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kedreeva · 1 month
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The last photos of Stan Lee, the Cameo peacock.
I like to think he had a decent last day. We tube fed him early this morning so he would not feel hungry or thirsty despite that he could no longer find food or water. He spent the rest of the day loafing in the sunlight, surrounded by hens that liked him a great deal because he was always super gentle and sweet to his ladies. He always loved babies, and Aurora's 2023 kids were no exception, and I caught both of them cuddled up to Stan at one point as well. Even though he couldn't see them, I hope he knew he was not alone. I hope that they feel they got to say their goodbyes- I haven't heard anyone calling for him, so that's a good sign.
As the sun began to set, I came out to get him, and he was by himself for the first time, sleeping along the wall in the sun. He didn't fuss when I picked him up, and rode quietly in the car to the vet. He laid quietly in my lap in the waiting room, and I watched a rainbow crawl across his wing and back while we waited. As he fell asleep from the initial sedation, some of the vet staff that had seen him often the last 7 years for his many issues came to say goodbye quietly. They let me stay with him through the Final Sleep, as well, and he went just as quickly and quietly. Perhaps he thought it was time as well.
I am going to miss him like crazy. I never wanted a cameo bird, partly because I know they are prone to carrying health issues and blindness in particular, but he wobbled his way right into my heart once he was in my hands.
I set aside his final train of feathers, along with a good deal of his saddle and some of his neck feathers, as keepsakes. One primary from each wing, some of his actual tail feathers. I will make myself a feather vase from it when I am up to it.
Sark helped me to bury Stan's body beneath the weeping willow sapling we planted last summer. It's near the coops, rather than in the death orchard, as he never particularly liked sleeping near other birds at night, only by day.
It has not been an easy two days, but I know once I have some distance, his memory will certainly be a blessing for me, and for everyone whose lives he touched along the way. His train was always full of hearts from all the love.
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prettyoatmeal · 4 months
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TF141 Taking Care of Sick Reader!
A/N: Guys I'm so sick right now. This cold has hit me like a truck at full speed. I literally slept 13 hrs today?!?!?!?!?!? So lets go guys, sick HC's because I need some comfort.
Masterlist here!
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Price just doesn't care because he rarely ever gets sick. Whenever you catch a cold, he's just unfazed because he knows his body well.
This man will PAMPER you. He'll cook you whatever you're craving, and if you're not hungry, you're getting force fed a few cups of broth just so there's something in you.
He'll run you a bath with the soap you love so much, making sure it's nice and steamy in the way you like it. And while your nose his clearing up from the steam, he's massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and wherever you ask him to. Because he'll be damned if his love has to spend one more second with their body aching.
Taking medicine with him is a chore for both of you. Him because he has to deal with your stubbornness, and you because liquid medicine tastes awful and theres no getting around it. He's just there holding the spoon with the burgundy coloured syrup and you're turning away every time he gets it close to your mouth.
"Sweetheart, I know it tastes awful but it's only here to make you feel better."
Ends up bribing you with taking you out to your favourite restaurant when you're better, but lets face it, he would've taken you anyway.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
And once you've finally taken it, disregarded the disgusted look on your face, he's actively kissing you on your cheeks, your forehead, maybe your lips as well despite how much you try to pull away from them. But you give in of course. He's only looking out for you and you love him too much.
Gaz I think would be a bit of a germaphobe at first.
Illness on the battlefield? Sure, he can deal with that, who cares Sickness at home?? Nope, the antiseptic spray is coming out and getting sprayed onto every surface of your flat.
You're not getting out of bed until you're sure you're fine because he'll be damned if he catches it from you. He's making sure every second of the day that you're fed, you're hydrated, you're comfy.
If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you cuddle up to him if you promise to not sneeze on him. But when you're finally in his arms, he sees your flushed face, your bleary eyes, the way you cling onto him so tightly even though you're so weak, fading in and out of sleep and he feels himself falling in love all over again.
"Poor baby. I'll take care of you, don't worry."
It happens every single time, it's hilarious. His mind changes every single time. Even if you sneeze on him, you'll get nothing more than a slight scolding as he holds a tissue up to your nose.
Medicine is different with him. Mixes it with your hot tea knowing just how much you hate taking it. If you question why it tastes so weird, he blames it on the temperature distorting the flavour and your messed up taste buds.
And it works, you never question it again.
After that, he'll turn your favourite show on just as background noise and it isn't long until you're falling asleep on top of him.
Ghost is not letting you lift a finger. If you stand up to go get something to eat or drink before he deems you of proper health, he's sweeping you off your feet and laying you back into bed.
"I can do things by- achoo! -by myself."
"No you can't. Stay put, lovie. I'll get your plate for you."
Doesn't want to make it seem like he's babying you.. but he definitely just is.
Simon is normally really good with letting you have your independence, he never wants to make it feel like you don't have a choice. But in times like these where you need to rest, he is having absolutely none of it and there's nothing you can do other that yourself be dragged back to your room.
This man will also chase you around the flat to make sure you take the medicine because you better get through this, and on his watch, you will be.
"Open up, Princess." while you keep turning your head away. Much like John, he definitely needs to bribe you with the shoes you saw on the way home one day or that new restaurant that opened a week ago. And only then you finally take it, gagging at the chemically taste.
After that, you will constantly be swaddled in warmth no matter what. Whether it be him since he's pretty much a radiator himself, a hot bath, or a million blankets and plushies. He just wants you as comfortable as possible for your weakened state.
For baths, it's almost certain he will join you. He'll let you lean back on him as he massages your shoulders, your arms, your thighs and legs. And you're left so dizzy and hazy because he's soothing your aching body so well.
He probably catches it a week after you, once you're already better and then it's your turn to take care of him :3 and you know just how Simon feels about being pampered and looked after.
Soap would be sick with you but stubborn as ever to let you take care of him.
He's just way too touchy and kissy and feely when you're infected, it's awful. Makes fun of you for having a bad immune system even though his is just as bad, if not worse.
"Shut your gob, Bonnie. I won't catch it. it's just a wee cold."
He catches it and it was more than just a 'wee cold'. You're both so weak, bodies throbbing and aching all over but he's still determined to make you his priority.
Going to the bathroom is a hassle because when you go, he'll go. He can't leave his love alone, not in this state! He'll stand outside the door like a cat does, just waiting.. and waiting.. and oh! You've accidentally opened the door on him because he can barely pay attention to whatever's in front of him.
To make up for it, you help ice his forehead.
He'll cook for you, infecting the kitchen with his boy-germs. But it's great because he can just put a few cups of broth up to a simmer and drink it with you on the couch.
Once it's time to take medicine, you both chicken out because it just tastes so gross. But knowing you have to take it, you made a deal to take it at the same time. You're both disgusted but clink your mugs together and use your tea as chasers.
Cheers!
Will sneeze on you more than once by accident. He's gross but we love him.
He definitely tries (keyword is tries) to stay awake long enough for you to make sure you're peacefully sleeping through your sick, but he definitely gets knocked out the moment he cuddles up against you.
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GRAHHHHH I'm so sick I'm going to bed. Cheers guys, goodnight
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coffeedepressionsoup · 9 months
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Somebody does love | MYG - They Meet
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Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader
Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.
This is the one where the two meet for the first time. Part 2 of Somebody Does Love.
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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst
Word count - 3k+
Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of
Ratings - 13+
A/N - Apologies for the late update. But do let me know in the comments what you think of the chapter and what direction you want to see the narrative flow in. Also, this is not proofed, please excuse typos, tense, and grammar errors. And if you liked it, please please please engage with the post. Comment, like, repost. Your engagement is the sole reason I am pushed to write. 
Your flight landed with a two-hour delay at 5 pm at the Incheon airport. After collecting your baggage and going through customs, you shot a text to your friend and waited near one of the cafes inside the airport for the crowd to die down. In about 10 minutes you lugged your bags behind you, pulling your mask further up your nose and pulling the bucket hat to right above your eyes. 
It didn’t take long to spot Sammy. Dressed in all black, he had a casual gait that only he could have. It also helped that he carried a little cat poster. You could see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he saw you walking out, which mirrored your own.
“Oh it’s so good to finally have you here!” he said while hugging and slightly managing to lift you off the ground.
“I know. But I am so hungry and nervous and I have such a bad headache,” you mumbled into his jacket shoulder.
“Let’s get you washed, fed and rested. Come on,” he chuckled patted your back and took one of your bags before starting walking towards his car. Ah! His car. A black 2022 Maserati Ghibli Modena. One that he has been yapping about for months on end. 
You honestly found it ridiculous. The inordinate amount of money people would pay to procure “luxury” items always confounded you. Sure, wealth commands a certain amount of comfort- Your brain stopped as soon as you sat down on the passenger’s seat of the car. Your ass was far more comfortable than it has ever been on any bed or couch that you have ever owned. Maybe you can allow yourself to see why someone would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on a car. 
Sammy closed the back of the car, with all your bags safely tucked in, and walked over to the driver’s seat. He saw you leaning back onto the seat with your eyes closed. He smirked behind the mask and sat down, swiftly starting the car.
“Still think this was an unnecessary splurge?” his mask had come off and he had that wide eye-crinkling smile.
“Maybe not,” you smiled to yourself. “How far is your place from here?”
“About an hour, with the school and office traffic now, some more.”
“My dead body will enter your residence, Kim Woosung,” you groaned and pulled at the seatbelt in annoyance. Both your mask and hat were now on your lap. Your head felt like the persistent beating of 500 drums all at once.
“Try to take a nap, I will play your sleep playlist,” he suggested. 
You could not move another muscle to bother with a response. His reply was like a command. With your eyes shut, you shifted your shoulders to place your neck relatively comfortably. The last thing you remember is the comforting, low hum of white noise filling up the space around you.
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You walked out of the SNU campus, your colleague and friend Samairah in tow. She is the reason you are in Seoul in the first place. You met at an academic conference in Edinburgh when you were still PhD researchers. Dr Samairah Nazli is now a full-time professor of Gender Studies at the prestigious Seoul National University. 
“It is just a contract for the coming academic year, Y/N! Come on! You will also get to spend time with Sammy.” You had scoffed back at your friend over the video call last November when she said her department wanted to invite you as a Visiting Professor for their newly-introduced Feminist Economics course and the existing Gender and Media course that a now-retired professor used to handle. 
But a week later when you found yourself in a virtual meeting with the Dean, Department Head and the Vice Chancellor, the opportunity did seem intriguing. They did want to eventually offer you a full-time position. You would be tenured at 32! Also, you can work with Samairah again, after working on your first book together, you knew you would work together again. 
And of course, you get to spend time with Sammy. One of your best friends. Kim Woosung of The Rose. But only Sammy to you. Crazy to think that you only met him about three years ago, at Friar Park of all places on the planet, but lord, did you love that dude to bits.
“Wanna grab a drink?” Samairah asks, as you both head towards the subway station.
“No, meeting the broker again.”
“This will be the 8th place she’s showing you?”
You shook your head as you dug in your pockets for the cigarette case. “No. Ninth.”
You lit a cigarette and said, “I really want to finalise a place and settle down before the semester begins.”
“Tough to do all that in what- 12 days now?” she counted the days mentally and grabbed the smoke you held out for her to counter.
“I wish I were a millionaire at times like these,” you took back the smoke and gave it a long drag as you stopped at the crossing. Samairah would go straight from here to catch her train and you will take a left and meet Hwang Seul-gi. Your realtor. Broker. Currently, the most important person in your life.
You could have opted to stay at the Siheung-Si staff residence for part-time and visiting faculties, but that would mean you would spend half the day in transit. And you hated transit. Motion made you sick. So yes, car trips with you are absolute joyrides for your friends. 
You also wanted time to work on the manuscript of the next book you are planning. And you want enough time to sleep. God, you wish to have a carefree night of sleep soon. Not that Sammy’s guest room is bad, it is comfortable, and luxurious even when you consider the free cuddles from Woolfie, but it still is not a place of your own. 
Although Sammy argued the opposite back when you told him about your year-long relocation to Seoul. He wanted you to live as roommates. Even offered you to pay for house-sitting in mirth, for all the times he would be away on tour. 
Again, you loved the guy. But his social butterfly stages of self are something you could take in small doses. You knew what his schedule was like, how many people dropped by for work at his home studio, and even just because to share drinks. But a whole year of it would drive you mad. So Sammy finally gave up trying to convince you and connected you to Seul-gi.
The lovely Seul-gi who yet again showed you a wonderful place, reasonably near the campus. But the deposit itself would require you to sell both your kidneys, maybe an eye and even a good chunk of your liver.
It was almost 7:30 by the time you left the apartment complex and headed towards Sammy’s place. You could take a cab, but the crisp late February air made a nice weather for a walk. You were passing through a park, almost deserted at the time, when you heard a noise that alerted you.
It sounded like someone was struggling. Some animal. You could hear low grunts, probably a puppy or a kitten, but you looked around and saw nothing immediately. The noise continued so you stopped and tried to follow the direction of the sound. 
You reached a bush at the side of the pathway and were sure that this was the location. But the sun was already down. Dim yellow lights sparsely lit the park pathway, enough for people to look and walk, but not enough to see within the bushes. 
By the noise you could now tell that there was also a metal scraping noise, but barely so. You turned on your phone's flashlight but still saw nothing. You looked around but saw no one. Trying your best to not step on any of the plants, you entered the bush and squatted down with the flashlight.
“Hey, are you okay?” a low but heavy voice from above you startled you and the phone almost dropped from your grip as you stood up to see who it was. A man donning all black with a mask, a cap and a hoodie looked right back at you. Only his eyes were visible and the eyes were filled with concern. In the commotion of your entry into the bush and stomping around, ever so mildly within it had now increased the noise. 
It sounded like a distressed kitten. You looked back down and could see one of the drainage grills under the dense foliage of the bush. You looked back up at the stranger and said, “I think a kitten has fallen into the drain.”
Before the man could respond, you squatted back down again and saw the drain and beady little eyes inside it clearly this time. You put down your bag beside you on the ground and put all your effort into pulling the iron rungs up. You could feel it move a little, but not enough to dislodge it. 
“Hey baby, don’t worry. I will get you out of there,” you cooed through your laboured breath. By now, the stranger had joined you. You both exchanged glances and without saying a word you went in and pulled at the grille together at the same time. It seemed a lot easier with the two of you having pulled at it. With one arm, the stranger shifted the grille aside. 
You peered down the drain and extended your arm to grab the kitten. The poor being was scared and cold and probably even more traumatised by all the strange and sudden commotion. You leant down completely, with your stomach on the ground and lowered yourself into the opening up to your shoulders to grab the kitten with both your hands.
The man next to you extended a cautious arm as if to make sure you don’t fall in. Well, the opening was not big enough for you to fall into. But you could get weirdly stuck. But soon he saw your body lifting up and his extended hand hovered over your body, never touching, but ready to help if needed.
You came back up with a feisty calico kitten in your hands who initially made a few tiny scratches on your palm but was now just shivering. The man beside you promptly took off the work jacket he was wearing over his hoodie and handed it towards you. How many layers is he wearing? A small part of your mind wandered, but you quickly grabbed it from him, giving him a thankful smile and wrapped the kitten up in the jacket and held her close to your body, for maximum warmth.
You looked down at the ground near your feet where your bag was and before you could bend over to grab it, the man swooped in and said, “I got this.”
After you stepped out of the bush, you turned to the man again and said, bowing politely, “Thank you for your help.”
“No problem at all. I have two cats of my own, I know the fear of losing them” he said in a calm but understanding tone. You looked at his eyes more closely while he talked, you could have sworn you had met him before, but didn’t know where.
You shook your head and replied, “Oh no, this is not my cat.” And then you explained the noise you followed. The man nodded his head and looked around probably thinking the same thing that you were. “Do you think the mother is around here somewhere?” you asked.
“If she were, she wouldn’t be too far away.”
You looked back down at the kitten, who had stopped shivering now but was still covered in a considerable amount of mud and dirt. You also considered checking if she was chipped and if the person could be notified if she was already a pet. “Do you know of any vet nearby? I am new here, so-”
“Yes, it’s on my way. I will drop you,” he held his arm out to point in the general direction of where you were headed to go back to Sammy’s. You started walking and the man joined you. Out of the park, and having crossed two traffic signals and taken two right turns, you reached the vet’s chamber. It was reasonably empty. You put your name in the register and waited. 
The man sat in a chair next to you but one. He looked over to see you making conversation with the kitten. Of course, she won’t be able to say if she lost her mother or forgot her way home. But the sing-song voice you used clearly worked. He could see the large dark beady eyes of the kitten staring back at your face with wonder and trust.
He too looked at your face with wonder and felt a strange sense of trust and comfort. When he saw a person climb inside a bush at a more or less empty park on a random Thursday evening, he half expected it to be a madman. But when he peered in and saw the glow of a flashlight, he grew more curious. 
He noticed how a part of your right elbow was scraped slightly, not that you seemed to notice. He also saw the muddy bits on your beige outfit. And then looked again at the kitten wrapped in his jacket, on your lap.
“Y/N,” the receptionist called out. You stood up and turned towards the man and gave him a curt nod. He blinked several times before nodding back at your retreating figure and gulped down a deep breath. Did you catch him staring? Even if you did, you didn’t let it show. Y/N. Y/N. He repeated the name in his head a couple of times. 
It was only after the doctor examined the kitten and told you that she has no chips, and is healthy but is slightly malnourished, that you realised you have so far, that is almost in 30 to 40 minutes’ time, not once asked for the man's name - the stranger in black, now at pet clinic reception.
You just followed a stranger through a dimly lit park and ended up where you are now. When put that way, doesn’t sound like the safest thing to do.
The groomers had taken the kitten to another room to clean her up. The vet wrote up some supplements that the kitten could be given and asked you to wait outside. You walked out and saw the man, right where he was, hugging your bag on his lap, scrolling through his phone. Cap, mask and hoodie - still intact. You went up to him and sat in the seat next to him but one. 
“Thanks for looking after my bag,” you smiled. 
The man looked up at you and held the bag out, you could see the crinkles of his smile near his eyes. “Is she alright?” he asked.
You explained whatever the doctor said. 
“Are you going to keep her then?”
Your eyes widened comically and then it dawned on you. You don’t even have a place for yourself. Where the fuck are you gonna keep her? And if the mother was still around, she would likely not be malnourished, so it is not like you can hope to reunite her with her mom. 
Sammy would not mind, for now, you knew. But Woolfie? How would he react?
Seeing you stunned, the man chuckled, “You hadn’t really thought so far, had you?”
“Not really. My immediate instinct was to just release the kitten. But she’s so small and frail, I cannot possibly let her be anywhere else. But-”
Before you could say anything else, one of the groomers approached you, with the kitten now in a cosy, little carrier, all clean and dried. And he carried the jacket she was wrapped in, in the other hand. 
You thanked him and then turned to the man next to you and looked guiltily down at the jacket on your right hand. “I am sorry about this. I will get it dry-cleaned and return it to you. And also, I am sorry I didn’t catch your name till now. I am Y/N Y/L/N," you draped the jacket over your other forearm and extended your arm for a shake.
“HI Y/N, I am Min Yo-,” he choked on his words before he cleared his throat and said taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, “I am Min Yong-Ho.”
You smiled back and walked out of the vet clinic. “I go this way now,” you pointed towards the left. 
“Oh I go the opposite way,” you could see the hint of a smile but also maybe apprehension.
You had bought cat food worth a week, food bowls, a litter box, litter pellets and a small cat bed. You requested the store to deliver the items to Sammy’s address. In the meantime, you had texted the bare bones of your encounter to him. So he was ready to greet a kitten into his home by the time you went back and for the time being had locked his bedroom door, where Woolfie was fast asleep.
You nodded and asked the man, “So, Yong-ho, how do I return your jacket?”
The man looked around, eyes seeming frantic, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Until finally he pointed at a cafe on the opposite side of the road. “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”
“Sure, I will bring back a spick and span jacket, I promise,” you said and asked, “6 PM sounds good?”
“6 PM sounds perfect,” the man nodded and waved back at you as you went your way - the kitten in the carrier in one hand, his jacket in the other and your bag, now draped as a sling across your body. He doesn’t know how long he stood there. But he kept staring your way for five seconds longer after your silhouette disappeared over the horizon.
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dulcesiabits · 2 years
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Gamers, I’m not feeling #well so here are how the twst characters react to you having a cold (semi-serious)!
Ace: Makes you worse (on accident. It’s clear he feels bad even though he’s trying to put up his cool guy front)
Deuce: Does his best, but also makes you worse (on accident x2. Then teams up with Ace to buy you your favorite comfort food while begging you tearfully not to die. Deuce… it is a mild cold…)
Riddle: His parents are doctors. You’ll be getting the full professional treatment and he’ll even let you hold a hedgehog :)
Trey: Sits by your bed and reads and occasionally changes the cold compress on your head. Normal guy behavior where he makes you porridge and checks your temperature and does all the appropriate things you do for a sick person
Cater: One of the few times he’s more serious. He still acts light-hearted, but it’s more to cheer you up than anything else. Holds your hand the entire time
Leona: ummm. Well. This sucks for you <3 …Leona falls asleep on your bed with you (he’s a very cozy cuddling partner) and when you wake up, you find expensive medicine on your bedside
Ruggie: fussing over you the entire time and piling blankets on you and making you his homemade recipe guaranteed to get you back on your feet. HEY. No moving! You have to spend all your energy getting better!
Jack: Gruffly pops up with all your missing homework. Lets you pet his ears and tail but SWEARS you to secrecy. Don’t let anyone else know he has a soft side!! (They already do. Sorry Jack)
Azul: Hm. Surprisingly normal about it, no gimmicks or tricks to it. He’s genuinely worried about you, and prepares the same comfort food his mom made when he was sick
Floyd: Stands there. Staring over you. Doesn’t move. Drops medicine on your stomach and watches you until you take it. Offers to spoon fed you some soup
Jade: makes you worse (on purpose)! …Well, seriously speaking, he brews you some medicine that makes you feel better. Just don’t ask what he put in it, thanks!
Kalim: Acts like you’re dying and immediately gets his family doctor to treat you. He’s staying by your bed until you get better, and brings a bunch of things to entertain you (he accidentally skips classes but at least you’re happy :) Jamil isn’t :/)
Jamil: Checks up on you periodically throughout the day, but his hand is gentle and cold when he checks your temperature. Does your chores for you (you’re welcome) and when you wake up, Ramshackle is somehow more spotless than it was before you got sick
Vil: Knows all the health tips and tricks for you to get over your cold sooner! Wears a mask the whole time. Makes you drink teas and herbal remedies that are easy on the stomach
Rook: Much like Floyd, watches you. Gives an eerily accurate diagnosis of your symptoms and illness. Brings you your favorite flowers to cheer you up :)
Epel: Sits at your bed and peels you fruits. Cuts the fruits into various shapes and animals to make you feel better. Does take requests, but don’t laugh at his lumpy elephant shaped orange
Idia: Okay well. This is awkward. Gets Ortho to check up on you and gives you an awkward thumbs up when Ortho is done. Will try to comfort you if you ask for it. Games on the floor of your room as you sleep, occasionally checking on your temperature
Ortho: Good thing Idia equipped him with all the latest medical equipment! You’ll be feeling better in 24 hours, guaranteed!
Malleus: inconsolable. Looks through forbidden black magic to find a means to cure you. Also watches you intensely, but in an awkward, worried and well meaning way. Lets you play with his tamagotchi
Lilia: Lilia is actually the most competent one here! He’s dealt with dozens and dozens of sick friends and family, and uses arcane magic to heal you— jk, he just uses his favorite go-to remedies for colds, perfected over the centuries
Silver: Keeps falling asleep and then waking up to check up on you. His forest friends bring him the perfect ingredients to cure you. Helps you play with the animals
Sebek: WHY ARE YOU SICK. He is the quietest you’ve ever heard him and keeps bringing you books and refilling your water glass as soon as you take one sip. If you cough even once he brings Lilia to check on you
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hannahbanana29 · 1 year
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Enha- things they enjoy doing with you <3
This isn't gonna be a long post, I don't think. Just some lil headcanons on what Enhypen like doing with their s/o <3
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Lee Heeseung doesn't live with you yet. You both have been going out for possibly a month, but he had been dreaming of sharing a home with you much longer than that. Not necessarily the apartment he lives in right now - especially when he had a roommate named Jake. More so a new home, one that was yours and his to fill. That's why he loved cleaning the house with you. It was therapeutic and he thought it was cute how much you loved blasting music as you did so.
When you two would do chores, they were never boring. He was so grateful when you offered to help clean his apartment, and as you both got on with it, he liked to fantasise as he did the dishes that you were both tidying up your shared home. And the fact you were both dating, finally, meant even more to him.
Park Jongseong. We don't really have to guess what this is. Jay loves two things that he does with you. I mean, don't get me wrong, he loves spending time with you, full stop. But he CHERISHES both sleeping peacefully and cooking with you. Being lazy and domestic.
When you both fall asleep somewhere other than bed, like a couch, he finds it so cute. He loves the lazy kisses he gives you and the automatic, rhythmic strokes you give him in return. When you fall asleep in his arms or on his lap, he can't help but watch you breathe in and out repeatedly.
Cooking is no different. He loves how you both converse what to make. He loves holding you unnecessarily as he guides you into whatever you're handling. He even loves walking up behind you and planting fluttering kisses along your jawline as he holds you by the waist and sways side to side, after you insist on doing the dishes because he helped you with cooking.
Sim Jaeyun, Jake, is excited about hanging out with you, no matter what you guys are doing. But he really likes songwriting with or about you.
Jake, as a trainee, really wanted to write song lyrics about the things he thought he could voice about once he became an idol, whenever that would be. But he focused more on his singing and dancing than songwriting, as that would be done with the other members.
That's just one reason why he loves writing songs with you; because it's between you and him, and it's not for the publicity of fans or critics who speculate what the song was about. It's simple. It was about the love you both shared. Before debut, he didn't write songs about love, but he was so fond of how you'd inspired him with romance.
Park Sunghoon is a bit of a gym bro. Let's be honest. He may not say it all the time, but his physique has visited the gymnasium many a time. It wasn't the gym he liked visiting with you, particularly, but he really enjoyed taking care of you and your health, physically and mentally. I think personally, he's big on taking care of yourself.
But that's pretty vague. More specifically, he enjoyed asking you to list the good parts of your day - those you were grateful for. If you were down and didn't have much to be thankful about, he would remind you all of the miracles you held in your life.
To take care of you physically, he would make you drink up water, he would make sure you were fed and he would really enjoy exercising with you. Not in the gym, but in a more personal place. Albeit your own bedroom or his dorm where there were pieces of exercising equipment, or it could be jogging along a route that you guys loved to walk down every now and again to calm yourselves.
All in all, Sunghoon liked to do healthy things with you. Eating, drinking, exercising, and always remembering there's a time to be thankful.
Kim Sunoo doesn't like to get through the day without doing something productive. He doesn't particularly like shopping, or working out, or things like that. But productive can also mean creating memories, because we all need those.
Also, we're all very conscious that Sunoo likes to take photos. If you're a baby engene, it's true! And he bestows them upon his fans with his beauty. But he loves even more taking you out to do just something other than sitting around all day, to create gorgeous memories, and he will encapsulate those into photographs.
Some of these he will keep to himself. Some of these he will send to you. Some of these, he will post on social media to put the memory everywhere. Sunoo really likes hearing you come up with new poses and captions.
But above all of those, he finds it so precious when he creates memories not through photographs, but in creating collages with them.
You're both kneeling on the floor, with a memory board layed out in front of you. Around it are a load of polaroid pictures and printed photographs, and you'd even printed off some captions you both found really cute. And he loved arranging them all with you, to put on the board and hang up in your room. He loves being productive in that way.
Yang Jungwon is a mature leader. During work days, he is tending to the members, keeping in close touch with the managers and focusing on the choreo and lyrics. On a day off, he would be simply relaxing with his band mates and lounging about.
But then you came into his life.
Days off could NOT be spent without his Y/N being with him to relax him. But when you are both just lying about and not interacting, he doesn't feel like he's spending quality time with you. That's when you both came across arts and crafts.
But if that sounds too old, you both like to watch some bad DIY vids (123 GO... 5-minute crafts... You know the channels) then you both like to laugh as you manage to make useless toys and hacks.
You both go out to the local store to by the bits and bobs required to make a bathbomb or something, and you both try your hardest and laugh as you mess up. And then you sulk together once you look at the misshapen unicorn dropping you ended up making, pouting like children. Damn, Jungwon doesn't look like the mature leader he has to be throughout the week, but you make him younger.
Nishimura Riki, or Ni-ki, is the Maknae of ENHYPEN. He likes to get outside and do something energetic or athletic. If not that, then at least something entertaining. So he absolutely adores playing games with you.
On a rainy day, it's building a fort and either playing video games or watching a movie. If it's windy, you're both making some crappy DIY kites to fly outside. If it's pure sunshine then it's going out to the beach or a field to play catch and paddle about. And in the evening, he would take you to a cinema/movie theatre or he would take you to an arcade.
It really doesn't matter. He'd even enjoy sneaking you to one of the dance rehearsal rooms to dance about with you to some of his songs, as well as other Western music pieces. You two could even make up your OWN choreography. He just likes doing something fun and lighthearted, as if you were both children just there for a good time, not a long time.
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Against The Odds | Fitting
Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader
Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung
Word count - 5.2k
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You have your first wedding dress fitting
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, oc is stressed, dirty talking, very explicit rough quickie sex, spanking 
FULL SERIES COLLECTION
“Why doesn’t Namjoon just put him in day care? Why does it always have to be you that watches him?” Yuri’s question is innocent enough, her ladoring eyes glued to your nephew who’s sleeping in his car seat next to your big white office desk.
It’s a Monday afternoon and you’re balancing work with caring for baby Charlie – a difficult multitask to say the least. You’re distracted either way you look at it. Your focus can’t be fully on the sizable stack of paperwork you’re going through when he’s awake and crying to be fed. And your sole focus can’t be looking after him when you realise how far behind on said paperwork you truly are.
Yuri has been your assistant since day one of 4U and she’s amazing at what she does. Taking your daily duties in her stride and minimising your workload, managing your conference calls and meetings efficiently to make sure you’re never unavailable for more than an hour at a time. Over the last seven months your relationship with Yuri has blossomed into something more than professional, in fact, you’d consider her to be your only close female friend now.
Much like the overall aesthetic of 4U, every room in the building is decorated dusty pink with gold accessories. It’s a dream to have a little space of your own away from everything when life gets too much, or at least it would be if you weren’t having to juggle being an aunt and CEO of the company most days.
“He trusts me with him, you know how hard it is for parents to send their children off to strangers… Especially at this age.” Why you’re defending your ex-boyfriend you’ve no idea, as much as you love Charles and love spending time with him you can’t remember the last time Namjoon actually stuck to the agreement of you having him one night per week. It’s a little much.
“I get that,” Yuri nods understandingly across from you, flicking her glossy pin-straight black hair over her shoulder, “You’re a lot calmer than I would be about the situation though… If I were you—”
“Except you’re not me.” You playfully roll your eyes, licking your manicured thumb to separate the sheets of paper that have a deadline to be dealt with. That deadline being last week.
“What about your parents? Surely they can help him out?”
“Mmm… My dad isn’t in the best health, I don’t want to put on them right now.”
“Y/N when was the last time you actually slept? Or the last time you had any free time? You can’t keep doing this.” She’s shaking her head gently, her rounded features sympathetic and kind.
You lean back in the velvet pink swivel chair, sighing, “I know… I know… Kook’s told me the same thing.”
Which he has. It seems after his impromptu night out with Taehyung this weekend he’s gained enough confidence to voice his opinion on the matter. Whether that was down to his best friend or not you’ll never know. You do know that your fiancé is coming from a good place though, he thinks that Namjoon is using you for childcare and the evidence does certainly point in that direction. But if it wasn’t you looking after Charles it would be some stranger. What if he didn’t like them? What if he couldn’t settle? What if the stranger wasn’t good with babies? No, you made a promise to yourself to always be there for your nephew, and you’re going to keep that promise no matter how mentally, physically and emotionally draining it’s proving to be.
“Why don’t you get a nanny? It’s not like you and Jungkook can’t afford it. And it doesn’t have to be all the time, just a few hours a week when you have him. You deserve a break, he’s not even your child he’s not your responsibility at the end of the day. Namjoon is asking way too much of you these days.”
A pained laugh bubbles your throat, “Tell me about it.”
A nanny? Doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world – even if you only have help a couple of hours a week like Yuri said, just so you can focus on your career. And planning your wedding. And staying sane. You sigh again, this time more dramatically when you look to your assistant.
Yuri is great, and she’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her is soft and warm, her plump curves, her gentle smile. At this point you would trust her with your life, hell you’d even trust her with Charlie’s life she’s that caring and kind. Her aura oozes maternal guidance. Sometimes she can be a little… provocative, but you respect her and her life choices either way. Before you met Jungkook you were no stranger to the one night stand lifestyle, it’s not all bad. And she’s right about this, the help would be greatly appreciated right now.
“Can you schedule interviews for some potential child minders? The best of the best though, fully qualified, years of experience… I’ll talk to Namjoon about it see what he says.”
“Of course, only the best of the best for our little man Charlie!” She chuckles, pulling a large rose gold iPad from her bag, “Oh and don’t forget you have a dress fitting this evening at five pm. Your mother and Jimin are meeting us there.”
“Well… Good job you reminded me cause I totally forgot.”
“Just doing my job.” She winks with an exaggerated click of her tongue.
Yuri is great, thank god you found her before she was swooped up by another CEO.
--
Much to your disappointment your mother never arrives to your wedding dress fitting, you presume she’s busy with your sister since the decision on whether she’s ready to leave Cypher House is being made today. You’re not surprised that she’s forgotten, but you do find yourself wiping away a stray tear in the changing rooms when it suddenly dawns on you that she’s genuinely not coming.
“Don’t keep us waiting!” You hear the unmistakable sound of Jimin’s breathy laughter from the waiting area, “I’m dying to see what it looks like after those pictures you sent me! Aww no, what’s wrong little guy? Come to uncle Jimin…”
The plan is to drop Charlie off at Namjoon’s apartment after your dress fitting, the boutique you’ve chosen is closer to your office than his place so it makes the most sense to do it this way. As always Jimin is giggly as ever, happy to be around the bouncing bundle of joy and play the role of the doting uncle. Well, he’s not really his uncle – but heaven forbid anybody tell him that because he’ll set them straight. In his eyes there’s no doubt about it, he is uncle Jimin.
Lace clings to your curves and emphasises your waist, hugging your ass and proudly displaying your bare arms with a subtle amount of cleavage in the strapless gown. if it wasn’t for your glossy eyes staring back at you in the mirror you’d be smiling right now. The dress is perfect, absolutely perfect. You look like a vision, dare you say it maybe even like a floating angel as you gracefully saunter into the main waiting area wearing the gorgeous white gown.
“Oh my god.” Yuri gasps, her mouth agape.
“Y/N… You look…” Jimin is equally as awestricken, his heartfelt smile lights up the room as he bounces your nephew on his knee, covering his ears, “Holy shit Y/N. You look stunning.”
“Thank you.” You smile coyly, picking up the heavy skirt to stand on the white platform that centres the room.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin clocks your disappointment straight away, his crescent moon like eyes growing wider with concern when his fingers toy with his brunette locks, “Don’t you like it?”
“No I love it,” You reassure him, smoothing the heaps of material over your body to get a better look in the mirror, “I think this could be the one… I just wish my mum was here to see it too.”
Yuri deflates, her body language oozing empathy, “I’m sure she has a good reason—"
“Nah fuck her.” Jimin scoffs unapologetically, “It’s her loss, her youngest daughter is getting married you’d think she wouldn’t forget something as important as this. I know she’s your mum but I stand by what I said. Fuck her.”
“Jimin…” Yuri scolds him with shocked features.
“No he’s right… You would’ve thought she’d be a bit more excited about this.” You sigh, trying to keep it together for the sake of everybody in the room.
Your best friend puts Charlie back into his car seat, fixing the clasp and giving him a dummy to keep him occupied before making his way over to the podium. Standing proudly beside you, you have to admit he does look a little humorous wearing blue jeans and a grey t shirt next to a bride to be in the mirror. But that doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arm over your shoulders, soothingly rubbing your bare skin.
“You’re perfect. Look at you…” A smile with the radiance of ten thousand suns tugs his lips.
“It’s not too much?” You alter your pose, trying to catch a glimpse of every angle.
Jimin chuckles, grabbing the small of your waist to spin you in place, “No, it’s just right. Jungkook is a lucky guy, imagine being able to call the most beautiful woman in the world your wife.”
“Mmm,” You snort at his sudden affection, “Yknow that’s a common opinion lately.”
“Oh? Some guy been hitting on you or something?” He asks while rearranging the material of your train, sighing contently when he’s smoothed out the wrinkles, “Do I need to beat someone’s ass? Better yet does Jungkook need to beat someone’s ass?”
“No, just Taehyung being the flirtatious gentleman he is and drunkenly telling me how lucky his best friend is.”
Jimin brings a palm to his mouth, a not-so-successful attempt to stifle his laugher, “He said that? Bold of him to assume Jungkook won’t break his nose for being so forward with you.”
“It wasn’t like that, he was just being nice.” You defend his honour with a small shake of your head.
“Yeah yeah…” You don’t miss the way Yuri eats up the change of subject, giving that she has this insane conspiracy theory that Taehyung, your fiancé’s best friend, has the hots for you, “Just being nice my ass Y/N.” She snorts.
You tut playfully, “He’s like that with everybody honestly, I still need to introduce the two of you properly and you’ll see for yourself.”
“Y/N has a point,” Jimin interjects, still playing around with the fabric of your wedding dress, “The guy’s flirty as fuck at the best of times, never mind after a few drinks.”
“Exactly. Also stop swearing when Charlie’s around, I won’t tell you again.” Your shoulders bounce with silent giggles, this must be the millionth time you’ve scolded him for the self and same thing now.
“Sorry.” He grumbles with a smirk, “Anyway… I don’t think you’re gonna find a dress better than this one. You look perfect-, oh wow is that a pocket?”
“Mhm, I noticed that too… It’s well hidden right?”
“Yeah you can’t tell from the outside at all, so handy.” He nods, further inspecting the garment when he shoves his hand into it, “Perfect for sneaking booze on the big day. Or your phone, pretty sure you could fit a vibrator in here if you really wanted to…”
“I don’t want to.” You snort, jokingly shoving him off the podium, “I hope to be having sex with my new husband that night, not a vibrator.”
Your best friend’s head kicks back with booming laughter when he sits down, taking at least forty pictures of you, “Why not both? You guys are freaks.”
Yuri claps excitedly, “He’s right Y/N… I mean about the dress, I don’t want to know what you and Jungkook get up to behind closed doors... You do look unreal, you need to buy it before somebody else does.” You welcome the conversational change, knowing all too well that you and Jimin would get carried away talking about salacious activities all night if Yuri wasn’t here to put a stop to it.
“Mmm…” You ponder, you do love this dress almost as much as the man you’re marrying, but you still want your mother to see it before you commit to buying it, “Ah I don’t know… I really want my mum’s opinion before I buy a dress.”
“Let’s rearrange another fitting then?” Jimin nods, completely understanding your predicament like he always does. “I’ll drag her here myself if I have to because you need this dress.”
You’re admiring your reflection when you smile contently, “I think you’re right, it’s not gonna get much better than this.”
--
Jungkook scans the apartment upon arrival, noticing your figure on the sofa with your eyes glued to your laptop. You’re so busy trying to catch up with work that you don’t even feel his presence behind you, his inked fingers covering your eyes and blocking your vision.
“What’re you up to?”
“Erm…” You feign a deep thought after you jump, loosely gripping his wrists, “Just catching up with work, well I was before you blinded me.” You chuckle, pulling his hands down to pepper them with tiny kisses.
At this Jungkook snorts, climbing over the back of the sofa as if it’s nothing to sit next to you, “No Charlie tonight?”
You shake your head, gaze fixed to the screen in front of you full of numbers and people’s contact information, “Dropped him off at Joon’s after the fitting.”
“Ah, how’d it go? You find your dress yet?”
“I think so.” You smile brightly, turning to face him, “I’m almost done with this by the way, I’ll be all yours in like… thirty minutes.”
“You work too hard these days,” He kisses your shoulder before standing, “I’ll do dinner tonight then, what do you fancy? Besides me.”
Your head kicks back with a small giggle, “I’m not really hungry to be honest.”
“Still gotta eat though baby, I’ll fix us something small while you finish work.”
You watch your fiancé head into the kitchen, ogling the way his back muscles flex beneath his blue fitted shirt a little too long to be considered a coincidence. As always he looks impeccable, dark hair slicked back save for one tiny strand that rests against his forehead. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, flaunting his intricate body art and expensive Rolex.
“Sooo… how was the fitting? Did your mom cry?” He chuckles in the midst of banging pots and pans and glassware around in the other room.
“Actually she didn’t come.” You sigh, still debating whether or not to message her and ask why she couldn’t make it, “Was just me, Jimin and Yuri.”
The silence is sudden and thick, you know he’s probably just as disappointed as you with your mother and doesn’t know what to say to comfort you. It’s okay though, it gives you some time to gather your thoughts and input the correct data into the spreadsheet you’re working on. When you graduated business school you knew that this field of work would be time consuming and somewhat difficult. Maybe it’s because you’re worn out, or maybe you’re just having an off day, but for whatever reason you can’t bring yourself to fully concentrate on the task at hand.
“Did you at least get a picture of the dress to show her?” Is what Kook settles for, you can’t see him right now but you know he’s probably shaking his head in disbelief that your own mother didn’t go to your wedding dress fitting.
“Yeah Jimin took like fifty… Plus I’ve scheduled another fitting so she can see it in the flesh before I buy it.”
“Mmm, good idea. How much is it?”
“None of your business.” You laugh to yourself, “I told you already I’m paying for my own dress you don’t need to worry about it.”
“Fine, fine, just trying to lessen your burden and be a good husband but whatever…” He sighs defeatedly, but something tells you this won’t be the end of it, “Can I see a picture of it?”
This gets your attention. You give up with work and save the document before shutting your laptop. “First of all you aren’t my husband yet, and secondly it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding and you know it is.”
“Didn’t realise you were superstitious… Does it really count if it’s just a picture though?” He hums, completely unaware of you presence in the room. You sneak up behind him, covering his eyes with your manicured hands.
“What’re you up to?” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his muscular back. Fuck, he smells like expensive cologne with the faintest hint of warm vanilla.
At this Jungkook removes your hands, playfully taking them between his teeth and biting them, “Trying to cook us some dinner… Except I don’t know what I’m doing.” He scoffs, obviously ashamed of himself, “Is instant ramen okay? Actually do we even have instant ramen? I can’t remember the last time we went grocery shopping.”
“You know in all the time we’ve been living together I’ve seen you use this kitchen like… twice.” You snort, and he turns in place to look down at you with disapproving hooded eyes.
“Does fucking in the kitchen count as using it?” His brow quirks, smirk plastered on his handsome face, “Because if it does I think we both know I’ve definitely used it more than twice.”
Snaking your hands up to his body you drape them round his neck, pulling him closer, “Wanna use it one more time?” You mirror his smirk, toying with the dark hairs at the nape of his neck.
A deep, throaty chuckle rattles his chest before he grips the back of your thighs and plants you onto the kitchen island. “You… are something else.” He whispers, crashing his lips to yours in a series of frenzied, messy kisses that make your head spin.
“Shit, feels like we haven’t done this in ages.” He pants, breath hot against your mouth while you get to work unbuttoning his shirt. He’s right, you haven’t had sex in almost a week and your bodies already crave each other from every little touch.
“I know…” You moan, throwing your head back in bliss when he expertly removes your shirt and bra and begins tweaking your sensitive nipples, “Fuck… Jungkook please, no teasing tonight. I need you now.”
Dipping his head to your chest he takes one bud between his lips and sucks harshly, groaning against your skin when you cup the huge bulge in his trousers. It’s desperate, it’s rushed, it’s messy and it’s hot. Nearly seven days of pent up frustration stains the air, you’ve been so stressed recently that you allow yourself to be completely consumed by the sexiest man you know, quickly freeing his length from his clothes.
“Baby… You’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.” He murmurs, snapping his head back to yours, tongue sliding past your lips with urgency. One hand tugs the hair at your scalp, pulling your head back to give him easier access. The other hand kneads your breast with so much pressure you’re certain you’ll be bruised tomorrow.
“Fuck… Jungkook please, fuck me.” You mewl, hands flying up to his neck to bring him impossibly closer.
He wastes no time in grabbing the waistband of your sweats, urging you to lift up slightly before he drags them off your legs and throws them to the ground. His cock looks painfully hard, it feels painfully hard when you begin to pump the shaft, fuelled by nothing but the desire to have him now. His unbuttoned dress shirt hangs loosely from his frame, drawing more attention to his toned and taught abdomen that tenses beneath your ministrations. He’s a whimpering wreck, as are you, both so fucking desperate to feel each other in every way possible.
“You’re so fucking sexy Y/N… And all mine.” He swallows your moans, dropping a hand to your core he roughly rubs his palm to your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god-,” You hiss, hips buckling up to meet his hand, “Right there, fuck yes…”
“Right here?” He takes your lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but in this moment you can’t bring yourself to care. His palm presses down on your clit even harder, your thighs are already jolting and jumping from the oversensitivity, “Use your words.”
“Right there!” You nod frantically, the slick between your folds spilling out onto the countertop with every movement he makes.
“I’ve missed seeing you like this…” He hisses when you cup his balls, eyes squeezed shut with his sharp jaw hanging open, “So fucking sexy, nothing compares to how you look right now.”
“Ahh-,” You whine, marking the flesh of his neck with harsh sucks and open-mouthed kisses, “Shit... Keep going… Don’t stop.”
In one swift display of brute strength Jungkook lifts you from the kitchen island, turns your back to his sweat-beaded chest and bends you over the surface. The countertop is cool against your naked body, you almost complain at the loss of contact but before you have chance your fiancé brings his palm down to the fat of your ass cheek in a loud, stinging slap that pierces the atmosphere.
“You’re not coming just yet baby.” He delivers another ruthless slap, squeezing the pain away once he’s done, “I need you to come around my cock tonight.”
“Then fuck me…” You pant against the kitchen side, “Please…”
Within seconds he’s slammed every hard inch of himself into your sopping walls, until the crown of him smacks against your cervix. A guttural moan tears from his throat at the sensation of your wet pussy welcoming him, squeezing him in the most sinful way. You gasp, feeling so unbearably stuffed, almost like you’re about to split open any second.
“Jungkook!” Your mouth hangs open in a silent ‘o’, hands knocking everything off the surface you’re bent over when you scramble to support your weight.
With one hand digging into your hip hard enough to shatter bones, and the other pushing your face against the worktop he pounds you hard. So hard that you’re blubbering from his huge size, but he doesn’t let up, no, his thick member assaults your hole so vigorously, so dangerously rough each time he pulls back and rams himself back in. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the penthouse, along with grunted profanities from the man snapping his pelvis to your ass so hard that your legs already feel like jelly.
“Baby…” The pet name slips out of his lips despite the fact he’s biting down on them hard, brows furrowed with pleasure when the hand on your head starts to explore the length of your spine, “Such a good fucking girl for me, hm?”
Unable to muster coherent words you nod in agreement, but that does nothing save for earning you another harsh spank to your ass. You’re sure you hear him chuckle from behind, the sound almost goes unnoticed between the squelching and banging noises between your hot bodies.
“Yes!” You scream, the coil that lies in the depths of your stomach tightening with each and every thrust into you, “I’m-, I’m close.”
“Already?” He says with a smirk, snaking his spanking hand round your front to rub messy patterns against your throbbing clit, “Go on, come all over my cock. Show me how good it feels.” He huffs.
“Ohhh-,” You knock something else off the countertop, by the sounds of it it was a glass that’s now shattered on the ground, “Oh my god…” You’re shrieking from equal parts pain and pleasure, abdomen hot and tight with a flame that threatens to ignite at any moment.
“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Jungkook groans when your walls tighten around him, your orgasm fast approaching, “Tell me how much you like it.” He manages to choke out between hisses and grunts.
“So-, sooo much…” Your head is spinning, body jolting up and down the surface with every hard slam of his hips. But it’s the way he speeds up rubbing your clit, so agonisingly fast that your orgasm hits you without much more of a warning, “I’m gonna—” Your own obscene moans cut you off, your walls contracting and squeezing Jungkook’s length when you come.
“Fuck!” Both his hands find your hips, dragging your limp body back to his cock as though it wasn’t deep inside you enough already, “You’re gonna make me come… Shit, shit, shit—”
You’re sobbing, body aching and bruised but you’ve never known a relief like it. It’s after ten, maybe eleven more hard pounds to your pussy that your fiancé’s own orgasm hits him harder than a tonne of bricks. He bottoms out, shoving every centimetre of himself deep into you with a husky groan that sounds borderline animalistic when he fills you with come.
It’s a good job he’s behind you because when the tip of him presses against your cervix again your knees finally give way and buckle. He catches you effortlessly, breaking your fall before it happens. The sound of heavy breathing fades into white noise as you revel in the sinful ecstasy enveloping your naked body. You’re so utterly fucked out that you don’t hear Jungkook speaking to you, not until he’s pulling your body up to his chest and turning it to face him.
“Mind the glass…” He repeats with an exhale in a low voice, pressing his damp forehead to yours. When you don’t respond he chuckles, “Earth to Y/N… Are you okay?”
You nod, still trying to steady your breathing, “Mmm, I’m-, I’m fine…”
“Sorry if I went too far, you should’ve said—”
“You didn’t.” You reassure him immediately, draping your hands round his neck, “Promise me that when we’re married you’ll still fuck me like that.”
“Oh that’s a done deal.” His white teeth almost clink against yours when he kisses you, his lips gentle and soft.
There’s something so intimate about having someone wash you. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook brushes the soapy sponge against your skin in the shower, or maybe it’s simply the fact that he’s that also naked in the shower with you. Whatever the reason, you find it difficult to imagine ever loving him more than you do in this moment. Fuck, how did you get so lucky? Once you’re both dressed, well barely, you’re wearing nothing other than one of your fiancé’s oversized t shirts. He's wearing grey sweatpants that hang a little low on his hips… You follow him into the kitchen on shaky legs, having worked up quite the appetite.
“Oh hey Tae, when did you get here?” Jungkook looks equally as surprised as you, his best friend’s feline eyes are comically wide with concern at all the smashed glassware and dishes that scatter the floor.
Taehyung must’ve come here straight from the gym, his damp purple workout clothes a clear giveaway. He’s frowning, gesturing to the mess you’ve made with his large hands, “What the fuck happened in here? Did you guys get into a fight?”
“Not quite.” Jungkook clears his throat, tonguing his cheek before sharing a knowing look with you that makes you blush. “Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. Everything okay?”
You don’t miss the realisation that washes over Taehyung, his eyes flickering to you before the Adam’s apple in his throat bobs somewhat uncomfortably, “I-, yeah everything’s fine… I just came by to let you know that Ruth’s legal team got in touch with me.”
“Wait, what?” Your legs almost give way again but you manage to steady yourself, something else that doesn’t seem to go a miss by the now very awkward looking attorney.
“So you were right, she got out tonight.” He doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes bore into his best friend who visibly tenses at his words, “She’s with her parents now.”
“You told him?” You’re next to look at Jungkook, confusion and disappointment blanketing your features.
“I-,” He doesn’t try to defend his honour, instead he shakes his head softly with a guilt-ridden expression, “I’m sorry baby, I was drunk and in my defence Tae did say he wouldn’t say anything…” If looks could kill, Taehyung would’ve been shot to the ground that very moment.
Your brows raise, “That’s not really a good defence Kook…”
“I know, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N it just slipped out in conversation.”
Taehyung sighs from across the room, eyes locked on to your frame, “Shit Y/N I’m sorry… I-, he did ask me not to-, yknow what I’m just gonna leave you guys to it. I hope you’re okay... I’m really sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise for anything Tae,” A puff of unamused air comes from your nostrils when your stare finds your fiancé looking akin to a deer caught in headlights, “I’m gonna go to bed.”
Jungkook makes his way over to you, “Baby I’m so sorry… Don’t go to bed yet you still need to eat something.”
“Goodnight Jungkook.” Your tone is a little harsher than intended when you turn on your heel, and so you soften your next words, “I’ll see you later Taehyung.”
When you make it to the bedroom you close the door behind you, you’re certain you hear Taehyung apologising to Jungkook again and again as well as the sound of someone cleaning the kitchen. But none of that matters now… You climb into bed and angry tears cloud your vision, so that’s why your mother couldn’t make it today.
Ruth is back. But more importantly, Charlie’s mother is back.
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l1nghuarchive · 1 year
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hello!!! I wish u luck on starting up ur blog! :) being the absolute heizou and kazuha simp I am, may I request them with a sick reader? <3
WEE ONG TYSM FOR REQUESTING AAA YOU DIDNT PUT A GENDER SO I HOPE GN IS OK FOR YOU!! (i wrote this while i was taking the bus home, sorry if there are any spelling errors !)
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Pairing : Kazuha && Heizou x reader
Type : hcs
Warnings : n/a
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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA
• Being the kind hearted person Kazuha is, he'll make sure to take care of you perhaps even stay back behind to take care of you if you are part of the crux!!
• As a wandering samurai, im pretty sure he has to take care of himself a lot before he had met Beidou so he is quite and expert when dealing with simple symptoms of sickness. If it's a high fever, he'll go to Baizhu to get medication and feed it to you! <3
• If you are very conscious about getting him sick even if he says it's okay, he'll write little poems for you and even draw a small doodle of himself as well as leaves! (ps. His drawing skills aren't really good but his words in his poems definitely make up for it!!)
• "Kazuha , these are uh really nice hearts that you drew..!" "My dove, it meant to be leaves.. But if you think it's a heart then it can be as well."
• Kazuha may seem like a rather calm person outside but he is interanally panicking inside if he is doing enough since he is scared that your health would get worse because he isn't taking good care of you.
• If you're symptoms tend to get worse, please reassure him it isn't his fault or he might actually start panicking and trying a bunch of medicine that he learnt on his travels that he thinks might help.
• Overall, Kazuha really someone who would stay by your side even if he isn't a professional doctor he is really genuine of taking care of you <3
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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU
• The best detactive Heizou is almost never called in on a sick day, after all missing one day could mean missing a lot of clues and cases he might find interesting.
• Now when he heard you were unwell, let's just say he doesn't really know how to take care of you </3 and he may or may not have fed you the wrong medicine..
• "Heizou, i think that is the medicine if I'm having if im having problems with.. Releasing gas." "Oh." (you told him that when he just fed you a spoon full of it, you had problems with your stomach a few days later after you got better..)
• Heizou would definitely try to cuddle with you in bed if you are having a headache or having trouble sleeping, of course while you're asleep he might try to think of ways to help you feel better faster. He hates to see you lying in bed all day since he wants you to go on many cases with him all around inazuma!
• He'll try to crack some jokes while you're in bed to keep you entertained while you're recovering. (his jokes are kinda stolen off from google but the fact they are overused makes it funny LMAO)
• Unlike Kazuha who is a wandering Samurai, being a detective requires a lot of time so Heizou always has to leave very early in the morning so he can come back earlier to take care of you though do expect a little note with a few puns and overused jokes next to your nightstand.
• Once you've gotten better, Heizou might have to work extra hours because he did runaway from the tenryou commission to take care of you do if he arrives home late please do welcome him with a hug <3
• Heizou might not be the best at taking care of you but he is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure you're healthy and happy <3
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Tysm for requesting, i hope you liked this and sorry if it is ooc! </3
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laalaaliaa · 1 year
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Hello!! Can I pls order some titans x teen! Reader angst to go? Here's what I was thinking;
You've also been wearing a lot of baggy clothes with long sleeves lately which had only caused more concern. They've all tried to talk to you individually but you'd always managed to walk away without saying a word about it.
You have not been eating enough lately and it was starting to concern them. And not only that, but you've been drowning yourself in work these last few months. You have deep bags under your eyes from lack of sleep, too.
At this point, they were fed up with it, so they all had a private meeting while you were gone. They all agreed to talk to you about it at the same time (to make sure u dont escape again).
You ended up having a panic attack when they talked to you and they tried their best to calm you down. And in the end it all worked out.
Have a good day!
“I’m drowning”
you’re drowning, and you just can’t help it
titans x gn!teen!reader
warnings: angsty, panic attack, mental health issues
proofread? probably not ☹
“Y/N, it’s eighty degrees outside.” Dick practically scolded, his short sleeve shirt mocking you as he eyed you warily. It was hot, burning hot in fact, and with the tower A/C being blown out, it made matters worse. You licked your cracked lips, a lie faintly popping in your mind, before you opened your mouth, “All my laundry is dirty.” Dick skipped past your statement, scooting past you as he opened the fridge, his head buried in it as he spoke, “You hungry?”
“No, I just ate, besides duty calls.” You joked lightly before making a swift exit from the kitchen, and leaving Dick incredibly confused. Your days had been filled with quick excuses, and quick exits. Sooner or later they’d find out, but you gladly preferred later. After your escape, you found yourself in the one place you always remained, your bedroom. It became a nest where you did everything, well a majority of things.
You fell on the bed, the laptop your were gifted by Kori already perched up as you began to continue where you left off. Seconds, minutes, and hours passed before you eventually yanked your eyes off the screen, a faint grumble in your stomach made you shift uncomfortably, causing you to unwillingly stand from the bed as you tiptoed out the bedroom and towards the kitchen. A small smile was already on your face as you heard the laughter of Jason and Gar, presumably Rachel in tow.
“Y/N, you’ve got to try this dish Kori made.” Gar suggested once you came into visible view of the three of them. You shook your head kindly, your smile widening at the gentle expression Gar wore. “Thanks Gar, but I’ll just stick to a light snack.” You insisted, causing him to stare at you curiously before he shrugged, mumbling ‘more for me’ as he dug into the dish. Rachel eyed him incredulously, slapping the back of his head with a firm expression, before she glanced your way.
“There��s enough for the four of us, please Y/N, just try a little?” She pressed once more, a plate already in her hands before you could protest. Maybe a little bite wouldn’t hurt? So with a soft sigh and and a gentle smile you took the filled plate, settling down at the island with the three teens. The dish looked incredible, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty when you pushed it away in three bites. Jason looked up at you at the sound of the plate, his brows furrowed as he spoke with a filled mouth, “Are yew already fimished?”
You nodded with a weak smile, rubbing your belly in a full motion as you slyly lied your way out of confrontation, “I ate earlier with Dick, but it was amazing.” You complimented, scooting your chair back to stand, only for the chair to sweep you back onto your butt, and a firm hand to land on your shoulder. “If I recall, you declined my offer.” Dick’s sleek voice flew into your ears, causing you to tense under his touch. “Y/N, what’s going on with you?” Kori asked in a worrisome manner, her arms crossed as you finally caught her in your peripheral vision.
You felt your throat tighten slightly, their heavy gazes weighing you down and making you feel sick. “We had a talk earlier, while you were hauled in your room,” Kori started, settling in the empty chair beside you, “We just wanna know what’s going on.” She reassured as you stretched your tensed shoulders slightly, the feel of Dick’s hand long gone, but his presence beside you frightening. You felt mute, unable to speak, as if everything you learned as a child up until now, wiped away from your memory.
“Y/N,” This time it was Rachel who stole your attention, her sickening sweet voice, filled with sympathy and guilt lulling you deep into your mind. “We don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to us—to me at least.” She finished with a frown, causing you to frown yourself as you shrugged. “I’m perfectly fine, what’s with all these questions.” The words slipping off your tongue as your faux naivety tried to slip under all of them. “You barely eat, you barely sleep, and you’re working yourself to death Y/N, tell the truth.” Dick pressed, and suddenly you couldn’t help but feel exposed to everyone.
The table was silent, the silence was sickening, as if it were crudely mocking you underneath their penetrating gazes. Your hands balled up beside you, the warmth from your sweater overwhelming you, and the temptation to itch at the material pressed against your arms sickening as well. Before you knew it, your breathing came to a halt, your eyes unable to zero in on everything around you, causing you to jump from one person, to the other. Kori was first to realize, causing her to embrace your hands gently, as if not to startle you.
“Y/N, breathe.” She reminded, doing the action herself as if she were teaching a toddler. In. Out. In. Out. You slowly caught her gist, air finally filling your burning lungs as you stared into her eyes, her eyes filled with a gentleness that lulled you somewhat. Your heart was beating, causing a clamy hand of yours to rest above it, the rhythm quick and alarming as you tried to slow it yourself. To no avail, you could only focus on Kori’s breathing, in hopes that by the end, you’d still be breathing.
Minutes passed, and with Dick’s comforting hand rubbing circles on your back, and Kori’s guided breathing, they were able to pull you out of the chaos your brain created. Your heart was slowed, at a normal pace and you could finally breathe normally again. You couldn’t help the tears that slipped down your cheeks before burying your face into Kori’s neck, her embrace comforting as she rubbed your arms gently, comforting each scar. Once you pulled away, you grew the courage to look at each Titan.
They didn’t look at you pitifully, they held reassuring looks on their faces, causing you to stifle yet another sob as you spoke, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, causing Rachel to shake her head and for Gar’s gentle voice to reassure you, “Don’t apologize Y/N, just—trust us enough please.” You could only nod at that, laughing weakly as you wiped away your tears.
“Thank you.” You spoke gingerly, a weak smile on your face as you eyed them all gratefully.
Jason was quick to follow up with a shrug, “That’s what family is for.”
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skippydiesposting · 1 year
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okay jfc I have to write a post about why the idea of "intuitive eating" rubs me the wrong way as a solution to eating disorders
not saying that it can't be a helpful tool in getting people back in touch with their bodies and unlearning certain lessons of diet culture, but I think it still enforces the societal harm that is weight stigma and discrimination. Here's why:
1. Intuitive eating still moralizes food in a hugely uncomfortable way. The whole basis of intuitive eating is centered on the idea that "if you let yourself eat the 'bad food', eventually you will start to crave the 'good food'!"
There are no bad or good foods. They are all just food. The food you eat in your everyday life is not medicine, nor is it poison, no matter what food it is. Your body needs sugar. Your body needs carbs. Your body needs fats. It's just food. It's just a way to get nutrients into your body. There's no wrong way to eat.
2. Intuitive eating still moralizes body size and implies that thinness is the correct goal. One aspect of intuitive eating is the sometimes unspoken implication that "once you learn how to eat correctly, you might not lose weight...but maybe you will, which would be great!"
In practice this is still praising weight loss, even if it's unintentional weight loss rather than intentional. It still gives the message that thinness is superior to fatness, and that thinness is a healthy ideal to strive for. Like this essay says, "Celebrating weight loss, even when it is a result of intuitive eating and having more compassion for your body, is still a commitment to thinness and still perpetuates fatphobia and diet culture."
3. Intuitive eating puts too much emphasis on hunger and hunger cues. There's the idea that once you "learn how to eat better", your hunger cues will fall into place and you'll "only eat when you're actually hungry". But guess what? You need to eat even if you're not hungry.
There are so many people who no longer, or might have never had, completely functioning satiety signals. People who have spent so long doing dieting or restrictive eating or battling eating disorders, but also people who suffer from illness or chronic disabilities which might affect the regulation of hunger cues. Some people will never feel hungry. But they still need to eat.
I've heard far too many people say that they don't eat breakfast/lunch/et cetera because they aren't hungry in the morning. As someone with a form of dysautonomia who becomes completely nonfunctional if I don't eat frequently, this attitude gets under my skin. Food is not about desire--or not entirely, as I'll get to later in the post--or about what you want to do. Food is crucial, full stop, no matter what.
I think the fatphobic myth that weight is tied to health and is something that can be controlled has created this idea of food as something optional, something that is purely driven by desire. Diet culture has made us believe that eating is simultaneously an Evil™ force that can control you and take over your body while simultaneously praising behavior of restriction, and at its heart restriction is about choice. Eating is not a choice. Eating is an entirely mandatory, necessary part of life, the same way that sleeping is. It's regulatory. It keeps you alive. The best thing you can do for your body is eat regularly and consistently.
Sometimes it's really fucking hard to eat when you don't have an appetite, or when you're nauseous. I completely understand that. Just like it's really fucking hard to sleep when you have insomnia. But you still have to do it. Eating is not optional; it's not something you do when you want to. It needs to happen regularly, every day. It's a very basic part of being a human being with a body, and no matter the state of that body, it needs to be fed.
You don't need to feel hungry to eat. Some people will never feel hungry, and they still need to eat. And it's also okay to eat without hunger, even if your basic needs of satiation and nutrition have been met. This leads me to my next point:
4. Intuitive eating puts too much emphasis on "mindful" eating. By continuing to constantly monitor and overthink your own eating behavior, it becomes a chore; it becomes a pattern of overattention and scrupulousity; it becomes something moralized, the same way that it is moralized in diet culture.
By all means, we should all try to be more mindful and intentional in our lives. But eating is just a basic fact of life. We don't consider whether we're "mindfully" sleeping, or "mindfully" taking a shower. Eating is just a part of your day, just something you need to do, and I don't think we have to focus every moment of our attention thinking about what food is wrong or right to be eating, or how we're eating it. In fact, I think everyone deserves to be mindless sometimes: everyone deserves to zone out in front of the TV, or get sucked into a video game. And that includes mindlessly eating.
In addition to being something basic and mandatory about having a human body, eating is one of the great pleasures of life, like sex or sleep. And like those things, it's completely fine if you just want to snack! For no other reason besides desire! In absence of hunger or satiety, eating can be something completely neutral and comforting. Eating can be a form of stimming for sensory seeking people; it can be fun; it can be used as a way of connecting other people. In fact, eating with other people is one of the things that induces oxytocin--known as the "love hormone"--in our brains, along with sex, childbirth, lactation, and singing with other people.
Telling people to be "mindful" when eating has the same flavor as the ways we treat drugs or alcohol in our society: "drink responsibly". "Eat mindfully". As if food is actually something that could harm us, rather than simply being the nutrients that keep us alive.
I really don't think that teaching people to overthink their food choices or behaviors is going to help anyone. Instead it needs to be clear that there are no morals attached to eating, nor the foods themselves. Eat when you need to. And also, eat when you want to. Eat for fun, for connection with other people, for pleasure, for sensory stimulation. Eat without thinking about it. That's the only way you can normalize it.
You don't need to eat in the "right way". There is no "right way". You just need to eat.
ALSO: this is meant for everybody, not just people who struggle with eating disorders or have been harmed by diet culture, but this is ESPECIALLY for fat people. Fat people are shamed constantly for the extremely natural and necessary practice of eating regardless of their actual eating habits, and I fully believe that unless we center fat people and their experiences in the anti-diet conversation, we will be trapped in the same horror of moralizing bodies, food, and basic humans needs that we have been for centuries.
YOU ARE ALLOWED TO EAT. No matter what.
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delicioussshame · 4 months
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Look, sometimes you need to write shit with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It's set in the AU where SY is sleeping with both father and son and it's vaguely D/s TLJ/SY porn. Do with that what you will.
Shen Yuan should have pulled a “Not tonight, I have a headache.” He’s in no shape to handle anyone tonight, not with Binghe having taken advantage, taken all of the advantages, of his father’s business trip so thoroughly, probably to stop Shen Yuan from doing exactly what he’s doing right now. What Shen Yuan needs is a week of uninterrupted sleep by himself to restore his strength, his health and his sanity. It’s what he told Binghe when he left his boyfriend’s apartment. 
But Tianlang-Jun had called the next day, fresh off the plane, not even bothering to hide how much he’d missed Shen Yuan, and he had found himself unable to say no to Tianlang-Jun’s very suggestive tone. Acquiescing to whatever Tianlang-Jun demanded of him was second nature by now.
So Shen Yuan had said yes, he’d be right there, and so here he is, with Tianlang-Jun’s tongue in his mouth and his hands down the back of his pants. It shouldn’t be possible for Shen Yuan to light up like this, to burn like, like he was Tianlang-Jun, eager to put behind him three weeks of abstinence. Shen Yuan hasn’t even enjoyed a full twenty-four hours of it yet! Still, he twists under Tianlang-Jun’s touch like his sore body wasn’t protesting, like it wasn’t dreading the path those hands seemed intent on following.
Shen Yuan desperately curses biology. Did both of them need to be that well endowed? They didn’t even have the decency to have something they needed to compensate for! He has no idea how to tell Tianlang-Jun that he’s too sore for a proper welcome. It’s not like he can build a proper argument when he’s like this. Tianlang-Jun will laugh out any attempt at resistance, will talk circles around him until he’s begging to be fucked, having forgotten everything but the need he was being fed. After all, he said yes.
He’s doomed. He has to accept he won’t be able to leave the bed tomorrow.
Might as well enjoy it as best he can.
So Shen Yuan doesn’t protest when Tianlang-Jun removes their clothes with a bit too much haste, a lack of control uncharacteristic of him. Any other time, Shen Yuan might be amused. He might dare to tease, knowing it would result in him being put in his place and relishing every moment of it.
Tonight, he knows better. He can’t afford the extra workout. It’ll take all he has to come out of the tamest version of their usual encounters in one piece. He prefers to remain pliant, to be as good as Tianlang-Jun wants him to be, so that he’ll be rewarded and, hopefully, taken cared of properly.
His breathing is ragged by the time Tianlang-Jun’s finger finds his opening, but all the desire in the world can’t stop him from wincing.
Tianlang-Jun stops at once.
Shen Yuan also freezes.
When Tianlang-Jun tries again, Shen Yuan manages to hold back the exclamation of pain.
He cannot, however, stop himself from tensing.
Gone are Tianlang-Jun’s dulcet tones. “I see my son has kept you busy.”
It is utterly ridiculous that Shen Yuan still isn’t immune, but it is what it is; he can’t help blushing bright red at Tianlang-Jun acknowledging Shen Yuan and his own son’s sex life. He’s not the one related to either of them, how come he’s the most embarrassed by it! If he had the power to impose anything on them, he would forbid both his lovers from even thinking about the other during sex.
He tries to get himself back together long enough to answer. “Did you expect anything else?”
Tianlang-Jun sighs, his voice softening. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have. You, however, should not have let me get away with it. I have no desire to hurt you.”
He knows that. He’s more than aware that for all of Tianlang-Jun’s pushing, he has his wellbeing at heart. He would never inflict pain when it could be avoided.
But. “I said yes.”
“You should not have felt obligated to.”
Did he? Is that why he said yes?
No. He said yes because Tianlang-Jun had the power to make him lose all reason. A power he and his son share.
Shen Yuan had been doomed from the start. “I didn’t.”
“Then why did you come in this shape, without even informing me?”
His cheeks are still burning. He wants to answer, instinctively want to respond to Tianlang-Jun’s kind but firm request in a way that would please him, but words die on his tongue before he can make it move. How could he explain what he can’t admit to himself?
Lips press against his, cutting off any potential response.
Shen Yuan leans into the excuse gratefully.
Tianlang-Jun’s eyes meet his, and Shen Yuan knows he doesn’t have to speak to be understood. The hands still resting on his ass change their trajectory to cup his cock, still hard despite the light pain of the intrusion.
This time, the sound Shen Yuan lets out is of another nature entirely.
He hides his face in the crook of Tianlang-Jun’s neck, hoping the sounds he’s making so close to his ear aren’t deafening.
He’d want to do better than this, to be more than a trembling mess barely able to hold himself together, only good for taking what he’s being given gratefully, but at the moment it takes all he has not to shatter in pieces under Tianlang-Jun’s hands. Not to falter from the mere brush of the man’s untouched erection against him, threatening and yet calling to him even in this state.
Tianlang-Jun pulls at him just so, and he’s the one breaking like a dam, like he had been waiting for an eternity for exactly this.
It takes him a few minutes to piece himself back together.
Tianlang-Jun holds him through it, his soiled hands a comforting weight on his back.
He wouldn’t call the weight of the cock straining against his thighs comforting, but it certainly is familiar.
Once he’s certain he has regained enough muscle coordination for it, he slides off Tianlang-Jun’s lap until he’s kneeling on the floor by the bed, his intent clear enough even before he licks his drying lips. He might be too sore to enjoy a proper fuck, but he can still offer his throat.
It is all it is; an offer. He has never been, nor would he want to be, the one making the choices here.
Nails brush lightly against his scalp before fingers curl around the back of his head, soft but unrelenting. Shen Yuan closes his eyes and opens up as wide as he can, welcoming the heavy weight on his tongue until the cock lodges itself all the way down the back of his throat.
At first, the mere idea he could manage this would have seemed laughable to him, but he was taught that with patience and the right guidance, very few things are impossible. He can now handle to the girth and length of his partners if he so wishes.
This, too, can be demanding, but Luo Binghe has spared him this, so it is easier to handle at the moment.
He breathes when he can, unmindful of the tears pearling in his eyes, and remains open and docile for his partner to use as he sees fit, mindlessly responding to each caress or soft-spoken word to please his partner just as he wants to be pleasured. He was trained to be good, and this is what he will be. Surely Tianlang-Jun deserves nothing less.
The grip on the back of his head tightens.
Hopefully, it will leave marks Shen Yuan will still be able to feel tomorrow.
He’s pushed deeper onto Tianlang-Jun’s cock, his taste turning saltier as more precome spills inside him. Shen Yuan readies himself for what he knows is coming, tightening his lips as much as he can to keep his master’s essence from escaping. He feels the warm skin pulse in his mouth before come fills him, leaving him with the deep satisfaction of knowing that even when tried and used, Shen Yuan can still be good, as he always should be.
Shen Yuan stays where he is, his lips still loosely wrapped around the head of Tianlang-Jun’s cock. For all that his body is tired, not ready for another round yet, his partner’s situation is very different. He knows the night is far from over. If Tianlang-Jun so wishes, in a few minutes Shen Yuan will once again take in as much of his partner’s cock as he is able to, until he feeds Shen Yuan his come once more. He doesn’t mind. He never has. Tianlang-Jun likes finding his limits and pushing past them until they’re completely obliterated. All Shen Yuan has to do is let him.
In another life, he might have complained. In this one, he sees no reason to. There is nothing as peaceful as these moments, where the world is simple and the path forward, clear. How could he say no to it?
So he ignores the strain in his knees and stays in place, ready to be useful when it is demanded of him.
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gerec · 8 months
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AU-gust 2023
6. Domestic Pairing(s): Cherik, Xavierine, Cherigan(?) Warnings: N/A
This is a little snippet from my Charles Xavier's Baby verse, where Charles' secondary mutation and poor life choices nets him a set of twins courtesy of Erik and Logan.
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By the time Charles and the girls are discharged, Raven has moved out and Erik and Logan have moved into the apartment. He feels bad about his sister leaving to accommodate his newly extended family, but also relieved that everything was sorted without any drama. They even have enough room to fit everyone somewhat comfortably, with Erik taking Raven’s old room and Logan decamped in the study-now-nursery, and the babies in their bassinets in Charles’ bedroom.
Even with three people it’s far from easy, especially the first few days back as they adjust to a new normal. Charles is still recuperating from his C-section and being confined to bed rest (not by the doctors but by Logan and Erik), while the other two do most of the feeding and changing. Thankfully, his secondary mutation hasn’t given him the ability to produce milk, so it’s doesn’t fall to Charles alone to ensure that the twins are fed every three hours.
Of the two newborns, Lorna is the more challenging one, difficult to settle and too easy to disturb. Laura by contrast sleeps for long stretches, and they have to actually wake her to give her the bottle. Because of that, Laura ends up mostly sleeping soundly by Charles’ bed, while Logan and Erik alternate shifts with Lorna in their arms, pacing the apartment to calm the fussy baby. None of the adults really get all that much sleep, though they figure out a system by the third day, when Charles insists on taking a shift, giving both Logan and Erik the chance to sleep longer than an hour or two at a time.
It helps too that Raven and Edie are both so eager to help, running errands for more supplies (Raven) and ensuring that the fridge is crammed full of ready to eat meals (Edie). They’re especially grateful to have Edie’s calming presence, providing information and giving advice to three bachelors who know next to nothing about babies. And she is over the moon to finally have grandchildren to love, doting on them equally and without reservation, uncaring that only one of the girls is biologically related to her.
Charles counts his blessings every day, that he’s surrounded by people who love the girls as much as he does, which is so much more than he ever thought possible.
Of course, it also means there are more people around to gang up on him, including his best friend Moira, who is kind enough to make house calls so they don’t have to make the trek to her office for checkups. She is happy with the girls’ weight gain and their health in general, and tell them all to keep up the good work. She is less supportive of Charles holing up in the apartment and not venturing outside, and suggests that he go out with Raven for lunch and a breath of fresh air. It’s more order than recommendation, and Charles finds himself bundled out the door by his co-parents with instructions not to return for at least two hours.
(He absolutely does NOT spend those two hours quietly obsessing about the babies, alternately relieved to be ‘Charles’ and not ‘new Dad to twins’ for a little while, and freaking out over the fact that this is the first time he he’s been away from Lorna and Laura since they were born.)
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“They’re not answering my texts, Raven! Why aren’t they answering my texts!”
“They’ve probably got their hands full taking care of the babies! Now put your phone down and finish your food!”
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Rationally, he knows the girls are perfectly fine; that they couldn’t be in better hands than they are with Erik and Logan. But he still worries all the rest of the way home, until he opens the door to the apartment and finds all four of them sprawled in the living room fast asleep. Quietly, he takes out his phone to snap a picture – Logan is sleeping on the couch with Lorna on his chest, while Laura is cuddled against a conked-out Erik on the leather recliner – and sends it to Raven, who replies immediately with:
Told you they were fine. Idiot.
He smiles, heart swelling at the perfect picture, realizing how much he loves them all…the girls of course, plus Erik. And Logan.  
Erik and Logan.
“Dammit,” he mutters under his breath, and resolutely puts that particular problem away to deal with another day.
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preg-lix · 5 months
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Beast in the Tower pt 16
I arranged our whole lives to take care of Harrow in those early weeks. My milk came in easily, thankfully, because he struggled to feed when he didnt feel well. Two days after he was born he broke out in a fever, too weak to even cry. I went crazy for those few days, not sleeping to watch him in the cradle by my bedside. Eventually the fever broke and he went back to crying, which I never thought I would be grateful for. But every loud warble was music to my ears because he was breathing well enough to make it.
I was exhausted, but my inconsiderate husband seemed to not need much, if any, sleep to be functional. I thought it was rude that he didnt, but I may still have been full of irrational emotions and horomones. I convinced my husband to press Harrow to my breast every couple of hours, even if I was asleep. Keeping him feeding was most important, to make sure he was strong enough fight his illness.
It was a long and distressful couple of weeks, but finally, finally, one morning I picked him up without him crying. He was awake, alert, and didnt seem to be in any distress. I cried with relief as he fed from me easily, with no fight or struggle. It took over a month, but he finally seemed better.
My husband looked relieved too, brushing a hand through his son's hair while he fed. His voice cracked. "You saved him."
I sniffled, shifting my bundle to a more comfortable sitting position. "It was more of a team effort, I think. You and the good Madame were invaluable."
He shook his head. "Look at him. It's you. You're breastmilk is helping him adjust, making him immune. It's why he wasnt sick when he was inside you. It's why none of my family survives. When the babies stop feeding they give up, or give them to wetnurses."
Realization at what he was saying hit me like a lead weight. "That's it, then? He just needs to... be taught how to exist here, through this?"
He nodded. "I think so. I think that's what helps."
I kissed him, Harrow pressed between us. "We're going to be okay. He's gonna be okay."
My husband sounded ready to cry. "I would have killed him. I would've had a nurse have him, to make it easier on us. To make it easier on you. If it was up to me, we wouldnt have a child."
He broke my heart to say such things, but I teased him to lighten the mood. "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm always right."
He laughed, kissing my head and then Harrow's. "I will have to assume that from now on, it seems."
The whole castle was relieved of longstanding tension. Indeed, I had never known it to be so lovely. My husband's being had long been lodged in the structure, and the blue stone and gold flecks had always been beautiful. But as more days went by and my health recovered from birth and our son remained healthy, it seemed to be brighter all the time, like a vivid but dark color getting bright sunbeams across it to reveal its true color. Everyone was relieved; I had been too occupied to notice it at the time, but Baron confessed that through my late pregnancy and the first weeks of Harrow's life, the whole land had curled in darkness at my husband's foul emotions. The castle, the neighboring towns, had all been full of rain and cloudy storms and even the far ocean shore had roiling seas. I reminded myself to ask my husband one day exactly how far his personhood stretched, and how much power he had precisely. But I was busy changing diapers and feeding my son to have philosophical conversations for a while.
Once everything really seemed to be okay, I completely crashed. I slept constantly, body stretched even thinner than just birthing had done to me. Thank the gods my sleepless husband was there to cradle our son in my absence, and prop me up in his arms to feed Harrow. For weeks more, I slept and ate and rocked my son to sleep and slept again. It was a strange relief, to give in to the exhaustion.
Eventually, I started to get my energy back. I woke earlier than I had been, and got up to feed Harrow myself. Walking around the corner to the nursery, I caught the sweetest sight I had ever witnessed.
My King of Shadows, bearer of the Dark Throne, was cooing at his son, perched in my breastfeeding chair. He looked comfortable, relaxed, at ease. He made sweet noises at Harrow, full of words of promise as though the infant could be bargained with. "I know you're hungry, little one. But let's let him sleep just a little more, hm? He's so tired from the little 'harrowing' you put him through, he deserves a break."
I snorted from the door way, leaning on the frame. It was the first time I ever managed to catch him by surprise, and he startled most adorably. "I think it's a bit early for you to be using terrible puns, befitting an old father."
His eyes softened. "We were bonding."
"I see that." I held my arms out. "Now hand over the baby."
He laughed and did so, pressing the little man into my arms. Harrow latched onto my breast swiftly. He had gotten me a couple times with his little sharp needles, but he was surprisingly good at not letting his teeth draw blood. He mostly used them to latch on better, which left me only a little more raw than expected. "Good morning sweet boy, and good breakfast."
My husband got up to let me sit in the chair instead, preparing to teleport. "Speaking of, a maid has left ours in the receiving room. I'll be right back."
While he was gone, I lounged sleepily in the overstuffed chair. Harrow hadnt grown much in those early weeks, but once he had antibodies for our atmosphere in him enough, his growth really took off. Madame Bree warned me babies would grow in the blink of an eye, but even by an orc's standards, he was shooting up quickly. If he were born a human size and judged by their ages, he easily would have passed for a six month baby, even though he barely broke two.
"Dont grow too quickly, sweetheart. I plan on keeping you with me for a long, long time."
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daddyy333 · 1 year
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Bad Boyfriend | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
Word count: 2.4k
warnings: Jamie’s a doodoo boyfriend, reader is insecure about if she’s a good girlfriend, Jamie lowk has an eating disorder? Jamie also isn’t sleeping much, uhhhh idk what else let me know
summary: Jamie hasn’t loved you the same for what feels like forever, and you’ve had enough
You sighed, leaving his little producing studio in the house you two shared with a full plate for the thousandth time in the last year or so. Jamie was stressing himself out too much, you knew it. Because of his new role in the Stranger things series he was overworking himself trying to be the best actor for this role.
It started as soon as he got the role, he was going crazy doing research and figuring out his character and then filming got shut down and it got worse. He was fully putting his everything into this character and then shooting started up again and you barely saw him anymore.
He’d literally practically spent an entire month on set once he started filming as Vecna in the suit and everything. He almost always fell asleep on the couch in his trailer or someone would have to drive him home because he was so exhausted. It was heartbreaking to see him going through that, you wished he would just give himself a break or ask the directors if there was any chance he could take a day or two off.
Whenever you’d tried visiting him on set, you spent more time with his cast mates than him because he was so busy. You felt hopeless and like your relationship wasn’t even real anymore. You genuinely can’t remember the last time he kissed you, hugged you, made love to you, or even touched you if we’re being honest.
He’d finished filming a few weeks ago, and you’d hoped that maybe he’d go back to being your boyfriend again but he still wasn’t sleeping, still wasn’t eating, still wasn’t really interacting with you and at this point you were starting to get concerned for his health. He was getting unhealthily skinny, and you could practically sense the exhaustion from a mile away.
He’d been holed up in his studio for the last couple weeks, working on music and really getting back into that groove. You’d made him breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday and you’d be lucky if he ate lunch and maybe a little bit of his dinner.
You set the plate down on the counter and tears filled your eyes, you wondered if maybe it was just you. Maybe he didn’t love you like he used to anymore and doesn’t know how to tell you. Maybe you should’ve tried harder, should’ve been a better girlfriend, should’ve tried to support him more.
You saved the leftovers like you always did, even though you’d end up throwing them away in a few days anyways. You blinked away your tears and washed dishes and cleaned up the kitchen as well. You fed your cat and headed upstairs, showering and getting ready for bed.
You made sure and said I love you and goodnight every night before bed, or you would text it and even if he didn’t reply (which he always did, but it never felt like he meant it) you at least knew you tried. Tonight though, you were done trying.
The last year and a half of your relationship has been completely one-sided, and you are just sick of fighting to keep this relationship going when he can’t be bothered to even look at you sometimes. You were too mentally drained to want to go downstairs and say goodnight to him, so you just didn’t.
It left you in tears, because you knew that there was nothing left between you two at this point. You’d love him till your last breath, but it seemed as though Jamie didn’t even care about you at all anymore. You cried yourself to sleep, staring at the promise ring on your hand, he promised, he fucking promised he’d always love you.
You got up the next morning and showered, and you couldn’t bear to look at the promise ring anymore without crying so you just took it off. That also made you want to cry, considering you’d never ever taken it off once since he gave it to you. You never had a reason to, and it was okay to be worn in the shwoer so you kept it on all the time. But the promise attached to that ring was long broken now, that ring only brought you pain now.
It was your anniversary today, your 5th anniversary of being together. On your 3rd anniversary he made you breakfast in bed and you celebrated beautifully with a little picnic and walked all around the city with each other, going to your favorite shops and just spending time with each other and made love most of that night. Last year, your 4th anniversary, he sent you breakfast, and took you on a dinner date and fell asleep in the car because he was so exhausted from filming. This year, well this year he forgot.
You went the whole day hoping he would at least come out and spend time with you. You had bought him a gift months ago, a new ring, just a simple one but with his and your initials engraved onto it.
You wanted to give it to him anyways, but wasn’t sure if you should. He probably wouldn’t even care. You kept the little box in your pocket all day, fiddling with it anxiously and thinking about you and Jamie.
“Why is your promise ring sitting on the bathroom counter?” He asked as he came downstairs, you were so zoned out you didn’t even remember him coming out of his studio at all. “I-I…I just wanted to clean my hands and I took off my jewelry. Must’ve forgotten to put it back on. I’m sorry” you said and stood up and walked towards him and tried to take it from him but he moved his hand away.
“You never take it off. I’ve seen you wash your hands before you always keep this ring on” he said and you sighed. You grabbed the ring from him and slipped it back on. “I’m sorry. It was just a fluke or something. Won’t happen again” you said and he took a deep breath.
“You also didn’t come in and say “I love you” last night. Are you upset with me?” He asked. You sighed shakily and said “no, babe. Everything’s fine” He could hear the shakiness in your voice and you knew you were about to cry and so did he.
“What’s wrong?” He asked and you looked away slightly, trying to fight the tears. You took a deep breath and said “nothing, I-I’m okay Jamie” “Y/n, you’re crying, obviously somethings wrong” he said and you sniffled.
“I just…do you even know what day it is?” You asked and he shrugged. He looked at his phone and said “Tuesday?” “No, Jamie…it’s our anniversary. And you fucking forgot. It’s not only that, it’s the fact that I don’t even know if we’re really even in a relationship anymore. For the better part of the last 2 years we’ve been growing apart more and more with every day that passes by and I can’t handle it anymore. When you got the stranger things role you dropped everything, including me, and put everything into the show. I know that acting is very demanding of you and is something you need to focus for but it’s like you don’t even care about me anymore! I tried to be supportive, I tried to understand-but I can’t! I can’t remember the last time you kissed me, or- o-or hugged me or the last time you even touched me and it’s frustrating. I cook you breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day and you don’t even look at it. I tried to get you to rest and relax for months and you didn’t care! You don’t appreciate anything I do anymore! This promise ring is nothing now, you broke it a long time ago. I cant keep fighting for our relationship, it’s so fucking one sided, at this point we’re just goddamn roommates. I miss my boyfriend, god damn it. I thought after filming I’d get him back but you’re still fucking avoiding me, you’re still not sleeping, you’re still not eating, you’re still stressing yourself the fuck out! I tried Jamie, I tried for over a year and I can’t anymore. It’s eating me up and ruining me inside. Happy goddamn anniversary” you snapped. You got up and threw the box with the ring in it at him, running upstairs.
He stood there in shock. Warm, salty tears ran down his face. He knew he’d been focused on working, but he really didn’t realize it was this bad. He couldn’t believe he forgot your anniversary, how could he?
Of course he cared about you, he was very much still in love with you. He couldn’t believe he made you feel this way, made you think he didn’t love you anymore.
He picked up the box and opened it, seeing the ring you had made for him. Why the hell would he ever screw this up? You were so good to him, so supportive, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He slowly made his way upstairs and knocked on the door, he could hear you crying softly on the other side.
“Please just leave me alone. You’ve managed just fine this entire time, now I’m asking for it” you said and he let out a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I just want to talk, please?” He begged and you opened the door hesitantly.
He sniffled and said “I’m sorry” “I’m sure you are, Jamie. But “I’m sorry” isn’t gonna make almost 2 years of being ignored go away. You have no idea how painful it’s been to watch you overwork yourself, and watch you wither away cause you won’t eat or sleep” you said and let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on the bed.
He still stood in the doorway, ashamed of what he’d done as he said “I-I know that…but there’s no words to excuse what I’ve done. I still love you like you wouldn’t believe, I never ever wanted to make you feel this way. I guess I just got too wrapped up in my work and it caused me to abandon the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but it did and the only thing I can do now is try to make it up to you”
You stayed silent a few moments burying your face into your knees whilst you cried as you had curled up against the headboard. “H-How do I know it won’t happen again? I can't go through this anymore, if I do it again it’ll break me” you said and he whimpered.
He moved inside the bedroom and sat in front of you, grabbing one of your hands softly. “I’ve done something I never ever thought I would do. I never thought I would hurt you this bad, I never wanted to. If you can give me a second chance I swear on my mother I’ll never, never ever let my ignorance cause you to hurt this badly ever again. I swear, if I had thought you were in even half as much pain I would’ve dropped everything for you. I’m so goddamn sorry, y/n” he said and you closed your eyes, more tears wanting to spill.
“As much as I’d like to pretend I don’t care about making this relationship work anymore, I really fucking do…I’m just- I-I’m scared” you said and he bit his lip, he really was the shittiest fucking boyfriend on the planet right now. You took the promise ring off and said “you have one more chance. Promise me you won’t ever do this to me again. If you do it’s over, and I’ll be outta here before you can even think about convincing me to stay”
“I promise” he whispered softly and slipped the ring back on you. He kissed your hand, sniffling softly as he pressed gentle kisses to it. “Thank you…” he said and you nodded. You were still terrified to trust him again, but he seemed so genuinely upset with himself you were willing to give him one more chance.
“Now…I’m gonna go make dinner, and you’re gonna eat the shit out of it cause you’re getting really really small and it’s freaking me out” you said and he chuckled softly, nodding. He followed you downstairs and you talked some more, talked through all the issues and all the pain he had brought you and why the two of you thought he had gotten this invested in his work, enough to do this to you.
“Can I sleep in the bed tonight?” He asked and you nodded softly. He curled up next to you, both of you facing each other. “I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary and the last 2 years of your life,” he said, you both chuckled softly.
You played with the edge of the blanket as you said “it’s okay…don’t worry, we talked about it, and it’s gonna be okay” “can we celebrate tomorrow?” He asked and you nodded. He brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your head.
“I love you so much” he whispered and you bit your lip, fighting tears again. He awed, wiping them away and apologizing. “No, no it’s okay…I love you too” you said and he chuckled softly, cupping your cheek.
He lightly spooned you whilst you both slept that night, and ordered you bagels from your favorite bagel place. He called his team while you were still sleeping and got himself lots of time off to fully be with you, and repair the damage he’s done.
It took a few months but by the time the show was released things were amazing between you two. You had never been stronger together, he’d drop everything for you in a second if he even sensed you might be having a bad day or something like that.
“Thank you…for a second chance. And for showing me I’m only human and need rest and food regularly” he said, cuddled up with you as you both watched the first 6 episodes of the season as it had just come out last night.
You smiled and said “how could I not? Can't resist that pretty face. Plus I love you way too much” “I love you more” he said and tightened his arms around your waist. He kissed your temple and sighed softly, nuzzling into your hair.
As of now I’m writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Eddissy
Maya Hawke
So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)
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wangsejabin · 1 year
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Chapter 73
When it was announced, many people were surprised.
In the palace, concubines are promoted either on the initiative of their superiors or when they have sufficient seniority. In the case of the Eastern Palace, apart from Empress Fu and the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess is the only one who is qualified to ask for a title for Pan'er.
   This is a sign of the harmony between the wives and concubines in the Eastern Palace.
   Empress Fu's decree was already prepared, but then this happened.
   Nian Qiu came to ask Empress Fu about it.
Empress Fu smiled and said, "Since she can think of this, this palace will do a favor."
   When Pan'er found out about it, she was surprised, but it was a good thing, and the decree was soon issued.
As Pan'er was still in confinement, she couldn't have an enthronement ceremony, but as the order had been issued, the rules and regulations should be made clear.
It was just as well that there was a courtyard opposite Hu Liang Di's, which was of the same size as Hu Liang Di's, so the prince instructed Fu Lu to have someone clean it up. The Prince ordered someone to prepare the courtyard for her, but before he could send someone there, the Prince Consort had already ordered someone to do so.
   The people of the Eastern Palace were surprised by this change in the Crown Princess.
   But surprise is surprise, this should be the Crown Princess should do, the other people can not say anything.
The prince thought that the crown prince's consort would have to perform in front of people after doing this, but he discovered that there was no movement at all in the Hall of Virtue, as if she had done her part and left the rest.
The first thing that happened was that Fu Chun went to the Yu Qing Palace to report that the courtyard for Su Liang Di had been tidied up. He also asked if the second son and the fifth county princess were going to have a full moon feast, and if so, the crown princess would prepare in advance.
   The Prince considered the matter of the full moon banquet, and did not intend to hold a big one, but just to celebrate in the East Palace.
   For one thing, the birth of the dragon and phoenix babies had already made a big splash, and for another, he had considered that the Grand Duke did not have a big full moon feast in the first place. The Prince Consort's eldest son was already in poor health, so if the eldest son didn't have a feast, the second son couldn't very well have one, since it would have sent a message to the outside world, and outsiders would have made speculations, which would have contradicted the current stability of the Eastern Palace.
   The Prince went to explain to Pan'er about this.
She had been blessed to be able to give birth to her two children, and she had been given the title of " Liang Di" and a full moon feast.
   "We'll make it up when they turn one year old."
The more Pan'er didn't say anything, the more the Prince would feel guilty.
Pan'er could not say anything comforting at such a time, but could only distract his attention by gossiping about something else, such as how the two children were doing today, or how the Yue'er was doing.
   As the two children were being mentioned, the nannies brought them over.
   The two children were already at full term, but they were not the same as when they were first born, and it was because of the good milk of the nursemaids that the two little ones had been fed well. Especially after the redness from the birth was gone, the two little ones became whiter and whiter day by day, and they looked healthy.
The only thing is that Yue'er was smaller than his sister.
   But he was in good health, and could eat and sleep.
   Pan'er guessed that he was robbed of nutrients by his sister in the womb and was congenitally inferior. However, Chou Chou was indeed a better eater than her brother, and while Yue Er was full after a short while, she had to eat for at least a quarter of an hour.
Therefore, even though they both had little root-like arms and legs, Chou Chou's little lotus root limbs were thicker than her brother's.
   Looking at her daughter, who had been squeezed by the fat flesh on her face to make her eyes the same as her brother's, Pan'er suddenly had a moment of clarity: "Your Highness, do you think she's a bit fat?"
   This question was obviously beyond the Crown Prince's expectation, and he carefully examined her, comparing her appearance to that of the First and Second County princesses at the same time, and indeed she seemed to have put on a little weight.
   But again, the Prince didn't think so, he thought it was because those children were all a bit frail.
He thought it was because the children were all a bit weak, but since Wan Yin was so healthy, it didn't matter if she was a bit fat.
   After thinking about it, the prince said, "She has just turned one month old, and babies in swaddling clothes are all chubby, and they will only lose weight when they are older."
   "That's what Aunt Qing said, but I can barely hold her."
The one who had once given her that feeling was Yue-er in a previous life.
When Yue'er was born, he was quite heavy, and at that time she was not comfortable with the nurse arranged by the Crown Princess, so she secretly fed her son herself. At that time she still felt pity for her son in her heart, everyone else was eating the nurse's milk, but he had to eat his own mother's milk.
   Why did she think this way? It was because the nursemaids all ate special meals, while she was afraid of being victimised and ate Bai Jue's meals from the time she was conceived, while her meals were given to Bai Jue. Naturally, the palace maid's meals were not much better, so she felt that her milk was not nourishing, and in order to make up quality with quantity, she would feed more each time.
It was only when the child was almost two months old and carried out to meet people that she was awakened to this self-pitying state of mind.
Hu Liangdi said that the child was too fat, and at that moment, although she was timid, Pan'er was not stupid and could see that Hu Liangdi really resented, rather than envied, the child.
   Then she looked at the second son, who was not much older than Yue'er, quite strong and healthy, but not so fat that his eyes were squeezed out like Yue'er's. Only then did she realise that her son was really fat, and not all children in swaddling clothes were like that.
But she didn't change, she continued as before, and by the time he was a year old, Yue'er had become a veritable chubby little boy. Everyone in the palace knew that the crown prince's third son was surprisingly fat, but fortunately the crown prince didn't say anything on the surface, and since the crown prince didn't say anything, others naturally didn't dare to say much on the surface, but private ridicule was inevitable.
It was not until Yue'er had passed the age of three that he slowly slimmed down under her deliberate moderation.
   Pan'er now felt that her daughter had the beginnings of this. She had deliberately fed her son so fat to protect herself, but now she could not afford to do so, and her daughter must not become a fat little girl.
"You can't hold her because you don't have the strength, you don't need to since there is a nurse.
There are nannies and palace maids, just let them hold them." The crown prince said.
   So people are easily influenced by the people around them, hearing the crown prince say this, Pan'er felt that her daughter was not fat again, it was only cute if she was chubby.
   "What a little chubby girl, you can't get any fatter, if you get any fatter you'll lose your eyes. Come, give daddy a hug."
After the initial surprise, the Prince was now used to this mode of speaking to the child by Pan'er, it was her abruptness to which he was still not accustomed, such as now, when she tucked the child in while talking.
   It was not the first time she had done such a thing, but each time the Prince was a little uncomfortable with it.
   He was still the Crown Prince, and even the Crown Princess wouldn't dare to stuff Zong Duo into his arms.
But he had become accustomed to it.
   But the child had already been tucked in, and the Crown Prince could not say that holding the child was too damaging to his image, so he had to take it. Luckily, Fulu was resourceful enough to clear the room every time this happened.
   As soon as his daughter was in his hands, the Prince felt a weight in his hands.
He held it steady and weighed her, and it seemed to be a lot heavier than the last time he had held her.
Looking down to examine her, he met his daughter's eyes that had been squeezed into the same Danfeng eyes as her brother's, which were the original words of Pan'er, and the Prince was amused upon being reminded of them.
   "Ooohhh ummmm ......" Chou Chou seemed a little excited to see a new face in front of her, a slurred tone escaping her mouth and a string of bubbles spitting out.
"Drooling again, be careful daddy doesn't dislike you," Pan'er was busy picking up a hanky and wiping her, "Aunt Qing said you might be getting teeth, how old are you to be getting teeth."
   "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh ......"
   With a sweet look of disgust, Pan'er nodded at her little chubby face and said, "What an ugly girl, let's see what you do when you grow up and can't get married."
   "Ooohhhhhhh mmmm ......"
   Feeling someone glaring at her, Pan Er only looked at the Crown Prince.
   "How can my daughter not be able to get married."
   Pan'er laughed dryly, "I'm just saying." She was busy picking her son up and teasing him as a cover up.
   She was the one who said that her daughter was ugly every day, and she was the one who was afraid that she would not be able to get married. When he was about to leave, the prince looked back and wondered in his heart if Wan Yin was really a bit fat.
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   On the day of the full moon, the entire Eastern Palace was in a state of joy.
Although there was no big full moon feast, the servants were all rewarded with three months' salary. At noon, the Prince Consort hosted a family banquet at the Hall of Virtue, during which Pan'er brought her two children over to show her face.
   It is possible that with the Crown Prince present, everyone was relatively restrained, but Pan'er did not ignore the admiring glances. One of the most present gazes was that of Zhao Xiyue, who had finally emerged from her courtyard after more than a year.
   But Pan'er sees that she doesn't seem to have grown much, just from the envious and jealous look in her eyes, she has kept herself locked up for nothing these days.
   The Crown Princess, on the other hand, had really changed quite a lot, with a gentle and smiling look that somehow reminded Pan'er of Empress Chen in her previous life.
   In her previous life, Empress Chen had smiled like this, and since her rebirth, Pan'er had always felt that the Prince Consort gave her the wrong feeling, thinking that it was because she was a few decades younger.
   Pan'er did not stay long.
She had to stay for a month to recuperate from her condition, so she stayed for a while and then took the baby back.
   However, she did receive a gift from everyone, including Zhao Xiyue.
When she returned, because of her previous relationship, Pan'er specially called Xiao Dezi to ask him about the recent movements in the Hall of Virtue.
According to Xiao Dezi's description, Jidetang has become much more virtuous recently and seems to be finally acting like a qualified crown princess. In addition to requesting a title for Pan'er, as well as preparing the yard, just waiting for Pan'er to move in, but also caring for the sick. Ma Chenghui had asked for a doctor.
   And particularly diligent in visiting elders, since the birth of the eldest son, the Crown Princess would rarely go to the Kunning Palace for greetings, now she goes every day, not only to the Kunning Palace, but also to the Cining Palace, every day both placesare visited, no matter the weather.
"Every day she goes to Cining Palace?" Pan'er was surprised.
   The Empress Dowager did not like the Crown Princess too much, probably because Emperor Cheng'an's dislike for the Crown Prince was too obvious, so the Empress Dowager was not close to the Eastern Palace family.
   However, the Empress Dowager was not the real mother of Emperor Cheng'an, she was the Empress of the main palace, and Emperor Cheng'an's own mother consort died early, so there was only one Empress Dowager in the palace. The Empress Dowager was also aware of this, and was usually extremely gentle in her dealings with people, and was even-handed with everyone in the palace, so there was no fault to be found.
   "Yes, the Crown Princess goes to Cining Palace every day to pay her respects."
This is a little surprising, before the crown prince consort would only visit on the 15th of every month, she was probably also aware of how the empress dowager would not like her, simply unwilling to waste effort, but now she is interested.
   The whole thing adds up to something fishy, but in a flash, Pan'er figured it out.
The Crown Princess knew that the relationship between her and the Crown Prince was difficult to repair and that the two lacked trust.
As for the Cining Palace, the reason is that she really wants to find a backer for herself.
   But the Empress Dowager?
The Queen Mother is not familiar with the Empress Dowager, but just by looking at her style of dealing with things, she knows that this is a smart person, without her own son in the end the waist is not hard, so the Empress Dowager is following the attitude of Emperor Cheng'an to do things.
   The Empress Dowager is a very good friend of the Emperor, and she has a great deal of respect for these two, but not bad for Empress Fu either. Since Emperor Cheng'an did not like the Crown Prince, could the Empress Dowager like the Crown Princess?
But soon Pan'er learns that she is wrong, for the Crown Princess actually broke her leg trying to protect the Empress Dowager who was enjoying the scenery in the imperial garden.
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not-a-space-alien · 1 year
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Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 16M
Story masterpost
Complementary chapter
In this chapter:   Valen loses his nerve, and we get a little taste of how Nick’s research made it easier to hunt vampires.
Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Aftermath of torture, broken bones, heavy emotional distress, misgendering a transmasculine character, nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, poison (sort of), suicidal ideation
Valen still couldn’t sleep.  Laying there with his eyes closed to rest was vastly better than nothing, because he was so, so tired, but every time he felt himself sinking into blissful unawareness he jerked back awake.
It was the same reason.  I’m out in the open.  I’m in danger.  I’m not in the coffin.  That means I’m in danger.
Shut the fuck up.  I’m not in danger.  I’m in a bed.  You are going to sleep in a bed like a person, and not ask to be put back in a fucking cage like an animal.  
He’d been given pajamas and a pillow and clean sheets and a bath and food and safety and love and it still wasn’t enough to make him comfortable enough to fall asleep.  Nick was still out there, Nick’s voice had come through the phone.  Nick was here, and sure Ari had been snippy with him, but she’d talked to him.
It was then that Valen suddenly realized he wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep until there was a border between himself and Nick.
It was a dreadful realization, a pit sinking in his stomach, but it seized him all at once.  Nick wasn’t that far away, he was a single phone call away, all he’d need to do to pop over would be to get the address, and he was clearly still interested in hurting Valen.
That was why he couldn’t sleep.  Because he shouldn’t feel comfortable.  He should be scared.  He was in danger.
He heard Lex and Ari elsewhere in the house sporadically, speaking to each other softly.  What had he been thinking?  They were being kind to him now, but they were the ones who’d dragged him into Hell in the first place.  He knew the kind of callous disregard they were capable of.  Why would he feel safe with them?
Why was he just lying here?
“We’re going to bed now,” said Lex’s voice behind him, and he flinched at the sudden intrusion.  “Is everything okay?  Are you good to keep lying down until morning?”
He kept his back turned, ignoring her, body tense, trying not to cry.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.  Goodnight.”
The rest of the lights in the house turned off one by one, leaving Valen alone.  Stewing.  Second-guessing.  Overthinking.
Previously he’d been cooperative because he really had no options, but….  It was night out.  And he was fed.  Obviously a single day’s worth of feeding, no matter how generous, wouldn't be enough to restore him to full health, but the food and rest and wounds being treated had restored some of his strength.  He felt like, maybe, he could stand and walk on his own.  Maybe, if he pushed himself, he could run.  Slowly.
He had a chance.  For the first time, he wasn’t restrained, he wasn’t too weak to walk, and it was night outside.  He had a chance.
I have to get out of here.
Terror suddenly crashed over him.  He had to get out of here. He had an opportunity, and it would be foolish not to take it. If anything bad happened now all he’d be able to think of would be this one opportunity he hadn’t taken.  There was nothing keeping Lex and Ari from giving him back if they changed their minds, and until now he’d dealt with that terror by trying to convince himself to trust them, but now that he had some modicum of power back, all he could think of was how little he knew them, how little sense it made to actually trust them, when they were the ones who’d put him here.
When he only trusted them because he wanted to.
Fuck this.  Fuck Lex and Ari.  Fuck Nick.  Fuck humans, fuck human territory.  I have to get out of here.
He waited with his heart pounding until he was sure Lex and Ari were asleep.  Silence fell over the house.  He swung his feet over the side of the bed, feet gripping the wooden floor.
He took a moment to psych himself up to standing, bracing himself on the arm of the couch.  He pushed himself up.
I’m doing it, I’m standing.  It wasn’t as hard as it had been.  He could do this.  He could walk on his own.  He walked forward, feet padding softly on the floor.  Okay.  I can do this.
He got to the stairs.  I can do this.  There’s a railing.  He unsteadily mounted the fucky stairs, pausing at the top to rest, then leaning outside their bedroom door to put an ear to it.
Snoring.  They were definitely asleep.
They’re asleep, and I can walk on my own.  I climbed the stairs.  I can do it.  It would be a long, long walk back to vampire territory.  But fuck Priscus, too.  He wanted to just be alone, safe at home, his own home, his real home back in vampire territory, where he could just lock the door and then collapse onto his own couch.
The van.  Maybe he should steal their van.  But where were the keys?  He didn’t see them around.  Maybe they were in the bedroom.  The thought of trying to sneak in and take the keys without waking them up was too much for his anxiety-riddled brain, which was just screaming at him to Go!  Go!  Go while you can!
He had to take something, though.  He couldn’t just leave with only ducky pajamas.
He came back into the living room, unbuttoning the sleepwear with trembling hands.  He needed to change into his outfit that covered him head-to-toe, that blocked out the sun.  There was no way he would be able to cover the entire distance with whatever was left of the night.
He slid open his dresser and started swathing himself in his black outfit. Shirt, pants. Binder? No, sports bra, this was no time to be restricting his breathing. Socks, boots laced up tight, jacket, overcoat, mask, scarf, hood, then cloak overtop of it all.  The house was darker through the tinted lenses of the mask, and his own heavy breathing huffed back in his face as he loped around, desperately trying to cobble together a plan to get himself safely home through the muddled anxiety of his brain.
He found his satchel in the bottom of the closet.  He dumped out whatever rubbish was in it, then walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.  There was one bag of blood left.  He snatched it up and put it in the satchel.  He then got a plastic bag and filled it with ice, and it went inside after that.  He’d need this for sure.
What else.  His books.  He was loathe to leave them behind, but he had to.  Except…
He walked over to his books and picked up one, The Natural History of Viruses.  He flipped it open, hand running over the title page, where a looping scrawl read:
To my dearest turtledove,
I hope this will start making you feel more at home.  I want you to be comfortable here.
Love,
Priscus
Priscus always resorted to gift-giving when his shallow emotional intelligence failed to find some way to actually treat Valen as a person.  He was infuriatingly good at finding the right gifts, too.  Viruses didn’t affect vampires, but Valen still found them fascinating.  He’d considered many times tearing out the page with the note at the beginning, but something had always stopped him from doing so.  
He wrapped the book in a plastic bag as well and slid it into his bag.
His panicked brain was too overwhelmed to think of anything else to bring. He had food, and his one most sentimental object among the possessions he'd brought with him. Everything else could be left behind.
Go! Go while you still can!
With a trembling hand, he opened the front door and walked out, not even closing it behind him for fear of making too much noise.
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Humans had so many lights even during the night. Vampires had such good night vision that they had virtually no need for artificial light of any kind outdoors, and barely even needed them inside. But human territory was still lit up like a casino. Streetlights, buzzing neon signs, headlights, billboards. Valen could barely even see the stars.
He'd once had all the constellations memorized, in his studies. He'd learned how to navigate by the stars to sail–he'd never actually been sailing, though, it'd all been from a book. He thought he remembered just enough to know which direction to go in, though.  If he just went north, he'd hit vampire territory eventually.
Part of him wanted to stop and interact with the humans he saw. To stop in a gas station and strike up casual conversation with the bored night shift cashier. But he knew to keep his distance. The occasional person he let get within six feet of him viewed him with suspicion and then scurried away. And why wouldn't they? He sure made an impression, dressed in all black in the dead of night, hurrying along with a jerky gait. All it'd take would be for someone to peep in his satchel and see the blood on ice like a picnic basket to complete the picture.
And he needed to hurry. This close to the border, vampire hunters patrolled at night.
Valen guessed that he walked for about six hours before the sun started to come up. It was an agonizing pace, a far cry from the enormous speed he'd used to be capable of, and he had to take breaks, but it was progress.  He occasionally found a spot out of sight to sip from the bag of blood, not wanting to drink it all and then carry on the physical exertion and risk his still fragile stomach rejecting the precious life-giving liquid.
He tried to stay as far away from everyone as possible, to make it less obvious what he was, paranoid that the white van would show back up at any moment, the coffin springing to life from the back to swallow him up. A few good Samaritans noticed him and pulled over to offer him a ride, which he always declined feverishly while trying to keep his voice low, terrified that they would somehow be able to tell by his voice alone.
The sun did come up eventually, of course. That was so, so scary. It'd been scary even when he'd been doing it on purpose, on a route he'd travelled before, where he knew where the shade was and how to get home safely.  He also…hadn’t actually known how bad the sun felt, back then.  He knew now, and it made it even more terrifying.  But he just had to keep going north. The daylight would make it much harder to see, even through the darkened lenses, and there would be more humans out, but he just had to keep his head down and keep going.
The sun would also make it easier to navigate than the faint stars. The sunlight was starting to streak the sky pink in the west, so he just had to keep it on his-
Wait a minute. The…sun was... rising in the west?
No. No no no no. He collapsed to his knees. He'd been going in the wrong direction this whole time, he'd been going south, deeper into human territory, further away from home. He hadn't been able to see the stars very well and had read them incorrectly about which way was north.
He was so, so stupid. It'd been a stupid mistake to try and make a break for it, it'd been a stupid mistake not to prepare better, it'd been a stupid mistake not to think to look for a map or atlas to bring, it'd been stupid to assume he could rely on his own sense of direction. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He'd panicked and acted on impulse. He wasn't even confident he'd be able to make it back to Lex and Ari's at this point, if they would even still bother to try and help him after the incredibly stupid decision he'd made.
He was just so, so scared. It was so hard to think. So hard to make decisions, when it felt like there was an open pit underneath of him he could slip and fall back into, into Hell.
He leaned over, hands on the ground, the lenses of his mask starting to fog up as he breathed heavily, panic rising up once again. He'd messed up so, so badly.  Why hadn't he just stayed where he was? Why did he think he could try and make decisions for himself? Why hadn't he-
"Are you, okay, lady?"
It was a child's voice, from startlingly close, and he lifted his head to see a gaggle of little girls running towards him.
A playground with more children was behind them. A school. He'd wandered near a school, without even realizing it, that's how poorly he'd been keeping track of his surroundings. He'd never have come near a school if he'd known. There was nothing that would prompt humans towards more violence than if they felt like you were threatening their children.
"S-stay away from me!" he yelled.  The group stopped, frozen at his tone.
No, no he couldn't scare them. That would make everything so much worse.
"You fell to the ground and didn't get back up," said one of the girls. "We got scared for you. Do you want us to go get our teacher? School hasn't started yet. We're just playing."
"N-no," he said shakily, bracing himself and getting to his feet. "That's–that's very kind of you, young miss, b-but I don't need help.  Run along now."
"I like your costume," said another. "Your necklace is really cool."
“Tha-thank you, but I really must be going.”
“Girls!” said an adult’s voice, and a woman came power walking towards him.  “Come on, don’t bother people walking by on the street.”
Valen looked at the three children like they were bombs, fighting the urge to throw them away from himself and scream about how he didn’t do anything to them.  He started to back away, stumbling.
“Sorry about that,” said the woman with a smile.  “They’re just very eager to–”
She stopped as they finally made eye contact.  Eye contact.  She could see his eyes through the mask.  She could see him, she could see that his eyes were red, and make the connection as to why he’d dressed this way to cover himself.
“G-girls, come back here!” she screamed, facial expression shifting instantly.
Valen’s exhausted, terrified, self-loathing brain snapped into an even higher level of panic, his body already utterly wrung out from the adrenaline to get to this point.  He had no idea what to do.
As the woman bravely stepped forward and gathered the three children to herself, Valen gave into instinct and ran, pivoted on his heel and just ran.
Some of his vampiric speed came back to power that run, the sheer fear coursing through his veins.  He’d been spotted, and the hunters they would surely call wouldn’t be like Lex and Ari, they wouldn’t, they would be like Nick, he knew they would be like Nick.  Or even worse, they would just catch him and give him back to Nick.  Or somehow, something worse than Nick.
The sun was still making it hard to see as he ran blindly, so he didn’t see the steep drop off he’d just charged right over until he was in midair.
Oh.
He tumbled down headfirst, scratching through weeds and bramble, head over heels, slamming different parts of himself into the ground as he cartwheeled over–head, knees, chest, back, arms–
He landed at the bottom, very definitely on his legs, both legs, which his brittle, styrofoam bones didn’t like at all.  He couldn’t suppress the massive wail of pain as they snapped, and he finally rolled to a stop in the dusty earth.
His whole body throbbed, but especially his legs.  He curled in on himself, sobbing.  Because of the pain, but also because he knew instantly that this was the end.  He knew instantly he wouldn’t be able to walk like this.  Some human had seen him, and been scared, and they were probably going to call the vampire hunters, and he couldn’t walk.
They were going to kill him.  He didn’t want to die, not really.  It would be a relief to not be tortured again, but as long as he was still alive, there was hope things could get better.  He thought of Lex and Ari.  He didn’t want to die before getting to experience for himself something like the love they shared.  He wasn’t done living.
But what he wanted didn’t really matter.  The hunters would find him, eventually, and Lex and Ari were surely too far away if they even cared to try and save him, again, after he’d massively fucked up, again.
“You okay, darling?”
Valen’s head snapped up to see two humans in a car, shockingly close to him.  As he strained to see through the bright light, it registered why:  he was by the shoulder of a major highway, the major highway he’d gotten scared of and taken the side road that led him past the school to avoid.
There were two humans in the car, a man and a woman.  The man was in the driver’s seat, leaning out the window to look at him in a concerned way.
“Y-yes,” he said, but his voice cracked, and surely they could hear that he was still actively crying.
“Do you need us to take you somewhere?” said the woman.
God, it hurt so bad, the veneer of generosity and helpfulness that he knew would disappear as soon as they realized.  Every human had approached him in a friendly way, only to change into a different animal completely as their suspicions grew.  He wanted it to be real so bad, but he knew it couldn’t be. He wanted it to be for him so badly, but he knew it wasn’t.  He knew it would break like tissue paper under the weight of what he was.
No, not what he was.  What people like him did.  The vampires had created this atmosphere of fear and suspicion that was hurting him so badly with their horrible behavior.  None of these humans had any way to know who he was.  Of course they were afraid…but so was he.
“L-leave!” he yelled, persuasion flaring out from him like a whip.
The man got a blank look on his face and sat back in the seat, pulling the car back onto the road and vanishing into the distance.
Valen curled up again, head in his knees.  Another person who would report him at the first opportunity.  But what did it matter?
The sun crept along the road.  Valen was safely swathed in the shade from the overhang he’d fallen from, so at least he had that going for him.  The road itself was firmly entrenched in sunlight.  He pitifully dragged himself away from it, until his back touched the sheer hillside, leaning into a shrub.
Another car slowed down to ask if he was all right, since they’d seen him fall and had turned around to make sure he didn’t need help.  Part of him wanted to take his chances and accept help, but it was a complete dice roll to guess which of these humans could be convinced that he wasn’t dangerous.  He could just use persuasion to force them to help him, but….that might make it worse when inevitably someone else intervened.
They all offered, they all told him it was going to be okay, just like Lex had, but none of them would care either if he ended up back being tortured.  Tissue paper with a comforting image painted on it, which would tear as soon as he tried to lean on it.
He used persuasion again to get them to leave, at a complete loss, not even wanting to risk going into the sun since he could feel some parts of his clothes had torn in the fall.
He whimpered, curling up into the shrub as best as he could.  He lost track of time, but the cars stopped coming eventually.
After hearing nothing but silence for a suspiciously long time, he cautiously raised his head and saw why.  The road to the east had been blockaded by a police barrier to block traffic.  A few police officers were standing in front of the barricade, trying to deter a crowd of rubberneckers from getting any closer.
Valen’s instinct upon seeing such a scene was to see if there was any way he could help, but of course, this was for him.  The problem was there was a vampire on human territory, and it wasn’t safe to get close to it, and Valen couldn’t very well stop being a vampire, and he’d been trying to leave, so not much he could do on either front.
Someone had called, and the human authorities had noticed he wasn’t moving, probably guessing because of the sunlight, so they’d just set up a blockade to keep people away.  Until the vampire hunters got here, presumably.
Why couldn’t he have just stayed with Lex and Ari?
He lay face down in the dirt.  Here it comes.  Please, please, please.  I know you have no reason to, but please.  Please just come talk to me, somehow.  I won’t use persuasion.  I promise.  Please give me a chance.  Please please please.  I made a mistake. I made a stupid mistake.  I shouldn’t have to die for making a stupid mistake.
You idiot, you’ll be lucky if dying is all you get from this whole miserable encounter.  You won’t be making any mistakes again, because you won’t have a chance.
The officers moved the barriers to the side, allowing a gray car entry to the blocked road.  Valen whimpered in fear, pressing himself into the dirt.  That must be them.  He didn’t have a chance.  They’d had ample opportunity to prepare, so even if Valen had been at full strength, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get a leg up on them.  He was done for.  Whatever they were going to do to him, they were going to do it.
No one was going to rescue him this time.  If they didn’t just kill him, he’d be taken back, and Lex and Ari would see him in the cage and shake their heads and say Oh well, we tried to help you, I guess you really deserve it this time.
I’m sorry, Lex, I’m sorry, Ari, I’m sorry Lex and Ari.  Hey, that rhymes-
The car stopped a ways off, out of shouting distance.  Of course.  Because they didn’t want him to use persuasion.  Both doors opened, and two men got out.  He couldn’t recognize them from this distance.
One of them balanced something on the hood of the car that looked like a hunting rifle.  Valen squinted.  It was hard to tell because of the harsh light, but if they’d been trying to kill him, they probably would have a crossbow with a wooden stake, but it definitely wasn’t the right shape for that, not to mention this distance was too great for a crossbow.
Something puffed softly in the dirt next to him.  He cast his terrified gaze down to it and saw a dart with some translucent liquid inside.
Oh no.  No, no, no, no.  Please, not this.  He knew what it was.  It was a device that had been tested and developed on his own body.  It was as close to a tranquilizer or poison you could get for a vampire: a suspension of silver in emulsifier, inside a dart that would deliver it straight into the bloodstream, where it would stay until his body could filter it out and pass it.  
Another dart stuck into the wall behind him.  “Wait,” said Valen, terrified.  They were too far away to talk, but they were taking aim at him, so maybe they could read his lips.  Maybe they were purposefully not looking at his lips to avoid reading them.  He put a hand up, trying to shield himself.  “Please.  Please.  Please don’t attack me, please, I–I don’t want to–”
The next dart stuck into his outstretched hand, piercing through his glove.
His entire body was on fire instantly, the burning sensation blossoming out from his hand and tearing through all his veins like a wildfire, pumped along by his racing, fearful heart.  He’d never experienced this without being restrained before, and he found that his limbs were taking full advantage of their ability to move around.  He convulsed, shrieking, rolling and writhing.  He raked his claws into the dirt over and over, grunting, foaming at the mouth like a wild animal, raising his body off the ground, hips in the air, back arching in absolute agony.
With a shaking hand, he yanked the dart out of his hand, tossing it to the side.  He rolled again, thunking his head into the ground over and over until he drew blood.  Something, anything, any way he could move his body that had any chance of making this all-consuming fire stop, pushing himself along in the dust by the balls of his feet, hands tearing at the dirt.
He was vaguely aware of the sound of tires crunching on the road.  Then the sight of the tires through his blurred vision.  It stopped a few feet from his head.  He dragged himself forward, wailing, begging them to keep driving forward to crush his head and render him unconscious, but all that came out of his mouth was pained sounds.
“Got it,” said one of their voices.  Valen’s eyes were at ground level, on their boots.  He continued to writhe, crawling towards their feet, hoping that one of them would kick him hard enough to knock him out.
“Jesus fuck,” said the other, and the boots stepped back slightly.  “She’s fucking rabid.”
“I told you it hurts them.”
“P-please,” he managed to choke out.
The sound of the trunk opening.  Hunting gear being dropped onto the cement in front of him, ropes and silver chains and….and a muzzle.
Even through all this, they still intended to take him alive.  He took it all back.  He wanted to die so, so badly.  Anything was better than this, being on fire at the feet of two hunters who wanted to hurt him even more.
Hands removing his mask, hands pinning his wrists to the ground.  He squirmed under them, letting the tears flow, not holding in the sobs wracking his body.
“Put her in the trunk,” said the first voice.  “So she’s not in the sun.”
He started to wail even louder as he felt the all too familiar sensation of a muzzle being slipped on his face.  He desperately pulled his hands towards his face, fighting the hands pinning him and the seizures and convulsions of his uncooperative muscles, trying to keep it off.
But it came on anyway, and then the hands were lifting him up, forcing him to stand.  He flailed his legs, strong arms wrapping around his chest to immobilize him.
The man holding him pivoted, starting to feed his legs into the trunk of the car.
“Fuck, tie it up first.”
Valen kicked and screamed as much as he could, out of fear and pain and hopelessness.
“Settle down!”
“You dumb shit, she’s having seizures, she can’t just sit still.”
“Knock her out then.”
The prospect was terrifying, because he had no idea where he would wake up.  But he wanted it more than anything.  He knew from experience it took hours for the silver darts to wear off.  He sobbed and moaned, tilting his head to expose his neck.  He knew this was the fastest way to render him unconscious, cutting his spinal cord with a knife.
Still, he shook even more as one of the men withdrew a knife and came at him with it.  But the blissful unawareness of the horrible situation that followed was worth it.
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panzershrike-pretz · 3 months
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MICHAEL WOLF
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Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> song: Come Along
We'll be here when the world slows down And the sunbeams fade away Keeping time by a pendulum As the fabric starts to fray There's no such thing as time to kill Nor time to throw away So once for the bright sky Twice for the pig sty Thrice for another day Come, come, come, come, come along now Run away from the hum-drum We'll go to a place that is safe from Greed, anger and boredom We'll dance and sing 'til sundown And feast with abandon We'll sleep when the morning comes And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs
- About;
- Michael Lyall Wolf - he/him (trans ftm)
Michael's name comes from the Be More Chill's character, Michael Mell. At the time I changed his name to that, I was deeply in love with that musical (not that I ever stopped being in love with it) and, just as I did with Jeremy, decided that I needed a character with that name. It means "gift from God" and, well, he truly is a gift from God (or better yet, the child of one xD)
Micah, his nickname, comes from a typo that decided to stick with me every time I'd write his name, so I kept it.
Lyall is the middle name of Remus Lupin, the werewolf character from Harry Potter's story (which is also who inspired me to make Micah be a lycanthrope). It means wolf and faithful, which I guess really goes well with Micah's whole deal KEKEKEK
Finally, Wolf. Well that is self-explanatory enough
Michael Wolf Wolf 👍
- Cook
Michael's position in the ship is of great value; besides being responsible for keeping the crew well fed, Micah is in charge of keeping track of rations and maintaining storage.
Tho Micah was not initially good at cooking, he was able to make end's meet and eventually grew more fond of the kitchen - well, enough so his skills grew and now his food is one of the favorite's in the ship, just behind Theodore's (tho that's a given, since the man has a dregree in gastronomy).
Micah was not always well liked between people, mainly for his lycanthrope illness, so he endured many hardships involving food - that was enough to traumatize him. He swore to never let anyone in his care feel hunger at all. This led to him getting in a lot of troubles for sneaking food to his crewmates.
- God of Time, the Moon and Love
Michael was one of the first Gods to exist, direct son of Ozymandias and Imbatwa. He originally only represented time, but as the universe grew and forms of lufe beegan evolving, he took the roles of Love and Moon God as well. Being one of thes first Gods granted him some more powers than usual, tho not so useful as he'd want.
Michael is able to feel people's emotions and somewhat affect them if he wants too - that does mean he can make people fall in love, but he learned from many mistakes and refrains from doing that at all. With that, he can also make hisbtouch calm people down if needed and hypnotize them momentarily with his eyes. He hates it.
Can create portals that travel back or forth in tome by some hours, but it's incredibly dangerous to him and his health. Unlike time-loops, those portals are not stable and can easily collapse, which means he can get trapped in the Void, between dxeath and life. Useful? Maybe. Does he use it? Not at all.
He's able to turn into a wolf, tho he doesn't really enjoy it since he's been bitten by a werewolf. Every full moon, he has a painful transformation and becomes a menace to everyone around him - the simple thought of turning into a wolf out of that time sends shivers down his spine. When not transformed, his bite can still cause nausea and infections, as well as some signs of a not-full Lycanthropy (just intense need for raw meat, angryness, sensitivity to light, sounds and smells, foaming at the mouth). He's considered a highly dangerous individual and that has messed up with his views upon himself. This is not a power, it's a curse and he hates every bit of it.
So, in short, Michael doesn't use any of his powers because he fears them and himself.
- Personality
Michael is a very kind man, who'll not hesitate in helping others first and above all else. He hates what he is and how people view him and his kind, so he does his best in trying to make up for his curse even if that means he gets a bad time. He's a people pleaser who can't say no to most things - well, yeah, people can easily take advantage and manipulate him.
Michael is a total lovebug. He dreams and lives for romance; he never thought it'd be possible for him to have that and constantly fears that one day he'll wake up and be alone once more (it won't happen, but he's paranoid).
An excellent listener, who just has a way of atrracting people. He's a calm and gentle soul wsho believes the world can be a better place eventually; a hopeful little guy.
He's very prone to panic attacks and get's easily overwhelmed. Poor autistic guy. Anyway I torture him way too much :]
- Funfact: Michael is utterly addicted to chocolate. Any kind of chocolate. He goes insane over it and it's just a good way of calming him down. He smells of chocolate, books and spices. ALSO, sometimes he howls when he's happy.
- Relationship: Sirius and Jeremy
Oh no! Who is that I spy? The little boy. He has lil' teef :3 and heterochromia :3
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