#I made all of them kinda hot I won’t lie. yes even the bear thank you

[laidenbreecatchall]

"Oh yeah I'll just do a quick warm up sketch redraw of the boys! Just real fast. Real quick. Will take no time at all."

Four hours later

Original from one piece grand collection under cut cause it was SO BRIGHT next to the one I did

#yeah I’m done with this piece #idk if I like the end result I took no breaks and haven’t eaten while drawing this my eyes hurt #I think it’s fine I like all them by themselves but all together idk idk #I love them dearly tho #heart pirates #one piece #trafalgar law #art #my art #ryeart #trafalgar d water law #bepo one piece #one piece penguin #one piece shachi #I made all of them kinda hot I won’t lie. yes even the bear thank you #I imagine him as fat buff sorry that’s hot he’s a bear he should be a *bear* ;)

[angstyaches]

hi hi hi so i was reading your fic where felix and elliot are feeding on an animal again and there’s some Hot Vampire Kissing Tm and i was wondering... since it was kinda teensy a little bit (very) hot .... could we have some more vampy- fangy bloody kissing with them please? i know it isn’t emeto or whump related but i figured i could always ask and you can obviously say no if you don’t wanna write it. Thanks!🍄

I honestly can’t tell if this is hot or not but I hope it’s at least nice.

CW: vampire resisting blood, hunger, burps, kissing and more implied spiciness.

Early-Days Felix and Elliott 

Felix didn’t bother sitting down to meals lately. Meaning he didn’t sit down, and he didn’t have meals. Instead, he stood at the kitchen counter and consumed whatever quick snack he managed to rustle up, wanting to dull his sudden cravings before they could set in too deeply.

This is what he was doing at 6am, as the sun cut the white kitchen tiles into slices. He was having toast, because toast felt like a good morning food, and raspberry jam because the visual of something red and sticky entering his mouth was just appealing, it hit upon something in his brain that was begging to be hit upon, but as he chewed it, the illusion gave way, and the jam just tasted like jam.

“There you are.”

Felix looked across the countertop as he chewed, feeling a flicker of affection at the sight of Elliott wandering into the kitchen. His hair was loose and dishevelled, not in its usual ponytail or half-bun. He’d come downstairs in just his boxers and a pinstriped shirt that he hadn’t bothered to button up, clearly not expecting Nancy or Ryan to be up and about yet. And Felix just couldn’t help but gaze at how each inch of fabric sat on Elliott’s body, rustling against his skin with every movement he made.

“Are you alright?” Elliott asked, opening the fridge and carefully selecting a glass bottle from the shelf in the door. Felix swallowed and looked away, unable to bear the sight of the bottle or its contents.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

Elliott glanced over at him, eyeing the toast in his hand, before pouring himself a mugful of the bottle’s contents. It sloshed from glass container to ceramic, and Felix heard every.

Single.

Drop.

He swallowed again, though there was nothing in his mouth but saliva.

“You got hungry again?” Elliott asked, returning the bottle to the fridge door. His surprise was likely due to the fact that they’d both had a large dinner the night before, consisting of fish and chips and lemon cheesecake.

Felix turned his slice of toast over in his hand, feeling grateful for how it had sat nicely in his stomach so far, but also hating it for not being what he really needed. Hating it for its inability to stop the feeling of his teeth being wrenched from deep in his gums.

“Yeah,” he admitted. A half-lie. Dinner hadn’t truly sated him, so technically he was still hungry.

He could see that Elliott was biting the inside of his own lip, and he had a feeling he knew what was going to come next. Elliott’s fingers delicately laid the mug on the countertop, grip lingering on the rim as though poised to move it closer to Felix.

“Felix, I think you should consider –”

“No,” Felix whimpered, backing up.

Elliott’s eyes narrowed. “I wish you would consider drinking a little.”

Felix lifted his food to take a bite, mainly to obscure the shy grin that spread across his face at hearing the concern in Elliott’s voice. It had been two months since Felix had first entered the townhouse and become an official member of the Aldridge clan, and it had been six weeks and two days since he and Elliott had started sharing a bed and kissing and doing the things that often followed kissing. Six weeks in which Felix felt he should have gotten over these silly little moments of incoherent infatuation, and yet he felt as giddy and nervous around Elliott as ever.

Especially when the older man expressed worry over him.

“Please?” Elliott’s voice was low.

Felix placed the remainder of his toast on the plate and licked his lips. “I… I can’t. The idea of it is still rather… repulsive.” Heat shot out to the tips of his ears. “No, no offence…”

“No, I understand what you’re saying.” Elliott pursed his lips, eyes trained on the mug. “The psychological adjustments can be as challenging as the physical ones, if not more challenging.”

As much as Felix appreciated Elliott’s sympathy, it didn’t do much to ease his discomfort. Just because someone else had once felt similarly to how he was feeling now, it didn’t reassure him that he would one day move past it and live like a normal person. A normal vampire, he thought to himself, wondering if he was even allowed to call himself a person anymore.

“You know that it comes from a willing donor, right?” Elliott was referring to the mug’s contents, which Felix was trying hard not to gaze upon. “You’ll probably meet her soon, and hopefully that will ease some of your anxiety.”

Felix gave a heavy shrug. He hoped the same thing, but he also feared that putting a face to the blank, human-shaped blood dispenser in his mind would make the task of consuming all the more difficult. After all, he’d never had any desire to put a name and a face to the cow just before biting into a burger…

“I’m feeling a slight sting myself, and there’s no point in wasting good blood,” Elliott said, his voice becoming deeper and more distant as it did when he was about to feed. “Would it bother you if I drank this?”

Felix shook his head briskly, snatching up the last of his toast. There were three bites’ worth left, but he shoved it all into his mouth at once. The sound of Elliott’s lips sipping on the blood rang loudly through his skull, entering his ears like the incessant humming of a broken street lamp. His own chewing did little to drown it out.

The sipping turned into gulping, and Felix’s eyes widened at the way Elliott tilted his head back under the mug. His free hand gripped the edge of the countertop, as though he might fall over from the force of drinking. Felix’s ears continued to zone in on the sounds of drinking, consuming, guzzling, and he was sure he could hear the liquid being pulled into Elliott’s throat along with tiny pockets of air, the muscles inside his digestive system greedy and eager to get it down as quickly as possible.

Felix had never known it was possible to literally go slack-jawed while watching something, but right then, he couldn’t have closed his mouth if someone had offered to pay him.

“Mm,” Elliott mumbled, gasping softly as he put the mug down, empty, on the countertop again. Hs mouth was smeared in red, a single droplet drawing a line down his stubbled chin.

There was a low rumble in the older vampire’s chest, which Felix only heard because the thirst had heightened his senses, and then a long gurgle as his stomach struggled to settle such a large amount of blood; drinking from a container wasn’t the same as feeding from an animal, so Elliott should probably have drunk it more slowly.

Felix felt his own stomach rumble as though in response to Elliott's, but for the opposite reason; it was making far-too-quick work of the toast and lamenting the lack of what his body truly needed. He still couldn’t manage to close his mouth, despite the saliva gathering around his teeth and wetting his lips.

Elliott frowned and placed a hand on his belly – bare between the unclosed buttons of his shirt – and let out a short, tight belch. “Excuse me.”

“No.”

“No? You won’t excuse me?”

Felix shook his head. He couldn’t stop looking at the red stains on Elliott’s lips and the drip on his chin, which he hadn’t thought to lick or brush away yet. The sudden fullness must have been dulling his instincts; Felix could almost see the bliss in his yellow eyes as warmth flashed through them.

His fingers and lips trembled as he reached for Elliott’s face.

Elliott wore a blank expression as Felix’s thumb dragged up through his beard and over the dip in the corner of his mouth. The thumb came away red and glistening, and Elliott grinned, revealing fangs that were slightly distended from feeding.

“What?” Felix mumbled innocently, as his own thumb entered his mouth.

His lips and tongue began pulling at the liquid, relishing the metallic sweetness. His stomach tightened in anticipation while his head seemed to fill up with butterflies. As he slid his thumb from his mouth, he felt his own fangs reaching down, relieving a little of the pressure in his gums.

“I can’t put my finger on it, Felix,” Elliott whispered, leaning in a little closer, so that Felix could smell even more of the luscious liquid on his breath, “but somehow, you’ve never looked so gorgeous.”

In the end, Felix didn’t know who kissed who first, but what he did know was that Elliott tasted better than any ice cream or strawberry or tuna roll he’d ever eaten. A couple of times, he was worried that he’d sliced his own tongue on a fang – Elliott’s? His own? It was impossible to tell – but even that didn’t slow him down in his search for every last dreg that Elliott hadn’t managed to swallow.

Meanwhile, Elliott’s grip on Felix’s waist tightened, their hips eventually digging into one another’s, Elliott’s back being pressed up against the edge of the countertop. Eventually, their lips parted, thanks to Elliott pulling his head back.

Felix’s eyes fluttered open, lips still bobbing as though they didn’t understand that the kiss had ended. Elliott was pressing a hand to his mouth, frowning as he let out another belch.

“I’m so sorry,” he grumbled, as though annoyed by his own body. “I just drank and you’re pressing quite hard on my stomach...”

Felix tried to shimmy back a little, though he was swiftly drawn back in by Elliott’s arms. Elliott’s eyes scanned Felix’s face, another grin tugging at his mouth.

“What?” Felix asked breathlessly.

“You’ve got, uh… Sorry, that’s my fault.” Elliott lifted a thumb to the corner of Felix’s mouth, dragging it across his lip.

“Am I messy?” Felix’s voice was a little distorted from having his lip tugged at. He batted his eyelashes at the delicious look in Elliott’s eyes.

“You’re positively radiant.” Hands slid around Felix’s neck, cupping his head and drawing him in for one last chaste kiss. “Why don’t I get you a little something to drink, and then we can head back to bed for a bit?”

Felix caught a fingernail between his teeth as Elliott and his lips moved away from him, towards the fridge again. He could feel a full-on blush starting, surprised that his body found enough red blood cells to pull off such a feat.

“Okay, darling.” 

#Felix #Elliott #Swallow the World #vampire kissing #OC hunger fic #hunger fic #vampire hunger #vampire thirst #stomach noises #hunger whump #disordered eating #I guess? #sickfic #angst fic #no emeto #burps #burping #burp fic

[infernwetrust]

Luke Langdon [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Pt 1.

PART 2

PART 3

Summary: The one where you and Michael have a child together, but like most relationships, there are parenting differences.

Warnings: angst, swearing, a little violence, fluff ig? kinda cute. emotional. I cried towards the end of this lol.

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Short, but a 3 part series! Updating Wandering Eyes, soon. I will be posting another chapter of AHS 1984: Between the Lines, soon as well. Thank you for reading!

"And you'll grow to rule the world." Michael said softly to his 2 year old son who stared up at him, a giggling mess every time his father spoke. "They'll bow to you and attend to your every need. That I will make sure of, Luke." Luke spoke, his sentence barely audible, but it warmed Michael's heart anyway.

"I really wish you would stop telling him all that stuff at his age." Y/N said as you walked in the bedroom, towel wrapped around your body. Michael cocked his head to the side, confused as to why you wouldn't want him speak these things to your son.

"What's the problem?" he questioned, his eyes squinted at you.

"I wish you would stop giving me that stupid look too." You were wrong. It wasn't stupid. It was one of the most sexiest faces that Michael could ever make, but you were mad at him for trying to cement his greatness into the child at a young age. You wanted him to enjoy his younger years without having to stress like Michael did. "You know what the problem is, Michael, because we've had this conversation before already."

"Mrs. Langdon, you've lost me." Michael spoke.  "You don't want me to tell our son how great he's going to be? How he's going to rule the world and have people beg for his mercy? Or how they'll drop to their knees and crawl to him, wishing they were in his position, but they know they never will be? What's wrong with boosting his confidence?"

"He's a damn child. I want him to create his own experiences. I want him to tackle the world for what it is. I don't want you teaching him any of his powers until he's the right age. I don't want you to mention what he is. I want him to live a normal life for a while, Michael."

Yes, this wasn't the first time you and Michael had this conversation. He sighed, standing up with the 2 year old, gently placing him in his play pen. Michael promised you every time that he would stop, but then you would catch him saying the exact same thing. You had to admit, him being enthusiastic about his heir, gave you chills and made you smile, sometimes though.

"You know, love." Michael began as he sat back down on the sofa. "I really wish you would be a little bit more honest with the real reason that you don't want me to start instilling my greatness into our son. You're afraid, Y/N. Just say that."

"Afraid of?"

"Afraid that he'll go down the exact same path as I did. Am I right or am I wrong?" Michael's eyes turned a solid black color as he grinned at you. "You're afraid that he'll be rejected, confused, searching for answers, heart broken, just like I was."

"That's not-"

"Don't lie to me, now. I can already hear all your thoughts." He stood up, the room around you slowly getting dimmed as he trapped you and him in your mind. "And while those are all reasons for valid concern, I assure you that he won't have to go through that. I won't abandon him like how I was. As long as I'm here, all of his questions will never go unanswered. He will never have to worry about rejection or feeling loved. He won't worry about needing a place to stay." Michael still wasn't understanding and you were so shy of losing your temper with him.

"Get out of my head." you said, jaws clenched.

"Why do you never just admit things to me? We've been married for 6 years now."

"I said GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" you screamed, causing the both of you to immediately snap out of whatever trance he locked you two in and his eyes returned to their normal color. You had tears falling from your eyes as you shoved him repeatedly in his chest. "I ask you to do one thing and you just can't fucking listen! That's your problem, Michael. You never fucking listen."

"Y/N... I suggest you lower your tone. You're scaring our son." He glanced towards the child, who had an extremely concerned look on his face, then looking back at you. You were over his lack of emotion and stormed out of the room.

"UGH." you screamed as you stormed out, throwing your fists to the side.

"Y/N!" Michael called after you, following you out of the room. "Y/N!" He caught up to you, grabbing you by the arm. You hated that he was so fucking fast. It was like he basically teleported through the room. Still angry, you snatched your arm away, turning around to slap him. And then what happened next, happened way too fast for you to gather your bearings. All the furniture in the room was upside down, some things broken. Michael had you pinned up against the wall, his eyes blacker than the night sky.

"Don't make me, make you, regret doing that." he said with venom in his voice.

"Fuck you." you responded, choking on your own words.

"I could snap your pretty little neck right now and you'd be a thing of the past."

"Do it then. That way I don't have to watch you try to fuck up our son's future." He sighed, his eyes once against returning the normal, him letting you go. This time there was no anger. He stared into your eyes, but not for long before he looked away, squeezing them shut and sighing once more.

"I just... I just wanted to..." he began to say, throwing his hands up in the air and back down to his side. "I get it." A tear fell from his eye as he shrugged. He couldn't even help but chuckle a little bit as he struggled to hold back his tears. This was the first time you've ever seen Michael so emotional, not cuddling Luke, or playing with him, in a while.

"You don't want our son to be a coward like I was. You don't want him to be a failure like I was. Fine Y/N. As of tonight, I won't speak to Luke like that anymore."

"Michael that's not what I was trying to say." you said, walking towards him, but he stepped away, turning around and heading for the backdoor. He pushed them open aggressively, not caring if they slammed into the sides of the walls, before he slammed them back closed, not caring if the glass shattered. All of those things were easily replaceable. You could see him out there, pacing back and forth and running his hands wickedly through his hair. If you couldn't see any better, you would say that he was hyperventilating. Then all you heard was a loud,

FUCK.

You watched as Michael through the lounge chair across the deck before continuing to pace around. You felt horrible. You didn't believe Michael was a coward or a failure. You simply just wanted your son to be able to reach an age where he could fully understand. You didn't want him to be forced out into what he really is like his father was, but like usual, hot-tempered, Michael misunderstood. You sighed, wiping away your tears, deciding that you would give him a few minutes to calm down before even attempting to talk to him. That last time you tried to intervene, it ended with all the new dishes you two bought being completely shattered.

And you would hate for that to happen again, especially with Luke in the house.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid

#cody fern #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #american horror story apocalypse

[floralseokjin]

Seokjin gets horny in the middle of the night 

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised) 

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin // smut // 2,324 words 

“You awake?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness. You’d stirred once and now he was hovering over you like a gnat. There was silence your end so he tried again, murmuring your name. 

“No.” Whatever he wanted could wait. Even if he could smell smoke, the fire could wait. 

He was silent this time, probably trying to weigh your reaction. Thinking about the tone of your voice and what it meant for him. He decided to take a chance. 

“I have a problem.” 

The darkness swallowed his words. Your eyes were heavy, your mind was heavy, and you really didn’t want to reply to him, but of course you did it anyway. You were a sucker. “What is it?” 

“I’m hard.” 

He sounded pitiful and you groaned. You should’ve guessed. “You’re always hard.” You were surprised he was still alive with the amount of blood that sought permanent residence in his dick. 

“Yeah but, only for you.” 

You let out a laugh, sounded more like a scoff. How many times had you heard that these past few weeks? Romantic, in its own right, but tonight it wasn’t going to cut it. “That isn’t going to work right now.” 

He moved, curling himself behind you, and as he wrapped his arms around your waist; one over, one under, he pressed his dick between your ass. Oh boy, was it hard. Thick and big in his underwear. It wasn’t long before his mouth was on your neck, kissing you almost hesitantly. He was trying to coax you. Coax you with his big dick and soft lips. 

“I was trying to get to sleep but it just popped up out of nowhere,” he mumbled. He was definitely the victim in all of this. Victim to that thing pressing into your butt. Sarcasm intended. 

You sighed softly. Your eyes were still closed but you felt an ounce more awake. “What time is it?” You remembered getting into bed at just gone 11pm. You’d left Seokjin scrolling on his phone next to you and had fallen asleep pretty quickly because you had work the next day. 

“Late…” He trailed off. “Or early. Depends on which way you look at it.” 

“What time is it?” You repeated. 

“If I tell you there’s less chance of you folding.” 

“If you don’t tell me, there’s an even bigger less chance of me folding.” You didn’t know if that made sense, still half asleep. 

Seokjin groaned, giving in. “1am.” 

“I have work at 9,” you whined. 

He was kissing your shoulder now, rubbing your arm. Trying to butter you up. “I’ll wake up extra early. Make you breakfast in bed before you have to leave.” You didn’t believe that. He didn’t either. “You can call in sick,” he suggested instead. 

You let out a croaky laugh. “Call in sick because my boyfriend was trying to fuck me at 1 in the morning?” 

He hummed, voice low and grave. “I’ve heard that’s kinda serious.” You scoffed, attempting to shake him away but he latched onto you, whining pitifully. “Feel it. It’s crazyyyy.” 

“I can already feel it,” you laughed. It had been digging into your ass for the past five minutes. 

“No, no,” he complained. “With your hands.” Reaching out for them he struggled, hidden under your pillow. “Where–are–they?” You fought playfully with him until you gave up and let him have his way. 

He clasped one and brought it back towards him, wrapping your palm around his underwear covered dick. “See?” You wouldn’t lie, gripping it sure made your insides jump around a little, but he didn’t need to know that. You grunted, trying to sound unbothered. “Mhm. Very hard. Poor you.” 

You went to pull away but he pushed your body to his, pressing his chest into your back. “No. Please,” he half begged. “We don’t have to fuck. We can just y’know, do stuff.” Your hand still pressed around his dick felt it pulse in desperation. 

That was it. You were convinced. 

“I’ll jerk you off. Like this.” You raised your arm up a little, signalling this would be how it went. You’d be on your side, eyes still closed. You may have given in, but you were still calling the shots. “Then we go to sleep. That’s the deal.” 

“Okay. Thank you. I love you.” He sounded more than happy to agree. Rolling onto his back immediately he pushed his boxers down just below his crotch, erection springing free. You took him in your hand and went to work. 

Of course he had something to complain about a couple of minutes in. “Can you like…speed it up?” He tried to sound like he wasn’t asking. Voice barely there. “Grip it a little harder.” He couldn’t hide the restlessness though. He reached for you. “If you just get on your back–”

“Nope.” You weighted your body, Seokjin unable to flip you. “That’s wasn’t the deal.” 

You heard him sigh, even if he’d tried to hide it. Soon, he turned towards you again, mouth on your jaw, his hand slipping under your t-shirt, rubbing the soft skin of your stomach. You smiled a little, enjoying the warmth and the touch of his skin and continued to lazily jerk him off, your arm twisted at an odd angle. 

“Can I…” The tips of his fingers were dangerously close to the waistband of your underwear.   “Can I put my hand in your underwear?” 

You were relenting, a small moan of agreement slipping from your lips. As he sneaked under you twisted onto your back a little, reaching for his mouth. Eyes now open. His tongue came out immediately; wet, sloppy and needy. He gently circled your clit with the pads of two fingers, humming into your mouth. “Mm. Imma get you wet.”

You smirked and pulled back. “If you can get me wet, I’ll have sex with you.” 

“Challenge accepted.” As confident as ever. You on the other hand were not. It was only a matter of time before he was pushing his dick inside you. A little teasing wouldn’t kill him though. “I can always get you wet, baby.” 

“Can you?” You tried to think of anything but sex. The least sexy things and even the most scariest. Natural disasters, spontaneous combustion, feet… Anything to hold off the imminent. Anything to stop thinking about how good his hand felt down your pants. 

You started pumping your fist a little faster around his dick, concentrating on that instead. it wasn’t a good hand job by any means, Seokjin would definitely agree with you, what with the shitty angle and your haphazard gestures, but he wanted to turn you on, so he played along. 

“Oh yeah, keep going like that,” he moaned softly. “Feels so good.” 

You scoffed. The liar.  

He kissed you. Really adamant on making it as indulgent as possible. The hand in your underwear started to fidget. He was losing the game. Pressure getting to him. You weren’t that wet at all. Found out as much when he tried to push a finger inside of you. 

“If you let me eat you out, I can get you wet.” His voice was low, speaking in murmurs. He was trying to tempt you. 

“That’s cheating. Big style.” 

“Mm.” He hummed against your lips, nibbling on the bottom one. “But like, my head between your legs. Your hands in my hair. I’ll let you tug extra hard. Won’t complain at all.” 

You moaned, body betraying you, but you tied to keep a lid on it. “Mhm. Nope.” 

“That was a moan.” 

“No it wasn’t.” 

“Yes, it was.” He rubbed your clit a little quicker, celebrating loudly when he slipped down to your entrance and felt your sudden arousal. “You’re getting wet!” 

“You cheated.” 

“HOW?” 

“You were talking about going down on me.” You grumbled. With that visual in mind you were bound to fail. 

“See? That’s my power.” Bragging idiot. Despite that though, you moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of you. He moaned with you, pushing you onto your back fully. “Baby, you’re wet. I have two fingers inside you.” 

You tried to suppress the pleasure. It worked long enough to let out another grumble. “I’m supposed to be doing stuff to you.” 

“Nothing brings me more pleasure than when I’m pleasuring you.” 

“Lame.” 

He shrugged. “True though.” 

“Okay,” you let go of his dick. “So I’ll just leave your dick all hard and sore while you make me cum. Then I sleep. Fine by me.” 

“Nooo, you said we could do it if I got you wet,” he whined, rutting into your side. “I got you wet.” 

You crossed your arms across your chest, Seokjin still fingering you slowly. “I changed it. If you make me cum right now, then I’ll have sex with you.” 

“That’s so not fair,” he huffed, but then he realised it was hardly a horrendous deal, nor a hard job. He nestled up to you, kissing your lips once. “But it’s lucky your boyfriend is an orgasm master.” 

You scoffed. “I’ve been faking them this whole time.” 

“Damn, really? So have I.” 

“Impossible. I’ve literally had to wash your cum out of my eye,” you laughed. 

Seokjin joined you. “That’s so fucking gross.” 

“Gross? You’re the one who overshot it!” 

“Oh, don’t,” he whined. “Just thinking about that one time is turning me on. You were sucking the soul right out of my dick.” 

You were glad your pain and panic was a turn on. Although, you got what he meant. Before the cum in eye situation it had been a fun, hot—very hot, time. 

“Well, I’m not sucking your dick now,” you told him just before he got any ideas. He was already rubbing his dick all over your bear thighs. 

“No, you’re not,” he agreed, kissing you again. “I’m going to make you cum now.” 

You pulsed. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Right now. I got moves I’ve been keeping from you.” On cue he curled his digits inside of you, finding your g-spot instantly. That wasn’t new. He had months of practice. 

“Shut up,” you half yelped, the sudden spike of pleasure of course getting to you. “Why would you keep them from me? Who have you used them on? That’s not very fair.” 

“Haven’t used them on anyone. Been saving them.” 

“Well how do you know they work?” 

“Just do,” he shrugged. 

“Go on then.” You goaded. 

He got you to cum in under five minutes. Underwear off, kept safe on your nightstand. He coaxed the orgasm from you like the cocksure pro he was. There were a lot of oh, my god’s, a lot of cursing and spluttering, and a lot of kissing. When you finally came up for air you were in disbelief. 

“Was that a dream?” Surely it was. Surely you were still asleep and just lost in very realistic sex dream. 

Seokjin shifted back, unsure of what to do with his sticky hand. He chose to wrap it around his dick and start moving, lubing himself up. Hm, practical. “Not gonna lie, I was pulling every move I had. Some I just made up on the spot. It might very well be a dream.” 

“Someday your big talk is going to backfire.” 

“Not a chance.” 

Yeah, you were talking shit. You didn’t think so either. You took a breath. It was still shaky. “Do me, Seokjin. Now. I have work in the morning.” 

He got to work instantly, stripping off his boxers. He’d already told he liked it when you were bossy and demanding. Whatever floated his boat, you guessed… 

He turned to his side, pushing you to yours again. “Like this.” He rubbed the head of his dick up against your entrance impatiently. “Wanna feel your ass.” On cue he squeezed one cheek, hard and when you pushed into him he grunted, finally entering you. 

He made a few indulgent thrusts, enjoying how wet and soft you felt, before he sped up, fucking into you again and again. He knew he didn’t have much time, and honestly, it was really hot to have him fuck you so urgently. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he panted a few minutes later, hips stuttering. “Sh-Should I cum inside you? Back?” 

“Inside.” 

“But—”

“I’m showering in a few hours. It’s fine,” you told him. “Don’t be messy.” He had a habit of getting his cum everywhere sometimes. (Eg. Your eye.) 

“But I can just clean up your back.” 

“But then you have to put the light on and that’ll wake me up and—”

“Okay. I get it,” he interrupted. “Keep talking and I won’t be coming at all,” he muttered. Whoops. Way to ruin the mood. You shut up, albeit for the moans that flew from your mouth as he finished off. 

He stayed inside you for a drawn-out moment, making sure his cum was well and truly deep inside you before he pulled out. You quickly reached for your underwear, fighting them on to prevent spillage as Seokjin rolled onto his back and laughed breathlessly. 

He swept this hair back, puffing out some air. “I swear I cum a little faster each time.” 

You found his boxers and threw them in his face, teasing him. “It’s because you luvvv me now.” 

“Shut up.” He whined softly, unable to catch them in time.

“We needed to be quick anyway,” you grinned as he kicked them back on, kissing him once on the mouth. He didn’t even have a chance to kiss you back before you’d rolled onto your side and wrapped the blankets around your head. Your voice sounded from somewhere under them. “Good night. Love you. I’m expecting that breakfast in bed.” 

There was silence as he made sense of what had just happened and then he chuckled quietly, leaning over to where he guessed was your head. He kissed the mound of blankets. “I love you too. Night.” 

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#seokjin smut #bts smut #jin smut #floralseokjin:writings #fic:crystallised

[ibijau]

How would nhs react to a deage teenager!lxc after canon or lxc knew nhs as a student and next time he see nhs is a aldult.

this... kinda got out of hand wow. Thanks for the prompt!! it was a lot of fun!

Of course Nie Huaisang, like everyone else, knows that Lan Xichen has entered seclusion and won’t see anyone. After what happened, the shock of being lied to and manipulated for years culminating in nearly killing the person he thought was his last true friend left... If he’s honest, Nie Huaisang too finds isolation tempting, but sadly it isn’t part of Qinghe Nie’s culture the way it is in Gusu Lan, and so he must power through.

Still, Lan Xichen’s seclusion feels like a technicality that doesn’t concern him. After everything, when Nie Huaisang comes to the Cloud Recesses for business, he decides to take the chance to visit the man who tried to be his friend, in spite of everything Nie Huaisang is, everything he pretended to be. They have much to talk about. It is selfish of Nie Huaisang, but he misses Lan Xichen. Besides, the jade token that Lan Xichen gave him years ago is still active, so surely it must mean that a visit from him isn't entirely unexpected. Nie Huaisang heard that Jin Guangyao's token was rendered inert after the slight scandal in Carp Tower. Apparently, he's still a step higher than that. It's a comforting feeling.

And so, once his business with Lan Qiren is dealt with, Nie Huaisang doesn't go to the room prepared for him and his retinue. Instead he heads for the Hanshi. The path is familiar, Nie Huaisang doesn't have to pay attention as his feet carry him to his brother's sworn brother's house. A mix of fear and anticipation make him walk slower and faster in turn. In front of the Hanshi's door, Nie Huaisang pauses for a moment. It might be presomptuous of him to be here, after the way things went at the temple. Lan Xichen seemed broken then, in a way even the horrors of the Sunshot campaign hadn't managed. To come here like this, unnanounced... but they both need this, Nie Huaisang decides. He owes Lan Xichen an explanation, and hopefully Lan Xichen will apologise as well for his own failures. They both could have done better, but this might be a chance for a clean start.

It would be nice if they could be friends, for real this time. No pretences, no Jin Guangyao, just the two of them getting along, openly and honestly.

Nie Huaisang knocks on the door.

Unexpectedly fast, he can hear footsteps on the other side, and the door opens before he fully has time to steel himself for the confrontation.

“Oh, you're not Uncle,” the young man who opened says. (but is he a man? He can't be more than sixteen or seventeen). “I did think it was still early.”

Nie Huaisang stares, and refuses to believe what he's seeing. The boy in front of him isn't much taller than him, though he will certainly continue growing in the coming years. He is elegant and calm, but still youthful, still with a touch of uncertainty that grows more pronounced the longer Nie Huaisang gapes at him.

“Do I know you?” the boy asks at last. “You seem familiar but... ah! Did uncle send you?”

“Not exactly. I'm Nie Huaisang. I'm... you are...”

The boy presses a hand against his mouth as he laughs.

“Nie Huaisang? You mean, Mingjue's little brother? Oh, you've grown quite a bit!”

That's not exactly true. In fact, coming from anyone else, Nie Huaisang would take that as a lie at best, a mocking attack at worst. But this boy... if this boy is who he seems to be, if his mind fits his appearance, he would remember Nie Huaisang a good deal shorter.

“Er-ge... I mean, Lan Xichen? Is that you?”

The boy drops his hand and nods with an apologetic smile.

“I'm not really supposed to talk about it,” he explains. “I'm not even supposed to let anyone see me until we find a solution, but... oh, if it's Nie er-gongzi, it's fine. But please, come in. I'm really not supposed to have visitors.”

Entranced, Nie Huaisang can only obey and follows this too young Lan Xichen into the Hanshi. The house hasn't changed much since his last visit, many months before. The only difference is its inhabitant, smiling brightly, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. Nie Huaisang doesn't think he had seen such a sincere smile on Lan Xichen's face since the Sunshot Campaign.

“Would you like some tea?” Lan Xichen asks, ever the perfect host. “I was going to make some for myself, so it's really no bother.”

“I... yes, certainly.”

“Please, sit down, Nie er-gongzi. Nie-xiong? What should I call you? I can remember calling you Huaisang, but I wouldn't want to disrespect you, so...”

“You still call me by my name,” Nie Huaisang assures him, which isn't a lie. It was still true last time they met. He isn't sure if it would still be true, had he faced a full grown man instead of a boy, but there's little point in debating this now. “I don't mind if you continue doing so. It would be very awkward for me if you tried to treat me as an elder.”

Lan Xichen smiles again, and puts some water to boil. Without waiting to be invited, Nie Huaisang sits at the table. It could almost feel like nothing has changed, as long as he doesn't look too closely at the person preparing their tea.

“Dare I ask what happen to you, Lan Xichen?”

“Please, just... just Xichen? Or are you this formal with me now?” Lan Xichen asks, shooting him a worried look.

“I've never been one for formality,” Nie Huaisang replies. “Are you avoiding my question, Xichen?”

Again, the boy laughs. Nie Huaisang suddenly realises that just like his smiles, Lan Xichen's laughters hadn't been so free in years. He had never thought to miss that, but he does now.

Once the water is hot, Lan Xichen pours it in a teapot which he brings to the table, sitting down at last while the leaves infuse.

“I wish I could tell you what happened, Huaisang,” he confesses with mild embarrassment. “But I simply do not know. Uncle think it is an accident of some sort. He told me that certain regrettable events had made me unwell. He won't tell me more than that.”

There are dozens of unspoken questions in Lan Xichen's eyes, all of which Nie Huaisang pretends he cannot notice. Instead he checks the teapot and serves tea for both of them.

“It must be quite upsetting to you,” Nie Huaisang says. “What's the most recent thing you remember?”

“Some new guest disciples had just arrived a few days ago. Very prestigious ones this year, since there were the sons of Sect Leader Jin and Sect Leader Jiang... and you were returning as well, of course. It was promising to be an interesting year. One of the guests had already gotten in trouble and duelled my brother. I tried asking, but Uncle wouldn't tell me what became of that boy. His name was Wei Wuxian, do you perhaps remember him?”

Nie Huaisang snorts, most inelegantly, and hesitates how much he can tell on that matter. In the end, he decides the latest piece of gossip that reached him can be shared safely.

“Lan Wangji recently married him.”

He hopes, perhaps a little cruelly, to shock Lan Xichen, or at least to surprise him. Instead, the boy beams.

“I knew that Wangji liked him!” he exclaims, before pressing a hand to his mouth as he realises how loud he was. “Sorry for this. Oh, but I'm so glad! It's so rare for Wangji to take a shine to someone... I'm so happy for him!”

Nie Huaisang tries to smile, and fails. He remembers how upset Lan Xichen was over his brother's choice in the years that followed Wei Wuxian's death, his resentment that he still couldn't shake in that temple after Wei Wuxian finally opened his eyes to Lan Wangji's feelings.

He had never realised how bitter Lan Xichen had become. He did not let him consume him, not the way Nie Huaisang had, but... it's odd to think they might have been similar in that respect.

“Huaisang, if I may ask... since you seem well informed on my family, would you tell me what happened to me?” Lan Xichen asks, fidgeting with his cup of tea. “As I've told you, Uncle won't say a thing but... you say we still call each other by name, after this long, and you came to see me uninvited. Am I right to assume we must be friends?”

There's something so hopeful to that boy's voice, as if it would really make him happy to hear they are close. They weren't back then, not especially. Nie Huaisang admired his brother's friend, but found Lan Xichen too serious to really pay him attention, especially when there were people like Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to play with instead. He had no idea how Lan Xichen saw him at that time, but apparently he had a better opinion of Nie Huaisang than expected.

It should be flattering.

It is not.

Nie Huaisang looks at that hopeful boy, one whose father is in seclusion but still alive, whose brother has poor taste in men but no scars on his back yet, who is too serious for his age but doesn't bear the burden of running a sect before his time, who hasn't yet felt the horrors of wars, of watching both of his friends die before his eyes, viciously killing each other. Most of what happened to Lan Xichen isn't his fault, but Nie Huaisang still feels guilty.

It is unbearable to see Lan Xichen so innocent.

“I'm not sure I'm the right person to tell you,” Nie Huaisang mumbles, avoiding Lan Xichen's eyes. “It was... a lot happened. It might be best to leave it at that.”

“But you do know,” Lan Xichen insists. “Uncle says he doesn't know the details anyway, that he cannot tell me something he's not certain of. But you know.”

“And I'm glad you don't. What happened... if you can live without remembering, without being told about it, perhaps it's for the best.”

This, at last, bring a crack into Lan Xichen's warmth. Nie Huaisang hates himself for it when he sees the slight frown on the boy's face, hates that this is an expression that he's far more used to seeing on Lan Xichen's face.

“Is it really that bad, Huaisang?”

“I don't know what you're imagining but... it's at least as bad as that, and possibly worse.”

Lan Xichen's frown deepen.

“I see. Then... at least it confirms something I've suspected.”

“Which is?”

“This was not an accident,” Lan Xichen states, gesturing at himself. “I think I did this on purpose. I... The man I become, is he a coward then?”

Something squeezes in Nie Huaisang's chest, so tight and painful that it nearly makes him sick. He quickly shakes his head and, without thinking, reaches for Lan Xichen's hands.

“You are a brave man,” he promises. “You made mistakes, but only because you are kind and certain people took advantage. You are a good man, you tried your best to be fair, even when we all lied to you, and...”

“We?” Lan Xichen notes, pulling his hands away. “Did you lie to me as well, Huaisang?”

The pain in his voice is... they've gone through that once already at the temple. Nie Huaisang cannot do it again. The first time was hard when Lan Xichen knew already how cruel the world can be, but to do this again, to bear with this again and explain to this kind, innocent boy that he consistently put his trust in all the worst people is...

It was a mistake to come here.

“I have to go,” Nie Huaisang mutters, rising on unsteady feet.

“So you did lie,” Lan Xichen whispers, looking up at him, disappointment clear in his eyes. “Are... are we even friends, then?”

Nie Huaisang turns away.

“I had come to ask you the same question,” he confesses. “I wanted to know if it was too much to ask, after what I did to you. I'll never get my answer now, but perhaps it's for the best. You... you really grew into a good man, Lan Xichen. Out of all of us, I think you're the one who turned out best. But sometimes, being good isn't enough. Not when there are men like me around.”

“But you used to be good as well,” Lan Xichen retorts, his tone nearly whiny, like a child's. And why not? He's not so far from childhood still, no matter how much he tries to act like an adult. “You always were so nice, Huaisang. You always made me smile when we talked, you were always so honest! Why would you have started lying to me?”

The idea that he ever was honest is hilarious, so Nie Huaisang starts crying.

“There's no real reason,” he says, and that's a lie too, but at this point what's a little more? “People are never as good as you think they are, Xichen, especially when life get a little tough. I'm sorry I wasn't the friend you deserved. I really wanted to be, but sometimes... sometimes it's not enough to want it.”

Having said his piece, Nie Huaisang walks to the door, cursing himself for coming to the Hanshi, for giving in to curiosity when he saw this boy, for not leaving him to his fate. He is almost out when Lan Xichen speaks again.

“Do you really think we can't be friends then?” he asks, so young and eager and lost. It is awful to remember there was a time when Lan Xichen had the freedom of not needed to appear confident at all times, when he could hesitate, when he could be unsure.

“I think you can find better friends than me,” Nie Huaisang sighs, pretending it doesn't come as a sob. “Goodbye, Xichen, or farewell maybe. I don't think I'll be coming here again, not unless you get back to normal someday and invite me yourself.”

“I see. I'll hold you to that, Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang laughs, or sobs, or both. If Lan Xichen ever gets back to the man he was before this incident, it's unlikely he will want anything to do with the traitor who tried to turn him into a murderer. It was stupid, really, to think that they might get a second chance.

Without another word, Nie Huaisang leaves the Hanshi and heads for the guest quarters, desperately trying to calm his tears.

It was a mistake to come here.

But of course, Nie Huaisang has always been good at making mistakes.

#nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #xisang #kinda I mean it can definitely read as gen but also y'all know me at this point right? #jau writes #ok and now I shall sleep #Anonymous

[iraniq]

Fuzzy

part I 

I slowly woke up with a horrible headache, and a fuzzy mind. I gently moved, my leg was stiff. I wanted to roll to my back, but I felt something... Someone. Their hand was on me and I heard a growl when I moved. 

"Perfect, another idiot who thinks he owns me, because we fucked".

  - I have to pee, move! - I hissed, not waiting for an answer and rushed looking for the bathroom....

The room was huge, like terribly huge. I almost lost it, till I saw a marble floor behind one of the wood decorated walls. I did my job, and went back to bed. Since Mr. Ladie's boy was rich I was gonna let him be and spoil myself. 

"I deserve some quality me time after this hectic week!"

I jumped back in and he hugged me again. Lying his head on my shoulder.

  - I am not a pillow!

  - Why not, you are plump. - his sleepy voice was deep and actually sounded good.

"Did he just?"

  - I am sorry... - I was fed up and started to get up.

  - Shush... I didn't meant it that way... Stay... - he growl the last one.

I layed back and he hugged me again. Fixing half his body on me.

  - Are you hungry? - he mumbled half asleep.

  - Always! 

He shifted and I felt his hand moving the hair off my face. I felt his lips so close to my cheek... Then his phone rang. 

He put his hand on the bed, so he could get up more and reached for his phone. He had this odd red shaped tattoo on his hand. He sat on me grabbing his phone. I lied on my back, trying to wake up. To get rid of the dizziness. He sat comfortably on me, fixing his posituon while using my gello belly as a holder. In just a seconds I heard him yelling on the phone on some other language. His voice sounded familiar, till I finally looked up to him...

... It was the green haired pale and heavy tattooed Clown Prince of Crime. He proceed to talk, I didn't understand, but by the way he talked it looked like he was explaining something. His voice was low and stern. 

Don't know why but he sounded so hot. Half naked, sitting on top of me... I had sex with him least night, it finally hit me... 

He looked at me, while nodding his head, winked at me. I awkwardly smiled. He then hang up and lied on top of me. 

  - Want breakfast, fluffy?

I blinked several times staring at the celing, trying not to cry. I was both impassioned and intimidated.

"What have I involved myself into?"

*

I got out of my trans by his voice, he was asking if I was hungry.

  - You hungry, little bear?

  - Am... Maybe, why not... - I had no idea what to say. If I say 'no' he might get offended, if I say 'yes' he might have fun of me, for having too much breakfasts in my life. - Yes, maybe something light.

  - Like you?

  - Ha... - my heart skipped several beats.

  - You were my light breakfast this morning... - he growled - I am starving! - he got up of me, slapping my thigh and walked to the door. - Jump jump, cupcake, food won't drag itself! 

I covered myself with the first piece of clothing I saw and run after him. 'Being sort sucks' - I thought after running and triping in the long sheet.

He entered a huge kitchen and I slowly followed. He opened the fridge and got some stuff out. 

  - Toasts with avocado?

  - Can I have them with butter... Please?

  - Help yourself ... - he pointed at the open fridge. 

This thing was stashed for the end of the world. I picked the butter and some jam. As the toasts were ready he put 2 for me too, and prepared his. Poured himself some juice. I prepared my breakfast too and got a cup of juice as well. He led me to a huge couch on the balcony. It was around noon. There were huge curly clouds moving around the sky. My stomach was growling. This wasn't enough, I didn't had dinner, only light lunch... Then I went to the club with... 

  - Shit... My friend! Do you... - I turned towards him, he was just biting his toast, his hair was in the mashed avocado as well. - Did you... by any chance saw my friend... Last night, at the bar? 

  - Hmmh. - he mumbler while chewing and shaked his head for a 'no'. 

  - Damn... She must be worried.

  - Feel free to do what you want, after breakfast! - he said the last one with a low voice. Obviously he wasn't pleased I interrupted the feeding with myself. 

  - Excuses me! - I mumbled and finished my juice. My stomach growled again.

  - You can have more, if you want. - he said looking at the clouds, then scribed the avocado off his hair.

  - No thanks, my stomach is just... Slow with processing the food, it still thinks I am hungry... - I nervously joked. 

  - Aha... - he said still not looking at me. 

  - You have a nice place... - I tried to start a conversation.

  - I hate pointless conversations! - he cut me off. - If you want to say something, say it, otherwise pack your shit and leave! - he almost yelled, looking furiously at me. 

  - I would like to look at the clouds a little longer ... If it's possible. - I tried to calm my voice from shaking while I said this.

  - Of couse you can, they are horgeous this morning. - he got up and took the plates inside. 

I was left outside, I have no idea how long I stayed, I even cried a little bit. I was so scared and confused... 

'OMG... How did I end up here... Did he drugged me... Did he... Raped me... Will I be able to go home, will he kill me... Worse, will he claim me... '

I heard a noise from the inside, a man approached me. I was fast to wipe my tears.

  - Miss, Mr. J would like to see you now, please come with me.

  - Of course. - I left the blanket I had used to cover myself and followed the man. 

He brought me back to the big bedroom and left me inside, closing the door after me. 

  - Finally, you are here! - he was fully clothed, approaching me with open arms... - What is it fluff... What? Are you crying... Ha? - there was a madness in his eyes. - Lie to me and I will kill you! - he said putting his hand on my throat, squeezing me lightly, to show he wasn't joking.

  - I...  - he loosened his grip - I was kinda scared. - I said as fast as I could.

  - Why? - he waved both his hands. - I had breakfast with you... Were I rude?

I nod my head 'no'.

  - Use your words! - he roared at me.

  - No... You weren't rude.

  - Did I offend you?

  - No you didn't... You were actually quite nice with me.

  - So? - he frowned his non existing eyebrows.

  - Well... I guess I was mislead by the popular opinion.

  - Well... They are right! - he laughed hysterically. - Have your shit and leave! - he turned his back on me.

I quickly got dressed and grabbed my stuff. 

  - No! - he got my feather necklace, I will keep this, I like it. 

I handed it to him. He nod a gratitude and I smiled. 

  - Should I be worried?

  - Should you? - he mocked me, tilting his head. The lack of amusement in my looks turned him to being serious again. - I guess not. 

It was odd, but there was something in him, something like my favorite character, something nice in the monster.

  - I am free for breakfasts... - I said before having the chance to think it through.

'Oh my God!'

He looked back at me, and smiled lightly. Like a trapper who just spot his pray.

  - I will have you in mind!

The same man who brought me into the bedroom escorted me to a black SUV and drove me back into the city, to a deserted part. 3 blocks away I got the public transport and arrived home. It was bizarre experience, that I will probably won't forget, but that fact that I said I am free for breakfasts, was definitely gonna haunt me... This way he will definitely come for me... 

'We all know how Harley end up... This was beyond ridiculous... Why I said this... Why I am so stupid... Why I need to save them all... He is a monster... Silly me!' 

I hit my head with my palm. And sat down on the small bed. I cried for a while longer and then took a shower. After this all I decided to call my friend. The bitch didn't even realized I was gone, she thought I got bored and went home! What a nice fiends I have indeed.

Two weeks later I went to the bank to beg for another loan. While waiting I thought of him. Oddly but I haven't had such a chill breakfast with anyone, all the men in my life were mostly unsatisfied with my looks, it was just one night stand and that's all. He didn't even remarked it. And the guy is build like a freaking God!

My loan was denied, and silly me, in a moment of need, decided to go to him... Breakfast buddy. I dressed to impress, with maroon dress, my leaf earrings that match the nickles I left with him. I was allowed in his club, which was actually a miracle, and I went mingling. Some men approached me, but when I politely said I wasn't interested they left.

' Is this the fucking Haven or something? Why aren't we aware of this? ' 

I stopped at the bar. 

  - Hey... Why are every one so polite? - I asked the bartender.

  - Mr. J doesn't like when men are disrespectful towards women.

  - Oh... Can I have a glass of red wine, Merlot please. 

The pretty blond gave me the glass, I paied a small fortune and proceed walking around. I finally saw him lying upside down on a golden couch. With lots of fluffy scarfs, these that strippers have. His shirt almost fully unbuttoned and his mind was visibly somewhere else. 

I walked around, didn't wanted to push it. I was already nervious enough. I made a small walk around the club. I approached his, obviously vip area, and since no one stopped me I went to him.

  - Hey... - nothing - Hello! - Nada, again. I sat down and turned my head a little upside down. - Hello in there. - he finally blinked.

  - Oh... Hi! - his reply was so casual, like we were friends for years and we were just talking before he went where he was.

  - Was it cool? - he frowned his 'cureently on permanent vacation' eyebrows. - Where you were. Was it cool? - I got up and stand in front of him.

He ruffled his hair and sat down. 

  - Are you hungry again? - he looked at me, he was reading me like a book. 

  - Maybe... - I smiled. 

  - Give me 5 min. - he got up and headed to another private boot with closed curtains. 

3 gunshots echoed, no one bothered, not even the music stopped. He came out. Handing the gun to the same man from previously, and getting a towel of him. He wiped his hands, and got a jacket. 

  - Shall we! - he pointed me the direction we were supposed to walk. 

  - Was this blood on your hands?

  - Do you really want to know? - he hissed in my ear.

  - I have... I get sick of the sight of blood.

  - Then don't... - he was obviously pisses but calmed himself breathing in and out several times. - Yes it was. Any more questions?

  - I don't wanna see this! - I walked faster ahead of him.

  - This wasn't a question! - he yelled after me laughing.

  - I regret my first question! 

  - Why are you dressed like a prostitute?

  - I am not... - I protested.

  - Really? - he raised his non existing eyebrow again.

  - OK, I might be just a little bit.. - he laughed - How you do this... Like moving only one eyebrow?

  - If you are a good girl, Daddy will show you!

  - Awwww... - I squealed, we both laughed. 

We exit the club by a secret exit or something like it. We sat in a black SUV and the driver started the car.

  - So ... - he leaned closer - You didn't answered my question.

  - Which one? - I blushed. I expected inappropriate question or sex related suggestion.

  - Why are you dressed like this? You are not a girl like this...

  - I needed to get in, and why do you think I am not... A girl like this?

  - You blush! Sluts, hookers and other nasty women don't blush.

  - OK, I agree here. - I laughed.

We spend the ride in silence. He drove me to the same place out of town. He exit the car and held his hand for me to exit as well. 

  - I have some things to do... You remember where the kitchen is. Eat as you please and as much as you want. - he waved at me.

  - What will you do... - while I was asking I saw the man nod a 'no' but I couldn't shut up in time. 

The Joker turned back at me. In 2 steps he was in front of me, pushed me against the car and rawred.

  - Don't ask questions that doesn't want to know the answer of... Otherwise I will show it to you... Bizarre and vivid... And bloody!

  - OK... OK! I am sorry. 

  - Get lost! - he yelled and pushes me towards the man. - Frost... - he pinched the bridge of his nose - Make sure she will eat and then led her to her bedroom. And please, explain to her, if I see her out of the room, I will rape her and break her arms, then her legs... And then, I will allow her to die. Got it! - he explained this so casually. My mind didn't had the opportunity to process all of this.

  - Yes, boss!

The man led me to the kitchen. Waited till I eat my sandwich. Although my hands were shaking. The thought of rape freaked me out. I wasn't that scared of broken bones. This was a fear my mother planted in me as a child. Almost nothing in the world freaked me this much. The man then led me to a room, it wasn't the one I was in the precious time. He unlocked the door and after pushed me in handed me the key.

  - Don't worry, little girl, you will be safe as long as you stay in. Regardless of what you hear outside stay in. If he needs you he will ask for your presence. - he then proceed closing the door. - No need to lock the door. No one else will come to you... Our punishment for any thoughts of this sort will be way worse.

  - Is this... Even possible?

  - Everything is possible with the Joker. - he closed the door. 

I was alone in the dark cold room.

I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, and suddenly it was morning already. I got up, get a shower and get dressed. In the wardrobe there were several clothes, mostly casual. I tried to check my phone, but the sugnal was blocked. Couldn't even open my damn farm game.

4 hours later someone knocked on the door and informed me I am being expected for breakfast. It was the same man as I opened the door. He led me to the kitchen and left me there. A very displeased Joker was sitting on the huge couch. The fridge door was open, there was food scattered everywhere. Some bullet wholes in the wall and the balcony glass door was broken. 

  - Come... - he said in a low tone. 

I obeyed and sat next to him. He slid a plate my direction. It was guacamole and some kids snack. I got a fish shaped one and dropped it in the sauce. It looked fun, so I laughed.

  - I think I drowned the fish! - I started laughing. No idea what was I supposed to do in general. But at the time this sounded as a good idea. He started laughing too and throw an elephant in.

  - Chill he will save it. - we both laughed. 

For the next several minutes we laughed without a particular reason, my eyes even got teary. 

I got the elephant and ate it, then the fish.

  - It is nice. I haven't tried it before and kinda expected it to taste gross.

  -  Well... Surprise! - he said, rubbing his hands in his pants.

One strand of hair was falling on his face. And I reached to fix it. He was quick to grab my hand.

  - Don't... You need a permission to do so. - he smiled wildly and let my hand go.

  - OK... Do you want to try... To drown a fish or something. 

He got a cat or a tiger and threw it in. 

  - If it's a tiger it will swim... well I believe this is more like a swamp. - he poked the cat in - That's it, we lost it...

  - Time of death?

  - Time of death... - he pretended to look at his non existing watch - Time of death, who cares! - he laughed again, this creepy laugh of his. He threw some more cats inside then he threw one in the air and catched it. - Wanna try? 

  - Oh no... I will probably choke on it and die, I am very clumsy.

  - Are you shy?

  - No... I just know my weak spots.

  - Come on I will give you an easy one. 

He threw one at me, I tried but it hit my nose and fell somewhere under the furniture. He smiled and threw another one, this time he hit my eye, I whined and the fish swam under the couch pillow. He threw another one I caught it but when I tilted my head down it fell off my mouth.

  - Mmmhmm - he growled twitching his face. - You are a hopeless case. He got up and threw the package in the table.

  - Told you.

  - Here! - he got a fish out and squeezed my cheeks, shoving it in. - Now close your damn mouth and chew! - he ordered and I obayed.

  - Yay! - I raised my hands in the air. 

  - Yeah, finally... - he said obviously annoyed. - What are you doing?

  - Looking for the fallen ones. - I said while moving the pillows.

  - Leave them, there is a person who cleans here!

  - Well I... 

  - You what? - he yelled.

  - I prefer to clean after the mess I made myself. - I said already regretting the words that came out my mouth.

He looked at me and nod his head.

  - You have 10min. 

For the short time I got, I managed to find all of the escapies. Even ate the stuck in guacamole ones. I got it in the fridge and finally closed the door. Although half of the stuff were melted, maybe some were went bad already, since I had no idea how long the door stayed open. We spend like solid hour and something "breakfasting". As I was done I followed him in his room, he took a shower and we went to bed. He positioned me on my stomach and lyed his head on my shoulder. Till I decide to weather joke about being a pillow or not he was already sleeping.

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[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

So apparently Richie is like a modern e-boy but can you write a fic where both he and Eddie are like soft boys?

Oh dang, anon! A modern!AU coming your way!

Warnings: mentions of drug use, Sonia’s great parenting

Send quote or prompt and I’ll write a fic

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As soon as he hears what and E-Boy is, Richie is quick to change his style, getting rid of his black jeans and graphic tees (obviously keeping his band tees). Richie had given up smoking years ago and he was glad he did, he’s much better than he was back in high school. Richie had refused to try vaping from Bev or take any more weed. He wanted to be clean, even if that meant going cold turkey on the things that gave him comfort and especially the potential lung cancer.

Swapping his emo look for a more colourful look isn’t easy, living for the dark colours and the eyeliner. It comforts him. 

It isn’t like he’s going completely soft, he still listens to his AC/DC and Guns n Roses CDs. Plus his My Chemical Romance and Nirvana CDs. It’s just the outside look that’s changing, maybe this way he can actually make some friends at college! Instead of shying away in his dorm room every night and day.

*

That’s just what he does. He sits down beside some boy (around his age) that he’s seen talking to his best friends, Stan and Bill. “Hi, Eddie right?” Richie asks the shorter brunette in a pastel pink polo shirt and jeans.

“Yeah, Richie?” Eddie asks, Richie nods and throws his backpack his feet and sits beside the other boy. “What’s with the new getup?”

“I was being labelled as an E-Boy tiktoker but I’m not so I opted for a change,” Richie explains.

“I kinda miss the grunge look.” Richie feels his cheeks heat up a little and hopes that his blush isn’t obvious. “But I’m really digging this, it’s hot.” 

Is he seriously outwardly flirting with me? Richie thinks, no, that can’t be.

There isn’t the slightest possibility that Eddie is attracted to the ‘new’ look. He has to just be complimenting him on the new style, Eddie is an obviously straight man, right? He has his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so he has to be straight, or at least Bi! Right?! RIGHT?!

Richie doesn’t focus on the lecture but on his panicking thoughts, completely overthinking the interaction only seconds before. He starts to tap his foot to the rhythm of ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ Thinking of just leaving the lecture hall and potentially throwing up from the panic, or maybe the gay panic as some memes say. 

Maybe changing from an E-boy to a Soft boy was just a huge mistake! He can still be an E-boy without the cancer sticks, right? But he doesn’t want to be an E-boy or an Emo anymore, he wants to be the old Richie who wore shitty Hawaiian shirts day in day out. 

The one that cracked jokes about mom’s and his dick. 

The one that got straight A’s and helped out at the dentist that his dad owned.

Richie wishes that the times were different, back before the bullying drove him away to a state over and took up smoking and marijuana. Sure he met Bev but she wasn’t the same as Bill or Stan, he missed those lunatics. Well, that was until he found out that he was going to NYU with them.

With that being said, Richie pushes himself out of the seat and towards the exit, almost throwing up in the process. 

*

Once he manages to get up to his dorm room, he immediately throws up in the ensuite bathroom since Stan basically forced the three of them to get a large suite with an ensuite didn’t want to share a bathroom with anyone. It is more expensive but the suite allowed for a third person and they immediately said ‘Bill’.

“Oh sorry ‘ill, didn’ see ya dere,” Richie says with mouthful emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out from his mouth.

“You feeling okay Rich?” Bill asks, Richie throws up a finger to tell Bill to wait as he spits out the toothpaste that was accumulating as he brushed.

“Uh no. I think Eddie flirted with me.” Bill cocks an eyebrow in confusion before starting to laugh. “What’s funny Big Bill?”

“It’s so obvious he’s straight and you’re reading too much into it because you haven’t had a boyfriend in, - wait, you’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Yes, thank you so much for pointing it out! I’m a 19-year-old virgin, I get it!” 

Richie huffs and sits down on his bed. Maybe Bill’s right. Maybe he is overthinking the interaction just because he’s desperate for someone to like him. That has to be the simplest explanation. 

He just sits there for 5 minutes, thinking, thinking about Eddie, thinking about himself. Sure Eddie is cute, they’ve never spoken a word before today but he had seen Eddie around campus and in the common area of their dorm. Not to mention in a couple of classes and seeing him talk to Bill and/or Stan. This crush starts to build more and more but Eddie has a girlfriend that Bill swears looks like Eddie’s mum. 

“Richie, I feel your panic vibes. What is it now?”

“I’m going to talk to Eddie.”

Bill sits at his desk dumbfounded, watching Richie get up from his bed and rush towards the door, but he’s unsure if he should be stopping Richie or not. The thought of Richie getting his hopes up and getting hurt… it isn’t what he wants.

****

As he walks towards Eddie’s dorm room (he mentally thanks Stan’s loud mouth), he thinks about what ‘soft boys’ do. If E-Boys, wear dark colours, smoke/vape, basically be emo; then what do soft boys do? Maybe be sweet, gentlemen-like? Richie doesn’t know, all he knows is emo. He worships the colour black and the whole My Chemical Romance movement. He loves heavy metal and the 70s and 80s music, well era in general. 

He makes note that most of his old clothes, yes were ‘soft boy’ shit but were also vintage, like what his dad wore during the 70s and 80s. Is there such a thing as a vintage boy? Richie thinks, probably not.

Richie finally makes it to Eddie’s dorm room and he knocks lightly hoping that it is loud enough for the short brunette to hear.

“Richie? What are you doing here?” Eddie asks as he opens his door and Richie immediately found the floor interesting, keeping his vision locked onto the wooden strips.

“I uh - I just wanted to apologise for running out of the lecture like that,” Richie explains. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he did feel guilty for running out like that but the crush on the boy in front of him overpowered his senses, causing him to start an anxiety attack.

“I think I know why.” Richie snaps his head up, locking his eyes with Eddie’s, he feels his eyelids pull open as far as they can go. What is happening?

“Uh? How? What?” Richie starts to stammer on his wording not sure how to form a sentence. After 19 years, he has finally been made to shut up without being “beeped” or told to shut up; this is completely voluntary.

“I too have had a crush on you. You’re kinda hard to not notice in all that black. As much as I love the change, you’re such a hot emo.” 

Richie can’t believe what he’s hearing, he’s practically jumping for joy, but he’s kicked back to his senses when he sees a photo on the wall. It’s Eddie and his girlfriend at some fancy college event. “But don’t you have a girlfriend?” 

“No, she’s just a friend but she’s kinda obsessed with me and won’t let me be my true gay self.”

“So that’s why Bill’s so adamant on you being straight.” It all makes sense now, no wonder why Eddie cringes when the girl loops her arm around his waist or when she tries to kiss him, he pulls away. 

“Yeah, everyone thinks that. Myra just has my ma’s way of thinking. ‘Those homosexuals have aids Eddie-bear, they’ll infect those with weak immune systems’.” Richie starts to laugh. “She was the worst, tried to make me go to a community college and then she forced me to date, Myra because I told her I was gay.”

“Sounds like the absolute worst.”

Eddie nods and sits on his bed and signals for Richie to join him. Richie shyly walks towards the bed, sitting down awkwardly an arm’s length away from Eddie. The boy beside him gives him a look and he scoots closer to him, his long lanky legs outstretched in front of him. 

It’s an awkward silence, the two boys sit in silence facing the opposite wall. Richie needs to make a move, Eddie made the first one back in that lecture hall, so he needs to think of something and fast.

Richie scoots a little closer so that their hips are basically touching, his arm goes around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’ve had a crush on you as well.” Richie swears he hears Eddie’s breathing hitch. Thinking he made a mistake, he pulls away but Eddie holds him back.

“You know the ‘soft-boy persona won’t suit you,” Eddie says. “It means you act all sweet but really you’re a fuck boy. Just from meeting you today and from what Bill and Stan have told me about you, you’re too sweet to be an asshole.”

“So you prefer my emo look?”

“Did you change for me?!” 

Richie laughs and shakes his head. “God! If I did someone needed to shoot me. No, I found this.” Richie points to his Hawaiian shirt. “Back at home and decided to dress like I used to. Band tees are still part of that, but I’m going back to the old Richie.”

Eddie smiles and looks up at Richie. “Tell me, what does the old Richie entail, and what made you say goodbye to the new Richie?”

So Richie tells him about his childhood, the bullying, the ‘mom’ jokes, the fact that he was a repressed gay geek that was more often than not seen at the arcade playing Street Fighter. He was a happy kid who chilled in his bright Hawaiian shirts (that were 3 sizes too big) and matching undershirts often paired with shorts or jeans. His coke bottle glasses always falling down the bridge of his nose. 

Life was simpler back then.

He further explained that when he was finally driven out of the town and to a state over, he met Beverly who was a complete and utter badass. She was the one that introduced him to more music than just Nirvana, Led Zepplin, Guns n Roses, AC/DC and Queen. Richie’s music taste developed tremendously, so his clothing palate became dark. 

She opened his eyes to the beauty of weed and tobacco, not to mention beer. She was his first and only friend at his new school, a real beauty, the only one that knew his secret other than Stan and Bill. 

It wasn’t until junior year that he realised that smoking was a cancer stick, sure he knew beforehand but he didn’t want to waste his life away. So by the time that vaping became a thing at the end of senior year, he had fully quit and was offered a puff from Bev’s Juul and Richie refused. 

****

“Wow. Didn’t pin you as a smoker,” Eddie says after 5 minutes of letting everything sink in.

“Please don’t hate me, I know you’re a health nut,” Richie says.

“I could never. I’m glad you stopped.”

Richie smiles to himself but dragging out a thought if he didn’t actually stop smoking. Would Eddie have turned the other way and refused to talk to him? Richie doesn’t want to be thinking about that but the thought continues circles around his head.

He can feel another anxiety attack coming on but he can’t excuse himself because then the boy that’s hugging him will know that something is wrong. Richie tries to relax and push the negative thoughts away. 

The two fell into another awkward silence unsure of where to go from there, but the ball is now in Eddie’s court. “So Eds, tell me more about you. I just told you how I have always been a secret softie,” Richie says.

That opens a flood gate of all possible topics to tell Richie so he stays on the topic of how his mother made him into a hypochondriac and made him into a repressed gay. 

*

Needless to say, Richie is starting to get weirded out by the fact that he’s in Eddie’s dorm room hugging or really cuddling the smaller boy and the two of them acknowledging that they have a crush on one another but saying nothing about it.

Richie doesn’t want to say anything in case Eddie isn’t - 

“Rich, what are we doing?” Eddie asks. “We’ve been sitting here for an hour.”

“Well, do you want this to be a date or just a couple of friends hanging out?” Richie prompts.

“I don’t know.”

“If you want to figure things out beforehand -” Richie’s cut off by Eddie’s lips. It’s over as quick as it began, not giving Richie the time to react.

“I’m ready to be my true self. If you can do it, I can.” Eddie smiles. “Wanna come down to the admin office, I have a major to change.”

“Going badass on me now?”

Eddie smirks and kisses Richie again, this time Richie’s prepared and immediately kisses him back. 

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[inexchangeforyoursoul]

Hello, hello, here’s my piece for the Halloween minibang organized in courtesy of the Chicken Tendies and Bacon Bits DabiHawks server~ and have the link to a more sensible reading experience (as t gets rid of formatting, too, and I’m lazy to put it all back in, at least for now): ao3

I was paired up with pineapple hair boy (dunno his url still rip) and our promt was haunted maze! \o/ I kinda included the other two we were gunning for, devil deal and ghost stories, so... multitasking, yo. Also put in my suggested fog, because as time passed, I realized how good it was even though I just put something into the box lmao

I’ll link pineapple’s accompanying piece as soon as they’re done with it, right here, in this line!! AND HERE IT IS!!!  👀

(Some of you may note... that I was supposed to be the artist. Well, it’s a long story, and likely on me tbh; I spent p much the entire week working on my piece, but I also started writing this one, and suggested doubling down on content, but unfortunately timetables are evil, and pineapple got mobbed enough as to likely run out of time if he also wanted to finish writing, so, um... yeah. This is not to say that we won’t do our original project, though, so stay tuned for the bonus round, hopefully soon! \[T]/)

(... also, I may or may not be considering to make this a full story, so there’s that)

Keigo trips for what feels like the millionth time on this way through the undergrowth- by day, the manor labyrinth is fairly easy to navigate, the kids frequenting it has kept it threadable. Nobody has legitimately tended to it for years, though. Or rather a decade, actually, it’s been a while he was here. Honestly, who cares, because--- oh, for fuck’s sake, more rose or blackberry or whatever vines to untangle his legs from. Great. Just… great.

He squints at his watch; still on time. Catching his breath after getting free surprisingly fast this time around, he takes a look at his surroundings. Not that he sees much, bear you. It’s near midnight and pitch dark. To top it off, the thick-ass fog often present, source: right damn here, has also crept into town. In fact, this is the worst it has gotten this year yet. There’s also barely anything he can hear from the dying-off autumn festival two streets and half an estate over.

It’s only him, his phone's flashlight, and the camera around his neck that also keeps getting caught in shit. That, and his own breathing that's getting his lungs numb from all the cool, wet air they are being exposed to.

Fooling around for so long has made him feel… antsy. Just a bit. The fact that his goal, that is to say the family crypt of the moneybags who used to live here is so close doesn’t help, either.

The entire plot is the stuff of local legends. The mansion is-was infamous for its… flammability, so to speak. Every few years, at least one room got totalled. Some believed that the last master had been a pyromaniac, up till the umpteenth house fire snuffed his line, and himself at the age of 60-something, out for good. But old folk said that the building had been ablaze just as frequently before his time- and truth to be told, there had been two more fires ever since, although those could have been the aforementioned kids or the occasional squatter. Two fires in about ten years is pretty normal in an abandoned place like this.

A few of those old people said the mansion had been built on hallowed grounds in their parents’ time, and the fires were punishment for disturbing the church ruins and the dead it used to house. Even fewer said the church must have been built on the very gates of hell and the ruins had kept the flames at bay.

And old geezer Giran in particular said that you could see the devil himself on the night when spirits roam free, around where the isolated belfry’s foundation stands still with walls crumbling- the place around which the crypts were erected on top of upturned graves. To be frank, the dude himself looked as if he escaped from hell, so what better myths to bust as an aspiring photographer? And even if the devil won't drag his ass outside, this will still make one hella Halloween photoshoot. He has loads of candles and some lampions in a backpack to get the mood right as well.

If anything remotely threatening pops up, though, like a mean stray dog… or a horde of drunk homeless, he's so ready to run for the hills, you have no idea.

He’s pricking his ears good as he closes in on the center of the once-upon large cemetery. One has to acknowledge the effort those rich bastards put into this dumb maze layout just to hide their own dead. It’s as if they feared a zombie apocalypse and concluded that they wouldn’t be able to get out if the hedges grow in a pattern, like, seriously. Then again, if the ‘horde of drunk homeless’ situation comes true, it will feel and work just the same, so who’s he to judge.

The scenery, too, is something to behold still. The entire area is surprisingly… not very foggy. One can see just as far as there is anything relevant to see, nothing more, nothing less. The waning moon even came out to play for a bit, shedding some decent light on his surroundings.

What catches his attention is not the excellent lighting to make photos, though, but rather someone sitting on the ruins of the old belfry, right under where the plump planet is working her magic.

He checks the display of his watch again- two past midnight. He’s late. Well, bummer… maybe next time.

That… guy, though? He doesn't look like any devil he knows of, but rather a human figure. One he also doesn't know of, actually. Which is remotely more interesting than Satan himself, because… that’s a goth silhouette if he’s ever seen one, and he’s seen all in town. All three of them.

They are a chill bunch, so he figures he might as well go up to this one. May be an acquaintance of Tokoyami and company’s who was also told about this spooky deal.

"Hey. Have you seen the midnight devil, or did he not get the memo this year?" He lifts a hand over his eyes to let him have a clearer look.

Just the way the other looks over to him, even while slouching quite a bit, is in a manner that’s nothing bar… uh… majestic, should be the word? Sublime? Yeah. That's peak cinematography. He’s… a bit at a loss of words here, because? People have waxed lyrical about the positively blessed relationship between him and sunlight, but this guy?? Has legitimately the most beautiful pair of eyes ever, period???

Before he could get too entranced by the sight of the sky blue pins of the overshadowed figure sitting between a moonlit sky and milky deep sea of mist, he notices that said eyes skim over him. Slowly, creeping down, and then up. Um…

Did… did he just check him out?

A hardly concealed grin can be heard out of his voice as he speaks up. “Hey there, angel."

… that's a yes.

This… coming from someone with eyes and a voice like… that, is actually… hm.

Like, look… he’s been looking forward college to maybe…  find someone he genuinely clicks with. But he has been through this immediate infatuation thing a hundred times already… and knows from experience that falling for mere potential is a grave mistake. What even are the chances that he’ll be the one? Put the aesthetic boner away and think rationally, Keigo. You don’t even know his name.

However, if, and IF he plays his cards well and this is not a total asshole… he could get both a photoshoot and a phone number out of this endeavor, which sounds like an excellent deal.

“Straight to the point, eh?” he acknowledges with a grin that's almost genuine. “Witching hour stuff aside, I don’t think I’ve seen you around…? A friend of Tokoyami’s?”

The other hops off the wall as he’s talking, stirring up some fog. Keigo could swear to hear absolutely nothing upon him hitting the ground. Must be the grass, but still, confirmed for cat. Not having to deal with the moon’s flare, he can now also tell that he’s about as old as expected.

The young man pauses to think for just a second before walking up to him. Nonchalance and weariness mingle in his steps.

“No, but I think I do know who you’re talking about. The kid with the raven.”

“Oh? Yeah, that’s him. Just visiting, then?” So he’s somewhat familiar with the area. Huh… how in hell did he never notice someone so obvious? Maybe he should come out here more often.

Also, is it just him, or did it get really cold all of a sudden?

“Him and his friends spend a lot of time here, I know enough. And yeah, something like that.”

As he stops in front of Keigo, an odd sensation trickles down his spinal cord, raising every hair on his nape. He’s had this once or twice when watching a legitimately good horror movie or catching a glimpse of an especially beautiful scene, or at least something very similar. It’s just the cold and being out in the middle of nowhere with a handsome stranger this time (which is kind of a combination of both), but still.

… this is not the time to be thinking ‘but what if he’s a serial killer and you are stuck out here with him alone’, brain. Thanks.

“Family business, gotcha.”

He’s onto something, because a certainly troubled look flashes over the hot--- the goth’s face as he reaches up to his own nape to rub away at it. “... yeah. That.”

The train of thought is seemingly swept out of the way after short consideration and his attention returns to Keigo. His neutral staring face is actually a little unnerving, no lie. “What about you, coming out here? Didn't quite catch what you first said.” He eyes him in a way similar to when he was sitting up on the wall, as if measuring him up.

“Oh, I wanted to take some photos,” Keigo starts, lifting the camera and the first candle he can grab from the bag, swinging it playfully around a few times with a smile to mask the nerve building up inside. “I figured it would be a nice opportunity even if the hearsay tale of the ~devil~ coming out at midnight was total humbug. This place is very atmospheric.”

What he says rouses a chuckle from the other. “Oh, so I wasn't imagining things. Been a while since I last heard that one.”

For someone deadpan he really has a cute smile. We are on a schedule here, but please never stop?

Keigo presses the tip of the candle into his cheek in contemplation, trying to steer his thoughts back on topic. “You mean, that local legend thing? I heard about it fairly recently… from the most suspect old dude." He rolls back and forth on his heels, watching out for reactions; "Giran, if the name is telling. But asking other old folks made them ring a bell, too, so I guess I was just ignorant.”

The other raises an eyebrow in amusement as the fading smile pulls into a smirk. "Maybe you are, a little bit."

Oh, come on. "Nobody is born cool, wise, or a folklore expert, okay…?" He pouts.

"I could already tell you were born without a trace of those things, alright."

"..."

He just said that. Looking him dead in the eyes.

Wow.

Dude's lucky his smile is cute, because that was so uncalled for and he's way too proud of himself. Sheesh. Anyway…

"Said the one who wouldn’t know manners if they hit him in the face…” He sighs. "Before we go down the name calling path, though… I’m Keigo." This was getting a little awkward without throwing it in, although he doubts the cocky asshole deserves it.

“Touya. My pleasure.”

Keigo hums as he moves to rummage through his stuff for the lighter he definitely threw in the bag before setting off. That’s not a very common name, but… “I think I’ve heard of you before…? Beats me where, though.” He’s pretty sure the conversation happened years ago by the crypt here, though.

Everything he says seems to amuse the other to no end. “It’s probably for the best. You seem like the type to run for the hills.”

Keigo gives him the side eye; being right aside, the hell is that supposed to mean…? And he’s so smug about it, too. About everything, really.

And no, it really wasn’t a line even remotely connected to serial killers, shut up, brain.

“Cryptic, are we?” he sighs, lighting the candle with a flickering click at last. The gentle flame sheds some dim, fog-broken light onto Touya’s face, and Keigo hates himself for being charmed by what he sees once more. That pale skin looks too perfect to be true… should feel like silk under one’s touch. If he ever gets a proper close-up look, he swears he’ll get a heart attack.

Touya blinks once, resetting his expression to nearly a default. “It's the two of us in a haunted, abandoned graveyard, inside a fog ridden maze, on the night after the 31st of October. You are basically begging to wind up dead. Coming off as cryptic and creepy as possible right now is elementary, angel.”

He… he legitimately can’t argue with that. The guy's almost as good at this as the bird kid is. “... touché.”

Stunned for words, he places his candle where planned instead. It's so stupid, but makes… so much sense. Is this why they all are like… that?

As he moves on like that without a word, Touya seems to get weirded out himself. "... You okay there?"

"I just had… an epiphany." He says, putting the first lampion with pinpoint precision. This guy just accidentally revealed some kind of arcane goth knowledge too advanced for him to begin to understand and doesn't even know it.

Touya heaves a deep sigh. "... you obviously got the wrong one out of that, but congratulations nonetheless."

“Maybe? I have not the foggiest what you were trying to imply.” He’s not that thick, but the dude’s being ~cryptic~ or whatever, and he’s not in the mood to write an essay on what edgy goths mean by what they say.

“Ah… figure that's why it's so clear out here this year… all the mist from the glade must have relocated to your head.” concluding that, Touya’s eyebrows pull closer upon seeing whatever else the blonde pulls out from his backpack while shooting a glare in his direction. “… what are those for?”

Keigo considers not answering at all, but decides against it. Being the bigger person by default is such a chore sometimes, but… “There’s some decent moonlight to work with, but these umbrellas help me get the little extra I need right where I want it. See?” With that, he turns the flashlight on and blinds the other with the sudden brightness.

“Ow, seriously?! I haven’t seen daylight in decades, turn that shit off…!”

… but, he can multitask and still be an asshole while answering the question. And laugh at the reaction, then laugh some more the decades comment as the other rubs his eyes, because he positively has the looks of a display-tanned indoor hermit. A hermit who is having a bad time.

“Wanna help, or would you rather brood somewhere the umbrellas won’t be able to reach you?”

A mechanical click can be heard in the distance; now that there’s no music playing in the streets, the bad (and always slightly ahead of time) clocktower bell can be heard signalling quarter past midnight. This seems to catch Touya’s attention and remind him of something as he stares into a nondescript spot for a while. At the very least, Keigo is certain he’s not thinking about the question that slipped out and which he will regret- if he says no, it’s gonna be the disappointment… if yes, then it’s because of all the things that will definitely go wrong.

“... well, it’s not as if I had no time to kill,” comes the apathetic answer a few seconds later, although the wrinkling eyebrows are telling of his misgivings regarding the idea.

“...”

Now, hold on… hold on, he may have an even worse idea that he’s definitely going to regret…

Keigo taps his pointing fingers against the camera anxiously. “Actually… say, what would it take for youuu… to be my model tonight?” He takes out his best puppy eyes as he looks over to him with the tiniest smile, blinking slowly.

It’s as if Touya had another light induced migraine immediately. He looks almost disgusted, which… is hilarious. “For that I'll take both your life savings and your soul.”

Keigo stifles both a giggle and a sigh at that, resulting in somewhat of a snort. He must be put off by those umbrellas quite a bit. "Really…? If that’s all, fine by me."

The answer brings back Touya to a much more reserved, if not vaguely sceptical stance. “You… sure are ready to jump the gun for that, huh.”

"Well I, too, am asking a bit much of you out of nowhere, aren’t I?” He asks, shrugging. “I figured it was worth asking, at the very least… you fit the mood a little too perfectly, one doesn’t get an opportunity like this every day. If all it takes is my birdie bank, that’s fine by me. … We can also talk about the soul part later if you want to.” It takes him every ounce of self restraint not to throw in a wink at the end.

“...” Touya stares in contemplation before taking a deep sigh and scratching his head. "Fine. I guess it’s going to be much less bothersome than posing for hours to have a portrait painted."

Keigo’s ears perk up at that. Like, a lot. "Y---you… there's a portrait?!"

Whaaa?!? A professional-ass painting, of him?? And, even more importantly, where?!?

"... I know what you're thinking of, and no, I have not the slightest idea. Who knows, maybe it even burned along with---" he cuts himself off right there. For the first time that night, he seems upset, or rather angry; whichever it may be is the strongest emotion the blonde has seen him display in these past minutes, affecting even him quite a bit. His hairs stand alert once more--- but the sentiment goes as it came, along with Touya’s stifled ire.

"... never mind. Let’s just… get on with this."

"..." He figures that being nosy would be straight-down rude, having just met and already asking for quite a bit… so he lets it slide as if nothing happened.

Keigo turns around to the lampion that he placed before the convo started.

Huh… that’s weird.

He doesn’t remember lighting it.

Overall, Touya seems to pay quite a bit of attention to what he's doing, visibly taking mental notes of the processes he goes through. First, it's a little embarrassing to be watched so closely, but eventually Keigo gets used to it and just does his thing. He soon finds himself in the zone, in fact. Hell knows how much time goes by as he keeps clicking away, barely even instructing, but rather just basking in whatever the other does, giving the okay to everything. He’s not even bothered by the bone cutting cold that’s now heightened by a breeze, because Touya seems to be a natural, and by god, does his presence do things to him. He’s had phases of architecture, mixed media with cutouts and shadow play, birds, and abandoned places, but this… this must be what finding a muse feels like.

When he's looking for the misplaced lighter for the hundredth time again, it's already shoved into his face.

"You should just keep this in your pocket, angel."

"Ah, thanks." He takes it, then turns to Touya sheepishly while pulling his jacket tighter as the light wind blows especially cold air down his collar. "I've been… stupidly quiet for a while. It must be really awkward, uh… am I really not bothering you?"

"It's fine. I like having the company."

Maybe his voice is softer than before… or maybe he’s just imagining things.

“I, uh--- same.” Keigo feels blood creeping to his face, so he quickly moves on; “I have enough of these candles left for like about one more location. Any ideas?”

It takes Touya only a second of consideration before he nods towards the belfry ruins.

He flashes a smile; “Gotcha.”

In barely 10 more minutes, Keigo is speeding through the hundreds (whoops?) of photos he’s taken, walking circles around the ruin. His breath hitches over the one where Touya looked directly into the camera right by the wall. He’s gonna frameit and putitonhiswardrobedoor andmmmakeit his ppphone wallpaper---

He can hear a chuckle behind him, and remembers that whoopsie daisy, he’s not alone. “You're pleased as punch over a few pictures… It’s adorable.”

Keigo gets red to the eartips this time around, realizing that he’s got that goofy-ass smile Rumi keeps teasing him for. Unfortunately for him, once it gets pointed out… it always sticks. “I’tsjustthat---…!! I… didn’t think I’d get such nice photos at all? Moody scenery is nice and easier to sell, but I prefer lived-in spaces and models, anything that feels alive. Especially when they’re so pret...ty. Patient.”

Someone kill him.

“...”

The thin eyebrows twitch the smallest amount and for a torturous, silent pause Keigo wishes for some kind of deity to strike him down and grant a merciful, immediate death.

“I suppose I’ve had a few years to put some patience practice under the belt.”

He fights the urge to run away crying. There’s no way anybody exists who wouldn’t see right through that… at least he gets to see that cute smile once more.

He forces one on, too. “... I can tell.”

The wind starts picking up, distracting the other. Touya takes a look up to the moon, which has made quite some progress on its route since they’ve been there. Then there’s three clicks echoing through the night, signalling that it’s nearing 1 a.m. “Well… you were babbling about showing me, too, so you better hurry. I don’t have much time left.”

Keigo snaps out of the shameful frustration only to be legitimately ashamed. “Oh… sorry, I… hadn’t even considered that you had other business tonight.” Shit. He just assumed he had all night, but Touya was just humoring him until he had other business.

The other shakes his head. “It’s no issue, just get your fidgety ass over here already.”

As he makes his way over to him, Keigo feels something grab onto his leg and the familiar itch of thorns scratching up skin through his jeans.

Fucking vines again.

He should have expected this, shouldn't he. As he stumbles forward, he sighs in immediate acceptance.

He would have never expected being caught, though.

Nor Touya’s hands being as cold as a frozen piece of meat that can be felt even through his jumper and jacket. His touch sends shivers down his spine, freezing him in surprise first; if the strap didn’t get caught around his arm, the camera would hit the ground as his hand loses its hold on it.

What he’s definitely not ready for, however, is the arctic chill radiating from every inch of Touya’s, the same icy presence that he’s been feeling ever since… since he got close.

The thing that makes him break into cold sweat and brings even the blood in his veins to a halt, however, is the pair of forget-me-nots staring into his soul from mere inches.

Those beautiful, blue eyes, that… that are glassy and clouded and definitely not… human.

His lips part, but the scream dies off in his throat.

The realization flashing in his eyes draws a lenient, gentle smile onto the pale face. “You’re slow, angel.”

Keigo's paralyzed in what he can only guess is sheer terror, his body's last resort in hopes that the threat will just leave if it's not interesting enough to investigate. His mind, however, is racing and panicked as his inevitable end leans in for the kill.

Fuck.

Fuck, he's… dead.

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead---

He’s dead.

At least, that’s what he remembers thinking before passing the fuck out… not knowing who exactly he was referring to anymore. Because he feels positively not alive when waking up on the belfry’s cold ground, on the patch of concrete that lay behind where the catafalque used to be, surrounded by what remained of the candles and lampions he had brought along, and some of the flowers that people decorate graves with.

The spot where everyone suspected a former hidden path… or another grave.

He turns around, because now he remembers where he last saw the name Touya- it’s barely legible, but there it is, crudely chiselled into the stone right above the grey ground.

At first he supposes that the cold, empty feeling that seeps through his entire being must be the nasty cold and pneumonia he gets after the deed. As the days go by, however… the shivers and cold sensation persist and his dreams are plagued by endless mazes, fires, and haunting, blue eyes all the time.

His second guess for the cause of it is lingering fear: on the camera, he finds creepy photos of himself lying in the grave once he gets better. When going through them all, he considers to delete the ones he took of the other or use them for digging, (there’s no fucking way he actually hung out with a ghost, is there?) but… they all pop up as vaguely distorted landscapes, with light spots where a pair of eyes may or may not be.

Having stared blankly for like an hour at the one he really liked back then, he throws the camera into the corner of his armchair and doesn’t touch it for weeks.

This carries on through winter, in spring, and he's convinced of how badly he fucked up when even in the suffocating summer heat he feels the veil of an icy embrace.

Once leaves start catching rust again, the chill makes his bones ache, much like they did after the encounter. And it only gets stronger by the day. He hasn't shown the pictures, developed or otherwise, to anyone. Somewhere down the line he figured… that he should just give him the photos and trade them back for his soul, because hell if that dementor did not help himself to it right along with the kiss he definitely got but doesn’t remember. Trauma alone cannot possibly cause this.

It's midnight again. This time, he's already there, waiting for the toll of the distant church bell they had fixed and reset sometime in spring. The autumn fog is as thick as ever.

His grip tightens on the envelope; deals like this are notoriously hard to break or undo. Hell, the guy agreed to have the photos taken, creating a nice little loophole. Whether he printed them, deleted them all or whatever might be a moot point.

… no. No, he can't start thinking about this right now, if he comes he'll get this thing annulled, get his damn soul back---

As the last gong dies off in the night, a pair of lean arms slink around his aching chest and pull him against a body so cold it's scalding his skin.

"Hello again, angel," greets the voice, sounding a hundred times sweeter than he remembers.

…

Or maybe… he'll just let him keep it forever.

#DabiHawks #dabi #Takami Keigo #ctabb halloween bang 2019 #toukei #hawks #bnha fic #Kate writes

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Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 2

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

Notes (I guess): I am equally in love and in deep hate with some (a lot) of what’s going on in here, and I am terribly, terribly sorry. And also there are some characters I wanted to explore a bit further than what had been in this part, but... I’m working on it. Give it a bit and I’ll get there. Again, credit to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for screaming at me to write this, and to @whatwashernameagain for Keep Him Safe, and also a tiny tiny lil bit to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their general support and for being such great sports about me annoying them with my ideas... (oops).

(I’m trying to find a way to write my notes, so bear with me until I find a way to… it might take a hot minute.)

(KHS) Tag List (sort of): @em-be-lievable, @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2, @adoratato, @supremestoverlord, @royallyanxious, @madly-handsome, @hanramz-the-fander, @the-incedible-sulk, @poisonedapples, @virge-of-a-breakdown, @winglessnymph, @princeanxious, @smokeyrutilequartz, @im-bad-at-life (if any of you could tag the rest, please do! I’m improving my memory from day to day, but… yeah…)

Tag list: @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter in particular includes some very heavy misgendering and deadnaming (if you get what I’m saying). Please be careful.

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Science of Living Systems 20 actually wasn't as bad as Remy thought it would be. It was rather cool, actually.

Well, at least he hoped it was.

The head of the department was… an interesting individual. Remy met with him during the application process. The man insisted on calling him "Miss Harris" and speaking to and about him in girl pronouns, and Remy understood why.

For some reason, though, Remy expected all the professors to be like that. And not such was the case.

"Rebecca Harris, I want to see you later in my office."

Doctor Gilliam was in his late thirties, called everyone by their first and last names, thought that being single was hilarious, made really bad puns in his lectures (though Remy heard, not as much outside of them), and tried his best to be "hip with the kids". It was worrying, to say the least. And… yeah, Remy was slightly terrified.

"I'm kind of worried, kid," Gilliam said the moment Remy walked in. "You don't look too-"

"Excuse me, Doctor, but I don't know what this is about."

"Have you heard about shadows and personae, Rebecca Harris?" Remy shook his head, terrified to say a word. "Well, it's quite an interesting concept. According to Carl Jung, you'll learn about him later, the persona is the mask you wear in the world. It's what you want others to see. The shadow is your innermost self, the parts of your identity that you wish to hide from others."

"Okay, and?"

"I think your persona might be cracking."

What… was going on?

"I'm not making sense, am I? I'm sorry. There's a lot that goes into that theory and I shouldn't confuse you this much, at least not until we get to it."

Yeah… it was weird.

"So, my point is… you can talk to me if anything is making you uncomfortable, okay?"

"Okay… I guess."

"Well, that is all," Doctor Gilliam said, fixing his glasses.

That… was weird. But okay. If that's how he wants to do things. Remy wasn't going to complain.

He was definitely better than the head of department.

—

There was a knock at the door.

Abby, their RA, was over earlier. Apparently Katherine had a bit of a scene right after class. So naturally, Remy assumed it would be Abby. No one else could be knowing on their door at ten thirty pm-

"We don't have your bunny this time. You can go."

Oh.

"Oh, no, I just…" Remy could hear that… kid? Whatever his name was, from the door. "I just need… I need someone to help me with something. And…"

"Oh. Remy can help."

"No I can't," Remy replied. "I need sleep and so do you!"

"It won't take long, I promise!"

"...fine." Remy got off the couch - the nice, comfy couch, where there was a blanket and his sols20 book - to the door. Where that kid (Emile? Emile) was looking at him with those big blue eyes and…

Yeah, Remy regretted unbinding. (Well, no. He did not. But also kind of did.)

"Hey… Rebecca, right—"

"His name is Remy."

Emile seemed shocked for a moment. Oh shit. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know. I just… I see you in most of my classes, so… never mind. So… how are you with baking?"

—

"So my sister Julie is LaVeyan—"

"Aren't we supposed to be baking cookies, babe?"

"Yeah, but… the stuff's all in the cabinets and I'm looking!"

Emile was a disaster child, Remy decided after only five minutes alone together. He brought a violin and his bunny to the kitchen in the pursuit of baking cookies - like, what even? - and he just seemed so… energetic? Happy? Whatever the word was. A couple minutes ago he was talking about the cookies, sure, but then he switched it to the importance of guided imagery, and then why Li Shang from Mulan is bisexual, and now… what was he even talking about?

"So my sister is a LaVeyan Satanist," Emile repeated himself, almost climbing on the counter to reach a cabinet. "It's kinda funny, actually. My dad's side of the family are all Catholic, and— can you put the sugar on the countertop, please? Thank you!"

"Sweetie, for the eleventh time this past ten minutes, I understand nothing you're saying."

"Am I speaking another language or something? Because if so I'm sorry!"

"No, it's just…" How does he not hurt his feelings? "It's just… you talk fast and about a lot of subjects at the same time."

"Oh. Okay. Sorry."

Maybe he thought Remy couldn't hear, but there was definitely a "this is just one of the things that are wrong about me" thrown in the air.

Emile didn't speak to him for the rest of the process. Maybe once or twice he pointed out a step or an ingredient, but overall he did not speak. At all. And then the cookies were in the oven…

And then he pulled out his violin.

"Is this really necessary?"

"I'm not talking to you."

"Emile, is it because of something I said?" Emile, still pouting (as he had been for a good hour and some now), nodded. "Well, I'm sorry. Please don't silent treatment me."

"I talk too fast and too much."

"Not what I said. I just said I can't follow you. I didn't say it's your fault. Please don't—"

Emile pretty much just ignored Remy (uhh, rude!) and positioned his violin, and started to play something… quite angrily.

After a minute and a half Remy recognized it as Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty.

After another three minutes, he dared open his mouth again. "I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean to. Do you accept my apology?"

"...fine."

It was not fine. Absolutely not.

"Thanks for the help with the cookies," he said as they separated at the top of the stairs, all one-hundred-and-ninety cookies (Emile insisted on quadrupling the recipe) safely packed in plastic boxes and hidden away. "I… I'm gonna go now."

"Emile, please." He turned around, still looking quite pissed. (It was probably the hour, Remy tried telling himself. It's already past one am. This is not good.) "Are you mad that I said I'm confused?"

"To be honest with you, yes! Yes, I'm mad. I know it wasn't your intention but I heard you say shut the fuck up when you said that. And it hurt. Very badly."

...oh.

"I'm going to forgive you, but it's going to take me a bit, so please don't be mad at me, okay?" Emile honestly looked close to tears. "Good night, Remy. I'll see you in living systems tomorrow."

And then he went to his suite, violin and bunny with him.

Remy just got himself into a huge mess.

—

It was a beautiful afternoon in Boston when Remy found himself at the rather posh Italian place his mom wanted to meet at.

Before their divorce in late 1999, just after Remy turned fifteen, his father started contacting a charity organization dedicated to help transgender youth. He educated himself. Tried to educate his wife as well. But… apparently it was the last straw for Linda. The very night he tried to even just explain that it's not her fault, that it's how he was born, she packed up her things and left.

The divorce papers came in less than two months later. The divorce was finalized in November 1999. Remy did not see her since.

(Yeah… that was a lie. He actually hasn't seen her since Christmas 2001. But that was still a very long time. Almost a year is a long time.)

"Well, at least the weather's nice." And there she was with her new boy toy. Glamorous as ever, with her stupidly huge sunglasses and her bright red (disgustingly fake, makes India's hair seem real) curly bob, looking exactly the same as she did that day Remy came out to her.

A few hours later, though. When she thought he was asleep and left the house to go to some party.

"Well, at least you're still not very nice, Linda," he said with a smirk as he sat down next to her boy toy (he actually looks kinda nice, for a forty-something year old). "But much unlike the weather, I don't think this is a thing that can change so easily."

"Where are your manners, Rebecca?"

"The same place those diamond earrings you forgot when you left us are. At home with Dad, probably watching South Park."

"Well, at least we left the girls at home." Linda took off her sunglasses and replaced them with a normal, frameless pair of glasses. "I don't believe you met Stephen before, Rebecca."

"I don't believe I've met a Rebecca before, Linda."

"Are you ready to order?"

It took about two minutes for all the orders to place (of course Stephen had to order something overly fancy, because why the fuck not) before she started yapping again.

"Rebecca, I didn't ask to see you for you to be so rude to me."

"I didn't ask to see you, period."

"What would you like to be called, then?" Stephen asked. Well…

"Remy. My name is Remy."

"Your name is—"

"My name is not Rebecca! I haven't gone by that name since I was fourteen. Dad never called me that since the day I asked him to call me Remy. You're the only one who ever insisted, how do you think it made me feel?"

"How do you think it made me feel, Rebecca?" Remy hoped no one was looking. "My own daughter. I jeopardized my own high school graduation to have you because your father was dumb enough to forget the condoms. I gave up life-long dreams just to raise you, because that retard of a father you have couldn't. Is this how you repay me?"

There was a very awkward silence, that was broken by an unfamiliar voice - deep, with a southern drawl - and a confused "Rebecca?"

India. Without her makeup, her hair pulled back.

Looking almost perfectly manly.

"Excuse me?" Linda straightened her glasses, glaring at India. Oh, how Remy did not want this to happen… "And you are?"

"Ian McGinty, ma'am. I'm her boyfriend."

Oh.

"Your father didn't tell me you have a boyfriend," Linda spoke slowly.

"Because he doesn't know everything. And my name is still Remy."

"Ethan and I are gonna go now," India said, her voice still lower, still more southern than normal. "Text me when you're done, we'll go get ice cream?"

"...sure."

And then she leaned down and said, in the voice Remy grew to know and absolutely adore, "we're going to talk about this. Don't worry, I got your back."

And then she was gone.

"So a boyfriend, huh?"

"...so how many men have you fucked before meeting Stephen, Linda?"

—

"I'm so sorry about your mom, baby."

India's brother, Ethan, looked nothing like her. Well, he looked like a more manly, less boyish version of ‘manly' India, but also nothing alike. He also didn't talk much. So that was fun.

India took them to get ice cream indeed. (And much like her music taste, her favorite ice cream flavors - burnt caramel and earl grey - were rather… interesting. But she did swear that Toscanini's was probably the best ice cream in Cambridge, and who was Remy to argue with her?)

"It's alright. She's always been like this."

"Doesn't make it alright." Ethan grunted in agreement. "Take it from me, Remy. It's never alright."

"Does he have an Esther?"

India's eyes rolled so far back. "Do you think that every trans person have to have an Esther, Ethan? Do you truly think it's how we realize our identity?"

"It's how you did yours."

"I knew I'm a girl since the moment I understood who I am. Any related accidents after that are purely incidental."

"India, I think I fucked up." She looked up at him from her half-melted ice cream cup. "I told you about Emile, right?"

"You're still stuck on that?" Remy nodded. "Look… that kid told you he forgives you. You saw him in class since then, he didn't say anything to you… you're doing fine, sweetie."

"Is that his real boyfriend?"

"Ethan, shut the fuck up or I'll call mom. Remy…" India turned to play with his hair.

Yeah, it was very calming.

"He sounds like a very sweet kid. Trust me, there's no way you fucked anything up. You'll be okay. You'll get to hang out with him again, and it will be okay. Now eat your ice cream, you have the best ice cream, and then we're going back to your dorm and we're going to watch Priscilla. Or Hedwig. Whatever suits your fancy, okay?"

"...okay."

"Now, let's talk more about your mom and why it isn't okay that she treats you like that."

And for a bit, everything just seemed alright. Well, almost.

#kylo cant write #sanders sides #remy/sleep #emile picani #keep him safe #sleep is for the weak #the remy centric prequel #tw: period appropriate transphobia #tw: panic attack

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Zookeeper #chapter2

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Chapter 2  “Lion King”

“Where have you been!? We have been waiting for half an hour-” Naruto stopped talking as he looked at the vet entering the examination room. His eyes were red and  a bit swollen. “A-are you alright?” Naruto’s voice immediately took a 180 degree turn. His annoyance was gone and changed into concern.

“Yes, of course. What makes you think differently?” The Uchiha’s sounded twice as pissed as he had yesterday.  Was that even a rhetorical question? The zookeeper wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer it or not, but since he asked...

“It seems like you have been crying” The blond immediately regretted his answer when he saw Sasuke suddenly glare at him, while clenching his teeth. He made this groaning sound. If Kiara had a human form...This must have been it.

“My contact lenses  were irritating my eyes. That is why they are like that” The Uchiha said. “I need her on her back. What marron put her on her stomach?” Sasuke started  cursing in a foreign language.

“Gimme a hand, alright” Together with three other man Naruto  turned the lioness on her back. Sasuke pushed a car with a echoscope on it. He attached it to the screen, prepping the machine. He was muttering something in a foreign language again before standing up.

“Sakura, grab the gel” Sasuke said.

“Yes” Sakura returned with the gel, applying it on the lioness belly.

“Are you looking for babies? She is 17 months-”

“Will you let me do my job or do you want me to kick you out because I will!” Sasuke snapped at the blond. “Don’t you tell me how to do my job” he muttered.

“...Fine...Fine…You are the doc” Naruto said.  There was a silence in the room, which felt uncomfortable.  “So uhm...Can you see the screen without your lenses?”

“What lenses...I have perfect vision..” Sasuke whispered. Naruto frowned, recalling Sasuke’s ‘irritating lense’ excuse. Well, he just caught him red handed in a lie.

“See that?” Sasuke’s hand reached for the screen, he pointed with his finger on some dark grey spot.

“Yeah…” Naruto said.

“This is the stomach. See,  that appears to be a lump on the outside wall of the stomach. Which is quite weird and rare in lions” Sasuke indicated at Sakura, who walked up to the computer and made a few copies. Of the echo images.

“Wait..Are you telling me Sarabi has a tumor?”

“Possibly ” Sasuke said, grabbing the copy from Sakura.

“So...So what are we going to do..Do we give lion chemo treatment?”  

“No, we don’t. Actually, I will have to discuss this with board of the zoo” Sasuke said, grabbing a chart and writing something down on it . “There are certain expenses to be made. I will have to get a clear idea what we are dealing with, where the lump exactly is, if I could possibly use radiation treatment or ...chirurgie”   He looked up to meet Naruto’s eyes. He looked worried. Like a father hearing bad news about his baby girl.

“What if the board doesn’t agree  with the expenses?” Naruto asked.

“Well, lions are endangered species and lioness are valuable to keep them form going extinct. They cannot refuse treatment they will have to hand the lion over to a non-profit organisation”

“They are going to take Sarabi away from me?!” Naruto raised his voice.

“It is for her own good” the Uchiha said, “aren’t they going to ask about your professional opinion? I expect the primary keeper to be present at such meeting.”

“No….The board only cares about money...Not about animals” Naruto said.

Sasuke sighed and put his hand on Naruto’s shoulder “It might be harmless, we don’t know yet”

Naruto bit down his bottom lip as he nodded.

“Could be nothing, dattebayo…” He swallowed loudly.

Oxoxoxoxox

“Simba, sit still.You wanted me to brush you hair” Naruto sighed, feeling the tongue of Kiara suddenly lick his cheek. He turned his head at the big cat.

“I can’t tell you Kiara. But yes...I am upset” Naruto sighed, “No, no it has nothing to do with your behaviour of yesterday...A little”

The lioness sat down, her head rubbing against Naruto’s arm. The blond stopped brushing Simba as he just sat there. He felt another head rub against his side. He looked at Nala, seems like she had made her way to him too.

“You guys know me too well, dattebayo” Naruto patted Nala’s head. He suddenly heard a whistle, causing him and all three lions to look at the same direction. Sasuke waved quickly from behind the fence of the enclosure.  Naruto got up and jumped off the wooden platform. He walked out of the enclosure and towards Sasuke.

“So the male is Simba..The one on the right is Nala and the left is Kiara?”

“Right is Kiara, left is Nala” Naruto said, pointing at his lions,”but you aren’t here to remember my lions’ names”

“Why are the all named after Lion King characters?” Sasuke frowned slightly as he looked at them, “did you name them?”

Naruto remained quiet for a few seconds.

“Depends...Do you think they are clever names?” he asked.

“Back in the land of Stone. I met some families who had had taken  cubs in and they had to give them away because they were getting too dangerous. They were mostly named after Simba”  Sasuke said, leaning against the railing while he looked at the lions.

“My originality has been set back then” Naruto commented, feeling rather ignored when Sasuke didn’t look at him.

“I come bearing some bad news” Sasuke said, causing Naruto’s heart to hurt right away.  “I talked to the board. They found the expenses too much for one lion. They think if they keep three lions instead of four. It won’t be much of a difference to the public”

“You told them right...That Sarabi is not just...Not just an attraction!” Naruto clenched a fist, turning his head away from vet.

Sasuke remained quiet and just continued looking ahead of him.

“How can they do this...I have to give them a piece of my mind!”

“Mr Uzumaki, don’t” Sasuke grabbed Naruto by his arm. “You are angry, pissed off. Take the day off, go home..Process-”

“Yeah I am taking that from a guy who came to work crying” Naruto hissed,pulling his arm back. He took a few steps, but then turned around. “I am sorry…”

“Go home, Mr Uzumaki” Sasuke said before walking off.

“Sasuke, does this mean they are going to take Sarabi from me?” Naruto raised his voice so Sasuke could hear him. The raven looked over his shoulder.

“Most likely, Mr Uzumaki” the Uchiha said.

Oxoxox

“They are going to take her away from me...My baby girl” Naruto looked at his empty glass of the Sex-on-the-beach he had ordered, his head was on the bar as he turned it to the left to look at his friend.

“I know how you feel. If it were one of my wolves..I would feel the same..” Kiba said, taking the last sip of beer before ordering another. The bartender gave the both of them a weird look.

“We are zookeepers” Naruto said. Suddenly everything made sense to the bar tender.

“I can’t imagine how much this sucks for you” Kiba sighed, holding the other bottle of beer.

“I was going to kidnap her from the zoo, keep her home ...But if the zoo can’t afford her medical treatment...How can I?”

“Uhmm.UHMM!” Kiba swallowed fast, snapping his fingers “Get a sugar daddy!”

“Genius!” Naruto raised his glass before putting it back down. Turns out that was empty.

“Yes, you guys take Sarabi back to the Land of Stone  and threat her there or something...Take all the babies!” Kiba was excited about his idea.  “Hey any rich woman or males here who wanna marry my friend and save some babies?!” Kiba looked around the bar. “Nah..He cute though! Bisexual, fucks like a lion. Big dick!”

“Sush Kiba!” Naruto pushed the palm of his hand on his friend’s mouth, “I am mourning”

“Nah you’re drunk” Kiba said, getting up. “I ...I gotta pee” he said, walking towards the bathroom. Naruto leaned his head back on the bar table. The alcohol couldn’t even numb him enough to not feel the emptiness of losing Sarabi.

“Cute, bisexual and a big  dick? Almost checked off my entire list”  Naruto raised his head before looking behind him.

“Uchiha” Naruto had to narrow his eyes to see Sasuke clearly, “how did you find me, dattebayo?”

“Well turns out my assistant and you were dating for two years. She remembered your bar” Sasuke said, having this judgy look while he looked around the bar.

“Aah Sakuurraaa-chaaannn~..What happened with patience-doctor-”

“You are not the patient” Sasuke interrupted him as he looked at the bartender,  “Two old fashioneds, thank you”

“What ya doing here, hot shot!?” Naruto turned his chair,almost falling if it weren’t for Sasuke helping the blond keep his balance.

“Grabbing a drink” Sasuke said, shoving one of the glasses to Naruto before titling the other. “Just like you and your girlfriend”  

The blond look confused before looking at his empty glass and then at the left behind beer bottle from Kiba.

“Yeah...That is me” Naruto laughed, pointing at the glass

“On Sarabi, then” Sasuke said, raising his glass before taking a sip.

“Sarabi..”The blond sighed, putting his glass back down.

“You know, where I am from. We have this tradition-”

“Where are you from?” Naruto asked, “Land of grass? Your eyes kinda look like that”

“That is racist. I am from the land of Sound. My parents are. I was born in Konoha” Sasuke said, “We have this tradition of putting…” Sasuke grabbed a peanut from the bar table and balanced it on top of Naruto’s nose, “If you can eat the peanut without touching it, great fortune is waiting for you”

“You came here to do some...Weird...Voodoo stuff?” Naruto looked at his nose. He moved his head up, but the peanut fell off his nose on the ground.

“Again” Sasuke said, shoving the bowl of peanuts to Naruto.

“....Great fortune...Dattebayo” Naruto muttered, trying it again and again.  Ten must have passed before the blond finally caught the peanut in the mouth.  He looked excited at Sasuke, who smiled, shaking his head. He clapped slowly.

“...You...Were lying...Weren’t you?” Naruto sighed. Sasuke nodded.

“I taught my dog that trick. Took him about 5 minutes less than it took you” the raven admitted. Putting some cash on the bar table. “Drinks are on me”

“Why? Because you feel bad for fucking with me?” Naruto asked.

“Mr Uzumaki, I would never regret fucking with you” Sasuke said. “I didn’t come here to make a fool out of you. Your face does it for you”

“You are mean”

“I came here for a different reason” Sasuke put his hand on Naruto’s, causing the blue eyes to look at him in surprise. “I know hearing about Sarabi was painful and even though I can’t convince the board to pay the medical expenses and I can’t magically make your baby girl feel better. But….I  did arrange for her to stay under your care while she will receive all the medical attention she needs”

“...What...What..Did the board-”

“No...The board didn’t do shit” Sasuke said harsh, “But I called in a favor of a good, rather wealthy organisation that is willing to provide me with everything I need  to help Sarabi to the best of my abilities”

“You did that...For me?”Naruto’s eyes started tearing up and he wrapped his arms around Sasuke, pulling him in for a big and tight hug. “How could I ever thank you?”

“I didn’t do it for you...I did for your baby girl” Sasuke said,  breaking the hug. He leaned in, putting his hands on Naruto’s legs. “And what is best for her is to be with you”

“Owh Sasukeeee~” Naruto suddenly cupped Sasuke’s cheeks between his hands, and pulled his head closer to capture the Uchiha’s lips in a kiss. However, the raven quickly blocked the blond.

“I have a boyfriend…” The Uchiha said.

“...Oh….I am sorry I was just drunk and sad and bit relieved...I wasn’t sure what I was feeling….Dattebayo” Naruto swallowed, looking away embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impre-”

“You are making it woorrrsseee~ Sush this never happened. I am sorry. My fault….Waaaaahhhhh~”  Naruto got up. “ GOTTA GO HOME, BYE!”

“Wait, Naruto!”  Sasuke sighed, seeing the blond already disappear between the doors, “..I could have given you a ride...”  

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#Narusasu #vet Sasuke #zookeeper naruto #lions #Internet wasn't much of a help #so just...Some fake lion stuff #Fiction life I guess #CHAPTER 2 #fanfiction #narusasu fanfiction

[waterlilyvioletfog]

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 5: Eastwatch, A Summary, Warning: Full Spoilers. (You didn’t want to be spoiled? Well sorry, KAREN.)

Me: ... If Jaime doesn’t come back I’ll fucking murder you. 

Bronn: *bursts out of the water* 

Jaime: *bursts out of the water* 

Me: Oh thank god. 

Bronn: wHy ThE fUcK DiD yOu ChArGe A dRaGoN?!?!?!? 

Jaime: Because I’m an idiot sandwich with a metric fuckton of PTSD. 

Bronn: NO MORE CHARGING DRAGONS. You’re NOT allowed to die! That fucking dragon isn’t allowed to kill you! You’re not allowed to kill you! YOU ARE HARRY AND I AM VOLDEMORT AND ONLY I CAN KILL YOU. EVER. 

-Meanwhile, Dany has “KILL THE UNBELIEVERS” still on her to-do list- 

Dany: Yo. Ben D. Knee. 

Lannister Soldiers: *still confused as they recover from severe smoke inhalation* 

Drogon: DID MOMMY STUTTER? BEND THE FUCKING KNEE! 

Lannister Soldiers: *get it now* 

Randyll: I made my bed, I’ll lie in it until I die. 

Dany: Fair warning, I will munch on your bones. 

Tyrion: *seriously concerned* Well, I guess you could join the Night’s Watch! 

Randyll: Did I fucking stutter bitch? DANY NOT MY QUEEN 2K17! 

Dickon: No wait! I’m a good son! 

Tyrion: We’ve already exterminated the Freys and the Tyrells this season, we don’t need to kill the Tarlys, too! You’re even more inconsequential! Bend The Knee like a good boy! 

Dickon: DID I FUCKING STUTTER BITCH? I’M A GOOD SOOOOOOONNNNNN. 

Tyrion: I hate you so much. 

Dany: *murders Dickon and Ranyll via Drogon, though admittedly she looks very sad and disappointed in them while doing it, so wtf are Tyrion and Varys worried about? Jeez. Jon Snow wields a sword. Gendry Waters wields a war hammer. Dany wields her dragons. Fact. What, did you think she was gonna pull out Longclaw and use it on them? Nah bitch. Nah.* 

-Meanwhile, in King’s Landing- 

Jaime: We’re fucked. 

Cersei: WE HAVE GOLD THO! 

Jaime: WE’RE FUCKED. THIS GIRL HAS DRAGONS. 

Cersei: Well, Dany won’t just let us go. Tyrion might try and get a redemption arc for murdering Joffrey and dad, but- 

Jaime: Olenna Tyrell told me that she murdered Joff, not Tyrion. 

Cersei: ... Tyrion ... did ... not ... kill ... Joffrey? DOES NOT COMPUTE. 

Jaime: It computes, darling. It computes. 

Jaime: Also, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE. 

Cersei: THEN I’LL GO DOWN SCREAMING AND FIGHTING BECAUSE I’M CERSEI LANNISTER AND I AM EXTRA. 

-Meanwhile, there is ever more fresh hot goss at Dragonstone High- 

Jon: *brooding on the edge of a cliff, cape flapping in the wind, looking sexier as a sad-faced zombie than most people do in their entire lives* 

Drogon: HAI. MOMMY SAYS THAT YOU’RE MY NEW DAD. WE SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE SOME FATHER-SON BONDING TIME.

Jon: *pats Drogon’s head softly and probably offers to take him to a Mets game* 

Drogon: *purring* *thinking* *oh hai targaryen, you can pet me, it’s okay*

Dany: I am both bewildered and extremely aroused.  

Dany: WELL, you passed the kids test. 

Dany: Also, are you a zombie-

Jorah: HAI HONEY I’M HOME, I CAME BACK, DON’T YOU LO- 

Jon: Who the fuck is this bitch? 

Dany: Jorah! *hugs for her sweet bear/ bro friend, who is, btw, like three times her age in the books just as a gentle reminder* 

Jorah: DANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs his WIFEY, who is, btw, like a third of his age in the books just as another gentle reminder* 

Jon: wHaT tHe FuCk iS hApPeNiNg?!?!?!?!?!? 

-Meanwhile, Bran has to do SOMETHING this episode- 

Bran: *wargs into like a bajillion ravens so we can have some TRULY gorgeous shots this episode* 

Night King: HAAAIIIII BITCHES I’M ON THE WAYYYYY!!!!!! 

Bran: Oh fuck. 

Bran: GUYS WE HAVE A PROBLEM. 

-Meanwhile, we didn’t see Sam last episode so time for Citadel drama!- 

Maesters: *refuse to believe in shit people keep telling them is real which they have no reason to believe is real* 

Sam: UGH! Stupid maesters! LISTEN TO WHAT WE’RE TELLING YOU. 

Maesters: Sam, we’re skeptics, we’re not going to listen, don’t be stupid. 

Sam: I HATE YOU ALL. 

Maesters: Well that seems a tad unreasonable. 

-Meanwhile, there is ever more drama at Dragonstone- 

Tyrion: *trying to rationalize his behavior* 

Varys: Like, I know dragons are her thing and “FIRE AND BLOOD” is also her thing but like I didn’t think she meant it literally. Also, stop trying to rationalize your behavior, it makes you sound stupid.  

Tyrion: Well, at least she’s not as bad as her dad. 

Tyrion: ... So what’s in the raven. 

Varys: It’s a sealed scroll for the KitN. 

Tyrion: ... And? 

Varys: Fair point. It says the world’s going to end. 

Jon: MY SIBLINGS ARE ALIVE, YES. Also we’re all gonna die. 

Jon: *turns to Dany* Bitch, I’m going home. 

Dany: BUT YOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MEN! *internally screaming STAY STAY STAY* 

Jon: So give me some. 

Dany: Can’t do that. Cersei. 

Tyrion: Well, if we were to prove it to her she’d come north. We capture a wight, we can bring it south and show it to her. I can talk to Jaime, he can talk to Cersei, and boom! We have our proof. Davos can row me into KL. We just need someone to deal with the wildlings and acquire a wight.

Jorah: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. *screaming internally KHAAAALLLLLEEEESSSSIIIIIIII* 

Jon: *protective older brother instincts flair* *cockblocking instincts flair* The wildlings will never listen to you I WILL GO YES. 

Dany: YOU CAN’T GO, I’M HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE. *STAY STAY STAY*

Jon: Fuck you, I’m a king. *gives another inspiring speech about trusting strangers that makes Dany look REALLY small actually* I’M GOING.  

Dany: I hate you. But like, I also love you. 

-Meanwhile, in Winterfell, the showrunners are DICKS-  

Lords: WHERE IS JON. JON’S NOT HERE. CLEARLY WE WERE WRONG ABOUT ELECTING HIM AS LEADER. YOU SHOULD BE LEADER. 

Sansa: NERP. JON’S KING. DAT’S DA WAY IT IS. IN THIS HOUSE WE RESPECT JON SNOW. (except she said it politely and in such a way that contextless Arya and anti-Sansas can bitch about her plotting) 

Sansa: I did warn Jon. *sighs*

Arya: Those sons of bitches, plotting against Jon! We should cut off their heads! Not sit and listen politely! 

Sansa: Watching this show for six seasons has taught me one thing: beheading people who give you support because they dissented is a REALLY FUCKING BAD IDEA. Being polite to everyone means that nobody hates you and you don’t get red-wedding-ed. 

Arya: AHAH! I KNEW IT! You’re plotting against Jon, too! 

Sansa: Oh for Christ’s sake. Just go away and let me nurse my chamomile tea as I do actual work to help defend the North. 

-Meanwhile we have a quick trip to KL before we can go on our wight hunt- 

Jaime: *being a reasonable general* 

Bronn: Nope. You have too much family drama for any of that right now. 

Tyrion: Hi Jaime. Long time no see. 

Bronn: ... gonna step slowly away now... 

Jaime: You killed Dad. I hate you. 

Tyrion: That’s reasonable. But we do need to talk. Dany’s gonna win the war and you know it. 

Jaime: Cersei will never kneel. 

Tyrion: She doesn’t need to. We can have an armistice [you who don’t know what that is, it’s a cease-fire. It means I don’t like you and you don’t like me but we’re not allowed to fight because of reasons.] as long as she listens to us and doesn’t murder Jon.

Gendry: *exactly where we met him. huh. would’ve thought he was still rowing* 

Davos: Hi. 

Gendry: HAI DAVOS. YOU’RE HERE FOR A REASON. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. 

Davos: But it’s dangerous- 

Gendry: I’VE BEEN GONE FOR FOUR SEASONS. I’M READY. I AM SOOO DONE WITH KING’S LANDING YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I HATE THE LANNISTERS. THEY KILLED DAD. [that’s kinda ooc of you to gaf gendry but ok] THEY TRIED TO KILL ME. 

Davos: Fine. Grab a sword. 

Gendry: Bitch, do I look like a fancy-ass knight to you? I’m a blacksmith, and a Baratheon. I’m using a goddamn hammer. 

Davos: *sighs* Kids these days. So fucking EXTRA. 

Davos: Okay, but don’t tell anyone Robert Baratheon was your dad. 

Trouble: *proceeds to appear in the form of gold cloaks, but Davos pays them off to shut up and then Tyrion turns up so Gendry smashes their brains in and we’re all just like “damn Gendry.”* 

Qyburn and Cersei: *plotting* 

Jaime: Hi. I just talked to Tyrion. 

Cersei: ...okay? 

Jaime: Dany wants an armistice. Because zombies are on the way. And apparently soon they’ll have proof for us. 

Cersei: Huh. Didn’t expect the conversation to be that but okay. 

Jaime: ??? 

Cersei: Oh sweetie. I know everything.  

Jaime: ?!?!?! 

Cersei: I want to talk to her. It’s in our immediate interest to have her leave us alone. But in the meantime, you should know that Imma kill everything in our way. Because I’M PREGNANT, Y’ALL!!! 

Jaime: ... am I the father? 

Cersei: Yup! AND we won’t hide it. 

Jaime: That’s a stupid idea. 

Cersei: DADDY TOLD US TO IGNORE THE BULLIES AND CRUSH OUR ENEMIES TO DUST 

Jaime: Fair point. *hugs Cersei* 

Cersei: *smiles and hugs back* Oh and don’t ever betray me again. 

Jaime: *thinking* *oh that’s riiiight, I fucked a crazy person* 

-Meanwhile, as always, there is drama on Dragonstone- 

Davos: DON’T TELL ANYONE THAT ROBERT BARATHEON WAS YOUR DAD. YOUR NAME IS CLOVIS.YOU’RE A SMITH. YOU’RE JUST HERE TO BE POLITE UNTIL YOU GO BE THE SMITH IN WINTERFELL. 

Gendry: Got it. 

Gendry: HAI JON SNOW. I’M GENDRY WATERZ AND I’M BOBBY B’S ILLEGITIMATE KID AND I’M HERE TO HELP YOU FUCK SHIT UP IN THE FAR NORTH. OUR DADS WERE BROS. WE CAN BE BROS TOO. 

Jon: ... You know how to wield a sword? 

Gendry: Nah. I wield a hammer. And I’m a badass. 

Jon: ... okay. 

Davos: Nobody mind me. All I’ve ever done is be the best person in existence and outlive literally everyone. Like, dude, I’m by far the oldest dude on this show. 

Tyrion: Bye Jorah. I missed you. Not even Grey Worm can glower quite as well as you. Though Jon Snow has you beat in the brooding sadface category. 

Dany: Good bye. 

Jorah: Bye Dany. *kisses her hand and walks away because he sees Jon and knows he has to prove something* 

Jon: Well. At least you won’t have to deal with me anymore if I die. 

Dany: Pls don’t die. I want your babies. 

Jon: ... okay. I’m still not your boyfriend though. *gives the trademarked goodbye which certified badasses give to people they respect* 

-Meanwhile we need to reveal important exposition- 

Gilly: *dithering on about boring ass shit* 

Sam: *annoyed at her dithering on and also at the maesters and also at everything ever in the entire world* 

Gilly: Oh, what does “annulment” mean? 

Sam: It means a divorce. 

Gilly: Huh. Says here that some Prince “Ragger” was given a divorce by the dude who wrote this book so that he could marry someone else in a secret ceremony in Dorne- 

Sam: *EXPLODES IN RAGE at Gilly because he’s annoyed even though she didn’t do anything wrong* THAT’S IT. WE’RE LEAVING. THE MAESTERS ARE TOO STUPID TO BE AROUND. 

Gilly: ... Okay? 

Sam: *steals some extra books* *grabs Gilly* *grabs little Sam* *steals a horse I think????* *leaves because he’s BORED* 

Gilly: You’re not gonna fulfill your life-long dream? 

Sam: NOPE. 

Gilly: Well that’s sad, but we’ll go with it. 

-Meanwhile Arya vs. Littlefinger is on- 

Arya and Littlefinger: *attempt to out-sneak one another* 

Littlefinger: *OUT-SNEAKS ARYA?!?!* 

Me: wtf I hate everyone and everything, stop it. 

-Meanwhile, we have a new location! EASTWATCH-BY-THE-SEA- 

Tormund: We’re fucked. 

Jon: Indeed. 

Thoros, Beric, and Sandor: HAI can we all go on this suicide mission together? 

Suicide Squad: *establish that they all’ve got beef with each other* 

Jon: Well screw that. We’re all alive, which means that we’re all in this together. 

Suicide Squad: *walk out into the snow together, looking so fucking badass and I’m so excited!!!!!!*

#game of thrones #summaries by vi #game of thrones season seven episode 5 #game of thrones season seven #game of thrones spoilers #gots7e5 #game of thrones recap

[sodokachi]

The Consequence of Coffee

(ao3)

Marinette blinked away tears as she ran home. Flinging the door to her home open she darted upstairs as quickly as she could in the hope that no one would notice her. As she sat on the floor in her room with tears streaking down her face she was happy that-at the very least-no one knew about her shame. Except of course the one boy who mattered most of all.

"What in the world happened back there?" Tikki darted in front of her. The Kwami’s face a mixture of confusion and concern.

Marinette continued to sniffle and cry as she started telling Tikki what happened.

Marinette's day had started out in a very normal fashion. She got up a little too late, had to rush breakfast, and then had to rush even quicker to school. Inevitably she managed to trip on the gaining a new bruise and then when she had arrived she had to apologize for her lateness. All in all a very normal day, for Marinette anyway.

This would all change at lunch when she found herself dragged to a small cafe by Alya. This by itself wouldn't have been a bad thing, but then Alya had to go and invite Adrien, her Adrien, to eat with them. In retrospect it had prbaly just been Alya wanting to hang out with Nino while helping Marinette with her crush at the same time. Normally this would make Marinette happy, but with what happened she wanted to blame Alya. Unfortunately Marinette was well aware that it was actually her own fault and thus couldn't shift the blame onto Alya at all.

The lunch itself started tragically with Marinette mussing up her own order like a fool. In front of her wonderful Adrien no less. Blushing and embarrassed Alya took pity on her and ordered Marinette's usual. Marinette hadn't known what to do at that point except to wish she still had a menu to cover her very red face with. Adrien had then gazed at her strangely before speaking.

"That blush compliments you Marinette." He had said with an encouraging smile. Officially this was the best part of lunch. She was also sure he had just said that because she looked uncomfortable, but that really only made him more in her eyes.

She managed to stammer out a high pitched thank you just in time for their coffees to arrive.

She then quickly picked up the cup and attempted to hide her flustered state by drinking the hot beverage. Unfortunately this is where everything went wrong. The coffee had been far hotter than she had expected. This coupled with how ungraceful she was led to her undoing.

"And he won't even want to be my friend anymore! Not after I ruined his shirt and turned him into a burn victim Tikki!" Marinette wailed.

Tikki sighed at her teenage ward. She really regretted having to deal with teenagers sometimes.

"Adrien's not going to hate you over some spilt coffee." Tikki stated. For the fourth time.

"But what if he does?!"

"He won't."

"But-"

There was a sudden knocking sound on her hatch as a very familiar and handsome voice asked if he could come in.

Startled Marinette jumped behind her desk chair and gaped at the entrance to her room. She glanced at Tikki for help. Tikki sighed before gesturing at Marinette to respond to him.

"Y-you can in come! I m-mean you can come inside! My room I mean!" Marinette yelped.

Marinette stood and practically shoved the chair away from her as she quickly tried to hide the evidence of her tears by wiping her face with her hands.

Adrien entered quietly. He was missing his signature white jacket. Her shoulders slumped when she noticed.

"Hey Marinette. Are you alright? You seemed a little... upset, when you ran off I mean." Adrien rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he was not quite used to having friends to comfort.

"Hunky dory!" She grinned far too wide.

He blinked at her.

She stared back.

"Okay then." He muttered. His tone unsure.

"Okay." She agreed.

"If you’re alright do you want to walk back-" He started.

"I'm sorry for being so clumsy and ruining your day by ruining your jacket and burning you and then running off and making you worry about me!" While she spoke she gestured wildly in the air.

"Its fine you're forgiven. Though I wasn't really angry in the first place." He sent his best smile at her.

She looked at him in wonder before quickly shaking her head.

"But I ruined you jacket!" She gestured to his now missing jacket.

"It's fine Marinette, really." He put his hands up in a placating manner.

"It's not fine." She muttered stubbornly.

He frowned as he considered her and idea popping into his head as he glanced around the room.

"How about you design me a new jacket? That way I'll have something amazing to wear and you won't have to feel guilty anymore." He gave her a slightly pleading look.

Marinette gaped at him. Not only did he apparently think that a jacket made by her would be amazing, he also thought that it could replace something designed by Gabirel Agreste himself.

Oh wait. She had forgot to answer yes.

Adrien just stood there watching her face change from shock to elation and smiled when she started nodding rapidly.

"Well then I look forward to owning a Marinette original."

With that he gestured toward the trap door with both his arms a small grin on his face.

"After you."

Marinette was having trouble getting inspiration for the 'Jacket Project'. She kept thinking she had a good design down before she found herself reconsidering right before she started making it. The reason for this was obvious even to her; Adrien's new jacket had to be the best thing she had ever made. Not just because it was for Adrien, although that was a large part of it, but also because she was actually replacing something made by one of her fashion idols.

She finally gave up and decided to seek some help in the form of one of her two best friends. A couple rings late and Alya appeared on her phone a grin already on the other girls face.

"Having fun making that jacket for your beau?" Alya laughed.

Marinette just pouted at her as she realized that she would have to endure a lot of teasing to get the advice she wanted.

"I can't figure out what style I should go with." Marinette admitted immediately.

Alya frowned at her for a second before she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Have you tried asking your beau what he wants?" She wiggled her eyebrows a bit as she smirked at her.

Marinette flushed.

"I can't just ask him Alya! ...He thinks I can make something amazing and I can't disappoint him." She spoke softly.

Alya frowned in sympathy as she considered her friends plight.

"Maybe I can pull some information out of him about what he's into, style wise I mean." Alya suggested.

Marinette mulled that over for a moment before answering.

"Maybe, so long as you don't let him figure me out." Marinette said a small smile finding its way onto her face.

Alya grinned at her and they talked a bit more before Alya promised to get the info and hung up. Marinette decided it was getting kinda late and she should get some sleep. As she was falling asleep she hoped that Alya could figure something out. She really didn't want to disappoint her beau after all.

When Adrien asked her the next day how the jacket was going to she had absolutely no idea how to respond. She didn't want to lie and say that it was even remotely closed to even being started so instead she had said that she was 'working her hardest to make it the best she could' which to her was a bit of a copout. Thankfully it had made a smile spread across Adrien's face, which would only ever be a victory in her book.

Alya said that she would be able to get the info out of Adrien after school, but since Marinette didn't want to be considered a liar she spent her lunch and then her after school period trying to come up with a fresh idea. She wanted to make something that Adrien would love. The problem with this was that she wasn’t sure what Adrien was really into. She knew that he liked a bunch of stuff, but she wasn't quite sure if any of that was his passion. For instance she knew he liked Mecha Strike, but that didn't mean that he would want a jacket based on it.

She groaned as she crumpled another piece of paper. His father would probably get upset if he were such a thing anyway.

She sighed as she glanced morosely at her phone. She hoped Alya would call or text her soon. She really wanted to get to work making sure every seem was perfect. She could only do that when she knew what he wanted. All she had to go on was his regular outfit though. If only...

A smile spread across her face as she realized what she could do while she waited for info. She would just need to grab some supplies and then head home to start on it.

Marinette ran to do just that a determined glint in her eyes.

By the time Alya called Marinette was already heading to bed. Due to this Marinette actually dropped her phone from her loft as she attempted to answer the call. For a moment Marinette stared after her phone. Her phone that was still ringing. Too tired for a normal freak-out she simply gave an apocalyptic sigh and glared down at her phone.

She blinked. "Where did it go?"

Tikki appeared before her with a grin and bearing her perfectly fine phone. Marinette grinned and mouthed a thank you to her as she pressed the answer button. Most likely just in time considering.

Alya's way to awake face greeting her with a smile.

"I got the deets." She said with the utmost seriousness.

Marinette yawned.

"Okaaaay." Alya gave her the side eye for a moment.

"You don't work very well when your tired do you?" Alya laughed.

Marinette said something unintelligible her eyes slowly glazing over.

"Well guess who figured out what Adrien's overly fond of!" Alya gestured to herself dramatically and then proceeded to wink.

"You." No drier word had ever been uttered.

"Wow. I have got to see more of this tired Marinette in the future." Alya grinned.

Marinette sighed.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you real quick than let you sleep." Alya nodded to herself.

Marinette just stared at her with her eyes half closed.

Alya grinned as she noticed her friend already at their shared desk. She was sleeping as she sat there her arms propping up her head. The cute sight wasn't what prompted the grin though instead it was the small box of treats with her name on them. As Alya ate the first one she read the small apology note supplied with them.

 Dear Alya,

I am sorry for being so short with you last night. To make it up to you I made you a bunch of treats! :D

Thanks for the info!

 She snorted when she realized Marinette had forgotten to sign her name.

It took Marinette a couple more days to make sure the jacket was absolutely perfect. She only hoped Adrien would be happy with it.

"If he isn't happy with it you can always ask him directly about what he wants." Tikki told her.

Marinette supposed it wasn’t the worst of back up plans. Though staring at the box she had put the clothes in she couldn't help but worry.

She shouldn't have worried. Adrien had been so ecstatic to see the Ladybug themed jacket that he had hugged her. In fact she was still standing exactly where he had hugged her as he showed off the new jacket to Alya who was asking if he could model a couple of pictured for the Ladyblog.

When Adrien noticed the other article of clothing in the box his grin truned into a soft grateful smile.

"You really didn't have to Marinette." He said looking straight into her eyes.

"I wanted to." She just managed to get out.

The thank you she received was another hug, she was pretty sure she was on the cusp of a heart attack from all this affection, which she would enjoy even more when she got the photo from Alya later.

All in all maybe it hadn't been such a bad thing to spill a little coffee on Adrien.

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Hello and welcome new blog! I thought I’d send in a request for some HC. Basically how would the RFA + V & Saeran react to MC having a close male friend who flirts with them. I’m a sucker for jealous RFA lol!

Aaah thank you, anon!  This was extremely fun to write! Thank you again for sending in your request! ~Admin Mazz

Omg our first request!!! I was super super excited to write this because let’s be honest we all like it when they get jealous, m’kay? Enjoy, anon! (thx for being our first :3) ~Admin Lily

Seven

Seven knew that he was a close friend of yours

When he first met him he seemed okay?

But after the second meeting the guy said something pretty promiscuous.

Um, no sir she’s taken.

He would gradually indirectly insult the guy, trying to make a point that he wasn’t okay with his flirting.

You would brush it off, already used to his flirting, but it can get a little annoying after time

Once you kindly sassily said goodbye to your friend, you parted ways with seven

You can feel his grip tighten the whole way home, and you constantly ask if he’s okay.

Of course he’s fine, it’s just a friend.

Your mind says otherwise Seven.

When returning home he was more sulky and clingy to you.

I only love you Seven okay? Chill out.

You take him into a cuddle session and wait until he explains whats wrong.

When he finally gives in, he tells you he feels like that guy is after you.

“Oh, don’t worry he’s gay. He does that everytime we’re in front of someone.” You laughed at his worriment.

Oh, he didn’t see that coming.

He ends up laughing it off, and returns back to his normal self.

Though he knows that you love him, it still nags him every time situations like these appear.

To get rid of the bitter thoughts out of him, he’ll begin to give you a bunch of sloppy kisses to you, and it won’t stop until he’s gotten rid of any thoughts of you being gone.

Yoosung

Yoosung was definitely thrown off guard when he first met him

You had never mentioned him before, so he wondered how long you’d known him

He seemed like a decent guy, but Yoosung just couldn’t get himself to like him

Once he left, Yoosung began to bombard you with questions about him

“What’s his name? Is he always like that? How do you know each other?”

Yoosung calm down you’re talking to fast

You explain he’s just a friend from work that you’ve known for a long time and that he shouldn’t get jealous over someone like him

“Pfft! I’m not jealous!” Notorious Yoosung blush

The next encounter got a little more heated

He noticed your “friendly coworker” had made an attempt at flirting

Um what? He knows that you’re his, right?

He’s about to let out his yandere boyfriend-mode when he notices you push the flirtation aside and wave goodbye

You grab his hand and give him that smile he loves and he immediately melts

Of course, he can’t help but give the guy a cold glare as they walk away

“This isn’t over. I’m watching you.”

You began to tell Yoosung you loved him a little more than usual that night to get the point across “you are my one and only, Yoosung, I promise!”

“Aww, I love you so much. But, if he ever flirts with you again, you let me know.”

Jaehee

Being the level-headed angel that she is, Jaehee thinks nothing of this male friend since, ya know… you’re gay

But, even still when she realized that he seemed to be flirting with you, she was just like… “?”

Isn’t that kinda pointless?

But when she looked at the way you smiled at him, she couldn’t help but start to worry

“You are gay right?”

“Jaehee, aren’t we both?”

“Except for Zen. We’re both straight for Zen”

You reassure her that nothing is going on and that you aren’t even remotely interested

“He’s just a nice guy that I’ve known for a while.”

“Maybe a little too nice?” She would reply but you would laugh it off

Later on, the same thing would happen again and Jaehee would immediately begin to worry again

You just look so happy with him and she begins to feel insecure about it

You realize her discomfort quickly and immediately stop your conversation with your friend

“Babe, are you okay?”

“Oh, fine. It’s just that…”

You slowly smile, your cheeks becoming a rosy pink, before you explain: “Jaehee thinks you’re flirting with me, so she’s getting a little jealous~”

The guy immediately apologizes and explains that he’s just known you for a while, and that it’s all just fun in games, especially since he’s already married dropped his ring in the sink a week ago

“The only kind of women I’m allowed to flirt with are lesbians, so it’s just an inside joke, don’t worry.”

Jaehee is instantly relieved and began to apologize for the misunderstanding

“I told you so~” you would tease

She would smile and admit “you told me so”

“I love you so much, you’re such an angel”

Zen

You guys were out on a date  at a cafe when you ran into your good friend.

The guy takes you into a bear hug, and you can feel the icy stare being borne down onto your friend.

Poor guy, you started off on the wrong base already.

Before you can introduce your friend, Zen confidently introduces himself as your boyfriend.

It was a casual conversation until the guy  says a funny pickup line he heard from  someone.

Or so he says.

You laugh it off, and Zen didn’t think it was funny one bit.

“Hey you should use those to flirt with someone else.” Zen would tell your friend.

The guy would reply “I’m not flirting, I’m just being extra nice to someone attractive as myself.”

It seems you’re into being around narcissistic people huh?

You can feel the tension between the two become as hot as your drinks, and you needed to think fast before one of the two decides to play king-of-the-hill.

You take Zen’s hand, pointing out that you two will miss the movies if you don’t leave soon.

“Well, it was nice seeing you! We’ll see you later!”

Zen gives his other hand out to give firm death grip handshake to your friend, before pulling you towards him, and leaving the cafe.

“I don’t like him, babe.” Zen says to you while walking.

“You don’t like any guy I talk to Zen.”

“Well he was flirting with you and-”

“Zen, don’t worry, he’s been like that forever, and plus I love you.”

He would pull you into a kiss, realizing that he was being petty over nothing really.

You loved him, not some egotistic friend of yours.

Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself, Zen?

Jumin

You two are hosting a dinner party together and having a blast when all of the sudden this buddy of yours decides to come along and ruin Jumin’s fun

You introduce this man to Jumin as an old friend from highschool that became a rather successful C.E.O.

“Oh! What company do you run?”

“My company is the top company in our market.”

“And, it is?” “Just answer the question, it’s not like I want to talk to you”

“My company makes delicious dog treats for adorable little puppies and dogs!”

Dog treats!? This man can not be trusted

You explain that this guy is  actually one of your closest friends

Him? Out of all people

The guy starts telling stories about you when you were young and mentions how much more attractive you’ve become since then.  Uh, oh.

“Excuse me?” Jumin will not tolerate those kind of comments

The guy doesn’t back down. He adds another comment on how “beautiful your eyes looked”

He is flirting, isn’t he?

Jumin immediately tells this guy that you are engaged and that you aren’t interested in him in any romantic way “if that’s what you’re implying”

You awkwardly tell Jumin that there’s no need for him to get so defensive over you even though you kinda like it don’t lie

The guy suddenly apologizes for offending Jumin in any way and leaves, telling you that he’d see you later

Offended? I’m not offended

You give Jumin a look before asking, “Jumin, do you have to get so jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yes you are,” you’d chuckle.

“Am not.”

“Well, if you were jealous, I’d tell you not to worry because you’re the only man I’m interested in.”

Jumin would smile, feeling that deep love for you that he’s always felt before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, for that little friend of yours especially to see

“If he tries flirting again, I’m going to kick him out of Korea.”

“Jumin, no”

“Jumin, yes”

V

This precious bean wouldn’t say anything about this guy.

He’s not exactly the jealous type, so he wouldn’t start to worry until your friend made any inappropriate moves on you.

V had taken you out to take some photos at a local park, but V you can’t SEE, when you ran into a close friend from high school.

Your friend was… Well, he was a little intense when it came to you.

You specifically introduce V as your boyfriend to your friend, hoping that your guy-friend would take the hint of not trying anything.

You can be discrete as hell, but it ain’t gonna happen.

Everything started off nice, you three were having a casual conversation until how you two met came a part of the conversation.

“We meet during high school, and when I saw her it was like love had blinded me.”

Are you insulting him? Or are you insulting me?

You laughed it off awkwardly, and looked to see V just smiling and nodding along.

He continued on with his previous statement, talking about how he tried to get with you, and you kept denying his attempts.

Yeah, I wonder why.

During all of this, V would slyly pull you closer to him, giving subtle hints that you were his.

Your buddy just seemed to almost ignore the fact you were taken.

“If only you would understand, maybe we could have a bit of fun, huh?” Your friend would ask flirtatiously, winking at you.

“Why would you even say that? That’s  disgusting.”

You and V would both feel uncomfortable after that comment, and he would tug on your hand, indicating you should both leave.

Turning towards your friend, you’d say that you are leaving.

“Are you sure you wanna leave already? I was gonna ask you out to some drinks.”

“We’re both busy, if  you’ll excuse us.” V would say before grabbing his stuff, and taking you with him.

After escaping from your overly-flirtatious friend,  V would be eerily silent for majority of your outing for the day.

Every time you asked if he was alright, you’d would get, “I’m fine, love.”

He’s been thinking about maybe you’d be better off with someone else, so you could say in a sense he wasn’t fine.

By the time you two returned home, you had enough of his silent treatment.

“V, darling, are you jealous of my friend?”

“Of course not.” He would immediately reply with, but his thoughts have been saying otherwise.

You would be the one to take inessive and sit him down to talk to him.

“Well, I want you to know that I love you more than him.”

It still shocks him every time you say ‘I love you’ to him, but he pulls you into his embrace as he sits quietly with you for a few minutes.

“He’s way too intense.” You say to break the silence. “You wanna know why I always turn him down?”

“Why?”

“Because, he has an Oedipus complex.”

That gets both of you to laugh, and it reminds him why he loves you so much, and he should take your judgement on this.

Saeran

You’ve told him about all your friends beforehand to help him adjust easier, but this guy… this guy he knew he wasn’t going to like at all

Still, you tried to explain that your guy-friend wasn’t a bad guy

“I’ve known him for a while and he’s very nice! You gave me a chance, why can’t you give him one?” Guilt-trip professional

He’ll try to be nice for your sake.

You three meet up at your apartment for a bit of a reunion between you and your friend, as well as an introduction for Saeran.

Your friend enters your house giving you an intense hug, and an awkward handshake to your boyfriend.

You introduce your friend to Saeran while slipping out the proud title of boyfriend

The friend gave Saeran an awakened glance as he mumbled, “boyfriend, huh?”

Wtf is that supposed to mean??

Well this was starting off great, but you were gonna try to make this work.

But you began to think these two are not gonna be compatible for friendship.

You brought the two into the living room, and tried to create a conversation that they could engage in.

Just when Saeran thought things couldn’t get any worse, he started to notice that your friend was always touching you in some shape or form when he talked (and it was you he was talking to, not Saeran)

“Can you try to keep you hands to yourself?” Saeran would ask, passive-aggressively

You would immediately look at your friend with an awkward glance, “I-uh…”

Your friend would remove his hands from you, only to make a crude comment about the your relationship with Saeran, and that you should’ve picked “someone like him.”

You seemed to be oblivious to his comment, which made Saeran glare at your friend,menacingly.

Didn’t you notice what he said?? He’s flirting with you!

You begin to notice the tension get bigger between the two and you begin to think that your attempt at bringing them together was probably a mistake

“Look at the time!” You said, awkwardly, “Saeran, we forgot we have to-to uh… get your brother that thing, remember?” Please, Saeran just go along with it

Trust me he’s happy to

You nicely explain to your friend that they had some very important things to do, and that this reunion will have to be postponed

Oml the smile Saeran had on his face as he tauntingly waved his fingers at your friend “bye bye~”

Of course, you held in your laugh until after you had closed the door

“You don’t have to get so jealous, you know?”

“Who said I was jealous?”

“I did,” you smirked, “anyways, let’s go get your brother that thing.” Notorious Saeran eye roll

“Hey, Saeran? I love you.” You smiled before batting your eyes playfully

Of course, he can’t help but smile, “good.”

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