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Beautiful
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Word Count: 1,400+
Synopsis: Big Mom has found her son, Charlotte Katakuri, a partner she deemed worthy enough for him to court for matrimony. While he is smitten immediately with you, he is determined to make a good impression on you by not revealing his face. Your curiosity gets the better of you.
Warnings: Katakuri x f!reader, talks of husband and wife, use of bride, massaging face, fluff, so fluffy.
Notes: wrote this half-dazed at 6:30am this morning because @gingernut1314 decided she needed the big man in her life and the brain-worm got me. Here he is, the big guy all for you, sweetheart. Art link
Tag List: @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @indydonuts @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training
Being courted by the Minister of Flour was not something you had ever pictured to be highlighted on your impressive resume. When you first received an invitation from the Charlotte family to venture to Komugi island, this was not an outcome you predicted for yourself.
Charlotte Katakuri, the second son and third child of Big Mom, was told to find a bride. His orders were received, the date of his nuptials set, and his suit picked out for such an excitable occasion. The only thing that had not been set in stone was the partner joining him at his side after their soft march down the aisle.
Your family was titled, strong, and one of the only families Big Mom had deemed worthy enough to usher in a new generation of pirates to join in taking the Charlotte name. Katakuri had no choice but to obey his mother, apprehensively accepting the terms of an arranged marriage against his own desires to simply live to protect his siblings, nieces, and nephews. While this was out of his control, what he could control was how his intended bride depicted him.
He could continue to shield his face from you. His rationale was as such, “If they never view my face, they would never have reason to fear me.” And so he did as such, hiding his face beneath the fur shroud from the moment he met you, and every courtship session soon thereafter. As he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was immediately smitten. Taken by your appearance alone, and your willingness to sign your name beside his on the registry to set your intentions to wed in stone, he could never be more proud to have a partner such as you.
As his trust in you began to build, he slowly allowed you into his heart, and shared his burdens with you as Minister of Flour. He confided in you, relishing in your company as he openly courted you under the watchful chaperone of his younger sister, Charlotte Brûlée.
One such occasion, he laid out a blanket for you and drew out a large wicker basket from behind his back. He presented you with an assortment of baked sweets and pastries with a soft blush dusting his cheeks beneath the fur shroud. While you accepted the treats with gratitude, you instead placed it beside you and knelt on the blanket, tapping your lap and asking him to lay on his back.
“Tell me about your day, intended. I want to know every detail,” you smiled mischievously up at him. He cautiously stole a look at Brûlée, who emphatically ushered him to do as he was told with flailing hands.
Lowering himself onto the mat beside you, he awkwardly shifted himself to attempt to do as you asked. Rolling your eyes, you reach your hands up to his shoulder and gently guide his larger form to lay his head in your lap. His entire head was the size of both of your thighs together, but you had no qualms or complaints about it.
“Come on, I don't bite,” you reassured him with a soft laugh, “Let me hear about your journeys abroad. Tell me anything that you want, you have my complete attention.” He was a giant, but so incredibly gentle and sweet to those he deemed as family.
Coaxing his head onto your lap, he immediately drew his hand up to his mask and secured it over his lips to keep his mouth and teeth hidden from your sight. You chose to ignore this, drawing your fingers up and settled him atop your thighs as he slowly, quietly spoke about his life to you.
While Charlotte Katakuri was immediately taken by you in the registry office with your family and his, you were horrified by the sight that was met with you. You had heard stories about some of the Charlotte's being of unusual size and stature, but you had no idea exactly how tall your intended was. His form was almost three times your size, his intimidating appearance did nothing to stifle your nerves.
Believing to have masked your concerns at the nuptuals well enough to be believable, your nerves all but melted away the moment his soft, soothing voice checked in with you afterwards. Charlotte Katakuri was a sweetheart, a 504cm tall sweetheart with such softness within his hardened exterior.
Reclining his head on your lap, you rubbed at his plum-colored hair as he spoke about adventures away from Komugi. His hand gestures out in a flurry in front of his chest, pointing to the sky as he speaks so eloquently to you. Although he does not yet trust you enough for you to reveal his face, your curiosity begins to gnaw at the seams.
You start to lower his inhibitions by massaging his scalp, scruff of his neck and forehead. His hair pricks your skin as your skillful touch chips away at his woes and worries. His voice quietens further as he closes his eyes as your hands firmly press against his forehead. You needed to see your soon to be husband’s face, you desperately craved to know what was going on beneath the furs.
As he leans into your touch, he seemingly forgets about the shroud over his mouth hiding his sharpened teeth from you. He is in bliss beneath your hands, and he slips away into a world carved by your palms and fingertips. Your hands dip deeper, lower into his cheeks, your digits feeling his muscles relax their tension beneath your fingers.
Smiling to yourself softly as he gasps at such sweetness befalling from you to him, he parts his lips gently. He arches his head further into your lap, the shroud finally lowering and revealing his sharp teeth and unnaturally widened mouth. His jaw falls slack as his brow becomes relaxed.
You crave to coo at his vulnerability, truly enjoying empathetically how much he allowed himself to relax into your soft touch. This hardened general, this pirate minister, this older brother to so many siblings in the Charlotte family, was as malleable as rice flour mochi beneath your skilled digits. You took in his appearance, almost relieved at feeling the twin slits up his lips as you looked down at him with nothing but pure adoration.
You were immediately in love with what you saw, your heart beating heavily against your ribcage as a warm flush rose to your cheeks. You loved him, all of him.
Brushing your hands over his cheeks, you silently and slowly commit his face to memory like reading a marble carving with a simple touch. He is gorgeous, and you remember to tell him so when he snaps out of his tranquility and looks at you with accusing eyes the moment he realized you slipped the shroud over his chin.
“What are you doing?” he growls quietly, “Why did you do that? I don't want you to fear me-...” A soft gasp flees from your lips as you take him completely in. His lips split up his cheeks in an unnatural slit through symmetrical scars, his sharp fangs extend up on his lower jaw and over his lips.
Although he feels slightly betrayed at the way you managed to easily reveal his face, his betrayal is eclipsed by shock and awe when he meets your eyes.
“I-I just…” you trail off, your body cowering away in response to his anger, but your eyes still depict the emotion you so desperately desired to show him, “...-I just wanted to know. I wanted to see.” Charlotte Brûlée watched the interaction with interest, her own shock evident on her face.
She witnessed the entire interaction with your hands on his face, almost calling out to warn her brother his face was going to be revealed, but quietly hoping you would fall in love with him further. She knew you loved him, knew you wanted to see him, and trusted you enough with her older brother that she knew you would love him more the moment his fangs and scars were brought into the light.
He was expecting fear, disgust, anguish and anger to be met in your curious gaze. But all you held in those calm and half-lidded orbs was pure trust, love, and pure adoration. His shock was adamant as he nervously floated his eyes between your gaze. His thumb and index finger circled around your much smaller hand, hovering it over his cheek as you felt your heart soar at the vulnerability.
“And now that you have?” his whisper came out more like a gasp, his voice breathy and craved to hear you say you weren’t afraid. He needed to know you did not fear his appearance, his wordless prayers spoken within his mind’s eye the longer your gaze soaked in his sight.
You placed your unoccupied hand on his cheek, leaning in closer to his face and your lips curling into a soft, innocent and intimate smile. Caressing his cheek, you cocked your head to the side and finally uttered a single word he truly did not ever think he would hear.
“Beautiful.”
#one piece#x reader#charlotte katakuri#katakuri#katakuri x reader#katakuri one piece#op katakuri#one piece x reader#one piece fluff#one piece romance#writing for a beautiful moot
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|| awakened pt 3 || p.js
pairing: jisung x afab!reader
genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au
warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.
wc: 2.38k
a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚
“Here you go, Sungie,” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy.
“be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot!”
he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips.
“Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation, “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?”
He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression.
you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.”
you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up, “pleeeeease?” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”
You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder, “please noonaaa?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout.
“...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you.
There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.
“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl.
“nothing, noona, you just..seem so soft to me.” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-
“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?”
You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck.
you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body.
His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the softness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist.
you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you're just so.. soft to me noona.” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip, “well..”
You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them.
“Well I’m finished here so-”
“do you want to-''
you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.”
Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.”
You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”
There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?”
your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.”
He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?
You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.
But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.
For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung.
His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.
When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts.
When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.
The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you.
“What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”
You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.”
Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed.
Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.
“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump at the sound of his voice, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist.
Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches.
When did he get this confident?
His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own.
When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?”
You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.”
Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight.
“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue.
“I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.”
Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.
“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.”
Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips.
“And a desperate one too.”
He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house.
“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the guys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.”
That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look.
Or so you thought.
As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule.
When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?”
You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.”
But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.
“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.”
he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.”
There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”
Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?”
Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”
He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”
It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”
Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.
“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?”
Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.
You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his.
“So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”
He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”
The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Noona? I asked you a question.”
The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him.
“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further.
“You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.”
He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your voice down. Think you can do that for me?”
You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.
Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit.
Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you.
Feasting.
Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.
Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.”
The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.
Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.
“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.
The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”
The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”
You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”
And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.
You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.
Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”
He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.
Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you
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I blame all of you! All my little mutual gay procedural girlies here on the Tumblr. I BLAME YOU, but also-- thank you💕 My writing degrees sat on my desk for 15 years collecting dust, I had become a shell of my former self feeling as if I had lost the ability to write, like I just didn't have the chops anymore, that all of my creativity had dried up or died or something-- I'm not sure. Then I found all of you and this wonderful brain rot community and I read all of your amazing work and started getting ideas, then I shared some fanfic with you. The first words I have written since I was in my early 20's and the response has been so overwhelmingly positive that I've teared up a few times. All of this is to say now not only do I work 55 hrs a week, go to school for coding and development, write fanfic and fantastic smut 😜 for all of you but I also have now been inspired to start working on an actual novel. Something I didn't imagine to still be in the cards for me. So I blame you all, thank you. ❤️
#lgbtqia#the veiled law of affection fanfic#svu fanfiction#writing#writing on tumblr#writing inspiration#i love all my crazy moots on here you beautiful psychos
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Honestly- fragile reader hits close to home for me. I don’t often disclose details about my personal life, but I see too many similarities with how the reader is depicted with their illness. I have chronic issues with my body, which prominently include shaky hands and fatigue. Being shaky is aggravating for me. It makes me unsure of my movements and constantly makes me untrustful of my body, especially with my hands. So when I read back on some of your fics that include reader dealing with their symptoms it genuinely feels nice to read. I can’t help but imagine reader also having issues with trusting their body to work and feeling frustrated that they can’t get up from bed due to fatigue. Is that projecting? Yes, but I seriously cannot help it. fragile reader is comforting in a way I can sympathize with and understand, which is so cool 4 me.
I remember one of your fics involving fragile reader breaking a glass once. Thinking about it now, I remember all the times I had to be careful pouring a drink because of how shaky I was. Luckily, I never broke a glass. There were close calls though... We need more fragile reader appreciation!!
Anywho I hope you're doing well, smooches! I love your latest fic, it is super sweet. also reading in the summer heat is not for the weak LOL
❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for sharing this with me Tom, it must have taken a lot of courage!! I cannot imagine how truly frustrating and tiring that must be for you and I am sorry, but I am really happy I am able to help you in some way with fragile reader writing, and i sincerely appreciate your appreciation for it! :) And yes Reader would totally feel that way. But Dottore and the segments (or the harbingers in general) would be patient and understanding toward you, take care of you and do whatever they need to make your life even a bit easier. Although they can't really take the feelings away, they would always be by your side when you need it. (And don't worry about projecting, that's welcomed here!)
I'm super happy you liked the fic!! I am also doing well, minus the fact i hate summer- i totally understand, the main reason the fic took so long to write was bc my motivation was sapped by this heat... 💀 i hope to begin working on a Dottore x fragile reader series + another fluff fic (need to write before school opens again 😔) but we'll see what the weather has to say about that... anyway, stay safe and HYRDATED out there. I hope you are doing well too!
#smooches talks#moots: tom <3#will start writing fragile reader with shaky hands more just for u mootie#but again thank u for sharing this! im really happy writing fragile reader brings u comfort :)#i also have to say ur firefly theme is BEAUTIFUL. give me ur talent.........#ALSO!!! me and another friend were talking abt how firefly is kinda fragile reader coded bc of her illness too#dottore making reader a mech suit canon#im also happy u remember that fic bc its from my ancient 2022 era
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Indiscretion
Likes & reblogs greatly appreciated 😘 ©not-your-damsel ‘23
Indiscretion - in·dis·cre·tion :: /indəˈskreSH(ə)n/ noun • Behavior or speech that is indiscreet or displays a lack of good judgment. Alternatively can be synonymous or associated with - A loss of innocence…
Who? :: GuardianAngel!Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader, IncubusDemon!Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader
WC :: 3,051
AN :: M¡nors DN¡ (I check every like and reblog), if you’re religious or a person of faith, this may not be for you. This chaptered series is going to involve angelology and demonology amongst other topics and things. I don’t want complaints or messages that I’m going to hell, you’ve already been warned so, save the pearl clutching for something actually worthwhile - like real world issues (눈_눈 ) That aside, I hope you all had a gentle holiday season and a happy new year 🥳
⚠️ :: Again, religious content, and a relatively benign wet dream lol. Aka, nothing but good ‘ol dream seggs ૮( ♥️ﻌ♥️)ა
‼️:: Catch and Release part 3 is being worked on, I needed to overhaul the beginning because an idea struck me and I needed to add it. It’s coming, not to worry!
Artist :: I tried to find who this artist was as I found this on Pinterest. If anyone knows or has any idea, please let me know so I can reach them and give proper credit. And, if you know the context/meaning of the very famous, original painting this one is based on, well then, you’re already ahead of the game now, aren’t’cha? ( 눈 ᴗ 눈)
Very Human Feelings • Ch. 1
You weren’t sure when you started finding feathers randomly throughout your apartment. You’d initially thought they were coming from your down comforter and pillows but, that idea left you when you noticed how pristine white they were. You didn’t think you’d seen a more stark shade before in your life. Not only were they an unnatural shade of white, they were quite large, too. None of the feathers in your comforter and pillows were that large nor that white.
It had been going on for a little over a month when you spotted one next to your bed after coming home from work one evening. Only this feather was slightly longer than your forearm - from fingertip to just past your elbow. By now you were worried. How could a feather that long, that beautiful, have ended up perfectly at the side of your bed? As you held it, you pondered, running your fingernail back and forth, grazing against the spine of the feather before your eyes went wide and you stood still. That’s when you heard it. As you sat frozen in place, your eyes grew wide at the thought that someone was in your safe spot, your home. It sounded like someone gasped in your apartment. Your hand that was holding the feather was now shaking as tears lined the rims of your eyes.
“H-hello?”
You felt stupid. Who willingly calls out into their dimly lit apartment to the very probable bogey man intruder? Twiddling the feather between your fingers, you took a few tentative steps outside your bedroom, head looking from side to side. Stepping out into the living room you let your eyes take a fleeting sweep across the place. Nothing. Tiptoeing into the kitchen also revealed the same. That left one more room to check, the scariest one if you were honest. Taking care to not step on the floorboards you knew would creak and groan, you made your way to the bathroom to check once more.
Flicking on the light showed there was nothing, no one you could see or sense but, that left your shower which could be a likely hiding spot. With a gulp and a shaky hand reaching for the curtain, you swiftly pulled it back as though ripping off a bandaid to get it over and done with. You flinched back, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. But, when nothing happened, you slowly opened your eyes and again, saw nothing. Nothing but an empty and well kept shower that you had cleaned the other day. Could you have been hearing things after a long day of working the museum? That was very likely.
You walked back into your bedroom and placed the new feather in the vase with all the other ones you’d found throughout your apartment during the past month. You were impressed that this new feather was taller than the vase as it hung off the side of it, making a new decorative piece in your room. You sighed as you eyed your collection. Maybe unwinding from the day would do you some good. After having an uneasy shower, you made your way to your bed, turning down the blankets before diving into your comfy sanctuary for a night of much needed sleep.
Letting out a yawn that made your eyes tear, you reached over to your night table for your bottle of melatonin gummies. Popping a couple in your mouth, you chewed them, the strawberry flavor a pleasant taste in your mouth as you closed the bottle back up. Placing it down on your night table once more, you reached for your tablet to continue reading the latest web comic you were infatuated with. You were hoping to get to the bombshell of a reveal they had been hinting at the last few chapters.
Well, it hardly mattered because within a half an hour you were knocked out with the tablet laying against your ribs just under your breasts when a hand reached out to grab it from your limp grasp. Golden eyes monitored the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed differently in sleep, slower, gentler, watching for any change that would indicate that you were stirring. As his large hand griped the tablet, your head suddenly moved, turning from right to left as you adjusted. The man standing next to you stilled while half his body became invisible, incredibly large white wings behind his back fluffed out as he panicked. Once you stilled again, he detected your breathing had gone back into its slow rhythm of sleep. He willled his body to become visible once more as he quickly grabbed your tablet off you, plugging it in to charge as he’s watched you do hundreds of times before, placing it down on your night table before retreating back to the reading nook bench you had made in the deep window sill.
He watched you as you slept, peace washing over him as the comfort of sleep overtook you. He’s been watching over you more than usual lately and he’s not entirely sure why, but, there was a nagging feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was it oncoming danger? Was it just an unnatural worry that his kind tended to harbor for their wards? He just didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed to watch over you, and if that meant he needed to skip out on some key meetings up in the Heavenly Realm, so be it. He was fine with that. He was assigned to you, he’d see his job through in making sure you were safe as he silently nodded to himself.
“Keigo?”
Golden eyes widened as his snowy white wings flared out into dangerously sharp points.
“Relax, it’s me, Raphael.”
Keigo relaxed a little, rising from his place in your reading nook to meet the new entity who appeared in your bed room.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you here?”
Raphael sighed with a roll of his eyes.
“Are you kidding me? You missed the big meeting and Dad’s very mad about it.”
Keigo’s shoulders slumped s little, head hung low to not meet sharp blue eyes.
“I’m sorry but, I had something important to attend to. I’ll make it up to Him, I’ll go speak to Him directly.”
Raphael’s own wings shook in disapproval.
“Something important? Something important, Keigo? What in the blazes are you thinking?!”
“Would you shut your mouth, Raph?! She’s sleeping!!”
“She cannot hear us!!! Oh. Oh! You have got to be kidding me, Keigo.”
Keigo’s head tilted to the side, straw blonde hair moving with him.
“You remember what happened to Samyaza, right? Right?!”
Raphael was now leaning towards Keigo, anger etched into his features.
“What happens to angels who get too close to their wards?”
Keigo’s eyes widened, darting between your sleeping form and Raphael in worry.
“I-it it it it's not like that! I just have a feeling is all, I-!”
“You have a feeling? What kind of feeling?”
Keigo hated feeling like he was being picked apart, especially under Raphael’s gaze. He was a respectable, high ranking angel who always carried out his work with the quickest efficiency that always yielded nothing but the best results.
“I-I… I just feel like something bad is going to happen is all. That’s it, nothing more.”
Raphael took this time to look Keigo over, looking for any hint that he could be lying to him. He detected nothing. Keigo knew he was using his power on him, looking deep into his heart for any lies being told. Raphael let out a quick breath, thankful he was telling him the truth.
“Hmm. And you were going to report your feelings when?”
“When I was absolutely sure.”
Raphael looked around the room, seeing your sleeping form completely undisturbed at the fact that they were in your space having a slight argument. Blue eyes continued to look around before falling on the vase filled with Keigo’s feathers.
“You’ve been here a lot. Too much.”
Keigo followed his gaze and froze.
“Only to serve as a lookout in case of danger.”
Raphael looked back at Keigo with dead seriousness in his eyes.
“You’re leaving traces of your - no, our existence in her home. You’ve left a feather that large around for her to see? Limit your time here, Keigo. I know she’s your ward, I know you care what happens to her, but, you need Dad’s permission to interfere should there even be a threat towards her. Yeah?”
Raphael’s look softened a little as Keigo listened to what he had to say,
“You’re my best friend, more importantly my brother, Keigs, even Uriel is worried about you. I don’t want to see you cast out of paradise at the expense of some… some human. Yeah, Dad loves them all to bits, but they're fallible, weak. They die easily. They’re both resilient and fragile all at the same time. Don’t follow in the footsteps of Samyaza and don’t even get me started on Lucifer. Our love of humans should only go so far after what happened all those millennia ago. Do not cross that line in chase of things we were never meant to have. Let the humans love one another and let us continue to do our work and interfere where and when we’re needed and focus on our own. C’mon, I see the way Zadkiel looks at you!”
Raphael placed a hand on Keigo’s shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I mean, it’s not like that but, I get it and Zad’s got eyes for Galadriel. They’re a much better match. Is everything alright back home?”
He wanted to change the subject so badly, talk about anything other than why he’s been here in your apartment so much or Raph trying to get him together with Zadkiel for the umpteenth time.
“Well, some of the other angels have been talking about you. Some of them are starting some rumors that yours truly has gone and quashed, you’re welcome very much.”
“What? What are they saying?”
At this, Keigo was actually quite worried.
“Some are saying that you’re falling from grace because you’ve gone and fallen for a human. Some are even placing bets on the next time they see you that your wings will be darker than they last saw you - to see you brimming with sin.”
Keigo’s wings ruffled hearing this, fanning open and coming forward for a good look at them.
“But, they’re just fine! They know I’m a good worker!! I’d never throw my grace out for a human. For any human.”
“Well, why don’t you come back home with me now and put Dad’s worries at ease, then? Also, coming back with me will make our lower level brothers and sisters shut their mouths and have a lesson in doubting their elders. Dad would hate to see them doing such things like that anyway.”
Raphael grinned at Keigo, hand held out to him before a shimmery mist began forming behind his own beautifully large wings. Keigo looked from you back to Raphael and then back to you, not reaching to take Raph’s hand.
“Really?”
Keigo gave a charming angelic smile and declined.
“I’m not done here. I’ll head back home when I am, I promise.”
With a heavy sigh, Raphael dropped his hand and shook his head.
“Alright, man. Alright. But, don’t come and complain to me if Dad rips those wings off… one feather at a time.”
At that, Keigo winced. Raphael smiled sinisterly as for a brief moment thousands of individual eyes opened on each of his feathers, each one spinning around maniacally before Keigo sucked his teeth.
“I promise, I won’t. And stop trying to scare me, I’ll-I’ll handle Dad, don’t worry.”
Raphael closed every eye but the two on his face, winking to Keigo with a chuckle.
“Whatever you say, trouble maker. Later, baby brother.”
Keigo watched as Raphael stepped into the shimmery mist, disappearing entirely before the shimmers dissipated. He finally felt he could relax once more now that he was alone with you again. He’d headed back to his place to watch you sleep, alone with his thoughts. As the hours passed, he stayed watching you, golden eyes never leaving you as you turned and made sounds throughout the night.
At some point, you began making noises that Keigo had heard you make before. He knew what this meant, it seemed you had nightmares frequently. He got up and walked to the side of your bed, watching as your face changed slightly before an entirely different sound came out from you.
You moaned.
Keigo has never heard this sound from you and he immediately worried your nightmare was causing you pain. He reached a hand out, determined to have calm wash over you with his powers. As he’d done countless times before, he reached his hand to your head and began seeing into your mind, seeing your nightmare. Only, he suddenly flinched back as though electricity had shocked his hand.
“Agh!”
Sweat began to bead at his temples as he warred with himself to look into your mind again. Seemed it didn’t matter what he thought because his hand was already reaching out to your forehead without ever having checked in with him. As he’d done before, he began reading your mind and seeing your dream which he now knew wasn’t a nightmare.
Keigo watched as you were being bent over a kitchen counter that wasn’t your own - the whole place in your mind wasn’t one he knew at all. However, he did know the man who was actively thrusting into you so hard that he could hear the way your naked skin would squeak against the marble top as the force of it pushed you upwards. This man you were currently dreaming of is your now ex. Keigo had been there the day he had brought another woman into your apartment, into your bed where you had caught the two of them together. He was also there, standing next to you as you broke down and kicked both of them out, ending the relationship right then and there. He was proud of you back then, had hugged you when you dropped onto your couch after the scumbag left with his chosen sidepiece and you wept into your throw pillow. You hadn’t dated anyone since then, choosing to throw yourself headlong into your work and be more social with your friends instead and the change had done you some good in the long run. Then why in the hell were you dreaming about this absolute waste of space at a time like this? And so… so graphically, too?!
Keigo couldn’t rip his hand away from your forehead. It was as if some sort of force had glued his hand there and would not free it for anything. He watched as you moaned, driving yourself back to meet the man’s thrusts before he bowed over you, consuming you whole as his larger frame draped over you.
“Where do you want my cum? Hm? Tell me where you want it, baby.”
Your breathing was heavy along with his own and you managed to finally say something,
“Inside, fuck, please! Cum inside me!!”
Keigo watched as a devious grin spread across the man’s features before his head whipped over to the side, causing Keigo to take in a sharp breath.
“You watchin’, “Holy One”? Watch. This is gonna make her fuckin’ soaked. Too bad you can’t ever have a taste.”
Your ex reached an arm around to your front, toying with your clit. The moan you let out at that was porn worthy and Keigo’s mouth went dry as you began to slam yourself back to meet his harsh thrusts. Your ex turned his head once again to look Keigo in the eyes, glowing indigo irises meeting golden hues and with one last thrust, your ex grit his teeth and came inside you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and causing you to whimper in reality. The sound had Keigo both focusing on your physical form while also still seeing your dream. In the physical world, you were now squeezing your thighs together, your hand balled with a fistful of your quilt. The man in the dream refocused and once again looked to where Keigo would’ve been standing, grinning before the dream started to dissipate entirely.
His hand finally left your head and he registered that he was all out of sorts. He’d never seen anything like that, hell, he’d never felt anything like that before and it worried him. But, worry wasn’t all that was there. He was startled, almost scared, his heart beating a mile a second as he breathed rapidly. Of course he knew of humans having sex. It was a giant piece to the pie of human life, to procreate. However, he’s never seen you with anyone, never heard you like that before. He’d always given you space in your “alone time”, so he’s never even been there for that and now he’s seen some very private part of you that he should’ve never seen. To be fair, he thought you were having another nightmare. And that man, your ex, was the cause of the majority of them. Which is why he didn’t understand why you were dreaming about him in this way to begin with.
There was a new feeling blooming within him that he didn’t even realize until he thought about it more. Was this… jealousy? Surely not. Angels cannot feel jealousy. Well, Lucifer did. And Morningstar ended up paying for it with the ultimate price: Being driven out of Paradise. His brother, his friend, was gone and had not been home since all those millennia ago. This new feeling made Keigo absolutely sick. He’d never wanted to fight a human before now and what he’s just seen was still replaying in his own mind.
“Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe for the first time ever, Dad has made a mistake and I’m not cut out to be a Guardian after all.”
Keigo went to sit down at the nook again, brilliant wings curled around him as he watched you again, this time taking you in quite differently than he had just a mere ten minutes ago. As he thought more about the dream, his newfound jealousy had turned into pure unadulterated anger. How had that sleaze known where Keigo was viewing from? And the more he thought about it, the more it became clear that that was no normal dream. The more he recalled, he remembered that the actual eyes of your ex did not fit the man’s eyes in the dream. That was an entity that was controlling your dream and that feeling Keigo had felt before, the one of coming danger, increased tenfold at the realization.
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Other blogs I follow and my moots: Writing nuanced fics, exploring different issues and relationships with touches of smut and agnst. Sometimes fluff because you want to read something sweet sometimes. 🥰
Me: Over here writing space smut. 👀
Yeah, I’m just coasting by on slutty beskar thank you very much.
#fanfiction#my moots#they’re writing beautiful pieces#me?#smut in space#I swear I am trying to find some fluff#where did it go?
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PLS HELP ME CHOOSE THE AESTHETIC OF MY NEXT THEME
#shut up stef#pls#and if you have any opinions OR GOD FORBID IDEAS then I'M ALWAYS OPEN FOR THEM#SERIOUSLY#IDEAS ARE VERY APPRECIATED#I'm good with writing shit but I can't think creatively for the life of me when it comes to this shit#all my moots have such gorgeous and beautiful aesthetics#I'm so fucking jealous TT
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not actually a question, but a declaration and a thanks.
I love your stories, Enantiomer is especially my personal favorite! I had a greedy moment after I finished reading chapter 3, write a comment that may or may not seem delirious bcs there were things I think I missed (I forgot which is the older twin from Gaon and Isaac), the small things like that. I decided to immediately reread the whole story and I thought, these 3 chapters are enough!
let me tell you, I always shed tears reading the 2nd chapter. chapter 3 feels like having your prayers answered/ a breeze in a very hot weather. it just feels right and peaceful, hopeful ending. the ending is enough to make me wonder how the characters will fare in the future but i have faith they're in a happy place. it's that kind of story for me.
i will reign my excitement and overflowing feelings for this story of yours as to not scare you off or make you overwhelmed with my responses here and there. thankyou you wonderful human!
i once read this beautiful post by Paulo Cohelo where he described getting a comment from a reader across the world about how touching they found The Alchemist, so he got up and and went outside and looked up at the sky. reading your comment made me understand what he meant by that, what he felt, and why he did it.
i'm so, so happy that 'enantiomers' touched you deeply. because i also care about them deeply. like you, i felt hurt for yohan in chapter 2 and relief for their growing family in chapter 3. but as you know, being a creator means wondering if your art/story/plot/setting/characterization that you experience so richly when creating them also come across like that to your reader; if someone will be similarly moved by your story as you. and you got it!!! you picked up on all these tiny and crucial details; the differences between the twins, how kang jisang had left an impression on isaac, gahan's hyung kink, that gaon badly wanted to be loved and yohan badly wanted to give it to him. getting your comments made writing that story worth it.
i totally agree that the fic left off on a hopeful note even if the way forwards seems unclear. strong emotions like theirs take time to fully resolve, no matter how genuine the effort behind it. but i know they get through it. gaon and yohan actively include isaac (and his little family) in their lives. they show up when things get tough, congratulate each other on their wins, push each other gently when needed, and are there for each other. isaac's whole thing with their relationship stemmed from a fear of change and losing yohan. but seeing yohan be healthy and happy and being actively included in their lives settles him. as a result, gaon feels secure too.
actually, reading your comments made me want to write a version of this story where kim deji is alive, gahan still falls in love, and she lovingly guides everyone through that transition. it starts with gaon waiting for his train on an outdoor platform and watching trains pull in and out of the station. he makes eye contact with a university student through the glass. it shouldn't be anything big except that the young man visibly starts and says something to gaon through the glass. gaon blinks back in confusion, but the train is already pulling out of the station. the young man frantically runs the length of it inside while gaon watches. gaon sees him mouthing the words ishmael and isaac, realizes that this man knows his brother/his family and they share a grief stricken look before the train pulls away completely.
gaon stays rooted to the platform. he misses his train. but it's worth it because yohan gets down at the next station and runs all the way back to the older man, catching hold of him. gaon can barely make out what the younger man is saying, talking a mile a minute as he is, until yohan pulls out his phone, calls kim deji, and gaon hears his mother's voice for the first time in decades.
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a little gift for you for your lovely comments. i will cherish them deeply. thank you.
#a03#am writing#moots#penpals#i was away from tumblr bc i started a new job on monday#and came back to this beautiful comment#penpalling
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Mother i beg for some hee & ikeu crumbles😩
the way this has been in my asks since i think august
#mona's sessions#moots!#🦢 - Yev!#user: lilyuwon#FIRST OF ALL MY BEAUTIFUL SWAN CHILD-#IM SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING THIS ASK#SECOND OF ALL-#im gonna write something related to your other ask which you've sent me#YOU'LL BE TAGGED WHEN ITS RELEASED
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👾💜spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💜👾
my beloved🖤🖤🖤 i love you and your poly fics, they give me such life💋💋💋💋💋💋
Please if anyone is going to talk about poly fics your mafia was one top tier! But thank you for being so sweet to me 🥺. I'm so glad we became friends.
#New chapter of STLB should be up sometime this month!#i still can't decide how dark i want to go with it though 😞#I ~ writes#my beautiful moots!
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Fun math/counting problem for everyone
Okay so I know this will only be interesting to like maybe one other person but I came across a fun counting problem I wanted to share. For a given number of digits, n, how many numbers have a unique sequence of digits up to permutation? (So to be explicit about what the question is asking, 15 and 51 would both count as the same digit sequence since the digits of 51 are just a permutation of the digits of 15. Also, leading 0s are also included in the number. For example in the four digit case, 15 would be written as 0015.)
If you’re at all math inclined or like number puzzles I do genuinely encourage you to try to figure this question out yourself partially because it's fun but mainly because I’m curious if anyone else can come up with a different/better solution than I did. I'll put my solution under the break. It's half informal proof (making it more rigorous is an exercise for the reader or w/e) and half just like a guided solution. If you're familiar with manipulating sums and can read basic math notation (if you're unfamiliar with the notation when defining the function, don't worry about it, it really doesn't matter I just think it looks pretty) you should be able to follow (hopefully, unless i've done something terribly wrong).
#channel 3#sorry if my solution makes like 0 sense#i've been thinking about this problem for a couple days now#and then i spent too long today writing and rewriting my solution#because originally my goal was to make this unintimidating and easy to follow even if you don't have a lot of math knowledge#but then i realized that was probably a moot goal#(mainly in that i don't think my math communication abilities are that good. i'm sure someone else could do it)#so i just wrote it closer to how i normally write proofs just a bit more conversational/informal and probably less straight to the point#(but i've never been good at going straight to the point with proofs anyway)#and i've sort've gone down the rough draft spiral and can't tell if it only makes sense because i've written it so many times#all that being said if i wasn't clear about something or if you're curious about something let me know and i'll do my best to explain#also if you do have an alt solution let me know!#i know there /has/ to be some solution involving the fact that the diagonals of pascal's triangle are figurate numbers#or some beautiful proof that leverages the question's proximity to combinatorics better than i did
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Thank you @lord-aldhelm for the tag! 💜
How many works do you have on AO3?
132!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
Apparently it's 1,585,653.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently just TLK, but every now and then HotD or whatever period drama I'm currently watching will catch my fancy.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
gonna be honest, every time this question comes up on an ask meme it makes me cringe a bit, because 3 of them i don't feel are remotely worthy of the honor and I think I just posted at the right time. anyway they're all GoT/asoiaf fics.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I always try to, unless the comment is like, idk, annoying or completely incomprehensible.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh man. I've written a lot of angsty endings...I think I'm just going to go with the most recent, which is The House That Godwin Built.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
also going with the most recent here since there are too many to choose from, too tempting not to touch
8. Do you get hate on fics?
yeah 🥲
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
All kinds babeyyyyyy
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I have written exactly one crossover as a dumb joke and it was where Steve Harrington was Jean-Ralphio and Mona-Lisa Saperstein's biological father
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
It used to happen a lot but not so much anymore
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
A few times! It's a really nice feeling :)
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
@itslaurenmae and I co-wrote Stolen Sweets together!
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
eadith x eardwulf aka flowers in mercia i am so deeply unwell about this ship i made up in my head but also it's real I'm so Pepe Silvia about it
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I started this Barkskins fic literal years ago that went into the loup-garou thing that is CONSTANTLY coming up in the narrative but tbh i had no idea where to take it after "yeah they're werewolves" so I feel like. I shall never finish it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, I say, perhaps overconfidently. I attribute it to my theatre background but I'm always reading and, for that matter, writing dialogue with a voice in mind. I also speak a lot of the dialogue out loud to myself to make sure it sounds right, which is why I now live alone. I also know my basic editing (spelling, grammar, punctuation, tenses, etc) is almost always in good shape.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I am SO BAD at writing descriptions, it's something I'm actively working on. Action scenes are also something I struggle with, my eyes glaze over those scenes in books and television, and if you've ever read my fics, you'll notice I like to pull a GRRM and knock out my characters whenever possible.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
If it's not necessary to the plot, why confuse the reader when you can just as easily say, "He said to the woman in sunglasses, this time in Russian..." or, "He didn't understand the two men, who sounded as though they were speaking in French..." Unless that dialogue is relevant to the plot, I guess I just don't see the need.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I'm pretty sure it was Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
The House That Godwin Built will always have a special place in my heart 💜
tagging @ivarthebadbitch, @stannisfactions, @wildwren, @wexpyke, @abnerkrill, @skatingthinandice, and anyone else who wants to play!
#i'm sorry i've literally blanked on all my beautiful moots who write fanfiction i do this every time and yet i learn nothing#cue me scrolling frantically through my activity feed
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send this heart 💗 to the writers that make your day better with their posting & presence. spread love on this st-valentine's day!
Your writing style is amazing & I wish I could read more Levihan fics from you 💚💜 [no pressure, just genuine admiration 😘]
Val, you warm my heart ❤️
When I first started writing and interacting in the LH fandom I never Imagined I would get to know so many wonderful people, yourself included. It means the world to me that you enjoy my writing and my presence (as I do yours, so so much)
Thank you ❤️
#Val I love you#and I wanna write more levihan fics#but lately I'm just so overwhelmed I can't even commit to watching an entire movie or a single season of a TV show 😭#I can't wait to get past this phase and go back to writing more stories about these beautiful characters ❤️#thank you so much for this ask Val#your kindness always makes my day#lovely moots 💕#youre-ackermine#personal
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hiii :333 i think i am alive !! ( small update in da tags )
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#WOOOAGHHHHH HAVENT BEEN HERE IN AGES. WOW>#sorry guys im a straight a student in their senior year of hs... i have been enjoying real life ^_^ i miss it here tho. :(#will be active soon bcs school is gna end. fucking sobbing but we don't talk abt that#i am here instead of working on the uh. 2 group presentations i need to work on. and the 1 Solo presentation.............#which is crazy btw bcs it's a whole research event thing bcs im in stem ^_^ closing remarks heehaw. Just Me.#so i'm proud of myself & for better understanding myself lately but there is still sm i want to do!!! like On here <3#in a much better headspace and life and etc. its good yay.#anyway hashtag wanna be an astrophysicist (a+ physics? ez. but also ive always loved math & astronomy) astronomer musician#author video game dev (future compsci student! or physics. still deciding.) uhhh psychologist philosopher blablabla phd one day#yay ^__________^ I MISS WRITING ON HERE THO and interacting w moots :P altho idrk how to get back into that shit#anywhere really but it's ok we find ways. man. i miss it here. before i get active again tho i should rlly makes lists to do and Fix stuff.#bye for now yay just a lil update from me !!! ^_^ it's been at least... 4 months? bcs i rmbr not properly saying happy new year on here HEL#raaaaaaaaaaaaa apollo is so back babaey the world is so beautiful & so am I. anyway. u all take care mwamwamwa
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Last March someone very important to me lost his battle with cancer and it WRECKED me. I am still not over the loss and there is a whole in my heart that will never be filled. I looked up to him and his light and love, his kidness, his goofiness. He was one of a kind with a smile that could make you cry.
In May I met Eddie and in June I found Joey. These two men have given me a zest for life that I didnt know I could have. I got back into writing which is something I love and haven't done in YEARS. They helped to pull me out of my depression, helped distract me from the pain I was in.
Eddie came into my life without warning and completly flipped it upside down (no pun intended). He brought me here after a very long hiatus and helped me meet some of the most amazing people I have ever met.
@munson-trashcan Mols, you were my very first friend in the fandom and I love you to the moon and back. I'm still so sorry about predicting the ending of Days of the Week but hey... it worked out because we connected. I know we haven't talked much lately but I am always here and I know you are too!
@eddiemunsonfuxks Becca... You have been there for me so much over the past couple of months and I honestly don't know how I could have gotten through it without you. You encouraged me, supported me, hyped me up and loved me without judgement. I love you so so so much.
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Indiscretion Ch. 2
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Indiscretion - in·dis·cre·tion :: /indəˈskreSH(ə)n/ noun • Behavior or speech that is indiscreet or displays a lack of good judgment. Alternatively can be synonymous or associated with - A loss of innocence…
Who :: GuardianArchangel!Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader, IncubusDemon!Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader
Word Count :: 3.3k
AN :: M¡nors DN¡ (I check every like and reblog), if you’re religious or a person of faith, this may not be for you. This chaptered series is going to involve angelology and demonology amongst other topics and things. I don’t want complaints or messages that I’m going to hell, you’ve already been warned so, save the pearl clutching for something actually worthwhile - like real world issues (눈_눈 ) That aside, I hope that those who celebrate it had a wonderful and happy lunar new year! 🧧🥳🌙🥮🐰
⚠️ :: Demons! Hooray! And a nosy Toga going through your drawers… 👀
Artist :: I tried to find who this artist was as I found this on Pinterest. If anyone knows or has any idea, please let me know so I can reach them and give proper credit. Thank you!
Gimme Something Good, Sweetheart • Ch.2
Five-thirty in the morning saw Keigo’s hand on your cheek, gently caressing back and forth to wake you. You’d slept through your first alarm and he knew you’d be rushing to get out the door if you didn’t wake with this second alarm currently going off. He knew you hated rushing, and working for the most prestigious museum in the city was a job you took seriously. Keigo sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this, what with fall now in full swing, but he had no choice, you needed to be up already. He made his hand cold, cold enough to startle a human, and he watched as you grimaced before your eyes snapped open, hand flying up to where Keigo had just been. He’d prepared for that, having gone invisible so you didn’t see him.
You finally registered the beep of your second alarm and your eyes widened, looking at the time before flying out of bed and bolting to your closet to grab your outfit for the day. As you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do other essentials, Keigo went about finding your things and putting them in one place.
“Keys, purse, phone… ahhh, oh! Watch, bottle of water. She really needs to drink more, so maybe 2 bottles? Where did she put that big reusable water bottle? That holds a lot in there. She should use that again.”
He sent his feathers silently throughout your apartment to do what he needed, grateful you were preoccupied in the bathroom. After he filled that big bottle of water with the two bottles, he placed it with the other items that he’d piled up.
“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty cold out today. Let’s see…”
He took a look at your outfit and then flitted through all the wool pea coats you’d had hanging in your closet. Keigo tended to fret when he felt you weren’t taking care of yourself enough.
“Ah, this is the one. I like when she wears this one. It matches perfectly.”
He draped the coat over the arm of your chair. Just in time as well, you were entering back into your room to dress. As you crossed the threshold, you grabbed the bottom hem of your silk sleep shirt and pulled it up over your head. Keigo swiftly brought a wing forward and covered the front part of his body and face, heat rising from his chest to his cheeks. Why was this so weird now? He knew of every freckle on your body, every spot you didn’t like that you were still blessed with, and yet he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to watch you get dressed. His mind instantly went back to the dream you’d had earlier. How that man, that thing, was all over you. That beast that was both claiming you and taunting him at the same time. What the hell did he mean that he couldn’t have a taste?! He didn’t want that, Keigo’s never thought of that before, let alone to have thought about it with you. He didn’t want that…
His breathing was ragged again just as before. He needed to calm down before you heard it, too. He also needed to speak to Raphael about all these new feelings he was experiencing for the first time in his angelic life. Were you done by now? Surely you had to be done. Keigo spread his wing, his feathers individually opening as though fingers were separating as he caught you with a leg propped up on the seat of the comfy chair you had in your room, pulling up your cold weather thigh highs to fasten in your garter belt. And though he’s seen you do this many times before, it felt very different seeing you do this now. He was starting to notice things he never had before. The way your legs were curved, the fullness of your thighs and just how nice the outline of your body is, the probable softness of it.These were very foreign thoughts for an angel to be having and in his panic at the realization of this, he fled the apartment and went home. As you finished getting ready, you spotted all the things you needed for the day already laid out for you. You didn't remember having done any of it.
Maybe melatonin did messed with your memory.
After having gotten ready and making sure you’d gathered everything after a once over, and you walked out the door, another, more sinister presence appeared in your home. A tall man with very tired looking eyes moved about your kitchen, gazing out over your living room. So this was your actual home? The one he’d seen in the dream you’d had earlier was someone else’s then? That was fine, he could work with this. Large hands shoved into his pockets as he walked around your cozy little home, purposely saving your bedroom for last. As he stepped over the threshold to your bedroom, his whole demeanor changed to one of pure animalistic rage. There was holy energy that strongly lingered in the air, more concentrated in this room than anywhere else. However, this entity was absolutely sure he was alone. Walking over to a framed photo of you and your friends, he grabbed a hold of it to examine it closer.
“There she is, the same girl from the dream. So, pretty girl’s got herself a Guardian Angel? This is gonna be interesting.”
A forked tongue came out to lick at somewhat dry lips as he placed it back down on the night table. As he turned to sift through your clothing to get a better idea of your type, figure you out a bit more, he felt a presence manifest behind him.
“Ohhhh Tooooshi?”
A girl with two messy pigtail buns stood behind him, a wide smile on her face as she spoke in a singsong voice.
“There you are!! I’ve been looking all over the place for you!”
The entity turned to look her in the face properly.
“And what do you want from me now, Toga?”
“Master wants a word with you. Says it’s reeeeal important.”
There was something off about the look in her eyes. The look of something dangerously deranged. Toshi sighed, already tired of this interaction.
“Right. Well, as you can see, I’m trying to get more info on my newest prey I managed to snare while dream hopping. So, if it's the souls Master’s concerned about, then he’s got no reason to worry. I always drag them in. Do me a favor, will ya, Tog? Tell him that this time, I think I’ve gone and caught myself a whole whale. I’m sure he’ll be really satisfied with this one.”
Toga’s eyes lit up as she nodded. She cheerily went to the night table and picked up the same picture that Toshi had been looking at when he’d arrived.
“Oooh. So which one is she?”
A long, thick, inky black tipped finger that faded into pale skin pointed to your happy smiling face between your three best friends.
“Wow, she’s so pretty!! I bet her blood tastes as good as she smells - if her room is anything to go by. If you catch her, will you let me have a taste as well?”
Toga was looking back at Toshi with a pleading look in her eyes, almost puppy dog in nature. If puppy dogs were deranged with bloodlust.
“I’ll think about it, alright? And whaddya mean by “if” I catch her? I will catch her, we’ve already had a real nice taste of each other.”
Hitoshi said with a sinister fondness.
“But, I gotta do some hard work over here, so I’m gonna be gone from home for a while. I have to take some serious precautions because a Guardian Angel is involved in this one.”
Toga bristled at that revelation, looking around frantically as though a high ranking angel was about to attack her from the shadows. Toshi sighed and wiped a large hand down his seemingly sleep deprived face.
“Would you relax? There isn’t anyone here right now. Do you really think I’d be this calm if there were a Guardian here?
The girl slowly shook her head, almost as though she were shameful. Truth was, as dangerous as Toga was, her skills in angel detection were among the weakest of the demons, if not the weakest. She hung her head a little, embarrassment coursing through her whole being and Toshi knew this was one of her more volatile feelings.
“Look, you know that when you’re with me, nothing’s gonna happen to you, yeah? I’m not Master’s top fighter and tracker for nothing.”
Toga perked up a bit at this.
“Master calls you his right hand Jaguar, Hitoshi. You’re fierce, sneaky, and you stalk like no one else! Such stealth!! Can you teach me sometime? I want to be better when I go and try to raise my soul quota again!”
Toshi gave a slight grin, a rarity really. Toga could mark this as the fourth time she’s ever seen him make such a face, and they’ve known each other for almost 379 years now.
“I’ll teach you, you’ll definitely get better after a few lessons with me as your teacher. And will you please stop listening to that infinite idiot, and loose cannon that is Dabi? He’s not doing you any favors, kiddo.”
Toga nodded before playfully making her way to your closet where she started to flick through your clothes one article at a time. Her eyes grew big at some of the outfits you had, part of her wished she were still a human to be able to experience the way people formed the ever changing landscape of trendsetting fashion.
“Wooow, she dresses real nice, Toshi. I’d say you picked very decent prey.”
Toshi silently nodded, his mind somewhere far off remembering how you looked in the dream he’d slipped into earlier that morning. Who was that man whose features he’d inhabited in your dream? Who was he to you? After having looked through your closet, he knew you lived alone. Was he someone you were seeing? Not for long if he played his cards right. Shaking off the thought, he made his way to some more personal items that would help him learn more about you. He used some hidden sixth sense and honed into a spot between your bed and box spring.
“Bingo,”
He slipped his hand between them and pulled out a cute yet simple notebook that you made sure was never at risk of being seen by anyone. He plopped down on your bed, large, bare feet crossing over one another as he thumbed through the pages to get a better feel for what you were like before he got his claws properly dirty.
“Gimme something good, sweetheart.’
As he lay there and silently read, Toga kept flittering about your room, going through your drawers. A dresser that was tucked neatly against the far wall of your room was where she currently had her attention set. She opened the top drawer and sifted through all different kinds of socks. Some ankle, some standard, calf length, knee length, and lastly thigh depending on what you were wearing at your office and museum for the day. Toga took out one of your sheer thigh highs with lace at the top and slid it up her leg before twisting it from side to side to look at it in your full length mirror.
“Oooh! This is actually nice.”
She slipped it off and put it back into your drawer before closing it and moving on to the next one. As she grabbed the knob and pulled, a sly look slipped over her features. Looking behind her to make sure that Hitoshi wasn’t looking, she grabbed one of the garments and opened them up from their roll.
“Horn’s up, Hitoshi!”
With a slight giggle, Toga flung the garment and watched as it softly glided right onto Toshi’s lap. Toshi shook his head from the unexpected distraction, and looked down at his leg to find a black pair of panties with a line of pearls clearly placed where a woman’s slit would be. He whistled low as he picked them up from his lap to examine them.
“Well, well. It looks like my little museum nerd does have some taste. Thanks, Tog.”
“My pleasure!”
Toga gave a dramatic little bow with one arm up, your bra being twirled in circles as she did. Making her way to the opposite side of the bed from Toshi, she stared at your second night table. Opening the top drawer revealed little knick knacks of sorts. Stray hair ties, hair clips, random bottles of nail polish that probably cost more than they were worth. Her little clawed hand sifted through random mini makeup pallets, endless lip balms, earrings that seemed to have lost their twin, little pots of lip masks and balms and lotions for nightly use.
“Booooring,”
Frustrated with her finds in the first drawer, Toga reached and opened the last and bottom drawer only to freeze in place. Before her was a treasure trove of toys, toys that she always found hilarious at the fact that humans partook in such things.
“Whore drawer, whore drawer!!!!”
She was practically bouncing on the bed at her find.
“Whore drawer!!”
“What on earth are you going on about now? I’m trying tr-“
Hitoshi snapped your journal shut in annoyance when without warning, a large, floppy, silicone appendage was thrust right into his face.
“What in th- what are you doing with that, Toga?!”
“I found the whore drawer!!”
With a maniacal cackle, Toga flopped back on the bed while waving her new find in the air, watching it wiggle oddly.
“Give me that, where did you get this?”
Toshi snatched it from her, getting up from the bed to make it to her side only to see the drawer still open and practically filled with a variety of toys.
“Hooooly shit. Is goodie-goodie this much of a deviant? Oh, this soul’s gonna be cake.
Hitoshi figured it would be, at least. Long legs bent to crouch in front of the drawer full of fun. He sifted through the mess of colorful silicone, electronics, charging cords, and tied up pouches.
“Hello, hello? What’s this, now?”
His clawed fingers plucked one of the strings to the closest pouch and pulled it out to peek into. As the opening grew wider at the tug of the string, he tipped it over only to feel a cold, phallic wand slip into his large palm. It was pretty, this glass insertable he was currently staring at. Very girly, in a semi-twisted sense. The insertable portion was clear while the opposite end, and what Toshi presumed was the handle to it, was a cute soft yellow crescent moon.
“The whore drawer has magical girl wands inside? Aww, I’m jealous!”
Toga huffed, flopping onto the bed angrily. Shaking his head, Hitoshi put the glass dildo away and continued to look through the drawer, surprised that his target was such a little deviant. He could absolutely work with this, with you. The way he saw it, your soul was already his. He’d already won this game, despite having to eventually plan and face off with Guardian Angel, he’d do it for a down and out, overworked yet underpaid, searching-for-the-meaning-of-life, woman like you.
This would be fun and he hasn’t had much of it as of late being an Incubus Demon. Something about humans having less sex these days meant that desires were unusually low in the sexual department. When he thought about it more properly, the humans have had it quite hard the last 3 years. His good buddy Mammon, the Demon of monetary greed, was the one who was working like he’d never seen before. He was lucky to have been able to feed off you when he’d infiltrated your dream, and if he were being honest with himself, now that he’s had a taste, Hitoshi wasn’t going to back down nor let you go. He was determined to see this through.
Stopping in surprise once more, Toshi found a faux leather paddle in the shape of an animal paw with hearts cut out where the toe beans were supposed to go. Giving a crooked smirk, he knew if he could infiltrate your dreams again tonight, he’d definitely be using that on you. Sifting through the drawer a little more while a now bored Toga stuck to being nosey and in your things, he thought about you as he came across a bunch of cat themed sex toys in your possession. You were a very attractive woman, Hitoshi could easily admit to that. If there was one combination he knew to be a potentially deadly one, it was an Incubus Demon who hadn’t been able to feed for a long period of time paired with an attractive “host”. Working for his Master had left little room for feeding his sexual appetite. Which in hindsight was a bad idea to do in the first place when he needed that energy to be able to fight angels of varying types and gather both their and human souls.
As of right now, he was on the weaker side, which is what made him bide his time in coming into your apartment to make sure the stunned Guardian Angel he’d glimpsed and spoke to in the wet dream he was responsible for inducing upon you, was also gone. The place reeked of holiness, which told him this angel had been here for quite some time then. What made you so important to have been assigned such a high ranking one? No matter, Toshi would just have to drive a wedge between you two. Either that, or get the Guardian to fall from grace. He knew it was possible to do, and had heard of angels having fallen for gaining various types of desires of their own. In truth, Hitoshi knew he had to play his cards accordingly and right. In his current state, he was no match to fight a Guardian right now should the goodie goodie show up at this moment. This also meant that if the Guardian did show up, he wasn’t in any position to protect Toga. Wild as Toga can be, she was definitely no match for a Guardian. Until he could feed off of you to gain enough strength, if he ever ran into the Angel, he’d have to use wit rather than brawn. Until then, he’d have to assess your relationship with the Guardian in the shadows without being detected.
“Hey, Tog, we really gotta get outta here. We’re sitting ducks in Guardian Angel tagged territory and I haven’t fed on her long enough to be at full power. So, if he shows up I can’t protect you.”
Toga’s cheeks puffed as her foot rapidly tapped on the ground after having gotten up from your bed.
“And just what are you implying, Shitsou?”
“Hey, hey, relax. Cool it with the names. Y’don’t gotta take any offensive swings at me like that. You know as well as I do that you have no chance of standing up to a Guardian Angel. Hell, even I stumble sometimes when fighting them. How do you think I got this one here?”
Toshi gestured to his face with a large hand towards his brow bone where a semi deep scar went through his eyebrow, just narrowly missing his eye. Toga winced and dropped the act.
“Ok, ok. You’re right. I’m just so used to everyone down in Tartarus making fun of my weakness and I hate it, I get defensive.”
“I get it. I don’t know why you insist on staying with those idiots down in the seventh layer. They’re so stuck up down there. You should come and hang out with us in the second layer.”
Hitoshi suggested as he opened up a portal back to The Underworld. They both passed through, their conversation carrying on as they left your apartment empty once more.
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