“it’s a ukulele.” sonic tells him to clear his confusion. “easier to learn and to play and its sounds are beautiful too.”

tails takes it from sonic’s hands and admires the beautiful handicraft; it’s expertly made out of wood yet it feels so valuable and fragile. tails wants to object, to give this back to sonic but he already knows what his little bro is thinking of, so he pushes the ukulele back to his chest, giving him a reassuring look. 

tails knows he can’t win this one, so he sits down. he hesitates but he plays a chord. this time it doesn’t sound bad at all! sonic seems more excited than he himself is, so he keeps on playing. 

soon the two of them spend their nights singing songs while both play their own musical instruments, accompanying one another. sonic suggests they invite their friends over once in a week to light a campfire outside and have fun while they all sing together and tails agrees wholeheartedly.

[whalesforhands]

now that i think about it, i don’t we’ve actually seen any mention of dyf!mc’s family. is mc’s family alive, even? is she like,, an orphan? or does she not like to talk abt them for some reason? just a thought

speaking of dyf!mc, since gojo was so casual with calling utahime abt mc being alive again, imagine with nanami, riko and haibara’s reactions were 😭

-omori anon

i’ve been waiting for this question LOL

it is because ‘digest your feelings’ is quite literally and primarily focused on your feelings about the jjk cast, haha. other family members/friends or none at all is up to your own interpretation, since they aren’t my main point :)

however if you do see ocs (eg sylrel from stt) know that they do have a significance lol

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“Are you actually real?!” She’s poking at you, squishing your face, pulling your cheeks, prodding at your ears as Kuroi joins in, her hands clasped around your fingers with happy tears in her eyes as they began their onslaught on tears onto the couch.

“I can’t believe it…!” She’s sniffling, the words barely eligible through the extremely grateful, crying tones.

You’ve been getting hounded by the two the moment they quite literally fell over themselves as they burst through the front door, shoes haphazardly thrown off and jumping you the moment you greeted them with the intent of having a lovely catch up over tea and snacks.

Riko is still in shock, hands dropping onto your shoulders, shaking you back and forth vigorously as disbelieved eyes run up and down you over and over, stopping shortly to pinch herself as her brain begins to spin.

“Riko, dear, please do not harm her—“ Kuroi is panicking, dabbing a tissue (courtesy of you) to her face as she loosely attempts to loosen her lady’s hold on you, trying to pry away her hands before any serious injury is dealt.

(She’s not very successful, considering the waterfall of tears from her face.)

“I can assure you she’s plenty real.” Suguru’s gentle voice is all you can hear when he approaches, a hand smoothing out your hair as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, tray of tea set down inconspicuously quick in order to reach you.

Riko jumps away instantaneously.

“Blegh, married people!” Riko’s immediately shrinking into herself, hands crossed over her chest as she sticks her tongue out in utter disgust. “Especially with that weird, conman smile of yours!”

“Riko… Insulting our hosts is not—“

“My, you still think that after all these years?” Suguru’s beginning to pull away from you, the smile on his face trembling to keep up its appearance, vein popping on his head as he begins to turn away, only for your hands to reach up and grab his head.

“I think it’s a pretty smile…!” You hope he doesn’t see the sweat that was beginning to form… Your eyes jumping from his enamored gaze stuck on you to an even more disgusted Riko.

(Doesn’t she know this is her chance to run?!)

“Ahhh, Suguru…! I forgot I already ate all the snacks you bought from Osaka!” Satoru is back from scouring through the cabinets, unable to find the treats as a pout is on his face, his hands settling on your shoulders from behind, his body leaned down and cuddling his cheek onto the top of your head.

“Don’t be mad at me? Pleaseeeeee?”

(Holding you like this to him and making puppy dog eyes is bound to make Suguru less angry.)

“This glutton…” Suguru is trying to hold it together as Riko starts arguing with a guiltless Satoru, teary-eyed Kuroi and yourself trying your best to defuse the situation.

(“How did you even finish so much?!”

“My husband just has the best taste in food!”

“You greedy, oddly skinny, treat-stealing—!”

“Riko—“ A sniffle as she politely blows her nose. “I can’t say that I disagree but—“

“My wife!” He looks down at you with hidden playfulness and cute mischief in his grin. “Defend my honour from the invading troops!”

“Don’t try to make up for his mistake—!”)

The doorbell rings. A few polite knocks to the door ensue before a figure bursts in, trailed by another behind.

“Yahoo! We bought cake!”

——

“How many fingers am I holding up?!” Haibara’s face is tense, concentrated into one of extreme focus and constipated anticipation, lips bitten in anxiety induced stress as he stares deeply into your gaze.

“Uhm… 3?”

“She’s real—!” He’s cut off by the sudden smack to the back of his head, a gargled choke coming out before he falls to the floor in mock defeat. “That does not prove anything.”

The heavy drawl of Nanami’s voice sounds out as goggled eyes stare at you, before they’re abruptly pulled off to take in the way your face is turning blank, yet still withholding that innocent smile.

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Ahaha… I get that quite a lot.” You’re scratching your cheek as you really let that feeling sink in, taking a breath in, shimmering eyes opening fully to truly convince yourself.

“But I have to say…” Your eyes take in the older forms of the people around you. “You’ve all grown so beautifully… Care to catch me up to speed about your lives?” The smile on your face is playful and happy, relaxed and at ease.

You’re home.

Notes:

Shortly after Gojo had sent your selfie to Utahime via text message, there was an absolute barrage of calls that Satoru had shrugged off and said the following;

“Nahhhh, let’s just let her come see you in person!” As he completely ignored his phone, throwing the vibrating device behind him as he kisses your hair, and pressing sloppy pecks to your cheeks as you squealed and tried to pull away.

Utahime showed up at the door shortly after Nanami and Haibara, her clothes in absolute disarray and looking as if she had just gone through hell, before she spots you, shoulders suddenly relaxing and practically tackling you into a hug, weeping and crying.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” The cryptic text messages Shoko had sent about being happy, the sudden selfies Satoru had sent… Good god, she had hoped for the worst.

But this outcome… Where she’s crying into your arms and being happy… All whilst muttering about strangling the white haired menace alongside wringing his husband.

She likes it.

(She still boarded the earliest train possible and had barely packed anything in her rush to see you.)

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—— short renjun drabble (1.9k)

where in renjun wants you to feel cared for!

cw! talks abt cuts on reader palms, slight family issues and details about cleaning the cuts. (sorry to anyone that feels uncomfortable!!)

you were having an awful day, an argument with your family last night leaving the same terrible feeling. you laid in bed all night, not sure if sleep ever came to you. you remember your eyes tracing over your ceiling, your eyes feeling so heavy, the way they burned when you blinked. the way your thoughts were racing, how they were so loud they seemed to buzz in your ears, while you wondered why you didn't seem to fit in your own family.

you love them, you loved your family, you knew you did but you didn't like them. their words and actions bringing you hurt, you knew it wasn't on purpose, well you thought it wasn't on purpose. the small comments towards you, or the clear difference of their behavior towards you caused you to wonder. you hoped it wasn't on purpose. you didn't know and you didn't think knowing would bring you any comfort.

you were hidden out in the library, sitting in the back corner. where the lights were dimmed and the bookcases holding dust, showing they had been forgotten, left behind, they weren't loved anymore. it had become your usual spot, knowing nobody ever payed attention to that back corner. you usually read or scrolled on your phone, while your music played quietly in your ears, though today you did neither. you laid in the narrow aisle, with your eyes focused on the ceiling. you were so tired, yet your eyes just wouldn't close.

a light weight landing on your stomach, bringing you out of your daze you knew your quiet time was interrupt. looking down noticing it was your favorite snack, knowing it was renjun as he often kept you company. always sitting a few feet away, never going out of his way to start conversations or give you attention. you were thankful, you enjoyed the small talks you had every so often but were comfortable with the fact you guys could sit in silence, doing your own thing. renjun always working on something, the light scratches of his pencil against his papers had becoming comforting.

you moved the snack off of you, placing it gently next to your side, you were thankful knowing renjun didn't have to be so nice to you. he didn't owe you anything. but you were so tired, too tired to say anything, hoping he wouldn't find you rude as you turned back to the ceiling, closing your eyes as you ignored everything around you.

rustling took over the once before too quiet space, you didn't open your eyes, you couldn't find it in yourself to worry about the noise, only opening your eyes slightly when you felt a presence next to you. the dimmed lights burning your eyes, needing a second to adjust before your vision cleared, seeing renjun now laying in the empty space next to you.

"hi," he mumbled out, his eyes tracing over your face before meeting yours, giving you a small smile. you hummed out as response before laying how you were before, closing your eyes again.

"you feeling okay?" he asked in a gentle whisper, his voice sounding so light. he had noticed something was obviously wrong trying not to overstep or upset you further, although he didn't like seeing you upset.

a stiff shake of your head was his only answer, there was no more talking after that, both of you still laying side by side. you could feel renjuns warmth, his arm almost brushing against you. you weren't sure why but you felt quieter, your thoughts not being so loud anymore, not taking over all of your senses. you had moved slightly, lazily draping your arms across your chest, your palms being slightly visible from the way they rested on you.

renjun had been looking over at you, tracing over your face before glancing down at your palms, he wasn't surprised too see the angry red marks tattooed into your skin but he noticed they looked more irritated than usual. the marks shouldn't have been noticeable unless you were looking for them, and he was. he had noticed them a while ago, more often than not red crescents seemed to be scarred into your palms.

he never brought it up knowing it wasn't his place to comment on it, he hoped in time you might open up to him when you felt comfortable or maybe you would grow out of it. he had figured it was anxiety or maybe a subconscious movement you did, but he didn't know so we always kept an eye out. he winced knowing it couldn't have been comfortable, yet he had never seen you even flinch.

he shook his head, getting out of his thoughts as he quietly began to sit up, watching to make sure he wasn't disturbing you. he made his way out of the library, leaving you alone in the quiet space.

he came back not longer after, taking his place next to you once again, changing his position this time to sit by your side with his legs crossed. reaching out, he gently poked your shoulder, a small smile taking over his face as he saw you sleepily open your eyes at him.

"can i see your hands?" he asked although immediately regretting phasing it like that, his nose scrunching up as he titled his head back, letting out a small breath in anger towards himself. he watched as you instinctively tried to hide your hands, curling them into fists, your nails hitting all the sore spots on your palms but you barely showed a reaction.

"wait, im sorry.." he sputtered out. "i noticed them a while ago..'' he trailed off as he looked down at his lap, "like the marks and stuff. they don't look good, i just- i want to help." he continued, as his eyes glances up to gauge your reaction, hoping he hadn't overstepped, ready to apologize a hundred times if he had.

he watched as you blinked at him before mirroring his position, your knees slightly brushing his as you sat up. you stayed in silence, holding your hand out to him as you looked over to the dusty bookcases. you felt his gentle hold on your hand, moving so slowly and carefully like you were so delicate, you could break at any second.

he pulled out a small bag from behind him, placing it in the empty space next to your legs, he left your hand resting on his knee as he pulled out supplies he thought might be helpful. slowly reading over everything in the bag, placing what he thought would be the most helpful in a pile.

you glance back over when you felt him hold your wrist, beginning to gently wipe and disinfect your hand, your hand stinging slightly but you didn't move away. he mumbled out apologies, letting out his own winces when he thought it might be painful, then only becoming more gentle with you. you felt him doing the same to your finger, your face scrunched in confusion, renjun glancing at you as he saw your expression change, hoping it wasn't too painful for you. you didn't think anything was on your finger, but you shrugged it off trusting renjun.

he placed your hand back down his lap, moving onto your other hand repeating everything he had done. sitting in silence the whole time, though neither of you felt awkward, renjun being too focused on helping you to start a conversation, while you didn't really care.

a gentle pat on your hands let you know he was done, you moved your hands off of his lap while he slightly turned to pack up the small kit again. you look down examining all of bandages on your palms, and they way they went up your fingers. the same old thoughts came back, you didn't feel quiet anymore. the thoughts plaguing your brain, seeming to yell out, one being significantly louder than the rest, renjun has showed you more care than your own family.

you kept looking at the bandages littering your hands, your thoughts only worsening. you were already having a hard time and this just seemed to worsen everything. the gentleness in which renjun had helped you making your eyes burn, blinking rapidly to get rid of the sensation.

the way he had gently held your hands in his own, the way his eyes softly looked over your face for any signs of discomfort. the way he let our winces and whines when thought something he was doing might be painful, like he was the one who was hurt. the way he treated you so softly, so delicate. how he always respected you, never crossing your boundaries, how he waited for you to get comfortable with him. the way he sat with you everyday in silence and every once seemed annoyed or frustrated with you.

renjun gently pulling your hand towards him again brought you out of your thoughts, the burn in your eyes only worsening. he reached back grabbing a pen before mumbling, "wait, im not done yet." his face scrunches in concentration as he dragged the pen along the bandaid.

the bandage on your finger now holding a smiley face, a smile gracing your features as you looked at it, before your face dropped. you tried to hide it but renjun noticed, he always noticed. he wondered if he was the reason, you seemed to be suddenly upset.

you looked up at him meeting his eyes as you sniffled slightly, "thank you renjun." you hoped your eyes showed how appreciative you were, renjun had mentioned how your eyes seemed to show everything before. you were praying he was right in this moment, you didn't know the words to explain how thankful you were.

"don't thank me, it was nothing." he responded honestly, shaking his head at your words. knowing he would do this a thousand times over, although he hoped you wouldn't need him too.

your face scrunched in confusion looking at him, not knowing how this could be nothing. he sighed before replying again, "was just so ugly couldn't stand looking at it anymore. the same could be done for your face but i don't think i have enough bandages in here." he trails off, with a grin on his face.

a laugh bubbles out of your throat before you shake your head, "shut up, you care about me just admit it." his eyes glancing down to your pouted lips before meeting your eyes again.

"i would never, so gross honestly." he replied though he was laughing as well. he did care about you and he hoped you knew, he hoped he was able to show you in the small things he did. he knew you were going through a hard time recently, seeing the dark circles under your eyes. the way your eyes would blink heavily all day, the way you would rub at them or shake your head trying to keep the sleep away. the way you seemed to stare in the distance zone out more than before. how you seemed more irritable, barking out dry responses, the way your face would flush when you noticed yourself being rude.

he tried to show you love in his own way, whether it be bringing you your favorite snacks, or starting stupid conversations to make you laugh. playfully nudging you, watching the way you tilted over before doing it back, acting more dramatic. letting out a yell before stumbling over, feeling incredibly embarrassed but the way your cheeks flushes and the giggles that left your mouth were worth it. sitting with you in complete silence, or taking care of your hands for you.

the two of you quieted down, your laughs trailing off. looking at each other once again, "thank you really. i don't know what to say but thank you."

"its fine, really. i feel better knowing you were taken care of," he insisted, you nodded your head feeling shy, looking down at your fingers picking at the skin around your nails. "come on," he dramatically groaned out. " i just bandaged you up, you just want me to take care of you don't you? you know if you wanted me to touch you, all you had to do is ask.." his sentence ends in a small laugh, not being able to stay serious.

"you sound like a creep," you speak out as you playfully push his shoulder, although you can feel the slight burn in your cheeks. you did want him to take care of you but you wouldn't ever tell him, you didn't need to burden him along with your family.

he goes to move before looking over at you, "is it okay if i sit there?" you follow his arm to where hes pointing, you look over at the space next to you before nodding your head. you can feel his shoulder pressed against your own, his warmth making you want to melt into him. you hadn't noticed you had been so cold. he hesitantly grabs your hand, watching for your reaction ready apologize if you seemed uncomfortable.

he holds your hand in his loosely before grabbing his phone with his other hand, beginning to scroll through it. you watch in confusion once again, wondering why he is holding your hand to scroll through his phone.

"im sorry but you're not ruining all my hard work. your hand is staying over here," he turns his head meeting your eyes, sending you a sweet smile. you couldn't help but smile back him. he turns back to his phone after a moment, resting his head on the bookshelf behind the two of you.

you pushed your shoulder into him nudging him, renjun doing it back once before you sit together. looking over his shoulder slightly watching him scroll through his phone, moving closer to rest your head on his shoulder. feeling the quiet come back, a wave of sleep washes over you and you let out a small yawn. nuzzling into his shoulder lightly, you feel him tense for a second before he relaxes. if you looked up you would have noticed the blush rising on his face.

his head falls to to rest his cheek against your head, sitting in silence. only the occasional laugh from something you both find funny on his phone, or the quiet voices when a video pops up. you're enjoying the comfort that you only seem to get around renjun, you don't think anyone had ever made you feel so comfortable and safe. you know no one has, only renjun.

he isnt sure when but you fall asleep, he only notices when he goes to show you something he thought you would find funny. he looks at you with a smile when he sees you asleep, your cheeks smushed from laying against his shoulder. he knows you were tired, happy that youre able to catch up on your sleep. feeling even happier that you feel comfortable enough around him to be asleep, to sleep against him. he turns his volume down, trying his best to stay still not wanting to disturb you. he looks down at you again, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, so light you probably wouldn't have noticed if you were awake, before he goes back to scrolling on his phone.

[vermillionbun]

hello!!!!!! i read ur cat xiao fics and ugh just *chef kiss* 😭🤌 and i have a request? brainrot??? ask???? i guess????????

so after a not too long of living together, xiao maybe slips up and mentions that his birthday is coming soon and reader decides to surprise him with a little party at home and get him a gift but the catch is, reader is super bad at choosing gifts so they decide to enlist the help of their friend(s). one day xiao accidentally overhears the reader talking to their friend on the phone but only small little snippets like “hybrid, shop, money” and he immediately assumes the worst but decides to wait a while and see if the reader’s planning smt. soon he confronts us abt it bc he just can’t take it anymore and we have to awkwardly explain him everything and cue a flustered, on the verge of tears, kitty xiao bc he misunderstood it all😔

I'm so sorry it took so long T<T. I rewrote this thing multiple times, since I didn't like how it turned out and then there was Ani-fest this weekend in my town, so I also went there. Also (F/n) stands for 'Friend's name'. I know, very creative, but what else could I really put?

But, without further or do, hope you enjoy ^^

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‘Hmm, I wonder when Master will be back’. I don’t track the exact time they come home, but they’re back before sunset and it’s almost fully dark now. *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*. Footsteps. Someone is coming up the stairs outside. I straighten my ears and raise my body as the footsteps get closer to the front door. “...I don’t know… hybrid shop… money…worth it?...”. I feel a shiver run down my spine. ‘What was that?…’. What do they mean? It’s obvious the conversation is cut off, but these words… Something doesn’t feel right. ‘Wait… Are, are they going to get rid of me!? No no no, it can’t be, can it? They promised, th-they…’. I could feel the fur on my face getting wet. Master wouldn’t do that, would they?

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“(F/n), you aren’t helping. Not only is everything overpriced, but it’s usually garbage quality. I was thinking of getting him a small accessory or something more sentimental. Sure the toys and extras at the store could be entertaining for normal cats, but he’s a hybrid. He didn’t look interested in any of the toys when we went there the first time, plus, one of the few things he plays with is yarn, which, you guessed it, I can buy at a craft store. Anyways, I’ve been standing in front of my door for 15 min now, we’ll talk tomorrow. Have a good night.”.

I sigh, closing my phone. I’m still lost. Xiao doesn’t have a lot of interests. The few things he likes are almond tofu and yarn, but I’m not about to buy him that for his birthday. He already sees small things like that as a privilege, I’m not going to make him think he’s restricted to things he enjoys only on special occasions!

Twisting the key, I enter my apartment, expecting Xiao to be looking at the door from the corner, but… he isn’t? ‘Huh, weird. Maybe he fell asleep in my room? He doesn’t seem to be in the living room.”. I take off my shoes and head to my room. As expected, Xiao’s laying on my bed, but something doesn’t feel right. He’s curled up a lot tighter than usual and his face is tucked in his paws like he’s trying to hide his face. ‘This doesn’t feel right’.

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I can feel myself giggle again. Tomorrow is finally Xiao’s birthday and, admittedly, I've been way too giddy the past few days. I’ve hidden his gift in my backpack in my closet and I have almond tofu at the back of the fridge ready for tomorrow.

Coming out of the bathroom, I stretch and continue to dry my hair with a towel. ‘Wait, it’s Friday night now. I can spend the whole day tomorrow with Xiao!’. A smile tugs at my face as I enter my bedroom. Xiao is sitting on my bed in his catboy form, wearing a loose gray shirt and black shorts. His brows are furrowed, mouth in a frown and eyes staring at the floor. He seems to be deep in thought. "Achem, Xiao, is something wrong?". His head snaps up, as his body suddenly tenses up. His mouth keeps opening and closing, trying to say something. ‘Are…are those tears!?’. His eyes get watery as a tear slips from one of them.

Dropping the towel in my hand, I rushed to his side. “Xiao, baby, is something wrong?”. His body turns slightly, hands grabbing onto my shirt and clutching it tightly. “You-you promised!”. He said through choked sobs. His whole body is shaking as he’s burying his face in my shoulder, tears soaking my shirt. “Sweetheart, everything is alright, no need to panic.”- I say as I pat his head. 

Little by little his choked sobs are reduced to quiet sniffles. By this time my hand has settled by the end of his head, twirling a lock of his hair between my fingers. “There there, a bit better?”. He nuzzled his head closer to my neck, hugging me tighter, as he let out a low hum in agreement. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”. He lifted his head, red, puffy and teary eyes looking at me. “You won’t abandon me too, right?” “Of course not, why would you ever think that?”. He looked down in shame, blush creeping up his cheeks from embarrassment. “A couple day ago, I overheard a conversation you had over the phone…It was something about the hybrid shop and if something is worth it, so I-I th-thought…I-I’m sorry…”. Xiao was tearing up again.

Tucking him into my chest, I kissed his head. ”Oh sweetheart, I would never. I was talking about something drastically different”. Getting up, I head to the closet, taking a small teal box with a black and yellow ribbon wrapped around. “I was supposed to give this to you tomorrow, but I suppose I can do it now too. Happy early birthday Xiao”. 

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Taking the box in his hands, he undoes the ribbon, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Opening it, his eyes widened. There layed a silver necklace of a vermilion bird, black stones engraved at the tips of it’s tails and wings and a green gem for it’s eye. It seems you noticed the tattoo on his arm. Memories come flooding back as tears appear in his eyes again. “Thank you”. Was all he said and that was all that needed to be said.

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And that's all for now for our lovable catboy <3 Also, apparently while writing this my brain decided to expand on the lore even more, so would anyone be interested in those 'memories' that flooded Xiao's mind when he saw the neckless?(May or may not lead to future angst)

Taglist: @vault-of-reblogs @sweet-almonds @venyan @traumamakesmefunnier @nillajhayne @apyrose @crowbird @reisinnie @sweetsandwichgardener @mizutatoes  @clxudy-sky3z @moguu0

[florietiae]

thinking abt my fandomless mermaid oc again. ( well, not quite. i made her a water spirit instead. bullet point info undercut. keep in mind that i'm still working things out so i may tweak some of this later. )

her name is madeline ty.

dark hair, dark-eyed. small freckles along the bridge of her nose.

she was human once. married young & was eventually drowned by her shitty, abusive husband.

( feel like now would be a good time to mention that madds is semi-based on slavic folklore & a creature called r.usalka. )

the g.ods quite literally went 'yeah, no. we're not having this' and would not let her die, so she was resurrected as a fertility / water nymph.

like most nymphs, maddie can still die, but her lifespan is increased well beyond natural concision. her beauty is largely unaffected by time.

yes, she does k.ill her ex. rips his throat out. no, she does not feel bad about it.

really loves kids.

can appear as human & walk on land, but needs to get back into the water at least one day a week.

very pansexual.

not necessarily malevolent or evil & will happily help you if you are hurt/lost etc, but she will also attempt to drag you under / wrap you in her hair and drown you if you threaten her. her teeth can change change shape, and are inhuman & sharp. almost shark-like when moving in for the kill.

has the gift of song, similar to mermaids. however, majority of the time, this is used to soothe, not kill/manipulate/enchant. ( not that she can't use it for that, but you know lmao. she just chooses not to. )

can heal as well, but may not be able to save you if the injury is grave enough.

working on human verse, but i'm thinking marine animal veterinarian ??

in verses where she is a nymph trying to live as a mortal, she's staying in a small, cozy apartment with a lake hidden near the back of the complex. this is where you'll find her during that 'one day a week' thing i mentioned.

how she might react upon your muse finding her will prob vary unless we discuss it.

does not have a tail like mermaids do, but does have silver scales that appear along her legs, and fin-like ears when in water.

thinking about Lore, and the idea of there being an herb / edible flower that she's able to eat to make herself permanently human, or, vice versa, make the other muse like her.

idk if i'll bother with icons in the end, but the vibe is something similar to m.aris r.acal.

when human, she is between the ages of 26 and 29. but i can write her to be older or younger depending on the plot.

that's all i can think of for now. i'll add / post more if it comes up!

i'm sure i can figure out write her into different fandoms so please feel free to interact!

[lunargrapejuice]

hi luna!

so my birthday is literally offcially in an hour (i‘m reaching my 20s woohoo) and ive been thinking abt how alhaitham or marius would celebrate their s/o‘s birthday with them nonstop. like i feel like, alhaitham would be the more romantic type of bf who expresses his love specially on that day with his quite obvious love language - acts of service before he spoils and fucks them into oblivion with every little favorite thing their s/o has.

whereas for marius i feel like he‘d simply just get into business immediately, even before the clock hits 12am just to have his s/o‘s next age start with a good ol‘ fuck because according to him, its a widely known fact that however you start your new age/year, that‘s how the rest of the year will pass too. and even if marius isn’t that superstitious usually, he seems like the type to do that, right? 😶‍🌫️

OHMYGOSH HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALY!🥰💖🥺🥳🎉 i hope you have any amazing day full of love & many delicious 'haitham and marius thoughts, they would both spoil you soo much 🥰💖

yesssss to all of this!! they would absolutely go all out for your birthday & make you feel so special & loved! i adore them😭💖 i couldn't help myself and wrote a little somethin' for you too👉🏻👈🏻🥺

(they’re nsfw so minor get outta here)

alhaitham:

“happy birthday sweetheart,” alhaitham whispers into the shell of your ear, soft and breathless. the tips of his gray hair tickle your skin with his proximity. the heat from his body was not doing any favors for your own that lay beneath him, panting and sweat beaded, still stuffed full of him and his release but you didn’t want him to part from you either. 

how is it he can still sound so collected after fucking you like he has been? still coming down from your second orgasm of the night, your first being on his tongue, you can barely open your eyes or reply to him while it washes over you and leaves you in a state of bliss. but it was you, and only you, that he wanted to be absolutely spoiled today. and spoil you he has; with his time, with his gifts and surprises, with his love, and he is far from done yet with the hours still left on your special day.

soft pink lips kiss your ear and down your neck, alhaitham grinding his hips into yours slowly even though you’re both sensitive and he groans deeply at the way your cunt tighten around him, your own pretty noises escaping past your lips.

“‘gonna spoil you rotten all night,” he says, his promise seeping into the supple skin at the base of your neck before he seals it with a kiss and a growing pace of his thrusts.

marius:

marius’ slows his movements, violet eyes softening in the midnight silver moonlight, his heart leaping out of his chest at the sight of you beneath him; legs spread and waiting for him, trying to hide your blushing, smiling face and your adorable quiet giggle at his reason for not waiting until at least midnight to start celebrating your birthday.

really, he could, and will, celebrate you every day like this, showering you with his love every chance he got, making you feel oh so good in ways no one else could. but on your birthday he had to spoil you especially so and he didn’t see the harm in starting a little early for the sake of being sure the rest of the year will bring much more of this, of you.

“i’m not sure i’ve heard that one before,” you reply playfully but he purposely makes it harder and harder to speak, to keep your face hidden behind your arm, when he slowly starts to push into you.

his own chuckle is strainted thanks to how tight your walls are around him as you take him so perfectly, inch by inch, but with a love stricken smirk, he says, “what, don’t believe me angel? i guess we’ll have to try it out every birthday just to be safe then heh.”

[m-jelly]

Sixth, I think your getting tired of me, but I promise we're almost ending.

I don't know how you feel abt writing something like this, so if u don't want to, it's perfectly fine girl.

Hybrid AU, u decide if it's modern or canon, where reader is an animal hybrid (u decide the animal), and when she's in full animal form she meets Levi, who starts venting abt his feelings and sadness, and reader knows people get better w a pet around, so she sticks w him like his therapy animal, but she doesn't get the nerve to tell him she's a hybrid cuz he might react badly, until one day he just comes home and sees this lady sleeping in his bed w his clothes...

Sure thing. I've done Kitsune Levi and Wolf Levi a lot, along with Reader being that on Ao3. So, I'm happy to do something on here. I'll make reader a kitsune.

Little fox

Pairing: Levi x Kitsune!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, falling in love, fluff, Kitsune reader, Levi opening up about his feelings and life, happy ending.

Concept: You and Levi have been friends for a while and both of you have hidden feelings, but you won't be more than friends because of your secret. As you wander around near Levi's home in your fox form, you come across your friend. Levi thinks you're a beautiful white fox with little red patterns on your face. He welcomes you into his home and looks after you. As you hang around Levi he opens up to you about things going on in his life. Levi decides on something and rushes out of the house. When Levi returns, he finds you in your human form sleeping on his bed in his shirt with your fox ears still on your head.

You trotted around the town in your fox form with Levi on the brain. You both were close, but there were hidden things inside you both. You wanted to tell him the truth, but it was hard. You thought he'd reject you as soon as he knew the truth.

You stopped at the side of the road and looked both ways, then you crossed the road making a little kid giggle as you went past. You came to a stop when you saw Levi had watched you. You stopped right in front of him and swished your tail before turning and walking.

Levi ran after you. "Hey, wait! Tch, what kind of fox looks both ways before crossing?"

You walked up a hill with Levi chasing you. You sniffed around, then turned and walked over to a hill and enjoyed the view. You ran back to Levi trying to catch up and bit his jacket. You pulled him along to the hill and sat.

Levi frowned a little. "Uh...this is weird." He sat next to you. "But nice." He reached over and started petting you. "You're so soft." He frowned as he studied you. "You're a special fox. I'm surprised you're a wild fox."

You moved closer to Levi and licked his cheek making him jump. You lay down and used his lap as a pillow.

Levi stared down at you. "Cute." He let out a long sigh and looked out at the view. "You know, it's been a while since I've done something like this." He frowned a little. "There is something in my life that helps me slow down, but I don't spend enough time with her than I want."

You nudged his hand and hummed when he fussed you.

He smiled a little and said your name. "That's who I wish I could be around more. Something is off with us though, we're both hiding things." He sighed. "I'll tell her everything soon. I just need to figure out my feelings because it's all new to me."

You looked up at him.

He smiled down at you. "I like her a lot and I want to have moments like this with her a lot more. She helps me enjoy the world around me." He scratched under your chin. "I need to head home now." He stood up. "Sorry."

You followed Levi to his home.

Levi unlocked his door and looked back to see you. "Have you got a home?"

You stared at him.

He let out a long sigh. "I've never had a pet before..." He opened his door. "Come on in."

You trotted inside his place and went to his kitchen. You placed your paws on the counter and sniffed the sink.

Levi hurried over to you. "You want water?" He grabbed a bowl and filled it for you. "Here."

You waited for him to put it down before you drank from it.

"I have no idea what to feed you. I'm guessing you like meat..." He sighed. "I'll go out and get something for you. I'm going to sit and have a cup of tea."

You ran into Levi's living room and sat down.

Levi joined you with his tea. "I should have gotten a pet sooner." He sat down. "It's nice to have someone to talk to."

You rested your head on his lap.

He smiled and fussed you. "You know, my childhood on the outside might be seen as bad, but it was wonderful. We had no money, but my mum would make fun out of anything. She's a great woman and is a big fan of a certain lady in my life." He said your name and smiled. "They're sweet together."

You nuzzled his hand more.

He let out a long sigh. "I loved my childhood. I should have had more fun when I got to being a teenager instead of working as hard as I did. I pushed myself too much." He smiled sadly. "If I have kids, which I'd like to, I would teach them to have fun and make the most of their life and explore things." He blushed. "There's only one person I want kids with." He cleared his throat.

You watched him down some of his tea as you felt a little flustered. You wanted what Levi wanted as well, but you hadn't done anything together because you were a kitsune and you hadn't told Levi that yet.

Levi hummed a little. "I should ask her on a date." He stood up. "I'm off to get some food. I'll be back soon."

You watched Levi leave and waited a while before you explored his place. You finally went to his room and turned into a human, but it meant you were naked. You took some of his clothes and pulled them on so you weren't butt naked in his house.

You sat on Levi's bed and looked through his bedside book to see it was a book you had recommended to him. You yawned a little and ended up falling asleep on his bed curled up and comfy.

Levi entered his house and put everything away. He frowned a little and looked around his place, but the fox was nowhere. He climbed his stairs and entered his room to see you sleeping on his bed, in his clothes with fox ears on your head.

He walked closer to you and sat on the bed at your side. He reached over and fussed your fox ears making you hum in happiness. He called your name and saw you open your eyes. "You were the fox?"

You sat up quickly and felt panic rush through you. "L-Levi. I umm..."

"I'm not mad. I'm shocked."

You blushed and hugged yourself. "I'm...I'm a kitsune. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I thought you'd hate me. Plus, it's pretty unbelievable that I'm a damn fox." You welled up. "I had no idea I'd run into you today. I was just walking and I...I liked spending time with you. I'm sorry I lied to you."

Levi hugged you tightly. "Don't cry."

You clung to Levi. "But I kept this from you. I don't want you to think I'm manipulating you or anything. I care about you so much."

He pulled back a little so he could gaze at you. "I don't feel that you were manipulating me. I understand why you never told me. I mean, it's hard to believe, but seeing it I believe. You're a beautiful fox."

You blushed. "Thank you." You hummed. "About what you said to me...I umm...I want it all too and I feel the same. You mean everything to me and I wanted to tell you sooner that I like you, but it was hard with the fact I'm a fucking kitsune."

Levi played with your fox ears. "I'll love you no matter what. I love you for you and this is just...bonus information." He frowned a little. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"When I turn I'm naked."

Levi blushed hard. "Oh..." He gulped hard. "Right. Well, you make my clothes look great."

You giggled. "Thank you." You nibbled your lip. "So..."

"So...I...I want to go ahead with the whole date idea."

You smiled. "I want to as well."

He laughed a little. "Great!" He blushed at how excited he had sounded. "Great...so...can I kiss you?"

You nodded. "Please."

He leaned closer and kissed you with a happy hum. "So, is being a kitsune the reason why you're so warm and cuddly?"

"Yes."

He dragged you into his arms and held you. "I like it and I like you."

[hoe4hotchner]

So I had this thought earlier and I wanted to share it with you:

Puppy!reader is totally confused by a hygienic routine in the morning and evening. Like, she grew up buck wild and cleaning was not the main priority in every situation she was in before Hotch adopted her.

So it's sometime during her first week with Spencer and Hotch, and one afternoon Hotch calls both hybrids into the bathroom and Spencer (already knowing what's gonna happen) dashes into the bathroom, ready for his bath.

Puppy on the other hand hesitates before even entering the bathroom. Hotch thinks letting her observe the routine is going to pit her mind at ease and beckons Spencer first into the already filled (to the end of his paws/beginning of his ankles) bathtub. Happily he splashes around. Puppy startes sniffling as Hotch takes the shower head to get his whole body wet. In this moment Puppy thinks Hotch is going to hurt Spencer, to whom she already feels a deep connection, and tries to make him stop, until she sees that Spencer's tail is happily wagging.

Wearily she sits much closer to her owner and watches his very move intently. When everything is done, Spencer is allowed to hop out again and he gets the zoomies. So while he is running around, Hotch tells her to get into the bathtub. And he does the same routine as with Spencer, but it much more gentle and trying to not overwhelm her with all the new sensations. In the end, Hotch has two clean puppies running wild in his apartments 😅

(Also, what abt brushing their hair and teeth? Bc I feel like Spencer doesn't like his teeth brushed while puppy is super "picky" abt getting her hair brushed)

-🐶

Puppy is standing in the frame of the door, watching as Spence has already jumped into the tub. Her ears lay flat against her head as she looks at the boys with wide and frightened eyes.

Hotch somehow manages to coax her inside, just enough to close the door so she couldn't run away and hide because eventually, she would have to get in the bath whether she liked it or not.

The tub is slowly starting to fill up with warm soapy water as Hotch rinses Spencer from the shampoo and gel he had washed him in, making sure to get all the dirt off of his skin.

She pushes her nose against Aaron's arm with a whimper and a sniffle, not really understanding what he's doing. Meanwhile, Spencer yips for her to get in as well, but she doesn't.

"Look he's happy." Hotch points out, gently giving her a hearty pat on the side in an attempt to soothe the girl. Puppy presses herself against his side, her eyes are still teary still not fully comprehending what is going on.

Hotch is quick to dry Spencer off and let him out, she's keen on leaving too, but he quickly traps her again, his body towering over her.

It takes a lot of coaxing, but eventually, he manages to lift her into the tub. But not without a struggle. He lets her get used to the temperature before lathering her in soap and cleaning her. Puppy likes how his fingers massage her scalp and the feel of the shampoo being washed out.

Once dry, Aaron lets her out of the bathroom as he searches for the combs and brushes that he uses on Spencer's mop of hair. Spencer is not particularly a fan of being brushed, but he has gotten used to it over time.

Puppy, on the other hand, has so many knots and tangles that it's a struggle to even push the brush through her locks. She's flailing around, whimpering, crying even as she tries to get away from the thing that is hurting her.

Hotch is already prepared for this, having a massive bag of treats hidden behind his back as he keeps coaxing her with them. In the end, he manages to get almost everything brushed out, hoping that the knots in her tail would be easier as the bushy length was matted to the point where he feared he would have to shave parts of it off. Spencer's was a lot easier to keep up with, the short hairs didn't even need the brush.

And before bed, Hotch is careful as he calls Puppy over to brush her teeth, but she doesn't seem to mind, she kind of likes how the bristles tickle her canines and molars, while Spencer is being absolutely awful, biting down on the brush, sometimes not even wanting to open his mouth.

After that good experience for Puppy, he gets another round of hair brushing in with her, getting everything untangled that he possibly could before he would have to resort to the clippers in the morning.

[red-writes]

Career oriented 

Escort! Bakugou x Reader

Your entire life you've been focused solely on your career, you've sacrificed a lot      of things, people and time to get where you are and it’s paid off, now you're a millionaire who is also a virgin and never had a boyfriend in their life. Your friend recommends you a male escort service. At first you hire him to go on dates and do other things couples do but the relationship develops far beyond what you could've imagined, now you're laying under him begging him to be your first. 

cw: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, reader is a capitalist lmao, I mean reader is a virgin but its not rlly virginity loss bc its not focused around that but reader does lose her virginity, unedited (but what's new)

a/n: I mean we always hear abt sugar daddies, I need rich reader pls also- monoma is a rich bitch y'all can't fight me on this he got that rich bitch mentality.

The words ‘hard worker’ were understatements when it came to describing you. Pretty much all of your life was spent working, growing your small business with your own two hands. Now money was never an issue. A huge house with several bathrooms, fancy bags and cars, all the things you've ever wanted were now in your possession except maybe one thing. Seeing happy couples holding hands as they walked around in the park, kissing and calling each other pet names, seeing them stirred a feeling of longing inside of you. 

While it’s true that now you'd never want for anything else in your life, you still wanted something money couldn't buy you, love.

 A small tap to your shoulder brought you out of your daze.

“Your eggs are going to get cold..” Todoroki mentioned and you gave him a small smile before prodding your fork in the perfectly scrambled egg. 

“Hey, don't tell me you're thinking about that shareholders meeting this week” Monoma groans and you shake your head.

“Then what is it?” Momo wondered as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. 

“It’s just- you guys all have someone you know romantically” you say as you rest your fork on the plate, deciding that you weren't really in the mood to eat anymore. 

Monoma scoffs, “Yeah barely...I almost broke up with shinso after that last stunt he pulled in the club” 

Momo giggles, “You're still with him?” 

His face dusts pink in embarrassment as he looks away, “A-anyway, why don't you try getting an escort” Monoma recommends and it was your turn for your face to warm. 

“An e-escort?! You do realize who we are right? If someone in here were to hear us talk about such a thing..” Momo whisper-yells and Todoroki’s eyebrow quirks up

“We all know I met Izuku through a sugar daddy website though-”

You clear your throat, “I’m not necessarily looking for you know..sex...just maybe someone to spend time with Monoma” You clarify and he's rummaging through his pockets to find his phone, he fiddles with it before showing you what the site looks like.

“Duh, escorts just get paid for their time not necessarily sex, I’ll send you the link to the website” He tells you and you sigh thoughtfully, if that was really the case then it wouldn't be so wrong to hire some cute eye candy right? 

Momo waves over the waiter, “We’ll have the check please”

“Certainly ma'am” 

+

You sat at your office’s desk with the website pulled up. You'd triple checked to make sure your door was locked, you still had a reputation to uphold as the CEO of your company, you'd be traumatized if one of your employees saw you hiring an escort. 

You scrolled through the many many options of guys. Each profile consisted of a headshot of the escort along with a bio that consisted of maybe a paragraph and . You really couldn't find anyone that suited your tastes personally, until your mouse hovered over a blonde guy. 

His bio was notably shorter than everyone else’s and in his picture he looked mean, eyebrows furrowed and red eyes staring menacingly at you and yet you found yourself clicking the ‘hire!’ button next to his name. Even though he looked like his favorite hobby was stealing candy from a baby, but his looks (as shallow as that may seem) were really speaking to you and the you between your legs if you were honest.

Bakugou Katsuki huh..well he seemed worth a try. 

+

You had been through countless scenarios were you were rightfully terrified. 

Being on a date had to be the scariest out of all of them.

Bakugou was sitting in front of you, he stirred his straw around in his coffee and looked at you while you struggled to contain the rabid beating of your heart in your chest. 

“S-So..What- um..-”

“Just relax” He interrupts, his voice sounded so nice, deep and smooth like a rich dark chocolate. It only manages to make you more nervous. 

“I’m sorry- I haven't actually done this before” you confess with a nervous chuckle, hands gripping your tea cup brutally. 

He gives you this half smile and you're unsure of wether he's actually human or a demi-god at this point. “I can tell, but don't worry there's no reason to be” 

You feel slightly comforted by his words and feel yourself let loose a little, “Okay, Bakugou, what do you like to do?” you ask.

“I like going to the gym” he shrugs, “I’m not really Interesting, I’m more curious about you” he says, he places his elbow on the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand and leans in to you. His skin is so clear- not a blemish in sight and his eyes are practically burning a hole into your soul.

“M-me? I do nothing too important..I like to sew” you respond, taking a sip of your jasmine tea. You didn't necessarily want to tell him about who you were or what you did just yet, money and status only complicate things. For now, you just wanted to be a normal young woman going out on a date. 

“Come on, don't be shy, I know there's more to you than sewing” He says, removing the straw from his coffee and placing it on a neighboring napkin. 

You bite into your bottom lip, “Well, I honestly don't do much besides work, it’s taken up so much time in my life I can't say I do much else” you admit and Bakugou hums thoughtfully. He doesn't respond for a bit, the sounds of the coffee shop fill the silence instead. 

“Okay, I have an idea” 

You cock your head to the side curiously.

“Let’s ditch the formalities and go have some real fun, I think its about time you lived your life” he proposes and your mouth hands open. Was he serious? He looked it. You couldn't help the giddy feeling that bubbled up within you, a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time, excitement. It made you feel young again. 

“What do you say?”

“Alright!” 

+

The two of you spent all day together, visiting various hidden places around the city, you did shopping and even some sightseeing. For the first time in a while you felt alive, like you were actually a person and not just a unfeeling robot who simply lived to work. 

Your last stop was a park. With a large lake in the center Bakugou suggested you guys feed the birds before heading home. With a handful of birdseed you gently sprinkled some into the water and watched the geese gobble it up.

“When I was five, I had a huge fear of geese..” Bakugou admits and you're chuckling.

“No way, really?” you turned to face him and when you do he’s already looking at you, smiling fondly, eyes filled with an emotion that you really couldn't seem to put your finger on.

“What? Do I have something on my face that you're not telling me about?” You pout and he shakes his head before turning his attention back to the birds as he sprinkles more of the food into the lake. 

“No, just realized somethin’” 

The sun’s beginning to set now, the sky is illuminated by hues of orange and pink. You nudge him with your arm, “Realized what?” 

He turns back to face you, there's an adoring look on his face. 

“You look pretty when you're having fun” 

A look of surprise crosses your features before your ears burn in embarrassment at the sudden compliment, the butterflies in your stomach flutter around more and more the longer you two stare at each other. 

“Thanks” You mumble before looking down at your palm full of birdseed. 

+

Dates with Bakugou become more and more frequent after that. The two of you often meeting up more than you meet up with your regular friends. Bakugou doesn't even charge you anymore, even though you've tried to tell him it was fine he still insisted otherwise. The two of you even exchanged numbers and spoke quite often on the phone. Texts like,

‘this song reminded me of you’ and ‘don't work too hard, idiot’ were often exchanged. 

After maybe a month of this happening you realized that the warm feeling you got in your chest whenever Bakugou brushed your hair into place or stopped to tie your shoe for you or even when he texted you good morning wasn't because you appreciated him being a good friend, you liked him. It took a month to finally decipher your feelings for him but once you did..what the heck were you supposed to do now?

Never once in your life had you confessed to someone let alone dated them, what would happen to your friendship with Bakugou if things didn't work out? You didn't want to stop being friends with him, you loved being with him, he was the reason you finally started taking breaks and learned to relax. 

You had a ton of questions to answer for yourself but you couldn't do it right now, you had a date with Bakugou. He told you to dress up and you weren't sure where you were going but you trusted him to take you somewhere you'd enjoy. Around 8pm like promised, he was there to pick you up. His car was fairly nice, you assumed his high pay rates were being used for something but now you know what. He was wearing a black three piece suit, it was crisp and you could clearly tell it was expensive, his hair was slicked back and he had a single diamond stud in his left ear. He looked damn good. It was making you a little nervous about how fancy this place actually was. 

The drive to dinner was unusually quiet. Bakugou typically did most of the conversations with you seeing as you were mostly an awkward sausage but tonight was different, he had a stern look on his face and you felt a little worried. Bakugou noticed your nervous look in the rearview mirror and without skipping a beat placed his hand gently upon your thigh and gave it a small squeeze, this thumb moved back and forth in a soothing manner. All without taking his eyes off the road. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine and you bit your lip from potentially making any noise, you turned your head to face the window to prevent him from seeing the look on your face. 

+

Bakugou was right about the restaurant being fancy. The place was full of people you could recognize, everyone from business moguls to celebrities, it was almost a little intimidating but you knew probably how tough it was for Bakugou to even get a table reserved at this place so you decided to instead choke down any kindlings of anxiety and replace it with a gratefulness for his hard work.

You swirled the champagne around in your glass while Bakugou took a bite out of his steak, the atmosphere between you two was a little awkward and it hadn't been like this since the two of you met it was a little alarming. 

“Is something wrong..?” you ask after gently resting the glass back on the table, he wipes his mouth with his napkin and sighs.

“I’m sorry that- I seem so weird tonight” he apologizes and you shake your head.

“No no don't worry about it, I’m just worried something bad happened” you tell him, you lean forward and place your hand on his. His fingers lace themselves with yours and for a moment it feels like its just the two of you in the restaurant together. 

“Nothing bad, actually something good” he explains and you're giving him a small smile

“Something good?” you question and he leans in even closer to you.

“I mean, ever since I started hanging out with you I feel like my life's changed, I’m not one to be super cheesy but I just- fuck..I like you” his face is turning a light pink and in a moment of courage you close the small distance between the two of you and press your lips against his. He immediately reciprocates the kiss, his hand sneaks up your forearm and settles on your elbow using it to pull you in closer. 

When the kiss finally breaks the two of you are a panting mess, then you hear the waiter clear his throat and Bakugou uses his thumb to wipe the lipstick from the corner of his lips.

“Check, please”

+

Upon entering your home, there wasn't much speaking. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as his hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress. The two of you blindly walked backwards until you tripped backwards onto the couch. Bakugou completely stripped you of your dress and  laid it across the back of the couch, your hands made quick work of his pants unbuttoning and unzipping them, he kicked them off eagerly uncaring of where the fabric was strewn. He cupped your cheek and continued to kiss you as he helped you wiggle out of your underwear. He sucked in a breath at feeling how wet you already were.  He ran a finger up and down your slit before gently nudging a finger inside. 

The sensation was foreign, it felt odd at first but the more he kept twisting and thrusting the finger inside of you the better it began to feel. He slid in another one and began making a scissor motion inside of you. Your hips raised off the cushions of the couch, you moaned into the kiss and eventually he pulled away from it, instead opting to kiss the skin of your neck. Your moans along with the wet sounds of his fingers fingering you open filled the space. It felt good, you could feel the knots in your stomach threaten to untangle the harder his fingers fucked themselves into you. 

His movements slowly came to a halt and he slid his fingers out. Your eyes clouded with tears and your legs were shaking, disappointed that he stopped when you were so close. He pulled his cock from his underwear and began stroking it over you.

“Ready?” He asks as he grinds his cock against your twitching entrance and you're gripping his shoulder before he makes another move. 

“A-actually..please just be gentle its-i’ve never done this before” you confess and his eyes widen for once, taken aback by your sudden profession. He gives you a small nod, “Promise.”

With one smooth stroke he bottoms out within you. Your back is arching off the couch as your mouth hangs open in a silent cry. The feeling is an addicting mix of pain and pleasure that has the tears you were holding in begin to roll down your cheeks, Bakugou gently kisses them away and uses his fingers to wipe away the stray tears. For a while, you're simply holding each other, bakugou whispers words of comfort in your ears while you slowly familiarize yourself with having him inside of you. 

When Bakugou feels your hips begin to move against his, he takes that as his sign to begin moving. His thrusts start shallow, hips just barely touching yours as he doesn't want to hurt you and you quickly become frustrated with his kindness. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer to you, forcing him to bottom out inside you again. You whine his name and he shakes his head. 

“And here I was trying to be considerate” he huffs out, you grip his tie and pull him down and press a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“I didn't ask you to take it easy on me” you remind him and he scoffs

“You asked for this”

You're suddenly flipped onto your stomach and he raises your hips in the air, he pulls himself all the way out of you until the head of his cock is the only thing you can still feel inside of you, he rams his cock back into you and you're gripping the couch for dear life. His hips are ruthless, lewd slapping noises fill the room as the head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. His heavy balls  greet your clit with an unceremonious slap. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can't think of anything else except Bakugou. You'd been completely fucked dumb on your first time. 

You feel Bakugou’s fingers lace into your hair and grip the roots before pulling at them and forcing your head back. A jolt of pleasure flows through your body as his cock pushes up against your g-spot, your legs and kicking around behind you.

“No! cum-cumming kats I-” you can hardly finish your own sentence due to how hard your orgasm hits you, your body his shaking as bakugou releases your hair and uses his free hand to grip your waist as he desperately humps you, chasing his own release. Your cunt spasms around him in overstimulation, Katsuki only curses under his breath as you squeeze down on him, your cunt clamps down on his cock as you're brought to your second orgasm and his movements finally begin to slow and an unfamiliar warm fills your tummy. 

He doesn't pull out right away. Instead he gently lays you backwards onto his chest and you snuggle into his chest. 

He whistles, “Nice place”

“Pfft- don't try to make small talk with me after you just finished banging me” you giggle sleepily.

“Fair enough, still, I’m curious about how you can even afford this place” he wonders, hand rubbing up and down your back, only easing you closer to falling asleep.

“Hard work” you reply he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. 

“That’s my hard working girl” 

you feel the butterflies swarm around your stomach all over again at his small comment. 

“Does this mean we're dating now?” you ask and he gives you a little chuckle.

“Yes, if you want” 

“Good then you're my boyfriend” your eyes are fluttering closed at this point, you merely nuzzle into his chest and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight love” 

“Night Kats..”

[kae-karo]

thomato/tomokazu brainrot

i'm living in the 'ayato is tomo' world where ayato ran from home due to the vision hunt decree and thoma/ayaka knew about him disappearing, tried to keep it under wraps, etc

thoma always loved ayato and hated when he started talking abt leaving, bc it went from 'vision hunt decree bad' to 'i literally can't do anything and i can't live like this' and he left thoma and thoma felt betrayed

ayato (changed his name to tomo) met kazuha, they traveled together for a while. tomokazu brainrot ensues. but then tomo got fed up with the vision hunt decree (kept him up at night that it was still going on) and finally went to challenge baal. didn't die, bc she recognized him, as did sara, but he almost did. kazuha took his vision, which seemed to die out bc he ran away with it.

but ayato recovered (as ayato) and forgot his ambitions and his hurt about the decree, which thoma is conflicted over - on the one hand, he has his ayato back. on the other, both he and ayaka know what happened, and ayato is still...different. he looks to thoma for comfort, but mumbles a name - something like 'kazuha' - in his sleep. when he sleeps, which isn't often enough for thoma's concerns.

one day, thoma finds ayato sitting in front of a mirror with his hair tied up in a high ponytail, just staring at his reflection. frowning. he notices thoma, tries to smile but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. 'just messing around', he says with a forced laugh, and thoma's stomach turns. that's how he'd turned up to fight baal, with his hair like that. that's how thoma almost lost him, permanently. he laughs louder, comes to ayato's side and pulls the ribbon from his hair. lets it fall, then ties it like his own, and it falls in an elegant wave down his back. this is his ayato, thoma reminds himself, but it isn't.

after a while, he asks. do you remember where you were? ayato doesn't. lots of shrugs, but his gaze goes distant, and he excuses himself from thoma's presence. thoma doesn't follow him, not at first, but when he finally does, he finds ayato sitting beneath a tree, some stray cat he's coaxed onto the estate grounds curled up in his lap. his hair tied up high on his head. this long, it looks more like ayaka's, but he'd cut it shorter when he left. this long, it looks like he could be ayato again, but thoma knows that he isn't.

he looks for kazuha afterward, but finds little. not a family name, and for all he knows, a fake, but he doesn't give up. can't, when ayato asks him to help cut his hair - he's started wearing it up, though he jokes that he can't look just like ayaka or nobody will ever be able to tell them apart, so won't you help me, thoma? and thoma does, of course. he could never quite say no to ayato. has loved him for far too long to-

to want him to stay where he's unhappy, in a life and a time and a stasis and an eternity that he'd tried to escape. thoma understands it better, now, even if it hurts. when he sees kazuha, hears his name from gorou for the first time, thoma nearly breaks down. hand over his mouth, trying to hold back tears, he stalks over to kazuha. no recognition flashes in his eyes, though, and he wonders - hates that he wonders, but does all the same - if ayato ever spoke of him. if he ever missed thoma enough to mention him to someone else so obviously precious to him.

ayato, he says when he manages to lower his hand, and kazuha stares. blinks. then recognition dawns, bright and hot, and his eyes go wide with the sharp breath he inhales. tears spring to his eyes then, too, and thoma doesn't know how to handle that. but they stand in the middle of the resistance camp and thoma's two seconds from losing his composure as well, so he tips his head toward the trees and kazuha follows

it's painful, telling him. harder than he thought it'd be, but thoma understands that pain all the same - he's felt it, too. kazuha takes it all in silence, tears gleaming but yet unfallen, and thoma doesn't know what to say when he asks if ayato remembers him. how to say yes, he does and he doesn't, he calls your name in his sleep and doesn't remember it in the morning. how to tell him who thoma wants ayato to be, who he was before, and not who he was with kazuha. thoma isn't a bad person, but he feels insanely selfish right now, as though he's waving his ayato in kazuha's face.

kazuha kept his vision, though. kept it, hoped without hoping, and thoma's stomach twists. guilt, guilt more than anything - he doesn't want to lose ayato again. how can he lose ayato again, how can he give his ayato away? will returning the vision restore his memories, too? kazuha asks, and thoma wants to say it won't. he wants to protect ayato and protect himself, because what if ayato does remember? what if he loves kazuha more than he ever loved thoma? he certainly can't have loved thoma more, or he'd have returned, right?

but thoma isn't even certain this is his ayato. he is, sometimes, and thoma wants that, but...but it hurts, to see the distance in ayato's stare, the sleepless nights where he wanders in the forest, where thoma follows him from afar. where he does nothing but walk though the evening, until he turns around and thoma rushes back so that he can pretend he hadn't been watching out for ayato. even though ayato's skill with a blade has only improved, though he can't remember how or why. it takes only one minute of watching kazuha spar with another resistance member for thoma to determine who he'd learned from.

there is a pain in letting go. there is a pain in holding on. and thoma can't do either one - he loves ayato too deeply to be selfish.

i don't know if he'll remember, but we should find out, shouldn't we?

it's easier than he expected, traveling with another wanted individual, and kazuha knows too well the burdens of keeping himself hidden. thoma understands a part of it, too, but kazuha is nothing short of incredible at it. it's no wonder ayato stuck around, you're a natural at this, he'd said, on a better day, when the sun shone and kazuha had kept them deftly clear of any shogunate army patrols. the wrong words, he'd realized a little too late. kazuha only nodded, a sharp thing for his typically gentle demeanor, and thoma did not know what to do with that. couldn't get more than a few words out of him the rest of the day.

he loved you too, thoma thinks in kazuha's direction. he doesn't know how to say it, though, because it isn't his place to say. but if not his, then whose? ayato doesn't remember. and it hurts, to see kazuha hurt in the same way that thoma did. he's certainly not a weak spirit, thoma's come to find, but he is a gentle one. kind and a bit mischievous when he wants to be, and thoma can see it, why ayato would fall for him. two of a kind in such different ways. had ayato found comfort with kazuha? adventure? something else, something he'd been searching for when he left? maybe thoma will never know. maybe the only one left to remember is kazuha.

what was he like? thoma asks one night around a dim fire, stirred to life on occasion by either he or kazuha. kazuha's gaze flicks up, and thoma does not need to clarify his question. excited. every little thing brought him such excitement. a thunderstorm, a clear day, a full moon. a small smile tugs at kazuha's lips, the first thoma has seen in days. it calms something within him - i will keep him safe, i will keep his heart safe for you, ayato. kazuha tells him of ayato- of tomo, the name he went by until his last day, until he left kazuha and went to face the raiden shogun herself. and thoma listens, and aches, and loves ever more fiercely. ayato was ayato, the pieces that kazuha saw are the pieces that thoma saw, if from a different angle. you are pretty short after all, thoma says with a grin, and kazuha blinks at him. there's a rush of wind, suddenly, and kazuha's hovering aloft several feet in the air, and thoma laughs louder than he has in well over a year. and kazuha floats down again, rests a little closer to thoma this time.

what was ayato like? kazuha asks in turn, and thoma knows that he does not refer to the time since he's returned. that is for...for later. a rascal, actually, i bet you two got along far too well, he says, and kazuha laughs then, and his head falls on thoma's shoulder, and it's late and dark and warm and thoma talks for as long as he can, every story he'd clung desperately to when ayato left him, and he shares them all with kazuha, who loved him too.

when they return, ayato waits for them at the teahouse. hold onto his vision, let me go in first? thoma asks, and kazuha nods. he wonders if kazuha wishes to put this off, too. how does it feel to have your heart ripped out, returned bloody and tattered, only to feel it torn from you again?

thoma, where have you been? he's crushed in a hug before he knows what to do, what to say, and tears prick his eyes. you had me worried sick! ayato pulls back, and thoma stares at him. sees him in a way he hasn't before - not his ayato. not the ghost of tomo. the two as one. he drags ayato back into a hug. i brought someone here to meet you, he says into ayato's ear, and when he turns, kazuha stands in the doorway. frozen, terrified. he must look to kazuha as he did before, if a bit more polished, and thoma wishes he could hear kazuha's thoughts.

he gets ayato's instead. who are you? not unkind, but curious. why...why am i crying? a laugh from ayato's lips, one that kazuha echoes before he clamps a hand over his mouth. the other holds his vision, ayato's vision, perhaps even his memories.

my name is kaedehara kazuha, i traveled with you for a time while you were running from the vision hunt decree. i knew you as tomo. the name carries such reverence, such love, and thoma turns back to find ayato's eyes wide. tears, as he said, leak from the corners, and thoma wonders again - did you love him more? do you still? how does it feel to lose one's heart?

kazuha... so quietly spoken. does he remember? it's hard to tell, with how he clings still to thoma. it's hard to hope, but he hopes all the same - he loves you, do you remember?

[dr3amofagame]

i think that although the theories/aus of puffy's son dream and wil's brother dream are interesting to think about, especially the implications, the (probably) canon statement that he really has no family to me hits the hardest. because it's just dream, you know. his friends hate him, he has none (p relatable), but i can't really imagine,, both not having friends and not having a family. that's kind of what keeps a lot of us sane and okay ( - quill anon (same anon from the c!tubbo c!wil ask) )

ouch quill anon ,, this ask Hurt. it’s true - usually, it’s our family and friends that keep us going, that are the ones that we fight for and live for and love for. c!dream’s “family” was his reasoning behind ,, a lot of the stuff he did, good or bad, and even now you can hear his desperation in getting someone, anyone to visit sometimes, in wanting to know how people are doing outside the cell. 

at the same time, he’s a character very much defined by his solitude, by his isolation, by all of the time he has spent,, alone. by the alliances that had been broken, betrayed, forgotten. by how- at the end of the day - he sits for hours on end in an obsidian box with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. it’s awfully ,, sad, despite everything he’s done. through it all, he’s alone. he survives the horrors of the vault (until this current arc) alone. nobody’s there to hear his thoughts. nobody knows his mindset, or feelings, or wants, or anything that really makes him human. for someone so driven by people, he spends so much time completely isolated - and it’s. honestly really, really tragic. 

anyway, this is a sad little drabble set pre-roommates arc abt c!dream in the prison, alone, bc he makes me Sad. 

tw: mentioned torture, abuse, violence, broken bones, blood, injuries, mental deterioration, isolation, panic attacks, self-deprecation, trauma, memory loss, death, contemplations of death, dark content, dark imagery

The blank book in his hand stares at him stubbornly, the stark white of the untouched pages nearly burning his eyes, used to the dark walls and floor of the cell. Dream’s hand shakes around his quill, ink splotches marring the pages from where his too-unsteady hand had let the nib brush against the paper and left freckles of black spots behind. He pulls his thumb back from the bottom left corner, hissing slightly when it leaves a dull red fingerprint behind, a smudge of half-dried blood further dirtying the paper.

He’d pulled out one of the books for some reason, probably on a whim, letting his hands run over the leather spine and along the thread of the binding absentmindedly after Quackity left for the day. He hadn’t touched them in a while - he liked to save them, at the beginning, just in case visitors came and he wanted to thank them or if he needed to communicate (though he hadn’t gone silent since Sapnap left, ‘cause Sapnap wanted him to talk and he doesn’t know why he still clings to that visit when it’s been months and he still hasn’t come back, but he promised that if Dream behaved he’d visit again and - it’s stupid to hope, but Dream can’t give up, not yet) and then he kept them because he would need them for the revive book and the Warden would confiscate them, anyway, so it was better not to get attached. Regardless, he’d stubbornly ignored the chest of books for a long time, let the remain closed and the clasp go unlatched as he wasted his days away watching the walls drip bright purple and pretend he didn’t miss his clock.

Until now.

He runs his fingers along the surface of the paper again, ignoring the red and black smudges they leave in their wakes, ruining the previously unblemished pages. The paper is smooth, bearing a very slight grain, and smells clean and woody - this book must’ve been a newer one the Warden replaced into the chest. He’d counted the pages a few times, front and back - there are fifty sheets, so a hundred pages to use as he sees fit, completely empty and untouched. The quill shakes in his hand, the tip pressed against the paper, unmoving.

What is there to write?

He’s forgotten why he pulled out the book in the first place, already - his head keeps getting fuzzier, memory impossibly fragmented and seemingly worsening with every passing day. He knows he had a reason because he’d been very determined about it, had spent what must have been hours dragging himself along the obsidian floor with a broken shinbone jutting out of his right leg and a dislocated left shoulder that he’d taken an extra few minutes to jam back in place by pressing it against the floor. Something had come into his head, probably in the middle of Quackity’s daily session, and he’d found himself desperate to write it down before he forgot despite the throbbing of his head and the pain in his chest making it impossible to take a full breath.

(He must have talked back, or acted defiant, or something - he doesn’t remember much besides the look Quackity had given him after, dark and angry and tight with rage. There had been a hand tangled in his hair, a blade jammed right up against his throat, curses and screams in his ears dying into a singular ringing echo as the blade was pushed deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Quackity realized that he’d gone too deep and that Dream was choking on his own blood - his memories shatter, and there’s nothing but more screaming, red and black and blood everywhere, warm against his skin, the sweet-sour taste of glistening melon on his tongue, a healing pot desperately stitching his skin together and bringing him back from the darkness that he’d swelled in the corners of his vision - mostly, he remembers everything going cold and numb and he’d realized, halfway into the Void, that he would never leave the Vault alive.)

His hands tighten on the book as he breathes a shallow, harsh breath through his teeth, because - oh. Oh. He looks back at the trembling white plume in his hand, at his shaking fingers clenched tightly near the end, and he swallows the thick, heavy feeling in his throat. Quackity had- and he had- and then-

Right.

He forces air into his lungs steadily, counting the seconds off in his head. He’d learned how to stave off panic attacks on his own ages ago, and the knowledge had come to full use in the Vault - the struggle to stay calm seems harder with every passing day, but he can’t exactly risk himself passing out every three seconds when he’s inevitably set off by the smell of blood or a twinge of pain or any of the million other triggers crammed into this tiny box that’s been the source of all of his torment for months. He keeps up the slow, steady breathing for another few minutes, just enough time to pull back the darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision, and looks back down at the blank paper.

It stares back at him, almost judgmental of his hesitancy. You opened me up, it seems to challenge him, why aren’t you writing? The quill still shakes in his hand. He doesn’t know if it’ll ever stop shaking again.

Dear, he begins, almost in defiance, proof that he Is Going To Write Something, thank you very much, he isn’t just going to chicken out and leave it a blank book (like you have before?) but the quill tip digs into the paper as he grinds to a sudden halt, the empty space next to the first word nearly taunting. He feels his mouth dry, heat rising behind his eyes - the book, silent and blank as ever, stays imprinted in his vision even as he squeezes them shut.

Dear, what a stupid, sentimental way to start a letter. He can’t even fool himself into thinking of it as a business venture, turn it into an elaborate plan to escape and address it to either Techno or Wilbur (who would never receive his message anyway), not without admitting his regard for the two edged past his pretense of professional interested and owed favors. He can hardly write it to Ranboo, not without compromising their already fragile alliance (if it even exists, anymore. The enderman hybrid had yet to visit for months - and sure, it was probably for the best, who knows how Quackity would react if he found out about the nature of their relationship, but that didn’t make it sting any less.)

In the back of his minds, name rise from where he’d kept them carefully buried despite his best efforts. Punz. Bad. Puffy. Sapnap. George. He shakes his head, trying to wave away them from his thoughts, but the effort is as fruitless as it has always been - he stares at the first word angrily, like it has betrayed him, and receives no response. The words are messy, shaking, his script overly looping and rounded like a child’s. He hates it, hates how cheery it looks, even on the bloodstained page - it looks like the beginning of a birthday card, or a perhaps a particularly dedicated Halloween party invite. Like he’s some sort of lovesick teen, writing letters to crushes that would never pay him a second glance. He laughed a little, without any real humor - minus the romance, that description isn’t all that far off.

Because- well. His memories might be shot to all hell, but he doubts he’ll ever forget the hatred on Sapnap’s face, a loaded crossbow pointed between his eyes, George’s expression set in disinterested apathy - “George, you can give the word.” Bad’s face, twisted in pity and resignation, voice carefully measured as he looks away and gestures at the cell, “you did do some pretty bad stuff to get put in here though, Dream,” the hidden “you deserve it” that he’d heard, just as clearly behind the words. Punz - “you should’ve paid me more” - jaw set stiffly as people poured through the portal, watching, wordless, as Dream bled out twice on that blackstone floor. Puffy, poorly hidden disgust flickering over her face as she looks away from him being dragged away in chains, sword held steady in her hands. Sapnap, that same fiercely determined expression on his face so familiar that thinking of it aches, even now, “it’s gonna be me, who takes your final life.” Months and months and months and months, alone.

Always, always, alone.

The page makes a quiet, complaining groan under his pen - he looks down to see it torn under the tip of his quill, the word completely unreadable under line after line of black ink scratched over it, each one deeper than the last. He stares blankly at it for a few minutes longer, the brief flash of anger that had seared through his body settling into numbness once more.

To whoever may find this: he scratches the words on the page slowly, keeping his print deliberately blocky and neat. The heavy feeling in his throat returns, stronger than ever, and he ignores it as he pushes on.

He pauses for a moment, wondering what more to write. Apologies? Accusations? He could detail every second that he remembers from Quackity’s visits, describe every inch of pain that had been pulled from his aching lungs, every line etched into his skin. He could apologize for every act of cruelty that had ever been caused by his hands, every bridge he’d ever torched to light the path to a better future. He could explain - everything, every tortured thought that had circled his head for hours on end and every night that had passed without any sleep and every time he’d pushed on without complaint or hesitancy because it would be worth it, even if he was the only one who saw it, it would be worth it because he’d sacrifice too much for it to be anything but. He could- he could, he could write and write until he’d filled every page of every book back and front, and would they even believe him? Would it even matter?

Goodbye, he writes at last. It feels strangely final. (He won’t be leaving this Vault alive. He knows this as surely as he knows that he will leave this world uncared for, unheard. As surely as he knows that he’ll always be alone.) With a quick snap of magic following the signing of his name, the book is preserved, shining slightly with a purple glow as he sets it back down in the chest. He looks around, the cell once again stiflingly quiet without the book to busy him, Dream once again completely alone as he’s been for - well.

(Pandas, eyebrows drawn in uncharacteristic seriousness from the usually painfully spirited eight-year-old, pinkie raised between the two of them, solemnity belied by the gap in his front teeth poking out between his lips.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered with the volume control you’d expect from a kid that age, which is to say that it wasn’t much of a whisper at all, but Dream, newly ten years old, remembers being particularly moved by the gesture anyway, moving to hesitantly hook his own pinkie in the other’s.

“And we’ll never be alone ever again,” he’d replied, voice faraway with a disbelieving sort of awe.”

“Never,” Pandas’ voice had been just as firm as his first statement, twisting his wrist to tighten the grip of their linked fingers further. “Best friends for ever and ever, right?”

“For ever and ever.”)

“For ever and ever,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps down against the floor, and only the lava bubbles in reply.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Treasure Hunter AU

I binged watch the Mummy trilogy while i had no wifi/internet for a while and I had an idea for a treasure hunter Mari with Daminette.

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Damian was bored.(age: 22-28 years old.)

At a gala party.

Meets Marinette who was equally bored.(abt the same age as D)

He finds out she was the finder of this famous artifact on display.

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Damian tugged at his collar, scanning the crowd. His father needed a plus one to show up with and everyone else were busy.

He grabbed a champagne flute and made his way to the edge of the room.

He found a woman in a black evening gown, looking as bored as he felt. short dark hair. Blue eyes.( I suck at describing people after the third time doing it. It feels overrated)

"Hello, stranger. You bored with mingling in with the assholes on their high horses?"

"Should I be offended?"

"We will see. Depends on you."

"How about you? A beautiful lady like you not kissing up their asses to climb the social ladder. That is strange."

She made a face. "Trust me. I don't want to be here but my friend wanted family time so I came in his place. What about you? Why are you here?"

"I am pretty sure my father wanted someone to get him out if the vultures came too close."

"Vultures, adept descriptions. I am glad no one realized who I am yet or i would be in their claws."

"Who are you representing, anyways?"

"Myself but Adrien or Kagami usually comes in my place but tonight, they have their son's play to go to."

"Adrien and Kagami. Aren't they the Agreste-Tsrungi?"

"Yep."

"You are the Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Globe trotting Treasure hunter and also world-class designer, MDC."

"Now you know. What's your name, handsome stranger?"

"You don't know?"

"Hey. Like you said globetrotting treasure hunter. I am not up-to-date on the news front. And when I am in Paris to do designer stuff, i am too busy to look at the news."

He gave her his hand, "Damian Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne who is a billionaire and owns Wayne Enterprise."

She shook it.

"Pleased to meet you."

She stills design but like sent her designs to Adrien at least once every month, who had rebranded Gabriel to Miraculous Designs.

Some ppl thinks he did it to spite his father, who is in jail. Adrien and Mari has a partnership thing.

Mari also makes clothes but for a few months. And the rest of the time is spent travelling.

Exclusive designs from MDC are rare but the designs hand made by her are rarer so they are like a really big deal. They have the most amazing details. Really expensive and limited edition.

The rest of the time Mari spends finding Miraculouses (Miraculi ?) lost in the world so if she happens to find a few priceless artifacts that aren't the Miraculous. She donates it.

Alix helps and sometimes go find them with her.

She has Tikki and Plagg and maybe Wyazz all the time to look for curses and counter it.

She has also met John Constantine. They have an arrangement of sorts. A few magical artifacts that doesn't have to Miraculous business are given to him in exchange for any miraculous stuff he has or found.

Adrien funds her trips.

He is married to Kagami.

Kagami goes with Mari and Alix for a few months sometimes. Adrien likes being a stay at home dad.

Their kid is named Marin/Martin because it was Mari who got them together.

The few trips Mari dragged him on was enough to make him stay behind and run the business.

(Back to the story) Damian fangirled a little because Mari had been doing stuff like this since she was 18.

It was an amazing reputation she has.

She invites him to her next trip after questioning his skill sets.

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"Are you good with heights, dark scary places and adventuring into the unknown?"

"Yes"

"You any good with guns, swords, knives, booby traps and keeping calm under pressure?"

"Yes. I have many experiences with them."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me this?"

"Wanna join me on my next trip to the jungle of China? There are myths about some hidden temple."

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Damian was a little conflicted.

He hadn't have the chance to explore the world much. He had been somewhere else for a mission (for the League of Shadows or JL business) but never for pleasure.

Being a vigilante by night and working at Wayne Enterprise by day gets a little boring after some years.

His brothers had a chance to travel the world on their own for a while. Sure, for reasons other than sight-seeing and looking for something to break out of the rut he was in. But still.

This was an exciting opportunity but a tad suspicious.

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"Why me?"

She looked surprised at that.

"Oh. Well, my friends enjoy coming with me on my adventures, treasure hunting and all that every now and then except Adrien but they have other things in their life to come with me all the time. I can mostly survive on my own most of the time but it gets lonely travelling on my own and it's nice if someone is there to watch my back. I understand if you don't want to come. It's just that I enjoy your company and you aren't like those assholes on their high horses. My gut feeling says I can trust you. You are not after the treasure or see it as one big game. You are looking for an escape. You would definitely catch me if I fall. As you know from my choice of friends, i have a bad habit of pulling rich kids from their stuffy lifestyle and take them on potentially life-threatening adventures." She joked. Then she lowered her voice, "Besides, it might be handy having a former assassin around."

She said in Arabic.

His hand went to his hidden knife and found it not there.

"Looking for this?" She said, holding it.

"How much do you know?" He hissed back in the same language.

"Relax," she gave back the knife, "my mother was one and I have accidentally came across a few in my adventures. I know one when i see one. I took a stab in the dark with your middle-eastern background. Speaking of, you know Talia Al Ghul by any chance."

He narrowed his eyes.

"She's my mother. Why?"

"You look like her. Met her a few times. Nice lady but scary. Mine's Sabine Cheng, goes by the Blue Reaper." She said it so casually like their parents weren't dangerous deadly assassins and had normal jobs.

"You aren't normal, are you?"

"What gave it away?"

"That you willingly gave away blackmail material to me."

"Normal people don't have assassins for mothers. And you and me aren't exactly meeting the minimum standards for normal. Besides, I just told you a family secret that you would have found out anyways with a through background search and a little digging. So far all I know about you is that your parents are Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne-I wonder how an assassin got together with a billionaire-, you are a former League of Shadows assassin, you are great with weapons, keeping secrets and so far meeting the criteria for an adventure buddy. That's all I swear. And that you have some pets. A cat, maybe."

"How you know about my cat?!"

"Cat hair on your clothes." She was good. "If it will ease your mind about me, you can ask me 5 questions that I will truthfully answer. "

"So why are you doing this?"

"That's question 1. Well, I really want whatever this is between us to work. Partners, Friends, Companions, Comrades. Whatever you want to call it. Like I said, I get lonely sometimes and need some human interaction to at least keep myself sane. You looked like you want to be somewhere else and I thought this is perfect. I am not going to tell anyone about you or push you to join me. I swear on my mother's sword."

"Are we killing anybody?"

"Mostly I try to avoid that as much as possible. Sometimes I get into situations with no other alternative. " She looked away guiltily.

"Fair enough."

"Not judging me for that. That's a first for me."

"I am a former assassin and have killed before. I have no right to condemn you for your past."

"How much are you willing to tell me about this hidden temple?"

"That has to do with a secret. I would tell you more when there are less ears around. But this temple was said to hold a magic jewel that grants some powers and it is located really deep in the jungle. Getting there might take months."

"You forgot to mention that last one."

"Oh yeah. You think you can get away for some months. This kind of stuff usually takes a while. Like I said before, no pressure. Anyway, 2 questions left."

"What's my salary?"

"Aren't you a billionaire?"

"My father is. I have a trust fund and I get a salary for doing my job at the company. You are lucky that I just finished with most of my assigned projects so I might be able to come."

"I am so sorry about just assuming things about you. You can say no to the offer. The temple is said to hold some other treasures but I mainly want the jewel. We could auction off a few bits and pieces. I usually just donate them to museums and universities or sell them to those who really appreciate the history. I would also pay for the entire expenses for the trip."

"Can I think about this?"

"Sure. Here's my number. I leave on the 1st of next month. Gimme an answer a week before that so I can make the proper arrangements. It has been fun talking to you, Damian."

She walked away, going towards the buffet table.

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Back in the car on the way home to the manor.

Bruce asked, "Who were you talking to for that long?"

"Who?"

"The one that gave you her number."

"Oh. MDC. She invited me to join her in China next month to find some hidden temple."

"She did?"

"Yes. Not only that she found out about mother and know what I did before I came here. She doesn't know about Batman, Robin or Crow. And she said she wasn't going to blackmail me but just wanted a companion to go with her. Ideally, it would be best to silence her before she digs any further into me but I trust her. I sincerely believe that she meant it when she said that she's not going to tell on me. And I am really tempted to take up on it."

"What do you want to do?"

"On one hand, i would be gone for months so there won't be Crow in Gotham for a while and I have a few projects I need to finish up. On the other hand. Father, I have been a vigilante for over 10 years now and I haven't really done much out besides that, school and now work. I have appreciated all you have done for me over the years. But I want to go with her. Do something that is not connected to Batman or Wayne or Al Ghul. Just a little something different for myself."

"You can go if you want. I am not going to stop you. I will make arrangements so the projects would be done by someone else. The others can cover your patrols. You are still young so it is understandable to want some fun every now and then."

"Thank you, Father."

Bruce put his hand on his shoulder.

"I am proud of you as Crow and as Damian Wayne. But if you want to go find some hidden temple in China just for a break from this life, to be just Damian, go for it. There are worse things you could do. Just tell me if you are going to go on any future trips like that." (I don't know DC much, sorry if that is a little OOC but I like good dad! Bruce.)

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Damian dialed the number on the card.

"Hello"

"I accept your offer, miss MDC."

"Damian? Right, text me your email address. I will sent you things you would need to pack and flight details. And can you come by to the Gotham Rose Hotel tomorrow? I will give more details on the temple."

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Damian comes by the hotel.

Marinette tells him of the kwamis and miraculous and makes him swear to not tell anyone unless they already know.

The hidden temple actually might have a miraculous.

Damian gets a little interested in the akuma situation she mentioned.

Mari doesn't say anything about it much.

When he got back, he goes to the Bat-computer and did some digging.

Ladybug looks a little familiar. Pulls up younger picture of Mari and look at that, she used to be a superhero.

Wonder Woman was kept informed of things and made sure no one goes to Paris without her knowing.

Zatanna helped capture the villain Hawkmoth and end his 2 year reign.

Fast forward, they are in Beijing now, sleeping off jetlag.

The next morning, They get out of the city somehow to the city limits and somewhere remote.

Mari uses Kalki and transports them to the jungle.

They set up camp. Cue Campfire stories.

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"I thought getting here would take months."

"No actually, finding the temple would. According to my research and the map I copied through less than legal means, it is somewhere in this general area. There used to a city around here too and the king or emperor pissed off some powerful priest or wizard, take your pick. There was a curse. The city crumbled down and the temple is the only thing standing because the king went there and prayed to the gods for protection. The one who answered his prayers and protected the temple in doing so the king was pressed into service of the god. The king did everything the god said for a while but later, he started to hate it and began disobeying the orders. The god cursed him for his disobedience. The temple he was protected in became his tomb and he was tasked to protect the chest inside the temple for the rest of eternity. Anyone who opens the chest would gain the ultimate power to rule the earth. Thankfully, we are not after the chest. Some powerful crack-head with a misused miraculous tried to find it and open the chest for more power. But he never returned. My theory is that the miraculous is still in the temple. As long as we don't wake up the king or go for the chest, we would be okay."

"What are the guns for? And How did you get them past security?"

"In case of emergencies, an army of undead was mentioned and guns are surprisingly good repellent. Well, most of the time. It's useless if there is a no weapons can kill 'it' rule. Then, it's just a stress reliever. I kept them in a pocket dimension. Makes it easier to get around."

Damian vowed to never let Marinette meet Jason. Judging by the pile of guns and occasional knives and other weapons she took out of the brown satchel which apparently holds a pocket dimension, Jason would adopt her. He wondered if that was all that was inside in.

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They packed up and started searching the jungle for hidden temple.

It was a month and a half before they found it.

They bonded a lot during that time.

They had a moment after drinking a little alcohol which Mari has in the pocket dimension. Or Drank a lot of alcohol and had sex.

It was awkward and they both agree to not talk about it again.

Soon after, they found the temple. But it is still a little far away.

But the temple is not the only thing they found. They also found a campsite with many people milling around. Some of them carried guns.

Somewhat rich bastard who overheard their conversation at the gala. Heard treasure and found out where Mari's next expedition is.

Had the help of some scholar who wants to be famous for the greatest find since King Tut.

They found the temple even though they had no magical help, they left 2 weeks before Mari did, so yeah.

Rich Bastard's name is 'Philip Anderson'(This sounds familiar to me for some reason and I can't find out why.) and Scholar is 'Harry Scott'

They have armed bodyguards and some 'hired' help to get the treasure.

Anderson is still rich but his company had been getting losses the past 2 years and this is a quick, easy get rich scheme.

Mari and Damian: "Rich asshole on his high horse."

Anderson doesn't know about the chest but Mari and Damian thinks he does and it was what he was after.

They set up camp a little further ahead of Anderson's

Unfortunately, they were found by Harry. Somehow.

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I am going to continue this when I am more awake.

[bbugyu]

no warning + xu minghao

he saw you laying there, swimming in his pillows, and suddenly he never wanted you to leave.

wc.2803 | smut, fluff, this is some real sappy shit, fuckbuddies to crushbuddies, artist/uni au, yall probably go to nyu or sumn, cursing, mentions of alcohol use, fem reader (sorry), realization of feelings mid-coitous, someone please stop me from writing more vanilla porn

suddenly just really needed to write this? idk man. based off the song sleeping in my t-shirt by zak waters! because apparently i only write fics abt boys getting turned on by their partner wearing their clothes.

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"fuck, i am so not excited to walk home. it's so cold outside."

"stay, then."

you both had only just slipped your underwear on when the words came from minghao, and you watched as he settled back into his pillows and lifted an arm for you to lay under, a far cry from what had happened on those pillows less than five minutes earlier. you thought of his hand on the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress while he fucked you silly from behind, and you decided you must still be drunk when you spotted his shirt hanging off the side of the bed, pulled it over your head, and settled into his side.

the two of you exclusively met under the cover of nightfall, but you never slept. an unspoken agreement, that the two of you used each other to relieve stress and fill a need, not for comfort or love. minghao was a man of few words. you never spoke to him much outside of quick conversations and whatever filthy shit he felt like saying while you were under him, but he seemed intelligent and kind. you met him the first time at a school run art show that you were both in. you really loved his paintings, and he made an insightful comment about the societal implications of your mixed media sculpture before you were dragging each other into a bathroom.

minghao was fun, you thought. you were compatible, probably, considering how good of a lay he was, but it had never even crossed your mind to let it go any further than that. you knew he felt the same way - minghao was someone that couldn't not be honest - happy to call upon you at 1 in the morning when he was feeling needy, or to come home with you when you ran into each other at a party, but always walking you to his apartment building's entrance or slipping out of your dorm room before either of you could even think about spending the night. he was candid. knew what he wanted. you did, too, and neither of you thought you wanted anything more than you had.

when minghao was suddenly ripped from sleep by his hangover, he winced into his palm and rolled out of bed. stumbling only once, he made his way to the bathroom to chug a glass of water and immediately take a piss. he pushed a thumb between his eyebrows to attempt to alleviate some pressure, a steadying hand landing the wall in the hall outside his bedroom.

he blinked and looked into his room, noticing the figure on his bed for the first time since waking. you were framed by the doorway, your beautiful curves barely hidden under his own shirt. the thin fabric cascaded down your skin in a way that made gravity look like an artist and you it's canvas. his cloudy brain felt clear, suddenly, and he struggled to understand why. minghao stared at your form, knowing full well that you could make his hot blood pump, but since when did you start making his heart race?

he closed his door behind him as quietly as he could. almost cautiously, minghao returned to his bed, pulling at the loose covers until they were over both of your bodies. he stared at your sleeping face for a moment, wondering if he had ever seen anything so beautiful in his life. his fingers itched for a paintbrush as he hovered over you, elbows planted on either side of your ribcage. you stirred slightly, and he shoveled a hand under your waist and pulled you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

as you awoke, you squinted at minghao's ear, recognizing it but still slightly confused. you resigned to letting out a soft groan as his lips moved to your neck. "what's all this?"

"you stayed the night," minghao said, pulling back to let his eyes flick across your face, brushing your hair from your lips as your arms settled around his shoulders. the early morning light that peeked through his curtains made you think that it was far too soon after you had passed out to be awake again, but you thought it highlighted his features well. "you never stay the night."

you kept squinting at him, doing your best to remember the night before as your fingers carded through his hair. "you told me to."

the smile on his lips was brief, but didn't go unnoticed. he kissed down your jaw, expertly pulling a small noise of enjoyment from your lips, his fingers splaying under his shirt across your waist, feeling as much of you as he could before skating it over your ass and down your thigh. you gasped when he bit at the vein below your ear, causing your thighs to part just enough for him to slip his hand over your clothed core. you groaned again, wiggling your hips slightly as you stretched, still working through your sleepiness.

"are you not satisfied?" you joked, your voice laced with the fragments of a yawn. you felt his lips part on your neck, and you had half a mind to believe he was smiling as he slowly began rubbing you above the fabric of your underwear.

"i don't think i can ever get enough of you."

a low moan left your dry lips, and you bit at them as he teased you, gripping any part of him you could - his hair, shoulders, bicep. it took a moment, but your arousal woke soon after you. your limbs tingled in anticipation as his long, lean fingers ran across your slit, giving you less than you wanted. "minghao, please."

"shh," he brought his face to yours, planting a kiss on your lips between your whimpers. "patience."

minghao knew you. and he knew your patience was thin. even still, he enjoyed the noises that fell from you as he circled your clit, feeling the moisture gather at your perfect tight hole. swiftly, he pulled aside your panties and swirled his middle finger in your juices, pushing the prepared finger into you. you gasped, clutching him closer. "f-fuck."

he admired the way your eyebrows knit together, your eyes squeezed shut. he kissed along your neck again, making your curl your nails into the back of his neck, surely leaving crescent moon imprints as he pumped a finger into you, his palm rubbing against you in a way that made you squirm. your breath was labored, maybe still partially asleep, and you couldn't help the sustained moan that tumbled from your lips when he added his ring finger. you wondered, briefly, how a man's hand could feel as good as his. how he managed to park you right outside of an orgasm just by pumping a couple fingers into your vaguely sore pussy. 

and he kissed you. it wasn't the first time, of course, your mouths had been all over each other many times before. but the way he slotted his lips against yours made you whine, thighs squeezing shakily around his wrist. he slowed his pumping slightly, working your lips into the open mouthed kisses he craved from you. you gasped into his mouth, and he curled his fingers in you, pushing skillfully against his favorite spot of yours. your eyes opened, eyebrows raised and staring at him in awe of the feeling. he watched you a moment, hair splayed across his pillow, and wondered how many times he had underappreciated this view.

"h-hao-"

he kissed you quickly. "yes?"

"please let me cum."

he looked at the clock on his bedside table. "it's only six in the morning and you wanna cum?"

you pushed a frustrated closed fist against his chest. "you started this, you better finish it."

normally, your attitude would have earned you an extra five minutes of teasing and a stinging red handprint on your ass, but minghao found your blown out pupils and your sleep riddled gaze endearing. he kissed you again, curling his fingers as he pumped into you. you let out a squeal, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders to his neck, trying to grip any amount of him as you tried to hold on through your orgasm. you trembled as his fingers slowed in you, letting him place gentle kisses all across your face. you blushed, unused to the intimacy. if you were in a less dazed state, you would have commented on it, but minghao's palm kept you quiet as it unhurriedly rubbed against your almost overstimulated nub, fingers remaining in you.

despite your release, you ground against his hand, biting at your lip again. the corner of minghao's mouth quirked upwards, pleased with your responsiveness. "do me a favor, baby."

you blinked, your hands landing on his chest as he began pumping his fingers again. "what kind?" you asked, forcing the words out instead of the whines that wanted to escape you. 

"grab a rubber."

your hand immediately went to the table, feeling for the drawer handle. you peeked once to pull it open before shoving a hand into the abyss, fumbling for the familiar foil packet. minghao admired the way your chest rose and fell, the way your thighs moved slightly as he worked you up again. the way your eyes shone at him slightly when you successfully presented a condom to him. he chuckled lightly, his hand never leaving your core as he forced his boxer briefs down his hips. he pulled back until he was sitting between your legs, discarding his underwear. "you know where it goes."

your back arched at his fingers brushing against a sensitive spot before he helped you up, pulling you by the arm with his free hand, the angle of his fingers changing and pulling a wanton moan from your lips. with half lidded eyes, you ripped the shirt from your body, minghao's hand running up your side to caress a mound while you tore open the condom and rolled it down his length, hands lingering on the member as you felt your mouth water. he scissored his fingers in you before squeezing your thigh and pulling the fingers out. you watched, mouth slightly agape, as he sucked your juices off his own hand.

you hardly even registered him pulling your panties down your legs, but every part of you felt on fire as he pushed you back onto the bed, caging you in as he readied himself at your entrance.

you were gripping his jaw when his hips pushed into yours, and you moaned into his parted lips. "fuck, you feel good."

minghao would have returned the sentiment if he could think of anything to say, but his mind was blank as he sank into you, suddenly realizing that the feeling of you was much more intoxicating than any liquor he had ever had. he slipped his hands under you, lifting your bare chest to press against his, wrapping his arms around your body. you whined as he thrusted into you, his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive nub, your fingers grasping at his jaw and sinking into the hair at his nape as he groaned against your lips.

"fuck, hao-" feeling your breath, short and hot against his ear, was the only thing that made him realize his forehead had sunk to the pillow beside you. he attempted to compose himself, pulling back, pressing a hand into your hip and pushing into you slower than his previous pace. your hands stayed on his neck, and he stared down at you.

"the sun suits you," he said. and with only those four words, you realized that minghao needed more from you than your previously agreed upon arrangement. you also realized that you might need more, too. your fingers brushed aside the hair falling over his brow, and you pulled him back down to kiss you. despite the fact that he never asked, and you never responded, he knew your lips on his was a confirmation. the resounding yes you had given him was never vocalised, but he tasted it on your tongue as it fought with his, felt the electricity in your fingers as they dug into his hair and gripped at his shoulders. he knew it from the way your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even closer to you.

you gasped when his pace quickened slightly, the familiar coil winding tightly in your gut. "minghao," you whined, pressing your head into the pillow. "right there."

he let out a delicious low groan at the way you tightened around him, his hips almost stuttering to a stop just then. his grip surely bruised your hip as he held his own end back, continuing to roll into you until you were babbling against his lips, a white hot wave washing over your body. you quaked against him, and he held your jaw steady, foreheads together, as your tight walls milked him dry.

you were panting, staring up his eyelashes against his cheek. you had always thought minghao looked intimidating, even when he was laying you out. but, in this moment, as he opened his eyes slowly, all you saw was a boy finally giving into something he wanted.

he kissed you, his lips pressing gently against yours. you let out a small noise when his lips moved, letting your head fall to the side as he worked down your neck again. you whined as he slipped out of you, desperately trying to keep your grip on one of his hands as he sat up to trash the rubber. he laced his fingers with yours, his other hand running up your torso and his lips settling on the peak of a breast.

"minghao," you warned, gripping his hand tighter. again, you could have sworn you felt him smile against your skin as he worked his way down your body. he ran his hand down your thigh, pushing it to the side to open you up. "w-what are you doing?"

"nothing," he muttered against your inner thigh, slipping his hand from yours to push your other thigh out of his way. he placed kisses on your thigh in a line, pointed directly to your core. your hands gripped at the sheets, at his hair, anything they could when he licked a stripe up your slit. you moaned, your back arching off the mattress as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders.

his tongue gently lapped at your spent pussy, and it took everything in you to not squeeze his head between your thighs every time the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

minghao knew your body better than anyone. he knew your weaknesses and your sensitive spots. his lips felt like worship, and his hands ran up your body like he was making sure you didn't drift away. you wrapped your fingers around one of his hands, sighing when he laced his fingers with yours. "what did i do to deserve this?"

you caught a moment of eye contact when he looked up to you, giving you a bit of reprieve from his tongue against your core. "stayed over."

a laugh fell from your lips. "is that all?"

he ran his tongue through your folds again, eyes meeting yours. "be your beautiful self."

your face burned, partially from the state he had brought you to with his mouth, and somewhat because of the words that left his lips. a moan surprised you on its way out your lips as he slipped a digit into you, curling directly into your g spot. your knuckles turned white against his as he dug a third orgasm from you, your legs shaking helplessly as he held his tongue against you.

it took you yanking on minghao's hair before he pulled away from you, and you panted with your head buried in his pillows. "c'mere."

you didn't have to ask twice. minghao licked his lips and wiped at them briefly, licking his finger clean again, then wasted no time as he crawled back up to lay with you. your arms found his shoulders easily and he wrapped his around your torso, pulling you into his chest as he settled. your heart skipped a beat when he pressed a kiss against your cheek, and you wondered what the hell you had been doing keeping him as a booty call when he could make love like that.

"do you wanna get breakfast?"

you couldn't help but laugh at the sudden question.

"later, i mean," minghao clarified. "after more sleep."

"are you asking me out, hao?"

it was his turn to laugh, his hand running down your side. "uh, yeah. i am, i guess."

you smiled, your palm resting on his jaw as you kissed him. "i'd love to."